[CHITTERING]
[VOICES WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]
SCRIMGEOUR: These are dark times, there is no denying.
Our world has, perhaps, faced no greater threat than it does today.
But I say this to our citizenry:
We, ever your servants...
...will continue to defend your liberty...
...and repel the forces that seek to take it from you.
Your Ministry remains...
...strong.
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
[RAINDROPS PATTERING]
MRS. GRANGER: Hermione. Tea's ready, darling.
Coming, Mom.
VERNON: Come on, Dudley, hurry up.
DUDLEY: I still don't understand why we have to leave.
VERNON: Because, unh, it's not safe for us here anymore.
Ron, tell your father supper's nearly ready.
MR. GRANGER: Is this in Australia?
MRS. GRANGER: Looks wonderful, doesn't it?
MAN [ON TV]: Three and a half thousand kilometers along Australia's east coast.
Obliviate.
[CHATTERING]
VOLDEMORT: Severus.
I was beginning to worry you had lost your way.
Come, we've saved you a seat.
You bring news, I trust?
It will happen Saturday next, at nightfall.
YAXLEY: I've heard differently, my Lord.
Dawlish, the Auror, has let slip that the Potter boy...
...will not be moved until the 30th of this month.
The day before he turns 17.
This is a false trail.
The Auror Office no longer plays any part in the protection of Harry Potter.
Those closest to him believe we have infiltrated the Ministry.
Well, they got that right, haven't they?
[ALL LAUGH]
What say you, Pius?
One hears many things, my Lord.
Whether the truth is among them is not clear.
Heh. Spoken like a true politician.
You will, I think, prove most useful, Pius.
- Where will he be taken, the boy? SNAPE: To a safe house.
Most likely the home of someone in the Order.
I'm told it's been given every manner of protection possible.
Once there, it will be impractical to attack him.
Ahem. My Lord. I'd like to volunteer myself for this task.
I want to kill the boy.
[YELL IN DISTANCE]
Wormtail!
Have I not spoken to you about keeping our guest quiet?
Yes, my Lord.
Right away, my Lord.
VOLDEMORT: As inspiring as I find your bloodlust, Bellatrix...
...I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.
But I face an unfortunate complication.
That my wand and Potter's share the same core.
They are, in some ways, twins.
We can wound, but not fatally harm one another.
If I am to kill him...
...I must do it with another's wand.
Come, surely one of you would like the honor?
Mm?
What about you, Lucius?
My Lord?
"My Lord?"
I require your wand.
Do I detect elm?
Yes, my Lord.
And the core?
Dragon. Ahem.
Dragon heartstring, my Lord.
- Dragon heartstring. - Mm.
VOLDEMORT: To those of you who do not know...
...we are joined tonight by Miss Charity Burbage...
...who, until recently, taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Her specialty was Muggle Studies.
[ALL CHUCKLE]
It is Miss Burbage's belief that Muggles are not so different from us.
She would, given her way...
...have us mate with them.
[ALL CHUCKLE]
To her, the mixture of magical and Muggle blood is not an abomination...
...but something to be encouraged.
BURBAGE: Severus.
Severus, please.
We're friends.
VOLDEMORT: Avada Kedavra!
Nagini.
Dinner.
[HISSES]
[HEDWIG SCREECHES]
[ENGINE WHIRRING THEN STOPS]
HAGRID: Hello, Harry. HARRY: All right. Wow.
Hello.
HAGRID: You're looking fit. - Yeah, he's absolutely gorgeous.
What say we get undercover before someone murders him?
HARRY: Evening.
[GRUNTS]
HARRY: I thought you were looking after the Prime Minister.
You are more important.
- Hello, Harry. Bill Weasley. - Oh. Pleasure to meet you.
FRED: He wasn't always this handsome. - Dead ugly.
True enough.
Owe it all to a werewolf, name of Greyback.
- Hope to repay the favor one day. - You're still beautiful to me, William.
LUPIN: Just remember, Fleur, Bill takes his steaks on the raw side now.
My husband, the joker.
By the way, wait till you hear the news. Remus and l...
All right. We'll have time for a cozy catch-up later.
We've got to get the hell out of here. And soon.
Potter, you're underage, which means you've still got the Trace on you.
