Hogwarts bears little resemblance to the school under Dumbledore's leadership.
Snape's curriculum is severe, reflecting the wishes of the Dark Lord...
...and infractions are dealt with harshly by the two Death Eaters on staff.
What's that?
What's that smell?
What you doing? - It's heavy.
Oh, sorry. Do you want me to carry it?
Yeah, thank you. Don't be ridiculous. Pick it up.
Numpty.
Snatchers.
Good to know your enchantments work.
He could smell it. My perfume.
I've told you...
...Ron isn't strong enough to Apparate.
Well, then, we'll go on foot.
And next time, Hermione, as much as I like your perfume, just don't wear any.
And now for the names of missing witches and wizards.
These are confirmed.
Thankfully, the list is short today.
Jason and Alison Denbright.
Oh. Thank you.
Bella, Jake, Charlie, and Madge Farley.
Joe Laurie.
Eleanor Sarah Gibbs.
Harry and Bronwyn Trigg.
Rob and Ellie Dowson.
Georgia Clark-Day.
Joshua Flexson.
George Coutas.
Gabriella and Emily Mather.
Jacob and Mimi Erland.
William and Brian Gallagher.
He doesn't know what he's doing, does he?
None of us do.
Toby and Olivia Gleaves.
Katie and James Killick.
Elsie Valentine Schroeder.
Jennifer Winston.
Tamsin and lola Hillicker.
Scarlet and Kitty Sharp.
Oh, my God.
What?
I'll tell you in a minute.
Maybe you could tell me now.
The sword of Gryffindor, it's goblin-made.
Brilliant.
No, you don't understand.
Dirt and rust have no effect on the blade.
It only takes in that which makes it stronger.
Okay.
Harry, you've already destroyed one Horcrux, right?
Tom Riddle's diary in the Chamber of Secrets.
With a Basilisk fang. If you tell me you've got one of those...
- ... in that bloody beaded bag of yours... - Don't you see?
In the Chamber of Secrets, you stabbed the Basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor.
Its blade is impregnated with Basilisk venom.
It only takes in that which makes it stronger.
- Exactly, which is why- - It can destroy Horcruxes.
That's why Dumbledore left it to you in his will.
You are brilliant, Hermione. Truly.
Actually, I'm highly logical, which allows me to look past extraneous detail...
...and perceive clearly that which others overlook.
Yeah, there's only one problem, of course.
The sword was stolen.
Yeah, I'm still here.
But you two carry on. Don't let me spoil the fun.
- What's wrong? - Wrong? Nothing's wrong.
Not according to you, anyway.
Look, if you've got something to say, don't be shy. Spit it out.
All right, I'll spit it out. But don't expect me to be grateful...
...because there's another damn thing we've gotta find.
I thought you knew what you signed up for.
Yeah. I thought I did too.
Well then, I'm sorry, but I don't quite understand.
What part of this isn't living up to your expectations?
Did you think we were gonna be staying in a hotel?
Finding a Horcrux every other day? Thought you'd be back by Christmas?
I just thought, after all this time...
...we would've achieved something. I thought you knew what you were doing.
I thought Dumbledore told you something worthwhile.
- I thought you had a plan. - I told you everything Dumbledore told me.
In case you haven't noticed, we found a Horcrux.
Yeah, and we're as close to getting rid of it as we are to finding the rest of them.
Ron. Please, take-
Take the Horcrux off. You wouldn't be saying this...
...if you hadn't been wearing it all day.
Want to know why I listen to that radio?
To make sure I don't hear Ginny's name, or Fred, or George or Mom.
You think I'm not listening? You think I don't know how this feels?!
No, you don't know how it feels!
Your parents are dead. You have no family.
Stop. Stop. Fine, then go!
Go, then!
Fine.
Ron.
And you?
Are you coming or you staying?
Fine. I get it.
I saw you two the other night.
Ron, that's- That's nothing.
Ron-
Ron, where are you going?
Please, come back.
Ron.
Ron!
Salvio Hexia.
Repellum Muggletum.
