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He continues to click the + Put-Outer until all the lamps go DARK. + + He turns, spies a CAT, sitting on the wall of Number Four. + He smiles knowingly. + + DUMBLEDORE + I should have known you'd be here, + Professor McGonagall. + + The cat leaps forward, TRANSFIGURES itself into a rather + severe-looking woman in an EMERALD CLOAK. + + PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL + Are the rumors true, Albus? + + DUMBLEDORE + (smile fading) + I'm afraid so. The good. And the + bad. + + PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL + And the boy? + + DUMBLEDORE + Hagrid's bringing him. + + PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL + You think it...wise...to trust + Hagrid with something as important + as this? + + DUMBLEDORE + I would trust Hagrid with my life, + Professor. + 2. + + +A LOW RUMBLE disturbs the skies. Dumbledore and McGonagall +look up and—suddenly—a HUGE MOTORCYCLE plummets through the +clouds, hits the ground with a THUNDEROUS ROAR. As the +SMOKE clears, a FIGURE climbs off. He is HAGRID and is, +quite obviously, a GIANT. In his vast, muscular arms, he +holds a BUNDLE of BLANKETS. + + HAGRID + Ev'ning, professor Dumbledore, sir. + Professor McGonagall. + + DUMBLEDORE + No problems, I take it, Hagrid? + + HAGRID + No sir. Little tyke fell ter sleep + as we was flyin' o'er Bristol. + +Hagrid steps forward and Dumbledore takes the bundle, turns +toward the doorstep. + + PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL + Albus, do you really think it best + to leave him here, with these + people? I've been watching them all + day. They're the worst sort of + Muggles imaginable. They're... + + DUMBLEDORE + The only family he has. + + PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL + But this boy will be famous. There + won't be a child in our world who + doesn't know his name... + + DUMBLEDORE + Exactly. It would be enough to turn + any boy's head. Famous before he + can walk and talk. Famous for + something he won't even remember. + No. He'll be much better off + growing up away from all that. + Until he's ready. + +Dumbledore lays the bundle on the mat. Hagrid SNIFFLES. + + DUMBLEDORE + There, there, Hagrid. It's not + eally goodbye, after all. + +Hagrid hods. Dumbledore tucks a PARCHMENT ENVELOPE into the +blankets and steps back, his face suddenly dark. Serious. + 3. + + + DUMBLEDORE + Good luck, Harry Potter. + + The CAMERA DOLLIES forward, toward the swaddled baby. A + CUT, still fresh, gleams on the baby's forehead. It is in + the shape of a BOLT of LIGHTNING. SMASH CUT TO TEN YEARS + LATER. + + +2 INT. CUPBOARD - NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MORNING 2 + + A pair of blinking GREEN EYES jerk into the light. + + WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.) + Up! Now! + + THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! + + WOMAN'S VOICE + I said now! + + FOOTSTEPS RECEDE and HARRY POTTER, now ten years old, + swings his skinny legs to the floor. He's small, which is + lucky since his room is not really a room at all, but + merely a cupboard under the stairs. + + Abruptly, the cupboard begins to SHAKE, DUST spilling from + the joists above Harry's head. Calmly, Harry takes a pair + of EYEGLASSES—taped at the bridge with Sellotape—from a + nail. + + +3 EXT. HALLWAY - DAY 3 + + Harry comes blinking out the cupboard door, watches his + enormous cousin, DUDLEY, thunder down the last step. Just + then, Harry's Aunt Petunia appears in the kitchen ahead. + + AUNT PETUNIA + There's the birthday boy! Don't you + look smart for your trip to the + zoo. + (scowling at Harry) + You mind the bacon. And don't dare + let it burn. I want everything + perfect on my Dimplin's special + day. + + HARRY + Yes, Aunt Petunia. + + +4 INT. KITCHEN - DAY 4 + 4. + + +Harry enters, finds his UNCLE VERNON reading the Daily Mail +behind a monstrous PILE OF PRESENTS. + + UNCLE VERNON + Bring my coffee, boy. + + HARRY + Yes, Uncle Vernon. + +Dudley enters, stares at the presents. + + DUDLEY + How many are there? + + UNCLE VERNON + Thirty-six. Counted them myself. + + DUDLEY + Thirty-six. But last year...last + year I had thirty-seven... + + UNCLE VERNON + Well now, son, some of these are + quite a bit bigger than last year-- + + DUDLEY + I DON'T CARE HOW BIG THEY ARE! + + AUNT PETUNIA + Now, now, here's what we'll do. + Today, when we're out, we'll buy + you two more presents. How's that, + popkin? + + DUDLEY + So then I'll have...I'll have... + + HARRY + Thirty-eight, popkin. + +Aunt Petunia cuffs Harry on the head on her way to the +RINGING TELEPHONE. + + AUNT PETUNIA + You just mind that bacon! + + HARRY + Yes, Aunt Petunia. + +As Dudley tears open a BOX of LEAD SOLDIERS, Uncle Vernon +ruffles his hair. + + UNCLE VERNON + 5. + + + Want your money's worth, don't you, + tiger. Well, look there. Aunt + Marge's sent you the Fourth + Battalion? + +Dudley twists the head off one. + + DUDLEY + This one's lost its head. + + UNCLE VERNON + Well now, son. Remember, we talked + about this. They're not meant to + move... + +As Dudleyrtosses the damaged soldier aside, Harry studies +it closely, then...Aunt Petunia HANGS UP the phone, turns. + + AUNT PETUNIA + Bad news. Mrs. Figgs' broken her + leg. She can't take him. + + UNCLE VERNON + We could phone Yvonne. + + AUNT PETUNIA + Don't be silly. She hates the boy. + + HARRY + You could just leave me here. + + UNCLE VERNON + And come back to find the house in + ruins? + + DUDLEY + I...Don't...Want...Him...To...Come! + He... always... spoils... + everything! + + AUNT PETUNIA + Now, precious, don't cry. He won't + spoil anything. What if Mummy buys + you three more presents. + + DUDLEY + Three? + + AUNT PETUNIA + As many as you want, sweetums. + +As Aunt Petunia cuddles him, Dudley shoots Harry a nasty +grin through the gap in his mother's arms. + 6. + + +5 EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - A BIT LATER 5 + + As Harry gets in the car, Uncle Vernon leans close. + + UNCLE VERNON + I'm warning you now, boy. Any funny + business, any at all, and you'll + have no meals for a week... + + +6 EXT. ZOO - DAY 6 + + Happy children walk hand in hand with their parents, as... + + +7 INT. REPTILE HOUSE - LATER - DAY 7 + + Dudley presses his pudgy nose to a gleaming plate of glass. + + DUDLEY + Make it move. + + Uncle Vernon looks over a zoo map at the HUGE BURMESE + PYTHON curled beyond the glass. RAPS his knuckles. Nothing. + + HARRY + He's asleep. + + DUDLEY + He's boring. + + Dudley waddles away and the others follow, all but Harry, + who steps forward and rubs Dudley's noseprint from the + glass. + + HARRY + Sorry about him. He doesn't + understand what it's like, lying + there day after day, watching + people press their ugly faces in on + you... + + The snake nods. Harry stops, looks off, then back. + WHISPERS: + + HARRY + Can you hear me? + + The snake cocks its head and...winks. + + HARRY + 7. + + + It's just, I've never talked to a + snake before. Do you, I mean...do + you talk to people often? + + The snake regards Harry...then slowly shakes its head no. + Harry nods, looking a bit unnerved. + + HARRY + So...you're from Burma, aren't you? + Was it nice there? Do you miss your + family? + (listening) + I see. That's me as well. I never + knew my parents either... + + DUDLEY + MUMMY! DAD! COME HERE! You won't + believe what this snake is doing! + + Dudley JABS Harry hard in the ribs, sending him tumbling to + the concrete, floor. Angry, Harry looks up as Dudley leans + against the^glass and it...VANISHES. Dudley flops forward, + the snake slithers out, and people run screaming. + + Stunned, Harry watches the python slip into the sunshine, + then glances back to the snake tank. The glass has + reappeared and Dudley sits within, face pale, eyes frozen + in terror. + + +8 INT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - LATER - DAY 8 + + Uncle Vernon, face purple with rage, drags Harry by the + ear. + + HARRY + I swear, I don't know how it + happened! One minute the glass was + there and then it was gone. It was + like magic. + + Uncle Vernon hurls Harry into the cupboard, stares hard. + + UNCLE VERNON + There's...no...such...thing...as... + magic! + + The door SLAMS. Harry sits quietly. Then, from his pocket, + he removes the damaged soldier Dudley had discarded + earlier. + + Reaching up, he places it on a dark shelf, next to half a + dozen others. + 8. + + +9 EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MORNING 9 + + A single OWL swoops down onto the Dursley's roof. + + +10 INT. KITCHEN - MORNING 10 + + Dudley parades about the kitchen in knickerbockers, + tailcoat and straw boater, tapping the floor with a KNOBBLY + STICK, while a teary Aunt Petunia snaps a photo with a + FLASH CAMERA. + + AUNT PETUNIA + Oh, Vernon, look at him. To think + in only a week he'll be off to + Smeltings. + + UNCLE VERNON + Proudest moment of my life. + + HARRY + (with dread) + Will I have to wear that too? + + AUNT PETUNIA + You! Go to Smeltings? Don't be + stupid. You'll goto state