Harry Potter and Deathly Hallows 1-1

Based on the novel by J.K.

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Daily Prophet very moving, sir.

Next to him, Fleur looks equally grim.

We ZOOM INTO a MOVING PHOTOGRAPH of the

Just then, a gang of YOUNG, ROUGH-LOOKING WIZARDS, led by their leader, SCABIOR, enter the Atrium, pushing along a small group of CAPTIVES.

But I say this to our citizenry: we, ever your servants, continue to defend your liberty and repel the forces that would seek to take it from you.

But I say this to our citizenry: we, ever your servants, continue to defend your liberty and repel the forces that would seek to take it from you.

Harry emerges from the tent, peers into the trees.

It is strangely beautiful and Hermione seems transfixed…

As the lift descends, he watches Hermione’s anxious face sink out of sight.

Darling, don’t be suspicious the biscuits taste so good, be grateful the company’s so clever…

SPEAKS, her VOICE barely a WHISPER:

Harry’s arm goes slack, his wand dropping…

Clutching the beaded bag, Hermione moves down the windswept street into the dying light.

I left it back at the Burrow –

He sees Hermione, beautiful in the amber dusk, standing a bit away, studying him.

Harry turns, sees Lupin standing behind, staring at Tonks with affection.

WEASLEY, aglow in the light of the kitchen, watching them with affection, as if committing them to memory.

The RADIO SPITS STATIC and he TILTS THE MIRROR so he can see Ron.

While not a member of the Order, Mr. Westinburgh and his wife had, on numerous occasions, provided shelter for its members…

While not a member of the Order, Mr. Westinburgh and his wife had, on numerous occasions, provided shelter for its members…

Scrimgeour gestures the trio to the sofa.

Ron studies his father’s weary face as the older man stares at his handiwork.

Harry glances down, watches the symbol of the Deathly Hallows dissolve like mercury, then looks up, sees Lovegood streak out the door.

Fractured in the prism of a diamond-paned window, Snape approaches.

DIVES, plummeting for the ground, trying desperately to shake them.

We PLUMMET THROUGH the shifting trees TO a narrow moonlit lane.

He snaps open the wire door and she flutters out, swoops down the hallway and soars out the open door.

Up a wide drive, to a pair of wrought iron gates.

A PEACOCK, white as a ghost, emerges from the yew.

Harry glances at Hermione, who is studying Ron warily.

As Harry ROARS in pain, the lenses of his GLASSES fracture.

A door looms at the end of a hallway.

Two dozen figures sit silently at a large ornate table, illuminated by the flickering light of a fireplace.

Harry walks the perimeter of the camp, looking up every so often to look at the ILLUMINATED TENT.

Hermione, swift as the wind, flickers through the trees as Scabior pursues her.

Revolving slowly near the ceiling, as if suspended by an invisible rope, is an unconscious WOMAN (CHARITY BURBAGE).

Revolving slowly near the ceiling, as if suspended by an invisible rope, is an unconscious WOMAN (CHARITY BURBAGE).

Harry eyes the unconscious Death Eater.

Snape, all except DRACO MALFOY, who nervously stares at the body above and a haggard LUCIUS MALFOY, who merely stares vaguely at his wand while his wife NARCISSA looks straight ahead.

The Balding Wizard hurries away, clearly frightened, as does ANOTHER WIZARD, merely at the sight of Harry.

He shakes his head, vaguely annoyed, then starts to move off again when a SONG comes CLEAR.

Narcissa in particular has been most hospitable.

Narcissa in particular has been most hospitable.

Lucius, on the other hand, is, I fear, burdened by my presence.

SNAPE – from the source we discussed.

Those closest to him believe we have infiltrated the Ministry.

As the Squat Man cackles wheezily, others join in.

PIUS THICKNESSE looks up, his gaze placid.

Spoken like a true politician.

Once there, it will be impractical to attack him.

We may have compromised the

As long as the Ministry stands, his allies within will have the means at their disposal to insure his safety.

With the whole wide world of earrelated humor at your disposal, you go for holey?

As long as the Ministry stands, his allies within will have the means at their disposal to insure his safety.

As inspiring as I find your bloodlust, Bellatrix, I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.

It has recently come to my attention that my wand and Potter’s share the same core.

Harry replaces the file, steps to the door and peers through.

I require your wand.

Lucius sits mute, paralyzed by the request, scanning the faces of the others, who avoid his gaze, all but Snape, who regards him with naked contempt and Draco, whose eyes meet his briefly, then glance away.

