...makes me wonder whether, if he'd known it....
Cedric... Cedric did know this stuff.
He was really good.
It's just, Voldemort was better.
You're a really good teacher, Harry.
I've never been able to stun anything before.
Mistletoe.
Probably full of Nargles, though.
What are Nargles?
I've no idea.
Well, how was it?
Wet.
I mean, she was sort of crying.
That bad at it, are you?
I'm sure Harry's kissing was more than satisfactory.
Cho spends half her time crying these days.
You'd think a bit of snogging would cheer her up.
Don't you understand how she must be feeling?
Well, obviously she's feeling sad about Cedric...
...and confused about liking Harry and guilty about kissing him...
...conflicted because Umbridge might sack her mum from the Ministry...
...and frightened of failing her OWLs because she's worrying about everything else.
One person couldn't feel all that. They'd explode.
Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon....
Harry.
Voldemort may be after something.
Something he didn 't have last time.
Harry.
In the dream, were you standing next to the victim...
...or looking down at the scene?
Neither. It was like l....
Will you please just tell me what's happening?
Everard, Arthur's on guard duty tonight.
Make sure he's found by the right people.
-Sir. -Phineas.
You must go to your portrait at Grimmauld Place.
Tell them that Arthur Weasley is gravely injured...
...and his children will be arriving there soon by Portkey.
They've got him, Albus. It was close, but they think he'll make it.
What's more, the Dark Lord failed to acquire it.
Oh, thank goodness. Next we need to--
Look at me!
What's happening to me?
You wished to see me, headmaster?
Oh, Severus. I'm afraid we can't wait. Not even till the morning.
Otherwise, we'll all be vulnerable.
It appears there's a connection...
...between the Dark Lord's mind and your own.
Whether he is, as yet, aware of this connection is, for the moment, unclear.
Pray he remains ignorant.
You mean, if he knows about it, then...
-...he'll be able to read my mind? -Read it, control it...
...unhinge it.
In the past, it was often the Dark Lord's pleasure...
...to invade the minds of his victims...
...creating visions designed to torture them into madness.
Only after extracting the last exquisite ounce of agony...
...only when he had them literally begging for death, would he finally...
...kill them.
Used properly, the power of Occlumency...
...will help shield you from access or influence.
In these lessons, I will attempt to penetrate your mind.
You will attempt to resist.
Prepare yourself.
Legilimens.
Concentrate, Potter. Focus.
Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas.
Here we go.
Daddy's back.
Sit down, everybody, sit down. That's it. Now, presents.
-And a nice big box for Ron. -Big box for you. And....
Fred and George. Come on, open up.
-I want to see your faces. -Yes.
-Try it on. -Thanks, Mum. It's perfect.
-Just what he wanted, actually. -Yeah. Right. Thanks, Mum.
Come on, then, everybody. Let's clear this away.
Oh, Harry, Harry.
There you are.
-Happy Christmas. -Thank you.
-Lovely to have you with us. -Thank you.
Now, Daddy. Pass that to Daddy.
-Thank you. -Has everybody got?
Fred? George?
-Hermione. -A Christmas toast.
To Mr. Harry Potter...
...without whom I would not be here.
-Harry. -Harry.
Harry.
That is delicious. I shall be needing some more of that.
Daddy, don't forget last Christmas.
I can't understand why you don't want to wear it, Ronald.
I look like a bloody idiot, that's why.
No more than usual, Ron.
I don't know why....
Nasty brat, standing there as bold as brass.
Harry Potter, the boy who stopped the Dark Lord.
Friend of Mudbloods and blood-traitors alike.
-lf my poor mistress only knew.... -Kreacher!
That's enough of your bile. Away with you!
Of course, master.
Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black.
Sorry about that.
He never was very pleasant, even when I was a boy.
Not to me, anyway.
What, you grew up here?
This is my parents' house.
I offered it to Dumbledore as headquarters for the Order.
About the only useful thing I've been able to do.
This is the Black family tree.
My deranged cousin.
I hated the lot of them.
My parents with their pure-blood mania.
My mother did that after I ran away.
Charming woman.
I was 1 6.
Where did you go?
Round your dad's.
I was always welcome at the Potters'.
I see him so much in you, Harry.
You are so very much alike.
I'm not so sure.
Sirius, when I was....
When I saw Mr. Weasley attacked, I wasn't just watching.
I was the snake.
And afterwards, in Dumbledore's office...
...there was a moment when I wanted to--
This connection between me and Voldemort.
What if the reason for it is that I am becoming more like him?
I just feel so angry all the time.
And what if, after everything that I've been through...
...something's gone wrong inside me? What if I'm becoming bad?
I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry.
You're not a bad person.
You're a very good person who bad things have happened to.
You understand?
Besides, the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters.