school, + where you belong. That there'll be + yours, once I'm done dying it. + + Harry glances at a tub of grey mud boiling on the stove. + + HARRY + But that's Dudley's old uniform. + It'll fit me like bits of old + elephant skin. + + AUNT PETUNIA + Fit you fine enough. Now fetch the + post. + + +11 INT. FRONT HALL - DAY 11 + + Three letters lie on the mat. A bill. A postcard. An + envelope of YELLOW PARCHMENT. Harry takes all, then stops, + staring at the envelope, which is addressed in EMERALD INK. + + Mr. H. Potter + + The Cupboard Under The Stairs + + 4 Privet Drive + 9. + + + Little Whinging + + Surrey + + Harry turns the envelope over, finds a PURPLE WAX SEAL. It + is a COAT OF ARMS, surrounding a large letter H. + + +12 INT. KITCHEN - DAY 12 + + arry drops the post on the table and sits, staring in quiet + wonderment at his envelope. Uncle Vernon takes the + postcard. + + UNCLE VERNON + Marge's ill. Ate a funny whelk... + + BAM! Dudley brings the Smelting stick down-hard on the + table. + + DUDLEY + Dad! Look! Harry's got a letter! + + Quickly, Uncle Vernon SNATCHES it away. + + HARRY + That's mine! + + UNCLE VERNON + Yours. Who'd be writing to you— + + Uncle Vernon's face goes pale. + + +13 INT. HALLWAY - DAY 13 + + The boys come flying into the hall, throw themselves + against the door as.it slams shut. + + HARRY + I want my letter! + + DUDLEY + I want my stick! + + Harry and Dudley make a furious play for the keyhole, but + Dudley's size proves too much and Harry, glasses dangling + from one ear, settles for the crack between door and floor. + + HARRY'S POV + + of Uncle Vernon's thick black shoes pacing back and forth. + 10. + + + AUNT PETUNIA + Vernon. Look at the address. How + could they possibly know where he + sleeps? You don't think they're + watching the house? + + UNCLE VERNON + Watching. Spying. Following us. We + both know the dangerous nonsense + your sister and her husband were + mixed up in. + + AUNT PETUNIA + But what should we do, Vernon? + Should we write back. Tell them we + don't want— + + UNCLE VERNON + No. We'll ignore it. If they don't + get an answer...Yes, that's + best...I'll burn it. + + HARRY + NO! I WANT MY LETTER! + + +14 INT. KITCHEN - DAY 14 + + Uncle Vernon walks to the stove, flips on a gas jet. As the + letter BURNS, Harry POUNDS the door, and a MONTAGE BEGINS. + + +15 EXT. ROOF - NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MORNING 15 + + An OWL beats its way across the sky, flutters down upon the + TV ANTENNA, where TWO OTHER OWLS already sit. + + +16 INT. LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME 16 + + A frowning? Uncle Vernon stands before the TELLY, + struggling to unscramble a RUGBY MATCH. The CLICK of the + MAIL SLOT is heard and he turns. + + +17 INT. FRONT HALL -DAY 17 + + THREE MORE LETTERS lie on the mat. Uncle Vernon enters, + snatches them up, RIPS them to pieces. + + +18 INT. CUPBOARD - DAY 18 + 11. + + + Harry sits sadly upon his bed, when...BANG! BANG! BANG! + + +19 INT. FRONT HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER 19 + + Harry eases open the cupboard door. Down the hallway, Uncle + Vernon stands swinging a hammer, mouth bulging with nails + as he POUNDS SHUT the mail slot. + + +20 EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MORNING 20 + + Uncle Vernon exits the house with his briefcase, stops. + FOUR OWLS sit atop his Vauxhall. He watches curiously as + they take flight, then looks down. FOUR LETTERS lie at his + feet. + + +21 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 21 + + The FIREPLACE BLAZES. Uncle Vernon pitches a handful of + LETTERS into the flames, turns. Harry stands watching. + + +22 EXT. ROOF - NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - SAME TIME 22 + + As the CHIMNEY SMOKES, FIVE OWLS sit in black silhouette + against a full moon. + + +23 EXT. KITCHEN WINDOW - NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MORNING 23 + + Aunt Petunia cracks an EGG. Inside is a LETTER. She cracks + another. Another LETTER. We PAN off the window to Dudley's + neglected BICYCLE. Perched atop the handlebars, seat and + tires are SIX OWLS. MONTAGE ENDS. + + +24 INT. LIVING ROOM - SUNDAY MORNING - DAY 24 + + Dudley lies on the floor, destroying another birthday toy, + as Aunt Petunia carefully sets a cup of coffee by Uncle + Vernon, who sits in an armchair, smiling strangely. + + UNCLE VERNON + Fine day, Sunday. Best day of the + week in my opinion. Know why I say + that, Dudley? + + HARRY + (entering) + Because there's no post on Sundays. + 12. + + + Uncle