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1 EXT. PRIVET DRIVE - NIGHT 1
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Dark at this hour, except for the STREET LAMPS that dot the
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street, spilling deep pools of light upon the ground.
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On the far corner, a MAN MATERIALIZES out of the darkness.
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He is tall and thin, with a silver beard long enough to
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tuck into his belt. He wears a PURPLE CLOAK and is roughly
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one hundred and fifty years old. He is ALBUS DUMBLEDORE.
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Dumbledore removes a small silver object from his cloak—the
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PUT-OUTER. He extends his hand and—CLICK—the nearest street
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lamp GOES OUT with a soft pop. He continues to click the
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Put-Outer until all the lamps go DARK.
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He turns, spies a CAT, sitting on the wall of Number Four.
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He smiles knowingly.
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DUMBLEDORE
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I should have known you'd be here,
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Professor McGonagall.
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The cat leaps forward, TRANSFIGURES itself into a rather
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severe-looking woman in an EMERALD CLOAK.
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PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
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Are the rumors true, Albus?
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DUMBLEDORE
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(smile fading)
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I'm afraid so. The good. And the
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bad.
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PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
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And the boy?
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DUMBLEDORE
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Hagrid's bringing him.
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PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
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You think it...wise...to trust
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Hagrid with something as important
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as this?
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DUMBLEDORE
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I would trust Hagrid with my life,
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Professor.
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2.
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A LOW RUMBLE disturbs the skies. Dumbledore and McGonagall
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look up and—suddenly—a HUGE MOTORCYCLE plummets through the
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clouds, hits the ground with a THUNDEROUS ROAR. As the
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SMOKE clears, a FIGURE climbs off. He is HAGRID and is,
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quite obviously, a GIANT. In his vast, muscular arms, he
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holds a BUNDLE of BLANKETS.
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HAGRID
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Ev'ning, professor Dumbledore, sir.
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Professor McGonagall.
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DUMBLEDORE
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No problems, I take it, Hagrid?
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HAGRID
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No sir. Little tyke fell ter sleep
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as we was flyin' o'er Bristol.
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Hagrid steps forward and Dumbledore takes the bundle, turns
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toward the doorstep.
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PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
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Albus, do you really think it best
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to leave him here, with these
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people? I've been watching them all
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day. They're the worst sort of
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Muggles imaginable. They're...
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DUMBLEDORE
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The only family he has.
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PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
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But this boy will be famous. There
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won't be a child in our world who
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doesn't know his name...
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DUMBLEDORE
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Exactly. It would be enough to turn
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any boy's head. Famous before he
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can walk and talk. Famous for
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something he won't even remember.
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No. He'll be much better off
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growing up away from all that.
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Until he's ready.
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Dumbledore lays the bundle on the mat. Hagrid SNIFFLES.
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DUMBLEDORE
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There, there, Hagrid. It's not
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eally goodbye, after all.
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Hagrid hods. Dumbledore tucks a PARCHMENT ENVELOPE into the
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blankets and steps back, his face suddenly dark. Serious.
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3.
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DUMBLEDORE
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Good luck, Harry Potter.
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The CAMERA DOLLIES forward, toward the swaddled baby. A
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CUT, still fresh, gleams on the baby's forehead. It is in
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the shape of a BOLT of LIGHTNING. SMASH CUT TO TEN YEARS
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LATER.
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2 INT. CUPBOARD - NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MORNING 2
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A pair of blinking GREEN EYES jerk into the light.
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WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
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Up! Now!
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THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
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WOMAN'S VOICE
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I said now!
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FOOTSTEPS RECEDE and HARRY POTTER, now ten years old,
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swings his skinny legs to the floor. He's small, which is
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lucky since his room is not really a room at all, but
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merely a cupboard under the stairs.
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Abruptly, the cupboard begins to SHAKE, DUST spilling from
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the joists above Harry's head. Calmly, Harry takes a pair
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of EYEGLASSES—taped at the bridge with Sellotape—from a
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nail.
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3 EXT. HALLWAY - DAY 3
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Harry comes blinking out the cupboard door, watches his
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enormous cousin, DUDLEY, thunder down the last step. Just
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then, Harry's Aunt Petunia appears in the kitchen ahead.
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AUNT PETUNIA
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There's the birthday boy! Don't you
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look smart for your trip to the
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zoo.
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(scowling at Harry)
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You mind the bacon. And don't dare
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let it burn. I want everything
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perfect on my Dimplin's special
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day.
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HARRY
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Yes, Aunt Petunia.
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4 INT. KITCHEN - DAY 4
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4.
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Harry enters, finds his UNCLE VERNON reading the Daily Mail
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behind a monstrous PILE OF PRESENTS.
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UNCLE VERNON
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Bring my coffee, boy.
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HARRY
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Yes, Uncle Vernon.
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Dudley enters, stares at the presents.
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DUDLEY
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How many are there?
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UNCLE VERNON
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Thirty-six. Counted them myself.
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DUDLEY
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Thirty-six. But last year...last
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year I had thirty-seven...
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UNCLE VERNON
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Well now, son, some of these are
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quite a bit bigger than last year--
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DUDLEY
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I DON'T CARE HOW BIG THEY ARE!
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AUNT PETUNIA
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Now, now, here's what we'll do.
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Today, when we're out, we'll buy
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you two more presents. How's that,
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popkin?
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DUDLEY
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So then I'll have...I'll have...
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HARRY
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Thirty-eight, popkin.
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Aunt Petunia cuffs Harry on the head on her way to the
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RINGING TELEPHONE.
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AUNT PETUNIA
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You just mind that bacon!
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HARRY
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Yes, Aunt Petunia.
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As Dudley tears open a BOX of LEAD SOLDIERS, Uncle Vernon
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ruffles his hair.
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UNCLE VERNON
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Want your money's worth, don't you,
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tiger. Well, look there. Aunt
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Marge's sent you the Fourth
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Battalion?
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Dudley twists the head off one.
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DUDLEY
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This one's lost its head.
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UNCLE VERNON
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Well now, son. Remember, we talked
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about this. They're not meant to
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move...
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As Dudleyrtosses the damaged soldier aside, Harry studies
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it closely, then...Aunt Petunia HANGS UP the phone, turns.
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AUNT PETUNIA
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Bad news. Mrs. Figgs' broken her
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leg. She can't take him.
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UNCLE VERNON
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We could phone Yvonne.
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AUNT PETUNIA
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Don't be silly. She hates the boy.
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HARRY
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You could just leave me here.
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UNCLE VERNON
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And come back to find the house in
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ruins?
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DUDLEY
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I...Don't...Want...Him...To...Come!
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He... always... spoils...
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everything!
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AUNT PETUNIA
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Now, precious, don't cry. He won't
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spoil anything. What if Mummy buys
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you three more presents.
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DUDLEY
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Three?
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AUNT PETUNIA
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As many as you want, sweetums.
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As Aunt Petunia cuddles him, Dudley shoots Harry a nasty
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grin through the gap in his mother's arms.
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6.
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5 EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - A BIT LATER 5
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As Harry gets in the car, Uncle Vernon leans close.
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UNCLE VERNON
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I'm warning you now, boy. Any funny
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business, any at all, and you'll
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have no meals for a week...
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6 EXT. ZOO - DAY 6
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Happy children walk hand in hand with their parents, as...
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7 INT. REPTILE HOUSE - LATER - DAY 7
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Dudley presses his pudgy nose to a gleaming plate of glass.
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DUDLEY
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Make it move.
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Uncle Vernon looks over a zoo map at the HUGE BURMESE
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PYTHON curled beyond the glass. RAPS his knuckles. Nothing.
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HARRY
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He's asleep.
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DUDLEY
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He's boring.
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Dudley waddles away and the others follow, all but Harry,
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who steps forward and rubs Dudley's noseprint from the
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glass.
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HARRY
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Sorry about him. He doesn't
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understand what it's like, lying
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there day after day, watching
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people press their ugly faces in on
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you...
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The snake nods. Harry stops, looks off, then back.
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WHISPERS:
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HARRY
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Can you hear me?
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The snake cocks its head and...winks.
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HARRY
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7.
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It's just, I've never talked to a
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snake before. Do you, I mean...do
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you talk to people often?
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The snake regards Harry...then slowly shakes its head no.
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Harry nods, looking a bit unnerved.
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HARRY
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So...you're from Burma, aren't you?
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Was it nice there? Do you miss your
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family?
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(listening)
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I see. That's me as well. I never
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knew my parents either...
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DUDLEY
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MUMMY! DAD! COME HERE! You won't
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believe what this snake is doing!
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Dudley JABS Harry hard in the ribs, sending him tumbling to
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the concrete, floor. Angry, Harry looks up as Dudley leans
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against the^glass and it...VANISHES. Dudley flops forward,
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the snake slithers out, and people run screaming.
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Stunned, Harry watches the python slip into the sunshine,
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then glances back to the snake tank. The glass has
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reappeared and Dudley sits within, face pale, eyes frozen
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in terror.
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8 INT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - LATER - DAY 8
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Uncle Vernon, face purple with rage, drags Harry by the
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ear.
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HARRY
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I swear, I don't know how it
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happened! One minute the glass was
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there and then it was gone. It was
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like magic.
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Uncle Vernon hurls Harry into the cupboard, stares hard.
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UNCLE VERNON
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There's...no...such...thing...as...
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magic!
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The door SLAMS. Harry sits quietly. Then, from his pocket,
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he removes the damaged soldier Dudley had discarded
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earlier.
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Reaching up, he places it on a dark shelf, next to half a
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dozen others.
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8.
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9 EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MORNING 9
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A single OWL swoops down onto the Dursley's roof.
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10 INT. KITCHEN - MORNING 10
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Dudley parades about the kitchen in knickerbockers,
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tailcoat and straw boater, tapping the floor with a KNOBBLY
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STICK, while a teary Aunt Petunia snaps a photo with a
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FLASH CAMERA.
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AUNT PETUNIA
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Oh, Vernon, look at him. To think
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in only a week he'll be off to
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Smeltings.
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UNCLE VERNON
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Proudest moment of my life.
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HARRY
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(with dread)
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Will I have to wear that too?
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AUNT PETUNIA
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You! Go to Smeltings? Don't be
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stupid. You'll goto state school,
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where you belong. That there'll be
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yours, once I'm done dying it.
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Harry glances at a tub of grey mud boiling on the stove.
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HARRY
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But that's Dudley's old uniform.
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It'll fit me like bits of old
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elephant skin.
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AUNT PETUNIA
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Fit you fine enough. Now fetch the
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post.
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11 INT. FRONT HALL - DAY 11
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Three letters lie on the mat. A bill. A postcard. An
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envelope of YELLOW PARCHMENT. Harry takes all, then stops,
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staring at the envelope, which is addressed in EMERALD INK.
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Mr. H. Potter
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The Cupboard Under The Stairs
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4 Privet Drive
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Little Whinging
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Surrey
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Harry turns the envelope over, finds a PURPLE WAX SEAL. It
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is a COAT OF ARMS, surrounding a large letter H.
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12 INT. KITCHEN - DAY 12
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arry drops the post on the table and sits, staring in quiet
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wonderment at his envelope. Uncle Vernon takes the
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postcard.
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UNCLE VERNON
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Marge's ill. Ate a funny whelk...
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BAM! Dudley brings the Smelting stick down-hard on the
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table.
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DUDLEY
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Dad! Look! Harry's got a letter!
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Quickly, Uncle Vernon SNATCHES it away.
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HARRY
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That's mine!
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UNCLE VERNON
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Yours. Who'd be writing to you—
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Uncle Vernon's face goes pale.
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13 INT. HALLWAY - DAY 13
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The boys come flying into the hall, throw themselves
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against the door as.it slams shut.
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HARRY
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I want my letter!
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DUDLEY
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I want my stick!
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Harry and Dudley make a furious play for the keyhole, but
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Dudley's size proves too much and Harry, glasses dangling
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from one ear, settles for the crack between door and floor.
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HARRY'S POV
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of Uncle Vernon's thick black shoes pacing back and forth.
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10.
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AUNT PETUNIA
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Vernon. Look at the address. How
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could they possibly know where he
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sleeps? You don't think they're
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watching the house?
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UNCLE VERNON
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Watching. Spying. Following us. We
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both know the dangerous nonsense
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your sister and her husband were
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mixed up in.
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AUNT PETUNIA
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But what should we do, Vernon?
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Should we write back. Tell them we
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don't want—
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UNCLE VERNON
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No. We'll ignore it. If they don't
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get an answer...Yes, that's
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best...I'll burn it.
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HARRY
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NO! I WANT MY LETTER!
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14 INT. KITCHEN - DAY 14
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Uncle Vernon walks to the stove, flips on a gas jet. As the
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letter BURNS, Harry POUNDS the door, and a MONTAGE BEGINS.
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15 EXT. ROOF - NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MORNING 15
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An OWL beats its way across the sky, flutters down upon the
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TV ANTENNA, where TWO OTHER OWLS already sit.
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16 INT. LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME 16
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A frowning? Uncle Vernon stands before the TELLY,
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struggling to unscramble a RUGBY MATCH. The CLICK of the
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MAIL SLOT is heard and he turns.
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17 INT. FRONT HALL -DAY 17
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THREE MORE LETTERS lie on the mat. Uncle Vernon enters,
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snatches them up, RIPS them to pieces.
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18 INT. CUPBOARD - DAY 18
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11.
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Harry sits sadly upon his bed, when...BANG! BANG! BANG!
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19 INT. FRONT HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER 19
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Harry eases open the cupboard door. Down the hallway, Uncle
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Vernon stands swinging a hammer, mouth bulging with nails
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as he POUNDS SHUT the mail slot.
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20 EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MORNING 20
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Uncle Vernon exits the house with his briefcase, stops.
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FOUR OWLS sit atop his Vauxhall. He watches curiously as
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they take flight, then looks down. FOUR LETTERS lie at his
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feet.
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21 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 21
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The FIREPLACE BLAZES. Uncle Vernon pitches a handful of
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LETTERS into the flames, turns. Harry stands watching.
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22 EXT. ROOF - NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - SAME TIME 22
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As the CHIMNEY SMOKES, FIVE OWLS sit in black silhouette
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against a full moon.
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23 EXT. KITCHEN WINDOW - NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MORNING 23
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Aunt Petunia cracks an EGG. Inside is a LETTER. She cracks
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another. Another LETTER. We PAN off the window to Dudley's
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neglected BICYCLE. Perched atop the handlebars, seat and
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tires are SIX OWLS. MONTAGE ENDS.
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24 INT. LIVING ROOM - SUNDAY MORNING - DAY 24
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Dudley lies on the floor, destroying another birthday toy,
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as Aunt Petunia carefully sets a cup of coffee by Uncle
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Vernon, who sits in an armchair, smiling strangely.
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UNCLE VERNON
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Fine day, Sunday. Best day of the
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week in my opinion. Know why I say
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that, Dudley?
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HARRY
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(entering)
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Because there's no post on Sundays.
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12.
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Uncle Vernon looks up brightly, but Harry's eyes are on the
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window behind him. Outside, the sky is DARK WITH OWLS.
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UNCLE VERNON
|
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Right you are, Harry! No damn
|
|
letters today! No sir. Not one
|
|
blasted...
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Just then, something WHIZZES DOWN the chimney and SMACKS
|
|
Uncle Vernon flat on the back of the head. Seconds later
|
|
another follows, and then another, until the living room is
|
|
aflock with...LETTERS. Harry leaps onto a table, trying to
|
|
snag one, when Uncle Vernon seizes him by the waist.
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25 INT. HALLWAY - DAY 25
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As Uncle Vernon stumbles out, Harry shakes free of his
|
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grasp and stares dumbly: LETTERS swirl up and down the
|
|
hall.
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|
DUDLEY
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Who on earth wants to talk to you
|
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this badly!
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A letter flutters on Harry's fingertips...before Uncle
|
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Vernon sweeps it away, eyes crazed, SHOUTING CRAZILY:
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|
UNCLE VERNON
|
|
That does it! We're going away! Far
|
|
away! Where they can't find us!
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|
Where they can't get to us!
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Dudley glances at his mother.
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DUDLEY
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Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?
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26 EXT. HUT ON THE ROCK - NIGHT 26
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A very sad-looking HUT sits perched upon a large ROCK far
|
|
at sea. Wind whistles. The sea rages.
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27 INT. HUT ON THE ROCK - NIGHT 27
|
|
13.
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|
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Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia sleep on a lumpy bed in the
|
|
hut's only bedroom. Dudley SNORES on a moth-eaten sofa.
|
|
Harry lies on the bare floor beneath a ragged blanket.
|
|
LIGHTNING FLASHES. As the room goes dark again, Harry
|
|
studies the lighted dial of Dudley's watch. As it ticks
|
|
toward midnight, Harry puts the last touches to a BIRTHDAY
|
|
CAKE he's etched in the dust that layers the floor.
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|
HARRY
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|
Make a wish, Harry.
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|
|
Closing his eyes, he...blows...and the "flames" of dust
|
|
scatter. Eyes still closed, Harry holds the wish when...
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|
BOOM!
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The DOOR SHUDDERS. HINGES squeal. A pin squirrels out of
|
|
its housing. Falls to the floor.
|
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|
|
BOOM!
|
|
|
|
Uncle Vernon comes sledding into the room in his socks, a
|
|
RIFLE in hand, paper hanging by a string from the barrel.
|
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|
UNCLE VERNON
|
|
Who's there? I warn you--I'm armed!
|
|
|
|
SMASH! The door falls flat. An IMMENSE SILHOUETTE stands
|
|
against the raging sea outside, identical to the beastly
|
|
figure seen climbing the stairs in Godric's Hollow. He is
|
|
HAGRID and is, rather obviously, a GIANT. Presently he is
|
|
standing on the front door.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Er, right. Sorry 'bout that...
|
|
|
|
Hagrid steps clear, takes the door, and fits it back into
|
|
its frame. Glances at Dudley. Frowns.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Mind, I haven't seen yeh since you
|
|
was a baby, Harry, but yeh're a bit
|
|
more along than I woulda expected.
|
|
’Specially round the middle.
|
|
|
|
DUDLEY
|
|
(terrified)
|
|
I'm not Harry.
|
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|
HARRY
|
|
I am.
|
|
|
|
Hagrid turns, watches Harty's face come into the light.
|
|
14.
|
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|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Well now, course yeh are.
|
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|
|
UNCLE VERNON
|
|
I demand that you leave at once,
|
|
sir! You are breaking and entering!
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Ah, dry up, Dursley, yeh great
|
|
prune.
|
|
|
|
Hagrid takes the rifle, knots it like a piece of licorice.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Anyway, Harry. Got summat fer yeh.
|
|
’Fraid I mighta sat on it at some
|
|
point, but ’magine it'll taste all
|
|
right jus' the same...let's see
|
|
now...got it here somewhere...
|
|
|
|
Hagrid rummages in his coat, removes: a kettle, frying pan,
|
|
sausages, one PINK UMBRELLA and, finally, a squashed paper
|
|
box containing a CHOCOLATE CAKE with "Happee Birthdae,
|
|
Harry" scrawled in green icing.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Baked it meself, words an' all.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Thank you.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Well, it's not ev' ry day yer young
|
|
mein turns ’leven.
|
|
|
|
Hagrid turns to the fireplace, gives the embers a poke with
|
|
the pink umbrella. As they ROAR to life, he takes the
|
|
frying pan, lobs in the sausages. Dudley perks up as they
|
|
sizzle.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Excuse me, but.. .who are you?
|
|
|
|
Harry stares blankly. Hagrid frowns.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Blimey, Harry, did yeh never wonder
|
|
where yer parents learnt it all?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Learned what?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
15.
|
|
|
|
|
|
What? DURSLEY!!! Do yeh mean ter
|
|
tell me the boy knows nothin?
|
|
|
|
Uncle Vernon stands mute. Hagrid simmers, then shakes his
|
|
head and turns back to the fire.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
’Harry, yer a wizard.
|
|
|
|
For a moment, the hut is utterly silent.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I'm a what?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
A Wizard. And a thumpin' good 'un,
|
|
I'd wager, once yeh've been trained
|
|
up a bit.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
No. You've made a mistake. I...I
|
|
can't be a...wizard. I mean...I'm
|
|
just...Harry. Just Harry.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Tha' right. Tell me, Harry. Ever
|
|
make somethin' strange 'appen? When
|
|
yeh was scared maybe. Or angry?
|
|
|
|
As Harry looks up in recognition, Hagrid slaps a soggy
|
|
ENVELOPE into Harry's hand. Harry opens it, reads.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
'Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to
|
|
inform you that you have been
|
|
accepted at Hogwarts School of
|
|
Witchcraft and Wizardry...'
|
|
|
|
As Harry looks up, Hagrid winks, and takes a bite of
|
|
sausage.
|
|
|
|
UNCLE VERNON
|
|
He'll not be going, I tell you! We
|
|
swore when we took him in we'd put
|
|
a stop to that rubbish!
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
You knew? You knew I'm a...a
|
|
wizard?
|
|
|
|
Aunt Petunia—looking furious—emerges from the shadows.
|
|
|
|
AUNT PETUNIA
|
|
16.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Of course we knew! How could you
|
|
not be, my dratted sister being
|
|
what she was? Oh, mother and father
|
|
were so proud when the letter came.
|
|
A witch in the family. Isn't it
|
|
wonderful. I was the only one who
|
|
saw her for what she was...a freak!
|
|
(distastefully)
|
|
Then she met that Potter and had
|
|
you. I knew you'd be the same. Just
|
|
as strange, just as abnormal. And
|
|
then, if you please, she went and
|
|
got herself blown up and we got
|
|
landed with you—
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Blown up? You told me my parents
|
|
died in a car crash.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
CAR CRASH! A car crash kill Lily
|
|
and James Potter? It's an outrage!
|
|
A scandal!
|
|
|
|
UNCLE VERNON
|
|
HE'LL NOT BE GOING, I TELL YOU!
