Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban/Transcript

Lumos Maxima. Lumos Maxima. Lumos Maxima. Lumos Maxima. Lumos Maxima!
Harry. Harry.
 
Harry, open the door.
Marge. How lovely to see...
Uncle Vernon,
I need you to sign this form.
What is it?
Nothing. School stuff.
Later perhaps, if you behave.
I will if she does.
- Oh, you're still here, are you?
- Yes. 
Don't say yes
in that ungrateful way. Damn good of my brother
to keep you.
He'd have been straight to an orphanage
if he'd been dumped on my doorstep.
Is that my Dudders?
Is that my little neffy-pooh?
Give us a kiss. Come on. Up, up.
Take Marge's suitcase upstairs.
Okay.
Finish that off for Mommy.
Good boy, Rippy-pooh.
- Can I tempt you, Marge?
- Just a small one.
Excellent nosh, Petunia.
A bit more.
Usually just a fry-up for me,
what with dogs.
Just a bit more. That's a boy.
You wanna try
a little drop of brandy?
A little drop of brandy-brandy
windy-wandy for Rippy-pippy-pooh?
What are you smirking at? 
Where did you send the boy,
Vernon?
St. Brutus'. It's a fine
institution for hopeless cases.
Do they use a cane
at St. Brutus', boy?
Oh, yeah. 
Yeah. I've been beaten
loads of times.
Excellent. I won't have this
namby-pamby... wishy-washy nonsense about
not beating people who deserve it.
You mustn't blame yourself
about how this one turned out.
It's all to do with blood.
Bad blood will out.
What is it the boy's father did,
Petunia?
Nothing. He didn't work.
He was unemployed.
- And a drunk too, no doubt?
- That's a lie.
- What did you say?
- My dad wasn't a drunk.
[Harry uses magic to shatter Aunt Marge’s glass out of anger]
Don't worry. Don't fuss, Petunia.
I have a very firm grip.
I think it's time you went to bed.
Quiet, Vernon. You, clean it up.
Actually, it's nothing to do
with the father.
It's all to do with the mother.
You see it all the time with dogs.
If something's wrong with the bitch,
then something's wrong with the pup.
Shut up! Shut up!
Right.
Let me tell you...
[Harry again uses magic. This time, he inflates Marge]
Vernon!
Vernon! Vernon, do something!
Stop!
I've got you, Marge.
I've got you.
- Hold on, hold on.
[Ripper is tugging on Vernon’s pants]
- Get off.
[Vernon is losing his grip on Marge as she starts to float away]
- Don't you dare!
- Sorry.
Oh, Vernon.
Oh, God.
Marge!
Please!
Marge!
Come back!
You bring her back! You bring her back now. You put her right!
- No. She deserved what she got.
Vernon: Arrrgh!
- Keep away from me.
- You can't do magic outside school.
 
 
- Yeah? Try me.
- They won't let you back now.
 
 
You've nowhere to go.
 
 
I don't care.
Anywhere is better than here. 
"Welcome to the Knight Bus...
 
 
...emergency transport
for the stranded witch or wizard.
 
 
My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be
your conductor for this evening."
What you doing down there?
 
 
- I fell over.
- What you fell over for?
 
 
- I didn't do it on purpose.
- Well, come on, then.
 
 
Let's not wait for the grass to grow.
- What you looking at?
- Nothing.
 
 
Well, come on, then. In.
 
 
No, no, no. I'll get this. You get in.
 
 
Come on.
 
 
Come on. Move on, move on.
 
- Take her away, Ern.
- Yeah, take it away, Ernie.
 
 
It's goin’ to be a bumpy ride.
 
 
- What did you say your name was again?
- I didn't.
 
 
- Whereabouts are you headed?
- The Leaky Cauldron. That's in London.
 
 
You hear that, Ern? "The Leaky Cauldron.
That's in London."
 
 
The Leaky Cauldron.
If you have pea soup... make sure you eat it
before it eats you.
 
 
- But the Muggles. Can't they see us?
- Muggles?
 
 
They don't see nothing, do they?
 
 
No, but if you jab them
with a fork, they feel.
 
Ernie, little old lady at 12 o'clock!
Ten, nine, eight... seven, six, five... four, tree, tree and a half... two, one and tree quarters.
Yes!
 
 
Who is that?
 
 
That man.
 
 
Who is that?
 
 
Who is...?
 
 
That is Sirius Black, that is.
 
 
Don't tell me you've never
been hearin’ of Sirius Black.
 
 
He's a murderer.
 
 
Got himself locked up
in Azkaban for it.
 
 
- How did he escape?
- Well, that's the question, innit?
He's the first one that done it.
 
 
He was a big supporter of...
 
 
...You-Know-Who.
 
 
I reckon you've heard of him.
 
 
Yeah.
 
 
Him I've heard of.
 
 
Ernie, two double-deckers
at 12 o'clock.
 
 
They're getting closer, Ernie. 
 
Ernie, they're right on top of us!
 
 
Mind your head.
 
 
Hey, guys? Guys?
 
 
Why the long faces?
 
 
Yeah, yeah.
Nearly there. Nearly there.
 
- The Leaky Cauldron.
- Next stop, Knockturn Alley.
Mr. Potter, at last.
- Take it away, Ern.
- Yeah, take it away, Ernie!
Room.
Hedwig.
Right smart bird
you got there, Mr. Potter.
 
 
He arrived here just
five minutes before yourself.
 
 
As Minister for Magic, it is my duty
to inform you, Mr. Potter... earlier this evening
your uncle's sister was located... a little south of Sheffield,
circling a chimney stack.
The Accidental Magic Reversal
Department was dispatched immediately.
She has been properly punctured
and her memory modified.
She will have no recollection
of the incident whatsoever.
So that's that... and no harm done.
Pea soup?
No, thank you.
 
- Minister?
- Yes?
- I don't understand.
- Understand?
I broke the law. Underage wizards
can't use magic at home.
Come now. The Ministry
doesn't send people to Azkaban... for blowing up their aunts.
On the other hand, running away
like that, given the state of things... was very, very irresponsible.
- "The state of things," sir?
- We have a killer on the loose.
Sirius Black, you mean?
But what's he got to do with me?
Nothing, of course. You're safe.
And that's what matters.
And tomorrow you'll be
on your way back to Hogwarts.
These are your new schoolbooks.
I took the liberty... of having them brought here.
Now Tom will show you to your room.
Hedwig.
Oh, by the way, Harry. Whilst you're
here, it would be best if you didn't... wander.
Right! You gonna move
that bus or what?
Housekeeping. 
I'll come back later.
 
 
I'm warning you, Hermione.
 
 
Keep that bloody beast away from Scabbers,
or I'll turn it into a tea cozy.
 
 
It's a cat, Ronald.
What do you expect?
- It's in his nature.
- A cat? Is that what they told you?
 
 
- Looks more like a pig with hair If you ask me!
- That's rich... coming from the owner
of that smelly old shoe brush.
Crookshanks, just ignore
the mean little boy.
Harry.
 
 
Harry.
 
- Egypt. What's it like?
- Brilliant. Loads of old stuff... like mummies, tombs,
even Scabbers enjoyed himself.
- Egyptians used to worship cats.
- Yeah. Along with the dung beetle.
 
 
- Not flashing that clipping about again, are you Ron?
- I haven't shown anyone.
 
 
No, not a soul.
Not unless you count Tom.
- The day maid.
- The night maid.
 
- The Cook.
- The bloke who came to fix the toilet. And that wizard from Belgium!
 
 
- Harry.
- Mrs. Weasley.
 
 
- Good to see you, dear.
- Good to see you.
 
 
- Got everything?
- Yes.
 
Yes? All your books?
- It's all upstairs.
 
 
- Your clothes?
- Everything.
 
 
- Good boy.
- Thank you.
 
 
- Harry Potter.
- Mr. Weasley.
 
 
- Harry, wonder if I might have a word?
- Yeah, sure.
 
 
- Hermione.
- Good morning, Mr. Weasley.
 
 
- Looking forward to a new term?
- Yeah. It should be great.
 
 
Harry, some within the Ministry
would strongly discourage me...
 
