PRISONER OF AZKABAN
Based on the book by
FULL TAN DRAFT
February 24, 2003
1 EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT 1
The street slumbers, adrift in shadow. Then... a curious
BEAM OF LIGHT BOBS beyond the second-story window of
2 INT. HARRY'S ROOM - SAME TIME - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT 2
A tent of blankets. Within... the SHADOW of a BOY. A
The tent BLOOMS SOFTLY with light -- briefly illuminating
a bedside PHOTOGRAPH (of James & Lily Potter) -- then
The blankets bloom once again when, down the hall, a
TOILET FLUSHES. Instantly, the SHADOW stiffens, the
blankets DIM, and the tent flattens. Just as...
... the bedroom door OPENS, revealing... UNCLE VERNON.
He peers inside, eyes flashing suspiciously, then...
The tent rises.
As the blankets blaze, we CUT INSIDE, find a SKINNY BOY
with a crow's nest of black hair, thick glasses sitting
crookedly atop his nose: HARRY POTTER. Open before him
is Violeta Stitch's Extreme Incantations. Once again, he
2A EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - SAME TIME - NIGHT 2A
A BLINDING BLAST OF LIGHT FLASHES from the second story
window of Number Four. DOGS BARK. And a TITLE CARD
Prisoner of Azkaban
2B INT. HARRY'S ROOM - SAME TIME - NIGHT 2B
The light in the hallway SNAPS on, Harry's tent droops
once more and, seconds later, Harry's door eases open.
Uncle Vernon peers in and switches on the light. The
room is utterly SILENT. Slowly, he closes the door.
3 OMITTED 3
6 INT. FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - STAIRWAY/FRONT HALL - DAY 6
The DOORBELL CHIMES and a shrill VOICE THUNDERS:
AUNT PETUNIA (O.S.)
Harry bounds down the stairs and into the front hall,
where his AUNT PETUNIA and cousin DUDLEY stand stiffly.
Petunia flicks a bit of fluff from Dudley's sweater,
glowers crossly at Harry, and jerks her head toward the
Well, go on. Open it.
Harry reaches for the knob when -- BLAM! -- it BURSTS
OPEN, revealing a LARGE, WADDLING WOMAN (AUNT MARGE) and
a LARGE WADDLING BULLDOG (RIPPER). Uncle Vernon lurches
forward out of the teeming RAIN, an ENORMOUS SUITCASE in
hand, and drops it on Harry.
Marge! Welcome! How was the
Wretched. Ripper got sick.
Ah. How... unfortunate.
I would've left him with the
others, but he pines so when I'm
away. Don't you, darling?
Aunt Marge puckers her lips at Ripper and leads him down
the hallway. Harry follows with Uncle Vernon.
6 CONTINUED: 6
Uncle Vernon. I need you to sign
What is it?
Nothing. Something for school...
Uncle Vernon eyes the PARCHMENT in Harry's hand
Later perhaps. If you behave.
I will if she does.
(turning, eyeing Harry)
So. Still here, are you?
Don't say 'yes' in that ungrateful
tone. Damn good of my brother to
keep you, if you ask me.
(to Vernon, Petunia)
It'd have been straight to an
orphanage if he'd been dumped on
Just then Dudley -- sitting comatose before the TV --
emits a HOLLOW, BRAIN-DEAD CHUCKLE.
Is that my Dudders! Hm? Is that
my neffy poo? Come and say hello
to your Auntie Marge.
Marge flashes a thick FAN of POUND NOTES. Dudley blinks,
waddles forward, and extends his plump palm obediently.
Harry looks on, then sees Ripper snuffling about his
7 INT. FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - DINING ROOM - DUSK 7
As Harry clears the dishes, Uncle Vernon brings out a
bottle of brandy.
7 CONTINUED: 7
Can I tempt you, Marge?
Just a small one. A bit more... a
bit more... That's the boy.
Aah. Excellent nosh, Petunia.
It's normally just a fry-up for
me, what with twelve dogs.
She smacks her lips, lowers her brandy, and lets Ripper
take a slobbery lap out of the glass... then catches
What are you smirking at! Where
is it that you send him, Vernon?
St. Brutus's. It's a first-rate
institution for hopeless cases.
Hearing this, Harry frowns, glances at Uncle Vernon, who
glares darkly at him.
I see. And do they use the cane
at St. Brutus's, boy?
Oh, yes. I've been beaten loads
Excellent. I won't have this
namby-pamby wishy-washy nonsense
about not hitting people who
Still. Mustn't blame yourself for
how this one's turned out, Vernon.
It all comes down to blood. Bad
blood will out. What is it the
boy's father did, Petunia?
Nothing. That is... he didn't
work. He was -- unemployed.
7 CONTINUED: (2) 7
Of course. And a drunk,
I expect --
That's a lie.
Aunt Marge pauses on her wine, eyes narrowing on Harry.
What did you say?
My dad wasn't a drunk.
POP! The GLASS in Aunt Marge's hand EXPLODES.
Oh my goodness! Marge!
Not to worry, Petunia. I have a
very firm grip.
Harry stares at the shattered glass in surprise.
You go to bed. Now.
Quiet, Vernon. It doesn't matter
about the father. In the end it
comes down to the mother. You see
it all the time with dogs. If
there's something wrong with the
bitch, there'll be something wrong
with the pup...
Shut up! Shut up!
Aunt Marge starts to reply, when -- ZING! -- a BUTTON on
her dress sails into the air. SEAMS GROAN. THREAD
SNAPS. Aunt Marge's eyes WIDEN. Her cheeks BILLOW. Her
whole body BILLOWS. And she begins to INFLATE like a
As she rises, Uncle Vernon leaps for her. RIPPER GROWLS,
fixes his teeth to his trousers. Harry frightened by
what he's done, watches Aunt Marge BOUNCE GENTLY across
the ceiling and into the CONSERVATORY.
