I'll escort him out.
Certainly, professor.
All right, everyone, carry on, carry on.
Maybe I did hex that Bell girl. Maybe I didn't. What's it to you?
I swore to protect you.
I made the Unbreakable Vow.
I don't need protection.
I was chosen for this. Out of all others. Me.
- And I won't fail him. - You're afraid, Draco.
You attempt to conceal it, but it's obvious. Let me assist you.
No!
I was chosen. This is my moment.
"Unbreakable Vow."
You're sure that's what Snape said?
Positive. Why?
Well, it's just you can't break an Unbreakable Vow.
I'd worked that much out for myself, funnily enough.
You don't understand.
Oh, bloody hell.
I miss you.
Lovely.
All she wants to do is snog me. My lips are getting chapped. Look.
I'll take your word for it.
So, what happens to you? What happens if you break an Unbreakable Vow?
You die.
Wait, the pudding's still here.
Voldemort has chosen Draco Malfoy for a mission?
I know it sounds mad.
Has it occurred to you Snape was simply pretending to offer Draco help...
...so he could find out what he was up to?
- That's not what it sounded like. - Perhaps Harry's right.
To make an Unbreakable Vow, it's...
It comes down to whether or not you trust Dumbledore's judgment.
- Dumbledore trusts Snape, therefore I do. - Dumbledore can make mistakes.
You're blinded by hatred.
- I'm not. - Yes, you are.
People are disappearing, Harry, daily.
We place our trust in a handful of people.
If we start fighting amongst ourselves, we're doomed.
Open up, you.
Don't you trust me?
It's good.
Yeah, I'll just... Get... Yeah.
- Pie? - Not for me, no.
You'll have to forgive Remus.
It takes its toll, his condition.
Are you all right, Mr. Weasley?
We're being followed, all of us.
Most days, Molly doesn't leave the house.
It's not been easy.
Did you get my owl?
Yes, I did.
If Dumbledore's traveling, then that's news to the Ministry...
...but perhaps that's the way Dumbledore wants it.
As for Draco Malfoy...
...I know a bit more.
- Go on. - I sent an agent to Borgin and Burkes.
I think, from what you described...
...what you and Ron saw in summer...
...the object that Draco is so interested in...
...is a vanishing cabinet.
A vanishing cabinet?
They were all the rage when Voldemort first rose to power.
You can see the appeal. Should Death Eaters come knocking...
...one simply had to slip inside and disappear for an hour or two.
They can transport you anywhere.
Tricky contraptions though, very temperamental.
What happened to it? The one at Borgin and Burkes?
Nothing.
It's still there.
It was delicious, Molly, really.
Are you sure you won't stay?
No, we should go. The first night of the cycle's always the worst.
Remus?
Sweetheart.
Has Ron gone to bed?
Um... Not yet. No.
Shoelace.
Merry Christmas, Harry.
Merry Christmas.
- Harry, no! - Remus!
Ginny!
I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black!
You coming to get me?
Harry, can you get me? You coming to get me?
Harry?
Stupefy!
Harry!
Ginny!
Molly.
It's easy for them to get to you.
You're bloody lucky you weren't killed. You have to realize who you are, Harry.
I know who I am, Hermione, all right?
Sorry.
Lav, come on. Of course I'll wear it.
That's my Won-Won.
Excuse me, I have to go and vomit.
I'd like to know where you get your information.
More knowledgeable than half the staff, you are.
Sir...
...is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring?
Now, Tom. I couldn't tell you if I knew, could I?
By the way, thank you for the pineapple. You're quite right, it is my favorite.
But how did you know?
Intuition.
Gracious. Is it that time already?
Off you go, boys, or Professor Dippet will have us all in detention.
Look sharp, Tom. Don't want to be caught out of bed after hours.
- Is something on your mind, Tom? - Yes, sir.
You see, I couldn't think of anyone else to go to.
The other professors, well, they're not like you.
They might misunderstand.
Go on.
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...
I beg your pardon?
I don't know anything about such things, and if I did, I wouldn't tell you!
Now, get out of here at once, and don't let me ever catch you mentioning it again!
Confused?
I'd be surprised if you weren't.
Well, I don't understand. What happened?
This is perhaps the most important memory I've collected.
It is also a lie.
This memory has been tampered with...
...by the same person whose memory it is, our old friend, Professor Slughorn.
But why would he tamper with his own memory?
- I suspect he's ashamed of it. - Why?
Why, indeed?
I asked you to get to know Professor Slughorn, and you have done so.
