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Harry, open the door.

Uncle Vernon, I need you to sign this form.

What is it?

Nothing. It's cool stuff.

Later, perhaps, if you behave.

I will if she does.

Oh, you're still here, are you?

Yes. Don't say yes in that... ungrateful way.

Good of my brother to keep you. He'd have been straight into an orphanage if

he'd been dumped on my doorstep, Vernon.

Is that my Dodgers? Is that my little nephew?

Come on.

I'll just suit this upstairs.

Okay.

Can I tempt you, Marge?

Just a small one. Excellent nosh, Petunia.

A bit more.

Usually just a fry up for me, what with 12 dogs.

A bit more.

That's a boy.

Ah,

you ought to try a little drop of brandy. A little drop of brandy would be

wonderful. What are you smirking at?

Where did you send the boy, Vernon? St. Brutus's. It's a fine institution for

hopeless cases.

They use a cane at St. Brutus's, boy?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I've been beaten loads of times.

Excellent. I won't have this namby-pamby, wishy-washy nonsense about

not beating people who deserve it.

But you mustn't blame yourself about how this one turned out, Vernon. It's all to

do with blood.

Bad blood will out.

What is it the boy's father did, Petunia? Nothing. He didn't work. He was

unemployed. And a drunk, too, no doubt. That's a lie.

What did you say?

My dad wasn't a drunk.

Don't worry. Don't fuss, Petunia. I have a very firm grip.

I think it's time you went to bed.

Quiet, Vernon. You, clean it up.

Actually, it's nothing to do with the father. It's always to do with the

mother. You see it all the time with dogs.

If there's something wrong with the bitch, then there's something wrong with

the pup. Shut up! Shut up!

Right.

Let me tell you.

No. She deserved what she got.

No! Just keep away from me. You're not allowed to do magic outside school.

Yeah? Try me. They won't let you back now.

You've nowhere to go.

I don't care.

Anywhere's better than here.

Welcome to the night bus.

Emergency transport for a stranded witch or wizard.

My name is Stan Shunpike and I will be your conductor for this evening.

What you doing down there?

I fell over. What you fell over for?

I didn't do it on purpose.

Well, come on then.

Let's not wait for the grass to grow.

What are you looking at?

Nothing. Well, come on then, in.

No, no, no, I'll get this, you get in.

Come on, move on, move on, move on.

Take her away, Ernie. Yeah, take it away, Ernie. It's going to be a bumpy

ride.

What did you say your name was again?

I didn't.

Well, whereabouts are you, Eddie?

The Leaky Cauldron.

That's in London.

You hear that, Ernie?

The leaky cauldron has him landing. The leaky cauldron? Hey, will you have the

pea soup? Make sure you eat it before he eats you.

What's the muggles?

Can't they see us?

Muggles? They don't see nothing, do they? No, but if you jam them with a

fork, they feel.

Hello.

I love you, little old lady at twelve o'clock.

Seven, six, five, four, three, three and a half, two, one and three quarters.

Yes!

Who is that?

That man?

Who is that?

Who is... That is Sirius Black, that is.

Don't tell me you've never been hearing a Sirius Black.

He's a murderer.

Got himself locked up in Azkaban for it.

How did he escape? Well, that's the question, isn't it?

He's the first one that done it.

He was a big subordinate.

You know who.

Reckon you've heard of him?

Yeah.

Him I've heard of.

Ernie, two double-deckers at twelve o'clock.

They're getting closer, Ernie.

Ernie, they're right on top of us!

Mind your head.

Hey, guys.

Guys, why the long faces?

Yeah, nearly there, nearly there.

The Leaky Cauldron. Next stop,

Nocturne Alley.

Ah, Mr. Potter.

At last.

Quite smart bird you got there, Mr.

Potter. You arrived here just five minutes before yourself.

As the Minister for Magic, it is my duty to inform you, Mr. Potter, that earlier

this evening your uncle's sister was located a little south of Sheffield, Sir

Chimneystack. The accidental magic reversal department was dispatched

immediately. She has been properly punctured and her memory modified.

She will have...

No recollection of the incident whatsoever.

So that's that.

And no harm done.

Peace out.

No, thank you.

Minister? Yes?

I don't understand.

Understand? I broke the law.

Underage wizards aren't allowed to use magic at home.

Oh, come now, Harry. The Ministry doesn't send people to Azkaban for

blowing up their arm.

On the other hand, running away like that, given the state of things, was

very, very irresponsible.

The state of things, sir? We have a killer on the loose.

Sirius Black, you mean?

But what's he got to do with me?

Nothing,

of course.

You're safe, and that's what matters. And tomorrow you'll be on your way back

to Hogwarts.

Oh, these are your new school books. I took the liberty of having them brought

here for you. Now, Tom will show you to your room.

Hedwig.

Oh, by the way, Harry, whilst you're here, it would be best if you didn't

wander.

I'll come back later.

I'm warning you, Hermione. Keep that bloody beast of yours away from

Scabbers, or I'll turn it into a tea cozy.

It's a cat, Ronald. What do you expect?

It's in his nature. A cat?

Is that what they told you?

Looks more like a pig with hair, if you ask me. That's rich, coming from the

owner of that smelly old shoe brush.

That's right, Crookshacks.

You just ignore the mean little boy.

Harry!

Harry!

Egypt.

What's it like?

Brilliant. Loads of old stuff, like mummies, tombs.

Even Scabbers enjoyed himself.

You know the Egyptians used to worship cats? Yeah, along with the dung beetles.

Not flashing that clipping about again, are you, Ron? I haven't shown anyone.

No, not a soul.

Much less Count Tom.

The day maid. The night maid. The cook. That bloke who can't fix the toilet. And

that wizard from Belgium.

Mrs. Weasley. Good to see you, dear. Good to see you, too.

Now, have you got everything neat?