Lucius sits mute, paralyzed by the request, scanning the faces of the others, who avoid his gaze, all but Snape, who regards him with naked contempt and Draco, whose eyes meet his briefly, then glance away.

Lucius sits mute, paralyzed by the request, scanning the faces of the others, who avoid his gaze, all but Snape, who regards him with naked contempt and Draco, whose eyes meet his briefly, then glance away.

Finally Narcissa’s fingers lightly graze his wrist, summoning him back to the moment.

Finally Narcissa’s fingers lightly graze his wrist, summoning him back to the moment.

Point is, we have to use those means of transport the Trace can’t detect: brooms, thestrals and the like.

With a FLICK, the body awakens,

TWITCHING against its invisible bonds.

Her specialty was Muggle studies.

To her, the mixture of magical and Muggle blood is not an abomination but something to be encouraged.

To her, the mixture of magical and Muggle blood is not an abomination but something to be encouraged.

I, of course, take a contrary view.

But we’re all civilized here.

Snape, her voice hoarse with fear.

Snape’s face remains impassive.

Voldemort ponders the wand, satisfied.

Hermione dives aside and Harry covers his face as the curtains burst into flames and shards of glass shower the room in a rush of cold air.

Harry creeps closer, sees that they are pamphlets entitled, “MUDBLOODS and the

The house feels barren, desolate.

The house feels barren, desolate.

He steps back, grips the sword with both hands.

Harry grips Dudley’s hand, then watches his cousin turn and lope back across the lawn.

Completely, utterly, without question.

A TREMENDOUS ROAR murders the silence, the roar of a

Heavy DROPS of rain begin to PELT the canvas of the tent.

HERMIONE flings her arms around Harry.

Fancy this: You’re not you, so shut it and strip. (to Harry)

Yeah, he’s ruddy gorgeous.

Yeah, he’s ruddy gorgeous.

I thought you were looking after the Prime Minister, Kingsley.

That way if anyone’s out there waiting for us – and I reckon there will be – they won’t know which Harry Potter is the real one.

Yeah, imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as scrawny, specky gits forever.

Technically, I’ve been coerced. (turning to Harry and extending his hand)

Nip it, Mundungus!

The potion inside begins to spit forth smoke.

Just trying to defuse the tension.

He scowls as the potion trickles past his lips and seconds later, his features — like those of the others — begin to bubble like hot wax.

Despite the swelling, one intriguing feature can be seen.

As the transformation completes, seven Harry Potters stand in the tiny kitchen.

I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo.

Mad-Eye rummages in his pocket, pulls out a fistful of

More DEATH EATERS SWOOP from the sky, give chase.

Hagrid kicks the motorbike to life, lurches forward.

Sparks explode on the bike’s chassis and Hagrid HOWLS in fury.

They exchange a few more blasts when one narrowly misses Harry.

With an EAR-SHATTERING BLAST, the motorbike quivers and

FLAMES BELCH from the exhaust pipe.

Hagrid leans wildly from side to side, eluding the flashes of light from the Death Eaters’ wands.

The motorbike loops-the-loop and Harry dangles briefly, watching – upside down — as two Death Eaters fly smack into the lorry — before the motorbike comes round right side up, shoots out… 26 EXT.

Nagini’s massive body rolls over him, the Horcrux ticking feverishly against his chest.

Hermione and Ron hit him with TWIN STUNNING SPELLS.

Harry fires again and watches two others take evasive measures… unaware of the Death

Ron and Hermione hit the floor, ROPES of LIGHT ricochet off the windowsill.

Harry’s arm droops, his wand tip painting the room with dots of light as he sways, wincing as his scar stings.

Abruptly, Harry’s arm rises as if on a string, drawn up by the wand trembling in his hand.

A door opens in a crooked house.

If I tell you, I’d be betraying him.

Listen, I panicked that night, all right?

Fer medicinal purposes?

Harry and Ginny rush towards it just as Lupin materializes, cradling an unconscious “Harry,” clothes torn, head awash in BLOOD.

Harry and Ginny rush towards it just as Lupin materializes, cradling an unconscious “Harry,” clothes torn, head awash in BLOOD.

Harry takes in the surreal tableau, then watches “himself” transform into George, who bears the true damage.

Harry looks on miserably — anger and guilt clashing within him — when Lupin grabs a fistful of his shirt and hurls him against the wall.

What creature sat in the corner the first time that Harry Potter visited my office at Hogwarts!

Lupin releases Harry, turns back to the others.

I had to make sure you weren’t an imposter.

A blue glow glimmers against the window, where Hagrid stands.