7A EXT. BACK YARD - CONTINUOUS ACTION - DUSK 7A
The others race outside. As Aunt Marge begins to float
away, Uncle Vernon grips her hands.
Don't worry! I've got you...
Slowly... to his horror... Uncle Vernon himself begins to
RISE. Aunt Marge looks fearfully into his eyes...
Vernon. Don't you dare --
But he does. He lets go. Falls to his knees. And
watches Aunt Marge float away.
8 INT. HARRY'S ROOM - DUSK (SECONDS LATER) 8
Harry crashes inside, takes his TRUNK, then puts his heel
to a LOOSE FLOORBOARD and removes his WAND from its
hiding place. Turning, he grabs the PHOTOGRAPH of his
9 INT. HALLWAY - DUSK (SECONDS LATER) 9
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Harry tows the TRUNK down the
stairs... finds Uncle Vernon waiting for him.
YOU BRING HER BACK! YOU BRING HER
BACK AND PUT HER RIGHT!
No! She deserved what she got!
And you... you keep away from me.
Uncle Vernon eyes Harry's wand nervously, then grins with
You're not allowed to do magic out
of school. They won't have you
now. You've got nowhere to go.
Harry realizes it's true. Briefly falters. Then:
Anywhere's better than here.
9A EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - DUSK (SECONDS LATER) 9A
As Harry storms out with his trunk, we DOLLY TO the
street WITH him. High in the sky, a plump DOT rises.
10 EXT. MAGNOLIA CRESCENT - NIGHT (LATER) 10
Harry walks and walks and walks, then... stops. Glances
about. An empty PLAYGROUND. SWINGS CREAKING gently on
rusted chains. A tiny CAROUSEL, kissed gently by the
wind, turning slowly.
Harry drops the trunk. Sits. Deep in the night, an
ALARM SHRIEKS, goes SILENT. Harry, still as a statue.
Listening. In the trees above, LEAVES TREMBLE. The WIND
Harry turns, studies the swaying swings, the carousel.
Then, he... stiffens. Turns back. Sensing something in
the shadows across the street, he rises. Slowly draws
Then he sees... it. Something BIG. Darker than the
shadows which conceal it. Something with WIDE, GLEAMING
Harry steps back. Afraid to look. Afraid not to. Wand
outstretched... he TRIPS, tumbles over the forgotten
trunk. The tip of his wand BLAZES.
BANG! TWIN BEAMS of BLINDING LIGHT spear the night.
GIANT WHEELS bear down. Harry rolls clear -- just as a
PREPOSTEROUSLY PURPLE, TRIPLE-DECKER BUS SCREECHES to a
halt. GOLD LETTERS glimmer above the windscreen: The
DOORS HISS. Snap back. REVEAL STAN SHUNPIKE, an 18-
year-old boy in a WRINKLED CONDUCTOR'S UNIFORM. Pasty
face. Raccoon eyes. Stan looks like he hasn't seen the
sun in years.
Welcome to the Knight Bus.
Emergency transport for the
stranded witch or wizard. My name
is Stan Shunpike, and I will be
your conductor this evening.
(peering at Harry)
Wha' choo doin' down there?
Wha' choo fall over for?
10 CONTINUED: 10
I didn't do it on purpose.
Stan eyes Harry suspiciously, nods slowly.
Well, come on then. Let's not
wait for the grass to grow.
As Stan grabs Harry's trunk, Harry peers into the shadows
across the street -- now simply shadows -- and climbs
11 INT. THE KNIGHT BUS - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 11
No seats. Only BEDS. The BRASS frames need a shine, the
lines a wash. In one bed, a DISHEVELED WIZARD GRUNTS,
turns over in his sleep.
Not now... I'm pickling slugs...
Behind the wheel, ERNIE, an UNSHAVEN WIZARD in THICK
GLASSES, stares straight ahead, armpits stained with
sweat. A SHRUNKEN HEAD dangles from the rearview mirror,
MUTTERING incessantly through the STITCHES that lace its
Take 'er away, Ern.
Yeah, take it away!
BANG! Ernie rockets away and the beds -- as one -- slide
six inches to the rear. Harry drops onto the bed
nearest, peers up at the CHANDELIER SWAYING directly
above his head. Beyond the windscreen ONCOMING TRAFFIC
WHIPS past in a blur.
Wot you say your name was again?
Stan, huddled in an armchair, peeks over The Daily
Prophet, eyes Harry coolly, before disappearing once
more. Harry brushes the fringe of his hair over his
scar, watches an AMBULANCE -- SIREN WAILING -- careen
11 CONTINUED: 11
Whereabouts you headin'?
Harry hesitates. He hadn't thought about this. Decides.
The Leaky Cauldron. That's in
Is it now? Get that, Ern? The
Leaky Cauldron. That's in London.
Stan grins with sinister delight, showing BAD TEETH.
Leaky Cauldron! Stay away from
the pea soup!
As the Shrunken Head CACKLES with delight, Harry peers
out the windscreen, watches London careering by.
Isn't this a bit... dangerous?
Naah. Haven't had an accident
in -- what? -- a week is it, Ern?
Heads up! Little old lady at
Sure enough, directly ahead, a LITTLE OLD LADY is
crossing the street. Ernie HITS the BRAKES HARD and
Harry flies forward, palms to the window. The brakes
pinch down, the bus stops inches from the old lady, and
Harry flies back onto his bed. BANG! The bus rockets
forward once more.
As Harry rights himself, he notices the HEADLINE of
Stan's Daily Prophet: ESCAPE FROM AZKABAN! Below, a
sunken-faced MAN with long, matted hair glowers from a
Who is that? That man.
Who is that? That's Sirius Black,
that is. Don' tell me you ne'er
been hearin' o' Sirius Black?
11 CONTINUED: (2) 11
Harry shakes his head, still staring at the man's face.
A murderer, he is. Got 'imself
locked up in Azkaban for it.
How'd he escape?
Tha's the question, isn't it?
He's the firs' that's done it.