What's the Trace?
If you sneeze, the Ministry will know who wipes your nose.
We have to use those means of transport the Trace can't detect:
Brooms, Thestrals and the like. We go in pairs.
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.
The real one?
I believe you're familiar with this particular brew.
No. Absolutely not.
I told you he'd take it well.
No, if you think I'm gonna let everyone risk their lives for me, l...
- Never done that before, have we? - No. No. This is different.
I mean, taking that, becoming me. No.
Well, none of us really fancy it, mate.
Imagine if something went wrong, and we ended up a scrawny, specky git forever.
MOOD Y: Everyone here is of age, Potter.
They've all agreed to take the risk.
[MUNDUNGUS CLEARS THROAT]
Technically, I've been coerced.
Mundungus Fletcher, Mr. Potter.
- Always been a huge admirer. - Nip it, Mundungus.
All right, Granger, as discussed.
- Blimey, Hermione. MOOD Y: Straight in here, if you please.
For those of you who haven't taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning:
It tastes like goblin piss.
Have a lot of experiences with that, do you, Mad-Eye?
Just trying to diffuse the tension.
Oh.
Ugh.
[ALL GRUNTING]
BOTH: Wow, we're identical.
MOOD Y: Not yet, you're not.
GEORGE: Haven't got anything a bit more sporting, have you?
FRED: I don't really fancy this color.
MOOD Y: Well, fancy this, you're not you. So shut it and strip.
MUNDUNGUS: All right, all right.
You'll need to change too, Potter.
FLEUR: Bill, look away. I'm hideous.
RON: I knew she was lying about that tattoo.
HERMIONE: Harry, your eyesight really is awful.
Right, then. We'll be pairing off. Each Potter will have a protector.
Mundungus, stick tight to me. I wanna keep an eye on you.
- As for Harry... ALL: Yes?
The real Harry.
- Where the devil are you, anyway? - Here.
MOOD Y: You'll ride with Hagrid.
I brought you here 16 years ago when you were no bigger than a Bowtruckle.
Seems only right that I should be the one to take you away now.
Yes, it's all very touching. Let's go.
[HEDWIG SCREECHING]
MOOD Y: Head for the Burrows. We'll rendezvous there.
On the count of three.
Hold tight, Harry.
MOOD Y: One...
...two...
...three!
DEATH EATER 1: Which one? DEATH EATER 2: Where are you?
He's on your right!
He's over there!
DEATH EATER 3: Down!
Hagrid, we have to help the others!
I can't do that, Harry. Mad-Eye's orders.
Hang on.
Stupefy!
[HORN HONKS]
[GASPS]
Hang on, Harry.
[GRUNTS]
Hagrid.
[SCREECHING] [GRUNTS]
HARRY: No. No.
[GROANING]
VOLDEMORT: Harry.
[YELLING]
[RUMBLING]
[GRUNTS]
MOLLY: Harry. Hagrid.
What happened? Where are the others?
Is no one else back?
HAGRID: They were on us right from the start, Molly. We didn't stand a chance.
Well, thank goodness you two are all right.
HAGRID: The Death Eaters were waiting for us. It was an ambush.
GINNY: Ron and Tonks should've already been back.
Dad and Fred as well.
LUPIN: Here!
Quick. Into the house.
Oh, my boy.
Oh. Oh.
[BOTH GRUNT]
- Lupin! GINNY: What are you doing?
What creature sat in the corner...
...the first time Harry Potter visited my office in Hogwarts?
- Are you mad? - What creature?!
A Grindylow.
[HARRY SIGHS]
LUPIN: We've been betrayed.
Voldemort knew you were being moved tonight.
I had to make sure you weren't an impostor.
[WHOOSH IN DISTANCE]
Wait.
The last words Albus Dumbledore spoke to the pair of us?
"Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him."
What gave you away?
Hedwig, I think. She was trying to protect me.
Thanks.
TONKS: Deserves that. Brilliant, he was.
- I wouldn't be standing here without him. HERMIONE: Really?
Always the tone of surprise.
We the last back?
FRED: Where's George?
How you feeling, Georgie?
Saint-like.
Come again?
Saint-like. I'm holy.
I'm holey, Fred. Get it?
The whole wide world of ear-related humor and you go for "I'm holey."
That's pathetic.
Reckon I'm still better-Iooking than you.
Mad-Eye's dead.
Mundungus took one look at Voldemort and Disapparated.
MOOD Y: Head for the Burrows.
DUMBLEDORE: This is beyond anything I imagined.
SLUGHORN: Seven? RIDDLE: Seven...? A Horcrux.
HARRY: They could be hidden anywhere.
SLUGHORN: To rip the soul into seven pieces...
HARRY: If you did destroy each Horcrux... DUMBLEDORE: One destroys Voldemort.
Trust me.
VOLDEMORT: You lied to me. Lied to me, Ollivander.
[GRUNTS]
RON: Going somewhere?
Nobody else is going to die. Not for me.
For you?
You think Mad-Eye died for you?
You think George took that curse for you?
You may be the Chosen One, mate, but this is a whole lot bigger than that.
It's always been bigger than that.
- Come with me. - What, and leave Hermione?
You mad? We wouldn't last two days without her.
Don't tell her I said that.
Besides, you've still got the Trace on you.
- We've still got the wedding... - I don't care about a wedding.
I'm sorry. No matter whose it is. I have to start finding these Horcruxes.
They're our only chance to beat him...
...and the longer we stay here, the stronger he gets.
Tonight's not the night, mate.
We'd only be doing him a favor.
[HARRY SIGHS]
[BAG THUDS]
Do you think he knows?
I mean, they're bits of his soul, these Horcruxes. Bits of him.
When Dumbledore destroyed the ring, you destroyed Tom Riddle's diary...
...he must have felt something.
To kill the other Horcruxes, we have to find them.
Where are they?
Where do we start?
FRED: Ready when you are.
[RON & FRED GRUNTING]
ARTHUR: Please pay attention! It's your brother's wedding. Buck up.
GINNY: Zip me up, will you?
It seems silly, doesn't it, a wedding?
Given everything that's going on.
Maybe that's the best reason to have it...
...because of everything that's going on.
GEORGE: Morning.
ARTHUR: Come on, keep up.
All together now.
One, two, three.
How's it looking at your end, boys?
FRED & GEORGE: Brilliant.
Bloody hell. What's the Minister of Magic doing here?
To what do we owe the pleasure, Minister?
I think we both know the answer to that question, Mr. Potter.
And this is...?
SCRIMGEOUR: "Herein is set forth the last will and testament...
...of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
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."
- Dumbledore left this for me? - Yeah.
Brilliant.
What is it?
Wicked.
"To Hermione Jean Granger...
...I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard...
...in the hope that she find it entertaining and instructive."
RON: Mom used to read me those.
"The Wizard and the Hopping Pot."
"Babbitty Rabbitty and the Cackling Stump."
Come on, Babbitty Rabbitty.
No?
"To Harry James Potter...
...I leave the Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts...
...as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance...
...and skill."
- Is that it, then? - Not quite.
Dumbledore left you a second bequest:
The sword of Godric Gryffindor.
Unfortunately, the sword of Gryffindor was not Dumbledore's to give away.
As an important historical artifact, it belongs...
HERMIONE: To Harry.
It belongs to Harry.
It came to him when he needed it in the Chamber of Secrets.
The sword may present itself to any worthy Gryffindor.
That does not make it that wizard's property.
And, in any event, the current whereabouts of the sword are unknown.
HARRY: Excuse me? - The sword is missing.
I don't know what you're up to, Mr. Potter...
...but you can't fight this war on your own.
He's too strong.
[FOLK MUSIC PLAYING]
LUNA: Hello, Harry.
I've interrupted a deep thought, haven't I? I can see it growing smaller in your eyes.
Of course not. How are you, Luna?
Very well. Got bitten by a garden gnome only moments ago.
Gnome saliva is very beneficial.
Xenophilius Lovegood. We live just over the hill.
Pleasure to meet you, sir.
I trust you know, Mr. Potter, that we at The Quibbler...
...unlike those toadies at The Daily Prophet...
...fully supported Dumbledore in his lifetime...
...and, in his death, support you just as fully.
Thank you.
Come, Daddy. Harry doesn't want to talk to us right now.