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
An' I s'ppose a great Muggle like
|
|
yerself is goin' ter stop him.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Muggle?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Non-magic folk.
|
|
(turning to Uncle Vernon)
|
|
This boy's name's been down ever
|
|
since he was born. He's off to the
|
|
finest school of witchcraft and
|
|
wizardry in the world and he'll be
|
|
under the greatest headmaster
|
|
Hogwart's has ever known, Albus
|
|
Dumbledore—
|
|
|
|
UNCLE VERNON
|
|
I will not pay for some crackpot
|
|
old fool to teach him magic tricks!
|
|
|
|
Hagrid spins, eyes bulging.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
17.
|
|
|
|
|
|
NEVER..INSULT...ALBUS...DUMBLEDORE.
|
|
..IN...FRONT...OF..ME!
|
|
|
|
Hagrid spins, points the umbrella at Uncle Vernon, then
|
|
spies Dudley, one hand deep in Harry's birthday cake. POP!—
|
|
a FLASH of VIOLET LIGHT hits Dudley square in the rump.
|
|
Instantly, a PIG’S TAIL curls through the back of his
|
|
trousers. Uncle Vernon ROARS, hurries everyone out of the
|
|
room.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Tha’s curious. Meant ter turn ’im
|
|
into a complete pig, whole hog an
|
|
all. Suppose he was so much like a
|
|
pig already, there wasn't much left
|
|
ter do.
|
|
|
|
Hagrid sees Harry staring in awe at the pink umbrella.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Er, be grateful if yeh didn't
|
|
mention that to anyone at Hogwarts.
|
|
Strictly speakin', I'm not allowed
|
|
ter do magic.
|
|
(checks pocket watch)
|
|
Bit behind schedule, aren't we?
|
|
Best be off.
|
|
|
|
Hagrid exits, leaving Harry to consider his sorry
|
|
surroundings. He looks momentarily at a loss, then...Hagrid
|
|
pokes his head back in.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
T'Less, o' course, yeh'd rather
|
|
stay.
|
|
|
|
|
|
44 EXT. STREET - LONDON - DAWN 44
|
|
|
|
Harry, reads ALOUD from his LIST as he trails Hagrid, who
|
|
draws an eye or two—as a giant in Central London will.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
'First year students will require
|
|
three sets of plain work robes, one
|
|
plain pointed hat for day wear, one
|
|
pair of dragon-hide gloves...'
|
|
|
|
Hagrid chuckles at a PARKING METER.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Things these Muggles dream up...
|
|
18.
|
|
|
|
|
|
45 INT. TRAIN - LONDON - DAWN 45
|
|
|
|
Harry sits beside Hagrid, continues to read from his list.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
'...and the following Set Books:
|
|
The Standard Book of Spells by
|
|
Miranda Goshawk. One Thousand
|
|
Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida
|
|
Spore...'
|
|
|
|
|
|
46 EXT. STREET/LEAKY CAULDRON - LONDON - DAWN 46
|
|
|
|
Hagrid leads Harry on, parting the crowd easily.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
'One wand, one standard Size 2
|
|
pewter cauldron and may bring, if
|
|
they desire, either an owl, a cat,
|
|
or a toad.'
|
|
(looking up)
|
|
Can we find all this in London?
|
|
|
|
Hagrid pauses by a NARROW GRAY DOOR that stands between a
|
|
BOOK SHOP on one side and a RECORD SHOP on the other.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
If yen know where to go.
|
|
|
|
|
|
47 INT. LEAKY CAULDRON - DAY 47
|
|
|
|
A dark, shabby pub. in a corner, some OLD WOMEN sit
|
|
drinking, one smoking a pipe as long as her arm. Up front,
|
|
a TINY MAN in a TOP HAT talks to the BARTENDER, who
|
|
resembles a gummy walnut. Harry and Hagrid enter.
|
|
|
|
BARTENDER
|
|
Hagrid! The usual, I presume—
|
|
(spying Harry)
|
|
Good Lord. Is this? Can this be
|
|
him? Bless my soul. It's Harry
|
|
Potter.
|
|
|
|
The pub goes quiet. Then... everyone is up and around
|
|
Harry, holding out their hands and gabbling, while Hagrid
|
|
looks on, beaming. Slowly, a NERVOUS YOUNG MAN makes his
|
|
way forward.
|
|
|
|
QUIRRELL
|
|
Harry P-P-Potter. C-Can't tell you
|
|
how p-pleased I am to meet you.
|
|
19.
|
|
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Professor! Didn't see yeh there.
|
|
Harry, this 'ere's Professor
|
|
Quirrell. He'll be yer Defence
|
|
Against the Dark Arts teacher at
|
|
Hogwarts.
|
|
|
|
QUIRRELL
|
|
F-F-Fearfully f-fascinating
|
|
subject. N-Not that you n-need it,
|
|
eh, P-P-Potter?
|
|
|
|
Quirrell's eyes flutter nervously over Harry's scar.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Yes, well, must get on. Lots ter
|
|
buy.
|
|
(as he pulls Harry along)
|
|
See? Tol' yeh you was famous.
|
|
|
|
|
|
48 EXT. BACK COURTYARD/LEAKY CAULDRON - MOMENTS LATER 48
|
|
|
|
Hagrid TAPS the bricks of one wall with the tip of his
|
|
umbrella while Harry stands by, deep in thought.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Why am I famous, Hagrid? All those
|
|
people back there. How is it they
|
|
know who I am?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Don' know that I'm the right one
|
|
ter tell yeh that, Harry. Let's see
|
|
now...Three up...Two
|
|
across...Right. Stand back now.
|
|
|
|
Hagrid gives the wall one last 'TAP and the bricks QUIVER,
|
|
wriggling and jiggling until an ARCHWAY appears, giving out
|
|
on a COBBLED STREET so long and twisting it seems never to
|
|
end. As Harry's jaw drops, Hagrid grins.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Welcome, Harry. To Diagon Alley.
|
|
|
|
|
|
49 EXT. DIAGON ALLEY - CONTINUOUS - MORNING 49
|
|
|
|
As Harry steps through, the archway SHRINKS INSTANTLY into
|
|
a solid wall. All around him, Harry sees mothers and
|
|
fathers with children in tow, clutching LISTS similar to
|
|
his own.
|
|
20.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PLUMP WOMAN
|
|
Seventeen Sickles an ounce for
|
|
Dragon Liver, can you imagine?
|
|
They're mad!
|
|
|
|
MOTHER
|
|
It says brass, Trevor. As such, you
|
|
will get brass,
|
|
|
|
BOY
|
|
There it is! The Nimbus Two
|
|
Thousand! Runs a good twenty times
|
|
faster than the old Comets. Neil
|
|
Marks himself rides it for the
|
|
Chudley Cannons.
|
|
|
|
FATHER
|
|
Mind you don't drop your bottle of
|
|
eel's eye, Belinda, I'll not buy
|
|
you another.
|
|
|
|
Harry tries to take in everything at once, marveling at
|
|
shops specializing in everything from cauldrons, owls and
|
|
broomsticks to robes, 'unmentionables,' and spell books.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Dragon Liver? Do they mean from a
|
|
real dragon?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Well, they don't mean a ruddy
|
|
penguin. Crikey, I'd like a dragon.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
You'd like a dragon?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Vastly misunderstood beasts, Harry.
|
|
Vastly misunderstood...
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
(staring in a cauldron
|
|
shop)
|
|
But how am I to pay for all this,
|
|
Hagrid? I haven't any money.
|
|
|
|
Hagrid gestures to a TOWERING, SNOW-WHITE BUILDING ahead.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
There's yer money. Gringotts.
|
|
Wizard's Bank. No place safer,
|
|
Harry. Not one. 'Cept perhaps
|
|
Hogwarts.
|
|
21.
|
|
|
|
|
|
50 INT. GRINGOTTS - DAY 50
|
|
|
|
ONE HUNDRED GOBLINS sit on high stools at a long counter,
|
|
scribbling in ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales. As
|
|
Harry and Hagrid enter, a clever-looking goblin closes the
|
|
door behind them, watches their every step.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Uh, Hagrid, what exactly was that?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Yer basic Door Goblin. Clever as
|
|
they come goblins, but not yer most
|
|
friendly beasts. Best stay close.
|
|
(stepping up to a teller)
|
|
Mornin'. Mr. Harry Potter wishes to
|
|
make a withdrawal.
|
|
|
|
GOBLIN
|
|
And Mr. Harry Potter has his key?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Let's see, got it 'ere somewhere...
|
|
|
|
The Goblin looks on disfavorably as Hagrid rifles his coat,
|
|
producing in rapid succession: a jangly RING of KEYS, one
|
|
BALL of STRING, a fistful of MINT HUMBUGS, two TEABAGS, and
|
|
a MOTH...which simply flutters from one pocket to another.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Ah, 'ere's the li'l devil.
|
|
(leaning close)
|
|
There's another matter as well.
|
|
I've got a letter from Professor
|
|
Dumbledore. It's about the You-
|
|
Know-What in Vault You-Know-Which.
|
|
|
|
GOBLIN
|
|
Very well. I'll have Griphook take
|
|
you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
51 INT. STONE PASSAGEWAY - GRINGOTTS - DAY 51
|
|
|
|
CLOSE ON: GRIPHOOK
|
|
|
|
...a swarthy, slit-eyed goblin, driving a small cart with
|
|
white-knuckle precision down a STONE PASSAGEWAY lit with
|
|
FLAMING TORCHES. They plunge deeper, come...
|
|
|
|
|
|
52 EXT. VAULT - STONE PASSAGEWAY - DAY 52
|
|
22.
|
|
|
|
|
|
...whistling to a halt before a SMALL DOOR. Griphook steps
|
|
out, takes Harry's key and UNLOCKS the vault, revealing -
|
|
great glittering pyramids of coin. Harry is speechless.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Din' think yer parents would leave
|
|
yeh with nothin', did yeh?
|
|
|
|
|
|
53 INT. CART - PASSAGEWAYS - A FEW MINUTES LATER 53
|
|
|
|
The cart hurtles even DEEPER, abruptly stops.
|
|
|
|
GRIPHOOK
|
|
Vault Seven Hundred Thirteen.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
What's in here, Hagrid?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Can’t tell yeh that, Harry.
|
|
Hogwarts business. Very secret.
|
|
|
|
Griphook steps up to a door with no keyhole, strokes it
|
|
with one long finger, and it simply MELTS away.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried
|
|
that, they'd be sucked through the
|
|
door.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
How often do you check to see if
|
|
anyone's inside?
|
|
|
|
GRIPHOOK
|
|
About once every ten years.
|
|
|
|
Harry peers into the vault, sees...a GRUBBY LITTLE PACKAGE.
|
|
Hagrid slips it into his LEFT COAT POCKET, returns.
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HAGRID
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Best not mention this ter anyone
|
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either, Harry.
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54 EXT. DIAGON ALLEY - LATER - DAY 54
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Harry and Hagrid exit the Apothecary, loaded with Harry's
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various purchases. Harry studies the list in his hand.
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HARRY
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I still need...a wand.
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23.
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HAGRID
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(points ahead)
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Only place for wands, is
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Ollivanders. You go inside. I got
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one more thing I gotta'do.
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Harry nods, walks into Ollivanders.
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55 INT. OLLIVANDERS WAND SHOP - DAY 55
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Harry and Hagrid stand in a very narrow shop where
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thousands of slender boxes are stacked to the ceiling.
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Hovering above them on a spindly ladder is a pale old man
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with eyes like silver moons. He is OLLIVANDER.
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OLLIVANDER
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I wondered when I'd be seeing you,
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Mr. Potter. Seems only yesterday
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your mother and father we're in
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|
here buying their first wands...
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|
Ollivander steps down.with a pair of slender boxes.
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OLLIVANDER
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(extending a box)
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Here we are. Just give it a wave.
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Feeling a bit supid, Harry raises his arm. Nothing.
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OLLIVANDER
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No. Apparently not. Perhaps this.
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Harry raises it and...BRIGHT LIGHT shoots forth...sending a
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CRYSTAL VASE OF BLACK ROSES shattering to the floor.
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OLLIVANDER
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No. No. Definitely not. No Matter.
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After all...it's the wand that
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|
chooses the wizard.
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56 INT. OLLIVANDERS WAND SHOP - LATER 56
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HUNDREDS OF WAND BOXES lie at Harry's feet. Hagrid, eyes
|
|
heavy, sits on a spindly chair. Ollivander, meanwhile,
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|
stands at the top of a spindly ladder, eyeing his
|
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inventory.
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OLLIVANDER
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I wonder...
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24.
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Ollivander descends, presents a box. Stifling a yawn, Harry
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takes the wand...and his expression changes.
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OLLIVANDER
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|
Go on then.
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|
As Harry extends his arm his hand trembles. A breeze stirs,
|
|
sending the shop's tiny bell RINGING. The pages of a BOOK
|
|
FLUTTER on the counter, and Harry's hair feathers off his
|
|
forehead, showing his scar. Astounded, Harry smiles and
|
|
then.. .Ollivander slips the wand from his fingers and the
|
|
breeze dies, the shop returning to its eerie calm.
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|
OLLIVANDER.
|
|
Curious. Very curious...
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|
HARRY
|
|
Sorry, but what's curious?
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|
OLLIVANDER
|
|
I remember every wand I've ever
|
|
sold, Mr. Potter. It so happens
|
|
that the phoenix whose tail feather
|
|
resides in your wand, gave another
|
|
feather. Just one other. It's
|
|
curious that you should be destined
|
|
for this wand when its brother...
|
|
(eyes shifting)
|
|
...gave you that scar.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
And who owned that wand?
|
|
|
|
Ollivander exchanges a surprised glance with Hagrid.
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|
HAGRID
|
|
We don't speak his name, Harry.
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|
|
OLLIVANDER
|
|
As I said, the wand chooses the
|
|
wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always
|
|
clear why. But I think it's clear
|
|
we can expect great things from
|
|
you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-
|
|
Named did great things.
|
|
|
|
Ollivander slides the lid on the box, hands it to Harry.
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|
|
|
OLLIVANDER
|
|
Terrible, yes. But great.
|
|
25.
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|
|
|
Harry looks out the window, sees Hagrid standing there,
|
|
bolding a cage with a snow white Owl inside. Harry turns to
|
|
say goodbye to Ollivander. He's gone. Harry runs outside.
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|
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|
57 EXT. DIAGON ALLEY - DAY 57
|
|
|
|
Harry runs up to Hagrid, looks at the owl.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Happy Birthday, Harry.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
(excited)
|
|
For me?...Really?...He's Mine?...
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Crikey, yeh'd think yeh hadn't
|
|
gotten a birthday present before.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I haven't. Not really.
|
|
|
|
|
|
58 INT. LEAKY CAULDRON 58
|
|
|
|
Hagrid and Harry sit at a table in the corner. Hagrid dips
|
|
a spoon into a huge bowl of soup, looks up.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
You all right, Harry? Yer very
|
|
quiet.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
(touching his scar)
|
|
He killed my parents, didn't he?
|
|
The one who gave me this. You know,
|
|
Hagrid. I know you do.
|
|
|
|
Hagrid studies Harry, conflicted, then sets down his spoon.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID.
|
|
'Course I know. Who do yeh think
|
|
carried yeh out o' yer parents'
|
|
house, Hallowe'en night, ten years
|
|
ago? Who do yeh think brought yeh
|
|
ter Dumbledore an' watched him lay
|
|
yeh on yer Aunt an' Uncle's
|
|
doorstep? 'Course I know, Harry.
|
|
|
|
Hagrid leans in closer, his eyes glimmering in the dim pub.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
26.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Firs', un'erstand this, 'cause it's
|
|
important: not all yer wizards are
|
|
good. Some go bad. Years ago, there
|
|
was this one wizard who went as bad
|
|
as you could go. His name
|
|
was...was...
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Maybe if you wrote it down.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Nah—can' spell it. All right—
|
|
Voldemort.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Voldemort?
|
|
|
|
Hagrid shivers, holds up his hand, and glances quickly
|
|
about the shadows of the pub before continuing.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Dark days those were, Harry.
|
|
Volde...You-Know-Who...started
|
|
lookin' fer followers. Got 'em too.
|
|
Anyone that stood up to him ended
|
|
up dead. Including yer parents. No
|
|
one lived once he decided to kill
|
|
'em. Not one. 'Cept you.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Me? Voldemort tried to kill me?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
That's no ord'nary cut on your
|
|
forehead. A mark like that only
|
|
comes when yeh've been touched by a
|
|
curse. An evil curse.
|
|
|
|
Just then, a HIGH, CACKLING VOICE pierces the silence.
|
|
Harry turns, sees an OLD WOMAN laughing with the gummy
|
|
bartender.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
But what happened to Vol...to You-
|
|
Know-Who?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
27.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Some say he died. Codswallop, in my
|
|
opinion. I reckon he's out there
|
|
somewhere, jus' too weak to carry
|
|
on. But one thing's fer certain,
|
|
Harry. Somethin' about you stumped
|
|
him that night. That's why you're
|
|
famous. That's why e'ryone knows
|
|
yer name.
|
|
|
|
Hagrid leans close once more and t-Ms time his voice is
|
|
barely a WHISPER.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
You're the boy who lived.
|
|
|
|
|
|
59 EXT. KING'S CROSS STATION - DAHN 59
|
|
|
|
Harry and Hagrid, laden with a heavy TRUNK and SNOWY OWL,
|
|
stand outside the station in the shimmering dawn light.
|
|
|
|
Hagrid checks his WATCH, looks suddenly urgent.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Blimey, look at the time. 'Fraid I
|
|
'ave ter be leavin' yeh now, Harry.
|
|
Dumbledore will be wantin'—
|
|
|
|
Hagrid pats his LEFT POCKET. Catches himself.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
He'll be wantin' ter see me.
|
|
(handing him a TICKET)
|
|
That there's yer train. Leaves in
|
|
about ten minutes time. Jus' make
|
|
sure yeh stick ter yeh ticket.
|
|
That's very important, Harry. Stick
|
|
ter yeh ticket...
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
There must be something wrong,
|
|
Hagrid. This says Platform Nine and
|
|
Three Quarters. There's no such
|
|
thing...
|
|
|
|
Harry looks up, but Hagrid...is gone.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
...Is there?
|
|
|
|
|
|
60 INT. LOWER LEVEL - KING'S CROSS - MOMENTS LATER 60
|
|
28.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Harry dashes through a bustling King's Cross, sledding to a
|
|
halt in front of a pair of PLATFORM SIGNS. One reads NINE.
|
|
One reads TEN. Harry turns to a passing STATION OFFICER.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Excuse me. Can you tell me where I
|
|
might find Platform Nine and Three-
|
|
Quarters.
|
|
|
|
STATION OFFICER
|
|
(grumbling off)
|
|
Think you're funny, do you? Nine
|
|
and Three-Quarters indeed...
|
|
|
|
Harry looks about, despairingly, then HEARS...
|
|
|
|
MRS. WEASLEY (O.S.)
|
|
...packed with Muggles, of course.
|
|
|
|
Harry turns, sees a plump woman (MRS. WEASLEY) hurrying
|
|
along FOUR RED-HEADED BOYS and their little, red-headed
|
|
sister (GINNY). The boys all tow trunks identical to
|
|
Harry's.
|
|
|
|
MRS. WEASLEY
|
|
All right, Percy. You first.
|
|
|
|
Harry watches the tallest boy walk straight toward a
|
|
dividing barrier.and...VANISH. Harry squints in confusion.
|
|
Next, Mrs. Weasley turns to a pair of cheeky twins (FRED
|
|
and GEORGE).
|
|
|
|
MRS. WEASLEY
|
|
Fred. You next.
|
|
|
|
FRED
|
|
I'm not Fred. I'm George. Honestly,
|
|
woman, you call yourself our
|
|
mother?
|
|
|
|
MRS. WEASLEY
|
|
Sorry, George.
|
|
|
|
FRED
|
|
Only joking. I am Fred.
|
|
|
|
Fred dashes off, trailed by George. They too vanish.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Excuse me. Could you tell me—
|
|
|
|
MRS. WEASLEY
|
|
29.
|
|
|
|
|
|
How to get onto the platform? Not
|
|
to worry, dear. It's Ron's first
|
|
time to Hogwarts as well.
|
|
|
|
Harry looks at the youngest red-haired boy. He is tall,
|
|
gangly, and presently has a SMUDGE on his nose.
|
|
|
|
MRS. WEASLEY
|
|
"All you have to do is walk
|
|
straight at the barrier between
|
|
Platforms Nine and Ten. Focus...but
|
|
don't stop and don't be scared
|
|
you'll crash into it either. Best
|
|
do it at a bit of a run if you're
|
|
nervous.
|
|
|
|
Harry looks. Shrugs. ‘Sprinting at full speed, the barrier
|
|
coming closer and closer, he shuts his eyes and...
|
|
|
|
|
|
61 EXT. PLATFORM NINE AND THREE QUARTERS - DAY 61
|
|
|
|
...SLEDS onto a platform milling with people. A sign above
|
|
reads HOGWARTS EXPRESS. Below it sits a SCARLET STEAM
|
|
ENGINE.. Harry glances behind, sees a wrought-iron archway
|
|
where the barrier had been, with the words PLATFORM NINE
|
|
AND THREE QUARTERS on it. Just beyond, he sees Kings Cross
|
|
and the world he's left behind.
|
|
|
|
NEW ANGLE ON PLATFORM
|
|
|
|
Harry struggles with his heavy trunk as all around him
|
|
people say goodbye to their families. A round-faced boy
|
|
(NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM) turns frantically to his GRAN.
|
|
|
|
NEVILLE
|
|
Gran! I've lost my toad again.
|
|
|
|
GRAN
|
|
Oh, Neville. Honestly. Not again...
|
|
|
|
Further up, a BOY IN DREADLOCKS (LEE JORDAN) holds a BOX.
|
|
|
|
STUDENT
|
|
Go on, Lee. Give us a look.
|
|
|
|
As Lee lifts the LID, a LONG HAIRY LEG protrudes and
|
|
students SHRIEK. Unimpressed, one of the twins spots Harry
|
|
struggling.
|
|
|
|
GEORGE
|
|
Want a hand?
|
|
30.
|
|
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Yes, please.
|
|
|
|
GEORGE
|
|
Oy! C'mere, Fred! Take a handle.
|
|
|
|
|
|
62 EXT. PLATFORM - FURTHER ALONG - SECONDS LATER 62
|
|
|
|
Fred and George heave Harry's trunk atop other, similar
|
|
trunks while Harry sets Hedwig with the owls. Harry wipes
|
|
his sweaty hair off his brow...revealing his scar.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Thanks very much.
|
|
|
|
GEORGE
|
|
Blimey. You're...
|
|
|
|
FRED
|
|
Harry Potter.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
What? Oh, him. Yes. I mean, I am.
|
|
|
|
MRS. WEASLEY
|
|
Fred! George! Come say goodbye to
|
|
Ginny.
|
|
|
|
Mrs. Weasley stands waving, the redheaded girl clinging to
|
|
her dress. The twins take one last look at Harry, dash off.
|
|
|
|
|
|
63 INT. TRAIN COMPARTMENT/EXT. PLATFORM - DAY 63
|
|
|
|
Harry exits the crush of the aisle, enters an empty
|
|
compartment. Very much alone, he sits, peers out the window
|
|
as Percy Weasley strides forth in billowing BLACK ROBES.
|
|
|
|
PERCY
|
|
Have to go, Mother. The other
|
|
Prefects are expecting me up front.
|
|
|
|
FRED
|
|
Mum! Guess who’s on the train?
|
|
Right now.
|
|
|
|
FRED/GEORGE
|
|
Harry Potter!
|
|
|
|
GINNY
|
|
Oh, Mum, can I go on and see him?
|
|
Please.
|
|
31.
|
|
|
|
|
|
MRS. WEASLEY
|
|
Certainly not. The boy isn't
|
|
something you goggle at in a zoo.
|
|
(as the WHISTLE BLOWS)
|
|
All right, on you go, all of you.
|
|
Ron, what is that on your nose?
|
|
|
|
She goes for a handkerchief, but Ron spins away. She sighs,
|
|
calls after the twins.
|
|
|
|
MRS. WEASLEY
|
|
You two watch out for your brother.
|
|
And behave yourselves this year..If
|
|
I get one more owl telling me
|
|
you've blown up a toilet or
|
|
something--
|
|
|
|
FRED
|
|
Blown up a toilet? We've never
|
|
blown up a toilet.
|
|
|
|
GEORGE
|
|
Great idea, though, thanks, Mum!
|
|
|
|
|
|
64 EXT. HOGWARTS EXPRESS - DAY 64
|
|
|
|
As the train moves out of the station, Ginny chases after.
|
|
|
|
Harry watches her from his' window until she drops back.
|
|
King's Cross, and the life he's known, drift away.
|
|
|
|
|
|
65 EXT. SCOTLAND - HOGWARTS EXPRESS - DAY 65
|
|
|
|
The train whips past fields, small country lanes.
|
|
|
|
|
|
66 INT. TRAIN COMPARTMENT - DAY 66
|
|
|
|
Harry sits quietly. Then the compartment door slides open.
|
|
Ron stands there. Seeing Harry, he hesitates.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Mind? Everywhere else is full.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Not at all.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
I’m Ron, by the way.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
32.
|
|
|
|
|
|
I heard. I’m Harry.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
I...heard.
|
|
(unable to resist)
|
|
Is it true? I mean, have you really
|
|
got the...you know...
|
|
|
|
Without prompting, Harry lifts his hair.. Shows the scar.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Wicked.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Are all your family wizards?
