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RON
C’mon, Harry. We’ve got a game to win.
CLOSE UP - QUAFFLE, as it ROCKETS into the AIR…
60 EXT. QUIDDITCH PITCH - DAY
Instantly, Slytherin snatches the Quaffle and rushes en masse toward Gryffindor’s end, weaving and passing with wicked skill, culminating in a vicious, slicing shot on goal. Just when it appears it will clear the hoop, Ron streaks out of nowhere and sends the Quaffle screaming in
the opposite direction. Ginny pauses on her broom, stunned.
GINNY
What’s gotten into him?
She glances up at Harry, circling high above and he grins. Just then, Dean streaks by:
DEAN
Ginny! Let’s go!
Instantly, she rolls backwards, jets off and races down her fellow Chasers. Flying in spread formation, Dean–on the far wing–starts the Quaffle “up the line” until it lands in Ginny’s hand. Pitching herself into a wide slide to avoid a PAIR of WHISTLING BLUDGERS, she leans recklessly off her broom and whips the Quaffle through the goal untouched.
As the CROWD SCREAMS, Harry eyes the Gryffindor section, where Luna’s LION HAT ROARS, Lavender CLAPS for Ron and Hermione sits with her arms crossed, a look of supreme annoyance on her face. Harry grins, jets off.
61 INT. GRYFFINDOR COMMOM ROOM - NIGHT
The room teems with students celebrating Gryffindor’s victory. It feels like Mardi Gras. Or a mosh pit. Or a riot. And Ron is right smack in the middle of it.
CROWD
Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!
Harry takes his backslaps on the periphery, smiling as he sips a Butterbeer and enjoys Ron’s turn in the spotlight.
HERMIONE
Ron seems to be enjoying himself.
HARRY
Yep. Apparently it’s his lucky
day.
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***Here is the fight surrounding The Burrow. (It’s been posted before)
Without hesitation, she races for the reeds.
84 EXT. REEDS (SURROUNDING BURROW) - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT
Harry careens through the marsh, reeds flashing past, then spies Bellatrix. She GRINS, looking like a crazed wood nymph, then flits off, her LAUGHTER mocking him. As he pursues, FIRE SNAKES through the reeds toward him.
NEW ANGLE
Fred, George, Ron and Arthur fan out, running full-out, their feet kicking up SPARKS as SHADOWS splinter throughout the reeds. It’s like chasing ghosts.
NEW ANGLE(S)
Ginny, copper hair gleaming, races through the reeds.
Bellatrix leads Harry on, grinning madly.
Ginny comes dashing to a halt, chest heaving as she peers into the smoking marsh. A HUGE FIGURE QUIVERS through a veil of smoke. Ginny’s eyes SHIFT, see Bellatrix racing forward through the reeds, then SHIFT back as the veil of smoke evaporates, reveals…Greyback. Bellatrix makes an
ODD, CLICKING noise–like a signal–and Greyback edges forward, sweeping away the reeds in front of him and revealing…
…Harry as he pelts forward.
GINNY
No, Harry! It’s a trap!
Harry falters, looking toward Ginny’s voice and spies Greyback. Bellatrix stops dead, wheels in her tracks and, seeing Ginny, SHRIEKS with RAGE. Raising her wand, she fires a BOLT of RED LIGHT which explodes in a SHOWER of SPARKS around Ginny. Ginny fires back, then wheels away, flashing through the reeds coming face to face with…
Greyback, sharp teeth glittering.
GREYBACK
Don’t you smell clean.
Just then, a BOLT OF BLUE bursts off Greyback’s back and he turns, sees Harry standing several yards off. As Greyback gives chase, Ginny pelts after and we CUT back and forth between Harry, Ginny and the beast between them, faster and faster, their BREATHS shortening until…
Greyback rushes into a clearing, panting, glancing about.
Just then, TWIN BOLTS of light blast from opposite sides of the clearing and Greyback is lifted in the air, slammed to the ground. As he regains his feet he looks into the reeds and sees Harry and Ginny, wands poised. He grins…when Bellatrix’s odd, CLICKING signal carries through the night once again. Turning away, he exits.
