Luna Lovegood: That's a curious thing to keep in your sock.
Ron Weasley: Let's vote on it.
Hermione Granger: And how is it that you just happen to have the Sword of Gryffindor?
Ron Weasley: Right, antlers.
Hermione Granger: I still think we should have used Polyjuice Potion.
Harry Potter: Engorgio! (the flame in the jar grows rapidly) Harry Potter: Reducio! (the flame shrinks back to normal size) Hermione Granger: What's going on in there? Harry Potter, Ron Weasley: Nothing! Hermione Granger: (comes into the tent) We need to talk.
(Deleted scene; Harry finds Aunt Petunia standing alone in the empty living room) Petunia Dursley: I have lived in this house for twenty years, and now in a single night, I'm expected to leave. Harry Potter: They'll torture you. If they think for a moment you know where I'm going, they'll stop at nothing. Petunia Dursley: (pause) You think I don't know what they're capable of? You didn't just lose a mother that night in Godric's Hollow, you know. I lost a sister. Petunia Dursley: (leaves)
(deleted scene; the dursleys are departing their home) Vernon Dursley: This isn't just goodbye, boy, is it? This is farewell. Dudley Dursley: I don't understand. Isn't he coming with us? Vernon Dursley: Who? Dudley Dursley: Harry. Vernon Dursley: Absolutely not. Dudley Dursley: Why? Vernon Dursley: Why? (stammering) Vernon Dursley: Because he doesn't want to. Do you, boy? Harry Potter: Absolutely not, no. Besides, I'm just a waste of space. Isn't that right, Vernon? Vernon Dursley: Come on Dudley. We're off. (Dudley shakes Harry's hand) Dudley Dursley: I don't think you're a waste of space. Harry Potter: Thanks. (Dudley goes back to the car with his parents) Harry Potter: (Smiles at Dudley) See you, Big D.
Lord Voldemort: (voiceover as Tom Riddle) I have seen your heart and it's mine. I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears... Harry Potter: Ron! Don't listen to it! Lord Voldemort: (voiceover as Tom Riddle) Least loved by the mother who craved a daughter. Least loved, by the girl who prefers your friend... Harry Potter: Ron! Stab it! Harry Potter: (as Riddle-Harry) We were better without you, happier without you. Hermione Granger: (as Riddle-Hermione) Who could look at you beside Harry Potter? What are you, compared to the Chosen One...? Harry Potter: Ron! It lies! Stab it! STAB IT! Harry Potter: (as Riddle-Harry) Your mother confessed that she would have preferred me as a son... Hermione Granger: (as Riddle-Hermione) Who wouldn't prefer him? What woman would take you? You are nothing... nothing... nothing to him... (Riddle-Hermione and Riddle-Harry starts to kiss in the fog. Ron looks shocked. Ron's head turns to Harry, who freezes. A trace of scarlet glints in Ron's eyes) Ron Weasley: NOOO! (Ron raises the sword, stabs it through Riddle-Harry and Riddle-Hermione, and then reaches the locket, and then there's silence)
Harry Potter: It was you! Ron Weasley: Well, yeah. Obviously. Harry Potter: And the doe. That was you as well. Ron Weasley: No. I reckoned it was you. Harry Potter: My Patronus is a stag. Ron Weasley: Right. (raising his arms up and fake antlers with his fingers) Ron Weasley: Antlers.
(Harry and Hermione stands at Lily's and James' grave in Godric's Hollow. Hermione sees the tears that streams down his face. She magically leaves a wreath of Christmas roses by it with her wand. Harry stares at them with an emotional face) Harry Potter: Merry Christmas, Hermione. Hermione Granger: Merry Christmas, Harry. (Hermione leans her head on his shoulder)
Hermione Granger: Oh my god... Harry Potter: What? Hermione Granger: I'll tell you in a minute. Harry Potter: How about you tell me now? Hermione Granger: Alright. The Sword of Gryffindor. Maybe it's Goblin made? Harry Potter: (points at her with both hands, with heavy irony) Brilliant!
Ron Weasley: He doesn't know what he's doing, does he? Hermione Granger: None of us do.
Ron Weasley: Seems strange, mate. Dumbledore sends you off to find a load of Horcruxes, but doesn't bother to tell you how to destroy them. Doesn't that bother you?
Hermione Granger: We're alone.