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Here is some of the Quidditch scene.
RON
Cʼmon, Harry. Weʼve got a game to
win.
CLOSE UP - QUAFFLE, as it ROCKETS into the AIR…
60 EXT. QUIDDITCH PITCH - DAY
Instantly, Slytherin snatches the Quaffle and rushes en
masse toward Gryffindorʼs end, weaving and passing with
wicked skill, culminating in a vicious, slicing shot on
goal. Just when it appears it will clear the hoop, Ron
streaks out of nowhere and sends the Quaffle screaming in
the opposite direction. Ginny pauses on her broom, stunned.
GINNY
Whatʼs gotten into him?
She glances up at Harry, circling high above and he grins.
Just then, Dean streaks by:
DEAN
Ginny! Letʼs go!
Instantly, she rolls backwards, jets off and races down her
fellow Chasers. Flying in spread formation, Dean–on the
far wing–starts the Quaffle “up the line” until it lands
in Ginnyʼs hand. Pitching herself into a wide slide to
avoid a PAIR of WHISTLING BLUDGERS, she leans recklessly
off her broom and whips the Quaffle through the goal
untouched.
As the CROWD SCREAMS, Harry eyes the Gryffindor section,
where Lunaʼs LION HAT ROARS, Lavender CLAPS for Ron and
Hermione sits with her arms crossed, a look of supreme
annoyance on her face. Harry grins, jets off.
61 INT. GRYFFINDOR COMMOM ROOM - NIGHT
The room teems with students celebrating Gryffindorʼs
victory. It feels like Mardi Gras. Or a mosh pit. Or a
riot. And Ron is right smack in the middle of it.
CROWD
Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!
Harry takes his backslaps on the periphery, smiling as he
sips a Butterbeer and enjoys Ronʼs turn in the spotlight.
HERMIONE
Ron seems to be enjoying himself.
HARRY
Yep. Apparently itʼs his lucky
day.
—
Here is the fight surrounding The Burrow.
Without hesitation, she races for the reeds.
84 EXT. REEDS (SURROUNDING BURROW) - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT
Harry careens through the marsh, reeds flashing past, then
spies Bellatrix. She GRINS, looking like a crazed wood
nymph, then flits off, her LAUGHTER mocking him. As he
pursues, FIRE SNAKES through the reeds toward him.
NEW ANGLE
Fred, George, Ron and Arthur fan out, running full-out,
their feet kicking up SPARKS as SHADOWS splinter throughout
the reeds. Itʼs like chasing ghosts.
NEW ANGLE(S)
Ginny, copper hair gleaming, races through the reeds.
Bellatrix leads Harry on, grinning madly.
Ginny comes dashing to a halt, chest heaving as she peers
into the smoking marsh. A HUGE FIGURE QUIVERS through a
veil of smoke. Ginnyʼs eyes SHIFT, see Bellatrix racing
forward through the reeds, then SHIFT back as the veil of
smoke evaporates, reveals…Greyback. Bellatrix makes an
ODD, CLICKING noise–like a signal–and Greyback edges
forward, sweeping away the reeds in front of him and
revealing…
…Harry as he pelts forward.
GINNY
No, Harry! Itʼs a trap!
Harry falters, looking toward Ginnyʼs voice and spies
Greyback. Bellatrix stops dead, wheels in her tracks and,
seeing Ginny, SHRIEKS with RAGE. Raising her wand, she
fires a BOLT of RED LIGHT which explodes in a SHOWER of
SPARKS around Ginny. Ginny fires back, then wheels away,
flashing through the reeds coming face to face with…
Greyback, sharp teeth glittering.
GREYBACK
Donʼt you smell clean.
Just then, a BOLT OF BLUE bursts off Greybackʼs back and he
turns, sees Harry standing several yards off. As Greyback
gives chase, Ginny pelts after and we CUT back and forth
between Harry, Ginny and the beast between them, faster and
faster, their BREATHS shortening until…
Greyback rushes into a clearing, panting, glancing about.
Just then, TWIN BOLTS of light blast from opposite sides of
the clearing and Greyback is lifted in the air, slammed to
the ground. As he regains his feet he looks into the reeds
and sees Harry and Ginny, wands poised. He grins…when
Bellatrixʼs odd, CLICKING signal carries through the night
once again. Turning away, he exits.
