I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost . . . but still, I was alive.

How in the name of Merlin's pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books?

But I was willing to embrace mortal life again, before chasing immortality.

Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste.

Haaarry Pottttter.

I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour.