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WOMAN: I killed Sirius Black!

[WOMAN CACKLES]

MAN: He's back.

[MAN YELLS]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[CHATTERING]

[METAI SQUEAKING]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

MAN [ON RADIO]: The pollce are continuing with the investigation. ..

. ..into the cause of the Millennium Bridge disaster.

Traffic has been halted as pollce search for survivors.

The surrounding area remains closed.

The mayor has urged Londoners to remain calm.. . .

"Harry Potter."

Who's Harry Potter?

Oh' no one.

Bit of a tosser, really.

Funny' that paper of yours.

Couple nights ago' I could've sworn I saw a picture move.

-Really? -Thought I was going around the twist.

-Hey' I was wondering-- -Eleven. That's when I get off.

You can tell me all about that tosser Harry Potter.

DUMBLEDORE: You've been reckless this summer, Harry.

HARRY: I llke riding around on trains.

Takes my mind off things.

Rather unpleasant to behold' isn't it?

The tale is thrilllng, if I say so myself.

But now is not the time to tell it.

Take my arm.

Do as I say.

I just Apparated, didn't l?

Indeed. Quite successfully too, I might add.

Most people vomit the first time.

I can't imagine why.

DUMBLEDORE: Welcome to the charming village of Budleigh Babberton.

Harry' I assume' right about now, you must be wondering why I brought you here.

Am I right?

Actually' sir' after all these years' I just sort of go with it.

Wands out, Harry.

[WHlSPERING] Horace?

Horace?

Merlln's beard!

No need to disfigure me, Albus.

[IN NORMAI TONE] Well' I mυst say you make a very convincing armchair' Horace.

It's all in the upholstery. I come by the stuffing naturally. What gave me away?

Dragon's blood.

-Oh. DUMBLEDORE: Oh' yes' introductions.

Harry' I'd llke you to meet an old friend and colleague of mine. . .

. ..Horace Slughorn.

Horace. . .

. ..well, you know who this is.

SLUGHORN: Harry Potter.

[CHUCKLES]

DUMBLEDORE: What's with all the theatrics, Horace?

You weren't' by any chance, waiting for someone else?

Someone else? I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

All right' the Death Eaters have been trying to recrυit me for over a year.

Do you know what that's llke?

You can only say no so many times, so I never stay anywhere more than a week.

Muggles who own this are in the Canary lslands.

Well' I think we should put it back in order for them, don't you? Mind.

[SQUEAKING]

That was fun.

-Do you mind if I use the loo? -No, of course .

Don't think I don't know why you're here, Albus.

The answer's still no. Absolutely and υnequivocally, no.

You're very llke your father.

-Except for the eyes. You have your-- -My mother's eyes. Yeah.

llly. Lovely llly. She was exceedingly bright' your mother.

Even more impressive when one considers she was Muggle-born.

One of my best friends is Muggle-born. Best in our year.

Please don't think I'm prejudiced. No, no.

Your mother was one of my absolυte favorites. Look, there she is.

Right at the front.

All mine. Each and every one.

Ex-students, I mean.

You recognize Barnabas Cuffe, editor of The Daily Prophet.

Always takes my owI' should I wish to register an opinion on the news of the day.

Gwenog Jones' captain of the Holyhead Harpies.

Free tickets whenever I want them.

Of coυrse, I haven't been to a match in some time.

Ah, yes.

Regulus Black.

You no doubt know of his older brother Sirius. Died a few weeks ago.

I taught the whole Black family, except Sirius.

It's a shame. Talented boy.

I got Regυlus when he came along, of course, but I'd have llked the set.

DUMBLEDORE: Horace?

Do you mind if I take this?

-I do love knitting patterns. -Yes, of course. But you're not leaving?

I think I know a lost caυse when I see one. Regrettable.

I would have considered it a personaI triumph...

. ..had you consented to return to Hogwarts. Oh, well.

You're llke my friend Mr. Potter here' one of a kind.

Well' bye-bye, Horace.

Bye.

All right. I'll do it.

But I want Professor Merrythought's old office, not the water closet I had before.

And I expect a raise. These are mad times we llve in. Mad!

They are indeed.

[DUMBLEDORE HUMMING]

HARRY: Sir' exactly what was all that about?

You are talented' famous and powerful. Everything Horace values.

Professor Slughorn is gonna try to collect you, Harry.

You would be his crowning jewel.

That's why he's returning to Hogwarts. And it's cruciaI he should return.

I fear I may have stolen a wondrous night from you' Harry.

She was' trυthfυlly, very pretty' the girl.

It's all right' sir. I'll go back tomorrow' make some excuse.

Oh' you'll not be returning to llttle Whinging tonight' Harry.

But' sir' what aboυt Hedwig? And my trunk?

Both are waiting for you.

[WATER SPLASHES]

[HARRY GRUNTS]

[HEDWlG CHlRPS]

Hedwig.

Mum?

Ginny, what is it?

I was only wondering when Harry got here.

-What? Harry? Harry who? -Harry Potter, of course.

I think I'd know if Harry Potter was in my house, wouldn't l?

-His trunk's in the kitchen, and his owl. -No, dear, I seriously doubt that.

[HEDWIG CHIRPING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Harry? Did someone say "Harry"?

GlNNY: Me, nosy. Is he up there with you?

Of coυrse not. I'd know if my best friend was in my room, wouldn't l?

HERMlONE: ls that an owl? GlNNY: You haven't seen him' have you?

He's wandering about the house.

HERMlONE: Really? RON: Really.

MOLLY: Harry!

HERMlONE: Harry!

Hello.

What a lovely surprise.

[MOLLY LAUGHING]

Why didn't you let υs know you were coming?

-I didn't know. Dumbledore. -Oh' that man.

But then, what would we do without him?

Got a bit of toothpaste.

So when did you get here?

A few days ago.

Though for a while' I wasn't sure I was coming.

Mum sort of lost it last week.

Said Ginny and I had no business going back to Hogwarts.

That it's too dangerous.

-Oh' come on. -She's not alone.

Even my parents' and they're Muggles, know something bad's happening.

Anyway, Dad stepped in, told her she was being barmy...

. ..and it took a few days' but she came around.

But this is Hogwarts we're talking about. It's Dumbledore. What could be safer?

There's been a lot of talk recently that. . .

. ..Dumbledore's got a bit old.

Rυbbish! Well, he's only. . . .

What is he?

Hυndred and fifty? Give or take a few years.

[All LAUGHING]

BELLATRlX: Cissy! You can't do this! He can't be trusted!

NARClSSA: The Dark Lord trusts him.

BELLATRlX: The Dark Lord's mistaken. -Pfft.

[CHlLDREN CHATTERING]

[KNOCKING]

SNAPE: Rυn along' Wormtail.

I know I ought not to be here.

The Dark Lord himself forbade me to speak of this.

lf the Dark Lord has forbidden it, you ought not to speak.

Put it down, Bella. We mυstn't touch what isn't ours.

As it so happens, I'm aware of your situation' Narcissa.

BELLATRlX: You?

The Dark Lord told you?

Your sister doubts me.

Understandable. Over the years I've played my part well.

So well, I've deceived one of the greatest wizards of all time.

[BELLATRlX SNORTS]

Dυmbledore is a great wizard. Only a fooI would question it.

I don't doubt you' Severus.

You should be honored, Cissy. As should Draco.

He's just a boy.

I can't change the Dark Lord's mind.

But it might be possible for me to help Draco.

NARClSSA: Severus. -Swear to it.

Make the Unbreakable Vow.

It's just empty words.

He'll give it his best effort.

But when it matters most. . .

. ..he'll just sllther back into his hole.

Coward.

Take out your wand.

Will you. . .

. ..Severυs Snape.. .

. ..watch over Draco Malfoy...

. ..as he attempts to fulfill the Dark Lord's wishes?

I will.

And will you' to the best of your abillty. . .

. ..protect him from harm?

I will.

BELLATRlX: And if Draco should fail. . .

. ..will you yourself carry oυt the deed. . .

. ..the Dark Lord has ordered Draco to perform?

I will.

Step up! Step up! We've got Fainting Fancies!

Nosebleed Nougats!

-And just in time for school. ... -Puking Pastilles!

-lnto the cauldron, handsome. -lnto the cauldron, handsome.

FEMALE VOlCE: I will haνe order!

I really hate children. I will have order!

-Peruvian lnstant Darkness Powder. -A reaI money spinner' that.

Handy if yoυ need to make a quick getaway.

GEORGE: Hello, ladies. FRED: Hello' ladies.

-Love potions, eh? -Yeah, they really do work.

Then again' the way we hear it, sis' you're doing just fine on your own.

Meaning?

GEORGE: Are you not currently dating Dean Thomas?

It's none of your business.

RON: How much for this?

-Five Galleons. -Five Galleons.

-How much for me? -Five Galleons.

I'm yoυr brother.

-Ten Galleons. -Ten Galleons.

RON: Come on, let's go.

Hi, Ron.

Hi.

HERMlONE: How are Fred and George doing it? Half the Alley's closed down.

RON: Fred reckons people need a laugh these days.

HARRY: I reckon he's right.

HERMlONE: Oh' no.

Everyone got their wands from Olllvander's.

Harry?

ls it me, or do Draco and Mummy look llke two people who don't want to be followed?

[SPEAKING lNDlSTlNCTLY]

[DOG BARKING]

[BELL RINGING]

LUNA: Quibbler.

Quibbler.

He's lovely. They've been known to sing on Boxing Day, you know.

-Quibbler? -Oh' please.

-What's a Wrackspurt? -They're invisible creatυres.

They float in your ears and make your brain go fuzzy.

Quibbler.

RON: So' what was Draco doing with that weird-looking cabinet?

And who were all those people?

Don't you see? It was a ceremony' an initiation.

Stop it' Harry. I know where you're going.

It's happened. He's one of them.

One of what?

Harry is under the impression Draco Malfoy is now a Death Eater.

You're barking.

What would You-Know-Who want with Malfoy?

Well' then what's he doing in Borgin and Bυrkes? Browsing for furniture?

It's a creepy shop. He's a creepy bloke.

Look, his father is a Death Eater. It only makes sense.

Hermione saw it with her own eyes.

I told you' I don't know what I saw.

I need some air.

MAN: Don't worry. When we get to Hogwarts' we'll sort it out.

[CHATTERING]

DRACO: What was that? Blaise? BLAlSE: Don't know.

PANSY: Relax' boys. It's probably just a first-year messing around.

Come on, Draco. Sit down. We'll be at Hogwarts soon.

Hogwarts. What a pathetic excuse for a school.

I'd pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower. . .

. ..if I had to continue for another two years.

What's that supposed to mean?

Let's just say I don't think yoυ'll see me wasting my time in Charms class next year.

[BLAlSE LAUGHS]

Amused' Blaise?

We'll see just who's laughing in the end.

You two go on. I wanna check something.

Where's Harry?

He's probably already on the platform. Come on.

DRACO: Didn't Mummy ever tell you it was rude to eavesdrop, Potter?

Petrificus Totalus.

Oh' yeah. . .

. ..she was dead before you could wipe the drooI off yoυr chin.

That's for my father. Enjoy your ride back to London.

Finite .

-Hello' Harry. -Luna!

-How'd you know where I was? -Wrackspurts. Yoυr head's full of them.

HARRY: Sorry I made yoυ miss the carriages' by the way' Luna.

LUNA: That's all right. It was llke being with a friend.

Oh' I am your friend' Luna.

That's nice.

About time. I've been looking all over for you two.

Right. Names?

Professor Flltwick, you've known me for five years.

No exceptions, Potter.

Who are those people?

Aurors. For security.

What's this cane here' then?

DRACO: It's not a cane' you cretin. It's a walking stick.

FlLCH: And what exactly would you be wanting with a. . .?

Could be constrυed as an offensive weapon.

It's all right' Mr. Filch. I can vouch for Mr. Malfoy.

DRACO: Nice face , Potter.

Would you llke me to fix it for you?

Personally, I think you look a bit more devil-may-care this way. . .

. ..but it's up to you.

Well' have you ever fixed a nose before?

No, bυt I've done severaI toes' and how different are they' really?

Um. . . . Okay, yeah. Give it a go.

-Episkey. -Ah!

[HARRY GROANING]

-How do I look? -Exceptionally ordinary.

Brilllant.

[CHATTERING]

RON: Don't worry. He'll be here in a minute.

Will you stop eating?

Your best friend is missing!

Oi. Turn around' you lunatic.

GlNNY: He's covered in blood again.

-Why is it he's always covered in blood? -Looks llke it's his own this time.

Where have you been?

-What happened to your face? -Later.

What've I missed?

Sorting Hat urged us all to be brave and strong in these troubled times.

Easy for it to say' huh? It's a hat, isn't it?

DUMBLEDORE: Very best of evenings to you all.

HARRY: Thanks.

First off, let me introduce the newest member of our staff.. .

. ..Horace Slughorn.

[STUDENTS APPLAUDING]

Professor Slughorn' I'm happy to say...

. ..has agreed to resυme his old post as Potions Master.

Meanwhile' the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts. . .

. ..will be taken by Professor Snape.

STUDENTS: Snape?

[STUDENTS CLAPPING]

DUMBLEDORE: Now' as you know. . .

. ..each and every one of you was searched upon your arrivaI here tonight.

And you have the right to know why.

Once there was a yoυng man' who' llke you. . .

. ..sat in this very hall. . .

. ..walked this castle's corridors, slept under its roof.

He seemed to all the world a student llke any other.

His name?

Tom Riddle.

[MURMURING]

Today' of course. . .

. ..he's known all over the world by another name.

Which is why' as I stand looking out upon you all tonight.. .

. ..I'm reminded of a sobering fact.

Every day' every hour. . .

. ..this very minute, perhaps. . .

. ..dark forces attempt to penetrate this castle's walls.

But in the end' their greatest weapon is you.

Just something to think about.

Now' off to bed. Pip-pip.

RON: That was cheerful.

History of Magic is upstairs, ladies, not down.

Mr. Davies! Mr. Davies! That is the girls' lavatory.

Potter.

Oh' this can't be good.

Enjoying ourselves' are we?

-I had a free period this morning, professor. -So I noticed.

I would think you would want to fill it with Potions.

Or is it no longer your ambition to become an Auror?

It was, but I was told I had to get an "Oυtstanding" in my O .W.L.

So yoυ did' when Professor Snape was teaching Potions.

However, Professor Slughorn is perfectly happy to accept N.E.W.T.s students. . .

. ..with "Exceeds Expectations."

Brilllant. Um. ...

-Well' I'll head there straightaway. -Oh' good' good.

Potter' take Weasley with you. He looks far too happy over there.

RON: I don't wanna take Potions.

There's Quidditch trials coming up. I need to practice.

SLUGHORN: Attention to detaiI in the preparation is the prerequisite of all planning.

Ah.

Harry' my boy, I was beginning to worry. We've brought someone with υs, I see.

Ron Weasley, sir.

But I'm dead awfuI at Potions' a menace, actually.

-I'm gonna... . SLUGHORN: Nonsense, we'll sort you oυt.

Any friend of Harry's is a friend of mine. Get your books oυt.

HARRY: I haven't actually got my book yet' and nor has Ron.

Get what you want from the cupboard.

Now' as I was saying, I prepared some concoctions this morning.

Any ideas what these might be?

-Yes, Miss. . .? -Granger' sir.

That one there is Veritaserum. It's a truth-telllng serum.

And that would be Polyjuice Potion.

It's terribly tricky to make.

And this is Amortentia. . .

. ..the most powerful love potion in the world.

It's rumored to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them.

For example' I smell. . .

. ..freshly mown grass' and new parchment, and. . .

. ..spearmint toothpaste.

SLUGHORN: Now, Amortentia doesn't create actuaI love. That would be impossible.

But it does cause a powerfuI infatuation or obsession.

And for that reason' it is probably the most dangerous potion in this room.

Sir? You haven't told us what's in that one.

Oh' yes.

What you see before you, ladies and gentlemen.. .

. ..is a curious llttle potion known as Fellx Fellcis.

But it is more commonly referred to as--

-llquid luck. -Yes, Miss Granger. llquid luck.

Desperately tricky to make' disastrous should you get it wrong.

One sip and you will find that all of your endeavors succeed.

At least untiI the effects wear off.

So this is what I offer each of you today.

One tiny viaI of llquid luck to the student who' in the hour that remains. . .

. ..manages to brew an acceptable Draught of llving Death. . .

. ..the recipes for which can be found on page 1 0 of your books.

I should point oυt, however, only once did a student manage to brew a potion. . .

. ..of sufficient qυallty to claim this prize.

Nevertheless' good luck to you all.

Let the brewing commence.

How did you do that?

You crush it. Don't cut it.

No. The instructions specifically say to cut.

No, really.

Merlln's beard! It is perfect.

So perfect I daresay one drop would kill us all.

So here we are , then' as promised.

One viaI of Fellx Fellcis.

Congratulations.

Use it well.

[KNOCKING]

DUMBLEDORE: Harry' you got my message. Come in.

How are you?

I'm fine, sir.

Enjoying yoυr classes?

I know Professor Slughorn is most impressed with you.

I think he overestimates my abillties, sir.

Do you?

Definitely.

[DUMBLEDORE CHUCKLES]

What about your activities outside the classroom?

-Sir? -Well' I notice you spend. . .

. ..a great deaI of time with Miss Granger.

I can't help wondering. . . .

Oh' no' no. I mean, she's brilllant, and we're friends, but' no.

Forgive me. I was merely being curious.

But enough chitchat.

You mυst be wondering why I summoned you here tonight.

The answer lles here.

What you are looking at are memories.

ln this case, pertaining to one individuaI' Voldemort. . .

. ..or' as he was known then' Tom Riddle.

This viaI contains the most particular memory. . .

. ..of the day I first met him.

I'd llke you to see it, if you would.

WOMAN: I admit some confusion upon receiving your letter, Mr. Dumbledore.

ln all the years Tom's been here' he's never once had a family visitor.

There have been incidents with the other children. Nasty things.

Tom' you have a visitor.

How do you do, Tom?

Don't.

-You're the doctor, aren't you? -No.

I am a professor.

I don't belleve you.

She wants me looked at.

They think I'm different.

Well' perhaps they're right.

I'm not mad.

Hogwarts is not a place for mad people .

Hogwarts is a school.

A schooI of magic.

You can do things, can't you, Tom?

Things other children can't.

I can make things move without touching them.

I can make animals do what I want without training them.

I can make bad things happen to people who are mean to me.

I can make them hurt. . .

. ..if I want.

Who are you?

Well' I'm llke you, Tom.

I'm different.

Prove it.

I think there's something in your wardrobe trying to get out' Tom.

Thievery is not tolerated at Hogwarts, Tom.

At Hogwarts, you'll be taυght not only how to use magic' but how to controI it.

You understand me?

I can speak to snakes too.

They find me.

Whisper things.

ls that normaI for someone llke me?

Did you know' sir? Then?

Did I know I'd just met the most dangerous dark wizard of all time? No.

lf I had, I . ...

Over time , while here at Hogwarts.. .

. ..Tom Riddle grew close to one particular teacher.

Can you gυess who that teacher might be?

You didn't bring Professor Slughorn back simply to teach Potions' did you?

No, I did not.

You see' Professor Slughorn possesses something I desire very dearly.

And he will not give it up easily.

You said Professor Slughorn would try to collect me.

I did.

Do you want me to let him?

Yes.

[RECORD SKlPPING]

[CHATTERING]

HARRY: All right. Um. . . .

This morning' I'm gonna be putting you all through a few drills. . .

. ..just to assess your strengths.

Quiet! Please!

Shut it!

[CHATTERING STOPS]

Thanks. All right. Um. . . .

Just because you made the team last year.. .

. ..does not guarantee you a spot this year. ls that clear?

Good.

[FLY BUZZING]

No hard feellngs' Weasley' all right?

Hard feellngs?

Yeah, I'll be going out for Keeper as well. It's nothing personal.

Really? Strapping guy llke you?

You've got more of a Beater's build' don't you think?

Keepers need to be quick, agile.

[BUZZING STOPS]

Oh' I llke my chances.

Say, think you could introduce me to your friend Granger?

Wouldn't mind getting on a first-name basis' know what I mean?

MAN 1 : Come on, Weasley!

WOMAN: Come on' Ron! MAN 2: Go on, Weasley!

MAN 3: Go on, Weasley! MAN 4: Yeah, Ron!

MAN 5: Go on' Cormac!

[GRUNTING]

WOMAN: Come on, Ron!

MAN 6: Come on, Ron.

Come on, Ron.

Confundus.

lsn't he brilllant?

I have to admit' I thought I was gonna miss that last one.

I hope Cormac's not taking it too hard.

He's got a bit of a thing for you, Hermione. Cormac.

He's vile.

HARRY: Have you ever heard of this spell? Sectumsempra?

No, I haven't.

And if you had a shred of self-respect, you'd hand that book in.

Not bloody llkely. He's top of the class.

He's even better than you' Hermione. Slughorn thinks he's a geniυs.

What?

I'd llke to know whose that book was. Let's have a look.

No.

HERMlONE: Why not?

The binding is fragile.

HERMlONE: The binding is fragile? -Yeah.

-Who's the Half-Blood Prince? -Who?

That's what it says right here: "This book is property of the Half-Blood Prince."

HERMIONE: For weeks you carry around this book, practically sleep with it. . .

. . .yet you have no desire to find out who he is?

HARRY: I didn't say I wasn't curioυs, and I don't sleep with it.

RON: Well' it's trυe.

I llke a nice chat before I go to bed. Now all you do is read that bloody book.

It's just llke being with Hermione.

HERMlONE: Well' I was curious, so I went to--

-The llbrary. -The llbrary. And?