Harry and Ginny slowly step out of the reeds, stare at each
other wordlessly. Then…Ron, Fred, George, Arthur and
Lupin come thrashing into the clearing, stop. All around
them, the reeds SMOKE, the flames dying. Across the marsh,
Bellatrixʼs cackle rises briefly on the air–then all is
quiet.
HERMIONE (O.S.)
Youʼre lucky you werenʼt killed.
85 INT. CORRIDOR/HOGWARTS CASTLE - SAME TIME - DAY
Hermione reads the Daily Prophet as she walks alongside
Harry. The HEADLINE is GLOOMY: `MORE DISAPPEARANCES.`
HERMIONE
You have to realize who you are,
Harry.
HARRY
(sharply)
I know who I am, Hermione,
alright?
(frowning)
Sorry.
HERMIONE
So tell me what Arthur said.
HARRY
If Dumbledoreʼs traveling places,
itʼs news to the Ministry. But
get this: that night at Borgin &
Burkes? It seems Draco was
looking at a Vanishing Cabinet.
HERMIONE
What would Draco want with a
Vanishing Cabinet?
HARRY
You tell me.
Hermione frowns, pondering this. Then:
HERMIONE
He looks different, donʼt you
think? Draco. Almost…ill.
HARRY
Who could tell the difference?
—
Here is a scene with Harry and Dumbledore when they go into Slughorns memory, the one where he doesnʼt tell Tom about Horcruxes. I also have the scene where Slughorn does tell Tom about Horcruxes and will post that after.
LAVENDER BROWN
Thatʼs my Won-Won.
HERMIONE
Excuse me, I have to go vomit.
As Hermione exits, Harry spies Ginny, in an alcove, sitting
by as Dean laughs with SEAMUS. Looking up, she sees Harry,
gives a feeble wave. He waves back. CUT TO:
86 INT. DUMBLEDOREʼS OFFICE - NIGHT
HARRYʼS FACE PLUNGING INTO WATER, BREAKING THE SURFACE…
87 INT. SLUGHORNʼS OFFICE/YEARS PAST - NIGHT
We emerge from the CRACKLING EMBERS of a FIREPLACE. A much
younger–and more smartly dressed–Slughorn probes a dish
of CRYSTALLIZED PINEAPPLE as he holds court before 16-YEAR-
OLD TOM RIDDLE and five other BOYS. The CRYSTAL HOURGLASS
sits on a side table.
TOM RIDDLE
Sir, is it true that Professor
Merrythought is retiring?
Slughorn chuckles, wags a sugar-encrusted finger at Riddle.
SLUGHORN
Now, Tom, I couldnʼt tell you if
I knew, could I? I must say,
mʼboy, Iʼd like to know where you
get your informatoion. More
knowledgable than half the staff,
you are.
(as the other boys laugh)
By the way, thank you for the
pineapple–youʼre quite right, it
is my favourite–how is it you
knew?
TOM RIDDLE
Intuition.
Riddle smiles but his expression suggests intuition had
nothing to do with it. Slughorn chuckles uneasily.
SLUGHORN
Good gracious, look at the time.
Off you go, boys, or Professor
Dippett will have us all in
detention. Lestrange, Avery,
donʼt forget your essays…
As the others file out, Slughorn busies himself with some
papers when–Ping!–he turns, finds Riddle still there,
standing by the crystal hourglass.
SLUGHORN
Look sharp, Tom. You donʼt want
to be caught out of bed after
hours…
TOM RIDDLE
I know a secret shortcut or two.
SLUGHORN
Yes, I imagine you do. Something
on your mind, Tom?
TOM RIDDLE
Yes sir. I couldnʼt think of
anyone else to go to. The other
Professors, well, theyʼre not
like you. They
might…misunderstand.
SLUGHORN
Go on.
Riddle slips off the RING on his left hand, begins to roll
it between his fingers. It is set with a BLACK STONE.
TOM RIDDLE
I was in the library the other
night, in the Restricted section,
and I read something rather odd,
about a bit of rare magic, and I
thought perhaps you could
illuminate me…
Suddenly a DENSE FOG engulfs the room and SLUGHORNʼS VOICE
twists into an ANGRY SHRIEK:
SLUGHORN
I donʼt know anything about such
things and I wouldnʼt tell you if
I did! Now get out of here at
once and donʼt ever let me catch
you mentioning it again!