Gives me the collywobbles thinking
he's out there, though, I'll tell
you that. Big supporter of You-
Know-'Oo, Black was. Reckon you
heard o' him.
Harry nods and, as he does, Black's eyes shift. Meet
Yeah. Him I've heard of.
Just then, a pair of DOUBLE-DECKER BUSES sweep directly
toward the Knight Bus. Before can scream, the entire
Knight Bus SQUEEZES DOWN and shoots the gap between the
two onrushing buses. The Shrunken Head winces.
This bus. Don't the Muggles ever...
Them! Don' listen properly, do
they? Don' look properly either.
Never notice nuffink, they don'.
Just then, a COUPLE walking a DOG are engulfed by a RUSH
of WIND as the (invisible) Knight Bus WHOOSHES past. The
couple glances about in bewilderment. The DOG YAPS
Ernie fans the wheel, sending the Knight Bus into a
dizzying 360-degree turn. HEADLIGHTS pinwheel past the
windows as the bus rides up on two wheels and Harry is
sent flying once more. Grabbing fast to the center POLE,
he pirouettes through the air when Ernie... SLAMS on the
12 EXT. CHARING CROSS ROAD/LEAKY CAULDRON - NIGHT 12
The Knight Bus fishtails INTO VIEW and SQUEALS to a stop,
centimeters from a PARKED CAR. WHOOSH! The bus settles
and -- TINK! -- taps the bumper. Instantly, the car's
12A INT. THE KNIGHT BUS - SAME TIME - NIGHT 12A
The chandelier sways drunkenly as the bus doors open.
The steps GROAN with heavy feet and a FIGURE appears:
TOM, Innkeeper of the Leaky Cauldron pub.
Mr. Potter... at last.
12B EXT. LEAKY CAULDRON - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 12B
As the Knight Bus rockets off, Tom and Harry are
revealed, Harry glances up, reads the SIGN above: THE
LEAKY CAULDRON. Tom drags Harry's trunk inside, then
pauses and, with a FLICK of his wand, silences the car
13 INT. LEAKY CAULDRON - BAR/HALLWAY - NIGHT (MOMENTS 13
Harry trails Tom through the quiet room. The BARTENDER
glances up, his gaze lingering perhaps a bit too long. A
solitary WIZARD reads a book while, at his elbow, his
COFFEE CUP STIRS ITSELF. Tom leads Harry upstairs.
14 INT. LEAKY CAULDRON - BACK ROOM - NIGHT 14
As Harry follows Tom inside, he finds a SNOW WHITE OWL
(HEDWIG) perched atop a chair.
Right smart bird you've got there,
Mr. Potter. Arrived only minutes
A MAN CLEARS his throat. Harry turns, finds a PINSTRIPED
SILHOUETTE (CORNELIUS FUDGE) at the window, staring at
the ghostly shadows beyond. Harry's reflection shivers
in the glass, but the man doesn't turn. Tom takes a
position against the wall, fishes a pair of WALNUTS from
his pocket and -- CRACK -- crushes the shells between his
14 CONTINUED: 14
I should tell you, Mr. Potter,
earlier this evening your uncle's
sister was located just south of
Sheffield, circling a chimney
stack. The Accidental Magic
Reversal Department was dispatched
and she's been properly punctured
her memory modified. She has no
recollection of the incident
Harry waits. A man condemned. Then Fudge turns.
So that's that, and no harm done.
Harry glances warily from the steaming TUREEN of GREEN to
Tom, who works a grimy thumb into his gum, frees a walnut
No thank you. Minister... I don't
understand. I broke the law.
Underage wizards aren't allowed to
use magic at home --
(dishing up a bowl)
Oh, come now, Harry. The Ministry
doesn't send people to Azkaban for
blowing up their aunts! On the
other hand... running away like
that... given the state of
things... very, very
'The state of things' sir?
We have a killer on the loose.
Sirius Black, you mean. But...
what's that got to do with me?
CRACK! Tom SHATTERS another WALNUT. Fudge smiles
14 CONTINUED: (2) 14
Hm? Oh, nothing. You're safe,
that's what matters. Tomorrow
you'll be on your way to Hogwarts.
These are your new schoolbooks.
I took the liberty of having them
brought here for you.
Harry eyes the STACK of BOOKS. One is bound by a ROPE.
By the way, Harry. Whilst you're
here it would be best if you
15 OMITTED 15
16 EXT. LEAKY CAULDRON - ROOM ELEVEN - MORNING 16
THROUGH the window: the rooftops of London. A TRAIN
PASSES and CAMERA PULLS BACK, REVEALS Harry, standing
with Hedwig. He turns, eyes his schoolbooks. He studies
the GROWLING TOME -- The Monster Book of Monsters -- then
gives the rope a tug. Instantly...
... the book LEAPS to the floor, pages flying, bookcovers
SNAPPING. Harry gives chase, then the book turns, begins
NIPPING viciously at his shoes. Harry vaults atop the
bed, watches the book disappear underneath, then grabs a
Seconds later, the book scuttles into view and Harry
POUNCES -- FLUMPH! The BOOK ROARS angrily, muffled
beneath the pillow. Harry takes the ROPE, prepares to
17 INT. LEAKY CAULDRON - HALLWAY/ROOM ELEVEN - MORNING 17
A YOUNG WITCH in maid's robes pushes a cart down the
hall. Harry exits his room as the witch KNOCKS on a
As she opens the door, she's greeted by a THUNDEROUS ROAR
and a RUSH of WIND.
I'll come back later.
17 CONTINUED: 17
Something SMALL and FAST dashes by Harry's feet.
Looking, he spies a rather ragged-looking RAT (SCABBERS),
pursued by a decidedly UGLY ORANGE CAT (CROOKSHANKS).
18 OMITTED 18
23 INT. LEAKY CAULDRON - STAIRWAY - MORNING (MOMENTS 23
As Harry moves down the stairs, VOICES come from below.