Yep. Yes, all of your books. Yeah, it's all upstairs.

And all of your clothes. Everything's there. Good boy. Thank you. Harry

Potter. Mr. Weasley.

Harry, wonder if I might have a word?

Yeah, sure.

Manny. Good morning, Mr. Weasley.

Looking forward to a new term?

Yeah, it should be great.

Harry, there are some within the ministry who would strongly discourage

me from divulging what I'm about to reveal to you.

But I think that you need to know the facts.

You are in danger.

Grave danger.

Has this anything to do with Sirius Black, sir?

What do you know about Sirius Black, Harry?

Only that he's escaped from Azkaban.

Do you know why?

Thirteen years ago, when you stopped... Voldemort. Don't say his name.

Sorry.

When you stopped you-know-who, Black lost everything. But to this day, he

still remains a faithful servant.

In his mind, you are the only thing that stands in the way of you-know-who

returning to power.

And that is why he has escaped from Azkaban.

To find you.

And kill me.

Harry, I want you to swear to me that whatever you might hear, you won't go

looking for Black.

Mr. Weasley, why would I go looking for someone who wants to kill me?

I didn't mean to blow her up. I just... I lost control.

Brilliant.

Honestly, Ron, it's not funny.

Harry was lucky not to be expelled.

I think I was lucky not to be arrested, actually.

I still think it was brilliant.

Come on, everywhere else is full.

Who do you think that is?

Professor R.J. Lupin. You know everything.

How is it she knows everything?

It's on his suitcase, Ronald.

Oh.

Do you think he's really asleep?

Seems to be. Why?

I've got to tell you something.

Let me get this straight.

Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban to come after you?

Yeah. But they'll catch Black, won't they?

I mean, everyone's looking for him.

Sure.

Except no one's ever broken out of Azkaban before, and he's a murderous,

raving lunatic.

Thanks, Ron.

Why are we stopping?

He can't be there yet.

What's going on?

Dunno. Maybe we've broken down.

Ouch Ron, that was my foot.

There's something moving out there.

What's happening?

Oh.

Eat this. It'll help.

It's all right. It's chocolate.

What was that thing that came? It was a Dementor. One of the guards of Azkaban.

It's gone now. He was searching the train for Sirius Black.

If you'll excuse me, I need to have a little word with the driver.

You'll feel better.

What happened to me?

Well, you sort of went rigid. We thought maybe you were having a fit or

something.

And did either of you two, you know, pass out?

No.

I felt weird, though.

Like I'd never be cheerful again.

But someone was screaming.

A woman.

No one was screaming, Harry.

I'd like to say a few words before we all become too befuddled by our

excellent feast.

First, I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin, who's kindly consented to

fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Good luck, Professor.

Oh, that's why you need to give me the chocolate, Harry.

Potter! Potter!

Is it true you fainted?

I mean, you actually fainted. Shove off, Malfoy. How did he find out? Just forget

it. Our care of magical creatures teacher for many years has decided to

retire in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs.

Fortunately, I'm delighted to announce that his place will be taken by none

other than our own Rubius Hagrid.

Finally, on a more despite note, at the request of the Ministry of Magic,

Hogwarts will, until further notice, play host to the Dementors of Azkaban

until such a time as Sirius Black is captured.

The Dementors will be stationed at every entrance to the grounds.

Now, whilst I've been assured that their presence will not disrupt our day-to-day

activities,

a word of caution.

Dementors are vicious creatures.

They will not distinguish between the one they hunt and the one who gets in

their way.

Therefore, I must warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to

harm you.

It is not in the nature of a dementor to be forgiving.

But you know, happiness can be found even in the darkest of times.

if one only remembers to turn on the light.

Fortuna Major.

Here, listen.

She just won't let me in.

Fortuna Major.

Fortuna major.

It's all right.

Go in.

Thank you.

She's still doing that. Why not? She can't even sing.

Exactly.

Oh,

great.

That's a monkey.

What is that?

Do not give him one again.

Try an elephant.

Welcome, my children.

In this room, you shall explore the noble art of divination. In this room,

you shall discover if you possess the sight.

Hello. I am Professor Trelawney.

Together, we shall cast ourselves into the future.

This time we shall be focusing on tessumancy, which is the art of reading

tea leaves. So please take the cup of the person sitting opposite you.

But you see, the truth lies buried like a sentence deep within a book waiting to

be read.

But first you must broaden your minds.

First you must look beyond.

What a load of rubbish.

Where did you come from? Me?

Been here all this time.

You, boy?

Is your grandmother quite well?

I think so.

I wouldn't be so sure of that.

Give me the cup.

Oh, pity.

Broaden your minds.

Your aura is pulsing, dear.

Are you in the beyond? I think you are.

Sure. Look at the cup. Tell me what you see.

Oh, yeah.

Harry's got sort of a wonky cross.

That's trials and suffering.

And that there could be the sun, and that's happiness.

So you're going to suffer, but you're going to be happy about it.

Give me the cup.

Oh, dear boy.

My dear.

You have the grim.

What's the Grimm?

Not the Grimm, you idiot. The Grimm.

Taking form of a giant spectral dog.

It's among the darkest omens in our world.

It's an omen of death.

You don't think that Grimm thing's got anything to do with Sirius Black, do

you? Oh, honestly, Ron. If you ask me, divination's a very woolly discipline.

Now.

Ancient runes. That's a fascinating subject.

Ancient runes? Exactly how many classes are you taking this term? A fair few.

Hang on.

That's not possible.

Ancient runes is on the same time as divination.

You'd have to be in two classes at once.

Don't be silly, Ronald. How could anyone be in two classes at once?

Broaden your minds.

Use your inner eye to see the future.

That's it. Come on now.

Come closer.

Let's talk if you don't mind.

I've got a real treat for you today.

A great lesson.

So follow me.

Right, you lot. Less chattering. Form a group over there. And open your books to

page 49.

