Saddest Harry Potter Moments


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Fred's Death

 The air exploded. They had been grouped together, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and Percy, the two Death Eaters at their feet, one Stunned, the other Transfigured; and in that fragment of a moment, when danger seemed temporarily at bay, the world was rent apart. Harry felt himself flying in the air, and all he could do was hold as tightly as possible to that thin stick of wood that was his only weapon, and shield his head in his arms: He heard the screams and yells of his companions without hope of knowing what had happened to them. 

And then the world resolved itself into pain and semidarkness: He was half buried in the wreckage of a corridor that had been subjected to a terrible attack. Cold air told him that the side of the castle has been blown away, and hot stickiness on his cheek told him that he was bleeding copiously. Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind neither flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying, more frightened then he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his life...

And Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three redheaded men were grouped on the ground where to wall had just blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand as they staggered and stumbled over stone and wood.

"No-no-no!" someone was shouting. "No! Fred! No!" 

And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

This was word for word from the book "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows"

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Dobby's Death

 And the they hit solid earth and smelled salty air. Harry fell to his knees, relinquished Dobby's hand, and attempted to lower Griphook gently to the ground.

"Are you alright?" he said as the goblin stirred, but Griphook merely whimpered. 

Harry squinted around through the darkness. There seemed to be a cottage a short way away under the starry sky, and he thought he saw movement inside it.

"Dobby, is this Shell Cottage?" he whispered, clutching the two wands he had brought from the Malfoy's, ready to fight if he needed to. "Have we come to the right place? Dobby?"

He looked around. The little elf stood feet from him.


The elf swayed slightly, stars reflecting in his wide, shining eyes. Together, he and Harry looked down at the silver hilt of the knife protruding from the elf's heaving chest

"Dobby - no - HELP!" Harry bellowed toward the cottage, toward the people moving there. "HELP!"

He did not know or care whether they were wizards or Muggles, friends or foes; all he cared about was that a dark stain was spreading across Dobby's front, and that he stretched out his thin arms to Harry with a look of supplication. Harry caught him and laid him sideways on the cool grass.

"Dobby, no, don't die, don't die -"

The elf's eyes found him, and his lips trembled with the effort to form words.

"Harry... Potter..."

And then with a little shudder the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great glassy orbs, sprinkled with light from the stars they could not see.

This was word for word from the book "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows"

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 To be continued...

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