Vernon looks up brightly, but Harry's eyes are on the + window behind him. Outside, the sky is DARK WITH OWLS. + + UNCLE VERNON + Right you are, Harry! No damn + letters today! No sir. Not one + blasted... + + 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. + + +25 INT. HALLWAY - DAY 25 + + As Uncle Vernon stumbles out, Harry shakes free of his + grasp and stares dumbly: LETTERS swirl up and down the + hall. + + DUDLEY + Who on earth wants to talk to you + this badly! + + A letter flutters on Harry's fingertips...before Uncle + Vernon sweeps it away, eyes crazed, SHOUTING CRAZILY: + + UNCLE VERNON + That does it! We're going away! Far + away! Where they can't find us! + Where they can't get to us! + + Dudley glances at his mother. + + DUDLEY + Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he? + + +26 EXT. HUT ON THE ROCK - NIGHT 26 + + A very sad-looking HUT sits perched upon a large ROCK far + at sea. Wind whistles. The sea rages. + + +27 INT. HUT ON THE ROCK - NIGHT 27 + 13. + + +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. + + HARRY + Make a wish, Harry. + +Closing his eyes, he...blows...and the "flames" of dust +scatter. Eyes still closed, Harry holds the wish when... + +BOOM! + +The DOOR SHUDDERS. HINGES squeal. A pin squirrels out of +its housing. Falls to the floor. + +BOOM! + +Uncle Vernon comes sledding into the room in his socks, a +RIFLE in hand, paper hanging by a string from the barrel. + + 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. + + HARRY + I am. + +Hagrid turns, watches Harty's face come into the light. + 14. + + + HAGRID + Well now, course yeh are. + + 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. + + HAGRID + Best not mention this ter anyone + either, Harry. + + +54 EXT. DIAGON ALLEY - LATER - DAY 54 + + Harry and Hagrid exit the Apothecary, loaded with Harry's + various purchases. Harry studies the list in his hand. + + HARRY + I still need...a wand. + 23. + + + HAGRID + (points ahead) + Only place for wands, is + Ollivanders. You go inside. I got + one more thing I gotta'do. + + Harry nods, walks into Ollivanders. + + +55 INT. OLLIVANDERS WAND SHOP - DAY 55 + + Harry and Hagrid stand in a very narrow shop where + thousands of slender boxes are stacked to the ceiling. + Hovering above them on a spindly ladder is a pale old man + with eyes like silver moons. He is OLLIVANDER. + + OLLIVANDER + I wondered when I'd be seeing you, + Mr. Potter. Seems only yesterday + your mother and father we're in + here buying their first wands... + + Ollivander steps down.with a pair of slender boxes. + + OLLIVANDER + (extending a box) + Here we are. Just give it a wave. + + Feeling a bit supid, Harry raises his arm. Nothing. + + OLLIVANDER + No. Apparently not. Perhaps this. + + Harry raises it and...BRIGHT LIGHT shoots forth...sending a + CRYSTAL VASE OF BLACK ROSES shattering to the floor. + + OLLIVANDER + No. No. Definitely not. No Matter. + After all...it's the wand that + chooses the wizard. + + +56 INT. OLLIVANDERS WAND SHOP - LATER 56 + + HUNDREDS OF WAND BOXES lie at Harry's feet. Hagrid, eyes + heavy, sits on a spindly chair. Ollivander, meanwhile, + stands at the top of a spindly ladder, eyeing his + inventory. + + OLLIVANDER + I wonder... + 24. + + +Ollivander descends, presents a box. Stifling a yawn, Harry +takes the wand...and his expression changes. + + OLLIVANDER + Go on then. + +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. + + OLLIVANDER. + Curious. Very curious... + + HARRY + Sorry, but what's curious? + + 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. + + HAGRID + We don't speak his name, Harry. + + 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. + + OLLIVANDER + Terrible, yes. But great. + 25. + + + 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. + + +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 + with. + + Harry glances at the card in his hand. On it, there's a MAN + with a crooked nose, long silver beard, and half-moon + glasses. Underneath is a name: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE. + + HARRY + 34. + + + I've gotten Dumbledore! + + RON + I've about six of him. Trade you + Scabbers though, if you get Agrippa + or Ptolemy. + + HARRY + (reading the back) + '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? + + HARRY + No--I--Hey, he's gone. + +Harry holds up the cardn-now blank--to Ron, who only +shrugs. + + RON + Well, you can't expect him to hang + around all day, can you? + + 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. + + RON + Pathetic, isn't