Exactly how do we do that?

Well, just stroke the spine, of course.

Goodness me.

I think they're funny. Oh yeah, terribly funny.

Really witty.

God, this place has gone to the dogs.

Waiting till my father hears that Dumbledore's got this oaf teaching

classes.

Shut up, Malfoy.

Dementor! Dementor!

You're supposed to stroke it.

Isn't he beautiful?

Say hello to Buckbeard.

Hagrid. Exactly what is that?

That, Ron, is a hippogriff.

First thing you want to know about hippogriffs is that they're very proud

creatures. Very easily offended. You do not want to insult a hippogriff. It may

just be the last thing you ever do.

Now, who'd like to come and say hello?

Well done, Harry. Well done.

You have to let him make the first move.

It's only polite.

So, step up, give him a nice bow, then you wait and see if he bows back.

And if he does, you can go and touch him.

If not, well, we'll get to that later.

Now,

just make your bow.

Nice and low.

Keep still.

Keep still.

Well done, Harry. Well done.

I think we can go and pat him now.

Go on.

Don't be shy.

Nice and slow now.

Nice and slow. Nice and slow.

Also fast, Harry.

Slow down, Harry.

Nice and slow.

Now let him come to you.

That's it.

Slowly now.

Slowly. Slowly.

That's it.

Yes!

Well done!

Oh, well done, Harry.

Well done.

I think he may let you ride him now. What?

Come on.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. You were here.

Hagrid.

Don't pull out any of his feathers, because he won't thank you for that.

Please.

Well done, well done.

How am I doing, me first day?

Brilliant, Professor.

Yes, you're not dangerous at all, are you? You great, ugly brute.

No.

No! No!

Buckley!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Buckbeak?

Away, you silly creature.

It's killed me. It's killed me. Calm down.

It's just a scratch. Hagrid!

He has to be taken to the hospital.

I'm the teacher. I'll do it.

You're going to regret this. Class dismissed.

You bloody chicken.

Does it hurt terribly, Draco?

It comes and it goes.

Still, I consider myself lucky.

I put in for Madame Pomfrey another minute or two and I could have lost my

arm. I couldn't possibly do anything about it for weeks. Listen to the idiot.

He's really laying it on thick, isn't he? Yeah, but at least Hagrid didn't get

fired. Yeah, but I hear Draco's father's furious.

We haven't had the end of this. He's been sired! He's been sired!

Who? Sirius Black!

Dufftown?

It's not far from here.

You don't think he'd come to Hogwarts, do you?

There's dementors at every entrance.

Dementors? He's already slipped past them once, hasn't he?

Who's to say he won't do it again?

That's right.

Black could be anywhere.

It's like trying to catch smoke.

Like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.

Intriguing, isn't it?

Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what is inside?

That's a boggart, that is.

Very good, Mr. Thomas.

Now, can anybody tell me what a boggart looks like?

No one knows.

When she came here.

Boggarts are shapeshifters. They take the shape of whatever a particular

person fears the most.

That's what makes them so... So terrifying.

Yes, yes, yes.

Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a boggart.

Let's practice it now.

Without wands, please.

After me.

Ridiculous.

Ridiculous. Very good.

A little louder and very clear. Listen.

Ridiculous. Ridiculous. This class is ridiculous.

Very good.

Well, so much for the easy part. You see, the incantation alone is not

enough. What really finishes a boggart is laughter.

You need to force it to assume a shape you find truly amusing.

Let me explain.

Neville, will you join me, please?

Come on, don't be shy.

Come on.

Come on.

Hello?

Neville, what frightens you most of all?

Professor Snape.

Sorry? Professor Snape. Professor Snape, yeah.

Frightens all.

And I believe you live with your grandmother.

Yes, but I don't want that boggart to turn into her either.

No.

It won't.

I want you to picture her clothes, only her clothes, very clearly in your mind.

She carries a red handbag. You don't need to hear. As long as you see it,

we'll see it.

Now, when I open that wardrobe, here's what I want you to do.

Excuse me.

Can you do that?

Wanda, are they ready?

One, two, three.

Think,

Neville, think.

Ridiculous!

Wonderful, Neville, wonderful, incredible, okay.

To the back, Neville. Everyone form a line.

Form a line.

I want everyone to picture the thing they fear the very most and turn it into

something funny.

Next.

Ron.

Concentrate. Be brave.

Wand at the ready, Ron. Wand at the ready.

Ridiculous.

Yes, Ron!

You see?

Very good, very good.

Fabulous!

Absolutely very, very enjoyable. Fabulous!

Show us what you've done.

Your nerve.

Steady.

Ridiculous!

And next.

Step up, step up.

Wonderful, wonderful.

That's enough for today. If you'd all like to collect your books from the back

of the class, that's the end of the lesson. Thank you.

Sorry. Sorry, go on. You can have too much of a good thing.

Now, remember, these visits to Hogsmeade Village are a privilege.

Should your behaviour reflect poorly on the school in any way, that privilege

shall not be extended again.

No permission form signed.

No visiting the village.

That's the rule, Potter. All those with permission follow me. Those without,

they put... But, Professor, I thought if you signed it, then I could go. I can't.

Only a parent or a guardian can sign. Since I am neither, it would be

inappropriate.

I'm sorry, Potter.

That's my final word.

Forget about it, guys.

See you later.

Professor, can I ask you something?

You want to know why I stopped you facing that boggart, yes?

I would have thought it would be obvious. I assumed it would take the

shape of Lord Voldemort.

I did think of Voldemort at first, but then I remembered that night on the

train and the Dementor.

Well, I'm very impressed.

That suggests that what you fear the most is fear itself.

This is very wise.

Before I fainted, I heard something.

A woman.

Screaming.

Our dementors force us to relive our very worst memories.

Our pain becomes their power.

I think it was my mother.