 
...from divulging what I'm about
to reveal to you.
 
 
But I think that you need
to know the facts.
 
You are in danger.
 
 
Grave danger.
 
 
Has this anything to do
with Sirius Black, sir?
 
 
What do you know
about Sirius Black, Harry?
 
 
- Only that he's escaped from Azkaban.
- Do you know why?
 
 
Thirteen years ago,
when you stopped...
 
 
- Voldemort.
- Don't say his name.
 
 
Sorry.
 
When you stopped You-Know-Who...
 
 
...Black lost everything.
 
 
But to this day, he still remains
a faithful servant.
 
 
And in his mind...
 
 
...you are the only thing
that stands in the way...
 
 
...of You-Know-Who
returning to power.
 
 
And that is why...
 
 
...he has escaped from Azkaban.
 
To find you.
 
 
And kill me.
 
 
Harry, swear to me
that whatever you might hear...
 
 
...you won't go looking for Black.
 
 
Mr. Weasley...
 
 
...why would I go looking
for someone who wants to kill me?
 
 
Quick. Quick.
 
 
Ron, Ron!
 
 
Oh, for goodness' sake!
 
 
Don't lose him!
 
I didn't mean to blow her up. I just...
 
 
- I lost control.
- Brilliant.
 
 
Honestly, Ron, it's not funny.
Harry was lucky not to be expelled.
 
 
I was lucky not to be arrested.
 
 
I still think it was brilliant.
 
 
Come on. Everywhere else is full.
 
 
Who do you think that is?
 
 
- Professor R.J. Lupin.
- Do you know everything?
 
 
How is it she knows everything?
 
 
- It's on his suitcase, Ronald.
- Oh.
 
 
- Do you think he's really asleep?
- Seems to be. Why?
 
I gotta tell you something.
 
 
Let me get this straight.
Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban... to come after you?
- Yeah.
But they'll catch Black, won't they?
- I mean, everyone's looking for him.
- Sure.
Except no one's ever broken out
of Azkaban before... and he's a murderous, raving lunatic.
- Thanks, Ron.
Why are we stopping?
We can't be there yet.
What's going on?
 
I don't know.
Maybe we've broken down.
Ouch, Ron. That was my foot.
There's something moving out there.
I think someone's coming aboard.
Bloody hell! What's happening?
 
Harry.
Harry, are you all right?
Thank you.
Here, eat this. It'll help.
It's all right. It's chocolate.
What was that thing that came?
It was a dementor. One of the guards
of Azkaban. It's gone now.
It was searching the train
for Sirius Black.
If you'll excuse me, I need to have
a little word with the driver.
Eat. You'll feel better.
What happened to me?
Well, you sort of went rigid.
We thought maybe you were
having a fit or something.
And did either of you two... you know... pass out?
- No.
I felt weird, though.
Like I'd never be cheerful again.
 
But someone was screaming.
A woman.
No one was screaming, Harry.
Welcome! Welcome to another year
at Hogwarts.
 
Now, I'd like to say a few words... before we all become too befuddled
by our excellent feast.
First, I'm pleased to welcome
Professor R.J. Lupin... who's kindly consented
to fill the post... of Defense Against
the Dark Arts teacher.
Good luck, professor.
 
Of course. That's why he knew
to give you the chocolate, Harry.
Potter. Is it true you fainted?
- I mean, you actually fainted?
 
- Shove off, Malfoy.
 
- How did he find out?
- Just forget it.
Our Care of Magical Creatures
teacher... has decided to retire... in order to spend more time
with his remaining limbs.
Fortunately,
I'm delighted to announce... that his place will be taken
by none other... than our own Rubeus Hagrid.
Finally, on a more disquieting note... at the request
of the Ministry of Magic... Hogwarts will, until further notice,
play host to the dementors of Azkaban... until such a time
as Sirius Black is captured.
The dementors will be stationed
at every entrance to the grounds.
Now whilst I've been assured... that their presence will not disrupt
our day-to-day activities... a word of caution.
Dementors are vicious creatures.
They'll not distinguish... between the one they hunt
and the one who gets in their way.
Therefore, I must warn
each and every one of you... to give them no reason
to harm you.
It is not in the nature
of a dementor to be forgiving.
But you know,
happiness can be found...
 
 
...even in the darkest of times...
 
 
...if one only remembers
to turn on the light.
 
 
Fortuna Major.
 
 
Here, listen.
She just won't let me in.
 
 
- Fortuna Major.
- No, no. Wait, wait.
 
 
Watch this.
 
 
- Amazing. Just with my voice.
- Fortuna Major.
 
 
- Yes, all right. Go in.
- Thank you.
 
 
Still doing that after three years.
 
 
- She can't even sing.
- Exactly.
- Hey, man.
- Hey, man.
 
 
- Oh, God.
- That's awful.
 
 
Green. That's a monkey.
 
- What is that?
- You call that a monkey?
 
 
Do not give him one again.
 
 
Hey, Neville, try an elephant.
 
 
- Ron, catch.
- I will.
 
 
I think we have a winner.
 
 
- Oh, don't try one of them.
- Oh, no.
 
 
Look at him. His face.
 
 
Welcome, my children.
 
 
In this room, you shall explore
the noble art of Divination.
 
 
In this room, you shall discover
if you possess the Sight.
 
 
Hello. I am Professor Trelawney.
 
 
Together we shall cast ourselves
into the future.
 
This term, we'll focus on Tasseomancy,
the art of reading tea leaves.
So please, take the cup
of the person sitting opposite you.
 
 
What do you see?
The truth lies buried like a sentence
deep within a book, waiting to be read.
 
 
But first, you must broaden
your minds.
 
 
- First, you must look beyond.
- What a load of rubbish.
 
 
- Where did you come from?
- Me?
 
 
- I've been here all this time.
- You, boy...
 
 
Is your grandmother quite well?
 
 
I think so.
 
I wouldn't be so sure of that.
Give me the cup.
 
 
Pity.
 
 
Broaden your minds.
 
 
Your aura is pulsing, dear.
Are you in the beyond?
 
- I think you are.
- Sure.
 
 
Look at the cup.
Tell me what you see.
 
 
Yeah.
 
 
Harry's got sort of a wonky cross.
That's trials and suffering.
 
And that there could be the sun
and that's happiness.
 
 
So...
 
 
...you're gonna suffer,
but you're gonna be happy about it.
 
 
Give me the cup.
 
Oh, my dear boy.
 
 
My dear...
 
 
...you have the Grim.
 
 
The Grin? What's the Grin?
 
 
Not the Grin, you idiot. The Grim.
 
 
"Taking form of a giant spectral dog.
 
 
It's among the darkest omens
in our world.
 
 
It's an omen...
 
 
...of death."
 
 
You don't think that Grim thing's
got anything to do with Sirius Black?
 
 
Oh, honestly, Ron. If you ask me,
Divination's a woolly discipline.
 
 
Now, Ancient Runes,
that's a fascinating subject.
 
Ancient Runes? Exactly how many
classes are you taking?
A fair few.
Hang on. That's not possible.
Ancient Runes is in the
same time as Divination.
You have to be in two
classes at once.
Don't be silly. How could anyone
be in two classes at once?
"Broaden your minds. Use your
Inner Eye to see the future." 
That's it. Come on, now. Come closer.
Less talking, if you don't mind.
I got a real treat for you today.
A great lesson. So follow me.
Right, you lot. Less chattering.
Form a group over there.
And open your books to page.
Exactly how do we do that?
Just stroke the spine, of course.
Goodness me. 
- Don't be such a wimp, Longbottom.
- I'm okay. Okay.
- I think they're funny.
- Oh, yeah. Terribly funny.
Witty. God, this place
has gone to the dogs.
Wait until Father hears Dumbledore's
got this oaf teaching classes.
Shut up, Malfoy.
Dementor! Dementor!
- Just ignore him.
- You're supposed to stroke it.
Yeah.
Isn't he beautiful?
Say hello to Buckbeak.
Hagrid, exactly what is that?
That, Ron, is a hippogriff.
First thing you wanna know
is they're very proud creatures.
Very easily offended.
You do not want to insult a hippogriff.
It may be the last thing you ever do.
Now, who'd like to come
and say hello?
Well done, Harry. Well done.
Come on now.
Now... you have to let him make the first
move. It's only polite. So... step up. Give him a nice bow.
 
