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(ominous, eerie tones)

(eerie tones grow louder)

(quiet, mysterious

theme playing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- BROADCAST HOST: - I don't know about you...

- it's just too hot today, - isn't it?

- And it's going - to get even worse.

Temperatures up

in the mid-30s Celsius...

that's the mid-90s Fahrenheit.

- Tomorrow, - maybe even hitting a hundred.

So please remember to cover up

and stay cool...

(weather report fading out)

WOMAN:

time to go home.

Come on, guys,

Come on, love,

off you get.

- BOY: - Do we have to?

WOMAN:

Yes, we do.

(fading): I'll make

your favorite dinner...

(boys laughing, chatting)

HARRY:

Hey, Big D.

Beat up another ten-year-old?

This one deserved it.

- OTHERS: - Yeah.

Five against one...

very brave.

Well, you're one to talk.

- Moaning in your sleep - every night.

At least I'm not

afraid of my pillow.

(laughter)

"Don't kill Cedric!"

Who's Cedric, your boyfriend?

(derisive laughter)

"He's going

to kill me, Mum!"

Where is your mum?

Where is your mum,

Potter?

She dead?

Is she dead?

(laughter)

- OTHERS: - Whoa...!

(laughter)

(laughter continues)

(wind rushing)

- Uh, Dudley... - Dudley...

Dudley, let's go on home.

(boys talking indistinctly)

- BOY: - What's going on?

What are you doing?

I'm not doing anything.

- We're getting - out of here, Dudley!

- Come on, Dudley! - Hurry up!

(wind roaring)

(rumbling)

(wind whipping)

(thunder rumbling)

(both panting,

footsteps pounding)

(water trickling)

(electrical buzzing)

(train clacking in distance)

(gasps, grunts)

HARRY (grunting):

Dudley, run!

(grunts, yells)

(gasping)

(groaning)

(yells)

(loud snap)

(grunts)

(gasping breaths)

Expecto Patronum!

(trembling breaths)

(hissing)

(trembling, whimpering)

Mrs. Figg.

(wheels squeaking)

Don't put away your wand,

Harry.

They might

come back.

Dementors

in Little Whinging?

Whatever next?

The whole world's

gone topsy-turvy.

- I don't understand. - How'd you know about...

Dumbledore asked me

to keep an eye on you.

Dumbledore?

You know Dumbledore?

Uh-huh.

After You-Know-Who

- killed that poor - Diggory boy last year,

- did you expect - him to let you

- go wandering - around on your own?

Good Lord, boy,

- they told me - you were intelligent.

Now, get inside

and stay there.

- I expect someone - will be in touch soon.

- (whispers): - Whatever happens,

don't leave the house.

- It is hot! - That's right, hot everywhere.

- There's sweat, there's stifling, - the sun is just burning...

(door opens)

(footsteps approach)

Duddy?

Vernon,

come quick.

(whispers): You have to

take him to a hospital.

Who did this to you, boy?

(quiet whimpering)

VERNON:

Happy, are we now?

Eh? You've finally done it.

You've finally driven him loopy!

(whispers): Vernon!

Don't say that!

Well, j-just look

at him, Petunia.

Our boy is gone yumpy!

- I've reached my limit, - do you hear?

This is the last I'm gonna take

of you and your nonsense!

- (owl screeches, - package thuds)

(Vernon whimpering)

♪ ♪

(screeching)

Dear Mr. Potter...

- (whispers): - What?

- ...the Ministry - has received intelligence

that at 6:23 this evening,

you performed

the Patronus Charm

in the presence of a Muggle.

As a clear violation

of the Decree

for the Reasonable Restriction

of Underage Sorcery,

you are hereby expelled

from Hogwarts School

of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Hoping you are well,

Mafalda Hopkirk.

Justice.

(crying, whimpering)

(mumbling, whimpering)

(mouthing words)

(screeches)

(squeaks)

Sorry, Hedwig.

(thunder rumbling)

(quiet, ominous theme plays)

♪ ♪

(zapping)

♪ ♪

(clock ticking)

(clattering in distance)

(ominous theme intensifying)

(panting)

(zapping)

- TONKS (whispers): - Very clean, these Muggles.

MOODY: Tonks,

for God's sake!

Professor Moody.

- What are - you doing here?

- Rescuing you, - of course.

(hinges squeak)

- HARRY: - Where are we going?

- The letter said that I've been - expelled from Hogwarts.

- Well, you haven't been, - not yet.

- Kingsley, - you take point.

But the letter said...

- the Minister to suspend - your expulsion

pending a formal hearing.

- A hearing? - Uh-huh.

- Don't worry, Harry, - we'll explain everything

- when we get back - to headquarters.

Shh! Not here,

Nymphadora.

Don't call me Nymphadora.

(brooms revving)

- Stay in formation, - everyone.

Don't break ranks

if one of us is killed.

(whooshing)

(loud whooshing)

(rousing adventure theme plays)

♪ ♪

(deep whooshing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(truck beeping steadily)

WORKER:

In that corner!

MOODY:

Come on.

(siren wails in distance)

(staff thumping)

(chimes tinkling)

(rumbling grows louder)

(rumbling, crackling,

creaking continue)

(audience laughter on TV)

(gasps, exhales)

(rattling, creaking)

(rumbling stops)

(door creaking softly)

(man talking indistinctly

in distance)

(second man speaking

indistinctly)

(both men speaking)

MAN 1:

We must trust Dumbledore.

MAN 2:

I say it's time to take action.

Ooh!

- (indistinct conversation - continues)

MRS. WEASLEY: Shh!

Keep your voices down.

SIRIUS: stronger and stronger

by the minute!

We have to act now.

Harry.

Mrs. Weasley.

Heavens, you're all right!

(Mrs. Weasley laughs)

- Bit peaky, but I'm afraid - dinner will have to wait

- until after - the meeting's finished.

About that...

No. No time to explain.

Straight upstairs,

first door on the left.

Yeah.

(panting)

KREACHER:

Mudblood and werewolves,

and traitors and thieves.

If my poor Mistress

knew the scum

they've let into her house,

what would she say

to old Kreacher?

Oh, the shame.

(door creaks)

(quiet, ominous theme plays)

- PORTRAIT: - Freaks.

- KREACHER: - There, there, Mistress.

- PORTRAIT: - Scum of the earth.

- Not like it was - in the days...

Kreacher is here.

(door creaks)

Oh, Harry!

Are you all right?

We've heard them talking

about the dementor attack.

You must tell us

everything.

- Let a man breathe, - Hermione.

- And this hearing - at the Ministry!

It's just outrageous!

I've looked it up...

they simply can't expel you.

It's completely unfair.

Yeah.

There's a lot of that

going around at the moment.

So, what is this place?

It's headquarters.

- Of the Order - of the Phoenix.

It's a secret society...

Dumbledore formed it

- back when they first - fought You-Know-Who.

You couldn't have put any

of this in a letter, I suppose?

I've gone all summer

without a scrap of news.

We wanted to write, mate.

Really, we did.

Only...

Only what?

- Only Dumbledore made us swear - not to tell you anything.

Dumbledore said that?

But why would he want

to keep me in the dark?

- I mean, maybe - I could help.

- After all, - I'm the one

- who saw Voldemort return; - I'm the one who fought him;

- I'm the one who saw - Cedric Diggory get killed.

Harry.

- Thought we heard - your dulcet tones.

- Don't bottle it up, - though, mate.

Let it out.

- Anyway, if you're - all done shouting...

- Do you want - to hear something

a little more interesting?

- SIRIUS: If anyone has - a right to know, it's Harry.

If it wasn't for Harry,

we wouldn't even know

- (voice amplified): - Voldemort was back.

He's not a child, Molly.

MRS. WEASLEY:

He's not an adult, either!

He's not James, Sirius.

MRS. WEASLEY:

He's as good as.

Who else has he got?

- SIRIUS: - He's got me.

- SNAPE: - How touchingly paternal, Black.

Perhaps Potter will grow up

- to be a felon, - just like his godfather.

- SIRIUS: You stay - out of this, Snivelus.

Snape's part

of the Order?

Git.