The night she was murdered.

You know, the very first time I saw you, Harry, I recognised you immediately.

Not by your scar, by your eyes.

They're your mother Lily's.

Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was.

Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind

woman.

She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even and perhaps most especially

when that person could not see it in themselves.

And your father, James, on the other hand, he had a certain, shall we say,

talent for trouble.

A talent.

Rumour has it he passed on to you.

You're more like them than you know, Harry.

In time you'll come to see just how much.

Honeytooth Sweet Shop is brilliant, but nothing beats Zongo's Joke Shop.

We never did get a chance to go to the Shrieking Shack, though.

You heard that it's the most nice haunted building in Britain? Yeah, I

have.

What's going on?

Well, probably Neville's forgotten the password again.

Hey. Oh.

Let me through, please.

Excuse me, I'm Head Boy.

Get back, all of you. No one is to enter this dormitory until it has been fully

searched.

The fat lady, she's gone.

So's her height.

She was a terrible singer. It's not funny, Ron.

Keep calm, everyone.

Ravenforce, back to your common room.

Be quiet. The headmaster's here.

You heard. Move!

Mr. Filch, round up the ghosts.

Tell them to search every painting in the castle to find the fat lady.

There's no need for ghosts, Professor.

The fat lady's there.

Hey, mind where you're going! Slow down!

You listen! I can't fly!

Come back here!

Keep moving!

Dear lady, who did this to you?

It's him, Headmaster.

The one they all talk about.

He's here.

Somewhere in the castle.

Sirius Black.

Secure in the castle, Mr. Fields.

The rest of you, to the great hall.

I've searched the Astronomy Tower and the Owlery, sir, but there's nothing

there. Ah, thank you.

Yes, the third floor's clear too, sir. Very good.

I've done the dungeons, had Master no sign of Black, nor anywhere else in the

cut. I didn't really expect him to linger.

Remarkable feat, don't you think?

To enter Hogwarts Castle on one's own, completely undetected.

Quite remarkable, yeah. Any theories on how he might have managed it? Many, each

as unlikely as the next.

You may recall, prior to the start of term, I did express concerns about your

appointment of Professor... Not a single professor inside this castle would help

Sirius Black to enter it.

I'm quite convinced the castle is safe, and I'm more than willing to send the

students back to their houses. What about Potter? Should he be warned?

Perhaps, but for now, let him sleep.

For in dreams, we enter a world that's entirely our own.

and swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud.

Turn to page 394.

Excuse me, sir.

Where's Professor Lupin?

That's not really your concern, is it, Potter?

Suffice it to say that your professor finds himself incapable of teaching at

the present time. Turn to page 394.

Werewolves? But, sir, we've just begun learning about redcaps and hinkypunks.

We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks.

Quiet. When did she come in? Did you see her come in?

Now, which one of you can tell me the difference between an animagus and a

werewolf?

No one?

How disappointing.

Please, sir, an animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal.

A werewolf has no choice.

With each full moon, when he transforms, he no longer remembers who he is.

He'd kill his best friend if he crossed his path.

Furthermore, the werewolf only responds to the call of its own kind.

Oh!

Thank you, Mr Malfoy.

If that is the second time you've spoken out of turn, Miss Granger, are you

incapable of restraining yourself, or do you take pride in being an insufferable

know-it-all?

He's got a point, you know. Five points from Gryffindor.

As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk... By Monday morning, two rolls

of parchment on the werewolf with particular emphasis on recognizing it.

Sir, it's Quidditch tomorrow.

Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr. Potter.

Loss of limb will not excuse you.

Page 394.

The term werewolf is a contraction of the Anglo-Saxon word were.

Which means man and wolf, werewolf, man, wolf.

There are several ways to become a werewolf.

They include being given the power of shape-shifting.

And see what you look like. Probably a right sight better than he normally

does.

How are you feeling?

Oh, brilliant.

You gave us the right good scare there, mate.

What happened?

Well, you fell off your broom.

Really? I meant the match. Who won?

Um, no one blames you, Harry.

The Dementors aren't supposed to come inside the grounds.

Dumbledore was furious.

As soon as he saved you, he sent them straight off.

There's something else you should know too, Harry.

When you fell, your broom, it sort of blew into the whomping willow and...

Well, it's... I'm sorry to hear about your broomstick. Is there no

chance of fixing it?

No.

Professor, why did the Dementors affect me so?

I mean... More than everyone else. Listen, the Dementors are amongst the

foulest creatures to walk this earth. They feed on every good feeling, every

happy memory, until a person is left with absolutely nothing but his worst

experiences. You are not weak, Harry.

The Dementors affect you most of all because there are true horrors in your

past, horrors your classmates can scarcely imagine.

You have nothing to be ashamed of.

I'm scared, Professor.

Well, I'd consider you a fool if you weren't.

I need to know how to fight them.

You could teach me.

You made that Dementor on the train go away. There was only one that night.

But you made it go away. I don't pretend to be an expert, Harry.

But as the Dementors seem to have developed a particular interest in you,

perhaps I should teach you.

Right after the holidays.

For now, I need to rest.

Guys, let me go.

Clever, Harry. But not clever enough.

Besides, we've got a better way. Guys, come on. I'm trying to get to Hogsmeade.

We know.

Don't worry. We'll get you there. We'll show you a quicker way. If you pipe

down.

Bless him. Come on, guys.

Now,

Harry, come and join the big boys.

What are you doing?

What's this rubbish?

What's this rubbish, he says?

That there is the secret to our success.

It's a wrench given to you, believe me. But we've decided your needs are greater

than ours. George, if you will.

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

Messrs Mooney, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs are proud to present the

Marauder's Map.

We owe them so much.

This is Hogwarts.

And that... No.

Is that really Dumbledore? Any study? Pacing. Does that a lot?

So you mean this map shows... Everyone.