 
Then you wait
and see if he bows back.
 
 
If he does, you can go and touch him.
If not... Well,
we'll get to that later.
Just make your bow.
Nice and low.
Back off, Harry. Back off.
Keep still.
Keep still.
Well done, Harry. Well done.
Here, you big brute, you.
Right. I think you can go
and pat him now.
Go on. Don't be shy.
Nice and slow, now.
Nice and slow. Slow.
Not so fast, Harry.
Slow down, Harry. That's it...
Nice and slow.
Now let him come to you.
Slowly, now, slowly, slowly...
That's it...
Yes!
Well done! Well done, Harry,
well done!
Does he get to fly? 
- I think he may let you ride him now.
- What?
- Come on.
- Hey, hey, hey!
Put you over here,
just behind the wing joint.
Don't pull out any of his feathers,
because he won't thank you for that.
Well done, Harry, and well done,
Buckbeak.
That was wicked, Harry!
Oh, please.
 
 
Well done, well done.
- How am I doing me first day?
- Brilliant, professor.
You're not dangerous at all, are you,
you great ugly brute!
Malfoy, no...
 
No!
Buckbeak!
 
 
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
 
 
Whoa! Buckbeak!
 
 
Away, you silly creature...
 
 
- It's killed me!
- Calm down. It's just a scratch!
 
Hagrid!
 
 
- He has to be taken to the hospital.
- I'm the teacher. I'll do it.
 
 
- You're gonna regret this.
- Class dismissed!
 
 
You and your bloody chicken!
Does it hurt terribly, Draco?
 
 
It comes and it goes.
Still, I consider myself lucky.
 
 
Madam Pomfrey said another minute
and I could've lost my arm.
 
 
- I can't do homework for weeks.
- Listen to the idiot.
 
 
- He's really laying it on thick, isn't he?
- At least Hagrid didn't get fired.
 
 
I hear Draco's father's furious.
We haven't heard the end of this.
 
 
- He's been sighted!
- Who?
 
 
Sirius Black!
 
 
Dufftown? That's not far from here.
 
 
You don't think he'd come
to Hogwarts, do you?
- With dementors at every entrance?
- Dementors?
 
 
He slipped past them once.
Who's to say he won't do it again?
 
 
That's right. Black could be anywhere.
It's like tryna catch smoke.
 
 
Like tryna catch smoke
with your bare hands.
 
 
Intriguing, isn't it?
 
 
Would anyone like to venture
a guess...
 
 
...as to what is inside?
 
 
- That's a boggart, that is.
- Very good, Mr. Thomas.
 
 
Now, can anybody tell me
what a boggart looks like?
 
- No one knows.
- When did she get here?
 
 
Boggarts are shape-shifters.
 
 
They take the shape of whatever
a person fears the most.
 
 
- That's what makes them so...
- So terrifying, yes, yes, yes...
 
 
Luckily, a very simple charm exists
to repel a boggart.
 
 
Let's practice it now.
Without wands, please.
 
 
After me. Riddikulus!
 
 
- Riddikulus!
- Very good.
 
 
A little louder and very clear.
Listen:
 
 
- Riddikulus!
- Riddikulus!
 
 
- This class is ridiculous.
- Very good.
 
 
So much for the easy part. You see,
the incantation alone is not enough.
 
 
What really finishes a boggart
is laughter.
 
 
You need to force it to assume
a shape you find truly amusing.
 
 
Let me explain. Neville,
would you join me, please?
 
 
Come on, don't be shy. Come on.
 
 
Come on.
 
 
Hello. Neville, what frightens you
most of all?
 
 
Professor Snape.
 
 
- Sorry?
- Professor Snape.
 
 
Professor Snape. Yes, frightens all.
 
 
- You live with your grandmother.
- I don't want it to turn into her, either.
 
 
No...
 
 
...it won't. I want you
to picture her clothes.
 
 
Only her clothes, very clearly,
in your mind.
 
 
- She carries a red handbag...
- We don't need to hear.
 
 
As long as you see it, we'll see it.
Now, when I open that wardrobe...
 
 
...here's what I want
you to do. Excuse me.
 
 
Imagine Professor Snape
in your grandmother's clothes.
 
 
Can you do that?
 
 
Yes. Wand at the ready.
 
 
One, two, three.
Think, Neville, think.
 
 
Riddikulus!
 
 
Wonderful, Neville, wonderful!
Incredible! Okay...
 
 
...to the back, Neville.
Everyone, form a line...
 
 
Form a line!
 
 
I want everyone to picture the thing
they fear the very most...
 
 
...and turn it into something funny.
 
 
Next! Ron!
 
 
Concentrate. Face your fear.
Be brave!
 
 
Wand at the ready, Ron.
 
 
Riddikulus!
 
 
Yes!
 
 
You see? Very good, very good!
 
 
Marvelous! Absolutely, very, very
enjoyable! Parvati! Next!
 
 
Show us what you see.
 
 
Keep your nerve. Steady.
 
 
Riddikulus!
 
 
And next! Step up, step up!
Wonderful, wonderful!
 
 
Here!
 
 
Riddikulus!
 
 
Right. Sorry about that.
That's enough for today.
 
 
Collect your books from the back.
 
That's the end of the lesson.
Thank you! Sorry!
 
 
Sorry, you can have too much
of a good thing.
 
 
Remember, these visits to Hogsmeade
village are a privilege.
 
Should your behavior reflect poorly
on the school...
 
 
...that privilege shall not
be extended again.
 
 
No permission form signed,
no visiting the village.
 
That's the rule, Potter.
 
 
Those with permission, follow me.
Those without, stay put.
 
 
I thought if you signed it,
then I could...
 
 
I can't. Only a parent
or a guardian can sign.
 
 
Since I am neither,
it would be inappropriate.
 
 
I'm sorry, Potter.
That's my final word.
 
 
Forget about it, guys. See you later.
 
Professor, can I ask you something?
 
 
You want to know why I stopped you
facing that boggart, yes?
 
 
I thought it'd be obvious.
 
 
I assumed it would take the shape
of Lord Voldemort.
 
 
I did think of Voldemort at first.
 
 
But then I remembered that night
on the train...
 
 
...and the dementor.
- I'm very impressed.
That suggests what you fear the most
is fear itself.
 
 
This is very wise.
 
 
Before I fainted...
 
 
...I heard something.
 
 
A woman...
 
 
...screaming.
 
 
Dementors force us to relive
our very worst memories.
 
 
Our pain becomes their power.
 
I think it was my mother...
 
 
...the night she was murdered.
 
 
The very first time I saw you, Harry,
I recognized you immediately.
 
 
Not by your scar, by your eyes.
 
 
They're your mother, Lily's.
 
 
Yes.
 
 
Oh, yes. I knew her.
 
 
Your mother was there for me
at a time when no one else was.
 
Not only was she
a singularly gifted witch...
 
 
...she was also
an uncommonly kind woman.
 
 
She had a way of seeing
the beauty in others...
 
 
...even, and most especially, when that
person could not see it in themselves.
 
 
And your father, James,
on the other hand...
 
 
...he...
 
 
He had a certain, shall we say,
talent for trouble.
 
 
A talent, rumor has it,
he passed on to you.
 
 
You're more like them
than you know, Harry.
 
 
In time, you'll come to see
just how much.
 
Honeyduke's Sweetshop is brilliant,
but nothing beats Zonko's Joke Shop.
 
 
We never got to go
to the Shrieking Shack.
 
 
- You heard it's the most...
- Haunted building in Britain. I know.
 
 
What's going on?
 
 
Probably Neville forgot
the password again.
 
 
- Hey.
- Oh, you're there.
 
 
Let me through, please.
Excuse me! I'm Head Boy!
 
 
Get back, all of you.
 
 
No one is to enter this dormitory
until it's been searched.
 
 
The Fat Lady! She's gone!
 
