Voldemort looked away from Harry and began examining his own body. His hands were like large, pale spiders; his long white fingers caressed his own chest, his arms, his face; the red eyes, whose pupils were slits, like a cats, gleamed still more brightly through the darkness. He held up his hands and flexed the fingers, his expression rapt and exultant.
hahaha bien sur (je sais pas vous mais moi je torture pas ma famille ou mes amis parce que je suis en colère)"Listen to me, reliving family history . . ." he said quietly, "why, I am growing quite sentimental. . . . But look, Harry! My true family returns. . . ."
je trouve ça hyper avilissant comme attitude, ça m'a toujours dérangé. Surtout que j'imagine très mal Lucius faire ça, pourtant il est compris dans le lot.The Death Eaters behind him did the same; each of them approaching Voldemort on his knees and kissing his robes,
mais je peux pas m?empêcher de rire là j'imagine trop Tom blasé devant Nott sénior "oui bon ça va comme ça ta gueule""My Lord, I prostrate myself before you, I am your most faithful -"
  "That will do," said Voldemort.
I will not, said a stronger voice, in the back of his head, I won't answer. . . .   Just answer no. . . .
  I won't do it, I won't say it. ...
  Just answer no. . . .
  "I WON'T!"
he knew one thing only, and it was beyond fear or reason: He was not going to die crouching here like a child playing hide-and-seek; he was not going to die kneeling at Voldemort s feet... he was going to die upright like his father, and he was going to die trying to defend himself, even if no defense was possible. . . .
 "Harry . . ." whispered the figure of Cedric, "take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my parents, ..."
Harry let go of the cup, but he clutched Cedric to him even more tightly. He raised his free hand and seized Dumbledore's wrist, while Dumbledore's face swam in and out of focus.   "He's back," Harry whispered. "He's back. Voldemort."
, le passage du film quand Harry refuse de laisser Cedric et que son père crie "It's my boy" est déchirant aussi"He wanted me to bring him back," Harry muttered - it seemed important to explain this.   "He wanted me to bring him back to his parents. ..."
  "That's right. Harry . . . just let go now. . . ."
(on dirait moi )  . . You have a streak of pride and independence that might have ruined all.
I will be his dearest, his closest supporter . .   . closer than a son. ..."
Siriuuuuswhere you will find a large black dog sitting in the pumpkin patch.
And so my master knew that I was still his faithful servant - perhaps the most faithful of all.
J'étais aussi partie sur une histoire comme ça, même si ça jouait pas avec ce qu'il disait après. Finalement je pense qu'il a ce regard parce qu'il réalise qu'il a misé juste pendant 14 ans, qu'il a choisit la bonne magie pour protéger Harry.Yana;2875866 a dit :For a fleeting instant, Harry thought he saw a gleam of something like triumph in Dumbledore's eyes.Après avoir élaboré des dizaines de théories à propos de ça, j'en avais conclu que l'amour que Harry avait dans son sang grâce à sa mère allait être un long poison pour Voldemort, qui ne connaissait pas et ne pouvait pas supporter un tel amour. Bon, c'est pas une surprise, je me suis plantée !
He looked around at Sirius and saw that he had his face in his hands.
j'aime vraiment pas Snape mais là big-up"There," said Snape harshly. "There. The Dark Mark. It is not as clear as it was an hour or so ago, when it burned black, but you can still see it. Every Death Eater had the sign burned into him by the Dark Lord. It was a means of distinguishing one another, and his means of summoning us to him. When he touched the Mark of any Death Eater, we were to Disapparate, and Apparate, instantly, at his side. This Mark has been growing clearer all year. Karkaroff s too. Why do you think Karkaroff fled tonight? We both felt the Mark burn. We both knew he had returned. Karkaroff fears the Dark Lord's vengeance. He betrayed too many of his fellow Death Eaters to be sure of a welcome back into the fold."
double big-up (on dira ce qu'on voudra il a une sacrée paire de cojones) "Severus," said Dumbledore, turning to Snape, "you know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready . . . if you are prepared ..."   "I am," said Snape.
  He looked slightly paler than usual, and his cold, black eyes glittered strangely.
  "Then good luck," said Dumbledore, and he watched, with a trace of apprehension on his face, as Snape swept wordlessly after Sirius.
(faire des câlins aux gens quand ils se sentent mal je le fais aussi, mais c'est parce que je sais pas réconforter les gens autrement)Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother.   The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs.
  Weasley held him to her. His mother s face, his father's voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.
 There was a loud slamming noise, and Mrs. Weasley and Harry broke apart. Hermione was standing by the window. She was holding something tight in her hand.
  "Sorry," she whispered.
  "You all righ'?" he said gruffly "Yeah," said Harry.
  "No, yeh're not," said Hagrid. "Course yeh're not. But yeh will be."
  Harry said nothing.
  "Knew he was goin' ter come back," said Hagrid, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked up at him, shocked. "Known it fer years. Harry. Knew he was out there, bidin' his time. It had ter happen. Well, now it has, an' we'll jus' have ter get on with it. We'll fight."
Voilà quoi  "Remember Cedric. Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory."
"Odd," said George lightly. "I used Jelly-Legs. Looks as though those two shouldn't be mixed. He seems to have sprouted little tentacles all over his face. Well, let's not leave them here, they don't add much to the decor."