Everyone? Everyone. Where they are, what they're doing, every minute of every

day. Brilliant.

Where'd you get it? Nicked it from Filch's office, of course.

First year. Now listen, there are seven secret passageways out of the castle.

We'd recommend this one. The One-Eyed Witch passageway. It'll lead you

straight to Honeyduke's cellar. Be best hurry.

Filch is heading this way. Oh, and Harry, don't forget, when you're done,

just give it a tap and say, Mischief managed.

Otherwise anyone can read it.

It's meant to be the most haunted building in Britain.

Did I mention that?

Twice.

Do you want to move a bit closer?

Huh? To the Shrieking Shack.

Oh, actually, I'm fine here.

Well, well, look who's here.

You two shopping for your new dream home?

Bit grand for you, isn't it, Weaselby?

Don't your family sleep in one room? Shut your mouth, Malfoy. Ooh, not very

friendly. Boys, I think it's time we teach Weaselby how to respect his

superiors. I hope you don't mean yourself.

How dare you talk to me?

You filthy little mudblood.

Who was that?

Don't you stand there! Do something!

turn it over to Professor McGonagall, aren't you?

Oh, sure.

Along with his invisibility cloak.

Oh, look who it is. Madam Rosmerta.

Ron fancies her.

That's not true. Professor McGonagall! Good India!

Allow me, Minister.

Oh, Hank. Sorry about that.

Rosmerta, my dear. I hope business is good.

It'd be a lot better if the Ministry wasn't sending dementors into my pub

every other night.

We have...

We have a killer on the loose. Sirius Black in Hogsmeade. What will bring him

here?

Harry Potter.

Harry Potter?

Shh! Come here.

Harry! Oh, I say.

I say, no underage wizards allowed in today.

Now tell me what this is all about well now years ago when Harry Potter's

parents realized they were marked for death Do you remember they went into

hiding if you knew where they were one who did?

was Sirius Black.

And he told you-know-who.

Not only did Black lead you-know-who to the Potters that night, but he also

killed one of their friends, Peter Pettigrew. Peter?

Peter Pettigrew? Yes, little lump of a boy. Always trailing after Sirius Black.

I remember him. Never let James and Sirius out of his sight. But what

happened? Well, Peter Pettigrew tried to warn the Potters and might have managed

to had he not run into an old friend, Sirius Black. Black was vicious. He

didn't kill Pettigrew.

He destroyed him.

A finger.

That all was left, a finger.

Nothing else.

Yes. Sirius Black may not have put his hands to the potters, but he's the

reason they're dead.

And now he wants to finish what he started.

I don't believe it. That's not the worst of it. What could be worse?

Thus, Sirius Black was, and remains to this day, Harry Potter's godfather.

Merry Christmas!

Harry, what happened?

He was their friend.

And he betrayed them.

He was their friend!

I hope he finds me.

Because when he does, I'm going to be ready.

When he does, I'm going to kill him.

Harry. Here you are. You came.

Now, are you sure about this, Harry? You know this is very advanced magic, well

beyond the ordinary wizarding level.

I'm sure.

Well, everything's prepared.

Now, the spell I'm going to try to teach you is called the Patronus charm. Did

you ever hear of it?

No? Well, Patronus is a kind of positive force, and for the wizard who can

conjure one, it works something like a shield with a Dementor feeding on it.

rather than him.

But in order for it to work, you need to think of a memory.

Not just any memory, a very happy memory, a very powerful memory.

Can you do this?

Yes. Very well.

Close your eyes.

Concentrate.

Explore your past.

Do you have a memory?

Allow it to fill you up.

Lose yourself within it then speak the incantation expecto

patronum Expecto patronum Shall

we wand

Patronum! Expecta!

Expecta!

Here we go. Come on. Sit up.

Deep breaths.

All right.

I didn't expect you to do it the first time.

That would have been remarkable. Here.

Eat this.

You'll feel better.

That's one nasty Dementor. Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

That was a boggart, Harry. A boggart.

The real thing will be worse. Much, much worse.

As a matter of interest, what were you thinking?

Which memory did you choose?

The first time I rode a broom.

Well, that's not good enough. Not nearly good enough.

There's another.

It's not happy, exactly.

I know it is.

It's the happiest I've ever felt.

But it's complicated.

Is it strong?

Then let's give it a try.

You feel ready?

Just do it.

Expecto Patronum!

EXPECTO PATRONUM!

For today?

Yes. Sit down. Here.

Eat this. It helps. It really helps.

And just so you know, Harry, I think you would have given your father a run for

his money. And that is saying something.

I was thinking of him.

And Mum.

Seeing their faces.

They were talking to me.

Just talking.

That's the memory I chose.

I don't even know if it's real.

But it's the best I have.

Beautiful day.

Gorgeous. Unless, of course, you've been ripped to pieces.

Ripped to pieces?

What are you talking about?

Ronald has lost his rat.

I haven't lost anything.

Your cat killed him. Rubbish.

Harry. You've seen the way that bloodthirsty beast of hers was always

lurking about.

And Scabbers is gone.

Well, maybe you should learn to take better care of your pets.

Your cat killed him.

Did not.

Did. Didn't.

How'd it go, Hagrid? The hearing?

Well, first off, the committee members took turns talking about why we were

there.

And then I got up and did my piece.

Said how Buckbeak was a good hypocrite. Always cleaned his feathers.

And then Lucius Malfoy got up. Well, you can imagine, he said.

Buckbeak was a deadly and dangerous creature who would kill you as soon as

look at you.

And then?

And then he asked for the worst, little Lucius. They're not sacking you.

No, I'm not sacked.

Buckbeak's been sentenced to death.

Spiders. They want me to tap dance.

I don't want to tap dance.

You tell those spiders wrong.

Peter Pettigrew? Little lump of a boy. Always trailing after Sirius Black.