(meows)

(Snape and Sirius

continue talking)

- (whispers): - Quick! Get it up.

- (whispers): - Crookshanks.

Stop it.

(meows)

Crookshanks,

leave it alone!

- RON: - Hermione,

I hate your cat.

- (whispers): - Bad Crookshanks!

(Ron chuckles)

Well, we'll be eating

down in the kitchen.

Oh! Just because

you're allowed to use magic now

does not mean you have to whip

your wands out for everything!

Hi, Mom.

You hungry, Harry?

- You sure you're - all right, Harry?

- You gave us - quite a turn.

SIRIUS:

Harry Potter.

Sirius!

(laughs)

Oh!

(girls laughing)

- MR. WEASLEY: - This is very, very, peculiar.

- It seems that - your hearing at the Ministry

- is to be before - the entire Wizenagamot.

- HARRY: - I don't understand.

What has the Ministry of Magic

got against me?

Show him.

He'll find out

soon enough.

SIRIUS: He's been attacking

Dumbledore as well.

Fudge is using

all his power,

including his influence

at the Daily Prophet, to...

smear anyone who claims

the Dark Lord

has returned.

Why?

HARRY:

- The Minister thinks - Dumbledore's after his job.

- But that's insane... - no one in their right mind

- could believe - that Dumbledore...

Exactly the point.

- Fudge isn't - in his right mind.

It's been twisted

and warped by fear.

Now, fear makes people do

terrible things, Harry.

- The last time - Voldemort gained power,

he almost destroyed

- everything we hold - most dear.

Now he has returned,

and I'm afraid the Minister

will do almost anything

to avoid facing

that terrifying truth.

SIRIUS: We think

Voldemort wants

to build up his army again.

- 14 years ago, - he had

huge numbers at his command,

- and not just - witches and wizards

but all manner

of dark creatures.

- He's been - recruiting heavily,

and we've been attempting

to do the same.

But gathering followers

isn't the only thing

he's interested in.

(Moody clears throat)

We believe...

Voldemort may be

after something.

Sirius.

Something he didn't have

last time.

You mean, like a weapon?

- MRS. WEASLEY: - No. That's enough.

He's just a boy!

You say much more and you

might as well induct him

into the Order straightaway.

If Voldemort's raising an army,

then I want to fight.

(snoring)

MAN (echoing whisper):

Harry.

HOPKIRK:

You are hereby expelled.

MR. WEASLEY: before

the entire Wizenagamot.

(eerie tones playing)

- MR. WEASLEY: - Trains... underground.

Ingenious, these Muggles.

(man speaking indistinctly

over P.A. system)

Ah...

Here we are.

I've never used

the visitor's entrance before.

Should be fun.

Good. Good.

I'll just get

my Muggle money.

(coins clinking)

Ah.

(bell dings)

♪ ♪

(quiet, mysterious

theme playing)

- Terrible day - yesterday.

Lost a lot of

galleons trading...

- Daily Prophet, - ladies and gentlemen.

Anybody for Daily Prophet?

Dumbledore: is he daft

or is he dangerous?

♪ ♪

Morning, Arthur.

Morning, Bob.

(whispers):

Interdepartmental memos.

We used to use owls.

The mess was unbelievable.

Merlin's beard.

Thank you, Kingsley.

They've changed the time

of your hearing.

When is it?

In five minutes.

WOMAN'S VOICE:

Department of Mysteries.

do the right thing.

Yes, but we must be...

Remember, during the hearing,

speak only when

you're spoken to.

Keep calm.

You've done nothing wrong.

As the Muggles say,

"truth will out."

Yes?

I'm not allowed in,

I'm afraid.

Good luck, Harry.

(gavel pounding)

Disciplinary hearing

of the 12th of August

into offenses committed

by Harry James Potter,

resident at number

4 Privet Drive,

- Little Whinging, - Surrey.

Interrogators

Cornelius Oswald Fudge,

Minister...

Albus Percival

Wolfrick...

Brian...

Dumbledore.

You-you got our message

that the time and place

- of the hearing had - been changed, did you?

I must have missed it,

but by a happy mistake,

I arrived at the Ministry

three hours early.

Charges?

The charges against the accused

are as follows:

that he did knowingly

and in full awareness

- of the illegality - of his actions

produce

a Patronus Charm

in the presence

of a Muggle.

Do you deny producing

said Patronus?

No, but...

- that you were - forbidden to use

magic outside school

while under the age of 17?

Yes, I was, but...

of the Wizenagamot...

I was only doing it

because of the dementors.

(murmuring)

Dementors?

In Little Whinging?

That's quite clever.

Muggles can't see dementors,

can they, boy?

Highly convenient.

- There were two of them, - and if I hadn't...

Enough.

- I'm sorry to interrupt what - I'm sure would have been a very

well-rehearsed story,

but since you can

produce no witnesses

of the event...

- DUMBLEDORE: - Pardon me, Minister.

But as it happens,

we can.

Please describe

the attack.

What did they look like?

Well...

one of them was very large

and the other rather skinny.

FUDGE:

Not the boys,

the dementors.

Oh, right, right.

Uh, well, um, big...

cloaked...

Then everything

went cold,

as though all the happiness

had gone from the world.

Now, look here.

Dementors don't just wander

into a Muggle suburb

and happen

across a wizard.

The-the odds are astronomical.

- DUMBLEDORE: I don't think - anyone would believe that

the dementors were there

by coincidence, Minister.

(Umbridge

clears throat)

I'm sure I must have

misunderstood you, Professor.

Dementors are,

after all,

under the control

of the Ministry of Magic.

It's so silly of me,

but it sounded for a moment

as though you were suggesting

that the Ministry

had ordered the attack

on this boy.

- DUMBLEDORE: That would - be disturbing indeed,

Madam Undersecretary.

- Which is why I'm sure - the Ministry will be mounting

a full-scale inquiry into why

the two dementors were

- so very far - from Azkaban

and why they mounted an attack

without authorization.

Of course,

there is someone...

who might be behind

the attack.

Cornelius...

I implore you to see reason.

The evidence that

the Dark Lord has returned

is incontrovertible.

He's not back.

DUMBLEDORE:

In the matter of Harry Potter,

the law clearly states

that magic may be used

before Muggles

in life-threatening situations.

Laws can be changed

if necessary, Dumbledore.

- Clearly, it's become - practice to hold

a full criminal trial

to deal with

a simple matter

of underage magic.

(murmuring)

Those in favor of conviction.

Those in favor

of clearing the accused

of all charges.

- (quiet, suspenseful - theme plays)

Cleared of all charges.

(gavel bangs)

Professor...

(man speaking indistinctly

over P.A. system)

(barking)

Padfoot,

are you barking mad?

You'll blow

the entire operation.

(whistle blowing)

- Sirius, what are you doing here? - If somebody sees you...

SIRIUS: I had to see

you off, didn't I?

What's life

without a little risk?

- I don't want to see you - get shut back in Azkaban.

- Oh, don't worry - about me.

Anyway...

I wanted you

to have this.

Original Order

of the Phoenix.

Marlene McKinnon...

she was killed two weeks

after this was taken.

Voldemort wiped out

her entire family.

- That's Frank - and Alice Longbottom.

- HARRY: - Neville's parents.

- They suffered a fate - worse than death,

if you ask me.

It's been 14 years...

and still a day

doesn't go by I don't

miss your dad.

Do you really think there's

going to be a war, Sirius?

It feels like

it did before.

You keep it.

Anyway, I suppose you're

the young ones now.

(whistle blowing)

(people chattering)

WOMAN:

Good-bye, Johnny.

I love you.

Hold my hand.

Bye!

(eerie voices whispering

indistinctly)

(rattling)

(train chugging)

(mysterious theme playing)

♪ ♪

- I'm surprised the Ministry - is still letting you

- walk around free, - Potter.

- You better enjoy it - while you can.

I expect there's a cell in

Azkaban with your name on it.

- What'd I tell you? - Complete nutter.

Just stay away from me!

It's only Malfoy.

What do you expect?

(quiet, indistinct

conversation)

♪ ♪

Hi, guys.

- OTHERS: - Hi, Neville.

(carriage wheels

clattering)

(soft snort)

What is it?

What's what?

HARRY: That, pulling

the carriage.

Nothing's pulling

the carriage, Harry.

It's pulling itself,

like always.

(creature snuffling)

You're not

going mad.

I can see them, too.

You're just as sane as I am.

Everyone, this is

Loony Love...

Luna Lovegood.

What an interesting

necklace.

It's a charm, actually.

Keeps away the Nargles.

Hungry.

I hope there's pudding.

RON:

What's a Nargle?

HERMIONE (whispers):

No idea.

(students chattering)

- DUMBLEDORE: - Good evening, children.

(students quiet)

- Now, we have two changes - in staffing this year.

We're pleased to welcome back

Professor Grubbly-Plank,

who will be taking care

of Magical Creatures

while Professor Hagrid

is on temporary leave.

We also wish to welcome

our new Defense Against

The Dark Arts teacher,

Professor Delores Umbridge.

(chuckles)

And I'm sure you'll all join me

- in wishing - the professor good luck.

As usual, our caretaker,

Mr. Filch,

has asked me to remind you...

(clears throat)

She was at my hearing.

She works for Fudge.

UMBRIDGE: Thank you,

Headmaster, for those

kind words of welcome.

And how lovely

to see all your bright,

happy faces

smiling up at me.

I'm sure we're all going to be

very good friends.

That's likely.

The Ministry of Magic

has always considered

the education of

young witches and wizards

to be of vital importance.

Although each headmaster

has brought something

new to this historic school...

progress

for the sake

of progress

must be discouraged.

Let us preserve

what must be preserved,

perfect what can be perfected

and prune practices

that ought to be

(whispers):

prohibited.

(chuckles)

- DUMBLEDORE: - Thank you, Professor Umbridge.

That really was

most illuminating.

- RON: - Illuminating?

Now, as I was saying...

What's it mean?

DUMBLEDORE: magic is

forbidden in the corridors.

It means the Ministry

is interfering at Hogwarts.

(students chattering)

- GIRL (whispers): - Quiet.

(everyone quiets)

- HARRY: - Dean, Seamus,

good holiday?

All right.

- Better than Seamus's, - anyway.

Me mum didn't want me

to come back this year.

Why not?

- Let me see... - uh, because of you.

- The Daily Prophet's - been saying

- a lot of things - about you, Harry,

- and about - Dumbledore as well.

- What, and your mum - believes them?

Well, nobody was there

the night Cedric died.

- Oh, well, I guess you - should read the Prophet then,

like your stupid mother.

- It'll tell you everything - you need to know.

- Don't you dare talk about - my mother like that.

- I'll have a go at anyone - that calls me a liar.

- RON: - What's going on?

- He's mad is - what's going on.

- Do you believe the rubbish - he's come out with

about You-Know-Who?

Yeah, I do.

Does anyone else got

a problem with Harry?

You all right?

Fine.

Seamus was bang

out of order, mate.

But he'll come

through, you'll see.

I said I'm fine, Ron!

Right.

I'll just leave you

to your thoughts, then.

(hissing, rattling)

- (eerie voices whispering - indistinctly)

(slithering)

(panting)

(soft growling)

(deep growling)

- (whispering): - Harry...

(rattling)

(gasps loudly)

(panting)

(laughter)

(indistinct conversations)

(chuckles, blows)

Go on, Seamus.

Go on, go on, get it.

(laughter)

(fluttering)

(boys groaning)

Good morning, children.

Ordinary Wizarding

Level Examinations.

O-W-L's.

More commonly known as OWLs.

Study hard

and you will be rewarded.

Fail to do so, and the

consequences may be severe.

Your previous instruction

in this subject

has been

disturbingly uneven.

But you'll be pleased to know

- from now on, - you will be following

a carefully structured,

Ministry-approved course

of defensive magic.

Yes?

There's nothing in here

about using defensive spells.

- Using spells? - (chuckles)

Well, I can't imagine

why you would need to use

spells in my classroom.

- We're not going - to use magic?

You will be learning

about defensive spells

in a secure, risk-free way.

- HARRY: - Well, what use is that?

- If we're going to be attacked, - it won't be risk-free.

Students will raise their hands

when they speak in my class.

It is the view of the Ministry

that a theoretical knowledge

will be sufficient

to get you through

your examinations,

which, after all, is

what school is all about.

And how's theory

supposed to prepare us

for what's out there?

- There is nothing - out there, dear.

- Who do you imagine - would want to attack children,

like yourself?

Oh, I don't know,

maybe Lord Voldemort.

(whispering, murmuring)

(pencil drops)

Now let me make this...

quite plain.

You have been told

that a certain

dark wizard is

at large once again.

This... is...

a... lie.

It's not a lie.

- I saw him! - I fought him!

Detention, Mr. Potter!

- Cedric Diggory dropped dead - of his own accord?

Cedric Diggory's death

was a tragic accident.

- It was murder... Voldemort - killed him! You must know that!

- (shrieks): - Enough!

(softly):

Enough.

See me later,

Mr. Potter, my office.

(giggles)

(quiet, suspenseful theme)

(cats meowing)

(knocking)

(purring)

Come in.

(meowing)

Good evening,

Mr. Potter.

Sit.

(meowing)

(purring)

- some lines for me today, - Mr. Potter.

No, not with

your quill.

You're going to be using

a rather special one of mine.

Now... I want you

to write...

"I must not

tell lies."

How many times?

Well, let's say...

for as long as it takes

for the message to sink in.

You haven't

given me any ink.

Oh, you won't need

any ink.

(meowing)

(groaning)

(groans)

(cat meowing)

Yes?

Nothing.

That's right.

Because you know,

deep down,

you deserve

to be punished.

Don't you,

Mr. Potter?

Go on.

(rock music playing)

Skiving Snackboxes.

- Sweets that - make you ill.

- Get you out of class - whenever you like.

- Obtain hours - of pleasure

- from unprofitable - boredom.

(groaning)

RON: I'm not asking you

to write all of it for me.

- HERMIONE: - Oh, please.

- RON: It's just, - I've been busy studying

- for these - stupid OWL exams.

- I'll do the introduction, - that's all.

Hermione, you're honestly

- the most wonderful person - I've ever met.

If I'm ever rude to you again...

I'll know you've gone

back to normal.

What's wrong

with your hand?

Nothing.

The other hand.

- You've got to tell - Dumbledore.

No.

Dumbledore's got enough

on his mind right now.

Anyway, I don't want to give

Umbridge the satisfaction.

Bloody hell, Harry,

the woman is torturing you.

- If the parents - knew about this...

Yeah, well, I haven't got

any folks, have I, Ron?

Harry, you've got

to report this.

- It's perfectly simple. - You're being...

No, it's not.

Hermione, whatever this is,

it's not simple.

You don't understand.

Then help us to.

(screeching)

- HARRY: - "Dear Padfoot,

"I hope you're all right.

- "It's starting - to get colder here.

"Winter is definitely

on the way.

"In spite of being

back at Hogwarts,

"I feel more alone than ever.

(distant howling)

I know you, of all people,

will understand."

(howling)

(howling)

Hello, Harry Potter.

Your feet.

Aren't they cold?

A bit.

Unfortunately, all my shoes

have mysteriously disappeared.

I suspect Nargles

are behind it.

- HARRY: - What are they?

- LUNA: - They're called thestrals.

(loud cry)

They're quite gentle, really,

but people avoid them

because they're a bit...

(baby thestral screeching)

Different.

But why can't

the others see them?

They can only be seen

by people who've seen death.

So... you've known

someone who's died then?

My mum.

She was quite

an extraordinary witch,

but she did like

to experiment,

- and one day, - one of her spells

went badly wrong.

I was nine.

I'm sorry.

(screeches)

I do feel very sad

about it sometimes.

But I've got Dad.

- We both believe you, - by the way.

(screeching)

That He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named

is back

- and you fought him, - and the Ministry and the Prophet

- are conspiring against you - and Dumbledore.

Thanks.

It seems you're about

the only ones that do.

- I don't think - that's true.

But I suppose that's how

he wants you to feel.

What do you mean?