I'm warning you, Hermione! Keep
that bloody beast of yours away
from Scabbers or I'll turn it into
a tea cozy.
He's a cat, Ronald! What do you
expect? It's in his nature.
As Harry reaches bottom, he finds RON WEASLEY
protectively cradling Scabbers, while HERMIONE GRANDER
does her best to restrain a HISSING Crookshanks.
A cat! Is that what they told
you? Looks more like a pig with
hair if you ask me.
That's rich coming from the owner
of that smelly old shoe brush.
(cooing to the cat)
It's all right, Crookshanks. You
just ignore the mean little boy...
Then, sensing another presence in the room, both turn.
CLOSEUP - A DOG-EARED CLIPPING
from The Daily Prophet.
23 CONTINUED: 23
A HEADLINE SCREAMS: "GRAND PRIZE WINNER VISITS EGYPT!"
In the accompanying PHOTO, the entire WEASLEY FAMILY
stands before the GREAT PYRAMIDS, waving. Smack in the
middle is Ron, Scabbers perched on his shoulder.
23A INT. LEAKY CAULDRON - MORNING (MOMENTS LATER) 23A
As Ron smoothes the dog-eared clipping onto the table,
Harry studies it. Hermione ignores it, stroking
Egypt! What's it like?
Brilliant. It's got loads of old
stuff. Mummies. Death masks.
You know, the ancient Egyptians of
the Nile River delta worshipped
the cat goddess Bast.
Ron glares stonily at Hermione, then turns back to Harry.
I also got a new wand.
Just then, a COMMOTION is HEARD. The Weasleys -- PERCY,
FRED, GEORGE, GINNY, ARTHUR, and MOLLY -- arrive en
masse, laden with purchases from Diagon Alley.
Not flashing that clipping about
again, are you, Ron?
I haven't shown anyone!
No, not a soul. Unless you count
Tom. The day maid. The night
maid. The cook. The bloke that
came to fix the toilet. That
wizard from Belgium...
Mrs. Weasley takes Harry's face in her hands, smiles. As
if relieved to see him.
It's good to see you, Harry.
23A CONTINUED: 23A
Good to see you too, Mrs. Weasley.
Harry. I wonder if I might have a
Of course, Mr. Weasley.
As Mr. Weasley pulls Harry away, the others continue to
hover over the clipping in the b.g.
George's nose looks positively
massive in that photograph.
That's your nose, Fred.
Bloody hell. 'Tis, isn't it?
Take after your side of the
family, don't I, Mum?
Harry notices Mr. Weasley glance edgily at a FUGITIVE
POSTER tacked to the wall. In it, SIRIUS BLACK glowers
under the words, "Have You Seen This Man?"
Harry. There are some within the
Ministry who would strongly
discourage me from divulging what
I'm about to tell you. But I
think you need to know the facts.
Because you're in danger. Grave
Harry's eyes drift to the fugitive poster.
Has this anything to do with him,
What do you know of Sirius Black,
That he escaped from Azkaban.
That he killed someone...
23A CONTINUED: (2) 23A
Harry, thirteen years ago, when
Mr. Weasley hesitates, unable to continue.
Black lost everything. But he
remains a loyal servant to this
day. In his mind, only you stand
in the way of...
Once again, Mr. Weasley hesitates.
Harry, I hate it when you say --
I know, sorry. Ron hates it too.
In Black's mind, only you stand in
the way of... You-Know-Who
returning to power. That's why
he's broken. That's why he's
broken out of Azkaban. To find
Mr. Weasley hesitates yet again.
Mr. Weasley nods. Nervously.
Harry. I want you to swear
that -- whatever you might hear --
you won't go looking for Black.
Mr. Weasley, why would I go looking
for someone who wants to kill me?
Mr. Weasley nods, then claps Harry on the shoulder.
23A CONTINUED: (3) 23A
Just watch yourself, will you,
24 OMITTED 24
26 EXT. PLATFORM NINE AND THREE QUARTERS - MORNING 26
As the HOGWARTS EXPRESS BLEATS ITS HORN, we CRANE OVER
the milling horde of students. Parents hurry their
children onboard, tiny siblings wave goodbyes... and Mr.
Weasley dashes through the throng and up to an open train
She hands Scabbers through the open window to him.
27 INT. HOGWARTS EXPRESS - TRAIN CAR - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 27
The aisle teems with students. Harry, Ron and Hermione
work their way down the aisle, looking for an empty
I didn't mean to blow her up. I
... lost control.
Honestly, Ron, it's not funny.
Harry's lucky he wasn't expelled.
I still think it was brilliant.
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! A copy of the The Monster Book of
Monsters SCUTTLES CRAB-LIKE down the aisle, pursued by
Hi, Harry. Ron. Hermione.
27 CONTINUED: 27
As he bumps past, Hermione nods to a compartment.
C'mon. We're in here.
28 INT. TRAIN COMPARTMENT - CONTINUOUS ACTION - DAY 28
As they slip inside, they find a MAN in SHABBY ROBES
(PROFESSOR LUPIN) slumped against the window, asleep. He
looks ill, exhausted. The trio eye him warily. WHISPER.
Who d'you reckon he is?
Professor R.J. Lupin.
You know everything. How is it
she knows everything?
It's on his case.
She points. Stamped in peeling letters on a BATTERED
CASE is "Professor R.J. Lupin."
Is he really asleep?
Seems to be. Why? What is it,
Close the door.
Hermione and Ron exchange a curious glance, then Ron
rises, slides the door shut, OVER CAMERA, and we --
29 EXT. HOGWARTS EXPRESS - LATE DAY (LATER) 29
Storm clouds, like dark ghosts, toss SHEETS of RAIN onto
the scarlet engine as it heads north.
30 INT. TRAIN COMPARTMENT - LATE DAY 30
Ron and Hermione stare at Harry, faces stricken in the
lantern light that now glows in the compartment.
Crookshanks slumbers in his CAGE.
