Ralph Fiennes: Lord Voldemort
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Quotes
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Tom Riddle : I have seen your heart and it is mine. I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears...
Harry Potter : Ron! Don't listen to it!
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!
[Riddle's soul takes the shapes of Harry and Hermione]
Riddle-Harry : We were better without you, happier without you.
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!
Riddle-Harry : Your mother confessed that she would have preferred me as a son...
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]
Ron Weasley : Just think... only three to go.
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Lord Voldemort : What say you, Pius?
Pius Thicknesse : One hears many things, my Lord. Which among them is the truth is not clear.
Lord Voldemort : Ha! Spoken like a true politician. You will, I think, prove most useful, Pius.
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Charity Burbage : [crying and pleading] Severus, please! We were friends...
Lord Voldemort : [Snape stares blankly at her. Voldemort raises his wand] Avada Kedavra!
Lord Voldemort : [Charity's body crashes onto the table. Voldemort caresses Nagini as she slithers across the table] Nagini... dinner.
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Lucius Malfoy : My Lord?
Lord Voldemort : [Mockingly] My Lord?
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Lord Voldemort : Where will he be taken, the boy?
Severus Snape : To a safe house. Most likely the home of someone in the Order. I've been told he's been given every manner of protection possible. Once there, it will be impractical to attack him.
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Bellatrix Lestrange : [clears throat] My Lord, I'd like to volunteer for this task. I want to kill the boy.
[a scream from the cellar interrupts them]
Lord Voldemort : Wormtail! Have I not spoken to you about keeping our guest quiet?
Wormtail : Yes, my Lord. Right away, my Lord.
[Wormtail scuttles out]
Lord Voldemort : As inspiring as I find your bloodlust Bellatrix, I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.
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Lord Voldemort : To those of you who do not know: we are joined tonight by Ms. Charity Burbage, who until recently taught at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. Her speciality was Muggle Studies. It is Ms. Burbage's belief that Muggles are not so different from us. She would, given her way, have us... mate with them.
Bellatrix Lestrange : Blech!
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Lord Voldemort : Severus. I was beginning to worry that you had lost your way. Come, we've saved you a seat. You bring news I trust?
Severus Snape : It will happen Saturday next, at nightfall.
Yaxley : I heard differently my Lord. Dawlish, the auror, has let slip that the Potter boy will not be moved until the 30th of this month, the day before he turns 17.
Severus Snape : This is a false trail. The auror office no longer plays any part in the protection of Harry Potter.