Salvio Hexia.
Poor old Jim's white as a ghost
He's found the answer that we lost
We're all weeping now Weeping because
There ain't nothing we can do To protect you
O children
Lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice
Hey, little train, we're jumping on
The train that goes to the kingdom
We're happy, Ma We're having fun
And the train ain't even left the station
Hey, little train, wait for me
I once was blind but now I see
Have you left a seat for me?
Is that such a stretch of the imagination?
Hey, little train, wait for me
I was held in chains but now I'm free
I'm hanging in there Don't you see?
In this process of elimination
Hey, little train, we're jumping on
The train that goes to the kingdom
We're happy, Ma We're having fun
It's beyond my wildest expectation
Hey, little train, we're jumping on
The train that goes to the kingdom
We're happy, Ma We're having fun
The train ain't even left the station
Hermione.
Hermione? You were right.
Snitches have flesh memories...
...but I didn't catch the first Snitch with my hand, I almost swallowed it.
- "I open at the close. " - What do you think that means?
I don't know.
I found something as well.
At first I thought it was an eye, but now I don't think it is.
It isn't a rune, and it isn't anywhere in Spellman's Syllabary.
Somebody inked it in. It isn't part of the book. Somebody drew it.
Luna's dad was wearing that at Bill and Fleur's wedding.
Why would someone draw it in a children's book?
Look, Hermione, I've been thinking.
I want to go to Godric's Hollow.
It's where I was born. It's where my parents died.
That's exactly where he'll expect you to go because it means something to you.
Yeah, but it means something to him too, Hermione.
You-Know-Who almost died there.
I mean, isn't that exactly the type of place he'd be likely to hide a Horcrux?
It's dangerous, Harry.
But even I have to admit, recently I've been thinking we'll have to go there.
I think it's possible something else is hidden there.
What?
The sword.
If Dumbledore wanted you to find it, but didn't want it in the Ministry's hands...
...where better to hide it than the birthplace of the founder of Gryffindor?
Hermione...
Don't ever let me give you a haircut again.
I still think we should've used Polyjuice Potion.
No.
This is where I was born.
I'm not returning as someone else.
Good night. Ha-ha-ha.
Harry, I think it's Christmas Eve.
Listen.
Do you think they'd be in there, Hermione?
My mom and dad.
Yeah, I think they would.
"Ignotus Peverell. "
Hey, Harry?
Merry Christmas, Hermione.
Merry Christmas, Harry.
Harry, there's someone watching us. By the church.
I think I know who that is.
I don't like this, Harry.
Hermione, she knew Dumbledore. She might have the sword.
This is where they died, Hermione.
This is where he murdered them.
You're Bathilda, aren't you?
Here, let me do that.
Miss Bagshot, who is this man?
Harry.
Lumos.
Harry!
Confringo!
Are you feeling better?
You've outdone yourself this time, Hermione.
The Forest of Dean.
I came here once with Mom and Dad, years ago.
It's just how I remember it.
The trees, the river, everything.
Like nothing's changed.
Not true, of course. Everything's changed.
If I brought my parents back here now, they probably wouldn't recognize any of it.
Not the trees, not the river...
...not even me.
Maybe we should just stay here, Harry.
Grow old.
You wanted to know who the boy in the photograph was.
I know.
Gellert Grindelwald.
He's the thief I saw in Gregorovitch's Wand Shop.
Speaking of which, where is my wand?
Where's my wand, Hermione?
As we were leaving Godric's Hollow, I cast a curse and it rebounded.
I'm sorry.
- I tried to mend it, but wands are different. - It's done.
Leave me yours. Go inside and get warm.
I'll take the locket as well.
Trust me.
Lumos.
Accio sword.
Diffindo.
Hermione? - Are you mental?
It was you?
Well, yeah. Bit obvious, I think.
And you cast the doe as well, did you?
- No, I thought that was you. - No, my Patronus is a stag.
Right. Yeah. Antlers.
Okay, Ron. Do it.
I can't handle it. That thing affects me more than it affects you and Hermione.