Black was vicious. He didn't kill Pettigrew. He destroyed him.

Put that light out.

Sorry.

Watch it there, boy.

We're trying to sleep here. Yes, we are.

Misliff managed.

Knox.

Potter.

What are you doing wandering the corridors at night?

I'm sleepwalking. How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter. He too

was exceedingly arrogant.

Strutting about the castle. My dad didn't strut.

And nor do I.

Now if you don't mind, I would appreciate it if you could lower your

wand.

Turn out your pockets.

Turn out.

Your pockets.

What's this?

It's a bad bit of parchment. Really? Open it.

Reveal your secrets.

Read it.

Mrs. Mooney?

Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs offer their compliments to Professor Snape

and... Go on.

And request that he keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's

business. Why, you insolent little... Professor.

Well, well.

Lupin. Out for a little walk.

That remains to be seen.

I have just now confiscated a rather curious artifact from Mr. Potter. Take a

look, Lupin. It's supposed to be your area of expertise. Clearly, it's full of

dark magic.

I seriously doubt it, Severus. It looks to me as though it's merely a parchment

designed to insult anyone who tries to read it.

I suspect it's a Zonko product.

Nevertheless, I should investigate any hidden qualities it may possess.

It is, after all, as you say, my area of expertise.

Harry, would you come with me, please?

Professor? Good night. Come here.

Are you deaf?

Put that light out!

Come in.

Now, I haven't the faintest idea, Harry, how this map came to be in your

possession.

Quite frankly, I am astounded that you didn't hand it in.

Did it never occur to you that this, in the hands of Sirius Black, is a map to

you?

No. You know, your father never set much store by the

rules either, but he and your mother gave their lives to save yours.

And gambling their sacrifice by wandering around the castle...

unprotected, with a killer on the loose, seems to me a pretty poor way to repay

them.

Now, I will not cover up for you again, Harry. Do you hear me?

Yes, sir.

I want you to return to your dormitory and stay there.

And don't take any detours. If you do, I shall know.

Professor, just so you know, I don't think that map always works.

Earlier on, it showed someone in the castle.

Someone I know to be dead.

Oh, really? And who might that be?

Peter Pettigrew.

That's not possible.

It's just what I saw.

Good night, Professor.

What do we have here?

Oh,

do you mind me trying?

The Grimm.

Possibly.

My dear, from the first moment you stepped foot in my class, I sensed that

you did not possess the proper spirit for the noble art of divination.

No, you see, there...

You may be young in years, but the heart that beats beneath your bosom is as

shriveled as an old maze.

You feel so as dry as the pages of the books to which you so desperately

cleave.

Have I said something?

She's got a mental mind, he has. I mean, not that she wasn't always mental.

But now it's certainly open for everyone to see.

Hang on.

We'd better take this back.

I'm not going back.

Fine. See you later. See you.

Confess Trelawney.

He will return tonight.

Sorry?

Tonight, he who betrayed his friends with murder shall break free.

Innocent blood shall be spilt, and servant and master shall be reunited

once more.

Oh, I'm so sorry, dear boy.

Did you say something?

No.

Nothing.

I can't believe they're going to kill Bucky. It's just too horrible.

Just got worse.

Look who's here. Ah,

come to see the show. You.

You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach.

Hermione, no.

He's not worth it.

Are you okay?

Let's go!

That felt good.

Not good.

Brilliant.

Oh, look at him.

Loves the smell of the trees and the wind blows through him. Why don't we

just set him free?

They'd know it was me.

Dumbledore would get into trouble.

He's coming down, you know, Dumbledore. Says he wants to be with me when they...

When it happens.

Great man, Dumbledore.

Great man.

We'll stay with you too, Hagrid. You'd do no such thing.

I want you seeing something like that.

No, you just drink your tea and be off.

Oh, before you do, Ron.

Scappers!

You're alive!

I want to keep a closer eye on your pets, Ron.

I think that means you owe someone an apology.

Right.

Next time I see Crookshanks, I'll let him know. I meant me.

Blimey, what was that?

Hagrid. Crikey.

It's late.

It's nearly dark. You shouldn't be here.

If someone sees you outside the castle this time of night, you'll be in

trouble. Big trouble. Particularly you, Harry.

With you in a moment.

Quick. Quick.

Hagrid.

It'll be fine.

It'll be okay.

Good evening. Good

evening.

shall be executed this day at sundown.

What?

I thought I just saw... Never mind.

Let's go.

Scabbers! Ron?

Ron!

Ron! Scabbers! Come back!

Wait!

Scabbers! Harry, you do realise what tree this is?

That's not good.

Ron! Run!

Harry, I'm hiding! Run!

I just hope I'm wrong.

We're in the Shrieking Shack.

A dog. Where is it? Harry, it's a trap. He's a dog. He's an animal.

If

you

want

to kill Harry, you'll have to kill us too. No.

Only one will die tonight.

Then it'll be you!

Are you going to kill me, Harry?

Expelliarmus!

Well, well, Sirius, looking rather ragged, aren't we?

Finally, the flesh reflects the madness within.

Well, you'd know all about the madness within, wouldn't you, Remus?

Let's kill him. No!

I trusted you.

And all this time, you've been his friend.

He's a werewolf. That's why he's been missing classes.

How long have you known?

Since Professor Snape said the essay.

Well, well, well, Hermione, you really are the brightest witch of your age I've

ever met. Enough talk, Remus. Come on, let's kill him. Wait! I did my waiting!

Twelve years of it!

In Azkaban!

Very well.

Kill him.

But wait one more minute. Harry has the right to know why.

I know why.

You betrayed my parents.

You're the reason they're dead. No, honey, it wasn't him. Somebody did

betray your parents, but it was somebody who, until quite recently, I believed to

be dead. Who was it, then?

Peter Pettigrew.

And he's in this room right now.

Come on, come on, Peter!

