Last Line from Each Chapter in Deathly Hallows

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Can you name the Last Line from Each Chapter in Deathly Hallows?

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For a moment, Harry had the strangest feeling that she wanted to say something to him, ...but then, ...she bustled out of the room after her husband and son.
And he clicked the Deluminator once more as Hermione left the room.
If anything was certain, it was that the bright blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore would never pierce him again.
Harry pulled the Cloak down as far as it would go, and together, they turned on the spot into the crushing darkness.
Harry... climbed on to his own bed and stared up at the dark canvas roof, listening to the pounding of the rain.
'Are you referring to the sign of the Deathly Hallows?'
He was possessed of that cold, cruel sense of purpose that preceded murder.
Her face glazed with tears, Hermione handed over the wand, and he left her sitting beside the bed, desiring nothing more than to get away from her.
'I knew you'd come! I knew it, Harry!'
The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.
Harry rose up out of the Pensieve, and moments later, he lay on the carpeted floor in exactly the same room: Snape might just have closed the door.
All was well.
'Harry, he's taking over the Ministry and the newspapers and half the wizarding world! Don't let him inside your head too!'
Hermione twisted in mid-air and the thundering of the collapsing house rang in Harry's ears as she dragged him once more into darkness.
And then he saw the door of number twelve, Grimmauld Place, ...but... Hermione's hand was suddenly vice-like upon his and everything went dark again.
'Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?'
He seemed set on course to become just as reckless a godfather to Teddy Lupin as Sirius Black had been to him.
The sloping-shoulder figure of Alecto Carrow was standing before him, and..., she pressed a stubby forefinger to the skull and snake branded on her forearm.
Harry watched as she waved her wand near the washing line, ...and suddenly he felt a great wave of remorse for the inconvenience and the pain he was giving her.
And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.
And then, with a little shudder, the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great, glassy orbs sprinkled with light from the stars that they could not see.
'I've had enough trouble for a lifetime.'
Goblins and wizards shrieked and ran for cover, and finally the dragon... staggered into Diagon Alley and launched itself into the sky.
Harry looked down and saw Hagrid spread-eagled on the ground below him: he pulled hard at the handlebars to avoid hitting him, ...but... he smashed into a muddy pond.
He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.
He then made two low bows to Harry and Ron... before Disapparating with the usual loud crack.
The spider-like hand swooped and pulled the wand from Dumbledore's grasp, and... a shower of sparks flew from its tip, ...ready to serve a new master at last.
He put his arm around Hermione's shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, and they... walked away... towards the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing gate.
'The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.'
Harry looked up and saw his own shock reflected in Ron and Hermione's faces. The scars on the back of his right hand seemed to be tingling again.
'You've got half a dozen wands pointing at you, and we don't care who we curse!'
He closed his eyes on her touch, and hated himself for wishing that what she said was true: that Dumbledore had really cared.
'I still haven't ruled it out,' came Hermione's muffled voice from beneath her blankets, but Harry saw Ron smiling slightly as he pulled his maroon pyjamas out of his rucksack.
'Harry, do you want your toothbrush? I've got it here.' 'Yeah, great, thanks,' he said, fighting to keep his voice casual as he stood up to let her in.
With Gregorovitch dead, it was the merry-faced thief who was in danger now, and it was on him that Harry's thoughts dwelled, as... he... drifted slowly into sleep once more.
...A long-haired wizard wearing magnificent robes of black and gold, and a squat, toad-like witch wearing a velvet bow in her short hair and clutching a clipboard to her chest.
'Dinner, Nagini,' said Voldemort softly, and the great snake swayed and slithered from his shoulders onto the polished wood.

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