- All the more reason. - No. I can't.
Then why are you here?
Why did you come back?
Now, I'll have to speak to it in order for it to open. When it does, don't hesitate.
I don't know what's in there, but it'll put up a fight.
The bit of Riddle that was in that diary tried to kill me.
All right.
One...
...two...
...three.
I have seen your heart, and it is mine.
I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley...
...and I have seen your fears.
Least loved by your mother, who craved a daughter.
Least loved by the girl who prefers your friend.
Ron, kill it!
We were better without you.
Happier without you.
Who could look at you compared to Harry Potter?
What are you compared with the Chosen One?
Ron, it's lying!
Your mother confessed she would have preferred me as a son.
What woman would take you?
You are nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing compared to him.
Just think...
...only three to go.
Hermione?
Is everything all right?
It's fine. Actually, you know, it's more than fine.
Hey.
You complete ass, Ronald Weasley!
You show up here after weeks, and you say "hey"?
- Where's my wand? Where's my wand? - I don't know.
- Harry Potter, give me my wand. - I don't have it.
- How come he's got your wand? - Never mind why he's got my wand.
What is that?
You destroyed it.
And how is it that you just happen to have the sword of Gryffindor?
It's a long story.
- Don't think this changes anything. - Oh, of course not.
I only just destroyed a bloody Horcrux. Why would that change anything?
Look, I wanted to come back as soon as I left.
- I just didn't know how to find you. Yeah, how did you find us?
With this. It doesn't just turn off lights.
I don't know how it works, but Christmas morning I was sleeping in this little pub...
...keeping away from some Snatchers...
...and I heard it.
It?
A voice...
...your voice, Hermione...
...coming out of it.
- And what exactly did I say, may I ask? - My name.
Just my name.
Like a whisper.
So I took it, clicked it, and this tiny ball of light appeared.
And I knew.
And sure enough, it floated toward me, the ball of light...
...went right to my chest, straight through me. Right here.
And I knew it was gonna take me where I needed to go, so I Disapparated...
...and came to this hillside.
It was dark. I had no idea where I was.
I just hoped that one of you would show yourself.
And you did.
I've always liked these flames Hermione makes.
How long do you reckon she'll stay mad at me?
Well, just keep talking about that little ball of light touching your heart...
...and she'll come round.
It was true. Every word.
This is gonna sound crazy...
...but I think that's why Dumbledore left it to me, the Deluminator.
I think he knew that somehow I'd need it to find my way back, and she'd lead me.
Bloody hell, I just realized, you need a wand, don't you?
- Yeah. - I've got one here.
It's a blackthorn. Ten inches.
Nothing special, but I reckon it'll do.
Took if off a Snatcher a couple of weeks ago.
Don't tell Hermione this, but they're a bit dim, Snatchers.
This one was definitely part troll, the smell of him.
Engorgio.
- Reducio! What's going on in there?
- Nothing. - Nothing.
We need to talk.
Yeah, all right.
- I want to go see Xenophilius Lovegood. - Sorry?
See this?
It's a letter Dumbledore wrote to Grindelwald. Look at the signature.
It's the mark again.
It keeps cropping up.
In Beedle the Bard, in the graveyard in Godric's Hollow.
It was there too.
- Where? Outside Gregorovitch's Wand Shop.
But what does it mean?
Look, you've got no idea where the next Horcrux is, and neither do I...
...but this, this means something.
- I'm sure of it. - Yeah. Hermione's right.
We ought to see Lovegood.
Let's vote on it. Those in favor?
You're not still mad at him, are you?
I'm always mad at him.
Luna.
"Keep off the dirigible plums. "
What is it? Who are you?
What do you want?
Hello, Mr. Lovegood. I'm Harry Potter. We met a few months ago.
Could we come in?
Where is Luna? - Luna?
She'll be along.
So how can I help you, Mr. Potter?
Well, actually...
It was about something you were wearing round your neck at the wedding. A symbol.
You mean this?
Yes.
That exactly.
What we've wondered is, what is it?
What is it?