And nothing.

I couldn't find a reference anywhere to a Half-Blood Prince.

-There we go. That settles it, then. SLUGHORN: Fillus!

I was hoping to find you in the Three Broomsticks!

No, emergency choir practice' I'm afraid, Horace.

Does anyone fancy a Butterbeer?

A chum of mine was sledging down Claxby Hill.

We had a very long' homemade' Norwegian-style sledge. . . .

HARRY: No, not there. Over here.

No, sit beside me.

Okay.

MAN: Something to drink?

HERMlONE: Three Butterbeers, and some ginger in mine, please.

[SLUGHORN SPEAKING lNDlSTlNCTLY]

Oh' bloody hell.

Sllck git.

Honestly, Ronald, they're only holding hands.

And snogging.

-I'd llke to leave. -What?

You can't be serious.

-That happens to be my sister. -So?

What if she looked over here and saw yoυ snogging me? You expect her to leave?

SLUGHORN: Hey' my boy! HARRY: Hello' sir. WonderfuI to see you.

And you' and you.

So, what brings yoυ here?

The Three Broomsticks and I go way back, further than I care to admit.

I can remember when it was One Broomstick.

All hands on deck, Granger. llsten' my boy' in the old days...

. ..I υsed to throw together the occasionaI supper party. . .

. ..for the select student or two.

-Would you be game? -I'd consider it an honor' sir.

You would be welcome too, Granger.

-I'd be dellghted' sir. -Splendid. Look for my owl.

Good to see you' Wallenby.

What are you playing at?

Dυmbledore's asked me to get to know him.

-Get to know him? -I don't know.

It must be important. lf it wasn't' Dumbledore wouldn't ask.

Got a llttle bit. . . .

LEANNE: Katie, you don't know what it could be.

RON [WHlSPERING]: Harry. HARRY: What?

RON: Did you hear what she was saying back at the pυb about me and her snogging?

HARRY: As if.

[LEANNE SCREAMS]

I warned her. I warned her not to touch it.

Don't get any closer. Get back' all of you.

Do not toυch that, except by the wrappings. Do you understand?

You're sure Katie did not have this in her possession. . .

. ..when she entered the Three Broomsticks?

It's llke I said.

She left to go to the loo' and when she came back she had the package.

She said it was important that she dellver it.

-Did she say to whom? -To Professor Dumbledore.

Very well. Thank you, Leanne. You may go.

Why is it when something happens it is always you three?

Belleve me' professor, I've been asking myself the same question for six years.

McGONAGALL: Oh' Severus.

What do you think?

I think Miss Bell is lucky to be allve.

She was cursed' wasn't she?

I know Katie. Off the pitch' she wouldn't hurt a fly.

lf she was dellvering that to Dumbledore, she wasn't doing it knowingly.

Yes, she was cυrsed.

It was Malfoy.

That is a very serious accusation' Potter.

lndeed.

-Your evidence? -I jυst know.

You just. . .

. ..know.

You astonish with your gifts' Potter.

Gifts mere mortals can only dream of possessing.

How grand it mυst be to be the Chosen One.

I suggest you go back to yoυr dormitories. All of you.

RON: What do you suppose Dean sees in her? Ginny?

Well' what does she see in him?

Dean? He's brilllant.

You called him a sllck git not five hours ago.

Yeah, well' he was running his hands all over my sister' wasn't he?

Something snaps' and you've gotta hate him' yoυ know? On principle.

I suppose.

-So, what is it he sees in her? -I don't know.

She's smart, funny.

-Attractive. -Attractive?

-You know' she's got nice skin. -Skin?

Dean dates my sister because of her skin?

Well' no' I mean, I'm just saying it could be a contributing factor.

Hermione's got nice skin.

Wouldn't you say? As skin goes' I mean.

I've never really thought about it.

But' I sυppose' yeah.

Very nice.

-I think I'll be going to sleep now. -Right. Yeah.

So tell me' Cormac, do you see anything of your Uncle Tiberiυs these days?

CORMAC: Yes' sir. ln fact, I'm meant to go hunting with him. ..

. ..and the Minister for Magic over the holldays.

Well' be sυre to give them both my best.

What about your υncle , Belby?

For those who don't know, Marcus' uncle invented the Wolfsbane Potion.

-ls he working on anything new? -Don't know.

Him and Dad don't get on. Probably because me dad says potions are rubbish.

Says the only potion worth having is a stiff one at the end of the day.

What about you' Miss Granger? What does your family do in the Muggle world?

My parents are dentists.

They tend to people's teeth.

Fascinating. And is that considered a dangerous profession?

HERMlONE: No.

Although' one boy' Robbie Fenwick, did bite my father once.

He needed 1 0 stitches.

[DOOR OPENS]

Ah. Miss Weasley. Come in, come in.

[WHlSPERS] Look at her eyes. They've been fighting again, her and Dean.

Sorry. I'm not usually late.

No matter. You're jυst in time for dessert, that is' if Belby's left you any.

[LAUGHS]

HARRY: What?

Nothing.

SLUGHORN: Goodbye. Bye-bye.

-Potter. -I'm sorry, sir.

I was jυst admiring your hoυrglass.

SLUGHORN: Oh' yes.

A most intriguing object.

The sand runs in accordance with the quallty of the conversation.

lf it is stimulating' the sand runs slowly.

-lf it is not... . -I think I'll be going.

Nonsense. You have nothing to fear, dear boy.

As to some of your classmates. . .

. ..well, let's just say they're unllkely to make the shelf.

The shelf, sir?

Anyone who aspires to be anyone hopes to end up here.

But then again, you already are someone, aren't you' Harry?

Did Voldemort ever make the shelf' sir?

You knew him' didn't you' sir, Tom Riddle? You were his teacher.

Mr. Riddle had a number of teachers whilst here at Hogwarts.

What was he llke?

I'm sorry, sir. Forgive me.

He killed my parents.

Of coυrse.

It's only natυral you should want to know more.

But I'm afraid I must disappoint you, Harry.

When I first met Mr. Riddle , he was a quiet. ..

. ..albeit brilllant, boy committed to becoming a first-rate wizard.

Not unllke others I've known.

Not unllke yourself' in fact.

lf the monster existed. . .

. ..it was buried deep within.

Good luck, eh, Ron.

MAN 1 : Nice hat! MAN 2: Ron' yoυ're a loser.

I'm coυnting on you' Ron. I have two Galleons on Gryffindor' yeah?

WOMAN: Looking good' Ron. MAN 3: Loser!

What's he wearing?

RON: So how was it' then?

-How was what? -Your dinner party?

HERMlONE: Pretty boring, actυally.

Though I think Harry enjoyed dessert.

Slughorn's having a Christmas do, you know.

And we're meant to bring someone.

I expect you'll be bringing McLaggen. He's in the Slug Club' isn't he?

-Actυally' I was going to ask you. RON: Really?

Good luck today' Ron.

I know you'll be brilllant.

I'm resigning. After today's match, McLaggen can have my spot.

HARRY: Have it your way.

-Juice? -Sure.

Hello' everyone.

You look dreadfuI' Ron.

ls that why you put something in his cup?

ls it a tonic?

HERMlONE: llquid luck.

Don't drink it' Ron.

-You could be expelled for that. -I don't know what you're talking about.

Come on, Harry. We've got a game to win.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Yes!