Serves her right.
She was a terrible singer.
 
 
It's not funny, Ron.
 
 
Keep calm, everyone. Break into fours.
Back to your common room.
 
 
- Be quiet.
- Make way.
 
 
- The headmaster's here.
- Come on, move.
 
 
You heard. Move!
 
 
Mr. Filch? Round up the ghosts.
 
 
Tell them to search every painting
in the castle to find the Fat Lady.
 
 
There's no need for ghosts, professor.
 
 
The Fat Lady's there.
 
 
Mind where you're going! Slow down!
 
 
You listen! I'm Head Boy!
 
 
- Come back here!
- Keep moving!
 
 
Dear lady, who did this to you?
 
 
Eyes like the devil, he's got,
and a soul as dark as his name.
 
It's him, headmaster.
The one they all talk about.
 
 
He's here, somewhere in the castle!
 
 
Sirius Black!
 
 
Secure the castle, Mr. Filch.
The rest of you, to the Great Hall.
 
 
I've searched the Astronomy Tower
and the Owlery. There's nothing there.
 
 
- Thank you.
- The third floor's clear too, sir.
 
 
- Very good.
- I've done the dungeons.
 
 
No sign of Black, nor anywhere else
in the castle.
 
 
I didn't really expect him to linger.
 
 
Remarkable feat, don't you think?
 
 
To enter Hogwarts Castle
on one's own...
 
 
...completely undetected?
- Quite remarkable, yes.
 
 
Any theories on how
he managed it?
 
 
Many. Each as unlikely as the next.
 
 
You may recall...
 
 
...prior to the start of term
I expressed concerns...
 
 
...about your appointment
of Professor...
 
 
Not a single professor inside this castle
would help Sirius Black enter it.
 
 
I'm quite convinced the castle is safe...
 
 
...and I'm more than willing to send
the students to their houses.
 
What about Potter?
Should he be warned?
 
 
Perhaps. But for now, let him sleep.
 
 
For in dreams, we enter a world
that's entirely our own.
 
 
Let them swim in the deepest ocean
or glide over the highest cloud.
 
 
Turn to page 394.
 
 
Excuse me, sir.
Where's Professor Lupin?
 
 
That's not really your concern,
is it, Potter?
Suffice it to say your professor
finds himself incapable of teaching...
 
 
...at the present time.
Turn to page 394.
 
 
"Werewolves"?
 
 
Sir, we just learned about red caps
and hinkypunks.
 
 
- We're not meant to start that for weeks.
- Quiet.
 
 
When did she come in?
Did you see her come in?
 
 
Now, which one of you
can tell me the difference...
 
 
...between an Animagus
and a werewolf?
 
 
No one?
 
 
- How disappointing.
- Please, sir.
 
 
An Animagus is a wizard
who elects to turn into an animal.
 
 
A werewolf has no choice.
 
 
With each full moon...
 
 
...he no longer remembers who he is.
He'd kill his best friend.
The werewolf only responds
to the call of its own kind.
 
 
Thank you, Mr. Malfoy.
That's the second time...
 
 
...you've spoken out of turn,
Miss Granger.
 
Are you incapable
of restraining yourself...
 
 
...or do you take pride
in being an insufferable know-it-all?
 
 
- He's got a point, you know.
- Five points from Gryffindor.
 
As an antidote to your ignorance,
and on my desk, by Monday morning...
 
 
...two rolls of parchment
on the werewolf, with emphasis...
 
 
...on recognizing it.
- It's Quidditch tomorrow.
 
 
Then I suggest you take extra care,
Mr. Potter.
 
 
Loss of limb will not excuse you.
 
 
Page 394.
 
 
The term "werewolf"...
 
 
...is a contraction
of the Anglo-Saxon word "wer"...
 
 
...which means "man," and "wolf."
Werewolf, man-wolf.
 
 
There are several ways
to become a werewolf.
 
They include being given the power
of shape-shifting...
 
 
...being bitten by a werewolf...
 
 
Go, Harry! Go, Harry!
 
 
Aresto momentum!
 
 
- He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?
- Peaky?
 
 
What do you expect?
He fell over 100 feet.
 
 
Let's walk you off a tower
and see what you look like.
 
 
Probably a right sight better
than he normally does.
 
 
- How are you feeling?
- Oh, brilliant.
 
 
You gave us a right good scare, there mate.
 
 
- What happened?
- Well, you fell off your broom.
 
 
Really? I meant the match. Who won?
 
 
No one blames you, Harry.
 
 
Dementors aren't supposed to be
on the grounds. Dumbledore's furious.
 
After he saved you,
he sent them off.
 
 
There's something else
you should know too.
 
 
When you fell, your broom sort of blew
into the Whomping Willow, and...
 
Well...
 
 
I'm sorry to hear
about your broomstick.
 
 
Is there no chance of fixing it?
 
 
No.
 
 
Professor, why do the dementors
affect me so?
- I mean, more than everyone else?
- Listen.
 
 
Dementors are the foulest creatures
to walk this earth.
 
 
They feed on every good feeling,
every happy memory...
 
 
...until a person is left with absolutely
nothing but his worst experiences.
 
 
You are not weak, Harry.
 
 
Dementors affect you most because
there are true horrors in your past.
 
 
Horrors your classmates
can scarcely imagine.
 
 
You have nothing to be ashamed of.
 
 
- I'm scared, professor.
- I'd consider you a fool if you weren't.
 
 
I need to know how to fight them.
You could teach me.
 
 
You made the one
on the train go away.
 
 
There was only one that night.
 
- But you made it go away.
- I don't pretend to be an expert, Harry.
 
 
But as the dementors seem
to have developed an interest in you...
 
 
...perhaps I should teach you.
But after the holidays.
 
 
For now, I need to rest.
 
 
Last call for Hogsmeade!
Come on, now!
 
 
- Guys, let me go.
- Clever, Harry.
 
 
- But not clever enough.
- We've got a better way.
- I'm trying to get to Hogsmeade.
- We know.
 
 
We'll get you there.
 
 
- We'll show you a quicker way.
- lf you pipe down.
 
 
- Bless him.
- Let me go! Come on, guys. Don't...
 
 
- Now, Harry.
- Come and join the big boys.
 
 
What are you doing?!
 
 
- What's this rubbish?
- "What's this rubbish?" he says.
 
 
- It's the secret to our success.
- It's a wrench giving it to you...
 
 
But we've decided
your needs are greater than ours.
 
 
George, if you will.
 
 
I solemnly swear
that I am up to no good.
 
 
"Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot
and Prongs...
 
 
...are proud to present
the Marauder's Map."
 
 
We owe them so much.
Hang on. This is Hogwarts.
And that...
 
 
- No. Is that really...?
- Dumbledore.
 
 
- In his study.
- Pacing.
 
 
Does that a lot.
 
 
- So this map shows...?
- Everyone.
 
 
- Where they are.
- What they're doing.
 
 
- Every minute.
- Every day.
 
 
- Brilliant! Where did you get it?
- From Filch's office.
 
- First year.
- There are seven secret passageways...
 
 
...out of the castle.
- We'd recommend this one.
 
 
- The One-Eyed Witch passageway.
- Leads you to Honeyduke's.
 
Hurry. Filch is heading this way.
 
 
And don't forget. When you're done,
just give it a tap and say:
 
 
"Mischief managed."
Otherwise, anyone can read it.
 
 
Now, how much do you want?
 
 
Delicious.
 
 
It's meant to be the most haunted
building in Britain. Did I mention that?
 
 
Twice.
Do you want to move a bit closer?
 
 
To the Shrieking Shack?
 
 
Actually, I'm fine here.
 
 
Well, well. Look who's here.
 
 
You two shopping for your new
dream home?
 
 
Bit grand for you, isn't it, Weasle-Bee?
Don't your family sleep in one room?
 
 
- Shut your mouth, Malfoy.
- Not very friendly.
 
Boys, I think it's time we teach
Weasle-Bee how to respect his superiors.
 
 
- Hope you don't mean yourself.
- How dare you talk to me!
 
 
You filthy little mudblood!
 
Who is that?
 
 
- Don't stand there! Do something!
- What?
 