Well, if I were

You-Know-Who,

I'd want you to feel cut off

from everyone else,

because, if it's just you alone,

you're not as much

of a threat.

(indistinct conversations)

Do you ever

stop eating?

What? I'm hungry.

Harry.

Can I join you?

UMBRIDGE:

Pardon me, Professor,

- but what exactly - are you insinuating?

I am merely requesting

that when it comes

to my students, you conform

to the prescribed

disciplinary practices.

So silly of me,

but it sounds

as if you're questioning my

authority in my own classroom.

Minerva.

Not at all, Delores.

Merely your

medieval methods.

I... am sorry, dear.

- But to question - my practices

- is to question - the Ministry,

and by extension,

the Minister himself.

I am a tolerant woman,

but the one thing I will not

stand for is disloyalty.

Disloyalty.

Things at Hogwarts are

far worse than I feared.

Cornelius will want

to take immediate action.

(flashbulbs popping)

(reporters shouting)

FUDGE: Having already

revolutionized the teaching

of Defense Against

the Dark Arts,

Delores Umbridge, will,

as High Inquisitor,

have powers to address

the seriously falling

standards at Hogwarts School.

(gasping)

Dream it...

You've been in this post

how long exactly?

(grunting)

(yelping)

You applied first

for the Defense Against

the Dark Arts post,

is that correct?

Yes.

But you were unsuccessful?

Obviously.

(snickering)

(crowd cheering)

(crowd groaning)

(hammering continues)

(all gasping)

Could you please predict

something for me?

I'm sorry?

(indistinct singing)

Move those mouths.

One teensy little prophesy?

Pity.

No, wait, wait, no.

- I think I do see - something.

- Yes. I do. - Something dark.

You... are in grave danger.

Lovely.

(indistinct conversations)

Cho, what's going on?

It's Professor Trelawney.

(murmuring)

TRELAWNEY:

Oh...

I... uh...

(doors rattle shut)

Oh...

Six...

16 years I've...

- I've lived - and taught here.

Hogwarts is my home.

(crying): You...

you can't do this.

Actually, I can.

(sobbing)

- Something you'd - like to say, dear?

Oh, there are several things

I would like to say.

There. Shh, shh.

(doors rattling,

rumbling open)

(Trelawney whimpers)

DUMBLEDORE:

Professor McGonagall,

might I ask you to escort

Sybil back inside?

Sybil, dear...

Oh, I...

This way.

Thank you.

- UMBRIDGE: - Dumbledore,

may I remind you that,

under the terms

of Educational Decree Number 23,

as enacted by the Minister...

You have the right

to dismiss my teachers.

- You do not, however, - have the authority

- to banish them - from the grounds.

That power remains

with the headmaster.

For now.

(thunder rumbles)

Don't you all have

studying to do?!

Professor!

Professor!

Professor Dumbledore.

Professor!

Professor Dumbledore.

- HERMIONE: - That foul, evil old gargoyle!

We're not learning how

to defend ourselves.

We're not learning

how to pass our OWLs.

She's taking over

- FUDGE (over radio): - ...and security has been

and will remain the Ministry's

top priority.

Furthermore, we have

convincing evidence

that these disappearances

are the work

of notorious mass murderer

Sirius Black.

(fire crackling)

- SIRIUS (whispers): - Harry!

Sirius.

- What are - you doing here?

- SIRIUS: - Answering your letter.

- You said you were - worried about Umbridge.

What's she doing?

- Training you - to kill half-breeds?

- Sirius, she's not letting us - use magic at all.

Well, I'm not surprised.

The latest intelligence

is that Fudge doesn't want you

trained in combat.

- RON: - Combat?

What does he think,

- we're forming some sort - of wizard army?

- Well, that's exactly - what he thinks.

- That Dumbledore is assembling - his own forces

to take on the Ministry.

He's becoming more

paranoid by the minute.

The others wouldn't want me

telling you this, Harry,

but things aren't going

at all well with the Order.

Fudge is blocking the truth

at every turn,

and these disappearances are

just how it started before.

Voldemort is on the move.

Well, what can we do?

Someone's coming.

I'm sorry I can't be

of more help,

but for now at least,

it looks like you're

on your own.

(thunder rumbling in distance)

(thunder crashing)

He really is out there,

isn't he?

We've got to be able

to defend ourselves.

- And if Umbridge refuses - to teach us how,

we need someone

who will.

(thunder crashing)

(thunder crashing)

(wind whistling)

VOLDEMORT (whispers):

Harry...

- HARRY: - This is mad.

Who'd want to be taught by me?

I'm a nutter, remember?

- RON: Look on - the bright side.

You can't be any worse

than old toad face.

Thanks, Ron.

I'm here for you,

mate.

Who's supposed

to be meeting us then?

HERMIONE:

Just a couple of people.

(door creaking)

Lovely spot.

(bleating)

(cowbell jangling)

- HERMIONE: - I thought it would be safer

- somewhere off - the beaten track.

TAVERN KEEPER: Hey,

Mitzi, come back here!

Um... hi.

So... you all know

why we're here.

We need a teacher.

A proper teacher.

One who's had real experience

defending themselves

against the Dark Arts.

Why?

- 'Cause You-Know-Who's back, - you tosspot.

So he says.

- HERMIONE: - So Dumbledore says.

- So Dumbledore says - because he says.

The point is,

where's the proof?

- If Potter could - tell us more

- about how Diggory - got killed...

I'm not going to talk

about Cedric,

so if that's why you're here,

you might as well clear out now.

- Come on, Hermione, let's go. - They're just here

- 'cause they all think - I'm some sort of freak.

Harry, wait.

produce a Patronus Charm?

HERMIONE:

Yes.

I've seen it.

- Blimey, Harry, I didn't know - you could do that.

- NEVILLE: And he killed - a Basilisk

with the sword

in Dumbledore's office.

It's true.

Third year, he fought off

about 100 dementors at once.

- And last year, - he really did

- fight off You-Know-Who - in the flesh.

Wait.

Look, it all sounds great

when you say it like that,

but the truth is,

most of that was just luck.

I didn't know what I was

doing half the time,

- I nearly always - had help.

- He's just - being modest.

No, Hermione, I'm not.

Facing this stuff in real life

is not like school.

- In school, - if you make a mistake,

you can just

try again tomorrow,

but out there...

when you're a second away

from being murdered

or watching a friend die

right before your eyes...

you don't know

what that's like.

You're right,

Harry, we don't.

- That's why we need - your help.

- Because if we're going - to have any chance

of beating...

Voldemort...

He's really back?

(pen scratching)

(sets down pencil)

- HARRY: - Right.

First, we need to find a place

- to practice where - Umbridge won't find out.

The Shrieking Shack?

That's too small.

Forbidden Forest?

- RON: - Not bloody likely.

- Harry, what happens - if Umbridge does find out?

Who cares?

I mean,

it's sort of exciting,

isn't it?

Breaking the rules.

- Who are you and what have you - done with Hermione Granger?

Anyway, at least

we know one positive thing

- that came - from today.

What's that?

Cho couldn't take her eyes

off you, could she?

- HARRY: - Right.

- Over the next few days, - we should each come up

with a couple of possibilities

of places we can practice.

- We've got to make sure - wherever it is,

there's no chance

she can find us.

(speaking quietly)

UMBRIDGE (over P.A.):

All student organizations

are henceforth disbanded.

Any student in noncompliance

will be expelled.

- Watch where you're going, - Longbottom.

(chuckles)

(crackling)

(rumbling)

HERMIONE:

You've done it, Neville.

You've found

the Room of Requirement.

- RON: - The what?

HERMIONE: It's also known

as the Come and Go Room.

- The Room of Requirement - only appears

- when a person has - real need of it

and is always equipped

for the seeker's needs.

- RON: - So... say

you really needed

the toilet...

Charming, Ronald.

But, yes, that is

the general idea.

It's brilliant.

It's like Hogwarts

wants us to fight back.

(creaking, rattling)

Expelliarmus!

(screams)

I'm hopeless.

- You're-you're just flourishing - your wand too much.

Try it like this.

Expelliarmus!

UMBRIDGE:

the approved text four times

You will please copy

to ensure maximum retention.