Let me get this straight. Sirius
Black escaped from Azkaban to come
But they'll catch Black, won't
they? I mean... eventually?
Sure -- Of course, no one's ever
broken out of Azkaban before and
he's a raving, murderous
Just then, the COMPARTMENT RATTLES. Lanterns flicker.
The train LURCHES, begins to SLOW. Hermione slides down
the seat, pinning Ron against the window. They exchange
an awkward glance, then Hermione carefully slides to the
other end of the seat and glances at her WATCH. Frowns.
Why're we stopping? We can't be
Harry rises, slides open the door, peers into the
HARRY'S POV -- All along the carriage, HEADS look out
curiously. Then -- the train JERKS -- the car SWAYS --
and the LAMPS running along the ceiling FLICKER and...
31 EXT. TRAIN - SAME TIME - DUSK 31
... die. One by one. Until all is...
32 INT. TRAIN COMPARTMENT - SAME TIME - DUSK 32
What's going on?
32 CONTINUED: 32
A thin WISP of STEAM escapes Ron's mouth. Harry notices.
Dunno... Maybe we've broken down?
Ouch! Ron, that was my foot!
SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK. Ron, a dark silhouette against the
window, wipes a patch of condensation from the window.
There's something moving out
there. I think... people are
Suddenly the CAR SWAYS violently... rights itself. The
METAL WINDOW TRIM at Ron's fingertips begins to VIBRATE.
Bloody hell. What's happening?
SSSSST! A soft CRACKLING fills the car and FLAMES
bloom... in the hands of R.J. Lupin. In the SHIVERING
LIGHT, his face looks tired and gray, but his eyes are
A HAND -- slimy and scabbed -- a hand of death -- GRIPS
the half-open compartment door, pushes it aside.
REVEALS: a TOWERING, CLOAKED FIGURE, its face hidden
beneath its black hood. CROOKSHANKS' hair rises and as
WHOOSHHHHH. The folds of the hood TREMBLE. A CHILL,
RATTLING INTAKE OF AIR is heard. The FLAMES in Lupin's
hands SPUTTER. A SOUND SWELLS in Harry's ears. Eerie.
Painful. The sound of a WOMAN SCREAMING. Harry's eyes
roll up, eyelids fluttering.
And then... a SILVERY WHITE LIGHT drifts from his mouth.
The world spins off its axis and Harry falls... glasses
tumbling hard to the ground... then Harry... the muscles
of his jaw twitching. THUNDER CRACKS. LIGHTNING paints
the ICY windows...
32 CONTINUED: (2) 32
With a DESPERATE GASP, Harry opens his eyes. Blinks.
DUSK IS GONE. The windows BLACK. The floor at his spine
is SHAKING GENTLY. The train moving again. His eyes
shift, see a DROP OF WATER, newly unfrozen, running
slowly down the window.
Harry? Harry, are you all right?
Hermione's troubled face hovers above him. He nods.
Sits up. Ron -- pale, nervous -- extends his hand.
Harry slips them on. Discovers the cold sweat glazing
his brow. SNAP! Professor Lupin breaks a ragged
triangle of CHOCOLATE off the SLAB in his hands. Holds
Chocolate. Eat. It'll help.
What was that -- that thing?
A Dementor. One of the guards of
Azkaban. It's gone now.
Harry frowns in confusion.
It was searching the train, Harry.
For Sirius Black.
I need to have a word with the
driver. Excuse me.
Eat. It'll help.
As he leaves, Harry turns to Ron and Hermione.
What happened to me?
32 CONTINUED: (3) 32
Well, you sort of went... rigid.
We thought maybe you were having a
fit or something.
And did either of you? You
know... pass out?
No. I felt... weird. Like I'd
never be cheerful again. But...
Harry turns to Hermione. She shakes her head.
I was trembling. Cold. But
then... Professor Lupin made it go
But someone was screaming. A
Hermione and Ron glance nervously at each other.
No one was screaming, Harry.
Harry looks to the window and we PUSH IN ON his
REFLECTION. It becomes a GLIMMERING PUDDLE and...
33 OMITTED 33
34 EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - NIGHT 34
SPLASH!... a CARRIAGE WHEEL shatters the glassy surface
as we TILT UP, catch a procession of HORSELESS CARRIAGES,
carrying students toward the glimmering castle.
Gradually, the sweet sound of a CHOIR rises on the air, a
FLASH of LIGHTNING bleaches the night sky and we --
35 EXT./INT. GREAT HALL - NIGHT (LATER) 35
... the CAMERA as it GLIDES TOWARD the windows of the
Great Hall, TOWARD the CANDLELIT SILHOUETTES glimmering
within, PASSING THROUGH the glass.
35 CONTINUED: 35
At the High Table, Lupin sits with SEVERUS SNAPE, MINERVA
McGONAGALL, RUBEUS HAGRID and ALBUS DUMBLEDORE. We TRACK
ALONG the FACES of the choir, singing to the strains of a
HARPSICHORD, and LAND ON a QUINTET OF TOADS (one of
which -- TREVOR -- belongs to NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM, who
looks on with pride).
ARGUS FILCH, Hogwarts' caretaker, stands grimly to the
side as red-eyed MRS. NORRIS switches her tail at his
feet. As the choir's song concludes, DUMBLEDORE rises,
beaming over the sea of black hats.
Welcome! Welcome to another year
at Hogwarts! I have a few things
to say, before we become befuddled
by our excellent feast. I myself
am particularly looking forward to
the flaming kiwi cups, which,
while somewhat treacherous for
those of us with facial hair...
McGONAGALL clears her throat.
Mm. Yes. First, I'm pleased to
welcome Professor R.J. Lupin, who
has kindly consented to fill the
post of Defense Against the Dark
Arts. Good luck to you,
Amid SCATTERED APPLAUSE, Harry, Ron, Hermione CLAP
Of course! That's why he knew to
give you the chocolate, Harry.