We've all got both light and dark inside of us.
What matters is the part we choose to act on.
That's who we really are.
Harry, time to go.
When all this is over, we'll be a proper family.
You'll see.
Come on.
Really?
Harry. Harry.
Hagrid's back.
I'm sorry.
I will say this one last time.
I'm ordering you to tell me where you've been.
I told you. I've been away for me health.
-Your health? -Yeah. Bit of fresh air, you know.
Oh, yes. As gamekeeper, fresh air must be difficult to come by.
If I were you, I shouldn't get too used to being back.
In fact, I mightn't bother unpacking at all.
This is top-secret, right?
Dumbledore sent me to parley with the giants.
Giants?
You found them?
Well, they're not that hard to find, to be perfectly honest. They're so big, see?
I tried to convince them to join the cause.
But I wasn't the only one that was trying to win them over.
-Death Eaters? -Yes.
Trying to persuade them to join You-Know-Who.
-Did they? -I gave them Dumbledore's message.
Suppose some of them remember he was friendly to them. I suppose.
And they did this to you?
Not exactly, no.
Oh, go on, you have it, then, you dozy dog.
It's changing out there.
Just like last time.
There's a storm coming, Harry.
We'd all best be ready when she does.
We have confirmed that 10 high-security prisoners...
...in the early hours of yesterday evening did escape.
And of course, the Muggle prime minister has been alerted to the danger.
We strongly suspect...
...that the breakout was engineered...
... by a man with personal experience in escaping from Azkaban...
...notorious mass murderer Sirius Black...
...cousin of escapee Bellatrix Lestrange.
Dumbledore warned Fudge this could happen.
He's gonna get us all killed just because he can't face the truth.
Harry.
I wanted to apologize.
Now even me mum says the Prophet's version of things don't add up.
So, what I'm really trying to say is that I believe you.
Neville?
Fourteen years ago...
...a Death Eater named Bellatrix Lestrange...
...used a Cruciatus Curse on my parents.
She tortured them for information...
...but they never gave in.
I'm quite proud to be their son.
But I'm not sure I'm ready for everyone to know just yet.
We're gonna make them proud, Neville. That's a promise.
Make it a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember.
Allow it to fill you up. Keep trying, Seamus.
George, your turn now.
Expecto Patronum.
A full-bodied Patronus is the most difficult to produce...
...but shield forms can also be equally useful against a variety of opponents.
Wow, that was really good.
Fantastic, Ginny.
Just remember, your Patronus can only protect you for as long as you stay focused.
So focus, Luna.
Think of the happiest thing you can.
Expecto Patronum.
-I'm trying. -I know. It's good.
This is really advanced stuff, guys. You're doing so well.
Expecto Patronum.
I'll make short work of this.
Bombarda Maxima.
Get them.
Been watching them for weeks.
And see, " Dumbledore's Army"...
...proof of what I've been telling you right from the beginning, Cornelius.
All your fear-mongering about You-Know-Who...
...never fooled us for a minute.
We saw your lies for what they were:
A smokescreen for your bid to seize control of the Ministry.
Naturally.
No, professor. He had nothing to do with it. It was me.
Most noble of you, Harry, to shield me, but as has been pointed out...
...the parchment clearly says "Dumbledore's Army," not "Potter's."
I instructed Harry to form this organization.
And l, and I alone, am responsible for its activities.
Dispatch an owl to the Daily Prophet.
If we hurry, we should still make the morning edition.
Dawlish, Shacklebolt, you will escort Dumbledore...
...to Azkaban...
...to await trial for conspiracy and sedition.
I thought we might hit this little snag.
You seem to be laboring under the delusion that I'm going to--
What was the phrase?
--come quietly.
Well, I can tell you this:
I have no intention of going to Azkaban.
Enough of this.
Take him.
Well, you may not like him, minister...
...but you can't deny...
...Dumbledore has got style.
Boys and girls are not permitted to be within eight inches of each other.
Those wishing to join the Inquisitorial Squad for extra credit....
Students will be submitted to questioning about suspected illicit activities.
Any student in noncompliance will be expelled.
Harry.
You did everything you could. No one could win against that old hag.
Even Dumbledore didn't see this coming.
Harry, if it's anyone's fault, it's ours.
Yeah, we talked you into it.
Yeah, but I agreed.
I tried so hard to help, and all it's done is make things worse.
Anyway, that doesn't matter anymore.
Because I don't want to play anymore. All it does is make you care too much.
And the more you care, the more you have to lose.
-So maybe it's just better to.... -To what?
To go it alone.
Hagrid.
Any idea where he's taking us?
Hagrid, why can't you just tell us?
I've never seen the centaurs so riled.
And they're dangerous at the best of times.
The Ministry restricts their territory much more...