He's just too polite to say so.
XENOPHILIUS: Harry Potter.
Excuse me, sir? May I sit down?
Mr. Potter. By all means. Here.
HARRY: Thanks.
I found what you wrote in The Daily Prophet really moving.
You obviously knew Dumbledore well.
Well, I certainly knew him the longest.
That is, if you don't count his brother, Aberforth...
...and somehow, people never do seem to count Aberforth.
- I didn't even know he had a brother. - Ah.
Well, Dumbledore was always very private, even as a boy.
Don't despair, Elphias.
I'm told he's been thoroughly unriddled by Rita Skeeter...
...in 800 pages, no less.
Word has it that someone talked to her.
Someone who knew the Dumbledore family well.
Both you and I know who that is, Elphias.
A monstrous betrayal.
Who are we talking about?
Bathilda Bagshot.
- Who? MURIEL: My God, boy...
...she's only the most celebrated magical historian of the last century.
She was as close to the Dumbledores as anyone.
Oh, I'm sure Rita Skeeter thought it well worth a trip to Godric's Hollow...
...to take a peek into that old bird's rattled cage.
Godric's Hollow?
Bathilda Bagshot lives at Godric's Hollow?
Well, that's where she first met Dumbledore.
You don't mean to say he lived there too?
The family moved there after his father killed those three Muggles.
Oh, it was quite the scandal.
Honestly, my boy, are you sure you knew him at all?
[GASPING AND MURMURING]
SHACKLEBOLT: The Ministry has fallen.
The Minister of Magic is dead.
[WHISPERING] They are coming.
WOMAN 1: They're coming!
Nice meeting you, Mr. Potter.
[WOMAN 2 SHRIEKS]
HARRY: Ginny! - Harry! Go!
Go!
[HORN HONKS]
Here you go, sightseeing tour? Leaves in 15 minutes.
- Where are we? - Shaftesbury Avenue.
I used to come to the theater here with Mom and Dad.
I don't know why I thought of it. It just popped into my head.
This way.
HERMIONE: We need to change.
RON: How the ruddy...?
Undetectable Extension Charm.
You're amazing, you are.
Always the tone of surprise.
[THUD]
Ah. That'll be the books.
What about all the people at the wedding?
- Do you think we should go back? - They were after you.
We'd put everyone in danger by going back.
[MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING OVER HEADPHONES]
- Ron's right. WAITRESS: Ahem.
Coffee?
HERMIONE: A cappuccino, please. - You?
- What she said. - Same.
So where do we go from here? Leaky Cauldron?
It's too dangerous.
If Voldemort has taken over the Ministry, none of the old places are safe.
Everyone from the wedding will have gone underground, into hiding.
My rucksack with all my things, I've left it at the Burrow.
[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]
You're joking.
[SIGHS]
I've had all the essentials packed for days, just in case.
RON: By the way, these jeans, not my favorite.
HARRY: Down!
Stupefy!
[SINGING INDISTINCTLY]
DOLOHOV: Expulso!
[GRUNTS]
Petrificus Totalus.
Go.
Leave.
HARRY: Lock the door, get the lights.
[GLASS RATTLING]
This one's name is Rowle.
He was on the Astronomy Tower the night Snape killed Dumbledore.
This is Dolohov. I recognize him from the wanted posters.
So, what we gonna do with you, hey?
Kill us if it was turned round, wouldn't you?
HARRY: If we kill them, they'll know we were here.
HERMIONE: Ron.
Suppose he did Mad-Eye. How would you feel then?
It's better we wipe their memories.
You're the boss.
Hermione...
...you're the best at spells.
Obliviate.
HARRY: How is it they knew we were there?
HERMIONE: Maybe you still have the Trace on you?
Can't be. Trace breaks at 17. It's wizarding law.
[HERMIONE GASPS]
What?
We didn't celebrate your birthday, Harry.
Ginny and I, we prepared a cake.
We were going to bring it out at the end of the wedding.
I appreciate the thought, but given the fact that we were almost killed...
...by a couple of Death Eaters a few minutes ago...
Right.
Perspective.
We need to get off the streets, get somewhere safe.
[HERMIONE SHRIEKS]
What was that all about?