MAN: Go on' Ron! Do it!

[CROWD CHEERING]

CROWD [CHANTING]: Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!

Yes!

Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!

Whoo!

Yes. Whoo!

Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!

You really shouldn't have done it.

I know. I sυppose I could've jυst used a Confundus Charm.

That was different. That was tryouts. This was an actuaI game.

You didn't put it in.

Ron only thoυght you did.

[CROWD CHEERING]

[HERMlONE SNlFFllNG]

[BlRDS CHlRPING]

Charms spell. I'm just practicing.

Well' they're really good.

How does it feel, Harry?

When you see Dean with Ginny?

I know.

I see the way you look at her.

You're my best friend.

[LAVENDER LAUGHING]

Oops.

I think this room's taken.

What's with the birds?

Oppugno.

It feels llke this.

Look, I can't help it if she's got her knickers in a twist.

What Lav and I have' well' let's just say' there's no stopping it.

It's chemical.

Will it last? Who knows? Point is' I'm a free agent.

HERMlONE: He's at perfect llberty to kiss whoever he llkes. I really couldn't care less.

Was I under the impression he and I would be attending Slughorn's Christmas party?

Yes.

Now' given the circumstances, I've had to make other arrangements.

Have you?

Yes. Why?

I just thought' seeing as neither of υs can go with who we'd really llke to. . .

. ..we should go together, as friends.

Why didn't I think of that?

Who are you going with?

Um' it's a surprise.

Anyway, it's you we've got to worry about. You can't just take anyone.

See that girI over there?

That's Romilda Vane. Apparently she's trying to smuggle you a love potion.

Really?

Hey! She's only interested in yoυ because she thinks you're the Chosen One.

But I am the Chosen One.

Okay' sorry. Um' kidding.

I'll ask someone I llke.

Someone cool.

LUNA: I've never been to this part of the castle.

At least not while awake. I sleepwalk, you see.

That's why I wear shoes to bed.

Harmonia Nectere Passus.

Drink?

Neville.

I didn't get into the Slug Club.

It's okay, though. He's got Belby handing out towels in the loo.

-Oh' well' I'm fine' mate. Thanks. -Okay.

Hermione. What are yoυ doing? And what happened to you?

I've just escaped. I mean, left Cormac under the mistletoe.

Cormac? That's who you invited?

I thought it would annoy Ron the most.

SLUGHORN: Thank you. I'll catch up with you later.

He's got more tentacles than a Snarfalump plant.

-Dragon tartare? -No, I'm fine. Thank you.

Just as well. They give one horribly bad breath.

On second thoughts. . ..

Might keep Cormac at bay.

Oh' God' here he comes.

I think she just went to powder her nose.

CORMAC: Sllppery llttle minx' your friend.

llkes to work her mouth too, doesn't she?

What is this I'm eating, by the way?

Dragon balls.

[VOMlTS]

You've just bought yoυrself a month's detention, McLaggen.

Not so quick' Potter.

Sir' I really think I should rejoin the party. My date. . . .

Can surely survive your absence for another minute or two.

Besides' I only wish to convey a message.

-A message? -From Professor Dumbledore.

He asked me to give you his best, and he hopes you enjoy your hollday.

You see. . .

. ..he's travellng' and he won't return untiI term resumes.

Travellng where?

Take your hands off me, you filthy Squib!

FlLCH: Professor Slughorn' sir.

I just discovered this boy lυrking in an upstairs corridor.

He claims to have been invited to your party.

Okay' okay. I was gatecrashing. Happy?

I'll escort him out.

Certainly' professor.

All right' everyone, carry on' carry on.

DRACO: Maybe I did hex that Bell girl. Maybe I didn't. What's it to you?

SNAPE: I swore to protect you.

I made the Unbreakable Vow.

DRACO: I don't need protection.

I was chosen for this. Out of all others. Me .

-And I won't faiI him. -You're afraid' Draco.

You attempt to conceaI it' but it's obvious. Let me assist you.

DRACO: No!

I was chosen. This is my moment.

RON: "Unbreakable Vow."

You're sure that's what Snape said?

Positive. Why?

Well' it's just you can't break an Unbreakable Vow.

I'd worked that much out for myself, funnily enough.

You don't understand.

Oh' bloody hell.

I miss you.

Lovely.

All she wants to do is snog me. My llps are getting chapped. Look.

I'll take yoυr word for it.

So, what happens to you? What happens if you break an Unbreakable Vow?

You die.

WOMAN: Wait, the pudding's still here.

REMUS: Voldemort has chosen Draco Malfoy for a mission?

I know it sounds mad.

Has it occυrred to you Snape was simply pretending to offer Draco help. . .

. ..so he could find out what he was up to?

-That's not what it sounded llke. TONKS: Perhaps Harry's right' Remus.

To make an Unbreakable Vow, it's--

It comes down to whether or not you trust Dυmbledore's judgment.

-Dumbledore trusts Snape' therefore I do. -Dumbledore can make mistakes.

You're bllnded by hatred.

-I'm not. -Yes, you are.

People are disappearing' Harry, daily.

We place our trust in a handfuI of people.

lf we start fighting amongst ourselves, we're doomed.

Open up, you.

Don't you trust me?

It's good.

RON: Yeah, I'll just-- Get-- Yeah.

-Pie? -Not for me' no.

ARTHUR: You'll have to forgive Remus.

It takes its toll, his condition.

HARRY: Are you all right' Mr. Weasley?

We're being followed' all of us.

Most days' Molly doesn't leave the house.

It's not been easy.

Did you get my owl?

Yes, I did.

lf Dumbledore's travellng, then that's news to the Ministry...

. ..but perhaps that's the way Dυmbledore wants it.

As for Draco Malfoy...

. ..I know a bit more.

-Go on. -I sent an agent to Borgin and Burkes.

I think' from what yoυ described. . .

. ..what you and Ron saw in summer. ..

. ..the object that Draco is so interested in...

. ..is a vanishing cabinet.

A vanishing cabinet?

They were all the rage when Voldemort first rose to power.

You can see the appeal. Should Death Eaters come knocking. . .

. ..one simply had to sllp inside and disappear for an hour or two.

They can transport you anywhere.

Tricky contraptions though' very temperamental.

What happened to it? The one at Borgin and Burkes?

Nothing.

It's still there.

TONKS: It was dellcious, Molly, really.

MOLLY: Are you sure yoυ won't stay?

No, we should go. The first night of the cycle's always the worst.

Remus?

Sweetheart.

Has Ron gone to bed?

Um. . . . Not yet. No.

Shoelace .

Merry Christmas, Harry.

Merry Christmas.

-Harry' no! -Remυs!

Ginny!

BELLATRIX: I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black!

You coming to get me?

Harry' can you get me? You coming to get me?

Harry?

Stupefy!

ARTHUR: Harry!

Ginny!

Molly.

HERMlONE: It's easy for them to get to yoυ.

You're bloody lucky you weren't killed. You have to reallze who you are, Harry.

I know who I am, Hermione' all right?

Sorry.

Lav' come on. Of course I'll wear it.

That's my Won-Won.

Excuse me' I have to go and vomit.

SLUGHORN: I'd llke to know where you get your information.

More knowledgeable than half the staff, you are.

Sir...

. ..is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring?

Now' Tom. I couldn't tell you if I knew, could l?

By the way' thank you for the pineapple. You're quite right' it is my favorite.

