secumsempra:

“You have kept him alive so that he can die at the right moment?”
“Don’t be shocked, Severus. How many men and women have you watched die?”

knockturnallley:

The Snitch. His nerveless fingers fumbled for a moment with the pouch at his neck and he pulled it out.

I open at the close.

Breathing fast and hard, he stared down at it. Now that he wanted time to move as slowly as possible, he seemed to have sped up, and understanding was coming so fast it seemed to have bypassed though. This was the close. This was the moment.

He pressed the golden metal to his lips and whispered, “I am about to die.”

cathly:

show me a hero,
and I’ll write you a tragedy.

expectopatronuem:

to touch the light you must pass beneath the shadow

snowjon:

Does… does it hurt? Dying?
Quicker than falling asleep.