One died for power, the other sought dead love, and the last greeted death as a old friend.
Farewell to Dobby, by Alexandre Desplat

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I just want to take a moment to recognize the jaw-dropping performances given by these three. Not just in this scene but in every scene, for being raw, vulnerable, world-weary, heartbroken, heartbreaking souls that the world has yet to find a way to deal with.
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Sisters and I on the night of the premier.
(I will forever remember every Harry Potter premier, and tell my kids about them when I read them the books to sleep.)
One died for power, the other sought dead love, and the last greeted death as a old friend.
Harry looked into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear. He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone. Deathly Hallows, Page 704.
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That line…