Harry and Ginny slowly step out of the reeds, stare at each other wordlessly. Then…Ron, Fred, George, Arthur and Lupin come thrashing into the clearing, stop. All around them, the reeds SMOKE, the flames dying. Across the marsh, Bellatrix’s cackle rises briefly on the air–then all is quiet.
HERMIONE (O.S.)
You’re lucky you weren’t killed.
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Harry mentioning Draco and the Vanishing Cabinet.
85 INT. CORRIDOR/HOGWARTS CASTLE - SAME TIME - DAY
Hermione reads the Daily Prophet as she walks alongside Harry. The HEADLINE is GLOOMY: MORE DISAPPEARANCES.
HERMIONE
You have to realize who you are, Harry.
HARRY
(sharply) I know who I am, Hermione, alright? (frowning) Sorry.
HERMIONE
So tell me what Arthur said.
HARRY
If Dumbledore’s traveling places, it’s news to the Ministry. But get this: that night at Borgin & Burkes? It seems Draco was looking at a Vanishing Cabinet.
HERMIONE
What would Draco want with a Vanishing Cabinet?
HARRY
You tell me.
Hermione frowns, pondering this. Then:
HERMIONE
He looks different, don’t you think? Draco. Almost…ill.
HARRY
Who could tell the difference?
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***Here is a scene with Harry and Dumbledore when they go into Slughorns memory, the one where he doesn’t tell Tom about Horcruxes.
LAVENDER BROWN
That’s my Won-Won.
HERMIONE
Excuse me, I have to go vomit.
As Hermione exits, Harry spies Ginny, in an alcove, sitting by as Dean laughs with SEAMUS. Looking up, she sees Harry, gives a feeble wave. He waves back and we CUT TO:
86 INT. DUMBLEDORE’S OFFICE - NIGHT
HARRY’S FACE PLUNGING INTO WATER, BREAKING THE SURFACE…
87 INT. SLUGHORN’S OFFICE/YEARS PAST - NIGHT
We emerge from the CRACKLING EMBERS of a FIREPLACE. A much younger–and more smartly dressed–Slughorn probes a dish of CRYSTALLIZED PINEAPPLE as he holds court before 16-YEAR-
OLD TOM RIDDLE and five other BOYS. The CRYSTAL HOURGLASS sits on a side table.
TOM RIDDLE
Sir, is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring?
Slughorn chuckles, wags a sugar-encrusted finger at Riddle.
SLUGHORN
Now, Tom, I couldn’t tell you if I knew, could I? I must say, m’boy, I’d like to know where you
get your information. More knowledgable than half the staff, you are. (as the other boys laugh)
By the way, thank you for the pineapple–you’re quite right, it is my favourite–how is it you
knew?
TOM RIDDLE
Intuition.
Riddle smiles but his expression suggests intuition had nothing to do with it. Slughorn chuckles uneasily.
SLUGHORN
Good gracious, look at the time. Off you go, boys, or Professor Dippett will have us all in
detention. Lestrange, Avery, don’t forget your essays…
As the others file out, Slughorn busies himself with some papers when–Ping!–he turns, finds Riddle still there, standing by the crystal hourglass.
SLUGHORN
Look sharp, Tom. You don’t want to be caught out of bed after hours…
TOM RIDDLE
I know a secret shortcut or two.
SLUGHORN
Yes, I imagine you do. Something on your mind, Tom?
TOM RIDDLE
Yes sir. I couldn’t think of anyone else to go to. The other Professors, well, they’re not
like you. They might…misunderstand.
SLUGHORN
Go on.
Riddle slips off the RING on his left hand, begins to roll it between his fingers. It is set with a BLACK STONE.
TOM RIDDLE
I was in the library the other night, in the Restricted section, and I read something rather odd, about a bit of rare magic, and I thought perhaps you could illuminate me…
Suddenly a DENSE FOG engulfs the room and SLUGHORN’S VOICE twists into an ANGRY SHRIEK:
SLUGHORN
I don’t know anything about such things and I wouldn’t tell you if I did! Now get out of here at
once and don’t ever let me catch you mentioning it again!
The FOG grows thicker and…
88 INT. DUMBLEDORE’S OFFICE - NIGHT
…CAMERA emerges from the swirling Pensieve. Harry blinks, finds Dumbledore studying him from across the room.