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Huh? Oh. I think so. Well, Mum's
|
|
got a second cousin who's an
|
|
accountant. But we never talk about
|
|
him. I heard you went to live with
|
|
Muggles. What are they like?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Horrible. Well, not all of them.
|
|
Mine are, though. Trade them for
|
|
three wizard brothers any day.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Five. I'm the sixth in our family
|
|
to go to Hogwarts. Everyone expects
|
|
me to do as well as the others. But
|
|
if I do, it's no big deal because
|
|
they did it first. You never get
|
|
anything new, either, with five
|
|
brothers. I've got Bill's old
|
|
robes. Charlie's old wand. Even
|
|
Scabbers used to be Percy's...
|
|
|
|
Ron reaches into his pocket, pulls out a fat, gray,
|
|
seemingly unconscious, RAT (SCABBERS).
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Hardly ever wakes up. He's useless
|
|
basically. Percy got an owl for
|
|
making Prefect, but Mum and Dad
|
|
couldn't afford-- I mean, I got
|
|
Scabbers instead.
|
|
|
|
Roh looks embarrassed. Just then, a DIMPLED WOMAN pushing a
|
|
TROLLEY FULL OF SWEETS pops her head in.
|
|
|
|
DIMPLED WOMAN
|
|
33.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Anything off the trolley, dears?
|
|
|
|
Ron mumbles 'No thanks,' takes out a lumpy sandwich. Harry
|
|
studies him, then digs into his pockets, heavy with coin.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
We'll take the lot.
|
|
|
|
CLOSE UP: TROVE OF TREATS
|
|
|
|
|
|
67 INT. TRAIN COMPARTMENT - DAY (LATER) 67
|
|
|
|
...spread out on an empty seat. Harry marvels at the
|
|
strange, wondrous candies before him.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
'Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans'?
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
They mean every flavor. There's
|
|
chocolate, peppermint...but you can
|
|
also get liver or spinach or tripe.
|
|
George reckons he had a bogey-
|
|
flavored one once.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
These aren't real frogs, are they?
|
|
|
|
Harry holds up a pack of "CHOCOLATE FROGS"—something is
|
|
wriggling under the foil—then sees that Ron already has a
|
|
very realistic leg squirreling out the corner of his mouth.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
(mumbling)
|
|
Just a spell. Besides, it's the
|
|
card you want. Each pack's got a
|
|
Famous Witch or Wizard. Got about
|
|
500 myself. Watch it!
|
|
|
|
As Harry breaks the foil on his pack, the frog springs into
|
|
the air and out the open train window.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
That's rotten luck. They've only
|
|
got one good jump in them to begin
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with.
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Harry glances at the card in his hand. On it, there's a MAN
|
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with a crooked nose, long silver beard, and half-moon
|
|
glasses. Underneath is a name: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE.
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HARRY
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34.
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|
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I've gotten Dumbledore!
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RON
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|
I've about six of him. Trade you
|
|
Scabbers though, if you get Agrippa
|
|
or Ptolemy.
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HARRY
|
|
(reading the back)
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'Considered by many the greatest
|
|
wizard of modern times, Dumbledore
|
|
is particularly famous for his
|
|
defeat of the dark wizard
|
|
Grindelwald in 1945, for his
|
|
discovery of the 12 uses of
|
|
dragon's blood, and his work on
|
|
alchemy with his partner, Nicolas
|
|
Flamel. Approximately one hundred
|
|
and fifty years old, Professor
|
|
Dumbledore enjoys chamber music,
|
|
tenpin bowling, and...
|
|
(looking up)
|
|
One hundred and fifty years old?
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Thought he'd be older, did you?
|
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HARRY
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No--I--Hey, he's gone.
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Harry holds up the cardn-now blank--to Ron, who only
|
|
shrugs.
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RON
|
|
Well, you can't expect him to hang
|
|
around all day, can you?
|
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|
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HARRY
|
|
It's just, in the Muggle world,
|
|
people stay put in photos.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Really? They don't move at all?
|
|
Weird!
|
|
|
|
Just then, Scabbers SNORTS, falls back asleep.
|
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|
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RON
|
|
Pathetic, isn't it? Fred gave me a
|
|
spell that's to turn him yellow.
|
|
Want to see?
|
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35.
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|
|
|
|
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Harry nods, eager to see some magic. Ron pulls out a
|
|
BATTERED WAND--just as the compartment door OPENS and a
|
|
GIRL with bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth
|
|
looks in. She is HERMIONE GRANGER and is already wearing
|
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her school robes.
|
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|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named
|
|
Neville has lost one.
|
|
(seeing Ron's wand)
|
|
Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see
|
|
then.
|
|
|
|
She sits down. Ron looks a bit taken aback, but clears his
|
|
throat nonetheless, poises his wand over Scabbers.
|
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|
|
RON
|
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Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,
|
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Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.
|
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|
|
Scabbers SNORTS, but otherwise remains fat, grey, and
|
|
asleep.
|
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|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Are you sure that's a real spell?
|
|
Well, it's not very good, is it?
|
|
I've only tried a few simple ones
|
|
myself but they've all worked for
|
|
me. For example...
|
|
|
|
To Harry's surprise, Hermione takes her wand, points it
|
|
directly over his brow, then...stops.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Goodness. You're Harry Potter,
|
|
aren't you? I know all about you,
|
|
of course. I was doing a little
|
|
recreational reading and you're in
|
|
Modern Magical History, The Rise
|
|
and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great
|
|
Wizarding Events of the 20th
|
|
Century.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Am I?
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Didn't you know? I'd have found out
|
|
everything I could if it was me.
|
|
(raising her wand)
|
|
Anyway...Oculus Reparo.
|
|
|
|
instantly, the cracked bridge of Harry's glasses is mended.
|
|
36.
|
|
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
There. That's better, isn't it? I'm
|
|
Hermione Granger, by the way. And
|
|
you are...?
|
|
|
|
Ron is still staring at the glasses, feeling a bit outdone.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Um...Ron Weasley.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Pleasure. Do either of you know
|
|
what House you'll be in? I'm hoping
|
|
for Gryffindor--I hear Dumbledore
|
|
himself was in it--but I think I
|
|
might just die if they put me in
|
|
Slytherin. That was You-Know-Who's
|
|
House. Anyway, you two had better
|
|
change into your robes. I expect
|
|
we'll be arriving soon. You've got
|
|
dirt on your nose, by the way, did
|
|
you know?
|
|
|
|
As she exits, Harry and Ron just sit, staring at the door.
|
|
|
|
|
|
68 EXT. HOGSHEADS STATION - HOGWARTS - NIGHT 68
|
|
|
|
As the scarlet engine HISSES to a stop, Harry and the
|
|
others spill out. Harry's robes shimmer grandly, while
|
|
Ron's secondhand silks show a bit too much sneaker.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Firs' years! Firs' years over here!
|
|
|
|
Hagrid gives Harry a wink as he comes loping out of the
|
|
darkness, swinging a LAMP. Ron, preoccupied with wiping his
|
|
nose clean on his robes, stops, dumbstruck by Hagrid's
|
|
size.
|
|
|
|
|
|
69 EXT. BLACK LAKE - NIGHT - MOMENTS LATER 69
|
|
|
|
A FLEET of TINY BOATS glides silently over a glassy lake.
|
|
Harry rides with Ron, Hermione and Neville Longbottom,
|
|
gazing at the DARK TREES of the FOREST that surrounds them.
|
|
A GLINT OF SILVER flickers through the black trees, like a
|
|
dream. Harry watches, transfixed, then...
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
You there! Don' be trailin' yer
|
|
fingers in the water. Yeh might
|
|
find yeh don' get 'em all back.
|
|
37.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Harry turns, sees that Hagrid is speaking to a POINTY-FACED
|
|
BOY (DRACO MALFOY). Malfoy eyes Hagrid darkly, whispers to
|
|
a PAIR OF THICK-LOOKING BOYS (CRABBE and GOYLE).
|
|
|
|
Harry peers into the black water, sees his own pale face
|
|
looking back, then a soft GLITTER of REFLECTED LIGHT dances
|
|
on the surface. He looks up, watches a magnificent CASTLE
|
|
drift into view. Hogwarts.
|
|
|
|
|
|
70 INT. ENTRANCE HALL - HOGWARTS CASTLE - NIGHT 70
|
|
|
|
Harry and the others enter a grand entryway lit with
|
|
flaming torches. PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL, a rather severe-
|
|
looking witch in an emerald cloak, stands before a pair of
|
|
TOWERING DOORS.
|
|
|
|
She lifts her chin, surveys the new students.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Welcome to Hogwarts. In a moment,
|
|
you will pass through these doors
|
|
and join your classmates, but
|
|
before you can take your seats, you
|
|
must be sorted into your Houses.
|
|
They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff,
|
|
Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. While
|
|
here, your House is, in many ways,
|
|
your family. Your triumphs will
|
|
earn your House points, while any
|
|
rule-breaking will lose points. At
|
|
the end of the year, the House with
|
|
the most is awarded the House Cup,
|
|
a great honor. I hope each of
|
|
you...
|
|
|
|
Just then, a rather LARGE TOAD springs forth, CROAKS.
|
|
|
|
NEVILLE
|
|
Trevor!
|
|
|
|
Neville, blissfully relieved, gathers his toad, then peers
|
|
up from the hem of Professor McGonagall's robes.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
...will be a credit to whichever
|
|
House becomes yours. The Sorting
|
|
Ceremony will begin momentarily.
|
|
|
|
Professor McGonagall glowers at Neville, then exits. As she
|
|
goes, there is a BRIEF CLAMOR of SOUND from the students
|
|
waiting in the Great Hall beyond.
|
|
38.
|
|
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
How exactly do they sort us?
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Some kind of test, I think. Fred
|
|
says it hurts like hell, but I'm
|
|
sure he was joking. At least...I
|
|
think he was.
|
|
|
|
Just then, Draco Malfoy pushes through the crowd, shadowed
|
|
by the boys from the boat. Malfoy stares openly at Harry's
|
|
scar.
|
|
|
|
MALFOY
|
|
It's true then, what they were
|
|
saying on the train. Harry Potter
|
|
has come to Hogwarts.
|
|
|
|
Harry's eyes slide, appraise the other two boys.
|
|
|
|
MALFOY
|
|
Oh. This is Crabbe and Goyle. And
|
|
my name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.
|
|
|
|
Ron COUGHS, masking a snigger. Malfoy's eyes narrow.
|
|
|
|
MALFOY
|
|
Think my name's funny, do you? No
|
|
need to ask yours. Red hair,
|
|
freckles, and a hand-me-ddwn robe--
|
|
you must be a Weasley.
|
|
(to Harry)
|
|
You'll soon find out some wizarding
|
|
families are better than others,
|
|
Potter. You don't want to go making
|
|
friends with the wrong sort. I can
|
|
help you there.
|
|
|
|
Malfoy extends his hand, but Harry's gaze remains level.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I think I can tell the wrong sort
|
|
for myself, thanks.
|
|
|
|
Malfoy's eyes glitter with rage. Finally he drops his hand,
|
|
turns away.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Well, he's rather disagreeable,
|
|
isn't he?
|
|
|
|
Ron and Harry turn, see Hermione. Just then, Professor
|
|
McGonagall returns.
|
|
39.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
We are ready for you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
71 INT. GREAT HALL - NIGHT 71
|
|
|
|
Harry and the others file into a strangely splendid place
|
|
lit by THOUSANDS OF CANDLES FLOATING in midair over four
|
|
long tables lined with students. Harry looks to the windows
|
|
below the ceiling, finds glorious stars and an icy blue
|
|
moon.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
It's not real, the ceiling. It's
|
|
only bewitched to look like the
|
|
night sky. I read about it in
|
|
Hogwarts, A History.
|
|
|
|
Professor McGonagall sweeps to the front of the room where
|
|
a WIZARD'S HAT—patched and frayed—sits on a stool.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Before we begin, Professor
|
|
Dumbledore would like to say a few
|
|
words.
|
|
|
|
Harry watches with great interest as the great wizard
|
|
himself rises from his seat at the High Table.
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
Yes, and here they are: Nitwit!
|
|
Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!
|
|
|
|
The Great Hall THUNDERS with APPLAUSE.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
I hear he's a genius.
|
|
|
|
As the applause subsides, the hat TWITCHES. At the brim, a
|
|
rip OPENS WIDE, and the hat begins to TALK.
|
|
|
|
SORTING HAT
|
|
Oh, you may not think I'm pretty
|
|
But don't judge on what you see
|
|
I'll eat myself if you can find
|
|
A smarter hat than me. There's
|
|
nothing hidden in your head The
|
|
Sorting Hat can't see So try me on
|
|
and I will tell you Where you ought
|
|
to be....
|
|
|
|
As the students APPLAUD, the hat takes a bow and Professor
|
|
McGonagall: steps forward with a ROLL OF PARCHMENT.
|
|
40.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
When I call your name, you will
|
|
come forth, put on the hat and be
|
|
sorted.
|
|
(consulting her list)
|
|
|
|
Hermione Granger.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Oh dear. Here it is, isn't it? The
|
|
moment. Goodness. What if the hat
|
|
says nothing and we're all just
|
|
left standing here forever...
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
(as she goes mumbling
|
|
off)
|
|
Mental, that one. I'm telling you.
|
|
|
|
Both watch Hermione seat herself, lower the Hat.
|
|
|
|
SORTING HAT
|
|
GRYFFINDOR!
|
|
|
|
Percy pulls out a chair for Hermione at the Gryffindor
|
|
table.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Draco Malfoy.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Slytherin.
|
|
|
|
Draco Malfoy swaggers forth and grips the hat. He's barely
|
|
touched it to his head, when:
|
|
|
|
SORTING HAT
|
|
SLYTHERIN!
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
(off Harry's amazement)
|
|
There's not a witch or wizard who
|
|
went bad who wasn't in Slytherin.
|
|
Draco's father was one of the first
|
|
to join You-Know-Who when he got
|
|
power. And one of the first to come
|
|
back when he lost it.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Susan Bones.
|
|
41.
|
|
|
|
|
|
As SUSAN BONES dashes up front, Harry glances to the High
|
|
Table. Dumbledore watches the proceedings placidly, while
|
|
Professor Quirrell talks to a hook-nosed man with greasy
|
|
black hair and sallow skin, PROFESSOR SNAPE. Slowly, as if
|
|
he can feel Harry's gaze, Snape turns, looks straight into
|
|
Harry's eyes. Instantly, a Sharp, hot PAIN shoots across
|
|
Harry's scar.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Ouch!
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Harry? What is it?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
N-nothing. I'm fine.
|
|
|
|
SORTING HAT
|
|
Hufflepuff!
|
|
|
|
As Susan Bones runs off...
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Ronald Weasley.
|
|
|
|
As Ron steps nervously away, Harry glances back to the High
|
|
Table. Shape has returned to his conversation.
|
|
|
|
SORTING HAT
|
|
Gryffindor!
|
|
|
|
Fred and George WHOOP LOUDLY as Ron comes grinning out of
|
|
the hat, greatly relieved. Harry starts to clap himself
|
|
when...
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Harry Potter.
|
|
|
|
There is an abrupt drop in the CHATTER. As Harry makes his
|
|
way, he avoids the eyes of the many who stare and whisper.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
If you will, Mr. Potter.
|
|
|
|
Harry sits, takes the hat, and...slowly...lowers it. He
|
|
waits, then the hat begins to SPEAK.
|
|
|
|
SORTING HAT
|
|
Hmmm. Difficult. Very Difficult.
|
|
Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad
|
|
mind either. There's talent, oh
|
|
yes, and a thirst to prove
|
|
yourself. But where to put you...?
|
|
42.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Harry grips the edge of the stool, closes his eyes. His
|
|
lips move ever so slightly: Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin.
|
|
|
|
SORTING HAT
|
|
Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure?
|
|
You could be great, you know, it's
|
|
all here in your head, and
|
|
Slytherin will help you on the way
|
|
to greatness, no doubt about
|
|
that... No? Well, if you're sure
|
|
better be GRYFFINDOR!
|
|
|
|
A ROAR erupts from the Gryffindor table. Harry stands
|
|
shakily and walks to his table, where Percy, the Weasley
|
|
twins, and Hermione all welcome him. At the High Table,
|
|
Dumbledore lifts his goblet and, meeting Harry's
|
|
eyes...nods.
|
|
|
|
|
|
72 INT. GREAT HALL - LATER 72
|
|
|
|
Freshly sorted and seated, the Gryffindor first years watch
|
|
in amazement as the empty plates before them
|
|
suddenly...fill with food. There is roast beef, chicken,
|
|
pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, bacon, steak—the feast of
|
|
all feasts. Harry listens as a rather wild-looking boy
|
|
named SEAMUS talks to another student, DEAN THOMAS.
|
|
|
|
SEAMUS
|
|
I'm half and half. Me dad's a
|
|
Muggle, Mam's a witch. Bit of a
|
|
nasty shock for him when he found
|
|
out.
|
|
|
|
As Percy leans over to pour a strange liquid into Harry's
|
|
goblet, Harry nods to the High Table, to Professor Snape.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Say, Percy. Who's that teacher
|
|
talking to Professor Quirrell?
|
|
|
|
PERCY
|
|
Hm? Oh. Professor Snape. Head of
|
|
Slytherin House.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
What's he teach?
|
|
|
|
PERCY
|
|
Potions. But everyone knows it's
|
|
the Dark Arts he fancies. Been
|
|
after Quirrell's job for years.
|
|
43.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Just then, several STUDENTS SHRIEK as a volley of GHOSTS
|
|
stream into the hall overhead. One swoops down.
|
|
|
|
PERCY
|
|
Hello, Sir Nicolas. Have a nice
|
|
summer?
|
|
|
|
NEARLY HEADLESS NICK
|
|
Dismal. What with the Slytherins
|
|
winning the House Cup six years in
|
|
a row, the Bloody Baron's become
|
|
unbearable.
|
|
|
|
Nick nods his head in the direction of the Slytherin table,
|
|
where a horrific, BLOOD-STAINED GHOST hovers imperiously.
|
|
|
|
NEARLY HEADLESS NICK
|
|
Then again, he's always been
|
|
unbearable.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
I know you. You're Nearly Headless
|
|
Nick.
|
|
|
|
NEARLY HEADLESS NICK
|
|
I prefer Sir Nicolas, if you don't
|
|
mind.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Nearly headless? How can you be
|
|
nearly headless?
|
|
|
|
NEARLY HEADLESS NICK
|
|
Like this.
|
|
|
|
Seizing himself by the left ear, Nick swings his ENTIRE
|
|
HEAD off his neck and onto his shoulder, as if it were on a
|
|
hinge.
|
|
|
|
NEVILLE
|
|
(blanching)
|
|
I think I'm done eating.
|
|
|
|
Just then, Dumbledore rises at the High Table.
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
If I may, I have a few start-of-
|
|
term notices to announce. First
|
|
Years should note that the. Dark
|
|
Forest is strictly forbidden to all
|
|
pupils. Also, our caretaker, Mr.
|
|
Filch has asked me to remind you
|
|
that...
|
|
44.
|
|
|
|
|
|
FILCH, a sour-looking man, stands near a side exit while
|
|
MRS. NORRIS, a cat with glittering RED EYES, sits by his
|
|
feet.
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
...no magic should be used between
|
|
classes in the corridors. And
|
|
finally, please note that this
|
|
year, the third floor corridor on
|
|
the right hand side is out of
|
|
bounds to everyone who does not
|
|
wish to die a most painful death.
|
|
|
|
Hearing this, Ron stops chewing for the first time, glances
|
|
at Harry. But before either can speak...
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
And now, let us sing the school
|
|
song! Everyone pick their favorite
|
|
tune and off we go!
|
|
|
|
Professor McGonagall rolls her eyes slightly as Dumbledore
|
|
wields his wand. Consulting the PARCHMENT of LYRICS placed
|
|
beside their plates, Harry and his fellow First Years join
|
|
a rousing, but rather dischordant, chorus of VOICES.
|
|
|
|
SCHOOL SINGING
|
|
Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty
|
|
Hogwarts Teach us things worth
|
|
knowing Bring back what we've
|
|
forgot. Just do your best, we'll do
|
|
the rest And learn until our brains
|
|
all rot...
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|
|
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|
73 INT. MARBLE STAIRCASE - HOGWARTS - LATER - NIGHT 73
|
|
|
|
As the new Gryffindors follow Percy up the staircase, Harry
|
|
stares in wonderment at the PORTRAITS on the walls: the
|
|
people in them MOVE.
|
|
|
|
PERCY
|
|
This is the most direct path to the
|
|
dormitory, except on Fridays, of
|
|
course, when the
|
|
staircases...change.
|
|
|
|
As the staircase before them moves to the right, Percy
|
|
waits briefly, then leads on without comment to a...
|
|
|
|
|
|
74 INT. 7TH FLOOR CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 74
|
|
45.
|
|
|
|
|
|
... a new corridor. Up ahead, Harry spies a bundle of
|
|
WALKING STICKS floating in midair. Without warning, the
|
|
walking sticks come flying forth. As the First Years duck
|
|
and dodge, Percy sighs in annoyance.
|
|
|
|
PERCY
|
|
Gryffindors, I give you Peeves,
|
|
Hogwarts resident poltergeist.
|
|
|
|
POP! A tiny translucent man with wicked eyes and wide mouth
|
|
appears, clutching the last walking stick. He is PEEVES.
|
|
|
|
PEEVES
|
|
Oooh! Ickle Firsties! What fun!
|
|
|
|
With that, Peeves swoops off, wagging his tongue and
|
|
bouncing a walking stick off Neville's head.
|
|
|
|
PERCY
|
|
(walking on)
|
|
Rather a nuisance, I'm afraid. Ah.
|
|
Here we are.
|
|
|
|
At the very end of the corridor, hangs a PORTRAIT of a
|
|
WOMAN in a pink silk dress. She looks at Percy.
|
|
|
|
PINK LADY
|
|
Password?
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|
|
|
PERCY
|
|
Caput Draconis.
|
|
|
|
The portrait SWINGS FORWARD, revealing a ROUND HOLE in the
|
|
wall. The students all scramble through it, into the...
|
|
|
|
|
|
75 INT. GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM - NIGHT 75
|
|
|
|
The students enter a cozy, round room, filled with squashy
|
|
armchairs. At the top of a SPIRAL STAIRCASE, are two DOORS.
|
|
|
|
PERCY
|
|
Girls' dormitory to the left. Boys
|
|
to the right. You'll find your
|
|
belongings have already been
|
|
brought up. Any questions?
|
|
(no one speaks)
|
|
Then, goodnight all. Oh, and don't
|
|
forget. Before retiring, please
|
|
place all living potion ingredients
|
|
in your cupboards. This includes
|
|
slugs, fire beetles and cutworms.
|
|
Sweet dreams...
|
|
46.
|
|
|
|
|
|
76 INT. BOYS TOWER DORMITORY - LATER - NIGHT 76
|
|
|
|
Moonlight falls through the tower windows as Ron, Neville
|
|
arid Seamus slumber. As we find Harry, he is sleeping too,
|
|
but it is not restful. He twitches and turns... there is a
|
|
FLASH OF GREEN...then he awakens with a start, sits up.
|
|
Trembling. He glances about the room, then lies slowly
|
|
back. Eyes open.
|
|
|
|
|
|
77 INT. STAIRWAY - 12 NORTH - HOGWARTS - MORNING 77
|
|
|
|
The stairway bustles with students as Harry and Ron make
|
|
their way. Clearly lost, Ron consults his TIMETABLE.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
This is Staircase Twelve North,
|
|
which should take us to Backward
|
|
Staircase Seven—no wait a minute,
|
|
we're on Backward Staircase
|
|
Seven...