The FOG grows thicker and…
88 INT. DUMBLEDOREʼS OFFICE - NIGHT
…CAMERA emerges from the swirling Pensieve. Harry blinks,
finds Dumbledore studying him from across the room.
DUMBLEDORE
Confused? I would be surprised if
you werenʼt.
53 - INT. THREE BROOMSTICKS - LATER - DAY
As the trio enter, Harry glances round, locates Slughorn at the bar, planted plumply on a stool.
HARRY
No. Over here.
Hermione and Ron, in the midst of seating themselves at a perfectly acceptable—and clean—table, see Harry seat himself at one strewn with detritus of a previous customer–but which puts him in direct view of Slughorn. They exchange a glance, shrug, join Harry. Ron starts to take the chair directly opposite Harry–blocking his view.
HARRY (CONTʼD)
No, no. Sit next to me.
Ron stops, exchanges another glance with Hermione.
RON
O-kay.
A SKINNY KID in an apron appears, tosses a FILTHY RAG upon the table–which begins to wipe the surface on its own. Harry cranes his neck around the kid to keep Slughorn in view.
SKINNY KID
Whatʼll we have?
HERMIONE
Three Butterbeers. Splash of ginger in mine, please.
The kid WHISTLES and the rag leaps back into his pocket. Harry continues to eye Slughorn, when he see Draco. They lock eyes briefly, then Draco exits.
RON
Aw, bloody hell…
Harry turns, and sees Ron glowering at Ginny who sits in a dark corner with Dean, their faces lit by a guttering candle.
HERMIONE
Oh, honestly Ronald. Theyʼre just holding hands…
(as Dean kisses Ginny)
And snogging.
RON
Iʼd like to leave.
HERMIONE
Leave? You canʼt be serious.
RON
That happens to be my sister.
HERMIONE
So? What if she looked over here and saw you snogging me? Would you expect her to get up and leave?
Ron blinks, utterly speechless. Then:
SLUGHORN
Harry, mʼboy!
Slughornʼs voice BOOMS so loudly even Ginny jumps–and catches Harry looking. As Slughorn waddles over, SLOSHING mug in hand, Harry rises immediately–an action so grossly out of character that Hermione regards him with amused curiosity.
HARRY
Hello, sir. Wonderful to see you.
Hermione, brow wrinkling, turns to Ron, silently mouths: wonderful to see you?
HARRY (CONTʼD)
So what brings you here, sir?
SLUGHORN
Oh, the Three Broomsticks and I go way back. Longer than Iʼd care to admit. In fact I remember when it was simply One Broomstick!
As Slughorn GUFFAWS, Harry joins in, LAUGHING HEARTILY as well. Slughornʼs belly trembles next to Hermioneʼs cheek and his waving mug sloshes over, spattering the table.
SLUGHORN (CONTʼD)
Oops! All hands on deck, Granger!
Hermione smiles thinly, when a WHISTLE is heard and the FILTHY RAG is back, whisking away Slughornʼs mess as the SKINNY KID slides three foaming mugs onto the table. (In the b.g. Katie Bell emerges from the back, starts for the exit. Her friend LEANNE follows her out.)
SLUGHORN (CONTʼD)
Listen, mʼboy. In the old days, I used to throw together the occassional supper and invite a select student or two. Would you be game.
HARRY
Iʼd consider it an honor, sir.
SLUGHORN
Youʼd be welcome too, Granger.
Hermione in the midst of emptying her Butterbeer in one long draw, SLAMS down her mug–leaving behind a “mustache.”
HERMIONE
Be delighted, sir.
SLUGHORN
Brilliant. Look for my owl.
(exiting, to Ron)
Good to see you, Wallenby.
Ron frowns as Slughorn waddles away, turns to Harry.
RON
Whatʼre you playing at?
HARRY
Dumbledore asked me to…get to know him.
RON
Get to know him?
HARRY
Dunno. But it must be important. Otherwise Dumbledore wouldnʼt ask.
Slam! Ron turns, see that Hermione has emptied his mug as well. Ron gestures to her upper lip.
RON
Um…Youʼve got a little…
Without a thought, she flicks her tongue up, wipes it clean.
124 - EXT. ENTRANCE/CAVE
Harry and Dumbledore emerge from the cave. Dumbledore, pale and weak, scans the stars wearily, leans heavily on Harry.
HARRY
Donʼt worry, sir. Weʼre nearly there.
DUMBLEDORE
I am not worried, Harry. I am with you.