 
What's up, Malfoy? Lost your skis?
 
 
Get out of the way!
 
 
Move!
 
Malfoy! Wait! Wait!
 
 
Harry!
 
 
Bloody hell, Harry.
That was not funny.
 
 
Those weasels! Never told me
about any Marauder's Map.
 
 
He won't keep it. He'll turn it over
to Professor McGonagall.
 
 
- Aren't you?
- Sure. Along with his Invisibility Cloak.
 
 
Look who it is. Madam Rosmerta.
 
 
- Ron fancies her.
- That's not true!
 
 
- Professor McGonagall!
- Cornelius!
 
 
Allow me, minister.
 
 
- Oh, Hagrid...
- Sorry about that.
 
 
Rosmerta, my dear.
I hope business is good.
 
 
It'd be a lot better if the Ministry
wasn't sending dementors...
 
 
...into my pub every other night!
- We have...
 
 
- We have a killer on the loose.
- Sirius Black in Hogsmeade!
 
 
And what would bring him here?
 
 
- Harry Potter.
- Harry Potter?
 
 
Come.
 
 
Harry!
 
- No underage wizards allowed in today!
- Shut the damn door!
 
 
- So rude.
- Thick heads.
 
 
- Thick heads?!
- How dare they!
 
 
- Who are they calling thick heads?
- Young whippersnappers!
 
 
Nobody will come to a pub where
they'll get scared out of their wits.
 
 
Professor Dumbledore doesn't want
dementors around the place.
 
 
Tell me what this is all about.
 
 
Years ago, when Harry Potter's parents
realized they were marked for death...
 
 
Remember? They hid.
Few knew where they were.
 
 
One who did was Sirius Black.
And he told You-Know-Who.
 
 
Not only did Black lead him
to the Potters that night...
 
 
...he also killed Peter Pettigrew!
 
 
- Peter Pettigrew?
- Little lump of a boy.
 
 
- Always trailing after Black.
- I remember.
 
 
Never let James and Sirius
out of his sight.
 
- What happened?
- Peter tried to warn the Potters...
 
 
...and might have, had he not
run into an old friend, Sirius Black.
 
 
Black was vicious.
He didn't kill Pettigrew.
 
He destroyed him!
 
 
A finger. That's all that was left.
A finger. Nothing else.
 
 
Sirius Black may not have
put his hands to the Potters...
 
 
...but he's the reason they're dead.
- He wants to finish things.
 
 
- I don't believe it.
- That's not the worst of it.
 
 
- What could be worse?
- This: Sirius Black was...
 
 
...and remains to this day...
 
 
...Harry Potter's godfather!
 
 
Ron, look!
 
 
- Sorry. Excuse me, excuse me.
- Merry Christmas.
 
 
Harry, what happened?
 
He was their friend...
 
 
...and he betrayed them.
 
 
He was their friend!
 
 
I hope he finds me.
 
 
Because when he does,
I'm gonna be ready!
When he does, I'm gonna kill him!
 
 
Harry.
 
 
There you are. You came.
 
 
Are you sure about this, Harry?
This is very advanced magic...
 
 
...well beyond the Ordinary
Wizarding Level.
 
 
I'm sure.
 
 
Well, everything's prepared.
 
 
The spell I'm going to teach you
is called the Patronus Charm.
 
Did you ever hear of it?
 
 
No? Well...
 
 
A Patronus is a positive force.
For the wizard who conjures one...
 
 
...it works like a shield, with the
dementor feeding on it rather than him.
 
 
But in order for it to work,
you need to think of a memory.
 
 
Not just any memory, a very happy
memory, a very powerful memory.
 
 
Can you do this?
Yes. Very well.
 
 
Close your eyes.
 
 
Concentrate.
 
 
Explore your past.
 
 
Do you have a memory?
 
 
Allow it to fill you up.
 
 
Lose yourself within it.
 
 
Then speak the incantation,
Expecto Patronum.
 
 
- Expecto Patronum.
- Very good.
 
 
Shall we? Wand at the ready.
 
 
Expecto Patronum!
 
 
Expecto... Expecto...
 
 
Expect...
 
 
Here we go. Come on.
Sit up. Deep breaths.
 
 
It's all right. I didn't expect you
to do it the first time.
 
 
That would have been remarkable.
Here, eat this. You'll feel better.
 
 
- That's one nasty dementor.
- Oh, no, no, no.
 
That was a boggart, Harry.
A boggart.
 
 
The real thing would be worse.
Much, much worse.
 
 
As a matter of interest,
what were you thinking?
 
 
- Which memory did you choose?
- The first time I rode a broom.
 
 
That's not good enough.
Not nearly good enough.
 
 
There's another.
It's not happy, exactly.
 
 
Well, it is.
 
 
It's the happiest I've ever felt...
 
 
...but it's complicated.
- Is it strong?
 
 
Then let's give it a try.
You feel ready?
 
 
Just do it.
 
Expecto Patronum!
 
 
Expecto Patronum!
 
 
Yes!
 
 
Well done, Harry. Well done!
 
 
- I think I've had enough for today.
- Yes. Sit down. Here.
Eat this, it helps. It really helps.
 
 
And just so you know, Harry...
 
 
...I think you'd have given your father
a run for his money. And that...
 
 
...is saying something.
 
 
I was thinking of him.
 
 
And Mum.
 
 
Seeing their faces.
 
 
They were talking to me.
 
 
Just talking.
 
That's the memory I chose.
 
 
I don't even know if it's real.
 
 
But it's the best I have.
 
 
- Beautiful day.
- Gorgeous.
 
 
Unless you've been ripped to pieces!
 
 
Ripped to pieces?
What are you talking about?
 
 
- Ronald has lost his rat.
- I haven't lost anything!
 
 
- Your cat killed him!
- Rubbish.
 
Harry, you've seen the way
that bloodthirsty beast of hers...
 
 
...is always lurking about.
And Scabbers is gone.
 
 
Well, maybe you should
take better care of your pets!
 
- Your cat killed him!
- Did not.
 
 
- Did.
- Didn't.
 
 
How did it go, Hagrid? The hearing?
 
 
Well, first off, the committee members
took turns...
 
 
...talking about why we were there.
 
 
I got up and did my piece.
Said how Buckbeak...
 
 
...was a good hippogriff,
always cleaned his feathers.
 
 
And then Lucius Malfoy got up.
Well, you can imagine.
 
 
He said Buckbeak was a deadly
and dangerous creature...
 
 
...who would kill you
as soon as look at you.
 
 
And then?
 
 
And then he asked for the worst,
did old Lucius.
 
 
- They're not sacking you!
- No, I'm not sacked.
 
 
Buckbeak's been sentenced to death!
 
Spiders! There's... There's spiders.
Spiders. They want me to tap-dance.
 
 
- I don't wanna tap-dance!
- You tell those spiders.
 
 
Right, yeah. Tell them. I'll tell them...
 
- Peter Pettigrew?
- Little lump of a boy.
 
 
- Always trailing after Sirius Black.
- Black was vicious.
 
 
He didn't kill Pettigrew,
he destroyed him!
 
 
- Put that light out!
- Sorry.
 
 
- Watch it there, boy.
- We're trying to sleep here!
 
 
Mischief managed. Nox.
 
 
Potter.
 
 
What are you doing
wandering the corridors at night?
 
 
I was sleepwalking.
 
 
How extraordinarily like your father
you are, Potter.
 
 
He, too, was exceedingly arrogant,
strutting about the castle.
 
 
My dad didn't strut. And nor do I.
 
 
Now, if you don't mind, I would
appreciate it if you could lower your wand.
 
 
Turn out your pockets.
 
Turn out your pockets!
 
 
What's this?
 
 
- Spare bit of parchment.
- Really? Open it.
 
 
Reveal your secrets.
 
 
Read it.
"Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot,
and Prongs...
 
 
...offer their compliments
to Professor Snape and..."
 
 
Go on.
 
 
"And request he keep his large nose
out of other people's business."
 
 
- You insolent little...
- Professor!
 
 
Well, well. Lupin.
 
 
Out for a little walk in the moonlight,
are we?
 