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
How many staircases are there?
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
One hundred forty-two, though, in A
|
|
History of Magic, Bathilda Bagshot
|
|
makes unattributed reference to
|
|
three others.
|
|
|
|
Harry arid Ron watch Hermione pass by, apparently holding
|
|
every single First Year course book in her arms.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
I hate her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
78 INT. MCGONAGALL'S CLASSROOM - MORNING 78
|
|
|
|
Students sit attentively, looking front...at a CAT. Its
|
|
markings, particularly around the eyes, are somehow
|
|
familiar. Harry and Ron burst in, glance around.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Whew! We made it, mate. Can you
|
|
imagine old McGonagall's face if we
|
|
were late first day out...
|
|
|
|
Hearing this, the cat narrows its eyes, leaps up
|
|
and...TRANSFORMS...into old McGonagall herself. Ron's mouth
|
|
drops open in amazement.
|
|
47.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
That was bloody brilliant!
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Thank you for that assessment, Mr.
|
|
Weasley. But perhaps it might be
|
|
more useful if I transfigured Mr.
|
|
Potter or yourself into a pocket
|
|
watch. That way one of you might be
|
|
on time.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
We got lost.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Then perhaps a map. I trust you
|
|
don't need one to find your seats?
|
|
|
|
Harry and Ron Slink past Hermione, sitting front row
|
|
center.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Transfiguration is some of the most
|
|
complex, dangerous and valuable
|
|
magic you will learn at Hogwarts.
|
|
Use it skillfully and it may, one
|
|
day, save your life. Make a mistake
|
|
and you could find yourself with a
|
|
toad's head and a monkey's tail.
|
|
(opening a textbook)
|
|
All right then. Shall we?
|
|
|
|
Harry and Ron exchange a glance, whip open their books.
|
|
|
|
|
|
79 INT. DUNGEONS - POTIONS - NEXT MORNING - DAY 79
|
|
|
|
As Professor Snape paces imperiously, Harry and the others
|
|
sit in dead silence, eyes wandering to the PICKLED ANIMALS
|
|
floating in GLASS JARS along the cold stone walls.
|
|
|
|
SNAPE
|
|
There will be no foolish wand
|
|
waving or silly incantations in
|
|
this class. As such, I don't expect
|
|
many of you to appreciate the
|
|
subtle science and exact art that
|
|
is potion making. However, for
|
|
those select few...
|
|
(glances at Malfoy)
|
|
48.
|
|
|
|
|
|
...who possess the predisposition,
|
|
I can teach you how to bewitch the
|
|
mind and ensnare the senses. I can
|
|
tell you howto bottle fame, brew
|
|
glory, even stopper death. Then
|
|
again, maybe some of you have come
|
|
to Hogwarts in possession of
|
|
abilities so formidable that you
|
|
feel confident enough to...not pay
|
|
attention.
|
|
|
|
Harry blinks, realizes Snape is looking at him.
|
|
|
|
SNAPE
|
|
Mr. Potter. Our hew...celebrity.
|
|
Tell me. What would I get if I
|
|
added powdered root of asphodel to
|
|
an infusion of wormwood?
|
|
|
|
Harry looks at a loss. Hermione’s hand shoots into the air.
|
|
|
|
SNAPE
|
|
You don't know. Well, let's try
|
|
again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you
|
|
look if I told you to find me a
|
|
bezoar?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I don't know, sir.
|
|
|
|
SNAPE
|
|
And the difference between
|
|
monkshood and wolfsbane?
|
|
|
|
Harry sees Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle sniggering.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I don't know, sir.
|
|
|
|
SNAPE
|
|
Pity. Clearly fame isn't
|
|
everything, is it, Mr. Potter.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Clearly Hermione knows. It seems a
|
|
pity not to ask her..
|
|
|
|
Neville, Seamus and a few other Gryffindors LAUGH.
|
|
|
|
SNAPE
|
|
Silence! And put your hand down,
|
|
you silly girl!
|
|
49.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Hermione wilts. Snape steps toward Harry, eyes glimmering.
|
|
|
|
SNAPE
|
|
For your information, Potter,
|
|
asphodel and wormwood make a
|
|
sleeping potion so powerful it is
|
|
know as the Draught of the Living
|
|
Dead. A bezoar is a stone taken
|
|
from the stomach of a goat and it
|
|
will save you from most poisons. As
|
|
for monkshood and wolfbane, they
|
|
are the same plant, which also goes
|
|
by the name of aconite.
|
|
(to the others)
|
|
Well, why aren't you all copying
|
|
this down?
|
|
|
|
The students scramble for their quills and parchment.
|
|
|
|
SNAPE
|
|
And Gryffindors. Note that five
|
|
points will be taken from your
|
|
House for your classmate's cheek.
|
|
|
|
|
|
80 INT. GREAT HALL - LATER - DAY 80
|
|
|
|
Harry stares glumly at the FOUR HOURGLASSES as the PRECIOUS
|
|
GEMS drop in Gryffindor's, rise in Slytherin's. Down the
|
|
table, Seamus is MUTTERING.
|
|
|
|
SEAMUS
|
|
Eye of rabbit, harp string hum...
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
What’s Seamus trying to do to that
|
|
glass of water?
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Turn it to rum. Actually managed a
|
|
weak tea yesterday before it...
|
|
|
|
PFFFT! BLUE FLAMES shoot over the rim of the glass.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Two Knuts says he loses his
|
|
eyebrows by week's end. Ah, mail's
|
|
here.
|
|
|
|
DOZENS OF OWLS circle the ceiling, then swoop down,
|
|
dropping parcels from home. A copy of The Daily Prophet
|
|
rolls onto the table near Harry.
|
|
50.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Hey look! Neville's gotten a
|
|
Remembrall!
|
|
|
|
Neville holds a GLASS BALL filled with WHITE SMOKE. Slowly,
|
|
the smoke begins to turn a DEEP SCARLET.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
I've read about those. If the smoke
|
|
turns red it means you've forgotten
|
|
something.
|
|
|
|
NEVILLE
|
|
Only problem is...I can't remember
|
|
what I've forgotten.
|
|
|
|
Harry, Daily Prophet in hand, nudges Ron.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Hey, Ron. Somebody broke into
|
|
Gringotts! Listen: 'Believed to be
|
|
the work of Dark wizards or witches
|
|
unknown, Gringotts goblins, while
|
|
acknowleging the breach, insist
|
|
nothing was taken. The vault in
|
|
question had, in fact, been emptied
|
|
earlier that very same day.' That’s
|
|
odd.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
It’s mad. Dad says there are
|
|
dragons guarding some of the
|
|
vaults.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
No. It’s just odd...That’s the day
|
|
Hagrid and I were there.
|
|
|
|
|
|
81 EXT. THE GROUNDS - HOGWARTS - DAY 81
|
|
|
|
Harry stands in a cluster of Gryffindors, across from
|
|
Malfoy and his Slytherin cronies. Between them, there is a
|
|
LONG LINE OF BROOMSTICKS. MADAME HOOCH, a rangy witch with
|
|
short grey hair and hawk-like eyes, stands between the two
|
|
groups.
|
|
|
|
MADAME HOOCH
|
|
Welcome to your first Flying
|
|
Lesson. Well, what are you all
|
|
waiting for? Everyone step up to a
|
|
broomstick. Come now. Hurry up.
|
|
51.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Harry steps forward nervously, glances down. His broom is
|
|
old, with twigs sticking out at odd angles.
|
|
|
|
MADAME HOOCH
|
|
Stick out your right hand, Over the
|
|
broom, and say "Up"!
|
|
|
|
SHOUTS of "Up!" ring on the cold afternoon air. Though he
|
|
barely WHISPERS the command, Harry’s broom SNAPS smartly
|
|
into his hand. Hermione's simply rolls over. Ron's FLIES UP
|
|
and CRACKS HIM IN THE NOSE.
|
|
|
|
MADAME HOOCH
|
|
Now. Once you’ve got hold of the
|
|
broom, I want you to mount it. And
|
|
grip it tight. We don't want you
|
|
sliding off the end.
|
|
(walking the row)
|
|
Your other right hand, Mr.
|
|
Finnegan. Goodness, boy, what have
|
|
you done with your eyebrows?
|
|
|
|
SEAMUS
|
|
Lost 'em, ma'am.
|
|
|
|
MALFOY
|
|
Excuse me, Madam Hooch. Given that
|
|
a few of us have been on sticks for
|
|
years, would it not make sense to
|
|
separate the expert flyers from...
|
|
(glancing at Harry)
|
|
...the neophytes?
|
|
|
|
MADAME HOOCH
|
|
Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, but I’m sure
|
|
even an expert flyer such as
|
|
yourself can appreciate the
|
|
benefits of reacquainting oneself
|
|
with the basics. Your grip, for
|
|
example. It's thumb in, not out.
|
|
|
|
As Malfoy reddens, Harry and Ron share a grin.
|
|
|
|
MADAME HOOCH
|
|
Very well. Now when I blow my
|
|
whistle, I want each of you to kick
|
|
off from the ground. Hard. Keep
|
|
your brooms steady, hover for a
|
|
moment, then lean forward slightly
|
|
and touch back down. On my
|
|
whistle...Three...Two...
|
|
52.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Jumping the gun entirely, a nervous Neville shoots straight
|
|
up into the air, like a cork out of a bottle.
|
|
|
|
MADAME HOOCH
|
|
Mr. Longbottom! Exactly where do
|
|
you think you're going?
|
|
|
|
Clutching desperately to his broom, Neville caroms crazily
|
|
off a tree, flops upside down, rockets past the other
|
|
students—who duck—then soars into a mad spiraling climb.
|
|
|
|
MADAME HOOCH
|
|
Come down here this instant!
|
|
|
|
Neville's pale face peers down, his eyes roll up...
|
|
|
|
MADAME HOOCH
|
|
On your broomstick, Longbottom!
|
|
|
|
Too late. With a giant THUD and a nasty CRACK, Neville hits
|
|
the pitch. Madame Hooch and the Gryffindors rush over.
|
|
|
|
MADAME HOOCH
|
|
Broken wrist. Come on, dear. Up you
|
|
get.
|
|
(leading him off)
|
|
Everyone's to keep their feet on
|
|
the ground while I take Mr.
|
|
Longbottom to the Hospital Wing.
|
|
Understand? If I see a single broom
|
|
in the air, the one riding it will
|
|
find themselves out of Hogwarts
|
|
before they can say 'Quidditch.'
|
|
|
|
As they go, Harry watches Neville's broom sail high over
|
|
Hagrid's house, where the giant himself sits in the front
|
|
garden, watching with a pair of BINOCULARS. Malfoy scoops
|
|
Neville's Remembrall from the grass, cackles.
|
|
|
|
MALFOY
|
|
Did you see his face? Perhaps if
|
|
the great lump had given this a
|
|
squeeze, he would've remembered to
|
|
fall on his fat arse.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Give it here, Malfoy.
|
|
|
|
MALFOY
|
|
No, I think I'll leave it somewhere
|
|
for Longbottom to find. How about
|
|
up a tree?
|
|
53.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Malfoy slings a leg over his broom, KICKS into the air.
|
|
|
|
MALFOY
|
|
What's the matter, Potter? A bit
|
|
beyond your reach?
|
|
|
|
Harry glowers up at Malfoy, then GRABS his broom.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Harry! No! You heard what Madame
|
|
Hooch said. Besides you don't even
|
|
know how to...fly.
|
|
|
|
Harry shoots into the sky, so angry that it's a moment
|
|
before he realizes what the others see clearly: he's a
|
|
natural. Turning his broomstick sharply, he hovers, glaring
|
|
at Malfoy.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Give it here. Or I'll knock you off
|
|
that ruddy broom.
|
|
|
|
MALFOY
|
|
Is that so?
|
|
|
|
Harry SHOOTS forth like a javelin, Malfoy just managing to
|
|
slip his charge. As Harry whips around, Malfoy glances down
|
|
at the ground, clearly unnerved. Harry simply smiles.
|
|
|
|
MALFOY
|
|
Have it your way, then!
|
|
|
|
Malfoy hurls the ball high. As it plummets, Harry throws
|
|
himself into a steep dive, rocketing recklessly downward,
|
|
ignoring the earth as it rushes toward him, extending his
|
|
hand and...snatching the ball only feet from the ground. He
|
|
lands running, grinning, as the Gryffindors cheer. then...
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
HAR-RY POT-TER!
|
|
|
|
Harry's stomach drops. Malfoy grins hideously.
|
|
|
|
MALFOY
|
|
Chin up, Potter. They might let you
|
|
stay on as Hagrid's assistant.
|
|
|
|
|
|
82 INT. CORRIDOR - HOGWARTS - MOMENTS LATER - DAY 82
|
|
|
|
Harry trails silently after Professor McGonagall.
|
|
54.
|
|
|
|
|
|
83 INT. ADJOINING CLASSROOM - MOMENTS LATER 83
|
|
|
|
Professor McGonagall leans into an adjacent classroom.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Excuse me, Professor Quirrell,
|
|
could I borrow Wood for a moment.
|
|
|
|
Startled, Professor Quirrell jumps, then OLIVER WOOD, a
|
|
burly fifth-year, emerges, glances curiously at Harry.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Potter, this is Oliver Wood.
|
|
Wood...I've found you a Seeker.
|
|
|
|
|
|
84 INT. CORRIDOR - HOGWARTS - EVENING 84
|
|
|
|
Harry and Ron walk, buffeted by the stream of students
|
|
heading for dinner. Hermione walks a few steps behind.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Seeker! But first years never make
|
|
the House teams. You must be the
|
|
youngest Quidditch player in--
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
--a century. According to
|
|
McGonagall.
|
|
|
|
Just then, Fred and George descend.
|
|
|
|
FRED
|
|
Well done, Harry. Wood's just told
|
|
us.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Fred and George are on the team
|
|
too. Beaters.
|
|
|
|
GEORGE
|
|
|
|
Our job to make sure you don't get bloodied up too bad.
|
|
Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch.
|
|
|
|
FRED
|
|
Brutal. But no one's died in years.
|
|
Someone will vanish occasionally...
|
|
|
|
GEORGE
|
|
But they turn up in a month or two.
|
|
|
|
As the twins dash off, Ron reads Harry's troubled fade.
|
|
55.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Oh go on, Harry. Quidditch is
|
|
great. Best game there is. And
|
|
you'll be great too.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
But I've never even played
|
|
Quidditch. What if I make a fool of
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myself?
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HERMIONE
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You won't make a fool of yourself.
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Ron and Harry turn. They hadn't’even noticed Hermione.
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HERMIONE
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It's in your blood.
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85 INT. TROPHY STAIRCASE - MOMENTS LATER 85
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Hermione leads Harry and Ron to a DISPLAY CASE. Inside is a
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history of Quidditch at Hogwarts, with ancient brooms,
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strange equipment, and various TROPHIES. She points. Etched
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upon a SILVER TRAY, below a GRYFFINDOR LION, one NAME
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shines:
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James Potter. Seeker.
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RON
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Harry...you didn't tell me your
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father was a Seeker too.
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HARRY
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I...didn't know.
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86 INT. MARBLE STAIRCASE - MOMENTS LATER 86
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As Harry and Ron trail Hermione up the staircase, Ron
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WHISPERS.
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RON
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I'm telling you, it's spooky. She
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knows more about you than you do.
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HARRY
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Who doesn't?
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Just then, the staircase LURCHES beneath their feet...
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87 INT. FORBIDDEN CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 87
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56.
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...and transports them to a very dark, very creepy
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corridor.
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RON
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Does anybody feel like...we
|
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shouldn't be here?
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HERMIONE
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We're not supposed to be here. This
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is the Third Floor. It's forbidden.
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HARRY
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(intrigued)
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Why, though?
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HERMIONE
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Because Dumbledore said so. Let's
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go.
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Meow. They freeze. A CAT sits watching them, eyes
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|
glittering in the dark. Then...a SHADOW scales the wall.
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FILCH (O.S.)
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Who goes there!
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They turn, dash the opposite way. As they reach a DOOR,
|
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Harry grips the knob, twists. It's LOCKED.
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FILCH (O.S.)
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Lead me to them, my sweet....
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RON
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|
That's it. We're done for.
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HERMIONE
|
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Oh, move over. Alohomora!
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|
Hermione gives her wand a swish and...the door swings open.
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|
Harry and Ron stare incredulously.
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HERMIONE
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|
Standard Book of Spells. Chapter
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|
Seven.
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88 INT. FORBIDDEN ROOM - CONTINUOUS 88
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As they fall inside, Hermione presses her ear to the door.
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RON
|
|
Chapter Seven?
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57.
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HERMIONE
|
|
Shhh! Filch is...gone.
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RON
|
|
He probably thinks this door is
|
|
locked.
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HERMIONE
|
|
It was locked.
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|
HARRY
|
|
And for good reason...
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|
Hermione and Ron turn. Standing a feet away is a DOG...only
|
|
this one has three heads, three pairs of mad, rolling eyes,
|
|
and three sets of hideous yellow fangs dripping with
|
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saliva.
|
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|
|
As the dog ROARS, they tumble back outside and...
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89 INT. 3RD FLOOR CORRIDOR 89
|
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|
...Harry FLINGS home the DOOR just before the dog throws
|
|
itself against it. They exchange a glance, dash off.
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|
90 INT. GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM - NIGHT 90
|
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|
The Pink Lady frowns as they spill through, stand gasping.
|
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|
RON
|
|
What do they think they're doing
|
|
keeping a thing like that locked up
|
|
in school?
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
You don't use yqur eyes, do you?
|
|
Didn't you see what it was standing
|
|
on?
|
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|
RON
|
|
I wasn't looking at its feet. I was
|
|
a bit preoccupied with its heads.
|
|
Or maybe you didn't notice. There
|
|
were three.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
It was standing on a trapdoor,
|
|
which means-it's not there by
|
|
accident. It's...
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
58.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Guarding something.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
That's right. Now, if you don't
|
|
mind, I think I'll go to bed before
|
|
either of you figures out another
|
|
clever way to get us killed. Or
|
|
worse...expelled.
|
|
|
|
|
|
133 EXT. PRACTICE FIELD - DUSK 133
|
|
|
|
Harry stands with Oliver Wood on the empty practice pitch.
|
|
|
|
WOOD
|
|
Quidditch is easy enough to
|
|
understand. Each team has seven
|
|
players: Three Chasers, two
|
|
Beaters, one Keeper and the Seeker—
|
|
that's you. There are three kinds
|
|
of balls. This one's called the
|
|
Quaffle.
|
|
(holds up a red ball)
|
|
The Chasers handle the Quaffle and
|
|
try to put it through one of three
|
|
hoops. The Keeper—that's me—defends
|
|
the hoops. With me so far?
|
|
|
|
Harry nods, points to a WOOD CRATE rocking Violently.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I think so. What's in there?
|
|
|
|
WOOD
|
|
Here. Take this.
|
|
|
|
Wood hands Harry a SMALL CLUB, kneels before the crate, and
|
|
unlashes a leather strap. Instantly, a BLACK BALL rockets
|
|
into the sky, then, without warning, PLUMMETS straight down
|
|
— at Harry's head. Startled, Harry jumps aside and—purely
|
|
on instinct—clubs it back into the sky.
|
|
|
|
WOOD
|
|
Not bad, Potter. You'd make a fair
|
|
Beater. Careful now, it's coming
|
|
back.
|
|
|
|
As the ball screams back to earth, Wood crates it.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
What was that?
|
|
|
|
WOOD
|
|
59.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Bludger. Nasty little buggers. But
|
|
you're a Seeker. The only ball I
|
|
want you to worry about is...this.
|
|
|
|
Wood takes out a TINY BALL about the size of a walnut.
|
|
BRIGHT GOLD, it has little, fluttering WINGS.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I like this ball.
|
|
|
|
WOOD
|
|
You like it now. Just wait. It's
|
|
wicked fast and damn near
|
|
impossible to see.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
What do I do with it?
|
|
|
|
WOOD
|
|
Catch it. Before the other team's
|
|
Seeker. You catch this, the game is
|
|
over. You catch this, Potter...we
|
|
win.
|
|
|
|
|
|
134 INT. PROFESSOR FLITWICK'S CLASS - DAY 134
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR FLITWICK, a very tiny, gnome-like wizard, stands
|
|
on a PILE OF BOOKS as he oversees the class.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR FLITWICK
|
|
Now don't forget that nice wrist
|
|
movement we've been, practising.
|
|
Swish and flick. Swish and flick.
|
|
|
|
Harry, paired with Seamus, poses his wand over the FEATHER
|
|
before him and begins to swish and flick.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Wingardium Leviosa.
|
|
|
|
The feather flutters, but never leaves the table.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR FLITWICK
|
|
And enunciate! Never forget Wizard
|
|
Baruffio, who said 's' instead of
|
|
'f' and found himself on the floor
|
|
with a buffalo on his chest.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!
|
|
|
|
Ron windmills his arms grandly. Nothing. Hermione frowns.
|
|
60.
|
|
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Honestly. You're going to take
|
|
someone's eye out. Besides, you're
|
|
saying it wrong. It's Levi-ohhhh-
|
|
sa. Not Levi-o-saaaah.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
You do it then, if you're so
|
|
clever.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Wingardium Leviosa.
|
|
|
|
Hermione swishes and flicks. Instantly the feather rises.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR FLITWICK
|
|
Oh, well done! Everyone see here.
|
|
Miss Granger's done it!
|
|
|
|
PFFFT! Across the room, SMOKE curls between Seamus and
|
|
Harry.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I think we’re going to need another
|
|
feather over here, Professor.
|
|
|
|
|
|
135 INT. COURTYARD - LATER - DAY 135
|
|
|
|
As Harry and Ron cross the courtyard, Ron mimics Hermione.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
It'sLevi-ohhhhh-sa. Not Levi-o-
|
|
saaaah. She's a nightmare,
|
|
honestly. No wonder she hasn't got
|
|
any friends.
|
|
|
|
JuSt then, someone BUMPS into Harry. He turns, sees
|
|
Hermione dash by, hugging her books, eyes glittering; with
|
|
tears.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I think she heard you.
|
|
|
|
|
|
136 INT. GREAT HALL - NIGHT 136
|
|
|
|
Candlelit PUMPKINS flicker throughout the hall, while
|
|
THOUSANDS OF LIVE BATS flutter overhead. Harry sits
|
|
quietly, studying an EMPTY CHAIR, then sees Professor
|
|
McGonagall standing across the way with Hagrid. Both are
|
|
looking at him. McGonagall says something to Hagrid, who
|
|
nods, then she steps away, approaches Harry.
|
|
61.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
How are you, Potter? All right?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Yes, Professor. Fine.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
I know...that is, we know...the
|
|
members of the staff...that this is
|
|
perhaps a difficult night for you.
|
|
Halloween. Your parents...
|
|
|
|
Harry realizes what she is talking about. Nods.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I'm all right, Professor.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Very well.
|
|
|
|
She turnsstarts to go.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Professor...Thank you.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
You're welcome, Potter.
|
|
|
|
As she goes, Harry sees Ron glumly pushing his food around,
|
|
listening to Neville speak across the EMPTY CHAIR to
|
|
Seamus.
|
|
|
|
NEVILLE
|
|
Parvati Patil said she wouldn't
|
|
come out of the girls' bathroom.
|
|
Said she's been in there all
|
|
afternoon. Crying.
|
|
|
|
Just then, Professor Quirrell runs into the room, CRIES
|
|
OUT:
|
|
|
|
QUIRRELL
|
|
TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! TROLL IN THE
|
|
DUNGEON ! Thought you ought to
|
|
know...
|
|
|
|
He faints to the floor. There is a brief silence, then
|
|
utter pandemonium breaks out; Students SHRIEK. Bats
|
|
SCREECH.
|
|
|
|
POP! POP! POP! The hall goes still, all eyes on Dumbledore,
|
|
standing at the front, purple smoke trailing from his wand.
|
|
62.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
Everyone will please not panic.
|
|
Prefects, lead your Houses back to
|
|
the dormitories. Teachers, follow
|
|
me to the dungeons.
|
|
|
|
|
|
137 INT. MARBLE STAIRCASE - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 137
|
|
|
|
As they follow Percy up the stairs, Ron still looks glum.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
How could a troll get in?