...they'll have a full uprising on their hands.
Hagrid, what's going on?
I'm sorry to be so mysterious, you three.
I wouldn't be bothering you at all with it, but with Dumbledore gone...
...I'll likely be getting the sack any day now.
And I just couldn't leave without telling someone about him.
Grawpy.
Down here, you great buffoon.
Grawpy.
Brought you some company.
I couldn't just leave him, because--
Because he's my brother.
Blimey.
Well, half brother, really.
He's completely harmless, just like I said. Little high-spirited, is all.
-Grawpy, that is not polite. -Hagrid, do something.
We talked about this. You do not grab, do you?
That's your new friend, Hermione.
Grawpy.
Grawp.
Put me down.
Now.
You all right?
Fine.
Just needs a firm hand, is all.
I think you've got an admirer.
You just stay away from her, all right?
He gets his own food and all.
It's company he'll be needing when I'm gone.
You will look after him, won't you?
I'm the only family he's got.
Feeling sentimental?
-That's private. -Not to me.
And not to the Dark Lord, if you don't improve.
Every memory he has access to is a weapon he can use against you.
You won't last two seconds if he invades your mind.
You're just like your father.
Lazy, arrogant.
-Don't say a word against my father. -Weak.
-I'm not weak. -Then prove it.
Control your emotions.
Discipline your mind.
Legilimens.
Harry.
Sirius.
I may vomit.
Stop it.
Is this what you call control?
We've been at it for hours. If I could just rest.
The Dark Lord isn't resting.
You and Black, you're two of a kind.
Sentimental children forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been.
Well, it may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair.
Your blessed father knew that. In fact, he frequently saw to it.
-My father was a great man. -Your father was a swine.
-Legilimens. -Protego.
Come on, Moony, Padfoot.
Snape. Expelliarmus.
Nice one, James.
-Dad. -Impedimenta.
Snivellus Greasy. Snivellus Greasy.
Right. Who wants to see me take off Snivelly' s trousers?
Snivellus Greasy. Snivellus Greasy.
Enough.
Your lessons are at an end.
I--
Get out.
-What's your name? -Michael.
Your hand's gonna be fine, Michael.
Yeah. It's not as bad as it seems. See?
It's fading already.
You can hardly see ours anymore, and the pain stops after a while.
As I told you once before, Mr. Potter...
...naughty children deserve to be punished.
You know, George...
...I've always felt our futures lay outside the world of academic achievement.
Fred, I've been thinking exactly the same thing.
All right, professor!
Here you go.
Ready when you are.
I need that prophecy.
You'll have to kill me.
Oh, I will. But first, you will fetch it for me.
Crucio.
Sirius.
Harry, are you sure?
I saw it. It's just like with Mr. Weasley.
It's the door I've been dreaming about.
I couldn't remember where I'd seen it before.
Sirius said Voldemort was after something.
Something he didn't have the last time, in the Department of Mysteries.
Harry, please, just listen.
What if Voldemort meant for you to see this?
What if he's only hurting Sirius because he's trying to get to you?
What if he is? I'm supposed to just let him die?
Hermione, he's the only family I've got left.
What do we do?
We'll have to use the Floo Network.
Umbridge has the chimneys under surveillance.
Not all of them.
Alohomora.
Alert the Order if you can.
-Are you mental? We're going with you. -It's too dangerous.
When are you going to get it into your head? We're in this together.
That you are.
Caught this one trying to help the Weasley girl.
You were going to Dumbledore, weren't you?
-No. -Liar.
-You sent for me, headmistress? -Snape, yes.
The time has come for answers, whether he wants to give them to me or not.
Have you brought the Veritaserum?
I'm afraid you've used up all my stores interrogating students.
The last of it on Miss Chang.
Unless you wish to poison him--
And I assure you, I would have the greatest sympathy if you did.
--I cannot help you.
He's got Padfoot.
He's got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden.
Padfoot? What is Padfoot? Where what is hidden?
What is he talking about, Snape?
No idea.
Very well.
You give me no choice, Potter.
As this is an issue of Ministry security...
...you leave me with...
...no alternative.
The Cruciatus Curse ought to loosen your tongue.
That's illegal.
What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him.
Tell her, Harry!
Tell me what?
Well, if you won't tell her where it is...
...I will.
Where what is?
Dumbledore's secret weapon.
How much further?
Not far.
It had to be somewhere students wouldn't find it accidentally.
What are you doing?
Improvising.
Well?
Where is this weapon?
There isn't one, is there?
You were trying to trick me.
You know...
...I really hate children.
You have no business here, centaur. This is a Ministry matter.
Lower your weapons.
I warn you, under the law, as creatures of near-human intelligence....
Protego.
How dare you?
Filthy half-breed.
Incarcerous.