Probably Mad-Eye's idea, in case Snape decided to come snooping.
[CLATTERING]
Homenum Revelio.
We're alone.
OLLIVANDER: I believed another wand...
VOLDEMORT: You lied to me. OLLIVANDER: It makes no sense.
[OLLIVANDER GRUNTING]
I believed a different wand would work, I swear.
There must be another way.
[CLATTERING]
[DOOR OPENS]
RON: Harry? Hermione, where are you?
I think I've found something.
Lovely.
"Regulus Arcturus Black."
R.A.B.
HARRY: "I know I will be dead long before you read this.
I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it."
R.A.B. Is Sirius's brother.
Yes.
Question is, did he actually destroy the real Horcrux?
[CLATTERING]
[KREACHER GRUNTING]
You've been spying on us, have you?
KREACHER: Kreacher has been watching.
HERMIONE: Maybe he knows where the real locket is.
HARRY: Have you ever seen this before?
Kreacher?
It's Master Regulus' locket.
HARRY: But there were two, weren't there?
Where's the other one?
[KREACHER WHIMPERS]
Kreacher doesn't know where the other locket is.
Yes, but did you ever see it? Was it in this house?
Filthy Mudblood.
- Death Eaters are coming... - Ron.
KREACHER: Blood traitor, Weasley. - Answer her.
Yes.
It was here in this house.
A most evil object.
How do you mean?
Before Master Regulus died, he ordered Kreacher to destroy it...
...but no matter how hard Kreacher tried, he could not do it.
Well, where is it now?
- Did someone take it? - He came in the night.
He took many things, including the locket.
Who did?
Who was it, Kreacher?
Mundungus.
Mundungus Fletcher.
Find him.
[DOOR OPENS]
My father will hear about this.
NEVILLE: Hey, losers.
He isn't here.
As your new Minister for Magic...
...I promise to restore this temple of tolerance...
...to its former glory.
Therefore, beginning today...
...each employee will submit themselves...
...for evaluation.
But know this: You have nothing to fear...
...if you have nothing to hide.
[CHUCKLES]
- How much? - Two Galleons.
Come on, time is money. Cheers, pal.
MAN 1: Snatchers! MAN 2: Move out of the way.
- I told you. MAN 3: Get out.
MAN 2: Squash him.
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
[RON PLAYING BEETHOVEN'S "FÜR ELISE" OFF-KEY]
Be a bit gentler.
[HERMIONE PLAYING BEETHOVEN'S "FÜR ELISE"]
[RON CONTINUES PLAYING OFF-KEY]
[WHIRRING]
They have flesh memories.
When Scrimgeour first gave it to you, I thought it might open at your touch.
That Dumbledore had hidden something inside it.
MAN [ON RADIO]: Many of you are wondering...
...why Voldemort has yet to show himself now that he has vanquished...
...the most powerful symbol of opposition to him and his followers.
MUNDUNGUS [MUFFLED]: Get off.
Harry Potter, so long it's been.
MUNDUNGUS [IN NORMAL VOICE]: Get off me.
[ALL GRUNTING]
As requested, Kreacher has returned with the thief...
- Expelliarmus. ...Mundungus Fletcher.
What you playing at? Setting a pair of bleeding house-elves after me.
Dobby was only trying to help.
Dobby saw Kreacher in Diagon Alley, which Dobby thought was curious.
And then Dobby heard Kreacher mention Harry Potter's name.
- I just... - And then Dobby saw Kreacher...
...talking with the thief, Mundungus... - I'm no thief.
You foul little... Git.
I'm a purveyor of rare and wondrous objects.
You're a thief, Dung. Everyone knows it.
Master Weasley, so good to see you again.
Wicked trainers.
[NEWSPAPERS THUD]
Listen, I panicked that night, all right?
Could I help it if Mad-Eye fell off his broom?
KREACHER: You... HERMIONE: Tell the truth.
When you turned this place over... Don't deny it.
- You found a locket, am I right?
Why? Was it valuable?
HERMIONE: You still got it?
No, he's worried he didn't get enough money for it.
Bleeding give it away, didn't I?
[SIGHS]
There I was, flogging me wares in Diagon Alley...
...when some Ministry hag comes up and asks to see me license.
