1 (ominous, eerie tones) (eerie tones grow louder) (quiet, mysterious theme playing) Captions by WB. www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2014 BROADCAST HOST: I don't know about you it's just too hot today, isn't it? And it's going to get even worse. Temperatures up in the mid30s Celsius that's the mid90s Fahrenheit. Tomorrow, maybe even hitting a hundred. So please remember to cover up and stay cool... (weather report fading out) WOMAN: Come on, guys, let's go home. Come on, love, off you get. BOY: Do we have to? WOMAN: Yes, we do. (fading): I'll make your favourite dinner... (boys laughing, chatting) HARRY: Hey, Big D. Beat up another ten-year-old? This one deserved it. OTHERS: Yeah. Five against one ` very brave. Well, you're one to talk. Moaning in your sleep every night. At least I'm not afraid of my pillow. (laughter) "Don't kill Cedric!" Who's Cedric, your boyfriend? (derisive laughter) Shut up. "He's going to kill me, Mum!" Where is your mum? Where is your mum, Potter? She dead? (others laugh) Is she dead? (laughter) Is she a dead Potter? OTHERS: Whoa...! (laughter) (laughter continues) (deep whooshing, low rumbling) (wind rushing) Uh, Dudley... Dudley... Dudley, let's go home. What's going on? What are you doing? I'm not doing anything. We're getting out of here, Dudley! Come on, Dudley! Hurry up! (wind roaring) (rumbling) (wind whipping) (thunder rumbling) (boys panting) (both panting, footsteps pounding) (water trickling) (electrical buzzing) (train clacking in distance) (gasps, grunts) HARRY (grunting): Dudley, run! (grunts, yells) (gasping) (groaning) (yells) (loud snap) (grunts) (gasping breaths) Expecto Patronum! (trembling breaths) (hissing) (Dudley whimpering) (trembling, whimpering) Mrs. Figg. (wheels squeaking) Don't put away your wand, Harry. They might come back. Dementors in Little Whinging? Whatever next? The whole world's gone topsy-turvy. I don't understand. How'd you know about... Dumbledore asked me to keep an eye on you. Dumbledore? You know Dumbledore? Uh-huh. After You-Know-Who killed that poor Diggory boy last year, did you expect him to let you go wandering around on your own? Good Lord, boy, they told me you were intelligent. Now, get inside and stay there. I expect someone will be in touch soon. (whispers): Whatever happens, don't leave the house. (on TV): It is hot! That's right, hot everywhere. There's sweat, there's stifling, the sun is just burning... (door opens) Duddykins! (footsteps approach) Is that you? Duddy? Vernon, come quick. (whispers): You have to take him to a hospital. Who did this to you, boy? (quiet whimpering) VERNON: Happy, are we now? Eh? You've finally done it. You've finally driven him loopy! (whispers): Vernon! Don't say that! Well, j-just look at him, Petunia. Our boy is gone yumpy! I've reached my limit, do you hear? This is the last I'm gonna take of you and your nonsense! (owl screeches, package thuds) (Vernon whimpering) (screeching) Dear Mr. Potter, the Ministry has received intelligence that at 6:23 this evening you performed the Patronus charm in the presence of a Muggle. As a clear violation of the decree for the reasonable restriction of underage sorcery, you are hereby expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hoping you are well, Mafalda Hopkirk. Justice. (crying, whimpering) (mumbling, whimpering) (mouthing) (screeches) (squeaks) Sorry, Hedwig. (Hedwig squeaks) (thunder rumbling) (quiet, ominous theme plays) (zapping) (clock ticking) (clattering in distance) (ominous theme intensifying) (zapping) (Hedwig squawks) TONKS (whispers): Very clean, these Muggles. MOODY: Tonks, for God's sake! (whispers): Ouch! Professor Moody. What are you doing here? Rescuing you, of course. (hinges squeak) Where are we going? The letter said I've been expelled from Hogwarts. Well, you haven't been, not yet. Kingsley, you take point. HARRY: The letter said... Dumbledore has persuaded the minister to suspend your expulsion pending a formal hearing. A hearing? Uh-huh. Don't worry, Harry, we'll explain everything when we get back to headquarters. Shh! Not here, Nymphadora. Don't call me Nymphadora. (brooms revving) Stay in formation, everyone. Don't break ranks if one of us is killed. (whooshing) (loud whooshing) (rousing adventure theme plays) (deep whooshing) (truck beeping steadily) WORKER: That corner! MOODY: Come on. (siren wails in distance) (staff thumping) (chimes tinkling) (low rumble) (rumbling grows louder) (crackling, creaking) (rumbling, crackling, creaking continue) (audience laughter on TV) (gasps, exhales) (rattling, creaking) (rumbling stops) In you go, son. (door creaking softly) (man talking indistinctly in distance) (second man speaking indistinctly) (both men speaking) MAN 1: We must trust Dumbledore. MAN 2: I say it's time to take action. Ooh! (indistinct conversation continues) MRS. WEASLEY: Shh! Keep your voices down. SIRIUS: ...stronger and stronger by the minute! We have to act now. Harry. Mrs. Weasley. Heavens, you're all right! (laughs) Bit peaky, but I'm afraid dinner will have to wait until after the meeting's finished. About that... No. No time to explain. Straight upstairs, first door on the left. Yeah. (panting) KREACHER: Mudbloods, wolves, traitors, thieves. If my poor mistress knew the scum let into her house, what would she say to old Kreacher? Oh, the shame. Mm. (quiet, ominous theme plays) PORTRAIT: Freaks. KREACHER: There, there, mistress. PORTRAIT: Scum of the earth. Not like it was... Kreacher is here. (door creaks) Oh, Harry! Are you all right? We've heard them talking about the Dementor attack. You must tell us everything. Let a man breathe, Hermione. And this hearing at the ministry! It's just outrageous! I've looked it up. They simply can't expel you. It's completely unfair. Yeah. There's a lot of that going around at the moment. So, what is this place? It's headquarters. Of the Order of the Phoenix. It's a secret society Dumbledore formed it back when they first fought You-Know-Who. You couldn't have put any of this in a letter, I suppose? I've gone all summer without a scrap of news. We wanted to write, mate. Really, we did. Only... Only what? Only Dumbledore made us swear not to tell you anything. Dumbledore said that? But why would he want to keep me in the dark? I mean, maybe I could help. After all, I'm the one who saw Voldemort return; I'm the one who fought him; I'm the one who saw Cedric Diggory get killed. Harry. Thought we heard your dulcet tones. Don't bottle it up, though, mate. Let it out. Anyway, if you're all done shouting... Do you want to hear something a little more interesting? SIRIUS: If anyone has a right to know, it's Harry. If it wasn't for Harry, we wouldn't even know Voldemort was back. He's not a child, Molly. MRS. WEASLEY: He's not an adult, either! He's not James, Sirius. He's not your son. WEASLEY: He's as good as. Who else has he got? HARRY: Hey, Ginny. SIRIUS: He's got me. SNAPE: How touchingly paternal, Black. Perhaps Potter will grow up to be a felon, just like his godfather. SIRIUS: You stay out of this, Snivelus. Snape's part of the order? Git. (meows) SIRIUS: I know better. (Snape and Sirius continue talking) (Crookshanks meows) (whispers): No! Crookshanks! (meowing) Stop it, you bloody cat. Leave it alone! RON: Hermione, I hate your cat. (whispers): Bad Crookshanks! (Ron chuckles) Well, we'll be eating down in the kitchen. Oh! Just because