Come on, come on, I'm playing!

Sweet!

Vengeance is sweet.

I hoped I'd be the one to catch you.

Severus. I told Dumbledore you were helping an old friend into the castle,

and now here's the proof.

Brilliant, Snape.

Once again, you've put your keen and penetrating mind to the task, and as

usual, come to the wrong conclusion.

Now, if you'll excuse us, Remus and I have some unfinished business to attend

to.

Give me a reason.

I beg you. Severus, don't be a fool. He can't help it. It's habit. Sirius, be

quiet. Quiet yourself, Remus. Listen to you two quarrelling like an old married

couple. Why don't you run along and play with your chemistry set?

I could do it, you know.

But why deny the Dementors?

They're so longing to see you.

Do I detect a flicker of hair? A Dementor's kiss. One can only imagine

what that must be like to endure.

It's said to be nearly unbearable to witness. But I'll do my best.

Severus, please.

After you.

Expelliarmus!

Harry! What did you just do?

You attacked a teacher!

Tell me about Peter Pettigrew. He was at school with us. We thought he was our

friend.

No. Pettigrew's dead.

You killed him. No, he didn't. I thought so, too, until you mentioned seeing

Pettigrew on the map. The map was lying there.

Never lies.

Pettigrew's alive.

And he's right there.

Hey, this mental... No, it's you.

You're a rat.

Scabbers has been in my family for 12 years.

Curiously long life for a common garden rat.

He's missing a toe, isn't he? So what?

All I could find of Pettigrew was his finger.

The dirty cow would cut it off so that everyone would think he was gay.

And then he transformed into a rat.

Show me.

Give in to him, Ron. What are you trying to do to him?

Scabbers! Leave him alone!

Get off him! What are you doing?

Scabbers!

Look at you. You look so much like your father, like James.

We were the best of friends. How dare you speak to Harry?

How dare you talk about James in front of me?

You sold James and Lily to Voldemort, didn't you? I didn't mean to.

Stop, Lord.

You have no idea the weapons he possesses. You are such obscenities.

What would you have done?

What would you have done?

I would have died. I would have died rather than betray my friends.

James wouldn't have wanted me killed.

Oh, Dad.

Oh, Dad would spare me. He would show me mercy.

You should have realized, Peter, that if Baltimore didn't kill you, then we

would. Together. No!

Hi.

This man's... I know what he is.

But we'll take him to the castle.

Bless you, boy.

Bless you.

Get off.

I said we take you to the castle.

After that, the Dementors can have you.

Sorry about the bite.

I reckon that twinges a bit.

A bit?

A bit?

You almost tore my leg off. I was going for the rat.

Normally, I have a very sweet disposition as a dog. In fact, more than

once, James suggested that I make the change permanent.

The tail I could live with.

They're fleas.

They're murder.

Okay.

Okay.

You better go.

No, no, don't worry. It's fine, I'll stay.

You go, I'll stay.

That looks really painful.

So painful.

They might chop it.

I'm sure Madame Ponty will fix it in a heartbeat.

It's too late.

It's ruined.

It'll have to be chopped off.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

I'll never forget the first time I walked through those doors.

It'll be nice to do it again as a free man.

That was a noble thing you did back there.

He doesn't deserve it.

Well, I just didn't think my dad would have wanted his two best friends to

become killers.

Besides, I'm dead. The truth lies with him.

Alive, you're free.

I don't know if you know, Harry, but when you were born, James and Lily made

me your godfather.

I know.

Well,

I can understand if you choose to stay with your aunt and uncle.

But if you ever wanted a different home... What?

Come and live with you?

Well, it's just a thought. I can understand if you don't want to. Harry!

Remus, my old friend, have you taken your potion to light?

You know the land you truly are, Remus. This heart is where you truly live. This

heart here.

This flesh is only flesh.

Expelliarmus!

Three months!

Three months!

Professor Lupin.

Stop it. Stop it.

There you are, Potter.

He sent the Dementors away.

I saw him across the lake.

Listen, Harry, they've captured Sirius.

Any minute the Dementors are going to perform the kiss.

You mean they're going to kill him?

No, it's worse.

Much worse.

They're going to suck out his soul.

And Master, you've got to stop them.

They've got the wrong man. It's true, sir.

Sirius is innocent.

It's Scabbers who did it.

Scabbers? He's my rat, sir.

He's not really a rat. Well, he was a rat. He was my brother Percy's rat. But

then they gave him an owl. It is we know the truth.

Please believe us.

I do, Miss Granger. But I'm sorry to say the word of three 13-year-old wizards

will convince few others.

A child's voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who've

forgotten how to listen.

Serious thing, time.

Powerful, and when meddled with, dangerous.

Serious Black is in the topmost cell of the Dark Tower.

You know the laws, Miss Granger.

You must not be seen.

And you would do well, I feel, to return before this last chime. If not, the

consequences are too ghastly to discuss.

If you succeed tonight, more than... one innocent life may be spared.

Three turns should do it, I think.

Oh, by the way, when in doubt, I find retracing my steps to be a wise place to

begin.

Good luck.

What the bloody hell was that all about?

Sorry, Ron, but seeing as you can't walk...

What just happened?

Where's Ron?

7.30.

Where were we at 7.30?

I don't know, going to Hagrid's?

Come on, and we can't be seen.

Hermione!

Hermione! Hermione, wait!

Hermione, will you please tell me what it is we're doing?

You! You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!

That's us.

Hermione, no.

It's not worth it. This is not normal.

This is a time turner, Harry.

McGonagall gave it to me first term.

This is how I've been getting to my lessons all year.

You mean we've gone back in time? Yes.

Dumbledore obviously wanted us to return to this moment.

Clearly something happened. He wants us to change.

Good punch.

Thanks. Come on, let's go.

Malfoy's coming.

Run, go away from me.

I don't want a word to anyone, understood?