125 - INT. GREAT HALL - SAME TIME - NIGHT
We HOLD on the gothic glass of the main window. Ambient light, ominous and cool, plays across its shimmering surface. Flitwick, arms flowing gracefully, conducts a group of FIFTH YEARS, looks up toward the window, eyes the pulsating light.
126 - EXT. COURTYARD - SAME TIME - NIGHT
McGonagall stands in the courtyard as the CHOIR DRIFTS FAINTLY on the night air. She glances up to the sky, a curious expression on her face, then spies a pair of First Years straggling across the courtyard.
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
To your Houses. No dawdling.
As they scuttle off, McGonagall looks back to the sky. A VORTEX of CLOUDS swirls eerily in on itself. We PULL BACK…
127 - INT. WINDOW - CASTLE - SAME TIME - NIGHT
…out of the window, its glass prickling with ambient light, and find Snape standing silently, staring at the gathering storm, his expression inscrutable. The choir a murmur.
128 - INT. COMMON ROOM - SAME TIME - NIGHT
Darker than usual. The fire muted. Ron and Hermione sit together. Silent. Glance toward the window, the sky beyond.
129 - INT. HOSPITAL WING - SAME TIME - NIGHT
Dracoʼs face, skin glimmering with the light crawling across the ceiling above him. He stares, unblinking, swings out of the bed. Bare feet–Dracoʼs–drop to the tiles.
130 - INT. CORRIDOR - MOMENT LATER - NIGHT
The choir echoes eerily. SIXTH YEARS, little more than SHADOWS, hang out, giggling in dark corners. Malfoy glides by in his bare feet. Unnoticed. A ghost.
131 - INT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT
Dense with shadow. Strange slashes of light. Malfoy, a shadow within shadows, pulls the tapestry, from the Vanishing Cabinet, steps back…
He stares at the monolith before him, lifts his wand and begins to CHANT eerily. The surface of the cabinet glimmers, atremble in the ambient light. Almost alive. Then he stops. Looking back, his eyes haunted, he slips away.
Light plays within the cabinet. Movement. Shadows flicker within, coalesce. We ease up, reveal…
Bellatrix. Greyback. And a few friends. Bellatrix steps into the light. Glances around. Grins.
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Here is some of the Quidditch scene.
RON
Cʼmon, Harry. Weʼve got a game to
win.
CLOSE UP - QUAFFLE, as it ROCKETS into the AIR…
60 EXT. QUIDDITCH PITCH - DAY
Instantly, Slytherin snatches the Quaffle and rushes en
masse toward Gryffindorʼs end, weaving and passing with
wicked skill, culminating in a vicious, slicing shot on
goal. Just when it appears it will clear the hoop, Ron
streaks out of nowhere and sends the Quaffle screaming in
the opposite direction. Ginny pauses on her broom, stunned.
GINNY
Whatʼs gotten into him?
She glances up at Harry, circling high above and he grins.
Just then, Dean streaks by:
DEAN
Ginny! Letʼs go!
Instantly, she rolls backwards, jets off and races down her
fellow Chasers. Flying in spread formation, Dean–on the
far wing–starts the Quaffle “up the line” until it lands
in Ginnyʼs hand. Pitching herself into a wide slide to
avoid a PAIR of WHISTLING BLUDGERS, she leans recklessly
off her broom and whips the Quaffle through the goal
untouched.
As the CROWD SCREAMS, Harry eyes the Gryffindor section,
where Lunaʼs LION HAT ROARS, Lavender CLAPS for Ron and
Hermione sits with her arms crossed, a look of supreme
annoyance on her face. Harry grins, jets off.
61 INT. GRYFFINDOR COMMOM ROOM - NIGHT
The room teems with students celebrating Gryffindorʼs
victory. It feels like Mardi Gras. Or a mosh pit. Or a
riot. And Ron is right smack in the middle of it.
CROWD
Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!
Harry takes his backslaps on the periphery, smiling as he
sips a Butterbeer and enjoys Ronʼs turn in the spotlight.
HERMIONE
Ron seems to be enjoying himself.
HARRY
Yep. Apparently itʼs his lucky
day.
—
Here is the fight surrounding The Burrow.
Without hesitation, she races for the reeds.
84 EXT. REEDS (SURROUNDING BURROW) - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT
Harry careens through the marsh, reeds flashing past, then
spies Bellatrix. She GRINS, looking like a crazed wood
nymph, then flits off, her LAUGHTER mocking him. As he
pursues, FIRE SNAKES through the reeds toward him.