DUMBLEDORE
Confused? I would be surprised if you weren’t.
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***Here is the scene where Slughorn tells Tom about Horcruxes. This is the last part of the script I have.
DUMBLEDORE
How is he? Horace?
Harry shrugs. Dumbledore nods, then tips his hand. A LONG strand hangs suspended like glass. A pearl forms…and as it hangs…Harry’s eyes shift, notice a DRAWING on Dumbledore’s desk, one of Tom Riddle’s drawings seen at the orphanage, of the CAVE and the distinct OUTCROPPING.
Then…the pearl drops.
116 INT. SLUGHORN’S OFFICE/YEARS PAST - NIGHT
As before. The CRACKLING EMBERS of the FIRE. Slughorn, a circle of six. Riddle commanding the room.
TOM RIDDLE
Sir, is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring?
Slughorn chuckles, wags a sugar-encrusted finger at Riddle.
SLUGHORN
Now, Tom, I couldn’t tell you if I knew, could I? I must say, m’boy, I’d like to know where you
get your informatoion. More knowledgable than half the staff, you are. (as the other boys laugh)
By the way, thank you for the pineapple–you’re quite right, it is my favourite–how is it you
knew?
TOM RIDDLE
Intuition.
Riddle smiles but his expression suggests intuition had nothing to do with it. Slughorn chuckles uneasily.
SLUGHORN
Good gracious, look at the time. Off you go, boys, or Professor Dippett will have us all in
detention. Lestrange, Avery, don’t forget your essays…
As the others file out, Slughorn busies himself with some papers when–Ping!–he turns, finds Riddle still there, standing by the crystal hourglass.
SLUGHORN
Look sharp, Tom. You don’t want to be caught out of bed after hours…
TOM RIDDLE
I know a secret shortcut or two.
SLUGHORN
Yes, I imagine you do. Something on your mind, Tom?
TOM RIDDLE
Yes sir. I couldn’t think of anyone else to go to. The other Professors, well, they’re not like you. They might…misunderstand.
SLUGHORN
Go on.
Riddle slips off the RING on his left hand, begins to roll it between his fingers. It is set with a BLACK STONE.
TOM RIDDLE
I was in the library the other night, in the Restricted section, and I read something rather odd, about a bit of rare magic, and I thought perhaps you could illuminate me. It’s called, as I
understand it…a Horcrux.
Slughorn’s weak smile evaporates altogether.
SLUGHORN
Excuse me?
TOM RIDDLE
Horcrux. I came across the term while reading and I didn’t fully understand it.
SLUGHORN
I’m not sure what you were reading, Tom, but that’s very Dark stuff, very Dark indeed.
TOM RIDDLE
Yes sir. Which is why I came to you. I mean no disrespect to the rest of the staff, but I thought if anyone could tell me…it would be you.
Slughorn frowns, clearly disturbed, then speaks quietly.
SLUGHORN
A horcrux is an object in which a person has concealed part of their soul.
TOM RIDDLE
Yes, I thought it might be something like that. But I don’t understand how that works, sir.
SLUGHORN
One splits one’s soul and hides part of it in an object. By doing so, you are protected should you be attacked and your body destroyed.
TOM RIDDLE
Protected?
SLUGHORN
That part of your soul that was hidden, lives on. In other words, you cannot die.
Riddle nods and TURNS AWAY, staring at himself in the MIRROR on the wall opposite. A hint of RED glints in his eyes.
TOM RIDDLE
How does one split his soul, sir?
SLUGHORN
I think you can guess the answer to that, Tom.
TOM RIDDLE
Murder.
SLUGHORN
Yes. Killing rips the soul apart. It is a violation against nature. After, one is never the same.
TOM RIDDLE
Out of curiosity, sir–can you only split your soul once? For instance, isn’t seven the most
powerfully magical number–
SLUGHORN
Seven! Merlin’s beard, Tom! Isn’t it bad enough to think of killing one person? To rip the soul into seven pieces…(stopping; worried) This is all hypothetical, isn’t it, Tom? All academic…
TOM RIDDLE
Of course, sir. And I promise I’ll not speak of our converstaion. It’ll be our little secret…
Riddle reaches out then and pinches the FLAME of a candle, killing it. As SMOKE RISES, we DISSOLVE into…
117 INT. DUMBLEDORE’S OFFICE - SAME TIME - NIGHT
…the surface of the Pensieve, where Riddle quivers. We RACK FOCUS and Dumbledore’s troubled face bleeds through Riddle’s.