As he transforms back into his own battle-weary self, he looks mildly abashed to be in such close proximity to Hermione.

As he transforms back into his own battle-weary self, he looks mildly abashed to be in such close proximity to Hermione.

Pathetic.

Talk in me sleep on occasion, I’ll admit, but there’s only Fang aroun’ ter hear an’ mostly it’s gibberish an’ besides

Talk in me sleep on occasion, I’ll admit, but there’s only Fang aroun’ ter hear an’ mostly it’s gibberish an’ besides

Harry stiffens, turns to meet Ron’s accusatory gaze, then continues on.

As Hagrid looks on, Arthur, Bill, Ron and Fred stand on its periphery, wands poised.

Harry stares at Ron — incensed by his cool demeanor and common sense.

Harry stares at Ron — incensed by his cool demeanor and common sense.

In the shadows, Ron lies on his back, staring gloomily at the pitched ceiling of the tent, listening to the RADIO’S

We HEAR FOOTSTEPS descend the stairs… then Harry’s blurry figure steps INTO FOCUS and takes the paper for a closer inspection.

They stand like this, utterly still, the moment fraught.

Hermione studies Harry’s angry profile.

Scrimgeour gestures the trio to the sofa.

Harry eyes Scrimgeour with thinly concealed contempt.

Don’t be coy, Mr. Potter.

How would you characterize your relationship?

How would you characterize your relationship?

‘Herein is set forth the Last Will and Testament of Albus Percival

First, to Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, a device of my own making, in the hope that — when things seem most dark — it will show him the light.’

I’m a purveyer of rare and wondrous objects –

Yeah, but imagine what a short wicked life you’d lead.

Beedle the Bard, in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive.’

Beedle the Bard, in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive.’

Scrimgeour reaches into the bag once again and retrieves a SMALL BOOK, its binding stained and peeling in places.

Quidditch match at Hogwarts, as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill.

Dumbledore left you a second bequest: The Sword of

It came to him in the Chamber of Secrets when he most needed it!

That does not make it that wizard’s property.

Far across the garden, Hagrid wends through the tables in his horrible hairy suit and presents a SLICE OF CAKE to a pleased OLYMPE MAXIME.

LUNA LOVEGOOD approaches in the company of a cross-eyed wizard (XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD) with shoulder-length white hair the texture of candy floss.

I was bitten by a garden gnome only moments ago.

Gnome saliva is enormously beneficial!

Lovegood’s eyes burn with righteousness, a TRIANGULAR EYE dangling from a chain around his neck.

They were surprisingly intimate.

When he did speak of his current activities his words would turn elliptical.

Well, he treasured you, Mr. Potter, I can attest to that.

I can also tell you that when a person passes, it’s only natural to rue the things left unsaid, to regret the question never asked.

WOMAN (O.S.) Don’t despair, Elphias.

I’m told he’s been thoroughly unriddled by

That woman is a vulture, Muriel, and you well know it.

I read your obituary, Elphias.

A monstrous betrayal.

A monstrous betrayal.

I can only conclude the rumors are true and that she has become untethered.

Well, I don’t suppose it’ll be a secret once the book comes out. (relishing the moment)

My god, boy, she’s only the most celebrated magical historian of the last century.

It was quite the scandal. (eyeing him)

As it plummets, it grows, gaining speed until it slices through the canopy, exploding in a burst of light.

As they vanish within the trees, Hermione finally swallows.

Harry scans the scattering crowd and meets Ginny’s eyes, as she gets buffeted about.

Harry turns, sees Hermione glancing about frantically.

Arthur, Fred and George wield their wands.

He takes one last desperate look at Ginny as he is thrown up and back in a WHIRLWIND and all goes BLACK.

As they take refuge in the shadows, Hermione begins to rummage through her TINY BEADED PURSE.

From the purse, Hermione extracts — in quick succession — two pairs of jeans, T-shirts, and a pair of light overcoats.

From the purse, Hermione extracts — in quick succession — two pairs of jeans, T-shirts, and a pair of light overcoats.

It probably just snuck up here from Experimental Charms.

Leaky Cauldron?

I’ve had the essentials packed for days.

Hermione gives him a withering glance.

Stupefy!

I recognize him from the wanted posters.

The trio move quickly, glancing about, paranoid.

It’s Dumbledore, but a ghostly, worm-eaten Dumbledore, a corpse come to life, with empty eye sockets and sunken face.

Harry passes one gleaming door after anther, glancing down purple-carpeted corridors that stretch into nothingness.

It’s a spell to reveal human presence.

This room, like the others, has been ransacked.