Now I want you to persuade him to divulge his true memory...
...any way you can.
I don't know him that well, sir.
This memory is everything.
Without it, we are blind.
Without it, we leave the fate of our world to chance.
You have no choice.
You must not fail.
So I'd highly recommend you reacquaint yourself...
...with the chapter on antidotes.
I'll tell you more about bezoars in our next class. Right, off you go.
Alys, don't forget your rat tail.
Aha. If it isn't the Prince of Potions himself.
To what do I owe this pleasure?
Sir, I wondered if I might ask you something.
Ask away, dear boy, ask away.
The other day I was in the library, in the Restricted Section...
...and I came across something rather odd about a very rare piece of magic.
Yes. And what was this rare piece of magic?
Well, I don't know. I can't remember the name exactly.
It got me wondering, are there some kinds of magic you're not allowed to teach us?
I'm Potions Master, Harry.
I think your question'd better be posed to Professor Snape.
Yes. Um...
He and I don't exactly see eye to eye, sir.
What I mean to say is...
...well, he's not like you.
He might misunderstand.
Yes. There can be no light without the dark.
And so it is with magic. Myself, I always strive to live within the light.
I suggest you do the same.
Is that what you told Tom Riddle, when he came asking questions?
Dumbledore put you up to this, didn't he?
Didn't he?
Yes?
Oh, it's you, Potter.
I'm sorry, I'm busy at the moment.
It's beautiful, isn't it? The moon.
Divine.
Had ourselves a little late-night snack, did we?
It was on your bed, the box. I just thought I'd try one.
- Or 20. - I can't stop thinking about her, Harry.
Honestly, I reckoned she was annoying you.
She could never annoy me.
I think I love her.
Well, brilliant.
Do you think she knows I exist?
I hope so. She's been snogging you for three months.
Snogging? Who are you talking about?
Who are you talking about?
Romilda, of course. Romilda Vane.
Okay, very funny.
- What was that for? - It's no joke! I'm in love with her!
Fine, you're in love with her. Have you ever actually met her?
No. Can you introduce me?
Come on, Ron. I'm gonna introduce you to Romilda Vane.
I'm sorry, sir. I wouldn't bother you if it weren't absolutely essential.
Where's Romilda?
What's the matter with Wenby?
Very powerful love potion.
Very well. Better bring him in.
I'd have thought you could whip up a remedy for this in no time, Harry.
Well, I thought this called for a more practiced hand, sir.
Hello, darling. Fancy a drink?
Perhaps you're right.
I'm sorry, by the way, professor, about earlier today, our misunderstanding.
Oh, not at all. All water under the bridge, you know? Correct?
I expect you're tired of it after all these years.
All the questions about Voldemort.
Don't use that name.
There you are, old boy. Bottoms up.
- What's this? - Tonic for the nerves.
- What happened to me? - Love potion.
A bloody strong one at that.
- I feel really bad. - You need a pick-me-up.
Got Butterbeer, wine, dazzling oak-matured mead.
I had other intentions for this, but I think, given the circumstances...
Here we are, Potter.
To life!
Ron.
Ron. Professor, do something.
I don't understand.
Come on, Ron, breathe.
These girls, they're gonna kill me.
Quick thinking on your part, Harry, using a bezoar.
You must be very proud of your student, Horace.
Hm? Oh, yes, very proud.
I think we agree, Potter's actions were heroic.
The question is, why were they necessary?
Why, indeed?
This appears to be a gift, Horace.
You don't remember who gave you this bottle?
Which, by the way, possesses remarkably subtle hints of licorice and cherry...
...when not polluted with poison.
Actually I had intended to give it as a gift myself.
To whom, I might ask?
To you, Headmaster.
Where is he?
Where's my Won-Won? Has he been asking for me?
What's she doing here?
I might ask you the same question.
I happen to be his girlfriend.
I happen to be his friend.
Don't make me laugh. You haven't spoken in weeks.
I suppose you want to make up now that he's all interesting.
He's been poisoned, you daft dimbo!
And for the record, I've always found him interesting.
Ah. See? He senses my presence.
Don't worry, Won-Won. I'm here.
I'm here.
Uh... Hermione...
Hermione.
Oh, to be young, and to feel love's keen sting.
Well, come away, everybody.
Mr. Weasley is well tended.
About time, don't you think?
Thank you.
Oh, shut up.
Stop it, Ron. You're making it snow.
Tell me how I broke up with Lavender again.
Um, well...
...she came to visit you in the hospital.
And you talked.
I don't believe it was a particularly long conversation.