NEW ANGLE
Fred, George, Ron and Arthur fan out, running full-out,
their feet kicking up SPARKS as SHADOWS splinter throughout
the reeds. Itʼs like chasing ghosts.
NEW ANGLE(S)
Ginny, copper hair gleaming, races through the reeds.
Bellatrix leads Harry on, grinning madly.
Ginny comes dashing to a halt, chest heaving as she peers
into the smoking marsh. A HUGE FIGURE QUIVERS through a
veil of smoke. Ginnyʼs eyes SHIFT, see Bellatrix racing
forward through the reeds, then SHIFT back as the veil of
smoke evaporates, reveals…Greyback. Bellatrix makes an
ODD, CLICKING noise–like a signal–and Greyback edges
forward, sweeping away the reeds in front of him and
revealing…
…Harry as he pelts forward.
GINNY
No, Harry! Itʼs a trap!
Harry falters, looking toward Ginnyʼs voice and spies
Greyback. Bellatrix stops dead, wheels in her tracks and,
seeing Ginny, SHRIEKS with RAGE. Raising her wand, she
fires a BOLT of RED LIGHT which explodes in a SHOWER of
SPARKS around Ginny. Ginny fires back, then wheels away,
flashing through the reeds coming face to face with…
Greyback, sharp teeth glittering.
GREYBACK
Donʼt you smell clean.
Just then, a BOLT OF BLUE bursts off Greybackʼs back and he
turns, sees Harry standing several yards off. As Greyback
gives chase, Ginny pelts after and we CUT back and forth
between Harry, Ginny and the beast between them, faster and
faster, their BREATHS shortening until…
Greyback rushes into a clearing, panting, glancing about.
Just then, TWIN BOLTS of light blast from opposite sides of
the clearing and Greyback is lifted in the air, slammed to
the ground. As he regains his feet he looks into the reeds
and sees Harry and Ginny, wands poised. He grins…when
Bellatrixʼs odd, CLICKING signal carries through the night
once again. Turning away, he exits.
Harry and Ginny slowly step out of the reeds, stare at each
other wordlessly. Then…Ron, Fred, George, Arthur and
Lupin come thrashing into the clearing, stop. All around
them, the reeds SMOKE, the flames dying. Across the marsh,
Bellatrixʼs cackle rises briefly on the air–then all is
quiet.
HERMIONE (O.S.)
Youʼre lucky you werenʼt killed.
85 INT. CORRIDOR/HOGWARTS CASTLE - SAME TIME - DAY
Hermione reads the Daily Prophet as she walks alongside
Harry. The HEADLINE is GLOOMY: `MORE DISAPPEARANCES.`
HERMIONE
You have to realize who you are,
Harry.
HARRY
(sharply)
I know who I am, Hermione,
alright?
(frowning)
Sorry.
HERMIONE
So tell me what Arthur said.
HARRY
If Dumbledoreʼs traveling places,
itʼs news to the Ministry. But
get this: that night at Borgin &
Burkes? It seems Draco was
looking at a Vanishing Cabinet.
HERMIONE
What would Draco want with a
Vanishing Cabinet?
HARRY
You tell me.
Hermione frowns, pondering this. Then:
HERMIONE
He looks different, donʼt you
think? Draco. Almost…ill.
HARRY
Who could tell the difference?
—
Here is a scene with Harry and Dumbledore when they go into Slughorns memory, the one where he doesnʼt tell Tom about Horcruxes. I also have the scene where Slughorn does tell Tom about Horcruxes and will post that after.
LAVENDER BROWN
Thatʼs my Won-Won.
HERMIONE
Excuse me, I have to go vomit.
As Hermione exits, Harry spies Ginny, in an alcove, sitting
by as Dean laughs with SEAMUS. Looking up, she sees Harry,
gives a feeble wave. He waves back. CUT TO:
86 INT. DUMBLEDOREʼS OFFICE - NIGHT
HARRYʼS FACE PLUNGING INTO WATER, BREAKING THE SURFACE…
87 INT. SLUGHORNʼS OFFICE/YEARS PAST - NIGHT
We emerge from the CRACKLING EMBERS of a FIREPLACE. A much
younger–and more smartly dressed–Slughorn probes a dish
of CRYSTALLIZED PINEAPPLE as he holds court before 16-YEAR-
OLD TOM RIDDLE and five other BOYS. The CRYSTAL HOURGLASS
sits on a side table.