Well, it's the sign of the Deathly Hallows, of course.
The what? - The what?
The Deathly Hallows.
I assume you're all familiar with "The Tale of the Three Brothers. "
Yes. - No.
I have it in here.
"There were once three brothers...
...who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. "
Midnight. Mom always said "midnight. "
But "twilight's" fine. Better, actually.
Do you want to read it?
No. It's fine.
"There were once three brothers...
...who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight.
In time, the brothers reached a river too treacherous to pass.
But being learned in the magical arts...
...the three brothers simply waved their wands and made a bridge.
Before they could cross, however...
...they found their path blocked by a hooded figure.
It was Death, and he felt cheated.
Cheated because travelers would normally drown in the river.
But Death was cunning.
He pretended to congratulate the three brothers on their magic...
...and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him.
The oldest asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence.
So Death fashioned him one from an elder tree that stood nearby.
The second brother decided he wanted to humiliate Death even further...
...and asked for the power to recall loved ones from the grave.
So Death plucked a stone from the river and offered it to him.
Finally, Death turned to the third brother.
A humble man...
...he asked for something that would allow him to go forth from that place...
...without being followed by Death.
And so it was that Death reluctantly handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.
The first brother traveled to a distant village...
...where, with the Elder Wand in hand...
...he killed a wizard with whom he had once quarreled.
Drunk with the power that the Elder Wand had given him...
...he bragged of his invincibility.
But that night, another wizard stole the wand...
...and slit the brother's throat for good measure.
And so Death took the first brother for his own.
The second brother journeyed to his home...
...where he took the stone and turned it thrice in hand.
To his delight, the girl he'd once hoped to marry before her untimely death...
...appeared before him.
Yet, soon she turned sad and cold for she did not belong in the mortal world.
Driven mad with hopeless longing...
...the second brother killed himself so as to join her.
And so Death took the second brother.
As for the third brother...
...Death searched for many years but was never able to find him.
Only when he attained a great age did the youngest brother...
...shed the Cloak of Invisibility and give it to his son.
He then greeted Death as an old friend and went with him gladly...
...departing this life as equals. "
So there you are. Those are the Deathly Hallows.
I'm sorry, sir. I still don't quite understand.
Where's that pen I had?
The Elder Wand.
The most powerful wand ever made.
The Resurrection Stone.
The Cloak of Invisibility.
Together, they make the Deathly Hallows.
Together, they make one master of Death.
That mark was on a grave in Godric's Hollow.
Uh, Mr. Lovegood, does the Peverell Family...
...have anything to do with the Deathly Hallows?
Uh- Uh-
Ignotus- Excuse me. -and his brothers, Cadmus and Antioch...
...are thought to be the original owners of the Hallows...
...and therefore the inspiration for the story. Uh- Uh-
But your tea's gone cold.
I'll be right back.
Let's go down here.
Let's get out of here.
I'm not drinking any more of that stuff, hot or cold.
Thank you, sir.
- You forgot the water. - Water?
For the tea.
Did-? Did I?
How silly of me.
It's no matter. We really should be going anyway.
No, you can't!
Sir?
You're my only hope.
They were angry, you see, about what I'd been writing.
So they took her.
They took my Luna.
My Luna.
But it's really you they want.
Who took her, sir?
Voldemort.
Stop! I've got him!
That treacherous little bleeder. Is there no one we can trust?
They kidnapped her because he supported me.
He was just desperate.
I'll do the enchantments.
Hello, beautiful.
Well, don't hang about, snatch them.
Harry.
Tell me, Grindelwald. Tell me where it is.
Grindelwald. Grindelwald. Grindelwald.
Hello, Tom. I knew you would come one day...
...but surely you must know I no longer have what you seek.
- Tell me, Grindelwald. Tell me where it is. - Ha-ha-ha.
Tell me who possesses it.
The Elder Wand lies with him, of course...
...buried in the earth.
Dumbledore.
The Hallows exist...
...but he's only after one of them, the last one. He knows where it is.
He's gonna have it by the end of the night. You-Know-Who's found the Elder Wand.