As some of you may know, Professor
Kettleburn, our Care of Magical
Creatures teacher for many years,
has decided to retire in order to
spend more time with his remaining
limbs. Fortunately, I'm delighted
to announce that his place will be
filled by none other than our own
35 CONTINUED: (2) 35
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stare at each other --
stunned -- then APPLAUD vigorously. Hagrid turns ruby
red, rises, and nearly topples the staff table, sending
water goblets weaving.
Finally, on a more disquieting
note, Hogwarts -- at the request
of the Ministry of Magic -- will,
until further notice, play host to
the Dementors of Azkaban.
A MURMUR of apprehension fills the hall. At the
Slytherin table, DRACO MALFOY, flanked by the ever-
present CRABBE and GOYLE, catches Harry's eye, feigns
a dead faint.
The Dementors will be stationed at
the entrances to the grounds. While
they are under strict orders not to
enter the castle itself, you will on
occasion see them as you go about
your daily activities. Under no
circumstances are you to approach
them. It is not in the nature of
a Dementor to be forgiving.
36 INT. ENTRANCE HALL - NIGHT (LATER) 36
Students exit the Great Hall, scale the Marble Staircase.
37 INT. MARBLE STAIRCASE/SEVENTH FLOOR - NIGHT 37
Harry, Ron and Hermione arrive at the seventh floor
landing and approach the FAT LADY in the portrait.
38 INT. GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM - NIGHT 38
The Gryffindors trail through the common room, the girls
heading one way, boys the other.
39 INT. TOWER DORMITORY - NIGHT (LATER) 39
While those around him sleep, Harry takes the PHOTOGRAPH
of his parents, sets it next to his bed, then glances
around in quiet contentment.
39 CONTINUED: 39
Good to be home, eh, Harry?
Harry turns -- caught -- and finds Ron studying him from
his own bed, Scabbers cradled in his hand. Harry nods
and turns to the window..
39A EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - SAME TIME - NIGHT 39A
The Dementors drift to their positions outside the
39B INT. TOWER DORMITORY - SAME TIME - NIGHT 39B
Harry continues to stare.
As his breath CLOUDS THE GLASS, we gradually...
40 EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - GROUNDS - MORNING 40
As BRIDGE and CASTLE glimmer in the distance, Hagrid
emerges from the Forbidden Forest, dragging a fistful of
dead FERRETS by the tail. A BIRD appears, circles his
head playfully, CHIRP-CHIRP-CHIRPING merrily before it...
... flutters off, pin-wheeling past flowers, into a
BIRDBATH, finally coming to rest upon...
... an ANCIENT TREE. It TWITTERS cheerfully, singing its
lovely song, when -- THWOCK! -- a branch punts the bird
into the air. As feathers fly, the WHOMPING WILLOW
resumes its shape.
41 OMITTED 41
42 INT. DIVINATION CLASSROOM - MORNING 42
Harry, Ron and Hermione sit on fat little pouffes in a
murky, incense-laden room, along with Neville, Dean,
Seamus, LAVENDER BROWN, PARVATI PATIL and others.
42 CONTINUED: 42
PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY (O.S.)
Welcome, my children. In this
room, you shall explore the
mysterious art of Divination. In
this room, you shall discover if
A crimson scrim FLUTTERS and SYBIL TRELAWNEY, Divination
Professor, glides dramatically INTO VIEW, eyes huge and
bug-like behind enormous glasses.
... the Sight. Hello. I am
Professor Trelawney. Together, we
shall cast ourselves into the
future. But know this. One
either has the Gift or not. It
cannot be divined from the pages
of a book. Books only cloud one's
(under her breath)
Ron spins. Frowns at Hermione.
Where'd you come from?
Me? I've been here all along.
(spinning on Neville)
You, boy! Is your grandmother
I... I think so.
I wouldn't be so sure of that.
The first term will be devoted to
the reading of tea leaves. If all
goes well, we will proceed to
palmistry, fire omens, and
finally... the crystal ball.
By the way, dear, beware a red-
42 CONTINUED: (2) 42
Parvati eyes Ron dubiously. Edges her pouffe away.
Unfortunately, classes will be
disrupted in February by a nasty
bout of flu. I myself will lose
my voice. And in late spring, one
of our number will... leave us
As the class exchanges uneasy glances, Trelawney smiles
Well then. Shall we?
TEACUP - DETAIL - LATER
Inside, a CLOUD of TEA LEAVES mutates oddly. Harry,
sitting opposite Ron now, frowns at the leaves, consults
the SYMBOLS in the textbook (Unfogging the Future) at his
elbow. Trelawney walks amongst them, robes flowing.
Broaden your minds, my dears. And
allow your eyes to see... beyond.
Trelawney takes Lavender Brown's cup, peers inside.
A five-leaf clover... You can
expect to wake with a horrible
rash tomorrow morning, dear.
Mr. Longbottom, after you've
broken your first cup...
CA-CHINK! Neville fumbles the cup in his hands and the
brittle CRASH of CHINA is heard.
... would you be so kind as to
select one of the blue ones? I'm
rather partial to the pink.
(pausing by Ron)
What do you see in Mr. Potter's
cup, Mr. Weasley?
42 CONTINUED: (3) 42
Well. He's got a wonky sort of
cross -- that's trials and
suffering. But this lot here
could be the sun -- that's great
happiness. So... he's going to
suffer but be very happy about it.
Professor Trelawney takes the cup, peers inside, and
What is it, Professor?
Trelawney regards Harry with a mixture of pity and fear.
My dear boy... You have the Grim.
The Grin? What's the Grin?
Not the grin, you idiot.
But what does it mean, Professor?
All turn, see Lavender bent over her textbook.
'Taking the form of a giant
spectral dog, it is among the
darkest omens in our world. It is
an omen... of death.'
Harry peers into his cup. The tea leaves shift. The dog
disappears. And a new image emerges slowly...