Says she's a mind to lock me up.
And would've done it too, if she hadn't taken a fancy to that locket.
- Who was she? The witch. Do you know? - No, l...
Well, she's there. Look.
Bleeding bow and all.
[GRUNTS]
[SNORING]
Right, remember what we said.
Don't speak to anyone unless absolutely necessary.
Just try and act normal. Do what everybody else is doing.
If we do that, then with a bit of luck, we'll get inside.
- And then... - It gets really tricky.
- Correct. - Yeah.
- This is completely mental. - Completely.
The world's mental.
Come on...
...we've got a Horcrux to find.
[TOILETS FLUSHING]
RON: We flush ourselves in.
That's bloody disgusting.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
GUARD 1: Name?
GUARD 2: You. Come.
MAN: What? What? GUARD 2: Come on.
- What did I do? - Just keep walking.
HARRY: Are those...? HERMIONE: Muggles.
In their rightful place.
Gotta tell you, I'm starting to freak out a bit.
How long did you say this batch of Polyjuice would last, Hermione?
I didn't.
[ELEVATOR DINGS]
YAXLEY: Cattermole.
It's still raining inside my office. That's two days now.
Have you tried an umbrella?
You do realize I'm going downstairs, don't you, Cattermole?
- Downstairs? - To interrogate your wife.
Now, if my wife's blood status were in doubt...
...and the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement...
...needed a job doing, I think I might just make that a priority.
You have one hour.
Oh, my God. What am I gonna do? My wife's all alone downstairs.
- Ron, you don't have a wife. - Oh, right.
FEMALE VOICE [OVER SPEAKERS]: Level 2.
RON: But how do I stop it raining?
HERMIONE: Try "Finite Incantatem."
FEMALE VOICE: Department of Magical Law Enforcement...
...and lmproper Use of Magic Department.
HERMIONE: This is you, Ron.
Finite Incantatem. Okay. And if that doesn't work...?
FEMALE VOICE: Level 1, Minister of Magic and support staff.
If we don't locate Umbridge within the hour...
...we go find Ron and come back another day.
- Deal? - Yes.
Ah, Mafalda. Travers sent you, did he?
Good, we'll go straight down.
Albert, aren't you getting out?
[ELEVATOR WHIRRING]
THICKNESSE: Runcorn.
[ALL CLAMORING]
[HONKS]
[WHISPERS] Accio locket.
MAN: All right, all right. Let's calm down, shall we?
Let's get back to work, please.
Calm down.
Runcorn.
Morning.
Ron, it's me.
Harry. Blimey, forgot what you looked like.
Where's Hermione?
She's gone down to the courtrooms, with Umbridge.
[ELEVATOR DOOR OPENS]
RON: Bloody cold down here.
ALDERTON: I'm a half-blood. My father was a wizard.
William Alderton. He worked here for 30 years.
Perhaps you know him. Always wore his jacket inside out.
No, there's been a mistake. I'm half-blood, you see.
We must go back. I'm half-blood.
UMBRIDGE: Mary Elizabeth Cattermole? MARY: Yes.
UMBRIDGE: Of 27 Chislehurst Gardens, Great Tolling, Evesham?
MARY: Yes. - It's here.
Mother to Maisie, Ellie and Alfred? Wife to Reginald?
Reg?
Thank you, Albert.
Mary Elizabeth Cattermole?
Yes.
A wand was taken from you upon your arrival at the Ministry today.
Is this that wand?
Please tell the court from which witch or wizard you took this wand?
MARY: I didn't take it.
I got it in Diagon Alley, at OIlivander's, when I was 11.
It chose me.
You're lying.
Wands only choose witches, and you are not a witch.
But I am.
Tell them, Reg. Tell them what I am.
Reg, tell them what I am.
[WHIRRING AND CHITTERING]
What on earth are you doing, Albert?
You're lying, Dolores.
And one mustn't tell lies.
Stupefy!
[GRUNTS]
MARY: It's Harry Potter.
It is, isn't it? This'll be one to tell the kids.
[SHRIEKING]
Expecto Patronum!
[CHATTERING]
MARY: Oh. Oh. Oh.
Mary, go home.
Get the kids.