- Don't touch her. Unh! Leave him.
Your boyfriend will get worse than that...
Get off me.
...if he doesn't learn to behave himself.
What happened to you, ugly?
No, not you.
- What's your name? - Dudley. Vernon Dudley.
Check it.
And you, my lovely...
...what do they call you?
Penelope Clearwater, half-blood.
There's no Vernon Dudley on here.
Did you hear that, ugly? The list says you're lying.
How come you don't want us to know who you are?
The list's wrong. I told you who I am.
Change of plan.
We're not taking this lot to the Ministry.
Get Draco.
Well?
I can't be sure. - Draco. Look closely, son.
If we are the ones to hand Potter over to the Dark Lord...
...everything would be forgiven. All would be as it was, you understand?
Now, we won't be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope, Mr. Malfoy.
You dare to talk to me like that in my own house?
Lucius.
Don't be shy, sweetie. Come over.
Now, if this isn't who we think it is, Draco, and we call him, he'll kill us all.
We need to be absolutely sure.
What's wrong with his face?
Yes, what is wrong with his face?
He came to us like that.
Something he picked up in the forest, I reckon.
Or ran into a Stinging Jinx. Was it you, dearie?
Give me her wand. We'll see what her last spell was.
Ah. Got you.
What is that?
Where'd you get that from?
It was in her bag when we searched her. Reckon it's mine now.
Are you mad?
Go! Get out!
Cissy, put the boys in the cellar.
I want to have a little conversation with this one, girl-to-girl.
What are we gonna do? We can't leave Hermione alone with her.
Ron?
Harry?
Luna?
That sword is meant to be in my vault at Gringotts. How did you get it?
What else did you and your friends take from my vault?!
I didn't take anything. Please. I didn't take anything.
I don't believe it.
We have to do something.
There's no way out of here. We've tried everything. It's enchanted.
Please! please! Shut up!
You're bleeding, Harry.
That's a curious thing to keep in your sock.
Help us.
- Let her go. Shut up. Get back.
You, goblin, come with me.
- Aah! - Dobby?
What are you doing here?
Dobby has come to rescue Harry Potter, of course.
Dobby will always be there for Harry Potter.
You can Apparate in and out of this room? Could you take us with you?
Of course, sir. I'm an elf.
Works for me.
Dobby, I want you to take Luna and Mr. Ollivander-
Shell Cottage on the outskirts of Tinworth.
Trust me.
Whenever you're ready, sir.
Sir? I like her very much.
Meet me at the top of the stairs in 10 seconds.
Ow.
Who gets his wand?
I'm only going to ask you once more, goblin.
Think very, very carefully before you answer.
I don't know.
You don't know? Why weren't you doing your job?
Who got into my vault?
Who stole it? Who stole it? Well?
When I was last in your vault, the sword was there.
Oh, well then, perhaps it just walked out on its own then.
There is no place safer than Gringotts.
Liar!
Consider yourself lucky, goblin.
The same won't be said for this one.
Like hell.
Expelliarmus!
Stupefy.
Stop!
Drop your wands.
I said, drop them!
Pick them up, Draco, now.
Well, well, well, look what we have here.
It's Harry Potter.
He's all bright and shiny and new again, just in time for the Dark Lord.
Call him.
Stupefy!
Stupid elf.
- You could've killed me. - Dobby never meant to kill.
Dobby only meant to maim or seriously injure.
How dare you take a witch's wand?
How dare you defy your masters?
Dobby has no master.
Dobby is a free elf.
And Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends.
Hermione.
You're all right. We're safe.
We're all safe.
Harry Potter.
Dobby.
Dobby. No, just- Hold on.
Hold on. Look, just hold on, okay?
We'll fix you.
Hermione will have something.
In your bag. Hermione?
Hermione?
What is it? Help me.
Such a beautiful place...
...to be with friends.
Dobby is happy to be with his friend...
...Harry Potter.
We should close his eyes.
Don't you think?
There.
Now he could be sleeping.
I want to bury him.
Properly. Without magic.