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Not on its own. Trolls are really
|
|
stupid. Probably Peeves' playing
|
|
jokes...
|
|
(seeing Harry's face)
|
|
What?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Hermione. She doesn't know.
|
|
|
|
|
|
138 INT. GIRL'S BATHROOM CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 138
|
|
|
|
Harry and Ron slip away from the Gryffindors, in with the
|
|
Hufflepuffs, then down a deserted hallway. As FOOTSTEPS
|
|
ring out, they duck behind a STONE GRIFFIN, see Snape hurry
|
|
past.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
That's the third-floor he's going
|
|
to. Teachers were supposed to go to
|
|
the dungeons...
|
|
(wrinkling his nose)
|
|
What's that?
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Smells like Fred's socks.
|
|
Only...worse.
|
|
|
|
Much worse. Lumbering toward them is a TROLL with an
|
|
ENORMOUS CLUB. As it comes into a PATCH OF MOONLIGHT, it
|
|
blinks stupidly, peers into a doorway, then slouches slowly
|
|
inside.
|
|
|
|
Harry studies a SUIT OF ARMOR beside the door, thinks...
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Follow me.
|
|
63.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Harry edges forward, pulls the SWORD from the suit of
|
|
armor, and runs it through the door handle, trapping the
|
|
troll.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Yes!
|
|
|
|
Harry grins, then HEARS a high, petrified SCREAM.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
This wouldn't be the girl's
|
|
bathroom, would it?
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
CLOSE UP — HERMIONE SCREAMING
|
|
|
|
|
|
139 INT. GIRL’S BATHROOM - NIGHT 139
|
|
|
|
A HUGE SHADOW falls over Hermione’s face.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE'S POV
|
|
|
|
...as the troll advances directly toward her.
|
|
|
|
She dashes into a stall, bolts the door. Trembling, she
|
|
peers upw’ard.. .watching as...the troll's face appears
|
|
over the top, looking in.
|
|
|
|
Panicked, she drops to the floor and shimmies into the next
|
|
stall, out of Sight. Angered, the troll raises its club and
|
|
—■ SMASH!--shatters the stall Hermione just vacated. As
|
|
wood rains down in jagged, splintered pieces...
|
|
|
|
...Harry and Ron rush in, staring in horror as the troll
|
|
raises the club high and SHATTERS the next stall.
|
|
|
|
Hermione, still crawling, covers her head and peers back.
|
|
|
|
SMASH! The club comes thundering down yet again, this time
|
|
just inches from her foot.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Don't worry, Hermione! We're here!
|
|
(turning to Harry)
|
|
She's dead.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
I heard that!
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
64.
|
|
|
|
|
|
What do we do?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
(looking about
|
|
frantically)
|
|
Confuse it!
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Confuse it?
|
|
(SHRUGGING)
|
|
Hey, pea brain!
|
|
|
|
Harry and Ron grab anything they can arid begin to hurl it
|
|
at the troll, but they might as well be throwing
|
|
marshmallows.
|
|
|
|
As shards of wood bounce off its pint-sized head and great
|
|
lumpy shoulders, the troll brings the club down once more
|
|
and SHATTERS the last stall.
|
|
|
|
As Harry and Ron look on grimly, the troll jabs its club
|
|
into the hash of wood before it, poking about for Hermione,
|
|
when, at the last second...
|
|
|
|
...she scrambles out and dashes under the sink. GRUNTING
|
|
furiously, the troll turns, begins to advance on her.
|
|
|
|
Harry, thinking fast, rushes forward and leaps upon the
|
|
troll's rising club, rising himself...right out of
|
|
FRAME...and then...dropping...
|
|
|
|
...right onto the troll's slimy neck. The troll blinks
|
|
dimly and, before it can react, Harry—purely on instinct—
|
|
shoves his wand straight up the troll's nose.
|
|
|
|
The troll ROARS in pain, dropping the club and stamping
|
|
about. Ron watches helplessly, then glances at the club on
|
|
the floor, an idea flickering across his face. Raising his
|
|
wand, he SPEAKS:
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Wingardium Leviosa.
|
|
|
|
Harry swings around, sees Ron standing, wand poised. It
|
|
does not inspire confidence. Ron looks at Hermione, takes a
|
|
breath, and this time, employs the correct pronunciation.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Wingardium LEVI-OHHHH-SA!
|
|
65.
|
|
|
|
|
|
With that, the club quivers upon the floor...begins to
|
|
rise. The troll, still raging, grabs Harry's leg and peels
|
|
him off his body. As he holds Harry up high, suspended by
|
|
one leg, Harry's world goes upside down, spinning, when...
|
|
|
|
...the club floats by his face. The troll pauses, watching
|
|
in confusion as the club rises toward the ceiling, hanging
|
|
in magical suspension until...
|
|
|
|
...THUNK! It drops smack on the troll's head. Wobbling, the
|
|
troll releases its grip on Harry's leg and...
|
|
|
|
...drops him hard to the floor. Harry peers up. The troll
|
|
wobbles one last time and starts to fall...directly on top
|
|
of Harry. Quickly, Harry rolls away...
|
|
|
|
...just before the troll SLAMS to the floor, inches away.
|
|
|
|
All is quiet for a moment. Then Hermione steps forward.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Is it--dead?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I don't think so. Just knocked out.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
No need to kill it, after all.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Yes, well, that was big of you.
|
|
Ugh. Troll snot.
|
|
|
|
Harry extracts his wand, wipes it on the troll's trousers.
|
|
A sudden VOLLEY of FOOTSTEPS announces the arrival of
|
|
Professors McGonagall, Snape, and a still queasy Quirrell.
|
|
Harry notices a SPOT OF BLOOD on Snape's leg, sees Snape
|
|
shift his cloak to cover it.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Explain yourselves! Both of you.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
It's my fault, Professor
|
|
McGonagall.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Miss Granger!
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
66.
|
|
|
|
|
|
I went looking for the troll. I've
|
|
read about them and thought I could
|
|
handle it. But I was wrong. If
|
|
Harry and Ron hadn't come
|
|
along...I'd be dead.
|
|
|
|
Ron drops his wand, stunned by Hermione's lie.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
I'm very disappointed in you, Miss
|
|
Granger. Five points will be taken
|
|
from Gryffindor for your very
|
|
serious lack of judgement. As for
|
|
you gentlemen, I hope you realize
|
|
just how lucky you are. Not many
|
|
First Years could take on a full
|
|
grown maintain troll and live to
|
|
tell the tale. I award each of you
|
|
five points...for sheer dumb luck.
|
|
|
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140 INT. SEVENTH FLOOR CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 140
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Hermione walks silently beside Harry and Ron.
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HARRY
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Good of her to get us out of
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trouble like that.
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RON
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Mind you, we did save her from a
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full grown mountain troll.
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HARRY
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Mind you, she might not have needed
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saving if we hadn't locked the
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thing in with her.
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Ron glances at Hermione, then away.
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RON
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What are friends for?
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141 INT. GREAT HALL - DAY 141
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Harry, Ron and Hermione sit together. Harry ignores his
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breakfast. Ron, as usual, is stuffing his face.
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RON
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Take a bit of toast, mate. Go on.
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HERMIONE
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67.
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Ron's right, Harry. You're going to
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need your strength today.
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HARRY
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I'm not hungry.
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SNAPE
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(appearing)
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Good luck today, Potter. Then
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again, now that you've proven
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yourself against a troll, a little
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game of Quidditch should be easy
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work for you. Even if it is against
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my boys.
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Snape smiles, LIMPS away toward the Slytherin table.
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HERMIONE
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That was...disturbing.
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RON
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I tell you what's disturbing. Snape
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smiling.
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HARRY
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That explains the blood...
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HERMIONE
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Blood?
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HARRY
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Last night, Ron and I saw Snape
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|
heading for the third floor. I'm
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|
guessing he let the troll in as a
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|
diversion, tried to get past the
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three-headed dog, and got himself
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bit. That's why he's limping.
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HERMIONE
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|
But why would anyone go near that
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|
dog?
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HARRY
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|
Listen. The day I was at Gringotts,
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Hagrid took something out of one of
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the vaults. Said it was Hogwarts
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|
business. Very secret.
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HERMIONE
|
|
So you're saying...
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HARRY
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68.
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That's what the dog's guarding.
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That's what Snape wants.
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RON
|
|
"But what's safer than Gringotts?
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HARRY
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|
One place, according to Hagrid.
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Hogwarts.
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HERMIONE
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|
Well, whatever it is, it must be
|
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really valuable.
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HARRY
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|
Or really dangerous.
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|
Just then, an OWL beats into the room.
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|
HERMIONE
|
|
Bit early for mail, isn't it?
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HARRY
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|
That's Hedwig.
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|
All watch as she swoops down with a LONG, THIN PACKAGE.
|
|
Harry slips Hedwig a piece of his uneaten toast, strips
|
|
open the parcel and finds, inside, a sleek mahogany
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|
BROOMSTICK.
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HARRY
|
|
It's a broomstick.
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RON
|
|
That's not a broomstick, Harry.
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|
That's a Nimbus Two Thousand.
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|
HARRY
|
|
But who...?
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Harry glances up, sees—far across the room--Professor
|
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McGonagall looking his way. Quickly, she turns away.
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142 EXT. QUIDDITCH FIELD - DAY 142
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|
The stadium is full. Ron and Hermione join Neville and
|
|
Seamus in the Gryffindor section, unfurl a banner that
|
|
reads POTTER FOR PRESIDENT. As the Slytherin and Gryffindor
|
|
teams take the field, the CROWD ROARS. Oliver Wood runs up
|
|
alongside a nervous Harry, who clutches his new Nimbus
|
|
2000.
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|
69.
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WOOD
|
|
I know what you're thinking, Harry.
|
|
I'm playing my first game of
|
|
Quidditch, the entire school's
|
|
watching me and, worst of all, it's
|
|
against Slytherin. Am I right?
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|
|
HARRY
|
|
Pretty close.
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WOOD
|
|
It's all right. I felt the same way
|
|
before my first game.
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|
|
HARRY
|
|
What happened?
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|
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WOOD
|
|
I don't really remember. I took a
|
|
Bludger to the head about two
|
|
minutes in and woke up in the
|
|
hospital a week later.
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|
|
Madame Hooch, clad in REFEREE ROBES, addresses the players.
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|
|
MADAME HOOCH
|
|
Now, I want a nice clean game. From
|
|
all of you.
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|
|
|
She glances tellingly at Slytherin Captain MARCUS FLINT.
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|
|
Harry leans over to ANGELINA JOHNSON, Gryffindor Chaser.
|
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|
|
HARRY
|
|
Who's he, Angelina?
|
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|
|
ANGELINA
|
|
Marcus Flint. Slytherin Captain.
|
|
They say he's got troll blood in
|
|
him.
|
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|
|
Harry swallows as Flint glares at him murderously.
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|
|
MADAME HOOCH
|
|
Mount your brooms, please.
|
|
|
|
Hands trembling, Harry waits, then the WHISTLE BLASTS.
|
|
FOURTEEN BROOMSTICKS rise into the air. As the crowd ROARS,
|
|
Madam Hooch kicks the crate, releasing two SCREAMING
|
|
Bludgers, then tosses up the Quaffle. In the stands, LEE
|
|
JORDAN does COMMENTARY.
|
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|
|
LEE JORDAN
|
|
70.
|
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|
|
Quaffle's up...and straight off
|
|
taken by Angelina Johnson of
|
|
Gryffindor. What an excellent
|
|
Chaser that girl is, and rather
|
|
attractive too, I might add.
|
|
|
|
Professor McGonagall casts a disapproving glance at Jordan,
|
|
then turns to watch the action below.
|
|
|
|
Cradling the Quaffle, Angelina Johnson WEAVES wickedly past
|
|
a Slytherin Chaser, DUCKS UNDER a sizzling Bludger that
|
|
Fred Weasley CHIPS AWAY, then DISHES OFF to a speeding
|
|
Alicia Spinnet. Alicia FALLS into a FIFTEEN FOOT ROLLING
|
|
DIVE, feeds the Quaffle back to Angelina...but has it
|
|
INTERCEPTED by a slashing Marcus Flint. Flint FLIES FAST
|
|
for the hoop, rears back...but has his shot BLOCKED by
|
|
Oliver Wood. Wood bumps, the Quaffle to Chaser Katie Bell,
|
|
who ROCKETS past Flint the length of the field...only to
|
|
take a Bludger to the back of the head. As the Quaffle pops
|
|
loose, Marcus Flint grabs it, drives with astonishing speed
|
|
back the other way, then takes a Bludger himself, courtesy
|
|
of George Weasley. Angelina Johnson swoops down, Snatches
|
|
the spinning Quaffle and, flying like lightning, races the
|
|
field to score.
|
|
|
|
As Gryffindor CHEERS fill the cold air, Hagrid makes his
|
|
way up the stands, scattering students in his wake.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Budge up there. Clear the way.
|
|
How's Harry holdin' up?
|
|
|
|
Ron and Hermione squeeze together, giving Hagrid space.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
He hasn't had much to do yet.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
First game. He stays outta trouble,
|
|
that'll be doin' enough.
|
|
|
|
Above the pitch, Slytherin's ADRIAN PUCEY eludes two
|
|
Bludgers, two Weasleys and the Chaser, ZOOMING toward the
|
|
goals...when suddenly a FLASH OF GOLD zips by his left ear.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
The Snitch!
|
|
|
|
Far below, Slytherin Seeker TERENCE HIGGS makes his move.
|
|
71.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Harry DIVES. Faster than Higgs, he closes the gap quickly,
|
|
eyes locked on the tiny golden ball. He adds some speed,
|
|
reaches out, and—WHAM!—Marcus Flint HITS HIM full on,
|
|
sending him reeling. Harry PULLS UP his tip, LEVELS-OFF,
|
|
and glances about. But the Snitch is GONE.
|
|
|
|
RON/HERMIONE/HAGRID
|
|
FOUL! FOUL! FOUL!
|
|
|
|
As a Bludger screams past Harry, he tries to kick his broom
|
|
higher. Instead, it LURCHES, nearly tossing him off. Below,
|
|
Hagrid peers through his BINOCULARS, frowns.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Dunno what Harry thinks he's doin'.
|
|
If I didn't know better, I'd say
|
|
he's lost control of his broom...
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Maybe something happened to it when
|
|
Flint blocked him.
|
|
|
|
In the stands, people gasp as the broom ROLLS OVER and
|
|
leaves Harry DANGLING from one end. Neville buries his
|
|
face.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
No. Can't nothin' interfere with a
|
|
broomstick except, powerful Dark
|
|
magic. No kid could do that to a
|
|
Nimbus 2000.
|
|
|
|
Hearing this, Hermione GRABS Hagrid's binoculars.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
(whispering to Ron)
|
|
It's Snape. He's jinxing the broom.
|
|
|
|
Ron takes the binoculars, looks. Snape sits MUTTERING in
|
|
the opposite stands, staring into the sky. Staring at
|
|
Harry.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Jinxing the broom? What do we do?
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Leave it to me.
|
|
|
|
As Hermione dashes off, Ron turns the binoculars back to
|
|
the sky. Harry hangs from the broom with two hands while
|
|
Fred hovers nearby. George circles about ten feet below.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
72.
|
|
|
|
|
|
What’s George doing?
|
|
|
|
FRED
|
|
Just in case you fall, George
|
|
will...
|
|
(not sure of this
|
|
himself)
|
|
...catch you.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I knew I should have gone out for
|
|
football.
|
|
|
|
GEORGE
|
|
What's football?
|
|
|
|
Hermione fights her way through the Slytherin faithful, who
|
|
cackle at Harry's plight, toward Snape.
|
|
|
|
MALFOY
|
|
Take a good look, lads. With any
|
|
luck we'll be having Potter soup
|
|
for supper—
|
|
|
|
Just then, Hermione brushes past, sending Malfoy ass over
|
|
tea kettle into Professor Quirrell in the row below.
|
|
Reaching Snape, Hermione crouches down and whips out her
|
|
wand.
|
|
|
|
Across the field Ron peers through the binoculars...
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Come on, Hermione...
|
|
|
|
Just then, BLUE FLAMES spit from Hermione's wand, climbing
|
|
quickly up Snape's robes. Snape continues to mutter,
|
|
staring skyward, then realizes he's on fire, and looks
|
|
away. In the commotion, that ensues, Ron sees Hermione
|
|
scoop the blue fire into a little jar, slip it into robe,
|
|
and make her escape.
|
|
|
|
Instantly, Harry's broom stops jerking. He clambers back
|
|
on, when—SWOOSH!—A FLASH OF GOLD streaks by him: the
|
|
Snitch. Higgs ZOOMS UP from below and he and Harry give
|
|
chase.
|
|
|
|
The Snitch SWERVES, then... DIVES. As it PLUMMETS, Harry
|
|
and Higgs plummet too, giving it all they've got.
|
|
|
|
On the pitch below, Hermione puts her hand to her mouth. In
|
|
the stands, Neville buries his head again.
|
|
73.
|
|
|
|
|
|
As the Snitch drops, the ground rushes crazily upward, the
|
|
speed breathtaking. Harry seems intoxicated by it, slightly
|
|
crazed, eyes riveted to the fluttering Snitch, seeing it
|
|
and only it. Higgs, on the other hand, sees only the ground
|
|
and, at the last minute, can bear it no longer, PULLING UP
|
|
on his broom and SWERVING to safety. As Harry and earth
|
|
collide, the Nimbus cartwheels away, Harry rolls off and,
|
|
coming up on all fours, Claps his hand to his mouth. As if
|
|
he were sick.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Well, that's unfortunate.
|
|
Understandable, but unfortunate.
|
|
|
|
As Harry COUGHS, Hagrid takes back his binoculars, which,
|
|
unfortunately for Ron, are still around Ron's neck.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Unfortunate nothin'. He's got the
|
|
Snitch!
|
|
|
|
Harry SHOOTS his hand in the air. The crowd ROARS. Marcus
|
|
Flint touches down, fuming.
|
|
|
|
FLINT
|
|
He didn't catch it. He swallowed
|
|
it!
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
(popping in)
|
|
Nothing in the Quidditch rulebook
|
|
discriminates against catching the
|
|
Snitch in your mouth. Or any other
|
|
place for that matter. In fact, in
|
|
a game played in Greece in the late
|
|
seventeenth century—
|
|
|
|
MADAME HOOCH
|
|
Thank you, Miss Granger. We can
|
|
dispense with the more unattractive
|
|
historical details of the game.
|
|
Nevertheless, your point is well
|
|
taken. Match to Gryffindor!
|
|
|
|
As Harry's teammates lift him to their shoulders, Hermione
|
|
spies Snape in the far stands, limping quickly away, his
|
|
robes still smoking.
|
|
|
|
|
|
143 EXT. HOGWARTS GROUNDS - LATER - DAY 143
|
|
|
|
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walk with Hagrid towards his home,
|
|
a WOODEN HUT on the edge of the Dark Forest.
|
|
74.
|
|
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Rubbish! Why would Snape put a
|
|
curse on Harry's broom?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Who knows? Why was he trying to get
|
|
past that three-headed dog on
|
|
Halloween?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
How do you know about Fluffy?
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Fluffy?
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
That thing has a name?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
'Course he's got a name. He's mine.
|
|
Bought him off an Irish bloke I met
|
|
in the Pub las' year. Lent him to
|
|
Dumbledore to guard the...
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Yes?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Don' be askin' me anymore. That's
|
|
top secret, that is.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
But Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's
|
|
guarding, Snape's trying to steal
|
|
it.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Codswallop! Snape's a Hogwart's
|
|
teacher.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a
|
|
jinx when I see one, Hagrid. I've
|
|
read all about them. You've got to
|
|
keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't
|
|
blinking.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
75.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Now listen to me, all three of yeh—
|
|
yer meddlin' in things that
|
|
shouldn't be meddled. It's
|
|
dangerous. What that dog's guardin'
|
|
is strictly betw'n Professor
|
|
Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel—
|
|
|
|
Hagrid stops, furious with himself, then turns for his hut,
|
|
where FANG, an enormous black boarhound, greets him.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Nicolas Flamel. Why does that name
|
|
sound familiar?
|
|
|
|
|
|
144 EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - DAY 144
|
|
|
|
December.. Snow falls, dusting the castle turrets and
|
|
blanketing the grounds. Hagrid drags a GIANT CHRISTMAS FIR
|
|
toward the Castle, Fang trotting by his side.
|
|
|
|
|
|
145 INT. GREAT HALL - DAY 145
|
|
|
|
Nearly Headless Nick SWOOPS about a TOWERING CHRISTMAS
|
|
TREE, running GARLAND over the limbs, while Peeves plucks
|
|
ORNAMENTS from the branches, hurling them to the floor.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Listen up! As the lake is frozen,
|
|
all students going home for holiday
|
|
will take a flying sleigh to the
|
|
departure platform. Earmuffs are
|
|
strongly recommended.
|
|
|
|
Harry and Ron pay no attention to the students bustling
|
|
about them, sitting alone by the window playing WIZARD
|
|
CHESS. Unlike Muggle chess, these figures are alive.
|
|
Presently, Harry's BISHOP looks cross.
|
|
|
|
BISHOP
|
|
Don't send me there! Can't you see
|
|
his Knight? Send him. We can afford
|
|
to lose him.
|
|
|
|
The bishop points to a PAWN. Harry sheepishly complies.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Queen to pawn six.
|
|
|
|
Ron YAWNS as his queen steps forward and--with extreme
|
|
prejudice—disposes of the pawn. Hermione, huge trunk in
|
|
tow, arrives just in time to witness the carnage.
|
|
76.
|
|
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Oh my god! That's barbaric!