TOM RIDDLE
Sir, is it true that Professor
Merrythought is retiring?
Slughorn chuckles, wags a sugar-encrusted finger at Riddle.
SLUGHORN
Now, Tom, I couldnʼt tell you if
I knew, could I? I must say,
mʼboy, Iʼd like to know where you
get your informatoion. More
knowledgable than half the staff,
you are.
(as the other boys laugh)
By the way, thank you for the
pineapple–youʼre quite right, it
is my favourite–how is it you
knew?
TOM RIDDLE
Intuition.
Riddle smiles but his expression suggests intuition had
nothing to do with it. Slughorn chuckles uneasily.
SLUGHORN
Good gracious, look at the time.
Off you go, boys, or Professor
Dippett will have us all in
detention. Lestrange, Avery,
donʼt forget your essays…
As the others file out, Slughorn busies himself with some
papers when–Ping!–he turns, finds Riddle still there,
standing by the crystal hourglass.
SLUGHORN
Look sharp, Tom. You donʼt want
to be caught out of bed after
hours…
TOM RIDDLE
I know a secret shortcut or two.
SLUGHORN
Yes, I imagine you do. Something
on your mind, Tom?
TOM RIDDLE
Yes sir. I couldnʼt think of
anyone else to go to. The other
Professors, well, theyʼre not
like you. They
might…misunderstand.
SLUGHORN
Go on.
Riddle slips off the RING on his left hand, begins to roll
it between his fingers. It is set with a BLACK STONE.
TOM RIDDLE
I was in the library the other
night, in the Restricted section,
and I read something rather odd,
about a bit of rare magic, and I
thought perhaps you could
illuminate me…
Suddenly a DENSE FOG engulfs the room and SLUGHORNʼS VOICE
twists into an ANGRY SHRIEK:
SLUGHORN
I donʼt know anything about such
things and I wouldnʼt tell you if
I did! Now get out of here at
once and donʼt ever let me catch
you mentioning it again!
The FOG grows thicker and…
88 INT. DUMBLEDOREʼS OFFICE - NIGHT
…CAMERA emerges from the swirling Pensieve. Harry blinks,
finds Dumbledore studying him from across the room.
DUMBLEDORE
Confused? I would be surprised if
you werenʼt.
53 - INT. THREE BROOMSTICKS - LATER - DAY
As the trio enter, Harry glances round, locates Slughorn at the bar, planted plumply on a stool.
HARRY
No. Over here.
Hermione and Ron, in the midst of seating themselves at a perfectly acceptable—and clean—table, see Harry seat himself at one strewn with detritus of a previous customer–but which puts him in direct view of Slughorn. They exchange a glance, shrug, join Harry. Ron starts to take the chair directly opposite Harry–blocking his view.
HARRY (CONTʼD)
No, no. Sit next to me.
Ron stops, exchanges another glance with Hermione.
RON
O-kay.
A SKINNY KID in an apron appears, tosses a FILTHY RAG upon the table–which begins to wipe the surface on its own. Harry cranes his neck around the kid to keep Slughorn in view.
SKINNY KID
Whatʼll we have?
HERMIONE
Three Butterbeers. Splash of ginger in mine, please.
The kid WHISTLES and the rag leaps back into his pocket. Harry continues to eye Slughorn, when he see Draco. They lock eyes briefly, then Draco exits.
RON
Aw, bloody hell…
Harry turns, and sees Ron glowering at Ginny who sits in a dark corner with Dean, their faces lit by a guttering candle.
HERMIONE
Oh, honestly Ronald. Theyʼre just holding hands…
(as Dean kisses Ginny)
And snogging.
RON
Iʼd like to leave.
HERMIONE
Leave? You canʼt be serious.
RON
That happens to be my sister.
HERMIONE
So? What if she looked over here and saw you snogging me? Would you expect her to get up and leave?
Ron blinks, utterly speechless. Then:
SLUGHORN
Harry, mʼboy!
Slughornʼs voice BOOMS so loudly even Ginny jumps–and catches Harry looking. As Slughorn waddles over, SLOSHING mug in hand, Harry rises immediately–an action so grossly out of character that Hermione regards him with amused curiosity.
HARRY
Hello, sir. Wonderful to see you.