Don't get me wrong, I'm bloody thrilled to be shot of her.
It's just she seems a bit put out.
Yes, she does, doesn't she?
You say you don't remember anything from that night?
Anything at all?
There is something.
But it can't be. I was completely boggled, wasn't I?
Right. Boggled.
Harry.
That's Katie.
Katie Bell.
Katie. How are you?
I know you're going to ask, Harry, but I don't know who cursed me.
I've been trying to remember, honestly.
But I just can't.
Katie?
I know what you did, Malfoy. You hexed her, didn't you?
Sectumsempra!
Vulnera Sanentur.
You have to get rid of it. Today.
Take my hand.
The Room of Requirement.
We need to hide the Half-Blood Prince's book...
...where no one will ever find it, including you.
- What was that? - What was that?
See?
You never know what you'll find up here.
All right, close your eyes. That way you can't be tempted.
Close your eyes.
That can stay hidden up here too, if you like.
So did you and Ginny do it, then?
What?
You know, hide the book?
Oh, yeah.
Ah. Dear, yes.
Still no luck with Slughorn, then, I take it?
Luck.
That's it. All I need's a bit of luck.
Well, how do you feel?
Excellent.
Really excellent.
Remember...
...Slughorn usually eats early...
...takes a walk, and then returns to his office.
Right.
- I'm going down to Hagrid's. - What?
No, Harry, you've got to go and speak to Slughorn.
- We have a plan. - I know...
...but I've got a good feeling about Hagrid's.
I feel it's the place to be tonight. Do you know what I mean?
- No. - Well, trust me, I know what I'm doing.
Or Felix does.
Hi!
Merlin's beard, Harry!
Sorry, sir. I should've announced myself. Cleared my throat, coughed.
You probably feared I was Professor Sprout.
Yes, I did, actually. What makes you think that?
Well, just the general behavior, sir.
The sneaking around, the jumping when you saw me.
Are those Tentacula leaves, sir? They're very valuable, aren't they?
Ten Galleons a leaf to the right buyer.
Not that I'm familiar with any such transactions, but one does hear rumors.
My own interests are purely academic, of course.
Personally, these plants always kind of freaked me out.
How did you get out of the castle, Harry?
Through the front door, sir.
I'm off to Hagrid's. He's a very dear friend...
...and I fancied paying him a visit.
So if you don't mind, I will be going now.
Harry!
- Sir? - It's nearly nightfall.
Surely you realize I can't allow you to go roaming the grounds by yourself.
Well, then, by all means, come along, sir.
Harry, I must insist you accompany me...
...back to the castle immediately!
That would be counterproductive, sir.
And what makes you say that?
No idea.
Horace.
Merlin's beard. Is that an actual Acromantula?
A dead one, I think, sir.
Good God.
Dear fellow, however did you manage to kill it?
Kill it? Me oldest friend, he was.
- I'm so sorry, I didn't... - Don't worry yourself, you're not alone.
Seriously misunderstood creatures, spiders are.
It's the eyes, I reckon. They unnerve some folk.
Not to mention the pincers.
Yeah, I reckon that too.
Hagrid, the last thing I wish to be is indelicate...
...but Acromantular venom is uncommonly rare.
Would you allow me to extract a vial or two?
Purely for academic purposes, you understand.
Well, I don't suppose it's going to do him much good now, is it?
My thoughts exactly.
Always have a ampoule or two about my person for just such occasions as this.
Old Potions Master's habit, you know.
I wish you could've seen him in his prime.
Magnificent, he was. Just magnificent.
Oh, dear.
- Would you like me to say a few words? - Yes.
He had a family, I trust?
Oh, yeah.
Farewell...
Aragog.
Farewell, Aragog...
...king of the arachnids.
Your body will decay...
...but your spirit lingers on.
And your human friends find solace in the loss they have sustained.
I had him from an egg, you know. Tiny little thing he was when he hatched.
No bigger than a Pekinese. A Pekinese, mind you.
How sweet. I once had a fish. Francis. He was very dear to me.
One afternoon I came downstairs, and he'd vanished.
Poof.
- That's very odd, isn't it? - It is, isn't it?
But that's life, I suppose.
You go along and then suddenly, poof!
- Poof. - Poof.
It was a student who gave me Francis.
One spring afternoon I discovered a bowl on my desk...
...with just a few inches of clear water in it.
And floating on the surface was a flower petal.
As I watched, it sank.
Just before it reached the bottom...
...it transformed...
...into a wee fish.
It was beautiful magic.