Please. Please stop it. Please.
Now, enough. I will have order.
You filthy animal.
Do you know who I am?
Leave him alone. It's not his fault.
No, he doesn't understand.
Potter, do something. Tell them I mean no harm.
I'm sorry, professor.
But I must not tell lies.
What are you doing?
I am Senior Undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge.
Let me go!
Thank you, Grawp.
Hermione. Hermione, Sirius.
-How'd you get away? -Puking Pastilles. It wasn't pretty.
Told them I was hungry, wanted some sweets.
They told me to bugger off and ate the lot themselves.
That was clever, Ron.
-Has been known to happen. -lt was brilliant.
So how are we getting to London?
Look, it's not that I don't appreciate everything you've done, all of you...
...but I've got you into enough trouble as it is.
Dumbledore's Army's supposed to be about doing something real.
Or was that all just words to you?
Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourself, mate.
So how are we going to get to London?
We fly, of course.
Department of Mysteries.
This is it.
Ninety-two. Ninety-three.
Ninety-four.
Ninety-five.
-He should be here. -Harry.
It's got your name on it.
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.
And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal...
...but he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not.
For neither can live while the other survives.
Harry.
Where's Sirius?
You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams...
...and reality.
You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see.
Now, hand me the prophecy.
If you do anything to us, I'll break it.
He knows how to play.
Itty, bitty baby.
Potter.
Bellatrix Lestrange.
Neville Longbottom, is it? How's Mum and Dad?
Better, now they're about to be avenged.
Now, let's everybody just calm down...
...shall we?
All we want is that prophecy.
Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?
You dare speak his name?
You filthy half-blood!
It's all right. He's just a curious lad, aren't you?
Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made.
Which is lucky for you, really.
Haven't you always wondered...
...what was the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord?
Why he was unable to kill you...
...when you were just an infant?
Don't you want to know the secret of your scar?
All the answers are there, Potter, in your hand.
All you have to do...
...is give it to me.
Then I can show you everything.
I've waited 1 4 years.
I know.
I guess I can wait a little longer. Now. Stupefy.
Stupefy.
Levicorpus.
Petrificus Totalus.
Well done, Neville.
Stupefy.
-Stupefy. -Stupefy.
Stupefy.
Reducto.
Get back to the door.
Department of Mysteries. They got that bit right, didn't they?
The voices.
Can you tell what they're saying?
There aren't any voices, Harry.
Let's get out of here.
I hear them too.
Harry, it's just an empty archway.
Please, Harry.
Get behind me.
Did you actually believe...
...or were you truly naive enough to think...
...that children stood a chance against us?
I'll make this simple for you, Potter.
Give me the prophecy now...
...or watch your friends die.
Don't give it to him, Harry.
Get away from my godson.
Now, listen to me. Take the others and get out of here.
What? No, I'm staying with you.
You've done beautifully.
Now, let me take it from here.
Black.
Expelliarmus!
Nice one, James.
Avada Kedavra.
No. No.
I killed Sirius Black.
-You coming to get me? -Crucio.
You've got to mean it, Harry.
She killed him. She deserves it.
You know the spell, Harry.
Do it.
So weak.
It was foolish of you to come here tonight, T om.
The Aurors are on their way.
By which time I shall be gone, and you...
...shall be dead.
You've lost, old man.
Harry.
So weak.
So vulnerable.
Look at me.
Harry, it isn't how you are alike.
It's how you are not.
Harry?
You're the weak one...
...and you'll never know love or friendship.
And I feel sorry for you.
You're a fool, Harry Potter.
And you will lose everything.
He's back.
I know how you feel, Harry.
No, you don't.
It's my fault.
No, the fault is mine.
I knew it was only a matter of time...
...before Voldemort made the connection between you.
I thought by distancing myself from you, as I have done all year...
...he'd be less tempted, and therefore you might be more protected.
The prophecy said:
"Neither one can live while the other one survives."
It means one of us is gonna have to kill the other, in the end.
Yes.
Why didn't you tell me?
For the same reason you tried to save Sirius.
The same reason your friends saved you.
After all these years, after all you've suffered...
...I didn't want to cause you any more pain.
I cared too much about you.
How come you're not at the feast?
Lost all my possessions. Apparently people have been hiding them.
That's awful.
Oh, it's all good fun.
But as it's the last night, I really do need them back.
Do you want any help finding them?
I'm sorry about your godfather, Harry.
Are you sure you don't want any help looking?
That's all right.
Anyway, my mum always said...
...the things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end.
If not always in the way we expect.
Think I'll just go have some pudding.
I've been thinking about something Dumbledore said to me.
What's that?
That even though we've got a fight ahead of us...
...we've got one thing that Voldemort doesn't have.
Yeah?
Something worth fighting for.