 
Harry, are you all right?
 
 
That remains to be seen.
 
 
I have now just confiscated
a rather curious artifact.
 
 
Take a look, Lupin.
Supposed to be your area of expertise.
 
- Clearly, it's full of dark magic.
- I seriously doubt it, Severus.
 
 
It looks as though it's a parchment
designed to insult anyone...
 
 
...who tries to read it.
I suspect it's a Zonko product.
 
 
Nevertheless, I shall investigate
any hidden qualities it may possess.
 
 
It is, after all, as you say,
my area of expertise.
 
 
Harry, would you come with me,
please? Professor, good night.
 
 
Are you deaf? Put that light out!
 
 
Come in.
 
 
I haven't the faintest idea how this map
came to be in your possession...
 
 
...but quite frankly, I am astounded
that you didn't hand it in.
 
 
Did it never occur to you that this,
in the hands of Sirius Black...
 
 
...is a map to you?
 
- No.
- No, sir.
 
 
Your father never set much store
by the rules either.
 
 
But he and your mother
gave their lives to save yours.
 
 
Gambling their sacrifice
by wandering the castle unprotected...
 
 
...with a killer on the loose
seems to me a poor way to repay them!
 
 
Now, I will not cover up for you again.
 
 
- Do you hear me?
- Yes, sir.
 
 
I want you to return to your dormitory
and stay there.
 
 
And don't take any detours.
If you do, I shall know.
 
 
Professor, just so you know,
I don't think that map always works.
 
 
Earlier, it showed someone in the castle.
Someone I know to be dead.
 
 
Oh, really? And who might that be?
 
 
Peter Pettigrew.
 
 
That's not possible.
 
 
It's just what I saw.
 
 
Good night, professor.
 
 
Broaden your minds.
You must look beyond.
 
The art of crystal gazing
is in the clearing of the Inner Eye.
 
 
Only then can you see. Try again.
 
 
Now, what do we have here?
 
 
Do you mind me trying?
 
The Grim, possibly.
 
 
My dear, from the first moment
you stepped foot in my class...
 
 
...I sensed that you did not possess
the proper spirit...
 
 
...for the noble art of Divination.
No, you see, there.
 
 
You may be young in years,
but your heart is as shriveled...
 
 
...as an old maid's, your soul
as dry as the pages of the books...
 
 
...to which you so desperately cleave.
Have I said something?
 
 
She's gone mental, Hermione has.
Not that she wasn't always mental...
 
 
...but now it's in the open
for everyone to see.
 
 
Hang on.
- We better take this back.
- I'm not going back.
 
 
- Fine. See you later.
- See you.
 
 
Harry Potter...
 
 
- Professor Trelawney...
- He will return tonight.
 
Sorry?
 
 
Tonight, he who betrayed his friends,
whose heart rots with murder...
 
 
...shall break free.
 
 
Innocent blood shall be spilt...
 
 
...and servant and master
shall be reunited once more.
 
 
I'm so sorry, dear boy.
Did you say something?
 
 
No.
 
 
Nothing.
 
I can't believe they're going to kill
Buckbeak. It's just too horrible.
 
 
- It just got worse.
- What did I say? Father said...
 
 
...I can keep the hippogriff's head.
I'll donate it to the Gryffindors' room.
 
 
This is going to be rich.
 
 
- Look who's here.
- Come to see the show?
 
 
You! You foul, loathsome,
evil little cockroach!
 
Hermione, no!
 
 
He's not worth it.
 
 
Malfoy, are you okay?
 
 
- Let's go. Quick.
- Not a word to anyone, understood?
 
 
- That felt good.
- Not good, brilliant.
 
 
Look at him. Loves the smell of the trees
when the wind blows through them.
 
 
Why don't we just set him free?
 
 
They'd know it was me,
and then Dumbledore...
 
 
...would get into trouble.
He's coming down, Dumbledore.
 
 
Says he wants to be with me
when they...
 
 
When it happens.
 
Great man, Dumbledore.
 
 
A great man.
 
 
- We'll stay with you too.
- You'll do no such thing!
 
 
Think I want you seein’
somethin’ like that? No.
 
You just drink your tea and be off.
Oh. Before you do, Ron...
 
 
Scabbers! You're alive!
 
 
- Keep a closer eye on your pet.
- I think you owe someone an apology.
 
Right. Next time I see Crookshanks,
I'll let him know.
 
 
I meant me!
 
 
Blimey. What was that?
 
 
Hagrid!
 
 
Oh, crikey.
 
 
No, minister. Over this way.
 
 
It's late. It's nearly dark.
You shouldn't be here.
 
 
Someone sees ya outside
this time of night, you'll be in trouble.
 
 
Particularly you, Harry.
With you in a moment!
 
 
Quick. Quick!
 
 
Hagrid.
 
 
- It'll be fine. It'll be okay.
- Go on, go on!
 
 
- That's ling you see over there...
- On the slope.
 
 
- On the slope... Ah, Hagrid.
- Professor Dumbledore.
 
 
- Good evening.
- Minister. Make your way through.
 
 
- Have a tea, if you like.
- No, Hagrid.
- Gentlemen.
- I'd like a cup of tea.
 
 
Well, I think we should get down
to our business, shall we?
 
 
Very well. It is the decision
of the Committee for the Disposal...
 
 
...of Dangerous Creatures
that the hippogriff Buckbeak...
 
 
...hereinafter called "the condemned,"
shall be executed this day at sundown.
 
 
- Dear, dear...
- Now, now, Hagrid. Now, come on.
 
 
- All right. It'll be all right.
- The execution shall dispatch...
 
 
What?
 
 
I thought I just saw...
 
 
- Never mind.
- Let's go!
 
Buckbeak didn't mean no harm.
 
 
Oh, no.
 
 
He bit me. Scabbers.
 
 
Ron. Ron!
 
 
- Ron!
- Scabbers, come back.
 
 
Wait!
- Scabbers, you bit me!
- Harry, you do realize what tree this is?
 
 
That's not good. Ron, run!
 
 
Harry, Hermione, run!
It's the Grim!
 
 
- Harry!
- Ron! Ron, wait!
 
 
Harry!
 
 
- Help!
- Ron!
 
 
- Ron. Ron.
- Ron!
 
 
Come on!
 
Move!
 
 
Duck!
 
 
Harry!
 
 
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Don't worry.
 
 
- Where do you suppose this goes?
- I have a hunch.
 
 
I just hope I'm wrong.
 
 
We're in the Shrieking Shack,
aren't we?
 
 
Come on.
 
 
Ron.
 
 
- Ron. You're okay.
- The dog. Where is it?
 
It's a trap. He's the dog.
He's an Animagus.
 
 
If you want to kill Harry,
you have to kill us too!
 
 
No. Only one will die tonight.
 
 
Then it'll be you!
 
Are you going to kill me, Harry?
 
 
Expelliarmus!
 
 
Well, well, Sirius.
Looking rather ragged, aren't we?
 
 
Finally, the flesh
reflects the madness within.
 
Well, you'd know all about
the madness within, wouldn't you?
 
 
- I found him.
- I know.
 
 
- He's here.
- I understand.
 
 
- Let's kill him!
- No! I trusted you!
And all this time,
you've been his friend.
 
 
He's a werewolf!
That's why he's been missing classes.
 
 
How long have you known?
 
 
- Since Professor Snape set the essay.
- Well, Hermione.
 
 
You are the brightest witch
of your age I've ever met.
 
 
Enough talk, Remus!
Come on, let's kill him!
 
 
- Wait!
- I did my waiting!
 
 
Twelve years of it!
 
 
In Azkaban!
 
 
Very well. Kill him.
 
 
But wait one more minute.
Harry has the right to know why.
 
 
I know why.
 
 
You betrayed my parents.
 
 
- You're the reason they're dead!
- No, it wasn't him.
 
 
Somebody did betray your parents...
 
 
...somebody who, until quite recently,
I believed to be dead!
 
 
- Who was it, then?
- Peter Pettigrew!
 
 
And he's in this room! Right now!
 
Come out, come out, Peter!
 