But how did you know?

lntuition.

[CLOCK CHlMING]

SLUGHORN: Gracious. ls it that time already?

Off you go, boys' or Professor Dippet will have us all in detention.

Look sharp, Tom. Don't want to be caught out of bed after hours.

-ls something on your mind' Tom? -Yes, sir.

You see' I couldn't think of anyone else to go to.

The other professors, well, they're not llke you.

They might misunderstand.

Go on.

I was in the llbrary the other night. . .

. ..in the Restricted Section. . .

. ..and I read something rather odd about a bit of rare magic.

And I thought perhaps you could illuminate me.

It's called' as I understand it. . . .

[RlDDLE SPEAKS lNDlSTlNCTLY]

I beg your pardon?

I don't know anything about such things' and if I did' I wouldn't tell you!

Now' get out of here at once, and don't let me ever catch you mentioning it again!

DUMBLEDORE: Confused?

I'd be surprised if you weren't.

Well' I don't understand. What happened?

This is perhaps the most important memory I've collected.

It is also a lle.

This memory has been tampered with. . .

. ..by the same person whose memory it is' our old friend, Professor Slughorn.

But why would he tamper with his own memory?

-I suspect he's ashamed of it. -Why?

Why' indeed?

I asked you to get to know Professor Slughorn' and you have done so.

Now I want you to persuade him to divulge his true memory. . .

. . .any way you can.

I don't know him that well, sir.

This memory is everything.

Without it, we are bllnd.

Without it, we leave the fate of our world to chance.

You have no choice.

You mυst not fail.

SLUGHORN: So I'd highly recommend you reacqυaint yourself. . .

. ..with the chapter on antidotes.

I'll tell you more aboυt bezoars in our next class. Right, off you go.

Alys, don't forget your rat tail.

Aha. lf it isn't the Prince of Potions himself.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

Sir' I wondered if I might ask yoυ something.

Ask away' dear boy' ask away.

The other day I was in the llbrary' in the Restricted Section. . .

. ..and I came across something rather odd about a very rare piece of magic.

Yes. And what was this rare piece of magic?

Well' I don't know. I can't remember the name exactly.

It got me wondering, are there some kinds of magic you're not allowed to teach us?

SLUGHORN: I'm Potions Master' Harry.

I think your question'd better be posed to Professor Snape .

HARRY: Yes. Um. . . .

He and I don't exactly see eye to eye' sir.

What I mean to say is. . .

. ..well, he's not llke you.

He might misunderstand.

Yes. There can be no llght without the dark.

And so it is with magic. Myself, I always strive to llve within the llght.

I suggest you do the same.

ls that what you told Tom Riddle, when he came asking questions?

Dυmbledore pυt you up to this' didn't he?

Didn't he?

[KNOCKING]

Yes?

Oh' it's you' Potter.

I'm sorry, I'm busy at the moment.

It's beautifuI' isn't it? The moon.

HARRY: Divine.

Had ourselves a llttle late-night snack' did we?

It was on your bed, the box. I just thought I'd try one.

HARRY: Or 20 . -I can't stop thinking about her, Harry.

Honestly, I reckoned she was annoying yoυ.

She could never annoy me.

I think I love her.

Well' brilllant.

Do you think she knows I exist?

I hope so. She's been snogging you for three months.

Snogging? Who are you talking about?

Who are you talking about?

Romilda' of coυrse. Romilda Vane.

Okay' very funny.

-What was that for? -It's no joke! I'm in love with her!

Fine' you're in love with her. Have you ever actually met her?

No. Can you introduce me?

Come on, Ron. I'm gonna introduce you to Romilda Vane.

[KNOCKING]

I'm sorry, sir. I woυldn't bother yoυ if it weren't absolutely essential.

RON: Where's Romilda?

What's the matter with Wenby?

HARRY [WHlSPERS]: Very powerfυI love potion.

SLUGHORN: Very well. Better bring him in.

I'd have thought yoυ could whip υp a remedy for this in no time, Harry.

Well' I thought this called for a more practiced hand, sir.

Hello' darllng. Fancy a drink?

Perhaps you're right.

HARRY: I'm sorry, by the way' professor' about earller today, our misunderstanding.

Oh' not at all. All water under the bridge' you know? Correct?

I expect you're tired of it affer all these years.

All the questions about Voldemort.

Don't use that name.

[THUDS]

SLUGHORN: There you are' old boy. Bottoms up.

-What's this? SLUGHORN: Tonic for the nerves.

-What happened to me? -Love potion.

A bloody strong one at that.

-I feeI really bad. SLUGHORN: You need a pick-me-up' my boy.

Got Bυtterbeer' wine, dazzllng oak-matured mead.

I had other intentions for this, but I think' given the circumstances. ...

Here we are, Potter.

To llfe!

HARRY: Ron.

Ron. Professor, do something.

SLUGHORN: I don't understand.

HARRY: Come on, Ron' breathe.

[COUGHING]

These girls, they're gonna kill me.

Quick thinking on your part' Harry, using a bezoar.

You mυst be very proud of your student, Horace.

Hm? Oh' yes' very proud.

I think we agree, Potter's actions were heroic.

The question is, why were they necessary?

DUMBLEDORE: Why' indeed?

This appears to be a gift, Horace.

You don't remember who gave you this bottle?

Which' by the way' possesses remarkably subtle hints of llcorice and cherry. . .

. ..when not polluted with poison.

SLUGHORN: Actually I had intended to give it as a gift myself.

To whom, I might ask?

To you, Headmaster.

LAVENDER: Where is he?

Where's my Won-Won? Has he been asking for me?

What's she doing here?

I might ask you the same question.

I happen to be his girlfriend.

I happen to be his friend.

Don't make me laυgh. You haven't spoken in weeks.

I suppose you want to make up now that he's all interesting.

He's been poisoned' you daft dimbo!

And for the record, I've always found him interesting.

Ah. See? He senses my presence.

Don't worry' Won-Won. I'm here.

I'm here.

[MUMBLES]

RON: Uh. . .. Hermione. . . .

Hermione.

[LAVENDER SOBBING]

Oh' to be young' and to feeI love's keen sting.

Well' come away' everybody.

Mr. Weasley is well tended.

About time , don't you think?

Thank you.

Oh' shut υp.

[BlRD CHlRPING]

[THUDDING]

[DRACO SOBBING]

Stop it' Ron. You're making it snow.

Tell me how I broke up with Lavender again.

HERMlONE: Um' well. . .

. ..she came to visit you in the hospital.

And you talked.

I don't belleve it was a particυlarly long conversation.

Don't get me wrong' I'm bloody thrilled to be shot of her.

It's just she seems a bit put out.

Yes, she does, doesn't she?

You say you don't remember anything from that night?

Anything at all?

There is something.

But it can't be. I was completely boggled' wasn't l?

Right. Boggled.

HERMlONE: Harry.

That's Katie.

Katie Bell.

Katie. How are you?

I know you're going to ask' Harry, but I don't know who cursed me.

I've been trying to remember, honestly.

But I just can't.

Katie?

[SOBBING]

HARRY: I know what you did, Malfoy. You hexed her, didn't you?

[GRUNTING]

Sectumsempra!

SNAPE: Vulnera Sanentur.

Vulnera Sanentur.

You have to get rid of it. Today.

Take my hand.

The Room of Requirement.

GlNNY: We need to hide the Half-Blood Prince's book. . .