Wondrous to behold.
The flower petal had come from a lily.
Your mother.
The day I came downstairs...
...the day the bowl was empty...
...was the day your mother...
I know why you're here.
But I can't help you.
It would ruin me.
Do you know why I survived, professor?
The night I got this?
Because of her.
Because she sacrificed herself.
Because she refused to step aside.
Because her love was more powerful than Voldemort.
- Don't say his name. - I'm not afraid of the name, professor.
I'm going to tell you something.
Something others have only guessed at.
It's true.
I am the Chosen One.
Only I can destroy him, but in order to do so...
...I need to know what Tom Riddle asked you years ago in your office...
...and I need to know what you told him.
Be brave, professor.
Be brave like my mother.
Otherwise, you disgrace her.
Otherwise, she died for nothing.
Otherwise, the bowl will remain empty forever.
Please, don't think badly of me when you see it.
You've no idea what he was like, even then.
I was in the library the other night...
...in the Restricted Section...
...and I read something rather odd about a bit of rare magic.
It's called, as I understand it...
...a Horcrux.
- I beg your pardon? - Horcrux.
I came across the term while reading...
...and I didn't fully understand it.
I'm not sure what you were reading, Tom...
...but this is very dark stuff, very dark indeed.
Which is...
...why I came to you.
A Horcrux is an object in which a person has concealed part of their soul.
But I don't understand how that works, sir.
One splits one's soul and hides part of it in an object.
By doing so, you're protected, should you be attacked and your body destroyed.
Protected?
That part of your soul that is hidden lives on.
In other words, you cannot die.
And how does one split his soul, sir?
I think you already know the answer to that, Tom.
Murder.
Yes.
Killing rips the soul apart. It is a violation against nature.
Can you only split the soul once? For instance, isn't seven...?
Seven?
Merlin's beard, Tom. Isn't it bad enough to consider killing one person?
To rip the soul into seven pieces...
This is all hypothetical, isn't it, Tom? All academic?
Of course, sir.
It'll be our little secret.
Sir.
This is beyond anything I imagined.
You mean to say he succeeded, sir, in making a Horcrux?
Oh, yes, he succeeded, all right. And not just once.
What are they exactly?
Could be anything. Most commonplace of objects.
A ring, for example.
Or a book.
- Tom Riddle's diary. - It's a Horcrux, yes.
Four years ago, when you saved Ginny's life...
...in the Chamber of Secrets, you brought me this.
I knew this was a different kind of magic.
Very dark, very powerful. But until tonight I had no idea just how powerful.
- The ring? - Belonged to Voldemort's mother.
Difficult to find. Even more difficult to destroy.
But if you could find them all, if you did destroy each Horcrux...
One destroys Voldemort.
But how would you find them? They could be hidden anywhere.
True. But magic, especially dark magic...
...leaves traces.
It's where you've been going, isn't it, sir?
- When you leave the school? - Yes.
And I think perhaps I may have found another.
But this time, I cannot hope to destroy it alone.
Once again, I must ask too much of you, Harry.
Have you ever considered that you ask too much...
...that you take too much for granted?
Has it ever crossed your brilliant mind that I don't want to do this anymore?
Whether it has or hasn't is irrelevant.
I will not negotiate with you, Severus. You agreed. Nothing more to discuss.
Oh, Harry.
You need a shave, my friend.
You know, at times, I forget how much you've grown.
At times, I still see the small boy from the cupboard.
Forgive my mawkishness, Harry.
I'm an old man.
You still look the same to me, sir.
Just like your mother, you're unfailingly kind.
A trait people never fail to undervalue, I'm afraid.
The place to which we journey tonight is extremely dangerous.
I promised you could accompany me, and I stand by that promise.
But there is one condition:
You must obey every command I give you, without question.
Yes, sir.
You do understand what I'm saying?
Should I tell you to hide, you hide.
Should I tell you to run, you run.
Should I tell you to abandon me and save yourself, you must do so.
Your word, Harry.
My word.
Take my arm.
Sir, I thought you couldn't Apparate within Hogwarts.
Well, being me has its privileges.
This is the place.
Oh, yes.
This place has known magic.
- Sir! - In order to gain passage...
...payment must be made.
Payment intended to weaken any intruder.
- You should've let me, sir. - No, Harry.
Your blood's much more precious than mine.
Voldemort will not have made it easy to discover his hiding place.
He will have put certain defenses in position.
Careful.
There it is.
The only question is, how do we get there?
If you would, Harry.
Do you think the Horcrux is in there, sir?