 
- Come out, come out and play!
- Expelliarmus!
 
 
Vengeance is sweet.
 
 
How I hoped I'd be the one
to catch you.
 
Severus...
 
 
I told Dumbledore you were helping an old
friend into the castle. And now, here’s the proof.
 
 
Brilliant, Snape.
 
 
Once again you put your keen and penetrating mind to the task
and, as usual come to the wrong conclusion.
 
 
Now, if you'll excuse us,
Remus and I have some unfinished business...
 
 
...to attend to.
- Give me a reason. I beg you!
 
 
- Severus, don’t be a fool.
- He can't help it. It's habit by now.
 
 
- Be quiet.
- Be quiet yourself, Remus!
 
 
Look at you two, quarreling
like an old married couple.
 
 
Why don’t you run along and play with
your chemistry set!
 
I could do it, you know.
 
 
But why deny the dementors?
They're so longing to see you.
 
 
Do I detect a flicker of fear?
Oh, yes.
 
 
A Dementor's Kiss. One can only
imagine what that must be like.
 
 
It's said to be nearly unbearable
to witness, but I'll do my best.
 
 
Severus, please.
 
 
After you.
 
Expelliarmus!
 
 
- Harry! What did you just do?
- You attacked a teacher!
 
 
- Tell me about Peter.
- He was at school with us.
 
 
We thought he was our friend!
- No. Pettigrew's dead. You killed him!
- No, he didn't.
 
 
I thought so too, until you mentioned
seeing Pettigrew on the map!
 
 
- The map was lying, then.
- The map never lies!
 
 
Pettigrew's alive!
And he's right there!
 
 
- Me?! He's mental!
- Not you! Your rat!
 
 
- Scabbers has been in my family for...
- Twelve years?
 
Curiously long life
for a common garden rat!
 
 
- He's missing a toe, isn't he?
- So what?
 
 
- All they could find of Pettigrew was his...
- Finger!
 
 
Dirty coward cut it off
so everyone would think he was dead!
 
 
- And then he transformed into a rat!
- Show me.
 
 
- Give it to him, Ron.
- What are you tryna do to him?
 
Scabbers!
 
 
Leave him alone! Get off him!
What are you doing?
[Pettigrew has turned back into a human before he could escape through the hole in the door]
 
Remus?
 
 
Sirius.
 
 
My old friends!
 
 
Harry! Look at you.
You look so much like your father.
 
 
- James. We were the best of friends...
- How dare you speak to Harry!
 
 
How dare you talk about James
in front of him!
 
- You sold James and Lily to Voldemort, didn’t you!
- I didn't mean to!
 
 
The Dark Lord. You have no idea
the weapons he possesses!
 
 
Ask yourself, Sirius!
What would you have done?
- What would you have done?
- I would have died, rather than betray my friends!
 
 
James wouldn't have wanted
me killed!
 
 
Your dad would have spared me!
He would have shown me mercy!
 
 
Should have realized, Peter. If Voldemort
didn't kill you, we would. Together!
 
 
No!
 
 
- Harry, this man...
- I know what he is.
 
But we'll take him to the castle.
 
 
- Bless you, boy. Bless you!
- Get off!
 
 
I said we'd take you to the castle.
 
 
After that,
the dementors can have you.
 
Sorry about the bite.
I reckon that twinges a bit.
 
 
A bit? A bit?
You almost tore my leg off!
 
 
I was going for the rat.
 
 
Normally, I have a very
sweet disposition as a dog.
 
 
More than once, James suggested
that I make the change permanent.
 
The tail I could live with.
But the fleas, they're murder.
 
Okay.
 
 
- You better go.
- No. Don't worry, okay?
 
 
It's fine. I'll stay.
 
 
You go, I'll stay.
 
 
- You okay?
- I'm fine. Go.
- That looks really painful.
- So painful.
 
 
They might chop it.
 
 
I'm sure Madam Pomfrey
will fix it in a heartbeat.
 
 
It's too late. It's ruined.
It'll have to be chopped off.
 
 
It's beautiful, isn't it?
 
 
I'll never forget the first time
I walked through those doors.
 
 
It'll be nice to do it again
as a free man. 
That was a noble thing
you did back there.
 
 
He doesn't deserve it.
 
 
I didn't think my dad
would have wanted his best friends...
 
 
...to become killers.
Besides, dead,
the truth dies with him.
 
 
Alive, you're free.
 
 
Turn me into a flobberworm.
Anything but the dementors!
 
 
Ron! Haven't I been a good pet?
You won't let them give me...
 
 
...to the dementors, will you?
I was your rat!
 
 
- Sweet, clever girl! Surely you won't...
- Get away from her!
 
 
I don't know if you know, Harry...
 
 
...but when you were born, James
and Lily made me your godfather.
 
 
I know.
 
 
I can understand if you choose
to stay with your aunt and uncle...
 
 
...but if you ever wanted
a different home...
 
 
What? Come and live with you?
 
 
It's just a thought.
I can understand if you don't want to.
Harry!
 
 
Remus, my old friend.
Have you taken your potion tonight?
 
 
You know the man you truly are, Remus!
This heart is where you truly live! Here!
This flesh is only flesh!
 
Expelliarmus!
 
 
Harry!
 
 
Remus! Remus!
 
 
Run! Run!
 
 
- Come on.
- Wait. Wait.
Hermione! Bad idea. Bad idea.
 
Professor?
 
 
Professor Lupin?
 
 
Nice doggy. Nice doggy!
 
 
There you are, Potter!
Sirius!
Come back here, Potter!
 
Sirius!
 
No. Sirius!
 
 
Expecto Patronum!
 
 
Harry?
 
 
I saw my dad.
 
What?
 
 
He sent the dementors away.
 
 
I saw him across the lake.
 
 
Harry, they've captured Sirius.
 
 
Any minute the dementors
are gonna perform the Kiss.
 
 
- They're gonna kill him?
- No. It's worse.
 
 
Much worse.
 
 
They're going to suck out his soul.
 
 
Headmaster, stop them.
 
 
- They've got the wrong man.
- It's true. Sirius is innocent.
 
 
- It's Scabbers who did it.
- Scabbers?
 
 
He's my rat, sir.
 
 
He's not really a rat. He was a rat.
He was my brother Percy's rat.
 
 
- But then they gave him an owl...
- The point is, we know the truth.
 
 
- Please believe us.
- I do, Miss Granger.
But the word of three 13-year-old
wizards will convince few others.
 
 
A child's voice,
however honest and true...
 
 
...is meaningless to those
who have forgotten how to listen.
Mysterious thing, time.
 
 
Powerful...
 
 
...and when meddled with,
dangerous.
 
 
Sirius Black is in the topmost
cell of the Dark Tower.
You know the laws, Miss Granger.
 
 
You must not be seen.
 
 
And you would do well, I feel,
to return before this last chime.
 
 
If not, the consequences
are too ghastly to discuss.
 
 
If you succeed tonight...
 
 
...more than one innocent life
may be spared.
 
 
Three turns should do it, I think.
 
 
Oh, and by the way.
 
 
When in doubt, I find retracing
my steps to be a wise place to begin.
 
 
Good luck.
 
 
What the bloody hell
was that all about?
Sorry, Ron, but seeing
as you can't walk...
 
 
What just happened?
 
 
- Where's Ron?
- 7:30.
 
 
Where were we at 7:30?
 
 
I don't know. Going to Hagrid's?
 
 
Come on. And we can't be seen.
 
 
Hermione!
 
 
Hermione! Hermione, wait.
 
 
Hermione, will you please tell me
what it is we're doing?
 
 
You foul, loathsome,
evil little cockroach!
 
 
That's us.
 
 
Hermione, no! He's not worth it.
 
 
This is not normal.
This is a Time-Turner, Harry.
 
 
McGonagall gave it to me first term.
 
 
This is how I've been getting
to my lessons all year.
 
 
- You mean we've gone back in time?
- Yes.
 
 
Dumbledore obviously wanted us
to return to this moment.
 
 
Clearly, something happened
he wants us to change.
 
 
Good punch.
Thanks.
 
 
Malfoy's coming.
 