. ..where no one will ever find it, including you.

[RUSTllNG]

-What was that? -What was that?

[RUSTllNG CONTlNUES]

See?

You never know what yoυ'll find up here.

All right' close yoυr eyes. That way you can't be tempted.

Close your eyes.

That can stay hidden up here too' if you llke.

So did you and Ginny do it' then?

What?

You know, hide the book?

Oh' yeah.

Ah. Dear' yes.

Still no luck with Slughorn, then, I take it?

Luck.

That's it. All I need's a bit of luck.

HERMlONE: Well' how do you feel?

Excellent.

Really excellent.

Remember. . .

. ..Slughorn υsually eats early...

. ..takes a walk' and then returns to his office.

Right.

-I'm going down to Hagrid's. -What?

No, Harry' you've got to go and speak to Slughorn.

-We have a plan. HARRY: I know. . .

. ..but I've got a good feellng about Hagrid's.

I feeI it's the place to be tonight. Do you know what I mean?

-No. -Well' trυst me' I know what I'm doing.

Or Fellx does.

Hi!

[GRUNTS]

Merlln's beard, Harry!

Sorry' sir. I should've announced myself. Cleared my throat' coughed.

You probably feared I was Professor Sprout.

Yes, I did, actually. What makes you think that?

Well' just the generaI behavior, sir.

The sneaking around, the jυmping when yoυ saw me.

Are those Tentacυla leaves, sir? They're very valuable , aren't they?

Ten Galleons a leaf to the right buyer.

Not that I'm famillar with any such transactions, bυt one does hear rumors.

My own interests are purely academic' of course .

Personally, these plants always kind of freaked me out.

SLUGHORN: How did you get out of the castle, Harry?

HARRY: Through the front door, sir.

I'm off to Hagrid's. He's a very dear friend.. .

. ..and I fancied paying him a visit.

So if you don't mind' I will be going now.

Harry!

-Sir? -It's nearly nightfall.

Surely you reallze I can't allow you to go roaming the grounds by yoυrself.

Well' then' by all means, come along, sir.

SLUGHORN: Harry, I must insist you accompany me. . .

. ..back to the castle immediately!

HARRY: That would be coυnterproductive' sir.

And what makes you say that?

No idea.

Horace.

Merlln's beard. ls that an actuaI Acromantula?

A dead one, I think' sir.

Good God.

Dear fellow' however did you manage to kill it?

Kill it? Me oldest friend' he was.

-I'm so sorry, I didn't-- -Don't worry yourself, you're not alone.

Seriously misunderstood creatures' spiders are.

It's the eyes, I reckon. They unnerve some folk.

Not to mention the pincers.

[CLlCKING TONGUE]

Yeah, I reckon that too.

Hagrid, the last thing I wish to be is indellcate. . .

. ..but Acromantula venom is uncommonly rare.

Would you allow me to extract a viaI or two?

Purely for academic purposes, you understand.

Well' I don't sυppose it's going to do him much good now, is it?

My thoughts exactly.

Always have a ampoυle or two aboυt my person for just such occasions as this.

Old Potions Master's habit, you know.

I wish you could've seen him in his prime.

Magnificent, he was. Just magnificent.

Oh' dear.

-Would you llke me to say a few words? -Yes.

He had a family, I trust?

Oh' yeah.

Farewell. . . .

Aragog.

Farewell' Aragog. ..

. ..king of the arachnids.

Your body will decay. . .

. ..but yoυr spirit llngers on.

And your human friends find solace in the loss they have sustained.

[SLUGHORN & HAGRlD SINGING]

I had him from an egg' you know. Tiny llttle thing he was when he hatched.

No bigger than a Pekinese. A Pekinese' mind you.

How sweet. I once had a fish. Francis. He was very dear to me.

One affernoon I came downstairs' and he'd vanished.

Poof .

-That's very odd' isn't it? -It is' isn't it?

But that's llfe' I suppose .

You go along and then suddenly' poof!

-Poof. -Poof.

[HAGRlD SNORING]

It was a stυdent who gave me Francis.

One spring afternoon I discovered a bowI on my desk. . .

. ..with just a few inches of clear water in it.

And floating on the surface was a flower petal.

As I watched, it sank.

Just before it reached the bottom. . .

. ..it transformed. . .

. ..into a wee fish.

It was beautifuI magic.

Wondrous to behold.

The flower petaI had come from a llly.

Your mother.

The day I came downstairs. . .

. ..the day the bowI was empty.. .

. ..was the day your mother.. . .

I know why you're here.

But I can't help you.

It would ruin me.

Do you know why I survived, professor?

The night I got this?

Because of her.

Because she sacrificed herself.

Because she refused to step aside .

Because her love was more powerful than Voldemort.

-Don't say his name. -I'm not afraid of the name' professor.

I'm going to tell you something.

Something others have only guessed at.

It's true.

I am the Chosen One.

Only I can destroy him' but in order to do so. . .

. ..I need to know what Tom Riddle asked you years ago in your office . ..

. ..and I need to know what you told him.

Be brave' professor.

Be brave llke my mother.

Otherwise , you disgrace her.

Otherwise , she died for nothing.

Otherwise , the bowl will remain empty forever.

Please' don't think badly of me when you see it.

You've no idea what he was llke' even then.

RlDDLE: I was in the llbrary the other night. . .

. ..in the Restricted Section. . .

. ..and I read something rather odd about a bit of rare magic.

It's called' as I understand it. . .

. ..a Horcrux.

-I beg yoυr pardon? -Horcrux.

I came across the term while reading. . .

. ..and I didn't fully understand it.

I'm not sure what yoυ were reading' Tom, but this is very dark stuff, very dark indeed.

Which is. . .

. ..why I came to you.

A Horcrux is an object in which a person has concealed part of their soul.

But I don't understand how that works, sir.

One spllts one's souI and hides part of it in an object.

By doing so' yoυ're protected' should you be attacked and your body destroyed.

Protected?

That part of your soul that is hidden llves on.

ln other words, you cannot die.

And how does one splIt his soul, sir?

SLUGHORN: I think you already know the answer to that, Tom.

Murder.

Yes.

Killlng rips the soυI apart. It is a violation against nature.

RlDDLE: Can you only splIt the souI once? For instance, isn't seven. . .?

Seven?

Merlln's beard, Tom. lsn't it bad enough to consider killlng one person?

To rip the souI into seven pieces. . . .

This is all hypothetical, isn't it, Tom? All academic?

Of coυrse, sir.

lt'll be our llttle secret.

HARRY: Sir.

This is beyond anything I imagined.

You mean to say he succeeded, sir' in making a Horcrux?

Oh' yes, he succeeded' all right. And not just once.

What are they exactly?

Could be anything. Most commonplace of objects.

A ring, for example.

Or a book.

-Tom Riddle's diary. -It's a Horcrux, yes.

Foυr years ago' when yoυ saved Ginny's llfe. . .

. ..in the Chamber of Secrets, you brought me this.

I knew this was a different kind of magic.

Very dark' very powerful. But υntiI tonight I had no idea just how powerful.

-The ring? -Belonged to Voldemort's mother.

DifficυIt to find. Even more difficuIt to destroy.

But if you could find them all' if you did destroy each Horcrux.. . .

One destroys Voldemort.

But how would you find them? They could be hidden anywhere.

True. But magic, especially dark magic. . .

. ..leaves traces.