you're allowed to use magic now does not mean you have to whip your wands out for everything! Hi, Mum. You hungry, Harry? You sure you're all right, Harry? You gave us quite a turn. SIRIUS: Harry Potter. Sirius! (laughs) Oh! (girls laughing) MR. WEASLEY: This is very, very, peculiar. It seems that your hearing at the Ministry is to be before the entire Wizengamot. HARRY: I don't understand. What has the Ministry of Magic got against me? Show him. He'll find out soon enough. SIRIUS: He's been attacking Dumbledore as well. Fudge is using all his power, including his influence at the Daily Prophet, to... smear anyone who claims the Dark Lord has returned. HARRY: Why? The minister thinks Dumbledore's after his job. But that's insane no one in their right mind could believe that Dumbledore... Exactly the point. Fudge isn't in his right mind. It's been twisted and warped by fear. Now, fear makes people do terrible things, Harry. The last time Voldemort gained power, he almost destroyed everything we hold most dear. Now he has returned, and I'm afraid the minister will do almost anything to avoid facing that terrifying truth. SIRIUS: We think Voldemort wants to build up his army again. 14 years ago, he had huge numbers at his command, and not just witches and wizards but all manner of dark creatures. He's been recruiting heavily, and we've been attempting to do the same. But gathering followers isn't the only thing he's interested in. (Moody clears throat) We believe... Voldemort may be after something. Sirius. Something he didn't have last time. You mean, like a weapon? No. That's enough. He's just a boy! You say much more and you might as well induct him into the order straightaway. Good, I want to join. If Voldemort's raising an army, then I want to fight. (snoring) MAN (echoing whisper): Harry. HOPKIRK: You are hereby expelled. MR. WEASLEY: ...before the entire Wizengamot. 1 (mischievous tones playing) MR. WEASLEY: Trains underground. Ingenious, these Muggles. (man speaking indistinctly over P.A. system) Ah... Here we are. I've never used the visitor's entrance before. Should be fun. Good. Good. I'll just get my Muggle money. (coins clinking) Ah. (bell dings) (quiet, mysterious theme playing) Terrible day yesterday. Lost a lot of galleons trading... Daily Prophet, ladies and gentlemen. Anybody for Daily Prophet? Dumbledore: is he daft or is he dangerous? Morning, Arthur. Morning, Bob. (whispers): Interdepartmental memos. We used to use owls. The mess was unbelievable. Merlin's beard. Thank you, Kingsley. They've changed the time of your hearing. When is it? In five minutes. WOMAN'S VOICE: Department of Mysteries. ...do the right thing. Yes, but we must be... Remember, during the hearing, speak only when you're spoken to. Keep calm. You've done nothing wrong. As the Muggles say, "truth will out." Yes? Mm-hm. I'm not allowed in, I'm afraid. Good luck, Harry. (gavel pounding) Disciplinary hearing of the 12th of August into offences committed by Harry James Potter, resident at number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Interrogators Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister... Witness for the defence! Albus Percival Wolfrick... Brian... Dumbledore. You-you got our message that the time and place of the hearing had been changed, did you? I must have missed it, but by a happy mistake, I arrived at the Ministry three hours early. Charges? The charges against the accused are as follows: that he did knowingly and in full awareness of the illegality of his actions produce a Patronus charm in the presence of a Muggle. Do you deny producing said Patronus? No, but... And you were aware that you were forbidden to use magic outside school while under the age of 17? Yes, I was but... Witches and wizards of the Wizengamot... I was only doing it because of the dementors. (murmuring) Dementors? In Little Whinging? That's quite clever. Muggles can't see dementors, can they, boy? Highly convenient. I'm not lying. There were two of them, and if I hadn't... Enough. I'm sorry to interrupt what I'm sure would have been a very well-rehearsed story, but since you can produce no witnesses of the event... DUMBLEDORE: Pardon me, Minister. But as it happens, we can. Please describe the attack. What did they look like? Well... one of them was very large and the other rather skinny. Not the boys, the Dementors. Oh, right, right. Well, um, big... cloaked... Then everything went cold, as though all the happiness had gone from the world. Now, look here. Dementors don't just wander into a Muggle suburb and happen across a wizard. The-the odds are astronomical. I don't think anyone would believe that the Dementors were there by coincidence, Minister. (Umbridge clears throat) I'm sure I must have misunderstood you, Professor. Dementors are, after all, under the control of the Ministry of Magic. It's so silly of me, but it sounded for a moment as though you were suggesting that the Ministry had ordered the attack on this boy. That would be disturbing indeed, Madam Undersecretary. Which is why I'm sure the Ministry will mount a full-scale inquiry into why the two Dementors were so very far from Azkaban and why they mounted an attack without authorization. Of course, there is someone... who might be behind the attack. Cornelius... I implore you to see reason. The evidence that the Dark Lord has returned is incontrovertible. He's not back. In the matter of Harry Potter, the law clearly states that magic may be used before Muggles in life-threatening situations. Laws can be changed if necessary, Dumbledore. Clearly, it's become practice to hold a full criminal trial to deal with a simple matter of underage magic. (murmuring) Those in favour of conviction. Those in favour of clearing the accused of all charges. (quiet, suspenseful theme plays) Cleared of all charges. (gavel bangs) Professor... (man speaking indistinctly over P.A. system) (barking) Padfoot, are you barking mad? You could blow the entire operation. (whistle blowing) Sirius, what are you doing here? If somebody sees you... I had to see you off, didn't I? What's life without a little risk? I don't want to see you get chucked back in Azkaban. Oh, don't worry about me. Anyway... I wanted you to have this. Original Order of the Phoenix. Marlene McKinnon ` she was killed two weeks after this was taken. Voldemort wiped out her entire family. That's Frank and Alice Longbottom. Neville's parents. They suffered a fate worse than death, if you ask me. It's been 14 years... and still a day doesn't go by I don't miss your dad. Do you really think there's going to be a war, Sirius? It feels like it did before. You keep it. Anyway, I suppose you're the young ones now. (whistle blowing) (people chattering) I'll see you on the train. Goodbye, Johnny. I love you. Hold my hand. Bye...! (eerie voices whispering indistinctly) (rattling) (train chugging) (mysterious theme playing) I'm surprised the Ministry is still letting you walk around free, Potter. You better enjoy it while you can. I expect there's a cell in Azkaban with your name on it. What'd I tell you? Complete nutter. Just stay away from me! It's only Malfoy. What do you expect? (quiet, indistinct conversation) Hi, guys. ALL: Hi, Neville. (carriage wheels clattering) (soft grunt) What is it? What's what? HARRY: That, pulling the carriage. Nothing's pulling the carriage, Harry. It's pulling itself, like always. (creature