do not go gentle into that good night

We’ve all got both light and dark inside us.

 What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.

We’re all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.

"Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers." - Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone

People find it far easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right.

something wicked this way comes

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Each of the Houses represents one of the four classical elements: fire, earth, air and water.

"You do care," said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. "You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”

“You’ve said to us once before that there was a time to turn if we wanted to. We’ve had time, haven’t we?”

But he understood at last what Dumbledore had been trying to tell him. It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew — and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents — that there was all the difference in the world.

The Goblet of Fire! Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly! If chosen, there’s no turning back. As from this moment, The Triwizard Tournament has begun.

Draco, you are not a killer.

#that’s it #that’s harry potter

GET TO KNOW ME MEME -  [1/5] favorite movies: Harry Potter series (2001-2011)

“It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” 

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley…He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!