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
That's chess. I see you're packed.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
I see you're not.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Change of plans. My parents decided
|
|
to go to Romania to visit my
|
|
brother Charlie. He's studying
|
|
dragons there.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
You can help Harry then. He
|
|
promised to keep looking in the
|
|
library for Nicolas Flamel over
|
|
holiday.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
We have looked. A hundred times.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
(as she exits)
|
|
Not in the Restricted Section.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
I think we've had a bad influence
|
|
on her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
146 INT. BOYS TOWER DORMITORY - MORNING 146
|
|
|
|
CAMERA PANS a stack of PACKAGES at the foot of Harry's bed.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Happy Christmas, Harry!
|
|
|
|
Harry rubs his eyes, sees Ron wearing a MAROON SWEATER over
|
|
his pajamas. Ron tosses him a present.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I've got presents.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
What'd you expect? In your hand's
|
|
from Hagrid. And by the looks of
|
|
that lumpy one, Mum's sent you a
|
|
Weasley sweater.
|
|
77.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Harry opens Hagrid's, finds a WOODEN FLUTE. As he blows it,
|
|
Hedwig cocks her head. It sounds like an owl. Harry takes
|
|
up the next parcel. It's very light. He reads the NOTE
|
|
attached.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
'Your father left this in my
|
|
possession before he died. It is
|
|
time it was returned to you.'
|
|
|
|
Harry tears the paper away, finds something SHINY and
|
|
translucent slithers to the floor.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
It's some kind of...cloak.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Well, let's see then. Put it on.
|
|
|
|
As Harry takes the cloth, we hang on Ron, watching, then:
|
|
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RON
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Ahhh!
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Harry's head is floating in midair. Ron looks on in awe.
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RON
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Harry, do you know what this is?
|
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It’s an invisibility cloak. They're
|
|
really rare. Who gave you this?
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HARRY
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There's no name...It just says,
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'Use it well.'
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147 INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT 147
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Pitch black. A match STRIKES, floats by itself, in midair.
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It drifts forward, LIGHTS a LAMP.
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148 INT. LIBRARY - ROW OF BOOKS - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 148
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The lamp floats eerily among the books, then rises,
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illuminates a SIGN: RESTRICTED.
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149 INT. RESTRICTED ROOM - LIBRARY - NIGHT 149
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The lamp FLOATS into the room, the invisibility cloak drops
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and, bit by bit, HARRY appears.
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78.
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HARRY
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|
Flamel. Nicolas Flamel...
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|
Harry runs his finger along the spines, stops. Takes a
|
|
LARGE BOOK from the shelf. Runs his hand over the course
|
|
leather, then...opens it. At once it begins to SHRIEK!
|
|
Harry SLAMS it shut, but it goes on WAILING. Stumbling
|
|
back, Harry tips the lamp and all GOES dark. FOOTSTEPS ring
|
|
out. Frantically, Harry sifts the darkness for the cloak,
|
|
panicking, when his hands...DISAPPEAR. Pitching the cloak
|
|
over himself, he dashes to the door, just as it CLANGS open
|
|
—revealing Filch. As Filch's pale, wide eyes stare straight
|
|
ahead, Harry glides right past him...
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|
150 INT. LIBRARY CORRIDOR - NIGHT 150
|
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—then dashes into the corridor, the book’s SHRIEKS echoing
|
|
behind him, coming face to face with... Snape and Quirrel,
|
|
in the midst of a heated conversation.
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|
SNAPE
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|
Have you found out how to get past
|
|
that beast of Hagrid’s, yet?
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|
QUIRRELL
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|
B-b-but Severus, I—
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SNAPE
|
|
You don’t want me as your enemy,
|
|
Quirrel.
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|
QUIRRELL
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|
I don’t know what you—
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|
SNAPE
|
|
You know perfectly well what I
|
|
mean. Your little bit of hocus
|
|
pocus...
|
|
|
|
Harry walks slowly, carefully around them, trying not to be
|
|
heard. Snape stops, as if he's felt a small breeze, then...
|
|
turns... seeing soft FEATHERS OF VAPOUR. Snape reaches out
|
|
to touch them... Inside the cloak, Harry puts his hand to
|
|
his mouth, to stop his breath... Snape finds nothing in
|
|
front of him. He turns back to Quirrel.
|
|
|
|
SNAPE
|
|
We'll have another little chat
|
|
soon, when you've had time to think
|
|
things over and decide where your
|
|
loyalties lie.
|
|
79.
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|
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|
The door behind them slowly opens and closes... quietly,
|
|
carefully...
|
|
|
|
Filch appears, from around the corridor, walks up to Snape
|
|
and Quirrel.
|
|
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|
FILCH
|
|
Professors... I found this. In the
|
|
Restricted Section. It's still hot.
|
|
|
|
SNAPE
|
|
Then they can't be far.
|
|
|
|
Snape, Quirrel and Filch exit.
|
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|
151 INT. EMPTY CLASSROOM - NIGHT 151
|
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|
Harry drops the cloak, exhales, and absently rubs his scar;
|
|
wincing mildly. As his eyes adjust, he sees a MAGNIFICENT
|
|
MIRROR, as high as the ceiling, across the room. On the
|
|
frame is an INSCRIPTION: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt
|
|
on wohsi. He steps in front.
|
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|
HARRY
|
|
Ah!
|
|
|
|
Harry turns—as if expecting to see someone--but finds only
|
|
the dark shapes of desks and chairs.. Slowly, he turns
|
|
back.
|
|
|
|
In the mirror, Harry sees his own startled reflection
|
|
and...beyond...a MAN and a WOMAN.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Mum? Dad?
|
|
|
|
|
|
152 INT. BOYS TOWER DORMITORY - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 152
|
|
|
|
CLOSE UP: A SLEEPING RON
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Ron! Ron! Wake up!
|
|
|
|
Ron squints in confusion, then Harry lowers the cloak.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
There's something you've got to
|
|
see!
|
|
|
|
|
|
153 INT. EMPTY CLASSROOM - A FEW MINUTES LATER - NIGHT 153
|
|
80.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Harry drags Ron to the mirror.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Come look! It's my family.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
(yawning)
|
|
That's you, Harry.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Look in properly, go on, stand
|
|
here.
|
|
|
|
Harry steps aside. Ron takes his place and...freezes.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
There. You see them, don't you?
|
|
That's—
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Me. Only I'm...Head Boy! And I'm
|
|
holding the Quidditch Cup
|
|
and...bloody hell...I'm Quidditch
|
|
Captain too! Harry, do you think
|
|
this mirror shows the future?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
(troubled)
|
|
How can it? All my family are dead.
|
|
|
|
|
|
154 INT. GREAT HALL - THE NEXT MORNING - DAY 154
|
|
|
|
The Hall looks deserted as the students who remain eat
|
|
breakfast. The Weasleys chatter amongst themselves,
|
|
laughing, then Ron looks away, sees Harry staring into the
|
|
distance.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Want to play chess?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
No.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Want to go visit Hagrid?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
No.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
81.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Harry, I know what you're thinking.
|
|
But don't. There's something not
|
|
right about that mirror.
|
|
|
|
|
|
155 INT. EMPTY CLASSROOM - NIGHT 155
|
|
|
|
Harry sits before the mirror, transfixed.
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE (O.S.)
|
|
Back again, Harry?
|
|
|
|
Harry turns. Dumbledore slips off a desk, sits beside him.
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
I see that you—like so many before
|
|
you—have discovered the delights of
|
|
the Mirror of Erised. I expect by
|
|
now you realize what it does.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
It shows me my family.
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
And it showed your friend Ron
|
|
himself as Head Boy.
|
|
|
|
Harry looks surprised. Dumbledore smiles.
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
I don't need a cloak to become
|
|
invisible.
|
|
(re: the mirror)
|
|
I'll give you a clue, Harry. The
|
|
happiest man on earth would look
|
|
into the Mirror of Erised and see
|
|
only himself, exactly as he is.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
So, then, it shows us what we
|
|
want... Whatever we want...
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
82.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Yes and no. It shows us nothing
|
|
more or less than the deepest, most
|
|
desperate desire of our hearts.
|
|
You, who have never known your
|
|
family, see them gathered around
|
|
you. Ronald Weasley, who has always
|
|
been overshadowed by his family,
|
|
sees himself standing alone.
|
|
Remember this, though, Harry. This
|
|
mirror gives us neither knowledge
|
|
or truth. Men have wasted away
|
|
before it. Even gone mad.
|
|
(rising)
|
|
That's why it will be moved to a
|
|
new home tomorrow. I ask that you
|
|
do not go looking for it again,
|
|
Harry. It does not do to dwell on
|
|
dreams and forget to live.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Can I ask you something, Professor?
|
|
What do you see when you look in
|
|
the Mirror?
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
I? I see myself holding a pair of
|
|
thick, woolen socks. One can never
|
|
have enough socks, Harry. You'll do
|
|
well to remember that as well.
|
|
|
|
|
|
156 EXT. SCHOOLCOURTYARD - DAY 156
|
|
|
|
Bundled against thechill,Harry—burdened by heavy thoughts—
|
|
enters the empty courtyard, Hedwig on his arm. As he
|
|
releases her, she sails high over the castle
|
|
walls...wending her way through the turrets and then out
|
|
over the wintry grounds, her reflection glimmering on the
|
|
surface of the icy lake below.
|
|
|
|
As she turns, beating her way back, the dark sky lightens,
|
|
turning a slow, glorious blue and the once-dark trees
|
|
shimmerin the crisp Spring light. Hogwarts itself shimmers
|
|
as well, no longer dusted with snow. Hedwig glides over the
|
|
castle walls, swoops, and comes to a fluttering rest
|
|
outside one of the high windows of the Great Hall.
|
|
|
|
|
|
157 INT. GREAT HALL - DAY 157
|
|
|
|
Hermione—book in hand—quizzes Ron, who seems more
|
|
interested in the pack of Chocolate Frogs in his hand.
|
|
83.
|
|
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
I'll ask you again. What are the
|
|
three most Crucial ingredients in a
|
|
Forgetfulness Potion?
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
And I'll tell you again. I forgot.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
And what, may I ask, do you plan to
|
|
do should you get that question on
|
|
final exams?
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Crib off you.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
You will not. Besides, according to
|
|
Professor McGonagall, we're to be
|
|
given special quills bewitched with
|
|
an anticheating spell.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
That's insulting. It's as if they
|
|
don't trust us.
|
|
(frowning)
|
|
Dumbledore again.
|
|
|
|
As Ron tosses the wizard card onto the table, HARRY WATCHES
|
|
IT SPIN...just.as...a smattering of LAUGHTER erupts across
|
|
the hall. Neville is HOPPING like a bunny, legs STUCK
|
|
TOGETHER, while Seamus trails after.
|
|
|
|
RON/HERMIONE
|
|
Leg-Locker Curse.
|
|
(and then to each other)
|
|
Malfoy.
|
|
|
|
Neville, breathing hard, reaches the Gryffindor table,
|
|
then, before anyone can catch him, topples to the floor.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
You’ve got to start standing up to
|
|
him, Neville.
|
|
|
|
NEVILLE
|
|
How? I can't stand up at all.
|
|
|
|
SEAMUS
|
|
I offered to do the countercurse,
|
|
but he wouldn't let me.
|
|
|
|
NEVILLE
|
|
84.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Of course not. That's all I need,
|
|
you to set my bloody kneecaps on
|
|
fire.
|
|
|
|
SEAMUS
|
|
I don't appreciate the insinuation,
|
|
Longbottom. Besides, if anyone
|
|
cares to notice, my eyebrows have
|
|
completely grown back.
|
|
|
|
As Seamus turns away, the others see a curious BALD SPOT on
|
|
the back of his head. Ron takes out his wand.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
All right then, Neville, who shall
|
|
it be? Me, Hermione, or...
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I've found him.
|
|
|
|
Ron stops, sees Harry holding up Dumbledore's wizard card.
|
|
Ron takes it.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
He's bowling. So what? He's always
|
|
bowling.
|
|
|
|
Harry rolls his eyes, turns the card over for Ron to READ.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
'Dumbledore is particularly famous
|
|
for his defeat of the dark wizard
|
|
Grindelwald, for the discovery of
|
|
the twelve uses of dragon's
|
|
blood...and his work on
|
|
alchemy...with his partner, Nicolas
|
|
Flamel.'
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I knew the name sounded familiar. I
|
|
read it on the train that day.
|
|
|
|
Hermione steps right over Neville.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Follow me.
|
|
|
|
NEVILLE
|
|
Hey! Wait! What about that counter-
|
|
curse!
|
|
|
|
Neville1 eyes shift. Seamus smiles, raises an eyebrow.
|
|
85.
|
|
|
|
|
|
158 INT. LIBRARY - MOMENTS LATER - DAY 158
|
|
|
|
CLOSE UP: A BOOK ON ALCHEMY
|
|
|
|
as it hits the table with a LOUD THUD. Hermione flips
|
|
through the pages as Harry and Ron look over her shoulder.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
How could I be so stupid! I checked
|
|
this out weeks ago for a bit of
|
|
light reading.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
This is light?
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Of course! Here it is!
|
|
(whispers dramatically)
|
|
Nicolas Flamel is the only known
|
|
maker of the Sorcerer's Stone!
|
|
|
|
Harry and Ron glance at each other, then Hermione.
|
|
|
|
HARRY/RON
|
|
The what?
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Oh, honestly, don't you two read?
|
|
(reading)
|
|
’The Sorcerer's Stone is a
|
|
legendary substance with
|
|
astonishing powers. It will
|
|
transform any metal into pure gold
|
|
and produces the Elixir of Life,
|
|
which will make the drinker
|
|
immortal.'
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Immortal.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
It means you'll never die.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
I know what it means—
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
’The only stone currently in
|
|
existence belongs to Mr. Nicolas
|
|
Flamel, the noted alchemist, who
|
|
last year celebrated his six
|
|
hundred and sixty-fifth birthday.'
|
|
(looking up)
|
|
86.
|
|
|
|
|
|
That's what Fluffy's guarding on
|
|
the Third Floor. That's what's
|
|
under the trapdoor. The Sorcerer's
|
|
Stone!
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
So Flamel knows someone's after the
|
|
Stone...gives it to Dumbledore to
|
|
keep safe at Hogwarts...not
|
|
realizing that the one who's after
|
|
it...
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Teaches at Hogwarts.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
So Snape wants piles of gold and to
|
|
live forever. Who wouldn't?
|
|
|
|
Hermione closes the book, troubled by something.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
What is it, Hermione?
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
I don't want to scare you, Harry.
|
|
It's just...if all Snape wants is
|
|
the Sorcerer's Stone...why did he
|
|
try to kill you that day on the
|
|
Quidditch pitch?
|
|
|
|
Harry ponders this, but doesn't have an answer.
|
|
|
|
|
|
159 EXT. HAGRID'S HUT - LATER - NIGHT 159
|
|
|
|
Harry, trailed by Ron and Hermione, KNOCKS on Hagrid's
|
|
door.
|
|
|
|
The door rattles, opens a crack, and Hagrid peers out.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Oh. Hullo. Er...not ter be rude,
|
|
but I'm not really fit ter
|
|
entertain right about--
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
We know about the Sorcerer's Stone.
|
|
|
|
|
|
160 INT. HAGRID'S HUT - NIGHT 160
|
|
87.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Everything here is oversized. Hagrid adds wood to an
|
|
already roaring fire, putters about a large, simmering
|
|
kettle.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Snape! Blimey, yer not still on
|
|
abou' him, are yeh?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Hagrid, we know he's after the
|
|
Stone. We just don't know...why.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Harry, Snape was one o' the
|
|
teachers in on protectin' the
|
|
Stone. He's not abou' ter steal it.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
What?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Yeh heard me: Snape was one o' the
|
|
teachers in on protectin' the
|
|
Stone. Now, as I said, I'm a bit
|
|
preoccupied at the moment--
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Wait a minute. One of the teachers?
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Of course! There are other things
|
|
defending the Stone, aren't there?
|
|
Spells, enchantments...
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Tha's right. Bloody waste o' time
|
|
if yeh ask me. T'ain't no one goin'
|
|
ter get past Fluffy. Not a soul
|
|
knows how 'cept me an' Dumbledore—
|
|
|
|
CRACK! A CLICKING SOUND is heard coming from the kettle,
|
|
then a curious SCRAPING. Harry looks. Sees a HUGE BLACK
|
|
EGG.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Hagrid...exactly what is that?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Ah. Well. That's...er...
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
I know what that is! But Hagrid.
|
|
How did you ever get one?
|
|
88.
|
|
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Won it. Off a stranger in the
|
|
village. Think he was glad ter be
|
|
rid of it, ter be honest.Blimey...
|
|
|
|
The scraping is furious now. Quickly, Hagrid takes the egg
|
|
from the kettle, sets it on a table. Fissures spread like
|
|
veins over its surface, then it...EXPLODES... SHELL FLYING
|
|
LIKE SHRAPNEL. Harry, Ron and Hermione cover themselves.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Is that...a dragon?
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
That's not just a dragon! That's a
|
|
Norwegian Ridgeback! My brother
|
|
Charlie works with these in
|
|
Romania.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Isn't he beautiful! Bless 'im,
|
|
look, he knows 'is Mummy!
|
|
(tickling the dragon's
|
|
tummy)
|
|
Hullo, Norbert.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Norbert?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Well, he's got ter have a name.
|
|
|
|
The dragon blinks at Hagrid, screws up its face
|
|
and...SNEEZES, spewing forth a shower of SPARKS, which
|
|
sends Fang whimpering and kindles a brief blaze in Hagrid's
|
|
beard.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Needs ter be trained up a bit, o'
|
|
Course,
|
|
(stopping cold)
|
|
Hey, you there!
|
|
|
|
All turn. Peering through the window is a FACE.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Malfoy!
|
|
|
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They leap to the door--see a fleet figure racing across the
|
|
grounds, disappearing in the night.
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161 EXT. HOGWARTS GROUNDS - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 161
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89.
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|
|
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|
Harry, Ron and Hermione walk toward the glittering castle.
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|
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|
HARRY
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|
Hagrid always wanted a dragon. Told
|
|
me so the first time I ever met
|
|
him.
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|
|
|
RON
|
|
But it's crazy. And worse, Malfoy,
|
|
knows.
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|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I don't understand. Is that bad?
|
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|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL (O.S.)
|
|
Mr. Potter. Mr. Weasley. Miss
|
|
Granger.
|
|
|
|
Up ahead stands Professor McGonagall, a jagged silhouette
|
|
in castle-light. Beside her, Draco Malfoy grins arrogantly.
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|
RON
|
|
It's bad.
|
|
|
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|
162 INT. PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL'S CLASSROOM - MOMENTS LATER 162
|
|
|
|
Harry, Ron and Hermione stand before a displeased
|
|
McGonagall, while Malfoy looks on, practically quivering
|
|
with pleasure.
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|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
‐
|
|
As every schoolchild knows, dragon
|
|
breeding is against our laws, has
|
|
been ever since the Warlock's
|
|
Convention of 1709. And for good
|
|
reason. It's hard to keep the
|
|
Muggles from noticing us if we've
|
|
got a thirty-foot Ukranian
|
|
Ironbelly running around the back
|
|
garden.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Norwegian Ridgeback.
|
|
|
|
Professor Mcgonagall's eyes shift, narrow on Ron.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
I just meant... in this
|
|
case...sorry.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
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|
90.
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|
|
|
|
|
Personally, I don’t care if Hagrid
|
|
has a Chinese Fireball sitting in
|
|
his kitchen, Mr. Weasley. He
|
|
answers to Dumbledore. You, on the
|
|
other hand, answer to me. Nothing —
|
|
I repeat, nothing--gives a student
|
|
the right to walk about the school
|
|
at night. Therefore, as punishment
|
|
for your actions, fifty points will
|
|
be taken.
|
|
|
|
As the others gasp, Malfoy's eyes glimmer with cruel
|
|
ecstasy.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Fifty?
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Each. And to insure it doesn't
|
|
happen again, all four of you will
|
|
receive detention.
|
|
|
|
MALFOY
|
|
Excuse me, Professor. Perhaps I
|
|
heard you wrong. I thought you said
|
|
the four of us.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Indeed. You see, Mr. Malfoy,
|
|
however noble your intentions, you
|
|
too were out of bed after hours.
|
|
You will join your classmates in
|
|
detention.
|
|
|
|
|
|
163 INT. GREAT HALL - MORNING 163
|
|
|
|
As Harry, Ron and Hermione eat breakfast, the HOURGLASSES
|
|
tell the tale: Gryffindor has slipped to last place. Just
|
|
then, Fred and George pass by.
|
|
|
|
FRED
|
|
Don't worry, you three. This'll all
|
|
blow over.
|
|
|
|
GEORGE
|
|
It may take a year or two, but
|
|
eventually people will start
|
|
talking to you again.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
(sniffing defensively)
|
|
91.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Well, I for one, see nothing wrong
|
|
with a reduced social life. It'll
|
|
give us more time to revise for
|
|
finals.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Why bother? Even with Malfoy losing
|
|
points, Slytherin's a lock for the
|
|
House Cup. And look. Malfoy knows
|
|
it.
|
|
|
|
All three peer at Malfoy. He raises a goblet in their
|
|
direction, cackles with Crabbe and Goyle.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
He won't be smiling tonight,
|
|
(off Harry and Ron's
|
|
looks)
|
|
Haven't you heard? For detention
|
|
they're taking us into the Dark
|
|
Forest.
|
|
|
|
|
|
164 EXT. HOGWARTS GROUNDS - NIGHT 164
|
|
|
|
Beneath a pale moon, Filch, carrying a lantern, leads
|
|
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Malfoy across the dark grounds.
|
|
|
|
FILCH
|
|
A pity they let the old punishments
|
|
die. Was a time, detention would
|
|
find you all hanging by your thumbs
|
|
in the dungeons...
|
|
|
|
|
|
165 EXT. HAGRID'S HUT -MOMENTS LATER 165
|
|
|
|
As Filch and the others reach the yard, they find Hagrid
|
|
stringing a crossbow, Fang at his side.
|
|
|
|
FILCH
|
|
A sorry lot this, Hagrid. I pity
|
|
you.
|
|
|
|
Filch squints, sees tears running down Hagrid's face.
|
|
|
|
FILCH
|
|
Good god, man, you're not still on
|
|
about that bloody dragon, are you?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
(to Harry, Ron, Hermione)
|
|
92.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Norbert's gone. Dumbledore's sent
|
|
'im off ter Romania ter live in a
|
|
colony.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Well, that's good, isn't it? He'll
|
|
be with his own kind. Better all
|
|
around, don't you think? Especially
|
|
for Fang.
|
|
|
|
Hearing his name, a singed Fang beats his BANDAGED tail.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
But what if Norbert doesn't like
|
|
Romania. What if the other dragons
|
|
are mean to him? He's only a baby,
|
|
after all.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
A baby that breaths fire.
|
|
|
|
Harry elbows Ron, silencing him.
|
|
|
|
FILCH
|
|
For god's sake, pull yourself
|
|
together, man. You're going into
|
|
the Forest, after all. Got to have
|
|
your wits about you.
|
|
|
|
MALFOY
|
|
The Forest? But I thought that was
|
|
just a joke. We can't go in the
|
|
Forest. Students aren't allowed.
|
|
And there's...werewolves.
|
|
|
|
FILCH
|
|
(turning away)
|
|
Oh, there's more'n werewolves in
|
|
those trees, lad. You can be sure
|
|
o' that.
|
|
|
|
|
|
166 EXT. DARK FOREST - LATER 166
|
|
|
|
Harry and the others trail Hagrid down a skinny path
|
|
through the dark trees. Hagrid turns to Harry, speaks low.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Sorry abou’ this, Harry. Know it’s
|
|
me that deserves punishin’, not
|
|
you. By all rights I should be
|
|
sittin’ in a cell in Azkaban
|
|
tonight.