snuffling) You're not going mad. I can see them, too. You're just as sane as I am. Everyone, this is Loony Love... Luna Lovegood. What an interesting necklace. It's a charm, actually. Keeps away the Nargles. Hungry. I hope there's pudding. RON: What's a Nargle? HERMIONE (whispers): No idea. (students chattering) DUMBLEDORE: Good evening, children. (students quiet) Now, we have two changes in staffing this year. We're pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking care of Magical Creatures while Professor Hagrid is on temporary leave. We also wish to welcome our new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher, Professor Delores Umbridge. (chuckles) And I'm sure you'll all join me in wishing the professor good luck. As usual, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you... (clears throat) She was at my hearing. She works for Fudge. UMBRIDGE: Thank you, Headmaster, for those kind words of welcome. And how lovely to see all your bright, happy faces smiling up at me. I'm sure we're all going to be very good friends. BOTH: That's likely. The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. Although each headmaster has brought something new to this historic school... ...progress for the sake of progress must be discouraged. Let us preserve what must be preserved, perfect what can be perfected and prune practices that ought to be (whispers): prohibited. (chuckles) Thank you, Professor Umbridge. That really was most illuminating. RON: Illuminating? Now, as I was saying... What a load of waffles. What's it mean? DUMBLEDORE: ...magic is forbidden in the corridors. It means the Ministry is interfering at Hogwarts. (students chattering) GIRL (whispers): Quiet. (everyone quiets) Dean, Seamus, good holiday? All right. Better than Seamus', anyway. Me mum didn't want me to come back this year. Why not? Let me see uh, because of you. The Daily Prophet's been saying a lot of things about you, Harry, and about Dumbledore as well. What, and your mum believes them? Well, nobody was there the night Cedric died. Oh, well, I guess you should read the Prophet then, like your stupid mother; it'll tell you everything you need to know. Don't you dare talk about my mother like that. I'll have a go at anyone that calls me a liar. What's going on? He's mad is what's going on. Do you believe the rubbish that's come out of him about You-Know-Who? Yeah, I do. Does anyone else got a problem with Harry? You all right? Fine. Seamus was bang out of order, mate. But he'll come through, you'll see. I said I'm fine, Ron! Right. I'll just leave you to your thoughts, then. (eerie voices whispering indistinctly) (slithering) (panting) (soft growling) (deep growling) (Harry panting) (whispering): Harry... (rattling) (gasps loudly) (panting) 1 (laughter) (indistinct conversations) Over here. (chuckles, blows) Go ahead, Seamus. Go on, go on, hit it. (laughter) (fluttering) (boys groaning) (laughter) Good morning, children. Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations. O-W-Ls. More commonly known as OWLs. Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so, and the consequences may be severe. Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven. But you'll be pleased to know from now on, you will be following a carefully structured, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic. Yes? There's nothing in here about using defensive spells. Using spells? (chuckles) Well, I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom. We're not going to use magic? You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way. Well, what use is that? If we're going to be attacked, it won't be risk-free. Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class! It is the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examinations, which, after all, is what school is all about. And how's theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there? There is nothing out there, dear. Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourself? Oh, I don't know, maybe Lord Voldemort. (whispering, murmuring) (pencil drops) Now let me make this... quite plain. You have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large once again. This... is... a... lie. It's not a lie. I saw him! I fought him! Detention, Mr. Potter! So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord? Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident. It was murder. Voldemort killed him! You must know that! (shrieks): Enough! (softly): Enough. See me later, Mr. Potter, my office. (giggles) (quiet, suspenseful theme) (cats meowing) (knocking) (purring) Come in. (meowing) Good evening, Mr. Potter. Sit. (meowing) (purring) You're going to be doing some lines for me today, Mr. Potter. No, not with your quill. You're going to be using a rather special one of mine. Now... I want you to write... "I must not tell lies." How many times? Well, let's say... as long as it takes for the message to sink in. You haven't given me any ink. Oh, you won't need any ink. (meowing) (groaning) (groans) (cat meowing) Yes? Nothing. That's right. Because you know, deep down, you deserve to be punished. Don't you, Mr. Potter? Go on. (rock music playing) Skiving Snackboxes. Sweets that make you ill. Get you out of class whenever you like. Obtain hours of pleasure from unprofitable boredom. (groaning) Care for another? RON: I'm not asking you to write all of it for me. HERMIONE: Oh, please. RON: It's just, I've been busy studying for these stupid OWL exams. I'll do the introduction, that's all. Hermione, you're honestly the most wonderful person I've ever met. If I'm ever rude to you again... I'll know you've gone back to normal. What's wrong with your hand? Nothing. The other hand. You've got to tell Dumbledore. No. Dumbledore's got enough on his mind right now. Anyway, I don't want to give Umbridge the satisfaction. Bloody hell, Harry, the woman is torturing you. If the parents knew about this... Yeah, well, I haven't got any folks, have I, Ron? Harry, you've got to report this. It's perfectly simple. You're being... No, it's not. Hermione, whatever this is, it's not simple. You don't understand. Then help us to. (screeching) HARRY: "Dear Padfoot, "I hope you're all right. "It's starting to get colder here. Winter is definitely on the way. "In spite of being back at Hogwarts, I feel more alone than ever. I know you, of all people, will understand." (howling) (howling) Hello, Harry Potter. Your feet. Aren't they cold? A bit. Unfortunately, all my shoes have mysteriously disappeared. I suspect Nargles are behind it. What are they? They're called Thestrals. (loud cry) They're quite gentle, really, but people avoid them because they're a bit... Different. But why can't the others see them? They can only be seen by people who've seen death. So you've known someone who's died then? My mum. She was quite an extraordinary witch, but she did like to experiment, and one day one of her spells went badly wrong. I was nine. I'm sorry. Yes, it was rather horrible. I do feel very sad about it sometimes. But I've got Dad. We both believe you, by the way. (screeching) That He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back and you fought him, and the Ministry and the Prophet are conspiring against you and Dumbledore. Thanks. It seems you're about the only ones that do. I don't think that's true. But I suppose that's how he wants you