- There will be no need - to talk.

- No need to think - is more like it.

- NEVILLE (whispers): - Expelliarmus.

- UMBRIDGE: - Wands away.

(rumbling, scraping)

- HARRY: - Stunning is one of the most

useful spells in your arsenal.

It's sort of a wizard's

bread and butter, really.

So, um, come on, then, Nigel.

Give me your best shot.

(sniffs)

Stupefy!

(gasps)

(group murmuring)

Good.

Not bad at all, Nigel...

Well done.

- Don't worry, - I'll go easy on you.

Thanks, Ronald.

Come on, Ron.

(laughter)

Do it.

- (whispers): - One Sickle.

You're on.

Stupefy!

(whimpers)

(murmuring, laughing)

Thank you.

Shut up.

I let her do that.

It's good manners,

isn't it?

(giggling)

It was completely

intentional.

(snoring)

(grunts)

(doorway rumbling open)

Up you come.

Would you like

- HARRY: - Now focus on

the fixed point

and try again.

Expelliarmus!

- Very good. - Keep your concentration.

(whooshing)

Great.

A little higher.

Whoa! (thuds)

I'm okay. I'm okay.

(whimsical theme playing)

Stupefy!

Stupefy!

- UMBRIDGE (over P.A.): - Those wishing to join

the Inquisitorial Squad

for extra credit

may sign up at

the High Inquisitor's Office.

Diminuito!

Working hard is important.

- But there's something - that matters even more.

Stupefy!

Believing in yourself.

Expelliarmus!

There you go.

Think of it this way.

Every great wizard in history

has started out...

as nothing more than

what we are now: students.

If they can do it, why not us?

Stupefy!

Expelliarmus!

Expelliarmus!

(screaming)

Reducto.

♪ ♪

Expelliarmus!

(students chattering)

Expelliarmus!

(gasps)

Did you see that?

(excited chatter)

Fantastic, Neville.

Well done, man.

- HARRY: - So that's it for this lesson.

- Now, we're not - going to be meeting again

until after the holidays.

(groaning)

- So just keep practicing - on your own as best you can.

- And... and well done, - everyone.

Great, great work.

(applause)

Top job, mate.

Thanks.

(students chattering)

See you in the

Common Room, Harry.

Thanks a lot, Harry.

- Merry Christmas, Harry. - Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

- Not at all. - Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Harry.

- Have a good Christmas, - Harry.

Have a great Christmas, Luna.

- We've been thinking, - Harry.

- We could always - slip Umbridge

- some Puking Pastilles - into her tea.

Or Fever Fudge.

- They give you these massive - pus-filled boils right on...

Sounds great, guys.

Would you excuse me?

Are you all right?

I heard Umbridge gave you

a rough time the other day.

Yeah. I'm okay.

Anyways, it's worth it.

It's just, it's just

learning all this...

makes me wonder

whether if he'd known it...

Cedric... Cedric did

know this stuff.

He was really good.

It's just...

Voldemort was better.

- You're a really - good teacher, Harry.

I've never been able

to stun anything before.

(rustling)

Mistletoe.

Probably full

of Nargles, though.

What are Nargles?

I have no idea.

(quiet, gentle theme plays)

RON:

Well, how was it?

Wet.

I mean, she was sort of crying.

That bad at it,

are you?

I'm sure Harry's kissing

was more than satisfactory.

(chuckles softly)

- Cho spends half her time - crying these days.

You'd think a bit of snogging

would cheer her up.

HERMIONE:

Don't you understand

how she must be

feeling?

Well,

obviously, she's

feeling sad about Cedric,

- and therefore confused - about liking Harry,

- and guilty - about kissing him,

- conflicted because - Umbridge is threatening

- to sack her mom from - her job at the Ministry,

- and frightened - of failing her O-W-L's,

because she's so busy

worrying about

everything else.

If one person can feel

all that, they'd explode.

Just because you've got

- the emotional range - of a teaspoon...

(chuckles)

(laughing)

(eerie hissing)

- (low growling): - Harry...

(panting)

(hissing)

SIRIUS: Voldemort may be

after something.

Something he didn't have

last time.

(growling)

VOLDEMORT (whispers):

Harry.

Harry...

(panting)

(low growling)

(gasps)

(growling)

(groaning)

(grunting)

(panting)

DUMBLEDORE:

In the dream,

were you standing

next to the victim?

- Or looking down - at the scene?

Neither.

It was like I...

- Professor, will you please - just tell me what's happening?

Everhardt, Arthur's

on guard duty tonight.

Make sure he's found

by the right people.

- Sir... - Phineas...

- you must go - to your portrait

at Grimmauld Place.

- Tell them that Arthur Weasley - is gravely injured

and his children will be

arriving there soon

by port key.

- EVERHARDT: - They got him, Albus.

- It was close, but they think - he'll make it.

What's more, the Dark Lord

failed to acquire it.

Ah, thank goodness.

Look at me!

(panting)

What's happening to me?

You wished to see me,

Headmaster?

- DUMBLEDORE: - Severus,

I'm afraid we can't wait.

Not even till the morning.

Otherwise, we'll

all be vulnerable.

(door rumbles shut)

SNAPE: It appears

that there is a connection

between the Dark Lord's mind

and your own.

- Whether he is - as yet aware

of this connection is,

for the moment, unclear.

Pray he remains ignorant.

You mean,

if he knows about it, then...

he'll be able to read my mind?

Read it, control it,

unhinge it.

In the past, it was often

the Dark Lord's pleasure

to invade the minds

of his victims,

creating visions designed

to torture them into madness.

Only after extracting

the last

exquisite ounce

of agony,

- only when - he had them

literally begging for death,

would he finally kill them.

Used properly,

- the power of Occlumency - will help shield you

from access

or influence.

In these lessons,

I will attempt

to penetrate your mind.

You will attempt

to resist.

Prepare yourself.

Legilimens!

Harry!

(voices overlapping

indistinctly)

(eerie shriek)

(groaning)

Concentrate, Potter.

Focus.

(ominous theme playing)

(children shouting playfully)

(laughter)

Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas.

(sleigh bells jingling)

MRS. WEASLEY:

Here we go.

Daddy's back.

Oh.

(laughing)

Sit down, everybody, sit down.

- That's it. - Now, presents.

MR. WEASLEY:

And a nice big box for Ron.

- MRS. WEASLEY: - Big box for him.

(children giggling)

Here... oh.

- (chuckles): - Fred and George.

Come on, open up.

I want to see your faces.

- Yes. - Try it on.

- GINNY: - Thanks, Mum, it's perfect.

Just what he wanted,

actually.

- RON: - Thanks, Mum.

MRS. WEASLEY: Come on, then,

everyone, let's clear this away.

Oh, Harry, Harry!

There you are.

Happy Christmas.

- HARRY: - Thank you.

- Lovely to have you - with us.

Thank you.

- Now, Daddy... - pass that to Daddy.

- MR. WEASLEY: - Thank you.

Has everybody got?

- MRS. WEASLEY: - Fred? George? Hermione?

Make sure...

- MR. WEASLEY: - A Christmas toast!

To Mr. Harry Potter...

without whom

I would not be here.

Harry.

- ALL: - Harry.

Harry.

- MR. WEASLEY: - Oh, that is delicious.

- I shall be needing - some more of that.

MRS. WEASLEY:

Well, Daddy...

I can't understand why you

don't want to wear it, Ronald.

'Cause I look like

a bloody idiot, that's why.

HERMIONE: No more

than usual, Ronald.

I don't know why you don't

trust your mother's taste more.

Nasty brat,

standing there as bold as brass.

Harry Potter...

the boy who stopped

the Dark Lord,

friend of Mudbloods

and blood traitors alike.

- If my poor Mistress - only knew....

- SIRIUS: - Kreacher!

That's enough of your bile.

Away with you!

Of course, Master.

Kreacher lives to serve

the noble house of Black.

(Kreacher groans)

Sorry about that.

He never was very pleasant,

even when I was a boy.

Not to me, anyway.

What, what, you grew,

you grew up here?

This is

my parents' house.

- I offered it - to Dumbledore as

headquarters

for the Order.