43 EXT. CASTLE/BRIDGE/WHOMPING WILLOW/HAGRID'S HUT - DAY 43
The trio emerge from the BRIDGE and make their way toward
Hagrid's hut. The Whomping Willow looms in the distance.
43 CONTINUED: 43
Death omens. Honestly. If you
ask me, Divination's a very wooly
discipline. Now Ancient Runes.
That's a fascinating subject.
Ancient Runes? Exactly how many
classes are you taking this term?
A fair few.
Hang on. Ancient Runes is the
same time as Divination. You'd
have to be in two classes at once.
Don't be silly. How could anyone
be in two classes at once?
Broaden your minds...
43A EXT. HAGRID'S HUT - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 43A
STUDENTS gather around Hagrid as Harry, Ron and Hermione
arrive. Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle stand with the
C'mon now, get a move on! Got a
real treat for yeh. Great lesson
comin' up. Follow me.
44 EXT. PADDOCK - HAGRID'S HUT - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 44
Hagrid leads them toward a small paddock just this side
of the Forbidden Forest. In the paddock, a freestanding
IRON RACK hangs with DEAD FERRETS, BUZZING with FLIES.
Nearby is a PUMPKIN PATCH.
Gather 'round. Find yerself a spot.
That's it. Now, firs' thing yeh'll
want ter do is open yer books --
And exactly how do we do that?
44 CONTINUED: 44
Hagrid looks. Belts, rope, Spellotape: any means
available have been employed to bridle The Monster Book
of Monsters, which QUIVER VIOLENTLY.
Crikey. Didn' yeh know? All yeh've
got ter do is stroke 'em. Look --
Hagrid takes Hermione's copy, SNAPS the Spellotape
binding it. As it begins to BITE, Hagrid calmly runs a
forefinger down the book's spine and it... SHIVERS.
Falls quietly open.
Hagrid glances at the class, looking suddenly unsure.
Righ' then. So... so... yeh've
got yer books, an' now yeh need
the Magical Creatures. Right.
So... I'll... I'll go an' get 'em.
Hagrid turns, disappears into the trees. Draco shakes
his head, SPEAKS LOUDLY to Crabbe and Goyle.
God, this place is going to the
dogs. Wait until my father hears
Dumbledore's got this oaf teaching
Listen, you stupid prat --
Eyes WIDENING in fear, Malfoy steps back, points.
Potter, there's a Dementor behind
Harry JUMPS, wheels in fear, finds... nothing. Instantly,
the SLYTHERINS make an eerie OOH... and OOH sound, then
break up laughing. Harry reddens, embarrassed, then...
A STRANGE BEAST (BUCKBEAK) emerges from the trees. It
has the torso, hind legs, and tail of a horse, but the
front legs, wings and head of a giant eagle. The
students step back in fear, then Hagrid appears, shooing
the beast on.
Gee up, there!
Beau'iful, isn' he?
44 CONTINUED: (2) 44
There seems no consensus on this, but the students stare
in wary wonder nonetheless. As Hagrid coaxes the beast
to the center of the paddock, Ron stares uneasily.
Hagrid. Exactly what is that?
A Hippogriff, o' course. Now,
firs' thing yeh gotta know is
they're proud. Easily offended,
Hippogriffs are. Don't never
insult one, 'cause it migh' be
the las' thing yeh do. Right
then -- who wants ter come an'
The entire class STEPS BACK, leaving Harry in front.
Good man, Harry!
Harry looks around, then -- reluctantly -- approaches.
Tha's it. Easy now... stop! This
here's Buckbeak, Harry. Yeh want
ter let 'im make the firs' move.
It's polite, see? Jus' take step
forward, give 'im a bow, and if
Buckbeak bows back, yeh're allowed
ter touch him. Ready?
Unsure, Harry nods anyway. Steps forward. And... bows.
Buckbeak's head cocks, eagle eyes studying Harry cannily.
Harry waits. And waits...
Back off, Harry! Back off!
Harry starts to step back, when... Buckbeak ducks his
beak. Hagrid sighs, relieved.
Well done, Harry! Go on. Give
'im a pat.
Tentatively, Harry reaches out, lays his hand on
Buckbeak's fierce beak. The class CLAPS. Harry
44 CONTINUED: (3) 44
Look at that! I reckon he migh'
let yeh ride 'im!
We'll jus' set yeh behind the
wing joint. Mind yeh don' pull
any feathers out. He won' like
Hagrid lifts Harry high, drops him onto Buckbeak's
back, and before Harry's settled, SLAPS Buckbeak's
Off yeh go!
As Buckbeak GALLOPS FORWARD, Harry slides scarily back,
giant WINGS unfold, huge and powerful, and -- WHOOSH! --
they SOAR into the air. Rising higher. And higher.
Gradually, Harry loosens his hold on Buckbeak's neck.
Losing himself in the joy of flying. Smiling at the
sight of his and Buckbeak's SHADOW racing across the
grass below. Circling over the Whomping Willow, past
Hogwarts castle, and then SWOOPING, with heart-stopping
speed, over the Black Lake, Buckbeak's talons tickling
the smooth glass of the water, summoning the GIANT SQUID
to the surface briefly. Hagrid WHISTLES then, and
Buckbeak wheels, beating his way back to the paddock,
galloping to a halt. As Harry slides off, the class
CHEERS -- all except Draco, who narrows his eyes
Good work, Harry!
(under his breath)
How'm I doin' me firs' day?
They both grin, when Draco pushes past them roughly,
strides toward Buckbeak.
44 CONTINUED: (4) 44
Give me a go at that thing. If
Potter can do it, it must be
easy. You're not dangerous at
all, are you, you great ugly
In a flash, Buckbeak's steely talons SLASH DOWN. Malfoy
freezes. Looks down at the BLOOD BLOSSOMING on his
robes. SHRIEKS. Instantly, Harry dashes forward.
Buckbeak WHIPS AROUND, raises its talons and -- seeing
Harry -- lowers them. Ducks its beak. Harry...
realizing what he's done... breathes.