to feel. What do you mean? Well, if I were You-Know-Who, I'd want you to feel cut off from everyone else, because, if it's just you alone, you're not as much of a threat. (indistinct conversations) Do you ever stop eating? What? I'm hungry. Harry. Can I join you? UMBRIDGE: Pardon me, Professor, but what exactly are you insinuating? I am merely requesting that when it comes to my students, you conform to the prescribed disciplinary practices. So silly of me, but it sounds as if you're questioning my authority in my own classroom, Minerva. Not at all, Delores. Merely your medieval methods. Why, I am sorry, dear. But to question my practices is to question the Ministry, and by extension, the Minister himself. I am a tolerant woman, but the one thing I will not stand for is disloyalty. Disloyalty. Things at Hogwarts are far worse than I feared. Cornelius will want to take immediate action. (flash bulbs popping) (reporters shouting) What's happened to Dumbledore? FUDGE: Having already revolutionized the teaching of Defence Against the Dark Arts, Delores Umbridge, will, as High Inquisitor, have powers to address the seriously falling standards at Hogwarts School. (gasping) Dream it... Just one question, dear. You've been in this post how long exactly? (grunting) (yelping) You applied first for the Defence Against the Dark Arts post, is that correct? Yes. But you were unsuccessful? Obviously. (snickering) (crowd cheering) (crowd groaning) (hammering continues) (all gasping) Could you please predict something for me? I'm sorry? (indistinct singing) Move those mouths. One teensy little prophesy? Pity. No, wait, wait, no. I think I do see something. Yes. I do. Something dark. You... are in grave danger. Lovely. 1 (indistinct conversations) Cho, what's going on? It's Professor Trelawney. TRELAWNEY: Oh... I... uh... (doors rattle shut) Oh... Six... 16 years I've... I've lived and taught here. Hogwarts is my home. (crying): You can't do this. Actually, I can. (sobbing) Oh, dear. Something you'd like to say, dear? Oh, there are several things I would like to say. There. Shh, shh. (doors rattling, rumbling open) (Trelawney whimpers) Professor McGonagall, might I ask you to escort Sybil back inside? Sybil, dear... Oh, what? This way. Thank you. Dumbledore, may I remind you that, under the terms of Educational Decree Number 23, as enacted by the Minister... You have the right to dismiss my teachers. You do not, however, have the authority to banish them from the grounds. That power remains with the headmaster. For now. (thunder rumbles) Don't you all have studying to do? Professor! Professor! Professor Dumbledore. Professor! Professor Dumbledore. HERMIONE: That foul, evil old gargoyle! We're not learning how to defend ourselves. We're not learning how to pass our OWLs. She's taking over the entire school. FUDGE (over radio): ...and security has been and will remain the Ministry's top priority. Furthermore, we have convincing evidence that these disappearances are the work of notorious mass murderer Sirius Black. (fire crackling) SIRIUS (whispers): Harry! Sirius. What are you doing here? SIRIUS: Answering your letter. You said you were worried about Umbridge. What's she doing? Training you to kill half-breeds? Sirius, she's not letting us use magic at all. Well, I'm not surprised. The latest intelligence is that Fudge doesn't want you trained in combat. Combat? What does he think, we're forming some sort of wizard army? That's exactly what he thinks. That Dumbledore is assembling his own forces to take on the Ministry. He's becoming more paranoid by the minute. The others wouldn't want me telling you this, Harry, but things aren't going at all well with the Order. Fudge is blocking the truth at every turn, and these disappearances are just how it started before. Voldemort is on the move. Well, what can we do? (distant clattering) Someone's coming. I'm sorry I can't be of more help, but for now at least, it looks like you're on your own. (thunder rumbling in distance) (thunder crashing) He really is out there, isn't he? We've got to be able to defend ourselves. And if Umbridge refuses to teach us how, we need someone who will. (thunder crashing) (thunder crashing) (wind whistling) VOLDEMORT (whispers): Harry... HARRY: This is mad. Who'd want to be taught by me? I'm a nutter, remember? RON: Look on the bright side. You can't be any worse than old toad face. Thanks, Ron. I'm here for you, mate. Who's supposed to be meeting us then? HERMIONE: Just a couple of people. (door creaking) (goat bleating) Lovely spot. (bleating) (cowbell jangling) HERMIONE: I thought it would be safer somewhat off the beaten track. TAVERN KEEPER: Hey, Mitzi, come back here! Um... hi. So... you all know why we're here. We need a teacher. A proper teacher. One who's had real experience defending themselves against the Dark Arts. Why? RON: Why?! 'Cause You-Know-Who's back, you tosspot. So he says. HERMIONE: So Dumbledore says. So Dumbledore says because he says. The point is, where's the proof? Potter could tell us more about how Diggory got killed. I'm not going to talk about Cedric, so if that's why you're here, you might as well clear out now. Come on, Hermione, let's go. They're just here 'cause they all think I'm some sort of freak. Harry, wait. Is it true you can produce a Patronus charm? HERMIONE: Yes. I've seen it. Blimey, Harry, I didn't know you could do that. And he killed a basilisk with the sword in Dumbledore's office. It's true. Third year, he fought off about 100 dementors at once. And last year, he really did fight off You-Know-Who in the flesh. Wait. Look, it all sounds great when you say it like that, but the truth is, most of that was just luck. I didn't know what I was doing half the time, and I nearly always had help. He's just being modest. No, Hermione, I'm not. Facing this stuff in real life is not like school. In school, if you make a mistake, you can just try again tomorrow, but out there... when you're a second away from being murdered or watching a friend die right before your eyes... ...you don't know what that's like. You're right, Harry, we don't. That's why we need your help. Because if we're going to have any chance of beating... Voldemort... He's really back? (pen scratching) HARRY: Right. First, we need to find a place to practice where Umbridge won't find out. The Shrieking Shack. That's too small. Forbidden Forest? RON: Not bloody likely. Harry, what happens if Umbridge does find out? HERMIONE: Who cares? I mean, it's sort of exciting, isn't it? Breaking the rules. Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger? Anyway, at least we know one positive thing that came from today. What's that? Cho couldn't take her eyes off you, could she? HARRY: Right. Over the next few days, we should each come up with a couple of possibilities of places we can practice. We've got to make sure that wherever it is, there's no chance they can find us. (speaking quietly) UMBRIDGE (over P.A.): All student organizations are henceforth disbanded. Any student... Watch where you're going, Longbottom. (chuckles) (crackling) (rumbling) HERMIONE: You've done it, Neville. You've found the Room of Requirement. RON: The what? HERMIONE: It's also known as the Come and Go Room. The Room of Requirement only appears when a person has real need of it. And it's always equipped for the seeker's needs. RON: So... say you really needed the toilet... Charming, Ronald. But yes, that is the general idea. It's brilliant. It's like Hogwarts wants us to fight back. (creaking, rattling) Expelliarmus! (screams) I'm hopeless. You're-you're just flourishing your wand too much. Try it like this. Expelliarmus! You will please copy the approved text four times to ensure maximum retention. There will be no need to talk. No need to think is more like it. NEVILLE (whispers): Expelliarmus. UMBRIDGE: Wands away. (rumbling, scraping) HARRY: Stunning is one of the most useful spells in your arsenal. It's sort of a wizard's bread and butter, really. So, um, come on, then, Nigel. Give me your best shot. Stupefy! (gasps) (groans) (group murmuring) Good. Not bad at all, Nigel. (groans) Well done. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you. Thanks, Ronald. Come on, Ron. Come on, Ron. (laughter) Come on, Ron. Do it. Come on, Ron. (whispers): One Sickle. You're on. Stupefy! (murmuring, laughing) Thank you. Shut up. I let her do that. It's good manners, isn't it? (giggling) It was completely intentional. (snoring) (doorway rumbling open) UMBRIDGE: Up you come. Would you like a cup of tea? HARRY: Now focus on the fixed point and try again. Expelliarmus! Very good. Keep your concentration. (whooshing) Great. A little higher. Whoa! (thuds) I'm okay. I'm okay. (whimsical theme playing) Stupefy! Stupefy! UMBRIDGE (over P.A.): Those wishing to join the Inquisitorial Squad for extra credit may sign up at the High Inquisitor's Office. Diminuito! Working hard is important. But there's something that matters even more. Stupefy! Believing in yourself. Expelliarmus! Very good! You've got it! Think of it this way. Every great wizard in history has started out... as nothing more than what we are now: students. If they can do it, why not us? Stupefy! Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus! (screaming) (shouting spell) Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus! (students chattering) Expelliarmus! (gasps) (children gasping) Did you see that? (excited chatter) Fantastic, Neville. Well done, mate. So that's it for this lesson. Now, we're not going to be meeting again until after the holidays. (groaning) So just keep practicing on your own as best you can. And... and well done, everyone. Great, great work. (applause) Good job, mate. Thanks. (students chattering) See you after Christmas. See you in the common room, Harry. Thanks a lot, Harry. No worries. Merry Christmas, Harry. Thank you. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. Not at all. Merry Christmas. Thank you, Harry. Thank you. Merry Christmas. Thanks, Harry. Merry Christmas, Harry. Merry Christmas. Have a good Christmas, Harry. Have a great Christmas, Luna. We've been thinking, Harry. We could always slip Umbridge some Puking Pastilles into her tea. Or fever fudge. They give you these massive pus-filled boils right on... Sounds great, guys. Would you excuse me? Are you all right? I heard Umbridge gave you a rough time the other day. Yeah. I'm okay. Anyways, it's worth it. It's just, it's just learning all this... makes me wonder whether if he'd known it... Cedric... Cedric did know this stuff. He was really good. It's just, Voldemort was better. You're a really good teacher, Harry. I've never been able to stun anything before. Mistletoe. Probably full of Nargles, though. What are Nargles? Got no idea. (quiet, gentle theme plays) RON: Well, how was it? Wet. I mean, she was sort of crying. That bad at it, are you? I'm sure Harry's kissing was more than satisfactory. (chuckles softly) Cho spends half her time crying these days. You'd think a bit of snogging would cheer her up. HERMIONE: Don't you understand how she must be feeling? Well, obviously, she's feeling sad about Cedric, and therefore confused about liking Harry, and guilty about kissing him, conflicted because Umbridge is threatening to sack her mom from her job at the Ministry, and frightened of failing her OWL's, because she's so busy worrying about everything else. If one person can feel all that, they'd explode. Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon... (chuckles) (laughing) (eerie hissing) (low growling): Harry... (panting) (hissing) SIRIUS: Voldemort may be after something. Something he didn't have last time. (growling) VOLDEMORT (whispers): Harry. Harry. (panting) (low growling) (gasps) (growling) (groaning) (grunting) (panting) In the dream, were you standing next to the victim? Or looking down at the scene? Neither. It was like I... Professor, will you please just tell me what's happening? Everhardt, Arthur's on guard duty tonight. Make sure he's found by the right people. Sir... Phineas... you must go to your portrait at Grimmauld Place. Tell them that Arthur Weasley is gravely injured and his children will be arriving there soon by port key. EVERHARDT: They got him, Albus. It was close, but they think he'll make it. What's more, the Dark Lord failed to acquire it. Oh, thank goodness. Look at me! (panting) What's happening to me? You wished to see me, Headmaster? Severus, I'm afraid we can't wait. Not even till the morning. Otherwise, we'll all be vulnerable. SNAPE: It appears that there is a connection between the Dark Lord's mind and your own. Whether he is as yet aware of this connection is, for the moment, unclear. Pray he remains ignorant. You mean, if he knows about it, then... he'll be able to read my mind? Read it, control it, unhinge it. In the past, it was often the Dark Lord's pleasure to invade the minds of his victims, creating visions designed to torture them into madness. Only after extracting the last exquisite ounce of agony, only when he had them literally begging for death, would he finally kill them. Used properly, the power of Occlumency will help shield you from access or influence. In these lessons, I will attempt to penetrate your mind. You will attempt to resist. Prepare yourself. Legilimens! Harry! (voices overlapping indistinctly) (eerie shriek) (groaning) Concentrate, Potter. Focus. (ominous theme playing) (children shouting playfully) (laughter) Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas. (sleigh bells jingling) MRS. WEASLEY: Here we go. Daddy's back. Oh. (laughing) Sit down, everybody, sit down. That's it. Now, presents. MR. WEASLEY: And a nice big box for Ron. MRS. WEASLEY: Big box for him. (children giggling) And, um... Here... oh. (chuckles): Fred and George. Come on, open up. I want to see your faces. Yes. Try it on. GINNY: Thanks, Mum, it's perfect. Just what he wanted, actually. RON: Thanks, Mum. MRS. WEASLEY: Come on, then, everyone, let's clear this away. Oh, Harry, Harry! There you are. Happy Christmas. HARRY: Thank you. Lovely to have you with us. Thank you. Now Daddy. Pass that to Daddy. MR. WEASLEY: Thank you. Has everybody got? Toast! MRS. WEASLEY: Fred? George? Come on, and make sure... MR. WEASLEY: A Christmas toast! To Mr. Harry Potter... without whom I would not be here. Harry. ALL: Harry. Harry. MR. WEASLEY: Oh, that is delicious. I shall be needing some more of that. MRS. WEASLEY: Well, Daddy... I can't understand why you don't want to wear it, Ronald. 'Cause I look like a bloody idiot, that's why. No more than usual, though. I don't know why you don't trust your mother's taste more. Nasty brat, standing there as bold as brass. Harry Potter the boy who stopped the Dark Lord, friend of Mudbloods and blood traitors alike. If my poor mistress only knew.... SIRIUS: Kreacher! That's enough of your bile. Away with you! Of course, Master. Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black. (Kreacher groans) Sorry about that. He never was very pleasant, even when I was a boy. Not to me, anyway. What, what, you grew, you grew up here? This is my parents' house. I offered it to Dumbledore as headquarters for the Order. About the only useful thing I've been able to do. This is the Black family tree. My deranged cousin. I hated the lot of them. My parents with their pureblood mania. My mother did that after I ran away. Charming woman. I was 16. Where did you go? Round your dad's. I was always welcome at the Potters'. I see him so much in you, Harry. You are so very much alike. I'm not so sure. Sirius, when I was... When I saw Mr. Weasley attacked, I wasn't just watching. I was the snake. And afterwards, in Dumbledore's office, there was a moment when I, I wanted to... This connection between me and Voldemort, what if the reason for it is that I am becoming more like him? I-I just feel so angry all the time. And... what if, after everything that I've been through, something's gone wrong inside me? What if I'm becoming bad? I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry. You're not a bad person. You're a very good person who bad things have happened to. You understand? Besides, the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside of us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are. (knocking) Harry, time to go. When all this is over, we'll be a proper family. You'll see. (quiet, gentle theme plays) (voices whispering indistinctly) (noble theme playing) (students chattering) Really? (Cho giggles) Harry! Harry, Hagrid's back. I'm sorry. UMBRIDGE: I will say this one last time. I'm ordering you to tell me where you've been. HAGRID: I told you. I've been away for me health. Your health? Yeah. Bit of fresh air, you know. Oh, yes. As gamekeeper, fresh air must be difficult to come by. If I were you, I shouldn't get too used to being back. In fact, I mightn't bother unpacking at all. (thunder rumbles in distance) (sniffing) (spritzing) (wind whistling) This is top secret, right? Dumbledore sent me to parlay with the giants. Giants?! Shh! You found them? Well, they're not that hard to find, to be perfectly honest. They're so big, see? I tried to convince them to join the cause. But I wasn't the only one that was trying to win them over. Death Eaters? Yes. Trying to persuade them to join You-Know-Who. And... did they? I gave them Dumbledore's message. Suppose some of them remember he was friendly to them, I suppose. (sighs) And they did this to you? (Fang murmuring) Not exactly, no. (Fang barking) Oh, go on, you have it then, you dopey dog. (thunder rumbling, wind whistling) (Fang barking) (thunder rumbling, wind whistling) It's changing out there. Just like last time. There's a storm coming, Harry. We'd all best be ready when she does. (eerie voices whispering indistinctly) (thunder cracking) (wind whistling) (laughing maniacally) (laughter echoing) FUDGE: We have confirmed that ten high-security prisoners, in the early hours of yesterday evening, did escape. And of course, the Muggle Prime Minister has been alerted to the danger. We strongly suspect that the break-out was engineered by a man with personal experience of escaping from Azkaban, notorious mass murderer, Sirius Black cousin of escapee Bellatrix Lestrange. (screaming) (excited, indistinct conversation) Dumbledore warned Fudge this could happen. He's gonna get us all killed just 'cause he can't face the truth. Harry? I, uh, I wanted to apologize. Now even me mum says The Prophet's version of things don't add up. So, what I'm really trying to say is that... I believe you. HARRY: Neville? 14 years ago, a Death Eater named Bellatrix Lestrange used the Cruciatus Curse on my parents. She tortured them for information, but they never gave in. I'm quite proud to be their son. But I'm not sure I'm ready for everyone to know just yet. We're gonna make them proud, Neville. That's a promise. Make it a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember. Allow it to fill you up. Keep trying, Seamus. George, your turn now. Expecto Patronum! Expecto Patronum! A full-bodied Patronus is the most difficult to produce, but shield forms can also be equally useful against Expecto Patronum. a variety of opponents. Wow! That was great! Fantastic, Ginny! Just remember, your Patronus can only protect you for as long as you stay focused. So, focus, Luna. (apparition squeaks happily) (giggles) HARRY: Think of the happiest thing you can. NEVILLE: Expecto Patronum. I-I'm trying. I know. Expecto Patronum. It's good. This is really advanced stuff, guys. You're doing so well. (apparition barking) Whoa! Expecto Patronum. (deep rumbling, glass tinkling) (deep thud) (deep thud) (deep thud) (glass crackling) UMBRIDGE: I'll make short work of this. Bombarda Maxima. (gasps) Get them! 1 I've been watching them for weeks. And see, "Dumbledore's Army" proof of what I've been telling you right from the beginning, Cornelius. All your fearmongering about You-Know-Who never fooled us for a minute. We saw your lies for what they were a smoke screen for your bid to seize control of the Ministry. Naturally. No, Professor... He had nothing to do with it; It was me. Most noble of you, Harry, to shield me, but as has been pointed out, the parchment clearly says "Dumbledore's Army" not "Potter's." I instructed Harry to form this organization. And I, and I alone, am responsible for its activities. Dispatch an owl to the Daily Prophet. If we hurry, we should still make the morning edition. Dawlish, Shacklebolt, you will escort Dumbledore to Azkaban to await trial for conspiracy and sedition. Ah, I thought we might hit this little snag. You seem to be labouring under the delusion that I'm going to` What was the phrase? Come quietly. Well, I can tell you this, I have no intention of going to Azkaban. (whispering): Enough of this! Take him! (shrieking) (all gasping) (sighs): Wha... Well, you may not like him, Minister, but you can't deny... Dumbledore has got style. (grunting) (thunder rumbling in distance) UMBRIDGE (on P.A.): Boys and girls are not permitted to be within eight inches of each other. Those wishing to join the Inquisitorial Squad for extra credit... Students will be submitted to questioning about suspected illicit activities. Any student in noncompliance will be expelled. (men murmuring) (rumbling, clanking) (quiet, ominous tones playing) (sighs) (quiet, sombre theme plays) Harry... RON: You did everything you could. No one could win against that old hag. HERMIONE: Even Dumbledore didn't see this coming. Harry, if it's anyone's fault, it's ours. Yeah, we talked you into it. Yeah, but I agreed. I tried so hard to help, and all it's done is make things worse. Anyway, that doesn't matter anymore. Because I don't want to play anymore. All it does is make you care too much. And the more you care, the more you have to lose. So maybe it's just better to... To what? To go it alone. HAGRID: Psst! Hagrid. Any idea where he's taking us? Hagrid, why can't you just tell us? (neighing in distance) (rumbling) (creatures stampeding) (grunt in distance) (rumbling continues) (creatures snorting) I've never seen the centaurs so riled. And they're dangerous at the best of times. (sighs) The Ministry restricts