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It was just possible to discern Ron under his disguise, but only, Harry thought, because he knew him so well. Ron’s hair was now long and wavy; he had a thick brown beard and mustache, no freckles, a short, broad nose, and heavy eyebrows. “Well, he’s not my type, but he’ll do,” said Harry. “Shall we go, then?”
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows; Chapter 26 - Gringotts
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“We’ll be there, Harry,” said Ron. “What?” “At your aunt and uncle’s house,” said Ron “And then we’ll go with you wherever you’re going.”
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince; Chapter Thirty - The White Tomb
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May 2, 1998
One shivering second of silence, the shock of the moment suspended: and then the tumult broke around Harry as the screams and the cheers and the roars of the watchers rent the air. The fierce new sun dazzled the windows as they thundered toward him, and the first to reach him were Ron and Hermione, and it was their arms that were wrapped around him, their incomprehensible shouts that deafened him. Then Ginny, Neville, and Luna were there, and then all the Weasleys and Hagrid, and Kingsley and McGonagall and Flitwick and Sprout, and Harry could not hear a word that anyone was shouting, nor tell whose hands were seizing him, pulling him, trying to hug some part of him, hundreds of them pressing in, all determined to touch the Boy Who Lived, the reason it was over at last —
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows; Chapter 36 - The Flaw in the Plan
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“Look what he asked from me, Hermione! Risk your life, Harry! And again! And again! And don’t expect me to explain everything, just trust me blindly, trust that I know what I’m doing, trust me even though I don’t trust you! Never the whole truth! Never!”
His voiced cracked with the strain, and they stood looking at each other in the whiteness and the emptiness, and Harry felt they were as insignificant as insects beneath that wide sky.
“He loved you,” Hermione whispered. “I know he loved you.”
Harry dropped his arms.
“I don’t know who he loved, Hermione, but it was never me. This isn’t love, the mess he’s left me in.”
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows; Chapter 18 - The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore
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Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix; Chapter 13 - Detention With Dolores
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