About the only useful thing

I've been able to do.

This is the Black

family tree.

My deranged cousin.

I hated the lot of them.

My parents with their

pure-blood mania.

My mother did that

after I ran away.

Charming woman.

I was 16.

Where did you go?

Your dad's.

I was always welcome

at the Potters'.

I see him so much in you, Harry.

You are so very much alike.

I'm not so sure.

Sirius, when I was...

When I saw Mr. Weasley attacked,

I wasn't just watching.

I was the snake.

And afterwards,

in Dumbledore's office,

there was a moment

when I, I wanted to...

This connection

between me and Voldemort,

what if the reason

for it is

- that I am becoming - more like him?

I-I just feel

so angry all the time.

And...

what if, after everything

that I've been through,

- something's gone wrong - inside me?

What if I'm becoming bad?

I want you to listen to me

very carefully, Harry.

You're not a bad person.

You're a very good person

who bad things

have happened to.

You understand?

- Besides, - the world isn't

split into good people

and Death Eaters.

We've all got both

light and dark inside of us.

What matters is the part

we choose to act on.

That's who we really are.

(knocking)

Harry, time to go.

When all this is over,

we'll be a proper family.

You'll see.

(quiet, gentle theme plays)

(voices whispering

indistinctly)

(noble theme playing)

(students chattering)

Really?

Harry!

Harry, Hagrid's back.

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

UMBRIDGE: I will say

this one last time.

I'm ordering you to tell me

where you've been.

- HAGRID: - I told you.

- I've been away - for me health.

Your health?

- HAGRID: - Yeah.

Bit of fresh air, you know.

Oh, yes.

As gamekeeper, fresh air must

be difficult to come by.

If I were you, I shouldn't

get too used to being back.

In fact, I mightn't bother

unpacking at all.

(thunder rumbles in distance)

(sniffing)

(spritzing)

(wind whistling)

This is top secret,

right?

Dumbledore sent me to parlay

with the giants.

Giants?!

Shh!

You found them?

- Well, they're not that hard - to find, to be perfectly honest.

They're so big, see?

I tried to convince them

to join the cause.

But I wasn't the only one that

was trying to win them over.

Death Eaters?

- HAGRID: - Yes.

Trying to persuade them

to join You-Know-Who.

And... did they?

- I gave them - Dumbledore's message.

Suppose some of them remember

he was friendly to them,

I suppose.

(sighs)

- And they did - this to you?

Not exactly, no.

Oh, go on,

you have it then,

you dopey dog.

- (thunder rumbling, - wind whistling)

(Fang barking)

(thunder rumbling,

wind whistling)

It's changing out there.

Just like last time.

There's a storm coming, Harry.

We'd all best be ready

when she does.

(eerie voices whispering

indistinctly)

(thunder cracking)

(wind whistling)

(laughing maniacally)

(laughter echoing)

- FUDGE (voice-over): - We have confirmed

- that ten high-security - prisoners,

in the early hours of

yesterday evening, did escape.

And of course,

the Muggle Prime Minister

has been alerted to the danger.

We strongly suspect

that the breakout

was engineered by a man

with personal experience

of escaping from Azkaban,

notorious mass murderer,

Sirius Black...

cousin of escapee

Bellatrix Lestrange.

(screaming)

(excited, indistinct

conversation)

- Dumbledore warned Fudge - this could happen.

- He's gonna get us - all killed

- just 'cause he can't - face the truth.

Harry?

I, uh,

I wanted to apologize.

Now even me mum says

The Prophet's version

of things don't add up.

So, what I'm really trying

to say is that...

I believe you.

HARRY:

Neville?

14 years ago,

a Death Eater

named Bellatrix

Lestrange

used the Cruciatus

Curse on my parents.

She tortured them

for information,

but they never gave in.

I'm quite proud

to be their son.

But I'm not sure I'm ready

for everyone to know just yet.

We're gonna make

them proud, Neville.

That's a promise.

Make it a powerful memory,

the happiest you can remember.

Allow it to fill you up.

Keep trying, Seamus.

Expecto Patronum.

Expecto Patronum!

A full-bodied Patronus is

the most difficult to produce,

but shield forms can also be

equally useful against

Expecto Patronum.

- Oh, wow! - That was great!

Fantastic, Ginny!

Just remember, your Patronus

can only protect you

for as long as you stay focused.

So, focus, Luna.

(apparition squeaks happily)

(giggles)

- HARRY: Think of - the happiest thing you can.

- NEVILLE: - Expecto Patronum.

I-I'm trying.

Expecto Patronum.

This is really

advanced stuff, guys.

You're doing so well.

(apparition barking)

Expecto Patronum.

- (deep rumbling, - glass tinkling)

(deep thud)

(deep thud)

(deep thud)

(deep thud)

(glass crackling)

UMBRIDGE:

I'll make short work of this.

Bombarda Maxima.

(gasps)

Get them!

UMBRIDGE: I've been

watching them for weeks.

- And see, - "Dumbledore's Army"...

proof of what I've

been telling you

- right from the beginning, - Cornelius.

All your fearmongering

about You-Know-Who

never fooled us for a minute.

We saw your lies

for what they were...

a smoke screen for your bid to

seize control of the Ministry.

Naturally.

- No, Professor... - He had nothing to do with it;

- It was me. Most noble - of you, Harry,

to shield me,

but as has been pointed out,

the parchment clearly says

"Dumbledore's Army,"

not "Potter's."

- I instructed Harry - to form

this organization.

And I, and I alone, am

responsible for its activities.

FUDGE: Dispatch an owl

to the Daily Prophet.

- If we hurry, we should still - make the morning edition.

Dawlish, Shacklebolt,

you will escort

Dumbledore to Azkaban

to await trial

for conspiracy

and sedition.

Ah, I thought we might hit

this little snag.

You seem to be laboring

under the delusion

that I'm going to...

What was the phrase?...

come quietly.

Well, I can

tell you this,

I have no intention

of going to Azkaban.

- (whispering): - Enough of this!

Take him!

(shrieking)

(all gasping)

(sighs):

Wha...

Well, you may not

like him, Minister,

but you can't deny...

Dumbledore

has got style.

(grunting)

(thunder rumbling

in distance)

- UMBRIDGE (on P.A.): - Boys and girls

are not permitted to be within

eight inches of each other.

Those wishing to join

the Inquisitorial Squad

for extra credit...

- Students will be submitted - to questioning

about suspected

illicit activities.

Any student in noncompliance

will be expelled.

(men murmuring)

Earthquake!

Hey, uh...!

(men screaming)

(rumbling, clanking)

(quiet, ominous tones playing)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(quiet, somber theme plays)

Harry...

- RON: - You did everything you could.

- No one could win - against that old hag.

HERMIONE: Even Dumbledore

didn't see this coming.

Harry, if it's anyone's

fault, it's ours.

Yeah, we talked you

into it.

Yeah, but I agreed.

I tried so hard to help,

and all it's done

is make things worse.

Anyway, that doesn't

matter anymore.

Because I don't want

to play anymore.

All it does is

make you care too much.

And the more you care,

the more you have to lose.

- So maybe it's - just better to...

HERMIONE:

To what?

To go it alone.

HAGRID:

Psst!

Hagrid.

Any idea where

he's taking us?

Hagrid, why can't you

just tell us?

(neighing in distance)

(rumbling)

(creatures stampeding)

(rumbling continues)

HAGRID: I've never seen

the centaurs so riled.

And they're dangerous

at the best of times.

(sighs)

- The Ministry restricts - their territory much more,

- they're gonna have - a full uprising on their hands.

Hagrid, what's going on?

- I'm sorry to be - so mysterious, you three.

I-I wouldn't be bothering you

at all with it, but...

with Dumbledore gone...

I'll likely be getting the sack

any day now.

- And I just - couldn't leave

without telling someone

about him.

(thunderous footsteps approach)

HAGRID:

Grawpy?

(birds chirping)

Down here,

you great buffoon.

(thunderous footsteps)

(birds squawking)

Grawpy...

brought you

some company.

HAGRID: I couldn't just

leave him, because...

because he's my brother.

- RON (quietly): - Blimey.