 
- Run.
- Not a word to anyone, understood?
 
 
I'm gonna get that jumped-up
mudblood! Mark my words.
- That felt good.
- Not good, brilliant.
 
 
Come on. We should be at Hagrid's.
 
 
Look. Buckbeak's still alive.
 
 
Of course.
 
 
Remember what Dumbledore said?
 
 
If we succeed, more than one
innocent life could be spared.
 
 
Let's go.
 
 
Here they come. I'd better hurry.
 
 
Fudge has to see Buckbeak
before we steal him.
 
 
Otherwise, he'll think Hagrid
set him free.
 
 
Scabbers, you're alive!
 
 
- Keep a closer eye on your pets, Ron.
- That's Pettigrew.
 
 
- Harry, you can't.
- He betrayed my parents.
 
 
- You don't expect me to sit here.
- Yes, and you must!
 
 
Harry, you're in Hagrid's hut now.
If you go bursting in,
you'll think you've gone mad.
 
 
Awful things happen to wizards
who meddle with time.
 
 
We can't be seen.
 
 
Fudge is coming.
And we aren't leaving?
 
 
Why aren't we leaving?
 
[Hermione throws a shell-shaped rock into Hagrid’s hut which breaks a sand-filled jar]
 
Are you mad?
[She then picks up another rock and throws it into the hut hitting Hut Harry in the back of the head which past Harry feels]
 
That hurt.
 
 
Sorry.
 
 
We're coming out the back door. Go!
Is that really what my hair
looks like from the back?
 
 
What?
 
 
I thought I just saw...
 
 
- Never mind.
- Let's go.
 
Okay, go, Harry. Go!
 
 
Get away. Get off.
 
 
Minister, I really think
I should sign as well.
 
 
Yes, very well. Perhaps it would be...
 
 
Okay, Buckbeak. Come quickly.
Come with us now. Come on.
 
 
Keep trying. Come on. Quickly.
 
 
Buckbeak. Okay?
Quickly. Hurry up. Okay?
 
 
- Your name only.
- It's such a very long name...
 
 
Hurry up now, Buckbeak, okay?
 
 
Come on.
Come on, Buckbeak.
 
 
Come and get the nice dead ferret.
 
 
- Come on. It's here. Come on, Beaky.
- Here we are, minister. Follow me.
 
 
- Now, look there.
- Where?
 
 
- Look beyond the rocks.
- What am I supposed to see?
Professor Dippet had that ling
planted when he was headmaster.
 
 
- Oh, yes. Indeed, indeed.
- And all the strawberries.
 
 
- Come on, Buckbeak. Come on.
- I see no strawberries.
 
 
- Over there.
- Where?
 
 
- Over there.
- This way.
 
 
- Let's get this over, please.
- All right.
 
 
But where is it?
I saw the beast, just now.
 
 
- Not a moment ago!
- How extraordinary.
 
 
Buckbeak.
 
 
Come now, Dumbledore.
Someone's obviously released him.
- Hagrid?
- Buckbeak.
 
 
I don't think the minister's suggesting
you had anything to do with this.
 
 
How could you?
You've been with us all the time.
- Right.
- Well, well...
 
 
We must search the grounds.
 
 
Well, search the skies,
if you must, minister.
 
 
Meanwhile, I'd like a nice cup
of tea or a large brandy.
Oh, executioner, your services
are no longer required.
 
 
Thank you.
 
 
You'll find no small glasses
in this house, professor.
 
 
- Come on.
- This way.
This way, now.
 
 
- Now what?
- We save Sirius.
 
 
- How?
- No idea.
 
 
- Look. It's Lupin.
- Immobulus!
 
 
And Snape's coming.
And now we wait.
 
 
And now we wait.
 
 
- At least someone's enjoying himself.
- Yeah.
 
 
- Hermione?
- Yeah?
 
Before, down by the lake,
when I was with Sirius...
 
 
...I did see someone.
 
 
That someone
made the dementors go away.
 
 
With a Patronus.
I heard Snape telling Dumbledore.
 
 
According to him...
 
 
...only a really powerful wizard
could have conjured it.
 
 
It was my dad.
 
 
My dad conjured the Patronus.
 
 
- Harry, but your dad's...
- Dead. I know.
 
 
I'm just telling you what I saw.
 
 
Here we come.
 
 
You see Sirius talking to me there?
 
 
- He's asking me to come live with him.
- That's great.
 
 
When we free him, I'll never
have to go back to the Dursleys'.
 
 
It'll just be me and him. 
We could live in the country...
 
 
...someplace you can see the sky.
 
 
He'll like that after
all those years in Azkaban.
 
 
Harry!
 
Run!
 
 
Let's go.
 
 
- What are you doing?
- Saving your life.
 
 
Thanks.
 
 
- Great. Now he's coming for us.
- Yeah, I didn't think about that. Run!
That was so scary.
 
 
Poor Professor Lupin's
having a really tough night.
 
 
Sirius. Come on!
 
 
- This is horrible.
- Don't worry.
 
 
My dad will come.
He'll conjure the Patronus.
 
 
Any minute now.
 
 
Right there. You'll see.
 
 
Harry, listen to me.
No one's coming.
 
 
Don't worry, he will.
He will come.
 
 
- Sirius.
- You're dying...
 
 
...both of you.
 
 
Harry!
 
 
Expecto Patronum!
 
 
You were right, Hermione.
 
 
It wasn't my dad I saw earlier.
It was me!
 
 
I saw myself conjuring
the Patronus before.
 
 
I knew I could do it
this time because...
 
 
...well, I had already done it.
 
 
- Does that make sense?
- No.
 
 
But I don't like flying...!
 
 
Bombarda!
 
 
I'll be forever grateful for this... to both of you.
 
 
- I want to go with you.
- One day, perhaps.
 
 
For some time, my life
will be too unpredictable.
 
 
And besides...
 
 
...you're meant to be here.
- But you're innocent.
 
 
And you know it.
 
 
And for now, that will do.
 
 
I expect you're tired of hearing this...
 
 
...but you look so like your father.
 
 
Except your eyes.
 
 
- You have...
- My mother's eyes.
 
 
It's cruel that I spent so much time
with James and Lily, and you so little.
But know this:
 
 
The ones that love us
never really leave us.
 
 
And you can always find them... in here.
You really are the brightest
witch of your age.
We have to go.
- Well?
- He's free. We did it.
Did what?
Good night.
How did you get there?
I was talking to you there.
And now you're there.
- What's he talking about, Harry?
- I don't know.
Honestly, Ron. How can somebody
be in two places at once?
Hello, Harry.
I saw you coming.
 
I've looked worse, believe me.
- You've been sacked.
- No.
No. I resigned, actually.
Resigned? Why?
Well, it seems that somebody
let slip the nature of my condition.
This time tomorrow, the owls will start
arriving and parents will not want... well, someone like me
teaching their children.
- But Dumbledore...
- He has already... risked enough on my behalf.
Besides, people like me are...
Well, let's just say
that I'm used to it by now.
Why do you look so miserable, Harry?
 
None of it made any difference. 
- Pettigrew escaped.
- Didn't make any difference?
It made all the difference in the world.
You uncovered the truth.
You saved an innocent man
from a terrible fate.
It made a great deal of difference.
If I am proud of anything... it is of how much
you have learned this year.
Now, since I am no longer
your teacher... I feel no guilt whatsoever
about giving this back to you.
So now I'll say goodbye, Harry.
I feel sure we'll meet again sometime.
Until then... mischief managed.
Stand back, I said! Or I'll take it
upstairs if you don't settle.
Harry.
 
Wherever did you get it?
Can I have a go, Harry?
After you, of course.
- What are you talking about?
- Quiet.
 
Let the man through.
I didn't mean to open it, Harry.
It was badly wrapped.
They made me do it.
 
Fred & George: Did not.
 
- It's a Firebolt.
- It's the fastest broom in the world.
For me?
- But who sent it?
- No one knows.
This came with it.
 
- Go on, Harry!
- Yeah, let's see.
How fast is it, Harry?
Lumos.
I solemnly swear that I am
up to no good.
Mischief managed.
Nox.
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