their territory much more, they're gonna have a full uprising on their hands. Hagrid, what's going on? I'm sorry to be so mysterious, you three. I-I wouldn't be bothering you at all with it, but... with Dumbledore gone... I'll likely be getting the sack any day now. And I just couldn't leave without telling someone about him. (thunderous footsteps approach) HAGRID: Grawpy? (birds chirping) HAGRID: Down here, you great buffoon. (thunderous footsteps) (birds squawking) HAGRID: Oh... Grawpy... brought you some company. I couldn't just leave him, because... because he's my brother. RON (quietly): Blimey. HAGRID: Well, half-brother, really. He's completely harmless, just like I said. Little high-spirited, is all. (screams) HAGRID: Grawpy, that is not polite! Hagrid, do something! We talked about this. You do not grab, do you? That's your new friend, Hermione. Grawpy! (thump) (Ron grunts) HERMIONE: Grawp! Put me down! Now! (Hermione thuds onto ground) (sighs quietly) RON: Are you all right? Fine. Just needs a firm hand, is all. I think you've got an admirer. You just stay away from her, all right? (bell dings) (bell dings) He gets his own food and all. (bell dings) It's company he'll be needing when I'm gone. (deep thud) You will look after him, won't you? I'm the only family he's got. (bell dings) (bell dings) (bell dinging) Feeling sentimental? (whooshing) (panting): That's private. Not to me. And not to the Dark Lord, if you don't improve. Every memory he has access to is a weapon he can use against you. You won't last two seconds if he invades your mind. (panting) You're just like your father: lazy, arrogant. Don't say a word against my father! Weak. I'm not weak! Then prove it. Control your emotions. Discipline your mind. Legilimens! VOLDEMORT (whispers): Harry! HARRY: Sirius! (chuckling) SNAPE: I may vomit. (gasps): Stop it! Is this what you call control? We've been at it for hours. If I could just rest! The Dark Lord isn't resting. You and Black, you're two of a kind sentimental children forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been. Well, it may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair. Your blessed father knew that. In fact, he frequently saw to it. My father was a great man! Your father was a swine. Legilimens! Protego! (faint, echoing voices) JAMES: Come on, Moony, Padfoot. Snape! Expelliarmus! (chuckles): Nice one, James! Come on, James, finish him off! Dad. Impedimenta. BOYS: Snivellus! Greasy! Snivellus! Greasy! JAMES: Right. Who wants to see me take off Snivelly's trousers? (chanting grows louder) SNAPE: Enough! Enough. Your lessons are at an end. I d-d... Get... out. (thunder rumbling in distance) (quiet, melancholy theme plays) (boy sobbing) FRED: What's your name? BOY: Michael. GEORGE: Your hand's gonna be fine, Michael. FRED: Yeah, it's not as bad as it seems. See? It's fading already. (boy sobbing) GEORGE: You can hardly see ours anymore. And the pain stops after a while. FRED: Yeah. (sobbing) (Umbridge clears throat) As I told you once before, Mr. Potter, naughty children deserve to be punished. You know, George, I've always felt our futures lay outside the world of academic achievement. Fred, I've been thinking exactly the same thing. 1 (pendulum whooshing) (long sigh) (loud boom in distance) (loud boom in distance) (booming in distance) (students whispering indistinctly) (booming in distance) (doors creaking open) (sizzling, crackling) (popping, whistling) (whistling, crackling, popping) All right, Professor! (yelling) (raucous laughing, whooping) (popping) (popping, whistling) (kids shouting) Here you go! (whistling, popping) (gasps) (yells) (loud pop) (yells) (whimpering) Ready when you are! (laughs) (whoops) (loud popping) (Umbridge whimpers) (gasping, yelling) (explosions, whistling) (explosions stop) (screams) (students shouting, cheering) (laughing, whooping) (explosions) (shouting, whooping) (fireworks popping) (shouting, whooping continue) (slow, distorted popping and shouting) (distorted, gasping breaths) (distorted panting) VOLDEMORT (echoing): I need that prophecy. You'll have to kill me. VOLDEMORT: Oh, I will but first you will fetch it for me. (loud zapping) (grunts) Crucio! (grunting in pain) (Sirius groaning in pain) Sirius. Harry, are you sure? I saw it. It's just like with Mr. Weasley. It's the same door I've been dreaming about for months, only I couldn't remember where I'd seen it before. Sirius said Voldemort was after something, something he didn't have the last time, and it's in the Department of Mysteries. Harry, please, just listen. (panting) What if Voldemort meant for you to see this? What if he's only hurting Sirius because he's trying to get to you? What if he is? I'm supposed to just let him die? Hermione, he's the only family I've got left. (ominous theme playing) What do we do? We'll have to use the flue network. HERMIONE: But Umbridge has all the chimneys under surveillance. HARRY: Not all of them. HARRY: Alohomora. (cats mewing) (mewing continues) HARRY: Alert the order if you can. RON: Are you mental? We're going with you. It's too dangerous. When are you going to get it into your head? We're in this together. That... you... are. Caught this one trying to help the Weasley girl. Git. (cats mewing) You were going to Dumbledore, weren't you? No. Liar! SNAPE: You sent for me, Headmistress? Snape. Yes. The time has come for answers, whether he wants to give them to me or not. Have you brought the Verita serum? I'm afraid you've used up all my stores interrogating students, the last of it on Miss Chang. Unless you wish to poison him and I assure you, I would have the greatest sympathy if you did I cannot help you. H-He's got Padfoot. He... he's got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden. Padfoot? What is Padfoot? Where what is hidden? What is he talking about, Snape? No idea. Very well. You give me no choice, Potter. As this is an issue of Ministry security, you leave me with... no alternative. The Cruciatus Curse ought to loosen your tongue. That's illegal. What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him. (cats crying and mewing) (crying, mewing grow louder) Tell her, Harry! Tell me what? Well, if you won't tell her where it is... I will. Where what is? Dumbledore's secret weapon. How much further? Not far. It had to be somewhere students wouldn't find it accidentally. (insects buzzing) Ooh! (whispers): What are you doing? (whispers): Improvising. (creatures squawk in distance) Well? Where is this weapon? There isn't one, is there? You were trying to trick me. You know... I really hate children. (rustling, hoof beats in distance) You have no business here, centaur. This is a Ministry matter. (low huff) Lower your weapons, I warn you. Under the law, as creatures of near-human intelligence.... How dare you! You filthy half-breed! Incarcerous! (choking) (neighing loudly) (centaur grunting, gasping) (neighing groan) (centaur snorting, grunting) Please... please, stop it! Please! Now, enough! I will have order! (screams) (whimpering, gasping) Hyah! Yah! (grunts) You filthy animal! Do you know who I am?! Leave him alone! It's not his fault. No! He doesn't understand! (Umbridge gasps) (centaurs shouting) (yells) Potter, do something! Tell them I mean no harm! I'm sorry, Professor. I must not tell lies. What are you doing?! I am Senior Undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge! Let me go...! (quiet snap) (low grumble) Thank you, Grawp. Hermione... Hermione, Sirius. (urgent theme playing) How'd you get away? Puking Pastilles. It wasn't pretty. Told them I was hungry, wanted some sweets. 