- HAGRID: - Well, half-brother, really.

He's completely harmless,

just like I said.

Little high-spirited, is all.

(Hermione screams)

Hagrid, do something!

- You do not grab, - do you?

- That's your new friend, - Hermione.

HAGRID:

Grawpy!

(thump)

(Ron grunts)

HERMIONE:

Grawpy!

Put me down!

Now!

(Hermione thuds onto ground)

(sighs quietly)

- RON: - Are you all right?

Fine.

Just needs

a firm hand, is all.

I think you've got

an admirer.

You just stay away

from her, all right?

(bell dings)

(bell dings)

He gets his own food

and all.

(bell dings)

It's company he'll be needing

(deep thud)

when I'm gone.

You will look

after him, won't you?

I'm the only family

he's got.

(bell dings)

(bell dings)

(bell dinging)

Feeling sentimental?

(whooshing)

(panting):

That's private.

Not to me.

And not to the Dark Lord,

if you don't improve.

Every memory he has access to is

a weapon he can use against you.

You won't last two seconds

if he invades your mind.

(panting)

You're just like

your father: lazy,

arrogant.

- Don't say a word - against my father!

- Weak. - I'm not weak!

Then prove it.

Control your emotions.

Discipline your mind.

Legilimens!

(grunts)

- VOLDEMORT (whispers): - Harry!

- HARRY: - Sirius!

(chuckling)

- (gasps): - Stop it!

Is this what you call control?

We've been at it for hours.

If I could just rest!

The Dark Lord

isn't resting.

You and Black,

you're two of a kind...

- sentimental children - forever whining

about how bitterly unfair

your lives have been.

Well, it may have escaped

your notice, but life

isn't fair.

- Your blessed - father knew that.

In fact, he frequently

saw to it.

My father was a great man!

Legilimens!

(faint, echoing voices)

- JAMES: - Come on, Moony, Padfoot.

Snape!

Expelliarmus!

- Come on, James, - finish him off!

Dad.

Impedimenta.

Snivellus! Greasy!

- JAMES: - Right. Who wants to see me

take off Snivelly's trousers?

SNAPE:

Enough!

Enough.

(panting)

Your lessons are at an end.

I d-d...

Get... out.

(thunder rumbling in distance)

(quiet, melancholy

theme plays)

(boy sobbing)

- FRED: - What's your name?

- BOY: - Michael.

- GEORGE: Your hand's - gonna be fine, Michael.

FRED: Yeah, it's-it's

not as bad as it seems.

See? It's fading already.

- GEORGE: You can hardly - see ours anymore.

- And the pain stops - after a while.

FRED: Yeah.

(Umbridge clears throat)

UMBRIDGE: As I told you

once before, Mr. Potter,

naughty children

deserve to be punished.

- FRED: - You know, George,

- I've always felt - our futures lay outside

- the world of - academic achievement.

Fred, I've been thinking

exactly the same thing.

(pendulum whooshing)

(long sigh)

(loud boom in distance)

(loud boom in distance)

(booming in distance)

(students whispering

indistinctly)

(booming in distance)

(doors creaking open)

(sizzling, crackling)

(popping, whistling)

(whistling, crackling, popping)

- (quietly): - Hm?

All right, Professor!

(raucous laughing, whooping)

(popping)

(popping, whistling)

Here you go!

(whistling, popping)

(gasps)

(yells)

(gasping)

(loud pop)

(whimpering)

Ready when you are!

(laughs)

(whoops)

(loud popping, deep roaring)

(Umbridge whimpers)

(gasping, yelling)

(explosions, whistling)

(explosions stop)

(screams)

(students shouting, cheering)

(laughing, whooping)

(explosions)

(shouting, whooping)

(shouting, whooping continue)

Yes!

(popping continues)

(slow, distorted

popping and shouting)

(slow, distorted popping

and shouting continue)

(distorted, gasping breaths)

(distorted panting)

VOLDEMORT (echoing):

I need that prophecy.

You'll have to kill me.

VOLDEMORT:

Oh, I will... but first

you will

fetch it for me.

(loud zapping)

Crucio!

(grunting in pain)

(Sirius groaning in pain)

Sirius.

- HERMIONE: - Harry, are you sure?

It's just like with Mr. Weasley.

- It's the same door I've been - dreaming about for months,

only I couldn't remember

where I'd seen it before.

Sirius said

Voldemort was after something,

- something he didn't have - the last time, and it's

- in the Department - of Mysteries.

Harry, please, just listen.

(panting)

- What if Voldemort meant - for you to see this?

- What if he's only - hurting Sirius

because he's trying

to get to you?

What if he is?

- I'm supposed - to just let him die?

Hermione, he's

the only family I've got left.

(ominous theme playing)

What do we do?

We'll have to use

the Floo Network.

- HERMIONE: - But Umbridge has

- all the chimneys - under surveillance.

HARRY:

Not all of them.

- HARRY: - Alohomora.

(cats mewing)

(mewing continues)

- HARRY: - Alert the Order if you can.

- Are you mental? - We're going with you.

It's too dangerous.

When are you going

to get it into your head?

We're in this together.

UMBRIDGE:

That... you... are.

Caught this one trying

to help the Weasley girl.

Git.

(cats mewing)

You were going

to Dumbledore, weren't you?

No.

SNAPE: You sent

for me, Headmistress?

Snape. Yes.

- The time has come - for answers,

- whether he wants - to give them to me or not.

Have you brought

the Veritaserum?

I'm afraid you've used up all my

stores interrogating students,

the last of it

on Miss Chang.

Unless you wish

to poison him...

and I assure you,

I would have

the greatest sympathy

if you did...

I cannot help you.

H-He's got Padfoot.

He... he's got Padfoot

at the place where it's hidden.

Padfoot? What is Padfoot?

Where what is hidden?

What is he talking

about, Snape?

No idea.

Very well.

You give me

no choice, Potter.

As this is an issue

of Ministry security,

you leave me with...

no alternative.

The Cruciatus Curse ought

to loosen your tongue.

That's illegal.

doesn't know won't hurt him.

(cats crying and mewing)

(crying, mewing grow louder)

Tell her, Harry!

Tell me what?

Well, if you won't tell her

where it is...

I will.

UMBRIDGE:

Where what is?

Dumbledore's secret weapon.

How much further?

Not far.

It had to be somewhere

students wouldn't

find it accidentally.

(insects buzzing)

(whispers):

What are you doing?

(creatures squawk in distance)

Well?

Where is this weapon?

There isn't one, is there?

You were trying to trick me.

You know...

I really hate children.

(rustling, hoofbeats

in distance)

You have no business here,

centaur.

This is a Ministry matter.

(low huff)

UMBRIDGE: Lower your

weapons, I warn you.

Under the law,

- as creatures of - near-human intelligence....

How dare you!

You filthy

(snorts)

half-breed!

Incarcerous!

(choking)

(neighing loudly)

(centaur grunting, gasping)

(neighing groan)

(centaur snorting, grunting)

Please...

please, stop it!

Please!

Now, enough!

I will have order!

(screams)

(whimpering, gasping)

- Hyah! - Yah!

(grunts)

UMBRIDGE:

You filthy animal!

Do you know who I am?!

HERMIONE: Leave him alone!

It's not his fault.

No! He doesn't understand!

(Umbridge gasps)

(yells)

- UMBRIDGE: - Potter, do something!

Tell them I mean no harm!

I'm sorry, Professor.

I must not tell lies.

What are you doing?!

I am Senior Undersecretary

Dolores Jane Umbridge!

Let me go...!

(quiet snap)

(low grumble)

- HARRY: - Hermione...

Hermione, Sirius.

(urgent theme playing)

How'd you get away?

- Puking Pastilles. - It wasn't pretty.

Told them I was hungry,

wanted some sweets.

- 'Course, they told me - to bugger off

- and ate the lot - themselves.

That was clever, Ron.

It's been known to happen.

It was brilliant!

So, how are we getting

to London?

Look, it's not that

I don't appreciate

everything you've done,

all of you, but...

I've got you into

enough trouble as it is.

Dumbledore's Army is supposed to

be about doing something real.