I'll meet you there. We have to get out of the country, understand?
Mary, do as I say.
Mary?
Who's that?
Long story. Nice meeting you.
MAN 1: It's Harry Potter.
It's Harry. Harry Potter.
MAN 2: There he is. - Get him!
MAN 3: Get him! MAN 4: Stop him!
[MAN 5 GRUNTS]
MAN 6: Watch out. MAN 7: Look out.
MAN 8: This way!
[HARRY GRUNTING]
[YELLS]
RON: Expelliarmus!
[PANTING]
[BIRD SQUAWKING]
RON: Oh, my God.
HERMIONE: Shh, shh, shh. It's all right. It's okay.
[RON GROANING]
Harry. Harry, quickly, in my bag.
There's a bottle labeled "Essence of Dittany."
Shh. Shh.
Okay, okay. Quickly.
- Accio Dittany. HERMIONE: Shh.
It's all right. Unstopper it.
Hermione, his arm.
I know, just do it.
It's okay.
- Okay, it's gonna sting a little bit. - What happened? I thought we meant...
...to be going back to Grimmauld Place. HERMIONE: We were. We were. Shh.
It's all right. One more, one more.
We were there, we were there, but Yaxley had hold of me, and I...
I knew once he'd seen where we were, we couldn't stay...
...so I brought us here...
...but Ron got splinched.
It's all right.
Protego Totalum.
Salvio Hexia.
What are you doing?
Protective enchantments.
I don't fancy another visit like the one we had in Shaftesbury Avenue, do you?
You can get going on the tent.
- Tent? HERMIONE: Protego Totalum.
HARRY: Where am I supposed to find a tent?
HERMIONE: Repello Muggletum. Muffliato.
HERMIONE: You first.
HARRY: Dissendium.
[LOCKET CHITTERING]
Incendio.
[CHITTERING CONTINUES]
Expulso.
Diffindo.
Reducto.
[PANTING]
[CHITTERING CONTINUES]
HERMIONE: What are you doing?
We have to keep it safe until we find out how to destroy it.
Seems strange, mate. Dumbledore sends you off...
...to find all these Horcruxes, but doesn't tell you how to destroy them.
Doesn't that bother you?
[SIGHS]
MAN [ON RADIO]: A goblin by the name of Gornuk was killed.
It is believed that Muggle-born Dean Thomas and a second goblin...
...both believed to have been traveling with Tonks, Cresswell...
...and Gornuk, may have escaped.
If Dean is listening or anyone has any knowledge of his whereabouts...
...his parents and sisters are desperate for news.
Meanwhile, a Muggle family of five has been found dead in their home.
VOLDEMORT [WHISPER IN VOICEOVER]: You know the spell, Harry.
[GASPS]
Tell me.
Tell me, Gregorovitch.
GREGOROVITCH: It was stolen from me.
Who was he? The thief?
GREGOROVITCH: It was a boy. It was he who took it.
I never saw it again.
I swear on my life.
I believe you.
[GREGOROVITCH WHIMPERING]
VOLDEMORT: Avada Kedavra!
[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]
I thought it had stopped.
You can't keep letting him in, Harry.
HARRY: You-Know-Who has found Gregorovitch.
The wandmaker?
He wants something that Gregorovitch used to have...
...but I don't know what.
But he wants it desperately. I mean, it's as if his life depends on it.
[STATIC CRACKLES ON RADIO]
HERMIONE: Don't.
- It comforts him. - It sets my teeth on edge.
What's he expecting to hear, good news?
MAN [ON RADIO]: Who long expected it, the fall of the Ministry was shocking.
I think he just hopes he doesn't hear bad news.
We promise to remain your eyes and ears...
How long before he can travel?
- Bringing you news when we can, from wherever we can.
I'm doing everything I can.
You're not doing enough!
HERMIONE: Take it off.
I said, take it off now.
- Better? - Loads.
We'll take it in turns, okay?
[TWIG SNAPS]
[RADIO SIGNAL WAVERING]
MAN [ON RADIO]: Finch does admit his invention currently has one short.
And now, other news:
Severus Snape, newly-appointed headmaster of Hogwarts...
...has decreed that all students must conform to the latest house rules.
[RUSTLING]