HARRY
Sir–
Dumbledore holds up his withered hand, silencing him, turns away. Harry studies him, waiting, the hush palpable.
DUMBLEDORE
(haunted)
This is beyond anything I imagined. In my life I have seen things that are unimaginably
horrific. I know now…you will see worse.
Dumbledore looks off, his eyes distant. Harry watches him intently, as do the HEADMASTERS in their frames above. Finally, tentatively, Harry speaks.
HARRY
Do you mean to say he succeeded, sir? In making a Horcrux?
DUMBLEDORE
Oh he succeeded. And not just once. Think, Harry. He’s just told us.
HARRY
Seven. He made seven–the most powerfully magical number. But…what are they exactly?
DUMBLEDORE
They can be anything. The most commonplace of objects. A ring, for example. Or a book…
Dumbledore slides open a drawer, removes the RING and Tom Riddle’s battered DIARY.
HARRY
Tom Riddle’s diary–
DUMBLEDORE
It’s a Horcrux, yes. Four years ago, when you saved Ginny Weasley’s life in the Chamber of
Secrets, when you brought me this– (holding up the diary) I knew. This was a different kind
of magic. Very dark. Very powerful. But until tonight I had no idea just how powerful…
HARRY
And the ring…?
DUMBLEDORE
Belonged to Voldemort’s mother. It was difficult to find and…(raising his damaged hand) …even more difficult to destroy.
HARRY
But if you could find them all. If you did destroy each Horcrux…
DUMBLEDORE
One destroys Voldemort.
Harry begins to reach out for the ring…
HARRY
But how would you find them? They could be hidden anywhere, couldn’t they…
DUMBLEDORE
True. But magic, especially Dark magic…
Just then, as the flesh of Harry’s fingers make contact with the ring, IMAGES FLASH by in DIZZYING succession: VOLDEMORT’S FACE, twisted in pain. A DERELICT HOUSE, deep in a haunted clearing. An ANCIENT CUP, gleaming as it tumbles from an old woman’s hand. A SNAKE (NAGINI)
slithering through damp grass. Dumbledore slipping the ring onto his finger, recoiling as his skin decays…
DUMBLEDORE (CONT’D)
…leaves traces.
Harry’s clenched hand SPASMS, RELEASES. The ring skitters across Dumbledore’s desk and Harry brings a hand to his chest, a look of bewilderment on his face. Dumbledore watches the ring spin down, then glances at Harry and slowly extends his own hand, lightly touching the center of
Harry’s chest with the tips of two ashen fingers, as if reading braille, as if he can somehow “see” into Harry’s heart. Trepidation–and recognition–flicker over his face. He looks up, meets Harry’s eyes.
HARRY
It’s where you’ve been going, isn’t it, sir? When you leave the school.
Harry’s eyes drift once again to the postcard on the desk. Dumbledore withdraws his hand, nodding, still studying Harry oddly, his voice, when it comes, distant.
DUMBLEDORE
Yes. I think…perhaps…I may have found another. But this time I cannot hope to destroy it
alone.
Harry peers into Dumbledore’s eyes. Dumbledore nods.
DUMBLEDORE
Once again, I shall ask too much of you.
118 INT./EXT. GARGOYLE CORRIDOR - LATE DAY
Harry stands at a window, looking out. He brings his fingers to his chest again when…Hermione comes up behind him.
HERMIONE
Harry. It’s time.
119 INT./EXT. COURTYARD - MOMENTS LATER - LATE DAY
Harry, Hermione and Ron walk.
HARRY
Hermione, is the Room of Requirement unplottable?
HERMIONE
If one wants it to be. Why?
HARRY
It would explain why I thought Malfoy was leaving the castle when he disappeared off the Map.
He was going to the Room of Requirement.
HERMIONE
Of course, and that explains the Vanishing Cabinet as well!
it could have come out near my birthday 
can’t wait 