Dobby has no Master! Dobby is a free Elf! And Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!
“One more time? For the audience?” he says. His voice isn’t angry. It’s hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.
I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.”
(Fuente: odairpeetas)
“President Snow rises and dabs his puffy lips with a napkin. ‘Aim higher in case you fall short.’
‘What do you mean? How can I aim higher?’ I ask.
‘Convince me,’ he says.”
He didn’t lose his sanity in Azkaban. It was already gone by then. He did not protest as the Ministry witch angrily informed him that Crouch had sent him to Azkaban for life, without a trial. He did not protest as the dementors locked him in his cell, and he did not protest when they visited daily, wanting to suck every last bit of life out of him. He was the original rebel, and he didn’t need to protest to rebel against them. His silence, his appearance of sanity, was rebellion enough.
But he wasn’t sane. Not without James. Not without the freedom that James had bought him when they had become friends. In Azkaban, they thought they had silenced the rebel, but they had not. He was rebelling- for James, for Lily, and for himself. Because that’s what he did. He was a rebel. [x]
(Fuente: serpadfoots)