Okay. I'm going to get that jumped up in my blood. Mark my words.

That felt good.

Good. Brilliant.

Come on. We should be at Hagrid's.

Look. Buckbeak's still alive.

Of course.

Remember what Dumbledore said.

If we succeed, more than one innocent life could be spared.

Let's go.

Here they come.

I'd better hurry.

Fudge has to see Buckbeak before we steal him.

Otherwise he'll think Hagrid set him free.

That's Pettigrew.

Harry, you can't. Hermione, that's the man who betrayed my parents. You don't

expect me to just sit here. Yes, and you must.

Harry, you're in Hagrid's hut now.

If you just go bursting in, you'll think you've gone mad.

Awful things happen to wizards who meddle with time, Harry.

We can't be seen.

Fudge is coming.

We aren't leaving.

Why aren't we leaving?

There are many changes, I think, looking round.

Are you mad?

Ow!

That hurt. Sorry.

Come on, we're coming out the back door.

Go!

Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?

What?

I thought I just saw... Never mind.

Let's go!

Okay, go, Harry, go!

Alright, get off!

Minister, I

really

think I should sign as well.

Yes, very well.

Keep trying.

Come on.

Buckbeak. Okay. Quickly. Hurry up. Okay.

Your name only.

It's such a very long name.

Hurry up now, Buckbeak. Okay.

Come on.

And here we are, follow me. Now look there.

Where? Look, beyond the rocks.

What am I the first to see?

Professor Dibbitt had that ling planted when he was headmaster.

Oh, yes, indeed, indeed.

And all the strawberries, you see.

Strawberries? I see no strawberries.

Over there.

Over there, look.

Let's get this over with.

All right.

But where is it?

I saw the bees just now.

Not a moment ago. How extraordinary.

Buckbeak.

Oh, come now, Dumbledore.

Someone's obviously been missing.

I don't think the minister was suggesting that you had anything to do

with this, Hagrid. After all, how could you? You've been with us all the time.

Well, we... Well, well, we must touch the ground.

Well, touch the skies if you must, minister.

Meanwhile, I'd like a nice cup of tea.

or a large brandy. Oh, executioner, your services are no longer required.

Thank you.

You'll find no small glasses in this house.

We saved Sirius. How?

No idea.

Look, it's Lupin. Immobile.

And Snape's coming.

And now we wait.

And now we wait.

At least someone's enjoying themselves.

Yeah.

Hermione? Yeah?

Before, down by the lake when I was with Sirius, I did see someone.

That someone made the Dementors go away.

With the Patronus, I heard Snape telling Dumbledore.

According to him, only a really powerful wizard could have conjured it.

It was my dad.

It was my dad who conjured the Patronus. Harry, your dad's... Dead, I know.

I'm just telling you what I saw.

Here we come.

You see Sirius talking to me there?

Mm-hmm.

He's asking me to come and live with him. That's great.

When we free him, I'll never have to go back to the Dursleys.

It'll just be me and him.

We could live in the country.

Someplace you can see the sky.

I think you'll like that after all those years in Azkaban.

What are you doing? Saving your life.

Thanks.

Right, now it's time for us.

Yeah, I didn't think about that.

Run!

Poor Professor Lubin's having a really tough night.

Sirius!

Come on!

Don't worry.

My dad will come.

He'll conjure the Patronus.

Any minute now.

Right there. You'll see.

Harry, listen to me.

No one's coming.

Don't worry. He will. He will come.

Sirius. We're dying.

Both of you.

Harry!

Expecto Patronum!

It wasn't my dad I saw earlier.

It was me.

I saw myself conjuring the Patronus before.

I knew I could do it this time because... Well, I'd already done it.

Does that make sense?

No!

I'll be forever grateful for this.

To both of you.

I want to go with you. One day, perhaps.

For some time, my life will be too unpredictable.

And besides, you're meant to be here.

But you're innocent.

And you know it.

And for now, that'll do.

I expect you're tired of hearing this.

Except your eyes.

Yeah. My mother's eyes.

It's cruel that I got to spend so much time with James and Lily and you so

little.

But know this.

The ones that love us never really leave us.

And you can always find them.

You really are the brightest witch of your age.

We have to go.

Well? He's free.

We did it. Did what?

Good night.

How did you get there?

I was talking to you there.

Hello there.

What's he talking about, Harry?

I don't know.

Honestly, Ron, how can somebody be in two places at once?

Hello, Harry.

I saw you coming.

I've looked worse, believe me.

You've been sacked.

No.

No, I resigned, actually.

Resigned? Why?

Well, it seems that somebody...

Let's slip the nature of my condition.

This time tomorrow, the owls will start arriving and parents will not want a,

um... Well, someone like me teaching their children.

But Dumbledore... Dumbledore has already risked enough on my behalf.

Besides, people like me are, um... Well, let's just say that I'm used to it by

now.

Why do you look so miserable, Harry?

None of it made any difference.

I had to go escape.

Didn't make any difference? Harry, it made all the difference in the world.

You helped uncover the truth. You saved an innocent man from a terrible fate.

It made a great deal of difference.

If I am proud of anything, it is of how much you

have learned this year.

Since I am no longer your teacher, I feel no guilt whatsoever about giving

this back to you.

So now I'll say goodbye, Harry.

I feel sure we'll meet again sometime.

Until then, mischief managed.

Back I said.

All right, all right. Take it upstairs. You don't settle.

Harry!

Where ever did you get it? Can I have a go, Harry?

After you, of course. What are you talking about? Quiet.

Let the man through.

I didn't mean to open it, Harry. It was badly wrapped and they made me do it.

Did not.

It's a firebolt. It's the fastest broom in the world.

For me?

But who sent it?

No one knows.

This came with it.

Go on, Harry. Yeah, let's see. How fast is it, Harry?

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

Thank you.

Misliff managed.