Or was all that

just words to you?

Maybe you don't have to do this

all by yourself, mate.

So, how are we going

to get to London?

We fly, of course.

(noble theme playing)

(screeches)

♪ ♪

(thunder crashes)

(thunder crashes)

(thunder crashes)

♪ ♪

(bell dings)

WOMAN'S VOICE (over speaker):

Department of Mysteries.

This is it.

(ominous theme plays)

♪ ♪

(eerie tones play)

(low rumbling)

(eerie tones playing)

HARRY:

92, 93...

(panting)

94...

95.

- (echoes): - It should be here.

- NEVILLE: - Harry.

It's got your name on it.

(exhales)

(faint tinkling)

TRELAWNEY: The one

with the power

to vanquish

the Dark Lord approaches.

And the Dark Lord shall

mark him as his equal,

but he shall have power

the Dark Lord knows not.

For neither can live

while the other survives.

(low, eerie whooshing)

- HERMIONE: - Harry!

- HARRY: - Where's Sirius?

You know, you really should

learn to tell the difference

between dreams...

and reality.

You saw only

what the Dark Lord

wanted you to see.

- Now, hand me - the prophecy.

You do anything

to us, I'll break it.

(woman cackles)

He knows

how to play...

itty-bitty...

baby...

Potter.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

- BELLATRIX: - Neville Longbottom, is it?

How's Mom and Dad?

about to be avenged.

Now, let's everybody

just calm down.

Shall we?

All we want

is that prophecy.

Why did Voldemort need me

to come and get this?

- BELLATRIX: - You dare speak his name?

You filthy half-blood!

It's all right, he's just

a curious lad, aren't you?

Prophecies can

only be retrieved

by those about whom

they are made.

Which is lucky

for you, really.

Haven't you

always wondered

what was the reason

for the connection

between you and

the Dark Lord? Hm?

Why he was unable to kill you

when you were just an infant?

Don't you want to know

the secret

of your scar?

All the answers

are there, Potter,

in your hand.

All you have to do

is give it to me,

and I can show you

everything.

(footsteps slowly approaching)

HARRY:

I've waited 14 years.

I know.

I guess I can wait

a little longer.

Now! Stupefy!

Stupefy!

(gasps)

(gasping)

Levicorpus!

(intense, dramatic

theme playing)

- NEVILLE: - Petrificus Totalus!

LUNA:

Well done, Neville.

(gasps)

Stupefy.

Stupefy!

(gasps)

Stupefy!

(Hermione squeals)

(all grunt)

Reducto!

(soft gasp)

(glass tinkling)

HARRY:

Get back to the door!

(suspenseful theme plays)

(glass shattering,

loud rumbling)

♪ ♪

(gasping)

(thud echoing)

(whooshing)

(grunting)

(grunting, panting)

(faint tinkling)

(groans softly)

- RON: - Department of Mysteries.

They had that bit right,

didn't they?

(eerie whispering voices)

HARRY:

The voices.

Can you tell what

they're saying?

There aren't

any voices, Harry.

Let's get out of here.

I hear them, too.

(whispering voices continue)

HERMIONE: Harry...

it's just an empty archway.

(whispering voices grow louder)

Please, Harry.

Get behind me!

(whispering voices grow louder)

(whooshing, whipping)

HERMIONE: C-Come on!

(whooshing, whipping continue)

(whooshing, whipping stop)

(grunts)

(low growl)

(gasping, crying)

(Lucius chuckling)

Did you actually believe,

or were you truly...

naive enough to think...

that children

stood a chance...

against us?

I'll make this...

simple for you, Potter.

Give me the prophecy now...

or watch your friends die.

(crying quietly)

Don't give it to him, Harry!

(ominous theme plays)

(inhales)

(thunder rumbles in distance)

Get away from my godson.

(whooshing)

(glass shatters)

♪ ♪

(grunting)

- Now, listen to me... - I want you to take

- the others - and get out of here.

What? No, I'm

staying with you.

You've done beautifully.

- Now, let me - take it from here.

- LUCIUS: - Black!

♪ ♪

(zapping)

(Bellatrix cackling)

♪ ♪

(Bellatrix cackling)

(shouts)

- HARRY: - Expelliarmus!

Nice one, James!

(zapping, snapping)

(zapping)

(wand clatters to ground)

(yells)

BELLATRIX:

Avada Kedavra!

(gasps weakly)

(low, eerie whooshing)

(exhales weakly)

(somber theme playing)

♪ ♪

(echoed sobbing)

♪ ♪

(chuckling)

♪ ♪

BELLATRIX:

♪ I killed Sirius Black! ♪

(Bellatrix cackling)

- He's coming - to get me!

Crucio!

(gasping)

(panting)

(whimpering)

VOLDEMORT (distorted):

You've got to mean it, Harry.

She killed him.

She deserves it.

You know the spell, Harry.

(deep, echoing hiss)

(laughing)

Do it!

(angry grunt)

(wand clatters to ground)

(Harry trembling,

panting)

VOLDEMORT:

So... weak.

DUMBLEDORE:

It was foolish of you

to come here tonight, Tom.

The Orders are on their way.

By which time

I shall be gone,

and you...

shall be dead.

(whooshing)

(flames crackling)

(grunts)

(zapping, popping continue)

(Voldemort grunting)

(Harry grunting, gasping)

(fierce hiss)

(laughing)

(roaring, crackling)

(grunts)

(grunting)

(grunts)

(yells)

(deep, loud whooshing)

(whooshing stops)

(fierce yell)

(grunts)

(echoed tinkling)

(gasping, grunting)

(groans)

(exhales)

(deep whooshing)

(slow, ominous theme plays)

(gasps)

(Harry grunts)

(grunting)

(panting)

VOLDEMORT'S VOICE:

You've lost, old man.

(Harry yells)

(grunting)

(grunts, pants)

(strained grunt)

(panting)

Harry.

(grunts in pain)

- VOLDEMORT: - So weak.

So vulnerable.

(short grunts)

- VOLDEMORT: - Look at me.

(grunts, pants)

- DUMBLEDORE: - Harry,

it isn't how you are alike,

it's how you're not.

(yells in pain)

Harry.

(panting weakly)

(melancholy theme plays)

(grunts)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

You're the weak one,

and you'll never

know love...

or friendship.

And I feel sorry for you.

(eerie screaming)

(gasps)

(grunts)

You're a fool, Harry Potter,

and you will lose...

everything.

(deep whoosh)

(whooshing)

He's back.

(slow, noble theme plays)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(latches clicking)

- I know how - you feel, Harry.

No, you don't.

It's my fault.

No, the fault is mine.

I knew it was only

a matter of time

before Voldemort made

the connection between you.

I thought by

distancing myself from you,

as I have done all year,

he'd be less tempted,

and, therefore,

you might be more protected.

The prophecy said...

"Neither one can live

while the other one survives."

It means one of us is

gonna have to kill the other,

in the end.

Yes.

Why didn't you tell me?

For the same reason

you tried to save Sirius.

The same reason

your friends saved you.

After all these years,

after all you

have suffered,

I didn't want to cause you

any more pain.

I care too much about you.

(quiet, somber theme plays)

(students conversing

indistinctly)

How come you're

not at the feast?

Lost all

my possessions.

Apparently, people have

been hiding them.

That's awful.

Oh, it's all good fun.

But as it's the last night,

I really do need them back.

Do you want

any help finding them?

I'm sorry about

your godfather, Harry.

Are you sure you don't

want any help looking?

That's all right.

Anyway, my mum always said

the things we lose

have a way of coming back

to us in the end.

If not always

in the way we expect.

Think I'll just go

have some pudding.

(train whistle blowing)

(slow, gentle theme plays)

I've been thinking about

something Dumbledore said to me.

What's that?

That even though we've got

a fight ahead of us,

we've got one thing

that Voldemort doesn't have.

Yeah?

Something worth fighting for.

(train whistle blowing)

(noble theme playing)

(bright theme plays)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(ominous theme begins)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(brisk, upbeat theme begins)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(heroic theme plays)

♪ ♪

(whimsical theme begins)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(grand, mysterious theme

playing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(gentle theme playing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(theme ends)