|
|
93.
|
|
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
It’s all right, Hagrid. Besides,
|
|
it’s not your fault we were out
|
|
after hours. If we hadn’t come
|
|
knocking on your door in the middle
|
|
of the night—
|
|
|
|
Abruptly Hagrid kneels, takes something onto his fingers.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
(a bit warily)
|
|
What’s that?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
The reason we’re here.
|
|
(rising)
|
|
All righ’ now, lis’en up. See this
|
|
here?
|
|
|
|
Hagrid holds up his fingers. They're marked with SILVER.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
It's unicorn blood. I found one
|
|
dead a few weeks back and two
|
|
before that first term. This one
|
|
here's been hurt bad by summat.
|
|
It's our job to find the poor
|
|
thing. Only one way ter get that
|
|
done and that's ter split inter two
|
|
parties. Ron, Hermione—yeh'll come
|
|
with me. Harry, yeh'll go with
|
|
Malfoy.
|
|
|
|
MALFOY
|
|
I want Fang then.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Fine. But jus', so yeh know. He's a
|
|
bloody coward.
|
|
|
|
|
|
167 EXT. PATH - DARK FOREST 167
|
|
|
|
Fang trots down the path ahead of Harry, while a nervous
|
|
Malfoy trails behind.
|
|
|
|
MALFOY
|
|
Wait until my father hears about
|
|
this. This is servant stuff. We
|
|
should be writing lines
|
|
or...something.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
94.
|
|
|
|
|
|
If I didn't know better, Draco, I'd
|
|
say you were scared.
|
|
|
|
MALFOY
|
|
You're too stupid to be scared,
|
|
Potter, growing up with Muggles. If
|
|
you were from a real wizard family,
|
|
you wouldn't be laughing.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I'm not, believe me...
|
|
|
|
As Malfoy joins Harry, he stops dead. The trees ahead are
|
|
striped violently with DRIPPING SILVER, and beyond—lying in
|
|
a small clearing—is the broken body of a UNICORN.
|
|
|
|
Fang backs off, something primal in his eyes. Harry watches
|
|
Mm, reading hisfear, then..the SLITHERING SOUND returns.
|
|
Seconds later, a HOODED FIGURE slithers over the leaves,
|
|
drops its head over the leering WOUND on the unicorn's
|
|
side...and begins to DRINK ITS BLOOD.
|
|
|
|
MALFOY
|
|
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
|
|
|
|
Malfoy bolts, slipping and sliding as Fang whimpers after.
|
|
Barry WINCES, clutches his scar, then sees that the Hooded
|
|
Figure is staring directly at. him, silver dribbling down
|
|
its front. Woozy from pain, Harry staggers back, then
|
|
falls, the SLITHERING SOUND DRAWING CLOSER, when...
|
|
|
|
HOOVES pummel the path behind him and some thing leaps
|
|
clear over him, flickering past the moon above. It charges
|
|
the hooded figure, drives it back into the trees...and
|
|
away.
|
|
|
|
A SHADOW FALLS across Harry's face. It is a CENTAUR with
|
|
eyes like pale saphires. He is FIRENZE.
|
|
|
|
FIRENZE
|
|
Harry Potter. You are known to many
|
|
creatures here. You must leave. The
|
|
forest is not safe at this time.
|
|
Especially for you.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
What was that thing you saved me
|
|
from?
|
|
|
|
FIRENZE
|
|
95.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Only one who has nothing to lose
|
|
would commit such a crime. It is a
|
|
monstrous thing to slay a unicorn.
|
|
The blood of a unicorn will keep
|
|
you alive, even if you are an inch
|
|
from death, but at a terrible
|
|
price. You have slain something so
|
|
pure that-- from the moment the
|
|
blood touches your lips-you will
|
|
have a half life. A cursed life.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
But who would choose such a life?
|
|
|
|
FIRENZE
|
|
Can you think of no one?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Do you mean to say that thing that
|
|
killed the unicorn, that was
|
|
drinking its blood, that was
|
|
Voldemort!
|
|
|
|
FIRENZE
|
|
Do you know whatis hidden in the
|
|
school at this very moment, Mr.
|
|
Potter?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
The Sorcerer’s Stone.
|
|
|
|
AND FOR THE UK AUDIENCE...
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
The Philosopher’s Stone...
|
|
|
|
A commotion is heard as Hagrid and the others come slashing
|
|
through the trees. As Harry reacts, the others break into
|
|
the clearing.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Harry!
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Oh, it’s you, is it, Firenze. I see
|
|
you’ve met our Mr. Potter. All
|
|
right there, Harry?
|
|
|
|
Harry nods...but he looks anything but all right.
|
|
|
|
|
|
168 INT. GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM - LATER 168
|
|
96.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Harry paces before the fire while Ron and Hermione watch.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
You mean...You-Know-Who's out
|
|
there, right now, in the forest!
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
But he's weak. He's living off the
|
|
unicorns. Don't you see? We had it
|
|
wrong. Snape doesn't want the Stone
|
|
for himself. He wants the Stone for
|
|
Voldemort. With the Elixer of Life
|
|
Voldemort will be strong again.
|
|
He'll...come back.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
But if he comes back, you don't
|
|
think he'd try to...kill you? Do
|
|
you?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I think if he'd had the chance, he
|
|
might have tried to kill me
|
|
tonight.
|
|
|
|
Ron looks vaguely sick.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
And to think I've been worrying
|
|
about my Potions final.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
No. We're forgetting one thing.
|
|
Who's the one wizard Voldemort
|
|
always feared?
|
|
(as they turn)
|
|
Dumbledore. As long as Dumbledore's
|
|
around, you're safe, Harry. As long
|
|
as Dumbledore's around...you can't
|
|
be touched.
|
|
|
|
|
|
169 EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - DAY 169
|
|
|
|
Students flock onto the sunny grounds, finished with exams.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
I'd always heard Hogwarts' end of
|
|
year exams were frightful. But I
|
|
found that rather enjoyable.
|
|
Weren’t you stunned not to be asked
|
|
about Elfric the Eager?
|
|
97.
|
|
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
I'm stunned my head didn't explode.
|
|
Alright there, Harry?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
My scar. Keeps...burning.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
It's happened before...
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Not like this...
|
|
|
|
Harry glances across the grounds at Hagrid, sitting in his
|
|
front garden playing a FLUTE. At his feet, Fang's eyes
|
|
droop.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
No...
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Harry?
|
|
|
|
Harry starts across the grounds. Hermione and Ron glance at
|
|
one another, rush after.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Don't you think it's a bit odd,
|
|
that what Hagrid wants more than
|
|
anything is a dragon? And a
|
|
stranger turns up who just happens
|
|
to have one? I mean, how many
|
|
people wander around with dragon
|
|
eggs in their pocket? Why didn't I
|
|
see it before?
|
|
|
|
|
|
170 INT. HAGRID'S HUT - MOMENTS LATER 170
|
|
|
|
Hagrid shrugs, goes on polishing the FLUTE in his hand.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Ne'er saw his face. Kept his hood
|
|
up.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Didn't that strike you as unusual?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Yeh meet a lot o' unusual types in
|
|
the village. Ain't 'xactly usual
|
|
meself.
|
|
98.
|
|
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
This stranger, though. You and he
|
|
must've talked...
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
He asked what I did, the sorta
|
|
creatures I look after. Tol' him
|
|
after Fluffy a dragon wouldbe easy.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
And did he seem interested in
|
|
Fluffy?
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
Well, yeah. How many three-headed
|
|
dogs do yeh meet, even if yeh're in
|
|
the trade? So I tells 'im, this
|
|
stranger, the trick with any beast
|
|
is ter know what calms 'em. Take
|
|
Fluffy, fer example. Jus' play 'im
|
|
a bit o' music an' he'll go
|
|
straight off ter sleep--
|
|
|
|
Hagrid stops, horrified by his slip.
|
|
|
|
HAGRID
|
|
I shouldn'ta tol' yeh that! Forget
|
|
I said it! Hey! Where yeh goin'!
|
|
Hey!
|
|
|
|
|
|
171 INT. MCGONAGALL'S CLASSROOM - DAY 171
|
|
|
|
Harry, Ron and Hermione clang through the door, Professor
|
|
McGonagall looks up.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
We have to see Professor
|
|
Dumbledore. Immediately.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
I see. Well, I'm afraid Professor
|
|
Dumbledore is not here. Only
|
|
moments ago, he received an urgent
|
|
owl from the Ministry of Magic and
|
|
flew off to London.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
He's gone? Now? But this is
|
|
important! This is about...the
|
|
Sorcerer's Stone.
|
|
|
|
Professor McGonagall nearly drops the books in her hands.
|
|
99.
|
|
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
How do you know--
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Someone's going to try and steal
|
|
it.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Nonsense. I don't know how you
|
|
three found out about the Stone,
|
|
but I assure you it is well
|
|
protected. Now, run along.
|
|
|
|
|
|
172 EXT. CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER 172
|
|
|
|
Harry leads the others down the corridor.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
That was no stranger Hagrid met in
|
|
the village. It was Snape. Which
|
|
means he knows how to get past
|
|
Fluffy.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
And with Dumbledore gone...
|
|
|
|
SNAPE (O.S.)
|
|
Good afternoon.
|
|
|
|
They freeze. Up ahead, Snape stands, studying them.
|
|
|
|
SNAPE
|
|
Now what would three fine
|
|
Gryffindors such as yourselves be
|
|
doing inside on such a lovely day?
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
We were just...
|
|
|
|
SNAPE
|
|
You want to be careful. People will
|
|
think you're...up to something.
|
|
|
|
Snape eyes Harry, then turns away.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
What do we do now?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Go through the trapdoor. Tonight.
|
|
100.
|
|
|
|
|
|
173 INT. GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM - NIGHT 173
|
|
|
|
Empty. Dark. Two doors ease open. Hermione slips out the
|
|
one, Harry and Ron the other. They creep toward the Pink
|
|
Lady when--CROAK!--they freeze. Look. Breath a sigh of
|
|
relief.
|
|
|
|
HARRY/RON/HERMIONE
|
|
Trevor.
|
|
|
|
Trevor the toad blinks up at them. CROAK!
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Trevor! Shh! Go! You shouldn't be
|
|
here.
|
|
|
|
NEVILLE
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Neither should you.
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They all jump. Neville rises from an armchair.
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NEVILLE
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You're sneaking out again, aren't
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you?
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HARRY
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Now, Neville, listen...
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NEVILLE
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No! I won't let you. You'll get
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Gryffindor in trouble again.
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I'll...I'll fight you! You were the
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ones who told me I had to stand up
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to people!
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RON
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To people. Not us.
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Neville raises his fists. Unfortunately, his teddy bear
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pyjamas somewhat undermine the intended effect.
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HERMIONE
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Neville. I'm really, really sorry
|
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about this.
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(raising her wand)
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Petrificus Totalus!
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Instantly, Neville's arms and legs snap to his sides. He
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SWAYS...then FALLS FLAT...only his eyes moving, staring at
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them in horror. Harry and Ron look a little horrified too.
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RON
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101.
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You're a little scary sometimes,
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you know that? Brilliant. But
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scary.
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174 INT. THIRD FLOOR CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 174
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CAMERA DRIFTS...down the corridor. Suddenly, up ahead,
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Peeves rounds the corner, MUMBLING to himself as he JUGGLES
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a trio of APPLES. Suddenly, he stops, eyes narrowing
|
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suspiciously.
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PEEVES
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Who's there? Know you're there,
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even if I can't see you. Are you
|
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ghoulie or ghostie or wee student
|
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beastie?
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Nothing. Peeves smiles slyly, reaches back, and hurls one
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of the apples. It streaks through the
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air...then...disappears in mid-flight. Peeves smile fades.
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PEEVES
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Never mind.
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He backpedals frantically, turns, and swoops off the way he
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came. Seconds later, Harry drops the cloak, tosses the
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APPLE in his hand to Ron.
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HERMIONE
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That was close.
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Harry steps to the chamber before them. Inside, the thrum
|
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of MUSIC can be heard. Slowly, Harry starts to ease open
|
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the door...when... CRUNCH! Hermione and Harry jump, turn.
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Ron stands chewing the apple.
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RON
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Sorry. I get hungry when I'm
|
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nervous.
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Harry pushes the door clear...finds...a giant quivering
|
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nose and yellow fangs dripping with saliva. They GASP,
|
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then...
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RON
|
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Wait a minute. He's...
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HARRY
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Snoring.
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Harry pushes the door further and the light from the
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corridor falls on a TINY HARP. Playing by itself.
|
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102.
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175 INT. FORBIDDEN CORRIDOR - NIGHT 175
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As they enter, Harry takes a FLUTE from his pocket.
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HARRY
|
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Suppose we won't be needing this
|
|
now. Look, it's obvious Snape's
|
|
already got past Fluffy. If you two
|
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want to go back—
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RON
|
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Don't be stupid.
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HERMIONE
|
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We're coming.
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HARRY
|
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Right then. All together now.
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Straining mightily, they put their shoulders to the massive
|
|
paw that lays across the trapdoor. Once done, Harry flings
|
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it open. Below lies only darkness...a faint whistling wind.
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HARRY
|
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I'll go first. Don't follow until I
|
|
give you a sign. If something...bad
|
|
happens...get yourselves out—
|
|
(stopping)
|
|
Does it seem a bit...quiet...to
|
|
you?
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|
HERMIONE
|
|
The harp...what happened to the—
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|
|
Splat! Something wet and sticky hits Ron's shoulder.
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RON
|
|
Yuck! What's this ruddy stuff—
|
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|
|
Slowly, they look up. A MONSTROUS, DROOLING SHADOW darkens
|
|
their faces. Fluffy. Awake. Hungry. Each head ponders its
|
|
own particular snack, then, with a mighty GROWL, swoops.
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|
|
Instantly, the trio pitches themselves into the darkness...
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176 INT. SHAFT/DEVIL'S SNARE - SECONDS LATER 176
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Harry PLUMMETS down a glittering shaft, tumbling head over
|
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heels, down, down, down, until...
|
|
103.
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|
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FLUMP! He lands in something soft and yamlike, followed
|
|
quickly by Ron and Hermione. Harry adjusts his glasses,
|
|
looks up. A tiny SQUARE OF LIGHT—the trapdoor—glimmers far
|
|
above.
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RON
|
|
That was...cool.
|
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HARRY
|
|
We must be miles under the school.
|
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RON
|
|
Lucky this plant thing's here,
|
|
really.
|
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|
HARRY
|
|
WO!
|
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|
|
A vine snakes out Ron's back collar.
|
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RON
|
|
Wo!
|
|
|
|
Twin creepers encircle Harry's chest.
|
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|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Stop moving! Both of you! This is
|
|
Devil's Snare! You have to relax.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Uh, Hermione, it's a bit difficult
|
|
to relax...
|
|
(as a vine encircles his
|
|
neck)
|
|
...given the circumstances.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
I know, Harry. But you must. If you
|
|
don't, it'll only kill you faster.
|
|
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|
RON
|
|
Kill us faster? Oh now I can relax.
|
|
|
|
As they watch, Hermione takes a LONG, SLOW BREATH and...is
|
|
SUCKED beneath the surface...VANISHING.
|
|
|
|
HARRY/RON
|
|
Hermione!
|
|
|
|
Panicking, Harry and Ron begin to struggle anew, but the
|
|
vines only wrap more tightly around them.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
104.
|
|
|
|
|
|
What are we going to do now!
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE (O.S.)
|
|
Just relax.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
(glancing about)
|
|
Hermione? But how...where?
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE (O.S.)
|
|
Do what I say!
|
|
|
|
Harry looks at Ron. He's almost completely entwined.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I suggest we do what she says.
|
|
|
|
Harry takes a DEEP BREATH and closes his eyes. Slowly, like
|
|
witch's fingers...the vines DRAW him beneath the surface.
|
|
|
|
|
|
177 INT. STAIRCASE (BENEATH DEVIL'S SNARE) 177
|
|
|
|
Harry drops through the ceiling, twisting through the webby
|
|
undergrowth of Devil's Share and onto the ground next to
|
|
Hermione. From above, Ron can be HEARD screaming for HELP.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
He's not relaxing, is he?
|
|
|
|
Ron's VOICE BELLOWS again.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Apparently not.
|
|
|
|
Hermione furrows her brow, thinking ALOUD in a sing-song.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare.
|
|
Dances in the dark, delights in the
|
|
damp...
|
|
|
|
|
|
178 INT. SHAFT/DEVIL'S SNARE 178
|
|
|
|
Ron, wrapped tight as a mummy by this point, cocks his ear
|
|
in disbelief.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Is she doing a poem? It's not
|
|
possible she's doing a poem, is it?
|
|
105.
|
|
|
|
|
|
179 INT. STAIRCASE (BENEATH DEVIL'S SNARE) 179
|
|
|
|
Hermione ignores him, continuing in deep concentration.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
It's deadly fun, but will...sulk in
|
|
the sunl That's it! Light! Devil's
|
|
Snare hates the light!
|
|
|
|
She whips out her wand, points it at the vines hanging from
|
|
the ceiling, and sends forth a BRIGHT BURST of GOLD.
|
|
|
|
|
|
180 INT. SHAFT/DEVIL'S SNARE 180
|
|
|
|
As the LIGHT BURNS through, the plant withers. An OPENING
|
|
forms, the vines SNAP free of Ron, and...he DROPS through.
|
|
|
|
|
|
181 INT. STAIRCASE (BENEATH DEVIL'S SNARE) 181
|
|
|
|
Ron lands heavily, looks up.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Lucky we didn't panic.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Lucky Hermione pays attention in
|
|
Herbology.
|
|
|
|
Just then...they detect a SOUND: a RUSTLING, a CLINKING.
|
|
The three exchange a glance, begin to descend the
|
|
staircase.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
What is that?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I don't know...sounds like wings.
|
|
|
|
|
|
182 INT. CHAMBER OF KEYS 182
|
|
|
|
Harry, Hermione and Ron enter a brilliantly lit chamber
|
|
where hundreds of JEWEL BRIGHT BIRDS flutter below a high
|
|
arching ceiling. On the opposite side is a HEAVY WOODEN
|
|
DOOR and, floating in the center of the chamber, a single
|
|
BROOMSTICK.
|
|
|
|
Ron and Hermione begin to cross to the door, gazing in
|
|
wonder at the strangely beautiful creatures overhead.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
106.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Curious. I've never seen birds like
|
|
these...
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
They're not birds...
|
|
|
|
Ron and Hermione turn, see Harry standing by the floating
|
|
broom in the center of the room, looking up.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
They're keys. And I'll bet one of
|
|
them fits that door.
|
|
|
|
Hermione tests the doorknob, nods.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Locked.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Alohomora!
|
|
|
|
Hermione turns, sees Ron waving his wand at the knob. No
|
|
good. It's still locked. He shrugs.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Well, it was worth a try.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
(peering up)
|
|
Sowhat do we do? There must be a
|
|
thousand keys up there...
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
(examining the lock)
|
|
We're looking for a big, old-
|
|
fashioned one—probably silver, like
|
|
the handle. There! That one, see!
|
|
With the bright blue wings!
|
|
|
|
Ron points. Fluttering within a pocket of brass keys is a
|
|
larger, SILVER one.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
What's wrong with its wing?
|
|
|
|
RON.
|
|
The feather's pinched. Probably
|
|
from Snape catching it before us.
|
|
|
|
Hermione nods, sees Harry still staring at the broom.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Harry?
|
|
107.
|
|
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
It's...too simple.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Oh, go on, Harry. If Snape could
|
|
catch it on that old CleanSweep,
|
|
you can. It's not for nothing
|
|
you're the youngest Seeker in a
|
|
Century.
|
|
|
|
Harry nods uncertainly—still troubled—but slowly reaches
|
|
out nonetheless. As his fingers touch the broomstick...
|
|
|
|
...the KEYS EXPLODE IN A FRENZY, hissing like wasps,
|
|
swarming in great, glittering clouds. Ron's smile droops.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Well, this complicates things a
|
|
bit.
|
|
|
|
As Harry kicks into the air, a seething cluster of keys
|
|
falls like HARD RAIN, CHATTERING at his arms and legs,
|
|
SLICING at his skin, SHREDDING his sweater...
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
He'll be torn to pieces..
|
|
|
|
Horrified, Ron and Hermione watch Harry soar higher,
|
|
fending off the keys with his free hand, until...
|
|
|
|
HARRY'S POV
|
|
|
|
Through a MAD CLATTERING, CLUSTER of KEYS, he spies the
|
|
larger, silver one, fluttering only feet beyond his grasp.
|
|
|
|
Harry hovers, grimacing as the hissing keys drop like DARTS
|
|
onto his extended hand...then SNATCHES the silver key.
|
|
|
|
Instantly, Harry whips downward in a wide, dizzying circle,
|
|
trying to outrun the now furious keys. They shadow his
|
|
every move, drawing closer and closer, HUMMING VICIOUSLY as
|
|
they begin to CHIP at the TAIL TWIGS of the broom.
|
|
Desperate, Harry throws the broom into a reckless dive and,
|
|
steering with one hand...
|
|
108.
|
|
|
|
|
|
...FLINGS the key to Ron. As Ron dashes to the door, Harry
|
|
soars back up, taking the raging keys with him, then
|
|
circles back and watches Ron JAM the key into the lock. As
|
|
Hermione and Ron scurry through, Harry rockets straight
|
|
after, the keys gaining once again, CHIPPING at the tail of
|
|
broom like a buzzsaw through balsa wood. As the broom
|
|
begins to WAFFLE, Harry gives one last BURST of SPEED
|
|
and...SOARS through the open door. Together, Hermione and
|
|
Ron FLING the door SHUT... just before the keys rain down
|
|
like BULLETS.
|
|
|
|
|
|
183 INT. CHESS ROOM 183
|
|
|
|
...UTTER DARKNESS. Hermione's VOICE pierces the darkness.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
I don't like this. I don't like
|
|
this at all.
|
|
|
|
A small bouquet of BLUE FLAMES blooms in Hermione's hands,
|
|
illuminating little more than the trio's faces and some
|
|
VAGUE SHAPES looming ahead.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Where are we? A graveyard?
|
|
|
|
Harry steps forward and—suddenly--one of the SHAPES moves
|
|
towards them. Hermione GASPS. The SHAPE stops.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
This is no graveyard...
|
|
|
|
Ron takes an unlit torch from the wall, touches it to the
|
|
blue flames fluttering in Hermione's palms, and kneels. As
|
|
he paints the floor with light, a SPARK SPITS from the
|
|
torch and ignites a trail of FIRE.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
It's a chessboard.
|
|
|
|
Sure enough. As the chamber glows with light, a kind of
|
|
battlefield is revealed, studded with faceless soldiers.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
But what're we to do?
|
|
|
|
As Hermione takes a tentative step onto the board, a
|
|
BISHOP'S STONE SWORD drops heavily down, barring her way.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
109.
|
|
|
|
|
|
It's obvious, isn't it? We've got
|
|
to play pur way across the room.
|
|
Excuse me...are we meant to join
|
|
you?
|
|
(as the bishop nods)
|
|
Brilliant.
|
|
(to Harry, Hermione)
|
|
Now don't be offended, but neither
|
|
of you are particularly good at
|
|
chess—
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Just tell us what to do.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
All right. Harry, you take the
|
|
empty Bishop's square. Hermione—
|
|
you'll be the Queenside castle. As
|
|
for me...
|
|
|
|
Ron leaps astride the only riderless horse.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
...I'll be a Knight.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
What happens now?