it? Fred gave me a + spell that's to turn him yellow. + Want to see? + 35. + + +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 +her school robes. + + 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. + + RON + Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, + Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow. + +Scabbers SNORTS, but otherwise remains fat, grey, and +asleep. + + 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... + + +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? + + 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 + myself? + + HERMIONE + You won't make a fool of yourself. + + Ron and Harry turn. They hadn't’even noticed Hermione. + + HERMIONE + It's in your blood. + + +85 INT. TROPHY STAIRCASE - MOMENTS LATER 85 + + Hermione leads Harry and Ron to a DISPLAY CASE. Inside is a + history of Quidditch at Hogwarts, with ancient brooms, + strange equipment, and various TROPHIES. She points. Etched + upon a SILVER TRAY, below a GRYFFINDOR LION, one NAME + shines: + + James Potter. Seeker. + + RON + Harry...you didn't tell me your + father was a Seeker too. + + HARRY + I...didn't know. + + +86 INT. MARBLE STAIRCASE - MOMENTS LATER 86 + + As Harry and Ron trail Hermione up the staircase, Ron + WHISPERS. + + RON + I'm telling you, it's spooky. She + knows more about you than you do. + + HARRY + Who doesn't? + + Just then, the staircase LURCHES beneath their feet... + + +87 INT. FORBIDDEN CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 87 + 56. + + + ...and transports them to a very dark, very creepy + corridor. + + RON + Does anybody feel like...we + shouldn't be here? + + HERMIONE + We're not supposed to be here. This + is the Third Floor. It's forbidden. + + HARRY + (intrigued) + Why, though? + + HERMIONE + Because Dumbledore said so. Let's + go. + + Meow. They freeze. A CAT sits watching them, eyes + glittering in the dark. Then...a SHADOW scales the wall. + + FILCH (O.S.) + Who goes there! + + They turn, dash the opposite way. As they reach a DOOR, + Harry grips the knob, twists. It's LOCKED. + + FILCH (O.S.) + Lead me to them, my sweet.... + + RON + That's it. We're done for. + + HERMIONE + Oh, move over. Alohomora! + + Hermione gives her wand a swish and...the door swings open. + + Harry and Ron stare incredulously. + + HERMIONE + Standard Book of Spells. Chapter + Seven. + + +88 INT. FORBIDDEN ROOM - CONTINUOUS 88 + + As they fall inside, Hermione presses her ear to the door. + + RON + Chapter Seven? + 57. + + + HERMIONE + Shhh! Filch is...gone. + + RON + He probably thinks this door is + locked. + + HERMIONE + It was locked. + + HARRY + And for good reason... + + 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 + saliva. + + As the dog ROARS, they tumble back outside and... + + +89 INT. 3RD FLOOR CORRIDOR 89 + + ...Harry FLINGS home the DOOR just before the dog throws + itself against it. They exchange a glance, dash off. + + +90 INT. GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM - NIGHT 90 + + The Pink Lady frowns as they spill through, stand gasping. + + 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? + + 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. + + +140 INT. SEVENTH FLOOR CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 140 + + Hermione walks silently beside Harry and Ron. + + HARRY + Good of her to get us out of + trouble like that. + + RON + Mind you, we did save her from a + full grown mountain troll. + + HARRY + Mind you, she might not have needed + saving if we hadn't locked the + thing in with her. + + Ron glances at Hermione, then away. + + RON + What are friends for? + + +141 INT. GREAT HALL - DAY 141 + + Harry, Ron and Hermione sit together. Harry ignores his + breakfast. Ron, as usual, is stuffing his face. + + RON + Take a bit of toast, mate. Go on. + + HERMIONE + 67. + + + Ron's right, Harry. You're going to + need your strength today. + + HARRY + I'm not hungry. + + SNAPE + (appearing) + Good luck today, Potter. Then + again, now that you've proven + yourself against a troll, a little + game of Quidditch should be easy + work for you. Even if it is against + my boys. + +Snape smiles, LIMPS away toward the Slytherin table. + + HERMIONE + That was...disturbing. + + RON + I tell you what's disturbing. Snape + smiling. + + HARRY + That explains the blood... + + HERMIONE + Blood? + + HARRY + Last night, Ron and I saw Snape + heading for the third floor. I'm + guessing he let the troll in as a + diversion, tried to get past the + three-headed dog, and got himself + bit. That's why he's limping. + + HERMIONE + But why would anyone go near that + dog? + + HARRY + Listen. The day I was at Gringotts, + Hagrid took something out of one of + the vaults. Said it was Hogwarts + business. Very secret. + + HERMIONE + So you're saying... + + HARRY + 68. + + + That's what the dog's guarding. + That's what Snape wants. + + RON + "But what's safer than Gringotts? + + HARRY + One place, according to Hagrid. + Hogwarts. + + HERMIONE + Well, whatever it is, it must be + really valuable. + + HARRY + Or really dangerous. + + Just then, an OWL beats into the room. + + HERMIONE + Bit early for mail, isn't it? + + HARRY + That's Hedwig. + + 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 + BROOMSTICK. + + HARRY + It's a broomstick. + + RON + That's not a broomstick, Harry. + That's a Nimbus Two Thousand. + + HARRY + But who...? + + Harry glances up, sees—far across the room--Professor + McGonagall looking his way. Quickly, she turns away. + + +142 EXT. QUIDDITCH FIELD - DAY 142 + + 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. + 69. + + + 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? + + HARRY + Pretty close. + + WOOD + It's all right. I felt the same way + before my first game. + + HARRY + What happened? + + 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. + +Madame Hooch, clad in REFEREE ROBES, addresses the players. + + MADAME HOOCH + Now, I want a nice clean game. From + all of you. + +She glances tellingly at Slytherin Captain MARCUS FLINT. + +Harry leans over to ANGELINA JOHNSON, Gryffindor Chaser. + + HARRY + Who's he, Angelina? + + ANGELINA + Marcus Flint. Slytherin Captain. + They say he's got troll blood in + him. + +Harry swallows as Flint glares at him murderously. + + 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. + + LEE JORDAN + 70. + + + 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: + + RON + Ahhh! + + Harry's head is floating in midair. Ron looks on in awe. + + RON + Harry, do you know what this is? + It’s an invisibility cloak. They're + really rare. Who gave you this? + + HARRY + There's no name...It just says, + 'Use it well.' + + +147 INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT 147 + + Pitch black. A match STRIKES, floats by itself, in midair. + It drifts forward, LIGHTS a LAMP. + + +148 INT. LIBRARY - ROW OF BOOKS - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 148 + + The lamp floats eerily among the books, then rises, + illuminates a SIGN: RESTRICTED. + + +149 INT. RESTRICTED ROOM - LIBRARY - NIGHT 149 + + The lamp FLOATS into the room, the invisibility cloak drops + and, bit by bit, HARRY appears. + 78. + + + HARRY + Flamel. Nicolas Flamel... + + 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... + + +150 INT. LIBRARY CORRIDOR - NIGHT 150 + + —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. + + SNAPE + Have you found out how to get past + that beast of Hagrid’s, yet? + + QUIRRELL + B-b-but Severus, I— + + SNAPE + You don’t want me as your enemy, + Quirrel. + + QUIRRELL + I don’t know what you— + + 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. + + + The door behind them slowly opens and closes... quietly, + carefully... + + Filch appears, from around the corridor, walks up to Snape + and Quirrel. + + 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. + + +151 INT. EMPTY CLASSROOM - NIGHT 151 + + 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. + + 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! + + They leap to the door--see a fleet figure racing across the + grounds, disappearing in the night. + + +161 EXT. HOGWARTS GROUNDS - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 161 + 89. + + + Harry, Ron and Hermione walk toward the glittering castle. + + HARRY + Hagrid always wanted a dragon. Told + me so the first time I ever met + him. + + RON + But it's crazy. And worse, Malfoy, + knows. + + HARRY + I don't understand. Is that bad? + + 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. + + RON + It's bad. + + +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. + + 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 + 90. + + + 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 + Neither should you. + + They all jump. Neville rises from an armchair. + + NEVILLE + You're sneaking out again, aren't + you? + + HARRY + Now, Neville, listen... + + NEVILLE + No! I won't let you. You'll get + Gryffindor in trouble again. + I'll...I'll fight you! You were the + ones who told me I had to stand up + to people! + + RON + To people. Not