Oh, yes.
It has to be drunk.
All of it has to be drunk.
You remember the conditions on which I brought you with me?
This potion might paralyze me.
Might make me forget why I'm here.
Might cause me so much pain that I beg for relief.
You are not to indulge these requests.
It's your job, Harry, to make sure I keep drinking this potion.
Even if you have to force it down my throat.
- Understood? - Why can't I drink it, sir?
Because I am much older, much cleverer, and much less valuable.
Your good health, Harry.
Professor.
Professor!
Harry.
Professor, can you hear me?
Professor.
No. Don't.
You have to keep drinking, like you said. Remember?
- Stop. - It will stop. It will stop...
...but only if you keep drinking. - Please, don't make me.
- I'm sorry, sir. - Please.
- Kill me. Kill me! - No!
It's my fault.
It's all my fault.
It's my fault.
Just one more, sir. One more, and then I promise...
...I promise I'll do what you say.
- I promise. - No.
Please.
Harry.
Water.
You did it, sir.
Look.
Harry.
Water.
Aguamenti.
Water.
Lumos.
Lumos Maxima!
Harry.
Sectumsempra!
Harry.
- Stupefy! - Harry.
Harry.
Partis Temporus!
Go to your houses. No dawdling.
We need to get you to the hospital wing, sir, to Madam Pomfrey.
No.
Severus. Severus is who I need.
Wake him. Tell him what happened.
Speak to no one else.
Severus, Harry.
Hide yourself below, Harry.
Don't speak or be seen by anybody without my permission.
Whatever happens, it's imperative you stay below.
Harry, do as I say.
Trust me.
Good evening, Draco.
What brings you here on this fine spring evening?
Who else is here? I heard you talking.
I often talk aloud to myself. I find it extraordinarily useful.
Have you been whispering to yourself, Draco?
Draco...
...you are no assassin. - How do you know what I am?
I've done things that would shock you.
Like cursing Katie Bell and hoping that in return she'd bear a cursed necklace to me?
Replacing a bottle of mead with one laced with poison?
Forgive me, Draco.
I cannot help feeling these actions are so weak...
...your heart can't really have been in them.
He trusts me. I was chosen.
Then I shall make it easy for you.
Expelliarmus!
Very good. Very good.
You're not alone.
There are others.
How?
The vanishing cabinet in the Room of Requirement.
- I've been mending it. - Let me guess.
It has a sister. A twin.
In Borgin and Burkes. They form a passage.
Ingenious.
Draco...
...years ago, I knew a boy who made all the wrong choices.
- Please let me help you. - I don't want your help!
Don't you understand? I have to do this.
I have to kill you.
Or he's gonna kill me.
Well, look what we have here.
Well done, Draco.
Good evening, Bellatrix.
I think introductions are in order, don't you?
Love to, Albus, but I'm afraid we're all on a bit of a tight schedule.
Do it.
He doesn't have the stomach, just like his father.
Let me finish him in my own way.
No! The Dark Lord was clear, the boy is to do it.
This is your moment. Do it.
Go on, Draco.
Now!
No.
Severus.
Please.
Avada Kedavra.
Yeah!
Hagrid! Hello?
Snape! He trusted you!
Go on.
Incarcerous.
Fight back! You coward, fight back!
No! He belongs to the Dark Lord.
Sectumsempra!
You dare use my own spells against me, Potter?
Yes.
I'm the Half-Blood Prince.
McGONAGALL: Potter...
...in light of what has happened...
...if you should have the need to talk to someone...
You should know, Professor Dumbledore...
...you meant a great deal to him.
Do you think he would've done it?
Draco?
No.
No, he was lowering his wand.
In the end, it was Snape.
It was always Snape.
And I did nothing.
It's fake.
Open it.
"To the Dark Lord. I know I will be dead long before you read this...
...but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret.
I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can.
I face death in the hope that when you meet your match...
...you will be mortal once more.
R.A.B."
R.A.B.
Don't know.
But whoever they are, they have the real Horcrux.
Which means it was all a waste.
All of it.
Ron's okay with it, you know.
You and Ginny.
But if I were you, when he's around, I'd keep the snogging to a minimum.
I'm not coming back, Hermione.
I've got to finish whatever Dumbledore started.
And I don't know where that'll lead me...
...but I'll let you and Ron know where I am when I can.
I've always admired your courage, Harry.
But sometimes, you can be really thick.
You don't really think you're going to be able...
...to find all those Horcruxes by yourself, do you?
You need us, Harry.
I never realized how beautiful this place was.
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