It's where you've been going, isn't it, sir?

-When yoυ leave the school? -Yes.

And I think perhaps I may have found another.

But this time' I cannot hope to destroy it alone.

Once again, I must ask too much of you, Harry.

SNAPE: Have you ever considered that you ask too much. . .

. ..that you take too much for granted?

Has it ever crossed your brilllant mind that I don't want to do this anymore?

Whether it has or hasn't is irrelevant.

I will not negotiate with you, Severus. You agreed. Nothing more to discuss.

Oh' Harry.

You need a shave, my friend.

You know, at times, I forget how much you've grown.

At times' I still see the small boy from the cupboard.

Forgive my mawkishness, Harry.

I'm an old man.

You still look the same to me, sir.

Just llke your mother, you're unfaillngly kind.

A trait people never faiI to undervalue' I'm afraid.

The place to which we journey tonight is extremely dangerous.

I promised you could accompany me' and I stand by that promise.

But there is one condition:

You mυst obey every command I give you, without question.

Yes, sir.

You do understand what I'm saying?

Should I tell you to hide, you hide.

Should I tell you to run, you run.

Should I tell you to abandon me and save yourself, you must do so.

Your word' Harry.

My word.

Take my arm.

Sir' I thought you couldn't Apparate within Hogwarts.

Well' being me has its privileges.

DUMBLEDORE: This is the place.

Oh' yes.

This place has known magic.

-Sir! -ln order to gain passage. . .

. ..payment mυst be made.

Payment intended to weaken any intruder.

-You should've let me' sir. -No, Harry.

Your blood's much more precious than mine.

Voldemort will not have made it easy to discover his hiding place.

He will have put certain defenses in position.

Careful.

There it is.

The only question is, how do we get there?

lf yoυ would, Harry.

Do you think the Horcrux is in there' sir?

Oh' yes.

It has to be drunk.

All of it has to be drunk.

You remember the conditions on which I brought you with me?

This potion might paralyze me.

Might make me forget why I'm here.

Might caυse me so much pain that I beg for rellef.

You are not to indulge these requests.

It's your job, Harry, to make sure I keep drinking this potion.

Even if you have to force it down my throat.

-Understood? -Why can't I drink it, sir?

Because I am much older' much cleverer, and much less valuable.

Your good health' Harry.

Professor.

Professor!

[DUMBLEDORE GROANING]

Harry.

HARRY: Professor' can you hear me?

Professor.

No. Don't.

You have to keep drinking, llke yoυ said. Remember?

DUMBLEDORE: Stop. -It will stop. It will stop.. .

-. . .bυt only if you keep drinking. -Please' don't make me.

-I'm sorry, sir. -Please.

-Kill me. Kill me! -No!

DUMBLEDORE: It's my fault.

It's all my fault.

It's my fault.

HARRY: Just one more, sir. One more' and then I promise. . .

. ..I promise I'll do what you say.

-I promise. -No.

Please.

Harry.

Water.

You did it, sir.

Look.

Harry.

Water.

Aguamenti.

DUMBLEDORE: Water.

Lumos.

[SPLASHING]

Lumos Maxima!

DUMBLEDORE: Harry.

Sectumsempra!

Harry.

-Stupefy! DUMBLEDORE: Harry.

DUMBLEDORE: Harry.

Partis Temporus!

[THUNDER CRASHING]

Go to your hoυses. No dawdllng.

[TlCKING]

We need to get you to the hospital wing, sir' to Madam Pomfrey.

No.

Severus. Severus is who I need.

Wake him. Tell him what happened.

Speak to no one else.

Severus' Harry.

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

Hide yourself below' Harry.

Don't speak or be seen by anybody without my permission.

Whatever happens, it's imperative you stay below.

Harry' do as I say.

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

Trust me.

Good evening, Draco.

What brings you here on this fine spring evening?

Who else is here? I heard you talking.

DUMBLEDORE: I often talk aloud to myself. I find it extraordinarily υseful.

Have you been whispering to yourself, Draco?

Draco. . .

-. . .you are no assassin. -How do you know what I am?

I've done things that would shock you.

llke cursing Katie Bell and hoping that in return she'd bear a cursed necklace to me?

Replacing a bottle of mead with one laced with poison?

Forgive me, Draco.

I cannot help feellng these actions are so weak...

. ..yoυr heart can't really have been in them.

He trusts me. I was chosen.

DUMBLEDORE: Then I shall make it easy for you.

Expelllarmus!

DUMBLEDORE: Very good. Very good.

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

You're not alone.

There are others.

How?

The vanishing cabinet in the Room of Requirement.

-I've been mending it. DUMBLEDORE: Let me guess.

It has a sister. A twin.

ln Borgin and Burkes. They form a passage .

DUMBLEDORE: INGenious.

Draco. . .

. ..years ago, I knew a boy who made all the wrong choices.

-Please let me help you. -I don't want your help!

Don't you υnderstand? I have to do this.

I have to kill yoυ.

Or he's gonna kill me.

Well' look what we have here.

Well done' Draco.

DUMBLEDORE: Good evening, Bellatrix.

I think introductions are in order' don't you?

BELLATRlX: Love to' Albus' but I'm afraid we're all on a bit of a tight schedule.

Do it.

GREYBACK: He doesn't have the stomach, jυst llke his father.

Let me finish him in my own way.

BELLATRlX: No! The Dark Lord was clear' the boy is to do it.

This is yoυr moment. Do it.

Go on' Draco.

Now!

SNAPE: No.

DUMBLEDORE: Severus.

Please.

Avada Kedavra.

[YELLS]

Yeah!

BELLATRlX: Hagrid! Hello?

HARRY: Snape! He trυsted you!

[SQUEAllNG]

SNAPE: Go on.

Incarcerous.

Fight back! You coward, fight back!

SNAPE: No! He belongs to the Dark Lord.

Sectumsempra!

You dare use my own spells against me' Potter?

Yes.

I'm the Half-Blood Prince.

[SOBBING]

McGONAGALL: Potter. . .

. ..in llght of what has happened. . .

. ..if you should have the need to talk to someone. . . .

You should know, Professor Dumbledore. . .

. ..yoυ meant a great deaI to him.

HERMlONE: Do you think he would've done it?

Draco?

HARRY: No.

No, he was lowering his wand.

ln the end, it was Snape.

It was always Snape .

And I did nothing.

It's fake .

Open it.

"To the Dark Lord. I know I will be dead long before you read this. ..

. ..but I want you to know that it was l who discovered your secret.

I have stolen the reaI Horcrυx and intend to destroy it as soon as I can.

I face death in the hope that when you meet yoυr match. . .

. ..yoυ will be mortaI once more.

R.A.B."

R.A.B.

Don't know.

But whoever they are' they have the reaI Horcrux.

Which means it was all a waste.

All of it.

Ron's okay with it, you know.

You and Ginny.

But if I were you' when he's around, I'd keep the snogging to a minimum.

HARRY: I'm not coming back' Hermione.

I've got to finish whatever Dumbledore started.

And I don't know where that'll lead me. . .

. ..but I'll let you and Ron know where I am when I can.

I've always admired your courage' Harry.

But sometimes' you can be really thick.

You don't really think you're going to be able. . .

. ..to find all those Horcruxes by yoυrself' do you?

You need us' Harry.

HARRY: I never reallzed how beautifuI this place was.

[BlRD CRIES]

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