Hermione, brow wrinkling, turns to Ron, silently mouths: wonderful to see you?
HARRY (CONTʼD)
So what brings you here, sir?
SLUGHORN
Oh, the Three Broomsticks and I go way back. Longer than Iʼd care to admit. In fact I remember when it was simply One Broomstick!
As Slughorn GUFFAWS, Harry joins in, LAUGHING HEARTILY as well. Slughornʼs belly trembles next to Hermioneʼs cheek and his waving mug sloshes over, spattering the table.
SLUGHORN (CONTʼD)
Oops! All hands on deck, Granger!
Hermione smiles thinly, when a WHISTLE is heard and the FILTHY RAG is back, whisking away Slughornʼs mess as the SKINNY KID slides three foaming mugs onto the table. (In the b.g. Katie Bell emerges from the back, starts for the exit. Her friend LEANNE follows her out.)
SLUGHORN (CONTʼD)
Listen, mʼboy. In the old days, I used to throw together the occassional supper and invite a select student or two. Would you be game.
HARRY
Iʼd consider it an honor, sir.
SLUGHORN
Youʼd be welcome too, Granger.
Hermione in the midst of emptying her Butterbeer in one long draw, SLAMS down her mug–leaving behind a “mustache.”
HERMIONE
Be delighted, sir.
SLUGHORN
Brilliant. Look for my owl.
(exiting, to Ron)
Good to see you, Wallenby.
Ron frowns as Slughorn waddles away, turns to Harry.
RON
Whatʼre you playing at?
HARRY
Dumbledore asked me to…get to know him.
RON
Get to know him?
HARRY
Dunno. But it must be important. Otherwise Dumbledore wouldnʼt ask.
Slam! Ron turns, see that Hermione has emptied his mug as well. Ron gestures to her upper lip.
RON
Um…Youʼve got a little…
Without a thought, she flicks her tongue up, wipes it clean.
124 - EXT. ENTRANCE/CAVE
Harry and Dumbledore emerge from the cave. Dumbledore, pale and weak, scans the stars wearily, leans heavily on Harry.
HARRY
Donʼt worry, sir. Weʼre nearly there.
DUMBLEDORE
I am not worried, Harry. I am with you.
125 - INT. GREAT HALL - SAME TIME - NIGHT
We HOLD on the gothic glass of the main window. Ambient light, ominous and cool, plays across its shimmering surface. Flitwick, arms flowing gracefully, conducts a group of FIFTH YEARS, looks up toward the window, eyes the pulsating light.
126 - EXT. COURTYARD - SAME TIME - NIGHT
McGonagall stands in the courtyard as the CHOIR DRIFTS FAINTLY on the night air. She glances up to the sky, a curious expression on her face, then spies a pair of First Years straggling across the courtyard.
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
To your Houses. No dawdling.
As they scuttle off, McGonagall looks back to the sky. A VORTEX of CLOUDS swirls eerily in on itself. We PULL BACK…
127 - INT. WINDOW - CASTLE - SAME TIME - NIGHT
…out of the window, its glass prickling with ambient light, and find Snape standing silently, staring at the gathering storm, his expression inscrutable. The choir a murmur.
128 - INT. COMMON ROOM - SAME TIME - NIGHT
Darker than usual. The fire muted. Ron and Hermione sit together. Silent. Glance toward the window, the sky beyond.
129 - INT. HOSPITAL WING - SAME TIME - NIGHT
Dracoʼs face, skin glimmering with the light crawling across the ceiling above him. He stares, unblinking, swings out of the bed. Bare feet–Dracoʼs–drop to the tiles.
130 - INT. CORRIDOR - MOMENT LATER - NIGHT
The choir echoes eerily. SIXTH YEARS, little more than SHADOWS, hang out, giggling in dark corners. Malfoy glides by in his bare feet. Unnoticed. A ghost.
131 - INT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT
Dense with shadow. Strange slashes of light. Malfoy, a shadow within shadows, pulls the tapestry, from the Vanishing Cabinet, steps back…
He stares at the monolith before him, lifts his wand and begins to CHANT eerily. The surface of the cabinet glimmers, atremble in the ambient light. Almost alive. Then he stops. Looking back, his eyes haunted, he slips away.
Light plays within the cabinet. Movement. Shadows flicker within, coalesce. We ease up, reveal…
Bellatrix. Greyback. And a few friends. Bellatrix steps into the light. Glances around. Grins.