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
We play.
|
|
|
|
Across the board, a WHITE PAWN moves forward two squares
|
|
(e4). As Ron contemplates his own move, Hermione glances
|
|
apprehensively at the fierce pieces across the board.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Ron, you don't suppose this is
|
|
going to be like real wizard's
|
|
chess, do you?
|
|
|
|
Ron—contemplating something--doesn't answer immediately,
|
|
instead gesturing to his own pawn.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
You there...d5
|
|
|
|
As Ron's BLACK PAWN obliges, WHITE'S PAWN slides swiftly
|
|
forth (to d5) and, with a THUNDEROUS collision, the black
|
|
pawn EXPLODES, rubble raining to the ground.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
110.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Yes, Hermione? I think this is
|
|
going to be exactly like wizard's
|
|
chess.
|
|
|
|
DISSOLVE TO:
|
|
|
|
...the chess board, a real battlefield now, littered on
|
|
both sides with fallen pieces. Ron, drained but intense,
|
|
surveys the board, MUTTERING to himself.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Think...Think.
|
|
(deciding)
|
|
Castle to ...c3
|
|
|
|
The BLACK CASTLE advances. Instantly, the WHITE QUEEN
|
|
sweeps forward and, with cruel indifference, SHATTERS the
|
|
Rook. Harry, only one square removed, stares with horror.
|
|
|
|
Unnerved, he glances up at Ron, but Ron's eyes see only the
|
|
board. Harry turns, taking a look himself...and blinks.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Wait a minute...
|
|
(pointing to the Queen)
|
|
She's made the same mistake I
|
|
always make. If I go there, she has
|
|
to take me, and the King is
|
|
exposed!
|
|
|
|
Ron nods, but it's clear he doesn't share Harry's
|
|
enthusiasm.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
There's just one problem with that.
|
|
It's you that has to go on, Harry.
|
|
I know it. Not me. Not Hermione.
|
|
You.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
No, Ron...
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
What is it?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
He's going to sacrifice himself.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
No. There has to be another way!
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
111.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Do you want to stop Snape from
|
|
getting the Stone or not!
|
|
(turning to Harry)
|
|
You understand, right, Harry? Once
|
|
I make my move, the Queen will take
|
|
me. Then you're free to check the
|
|
King.
|
|
|
|
Harry stares at Ron—an understanding between them—then
|
|
simply nods. Ron grips the reins then and, without a word,
|
|
drives his horse forward (Nh3). Instantly, the White Queen
|
|
POUNCES. As Ron hits the floor, Hermione SCREAMS. She
|
|
starts to go to him, when Harry holds up his hand.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
No!
|
|
(AS SHE FREEZES)
|
|
Don't forget we're still playing.
|
|
|
|
Hermione nods, staring at Ron. Harry steps forward (Bc5).
|
|
|
|
The WHITE QUEEN moves to block (Qe3), but it's futile.
|
|
|
|
Harry stares at her, eyes full of hatred, then steps
|
|
forward, places his trembling hand on the cold stone of her
|
|
gown and, with the gentlest of shoves...topples her.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
(softly)
|
|
Checkmate.
|
|
|
|
As a veil of dust hovers, the white king removes his CROWN,
|
|
lets it roll from his fingers, across the stone floor,
|
|
where it comes to rest at Harry's feet. Harry stares at
|
|
Hermione's stricken face.
|
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HARRY
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If you can, go to the Owlery and
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send a message to Dumbledore. Ron's
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right. I have to go on.
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Hermione turns, her eyes glittering. Without warning, she
|
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rushes forward, embraces Harry.
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HERMIONE
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You're a great wizard, Harry
|
|
Potter! You are, you know!
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HARRY
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(a bit embarrassed)
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Not as good as you.
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HERMIONE
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112.
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Me! Books. And cleverness. There
|
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are more important things—
|
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friendship and bravery and—-oh,
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Harry, be careful!
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She turns then, goes to Ron. Harry studies his two friends,
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then looks away. The remaining chessmen bow, parting the
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way to the next door. He steps forward.
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184 INT. LAST CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER 184
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Alone, Harry makes his way through a corridor that drops
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down like a tunnel. Up ahead, a chamber glimmers.
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185 INT. THE LAST CHAMBER - NIGHT 185
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Harry descends a staircase. As the chamber below comes into
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view, he sees a FIGURE standing before the Mirror of
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Erised.
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|
HARRY
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You!
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The figure turns. It is Professor Quirrell.
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HARRY
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No. It can’t be. Snape...
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QUIRRELL
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Mm, yes, he does seem the type,
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|
doesn't he? So useful Snape.
|
|
Swooping around like an overgrown
|
|
bat. Next to him, who would suspect
|
|
p-poor st-stuttering Professor
|
|
Quirrell?
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|
HARRY
|
|
But that day, during the Quidditch
|
|
match...Snape to kill me.
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|
QUIRRELL
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|
No, dear boy, I tried to kill you.
|
|
And, trust me, if Snape's cloak
|
|
hadn't caught fire and broken my
|
|
eye contact, I would've succeeded.
|
|
Even with Severus muttering his
|
|
little countercurse.
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|
HARRY
|
|
Snape was trying to save me?
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113.
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QUIRRELL
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|
Oh, don't misunderstand. He hates
|
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you, just as he hated your father
|
|
when they were at Hogwarts
|
|
together. But he never wanted you
|
|
dead. Your father, after all, saved
|
|
his life once, long ago.
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|
|
Harry looks stunned. Quirrell looks amused.
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|
QUIRRELL
|
|
Didn't know? Surprising, given how
|
|
curious you are Potter. I knew you
|
|
were a danger to me right off.
|
|
Especially after Halloween.
|
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|
HARRY
|
|
You let the Troll in.
|
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|
Quirrell nods, examining the Mirror as he speaks:
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|
QUIRRELL
|
|
Yes. I have a way with trolls.
|
|
Snape, unfortunately, wasn't
|
|
fooled. While everyone else was
|
|
running about the dungeons, he went
|
|
straight to the Third Floor to head
|
|
me off. That threeheaded dog
|
|
didn't even manage to bite Snape's
|
|
leg off properly. He, Of course,
|
|
never trusted me again. Rarely left
|
|
me alone,. But he doesn't
|
|
understand. I am never alone.
|
|
Never...
|
|
(frowning)
|
|
Now what does this mirror do? I see
|
|
what I desire, I see myself holding
|
|
the Stone. But how do I get it?
|
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|
|
VOICE (O.S.)
|
|
Use the boy.
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|
Harry glances about in horror as the DARK VOICE echoes.
|
|
Quirrell turns, eyes Harry.
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|
QUIRRELL
|
|
Come here, Potter.
|
|
114.
|
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|
Quirrell points to the mirror. As Harry steps in front, he
|
|
sees himself, looking pale and scared. Then, slowly, his
|
|
reflection SMILES, puts its hand in its pocket, and pulls
|
|
out a BLOOD-RED STONE. Harry's own eyes widen—in a mixture
|
|
of stunned disbelief and fear. Struggling to control his
|
|
expression, he shuts his eyes briefly...as if making a
|
|
wish...lets out a breath, and opens them once again. His
|
|
reflection WINKS, returns the Stone to its pocket and, to
|
|
Harry's amazement...
|
|
|
|
...it DROPS HEAVILY into his own: He's gotten the Stone.
|
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|
|
QUIRRELL
|
|
(studying him)
|
|
What is it? What do you see?
|
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|
|
HARRY
|
|
I...I'm shaking hands with
|
|
Dumbledore.I...I've won the House
|
|
Cup.
|
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|
|
VOICE (O.S.)
|
|
He lies.
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|
QUIRRELL
|
|
Tell the truth! What do you see!
|
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|
|
VOICE (O.S.)
|
|
Let me speak to him.
|
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|
QUIRRELL
|
|
Master, you are not strong enough.
|
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|
|
VOICE (O.S.)
|
|
I have strength enough...for this.
|
|
|
|
Quirrell reaches up, unfurls his turban. In the mirror,
|
|
Harry watches a FACE appear...on the back of Quirrell's
|
|
head.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
(in a whisper)
|
|
Voldemort.
|
|
|
|
VOLDEMORT
|
|
Harry Potter. We meet...again.
|
|
|
|
Petrified, Harry stares at the face. It is hideous,
|
|
constantly changing, struggling to become whole.
|
|
|
|
VOLDEMORT
|
|
115.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Yes. You see what I've become.
|
|
Unicorn blood can sustain me, but
|
|
it cannot give me a body of my own.
|
|
But there is something that can.
|
|
Something that, conveniently
|
|
enough...lies in your pocket.
|
|
|
|
Harry wheels, dashing toward the staircase.
|
|
|
|
VOLDEMORT
|
|
Stop him!
|
|
|
|
Coolly, Quirrell SNAPS his fingers and, just as Harry
|
|
reaches the threshold, FLAMES SHOOT from the floor, barring
|
|
his way.
|
|
|
|
VOLDEMORT
|
|
Don't be a fool, Harry. Why suffer
|
|
a horrific death, when you can join
|
|
me...and live.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Never!
|
|
|
|
VOLDEMORT
|
|
Ah, bravery. Your parents had it
|
|
too. Tell me, Harry...would you
|
|
like to see your mother and father
|
|
again?
|
|
|
|
Harry stops, looks up. Quirrell steps aside, Voldemort's
|
|
face sliding from the glass and revealing...Harry's
|
|
parents.
|
|
|
|
VOLDEMORT
|
|
Together, we can bring them back.
|
|
All I ask...is for something in
|
|
return.
|
|
|
|
Slowly, almost involuntarily, Harry removes the Stone from
|
|
his pocket.
|
|
|
|
VOLDEMORT
|
|
That's it, Harry. There is no good
|
|
and evil, there is only power, and
|
|
those too weak to seek it.
|
|
Together, we'll do extraordinary
|
|
things. Just...give me the Stone.
|
|
|
|
Harry studies his parents' faces, drifting to his mother's,
|
|
when...we RACK FOCUS...and Voldemort's hideous face
|
|
surfaces through her's...and she is gone.
|
|
116.
|
|
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Liar!
|
|
|
|
Voldemort's eyes narrow.
|
|
|
|
VOLDEMORT
|
|
Kill him.
|
|
|
|
Instantly, Quirrell flies across the room, knocking Harry
|
|
clean off his feet and the Stone tumbling from his grasp.
|
|
|
|
Quirrell drops, his hand closing on Harry's neck. Harry
|
|
winces at the touch, face creased in pain, looking up into
|
|
Quirrell's face, when....for the briefest of moments—it
|
|
becomes Voldemort's. Harry gasps, struggling, when—to his
|
|
amazement—Quirrell's own face returns, SCREAMING, releasing
|
|
Harry and recoiling.
|
|
|
|
QUIRRELL
|
|
Wh-what is this magic?
|
|
|
|
Harry, breathing hard, follows Quirrell's gaze, stares in
|
|
horror: Quirrell's fingers are slowly turning to dust.
|
|
|
|
VOLDEMORT
|
|
Fool! Get the Stone!
|
|
|
|
Harry rises, looks at Quirrell's withering fingers, then to
|
|
his own hands, healthy and whole. As Quirrell starts to
|
|
move, Harry, in the flash of a second...
|
|
|
|
...decides. He bolts forward, reaches up with both hands
|
|
and...presses them to Quirrell's face.
|
|
|
|
Quirrell SCREAMS, but Harry holds tight, growing weaker as
|
|
the face under his fingers begins to DISSOLVE until,
|
|
finally, just when Harry looks ready to pass out...
|
|
|
|
Quirrell's face drops away.
|
|
|
|
Harry staggers back. Quirrell's body steps forward, blindly
|
|
lurching towards Harry, and then...crumbles to dust. Harry
|
|
stands still, just staring, then turns wearily, picks up
|
|
the Stone, when...an APPARITION—bearing Voldemort's
|
|
devilish face—SWOOPS up behind. Harry spins, watching in
|
|
terror as...
|
|
|
|
WHOOSH!—in a VIOLENT RUSH—Voldemort returns to DUST and
|
|
WHISTLES FORWARD, passing through Harry, blasting him back
|
|
-- through the air and onto the stone floor. As the dust
|
|
disappears, all is quiet once more, and we CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
WIDE SHOT
|
|
117.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Of Harry. Lying on the floor. The Stone glimmering dully in
|
|
his palm.
|
|
|
|
|
|
186 INT. HOGWARTS HOSPITAL WING - DAY 186
|
|
|
|
A PAINTING...of an INJURED SOLDIER lying in a HOSPITAL BED.
|
|
A NURSE enters the frame, begins to tend to his dressings
|
|
as...
|
|
|
|
Harry awakens in a hospital bed of his own. On the table
|
|
next to him, TREATS are piled high, including a raft of
|
|
open WIZARD CARDS. In one, Dumbledore beams down.
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
Good afternoon, Harry.
|
|
|
|
Harry squints, as if the card itself had spoken to him,
|
|
then sees that the real Dumbledore is sitting on the
|
|
windowsill. The great wizard slides off, gestures to the
|
|
treats.
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
Tokens from your admirers.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Admirers?
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
What happened down in the dungeons
|
|
between you and Professor Quirrell
|
|
is a complete secret—so naturally
|
|
the whole school knows. Your friend
|
|
Ronald has saved you the trouble of
|
|
opening your chocolate frogs.
|
|
Though one suspects Agrippa and
|
|
Ptolemy still elude him.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Ron was here? Is he all right? What
|
|
about Hermione--
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
Fine. Both of them. Madame Pomfrey
|
|
has explicitly forbidden visitors.
|
|
But I think—with the help of a
|
|
certain cloak— they've managed to
|
|
monitor your progress.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
But what happened to the—
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
118.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Relax, dear boy. The Stone has been
|
|
destroyed. My friend Nicolas and I
|
|
had a little chat and agreed it was
|
|
best all around.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
But then, Flamel...he'll die, won't
|
|
he?
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
He has enough Elixir to set his
|
|
affairs in order. But, yes, he will
|
|
die. To one as young as you, I'm
|
|
sure it seems incredible. But to
|
|
the well-organized mind, death is
|
|
but the next great adventure.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
But to destroy such a remarkable
|
|
thing...
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
Yes, yes. As much money and life as
|
|
one could ever want—the two things
|
|
most human beings would choose
|
|
above all else. Unfortunately,
|
|
humans do have a knack for choosing
|
|
precisely those things that are
|
|
worst for them.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
How is it I got the Stone, Sir? One
|
|
minute I was stating in the mirror—
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
Ah. You see, only a person who
|
|
wanted to find the Stone—find it,
|
|
but not use it— would be able to
|
|
get it. One of my more brilliant
|
|
ideas and, between you and me,
|
|
that's saying something.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Does that mean—with the Stone gone,
|
|
that is—that Voldemort can never
|
|
come back?
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
119.
|
|
|
|
|
|
I'm afraid there are other ways for
|
|
him to return. And when—if—he does,
|
|
it will take someone willing to
|
|
fight a losing battle to stop him
|
|
again. Someone like your parents.
|
|
Someone like you.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
(troubled)
|
|
Professor Dumbledore. Voldemort
|
|
said...if I gave him the Stone, he
|
|
could bring back my...family. Could
|
|
he have, sir? Really?
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
Some people are like mirrors,
|
|
Harry. They reflect our most
|
|
desperate desires. We see what they
|
|
want us to see. As painful as it
|
|
surely was...you made the right
|
|
choice.
|
|
|
|
Harry nods. Dumbledore studies him thoughtfully.
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
Do you know why Professor Quirrell
|
|
couldn't bear to touch you, Harry?
|
|
It's because of your mother. She
|
|
sacrificed herself for you. And
|
|
that kind of act leaves a mark.
|
|
|
|
Harry reaches up to his scar.
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
No, this kind of mark cannot be
|
|
seen. It lives in your very skin.
|
|
It is the very thing someone like
|
|
Professor Quirrell—full of hatred
|
|
and greed—cannot understand. Or
|
|
bear to touch.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
What is it?
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
Love, Harry. Love.
|
|
|
|
Dumbledore looks away then, smiles at Harry's treats.
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
120.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Ah! Bertie Bott's Every Flavor
|
|
Beans! I was unfortunate enough in
|
|
my youth to come across a vomit
|
|
flavored one, and since then I'm
|
|
afraid I've lost my liking for
|
|
them. But I think I'll be safe with
|
|
a nice toffee.
|
|
(popping it)
|
|
Alas! Ear wax!
|
|
|
|
|
|
187 INT. MARBLE STAIRCASE - NIGHT 187
|
|
|
|
As Harry limps down the staircase, he can hear the good
|
|
cheer of those feasting beyond the doors of the Great Hall.
|
|
Below, Hermione and Ron stand talking. Harry stops, simply
|
|
studying them, then they turn, see him. Nothing is said for
|
|
a moment.
|
|
|
|
All of them beyond words. Then Harry nods to Ron's-bruises.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
All right there, Ron?
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
All right. You?
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
All right. Hermione?
|
|
|
|
She smiles.
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Never better.
|
|
|
|
|
|
188 INT. GREAT HALL - NIGHT 188
|
|
|
|
The roaring Hall is bedecked in GREEN AND SILVER—Slytherin
|
|
colors—in honor of their winning the House Cup.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
D'you think Dumbledore meant for it
|
|
all to happen? And for you to do
|
|
it? Sending you your father's cloak
|
|
and all?
|
|
|
|
HERMIONE
|
|
Well, if he did—I mean—that's
|
|
terrible. You could have been
|
|
killed. Come to think of it, I
|
|
could've been killed...
|
|
121.
|
|
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
I think Dumbledore knows pretty
|
|
much everything that goes on here.
|
|
The only thing I don't understand
|
|
is Snape...
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Professor Snape, Potter.
|
|
|
|
Harry looks up, sees Professor McGonagall there.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
Yes, of course. I was only
|
|
wondering. Is it true? Did he hate
|
|
my father?
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
They were not compatible
|
|
personalities, if that's what you
|
|
mean. And then, of course, your
|
|
father did something Severus could
|
|
never forgive.
|
|
|
|
HARRY
|
|
What was that?
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
He saved his life.
|
|
|
|
Astonished, Harry glances at Snape sitting at the High
|
|
Table.
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
I suppose he felt it his obligation
|
|
...to look after you this year.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
Of course! And now that he's
|
|
squared things, he can hate Harry
|
|
in peace, right, Professor?
|
|
|
|
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
|
|
Hogwarts teachers do not hate their
|
|
students, Mr. Weasley...
|
|
(pointedly, as she exits)
|
|
No matter how taxing they may be.
|
|
|
|
R0N
|
|
I think she's warming up to me.
|
|
|
|
At the High Table, Dumbledore rises and the Hall quiets.
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
122.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Another year gone! Now as I
|
|
understand it, the House Cup needs
|
|
awarding, and the points stand
|
|
thus: tn fourth place, Gryffindor,
|
|
with 312.
|
|
|
|
Percy turns and glares at Ron.
|
|
|
|
RON
|
|
You'd think saving the bloody
|
|
school from a Dark Lord would count
|
|
for something.
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
In third place, Hufflepuff, with
|
|
352. In second, Ravenclaw, with
|
|
426. And in first place, with 472
|
|
points...Slytherin House.
|
|
|
|
The Slytherin table erupts. Draco Malfoy, banging his
|
|
goblet, casts a smirk at Harry, Ron and Hermione.
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
Yes, well done, Slytherin. However,
|
|
recent events must be taken into
|
|
account. I have a few last minute
|
|
points to award.
|
|
|
|
The hall goes very STILL. The Slytherin smiles FADE a bit.
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
First, to Miss Hermione Granger,
|
|
for the cool use of intellect when
|
|
others were in grave peril... fifty
|
|
points.
|
|
|
|
As the Gryffindors cheer, Hermione looks overwhelmed.
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
Second, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, for
|
|
the best played game of chess
|
|
Hogwarts has seen in many
|
|
years...fifty points..
|
|
|
|
PERCY
|
|
My youngest brother, you know!
|
|
|
|
DUMBLEDORE
|
|
Third, to Mr. Harry Potter, for
|
|
pure nerve and outstanding courage,
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I award Gryffindor House...sixty
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points.
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123.
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The DIN is deafening as Hermione makes the calculations.
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HERMIONE
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Oh my goodness. We've tied
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Slytherin!
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DUMBLEDORE
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And finally...it takes a great deal
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of bravery to stand up to our
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enemies, but even more to stand up
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to our friends. I therefore award
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10 points to...Mr. Neville
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Longbottom.
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As the room ROARS and the HOURGLASSES shift, a stunned
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Neville accepts wild slaps on the back.
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DUMBLEDORE
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Assuming my calculations are
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correct, I believe a change of
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decoration is in order.
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umbledore CLAPS his hands and--instantly—the green and
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silver of Slytherin-become the scarlet and gold of
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Gryffindor. Neville, white with shock, disappears under a
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pile of people hugging him. Draco Malfoy, looks stunned and
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horrified. Snape, with a horrible, forced smile, shakes
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Professor McGonagall's hand, then catches Harry's eye, his
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hatred still evident, but not enough to mar the moment.
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Harry considers the cheering faces’ that surround him,
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alone in the eye of a happy huricane. For a moment, he is
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not part of them, just watching. Then his voice joins the
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others, his face saying it all...
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This is a long way from the cupboard under the stairs.
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189 EXT. HOGSMEADE STATION - NEXT DAY - DAY 189
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The Hogwarts Express stands steaming, ready to depart. From
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the doorway, Ron calls to Harry, alone on the platform.
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RON
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Come on now, Harry.
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Harry glances about once more, then starts for the train.
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HAGRID
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Didn' think yeh'd be leavin'
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without sayin' goodbye, didya?
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Harry stops, smiles as Hagrid comes loping forward. Hagrid
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hands him a LEATHER-COVERED BOOK.
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124.
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HAGRID
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That there's fer you to open on the
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train. Which seems to be leavin',
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by the way.
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Harry holds out his hand. Hagrid takes it, then pulls him
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into a rough hug.
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HAGRID
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Go on now. An' Harry? If tha' dolt
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of a cousin o' yers Dudley gives
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yeh any grief, yeh can always
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threaten ter give 'im a pair o'
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ears ter go with that tail of 'is.
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HARRY
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But Hagrid. We're not allowed to do
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magic away from Hogwarts. You know
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that.
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HAGRID
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I do...
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(a wink)
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But yer cousin don't.
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190 INT. TRAIN COMPARTMENT - DAY 190
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Ron half-dozes against the window, while Hermione does some
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"light reading." Harry sits opposite them, studying
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Hagrid's gift curiously. Then he opens it. Inside, the
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pages are filled with WIZARD PHOTOGRAPHS. Smiling and.
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waving at Harry from every page are the faces he first saw
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in the Mirror of Erised. The faces of his mother and
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father.
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As the train lurches forward, Hermione looks up.
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HERMIONE
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Feels strange, doesn' t it? To be
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going home.
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Harry traces his finger over the smiling face of his
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mother, then looks up, following Hermione's gaze to the
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window.
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HARRY
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I'm not going home...Not really.
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191 EXT. TRAIN - MOVING AWAY - SAME TIME 191
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125.
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As Harry peers out, his face is calm. Peaceful. Hogwarts
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Castle glimmers in reflection on his window and we...
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PULL AWAY
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...rising high above Hogsmeade Station, above the Dark
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|
Forest and Hogwarts Castle itself as the Scarlet Express
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glitters far below, making its way back to the Muggle
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world. Slowly, we...
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FADE TO BLACK
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