us. + + Neville raises his fists. Unfortunately, his teddy bear + pyjamas somewhat undermine the intended effect. + + HERMIONE + Neville. I'm really, really sorry + about this. + (raising her wand) + Petrificus Totalus! + + Instantly, Neville's arms and legs snap to his sides. He + SWAYS...then FALLS FLAT...only his eyes moving, staring at + them in horror. Harry and Ron look a little horrified too. + + RON + 101. + + + You're a little scary sometimes, + you know that? Brilliant. But + scary. + + +174 INT. THIRD FLOOR CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 174 + + CAMERA DRIFTS...down the corridor. Suddenly, up ahead, + Peeves rounds the corner, MUMBLING to himself as he JUGGLES + a trio of APPLES. Suddenly, he stops, eyes narrowing + suspiciously. + + PEEVES + Who's there? Know you're there, + even if I can't see you. Are you + ghoulie or ghostie or wee student + beastie? + + Nothing. Peeves smiles slyly, reaches back, and hurls one + of the apples. It streaks through the + air...then...disappears in mid-flight. Peeves smile fades. + + PEEVES + Never mind. + + He backpedals frantically, turns, and swoops off the way he + came. Seconds later, Harry drops the cloak, tosses the + APPLE in his hand to Ron. + + HERMIONE + That was close. + + Harry steps to the chamber before them. Inside, the thrum + of MUSIC can be heard. Slowly, Harry starts to ease open + the door...when... CRUNCH! Hermione and Harry jump, turn. + Ron stands chewing the apple. + + RON + Sorry. I get hungry when I'm + nervous. + + Harry pushes the door clear...finds...a giant quivering + nose and yellow fangs dripping with saliva. They GASP, + then... + + RON + Wait a minute. He's... + + HARRY + Snoring. + + Harry pushes the door further and the light from the + corridor falls on a TINY HARP. Playing by itself. + 102. + + +175 INT. FORBIDDEN CORRIDOR - NIGHT 175 + + As they enter, Harry takes a FLUTE from his pocket. + + HARRY + Suppose we won't be needing this + now. Look, it's obvious Snape's + already got past Fluffy. If you two + want to go back— + + RON + Don't be stupid. + + HERMIONE + We're coming. + + HARRY + Right then. All together now. + + Straining mightily, they put their shoulders to the massive + paw that lays across the trapdoor. Once done, Harry flings + it open. Below lies only darkness...a faint whistling wind. + + HARRY + 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? + + HERMIONE + The harp...what happened to the— + + Splat! Something wet and sticky hits Ron's shoulder. + + RON + Yuck! What's this ruddy stuff— + + 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. + + Instantly, the trio pitches themselves into the darkness... + + +176 INT. SHAFT/DEVIL'S SNARE - SECONDS LATER 176 + + Harry PLUMMETS down a glittering shaft, tumbling head over + heels, down, down, down, until... + 103. + + +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. + + RON + That was...cool. + + HARRY + We must be miles under the school. + + RON + Lucky this plant thing's here, + really. + + HARRY + WO! + +A vine snakes out Ron's back collar. + + RON + Wo! + +Twin creepers encircle Harry's chest. + + 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. + + 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. + + HARRY + If you can, go to the Owlery and + send a message to Dumbledore. Ron's + right. I have to go on. + +Hermione turns, her eyes glittering. Without warning, she +rushes forward, embraces Harry. + + HERMIONE + You're a great wizard, Harry + Potter! You are, you know! + + HARRY + (a bit embarrassed) + Not as good as you. + + HERMIONE + 112. + + + Me! Books. And cleverness. There + are more important things— + friendship and bravery and—-oh, + Harry, be careful! + + She turns then, goes to Ron. Harry studies his two friends, + then looks away. The remaining chessmen bow, parting the + way to the next door. He steps forward. + + +184 INT. LAST CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER 184 + + Alone, Harry makes his way through a corridor that drops + down like a tunnel. Up ahead, a chamber glimmers. + + +185 INT. THE LAST CHAMBER - NIGHT 185 + + Harry descends a staircase. As the chamber below comes into + view, he sees a FIGURE standing before the Mirror of + Erised. + + HARRY + You! + + The figure turns. It is Professor Quirrell. + + HARRY + No. It can’t be. Snape... + + QUIRRELL + Mm, yes, he does seem the type, + doesn't he? So useful Snape. + Swooping around like an overgrown + bat. Next to him, who would suspect + p-poor st-stuttering Professor + Quirrell? + + HARRY + But that day, during the Quidditch + match...Snape to kill me. + + QUIRRELL + 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. + + HARRY + Snape was trying to save me? + 113. + + + QUIRRELL + Oh, don't misunderstand. He hates + 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. + +Harry looks stunned. Quirrell looks amused. + + QUIRRELL + Didn't know? Surprising, given how + curious you are Potter. I knew you + were a danger to me right off. + Especially after Halloween. + + HARRY + You let the Troll in. + +Quirrell nods, examining the Mirror as he speaks: + + 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? + + VOICE (O.S.) + Use the boy. + +Harry glances about in horror as the DARK VOICE echoes. +Quirrell turns, eyes Harry. + + QUIRRELL + Come here, Potter. + 114. + + +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. + + QUIRRELL + (studying him) + What is it? What do you see? + + HARRY + I...I'm shaking hands with + Dumbledore.I...I've won the House + Cup. + + VOICE (O.S.) + He lies. + + QUIRRELL + Tell the truth! What do you see! + + VOICE (O.S.) + Let me speak to him. + + QUIRRELL + Master, you are not strong enough. + + 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, + I award Gryffindor House...sixty + points. + 123. + + + The DIN is deafening as Hermione makes the calculations. + + HERMIONE + Oh my goodness. We've tied + Slytherin! + + DUMBLEDORE + And finally...it takes a great deal + of bravery to stand up to our + enemies, but even more to stand up + to our friends. I therefore award + 10 points to...Mr. Neville + Longbottom. + + As the room ROARS and the HOURGLASSES shift, a stunned + Neville accepts wild slaps on the back. + + DUMBLEDORE + Assuming my calculations are + correct, I believe a change of + decoration is in order. + + umbledore CLAPS his hands and--instantly—the green and + silver of Slytherin-become the scarlet and gold of + Gryffindor. Neville, white with shock, disappears under a + pile of people hugging him. Draco Malfoy, looks stunned and + horrified. Snape, with a horrible, forced smile, shakes + Professor McGonagall's hand, then catches Harry's eye, his + hatred still evident, but not enough to mar the moment. + Harry considers the cheering faces’ that surround him, + alone in the eye of a happy huricane. For a moment, he is + not part of them, just watching. Then his voice joins the + others, his face saying it all... + + This is a long way from the cupboard under the stairs. + + +189 EXT. HOGSMEADE STATION - NEXT DAY - DAY 189 + + The Hogwarts Express stands steaming, ready to depart. From + the doorway, Ron calls to Harry, alone on the platform. + + RON + Come on now, Harry. + + Harry glances about once more, then starts for the train. + + HAGRID + Didn' think yeh'd be leavin' + without sayin' goodbye, didya? + + Harry stops, smiles as Hagrid comes loping forward. Hagrid + hands him a LEATHER-COVERED BOOK. + 124. + + + HAGRID + That there's fer you to open on the + train. Which seems to be leavin', + by the way. + + Harry holds out his hand. Hagrid takes it, then pulls him + into a rough hug. + + HAGRID + Go on now. An' Harry? If tha' dolt + of a cousin o' yers Dudley gives + yeh any grief, yeh can always + threaten ter give 'im a pair o' + ears ter go with that tail of 'is. + + HARRY + But Hagrid. We're not allowed to do + magic away from Hogwarts. You know + that. + + HAGRID + I do... + (a wink) + But yer cousin don't. + + +190 INT. TRAIN COMPARTMENT - DAY 190 + + Ron half-dozes against the window, while Hermione does some + "light reading." Harry sits opposite them, studying + Hagrid's gift curiously. Then he opens it. Inside, the + pages are filled with WIZARD PHOTOGRAPHS. Smiling and. + waving at Harry from every page are the faces he first saw + in the Mirror of Erised. The faces of his mother and + father. + + As the train lurches forward, Hermione looks up. + + HERMIONE + Feels strange, doesn' t it? To be + going home. + + Harry traces his finger over the smiling face of his + mother, then looks up, following Hermione's gaze to the + window. + + HARRY + I'm not going home...Not really. + + +191 EXT. TRAIN - MOVING AWAY - SAME TIME 191 + 125. + + +As Harry peers out, his face is calm. Peaceful. Hogwarts +Castle glimmers in reflection on his window and we... + +PULL AWAY + +...rising high above Hogsmeade Station, above the Dark +Forest and Hogwarts Castle itself as the Scarlet Express +glitters far below, making its way back to the Muggle +world. Slowly, we... + + FADE TO BLACK + \ No newline at end of file