'Course, they told me to bugger off and ate the lot themselves. That was clever, Ron. It's been known to happen. It was brilliant! So, how are we getting to London? Look, it's not that I don't appreciate everything you've done, all of you, but... I've got you into enough trouble as it is. Dumbledore's Army is supposed to be about doing something real. Or was all that just words to you? Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourself, mate. So, how are we going to get to London? We fly, of course. 1 (noble theme playing) (screeches) (thunder crashes) (Thestral screeches) (thunder crashes) (thunder crashes) (bell dings) WOMAN'S VOICE (over speaker): Department of Mysteries. This is it. (ominous theme plays) (eerie tones play) (low rumbling) (eerie tones playing) HARRY: 92, 93... (panting) ...94... ...95. (echoes): It should be here. RON: Harry. It's got your name on it. (exhales) (faint tinkling) TRELAWNEY: The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal, but he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not. For neither can live while the other survives. (low, eerie whooshing) HERMIONE: Harry! HARRY: Where's Sirius? You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams... ...and reality. You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now, hand me the prophecy. You do anything to us, I'll break it. (woman laughs) He knows how to play... itty-bitty... baby... Potter. Bellatrix Lestrange. Neville Longbottom, is it? How's Mom and Dad? Better now they're about to be avenged. Now, let's everybody just calm down. Shall we? All we want is that prophecy. Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this? BELLATRIX: You dare speak his name? You filthy half-blood! It's all right, he's just a curious lad, aren't you? Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky for you, really. Haven't you always wondered what was the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord? Hm? Why he was unable to kill you when you were just an infant? Don't you want to know the secret of your scar? All the answers are there, Potter, in your hand. All you have to do is give it to me, and I can show you everything. (footsteps slowly approaching) HARRY: I've waited 14 years. I know. I guess I can wait a little longer. Now! Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy! (gasps) (gasping) Levicorpus! (intense, dramatic theme playing) NEVILLE: Petrificus Totalus! Well done, Neville. (gasps) Stupefy. Stupefy! (trembling): Stupefy! (gasps) Stupefy! (Hermione squeals) Protecto! (soft gasp) (glass tinkling) Get back to the door! (suspenseful theme plays) (gasping) (thud echoing) (whooshing) (grunting) (grunting, panting) (faint tinkling) (groans softly) Department of Mysteries. They had that bit right, didn't they? (eerie whispering voices) HARRY: The voices. Can you tell what they're saying? There aren't any voices, Harry. Let's get out of here. I hear them, too. (whispering voices continue) HERMIONE: Harry... it's just an empty archway. (whispering voices grow louder) Please, Harry. Get behind me! (whispering voices grow louder) (whooshing, whipping) (gasping) (gasping, crying) (Lucius chuckling) Did you actually believe, or were you truly... naive enough to think... that children stood a chance... against us? I'll make this... simple for you, Potter. Give me the prophecy now... or watch your friends die. (crying quietly) Don't give it to him, Harry! Shh! (ominous theme plays) (inhales) (thunder rumbles in distance) SIRIUS: Get away from my godson. (whooshing) (glass shatters) (grunting) Now, listen to me I want you to take the others and get out of here. What? No, I'm staying with you. You've done beautifully. Now, let me take it from here. LUCIUS: Black! (zapping) (Bellatrix cackling) (Bellatrix cackling) (shouts) HARRY: Expelliarmus! SIRIUS: Nice one, James! (zapping, snapping) (zapping) (loud grunt) (wand clatters to ground) (grunts) (yells) BELLATRIX: Avada Kedavra! (gasps weakly) (low, eerie whooshing) (exhales weakly) (sombre theme playing) (no audio) (echoed sobbing) (no audio) (chuckling) BELLATRIX: # I killed Sirius Black! # (Bellatrix cackling) He's coming to get me! Crucio! (Bellatrix yells) (gasping) (panting) (whimpering) VOLDEMORT (distorted): You've got to mean it, Harry. She killed him. She deserves it. VOLDEMORT: You know the spell, Harry. (deep, echoing hiss) (laughing) Do it! (angry grunt) (wand clatters to ground) VOLDEMORT: So... weak. It was foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom. The Aurors are on their way. By which time I shall be gone, and you... shall be dead. (whooshing) (flames crackling) (grunts) (zapping, popping) (zapping, popping continue) (Voldemort grunting) (Harry grunting, gasping) (fierce hiss) (laughing) (roaring, crackling) (grunts) (grunting) (grunts) (yells) (deep, loud whooshing) (whooshing stops) (fierce yell) (grunts) (echoed tinkling) (gasping, grunting) (groans) (exhales) (deep whooshing) (slow, ominous theme plays) (gasps) (Harry grunts) (grunting) (panting) VOLDEMORT'S VOICE: You've lost, old man. (Harry yells) (echoed scream) (grunting) (grunts, pants) (strained grunt) (panting) Harry. (grunts in pain) So weak. VOLDEMORT: So vulnerable. (short grunts) Look at me. (grunts, pants) Harry, it isn't how you are alike, it's how you're not. (yells in pain) Harry. (panting weakly) (melancholy theme plays) (grunts) You're the weak one, and you'll never know love... or friendship. And I feel sorry for you. (eerie screaming) (gasps) (grunts) You're a fool, Harry Potter, and you will lose... ...everything. (deep whoosh) (whooshing) He's back. 1 (slow, noble theme plays) (fabric rustling) (latches clicking) I know how you feel, Harry. No, you don't. It's my fault. No, the fault is mine. I knew it was only a matter of time before Voldemort made the connection between you. I thought by distancing myself from you, as I have done all year, he'd be less tempted, and, therefore, you might be more protected. The prophecy said... "Neither one can live while the other one survives." It means one of us is gonna have to kill the other, in the end. Yes. Why didn't you tell me? For the same reason you tried to save Sirius. The same reason your friends saved you. After all these years, after all you have suffered, I didn't want to cause you any more pain. I care too much about you. (quiet, sombre theme plays) (students conversing indistinctly) How come you're not at the feast? Lost all my possessions. Apparently, people have been hiding them. That's awful. Oh, it's all good fun. But as it's the last night, I really do need them back. Do you want any help finding them? I'm sorry about your godfather, Harry. Are you sure you don't want any help looking? That's all right. Anyway, my mum always said the things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end. If not always in the way we expect. Think I'll just go have some pudding. (train whistle blowing) (slow, gentle theme plays) I've been thinking about something Dumbledore said to me. What's that? That even though we've got a fight ahead of us, we've got one thing that Voldemort doesn't have. Yeah? Something worth fighting for. (train whistle blowing) (noble theme playing)