It's killed me! It's killed
Calm yerself! Yer fine... jus'
Hagrid looks: a DEEP GASH glistens on Draco's limp
Hagrid. He's got to be taken to
a hospital. I'll go with you,
if you like --
No. I'm the teacher. You all...
you all just... Class dismissed!
And with that, Hagrid -- looking shaken -- swoops up
Malfoy, flops him over his shoulder, and lumbers
toward the castle.
45 INT. GREAT HALL - NIGHT 45
As Lavender and Parvati huddle over a DOZEN TEACUPS,
Avidly interpreting patterns in HUSHED VOICES, Draco,
arm bound in a SLING, holds court before a clot of
Does it hurt terribly, Draco?
45 CONTINUED: 45
(a tad theatrical)
It comes and goes. Still... I
consider myself lucky. According
to Madam Pomfrey, another minute
or two... and I could've lost the
Harry, Ron and Hermione watch from the Gryffindor table.
The little git. He's really
laying it on thick, isn't he?
At least Hagrid didn't get sacked.
Yes. But I hear Draco's father's
furious. I don't think we've
heard the end of this...
He's been sighted!
They turn. Seamus and the other Gryffindors are huddled
over a copy of The Daily Prophet.
But the PHOTOGRAPH on the Prophet's front page provides a
chilling answer: Sirius Black. Hermione reads over the
shoulders of others. WHISPERS half to herself:
Achintee? That's not far from
You don't think he'd come to
Hogwarts, do you?
With the Dementors at every
Dementors? He's already slipped
by them once, hasn't he? Who's
to say he can't do it again?
45 CONTINUED: (2) 45
As a flicker of fear passes through Harry's face, BEM,
a Nigerian boy, stares grimly at the grainy image of
That's right. Black could be
anywhere. It's like trying to
catch smoke. Like trying to
catch smoke with your bare
46 EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - MORNING 46
Beautiful flowers gleam in the dawn light, then, slowly
begin to WITHER. The dew FREEZES, the grass grows
brittle. Seconds later, the Dementors sweep by.
47 OMITTED 47
49 INT. LUPIN'S CLASSROOM - MORNING 49
A tall WARDROBE RATTLES VIOLENTLY as Harry, Ron and
several classmates regard it warily.
Intriguing, yes? Would anyone
like to venture a guess as to
(in a hushed voice)
That's a Boggart, that is.
Very good, Mr. Finnigan. Can
anyone tell us what a Boggart
No one knows.
Ron JUMPS, glances at Hermione, then WHISPERS to Harry.
When'd she get here?
49 CONTINUED: 49
Boggarts are shape-shifters.
They take the shape of whatever
a particular person fears most.
That's what makes it so --
Terrifying, yes. Luckily, a very
simple charm exists to repel a
Boggart. Let's practice it now,
shall we? Without wands,
It's this class that's ridiculous.
Good. So much for the easy part.
You see, the incantation alone
is not enough. What really
finishes a Boggart off is...
laughter. You need to force it
to assume a shape you find truly
amusing. Neville, come up here,
Neville eyes the rattling wardrobe, steps forward
What would you say is the thing
that frightens you most?
Didn't catch that, Neville, sorry.
Everyone LAUGHS good-naturedly. Lupin nods thoughtfully.
Hmmm... yes. Neville, I believe
you live with your grandmother?
49 CONTINUED: (2) 49
Yes, but I don't want the Boggart
to turn into her either.
It won't. But I want you to
picture her clothes, only her
clothes, very clearly in your
mind. Can you do that?
(closing his eyes)
She carries a red handbag...
That's fine. We don't need to
hear it. If you see it, we will.
Now, when I open this wardrobe,
Neville, here's what I want you to
Lupin leans close to Neville, WHISPERS. Neville's eyes
POP OPEN in shock. Consider Lupin uncertainly.
You can do this, Neville.
Neville nods nervously, takes a deep breath.
Right then. Wand at the ready.
One. Two. Three!
SPARKS jet from Lupin's wand, strike the doorknob, and
the wardrobe BURSTS OPEN. Instantly, Snape appears, eyes
flashing hideously as he stalks forward. Neville backs
away in fright.
Think, Neville. Think!
CRACK! Snape stumbles in a FLASH OF LIGHT and
reappears... in a LONG, LACE-TRIMMED DRESS, TOWERING
MOTH-EATEN HAT, and CRIMSON HANDBAG. Instantly, the
class ROARS (except for Draco and his fellow Slytherins).
Neville blinks, amazed, then slowly, grins himself.
Lupin drops the needle on an OLD GRAMAPHONE. As a
SCRATCHY RHUMBA fills the room, he points to Ron.
49 CONTINUED: (3) 49
Snape DISSOLVES into a mad whirling mass, then mutates
into a... GIANT SPIDER. As Ron GASPS, Harry and Hermione
exchange an uncertain glance. Lupin puts his hands on
Ron's shoulders to steady him. Ron raises his wand.
CRACK! ROLLER SKATES materialize on the spider's hairy
feet and it begins to shuffle crazily in place.
Instantly, Ron relaxes as the class' LAUGHTER rings out.
As Parvati steps up, the spider SPINS faster and faster,
a DIZZYING BLUR, then reappears as a VAMPIRE.
As the vampire WHIPS its cloak across its eyes, we CUT
BEHIND... so our POV is of the students. SWISH! The
cloak reopens, the class LAUGHS, and we REVERSE again...
see that the vampire is now dressed like CARMEN MIRANDA.
As it begins to SHIMMY about -- against its will -- the
class starts to CLAP.
As Dean steps up, the vampire's undulating body
attenuates, its skin darkening with diamond-thatched
SCALES becoming... a GIANT COBRA.
The cobra's hooded head BOBS back and forth, transforms
into a JACK-IN-THE-BOX. Lupin grins and...
... turns, sees Harry step forward expectantly. Concern
flickers through Lupin's face. The Jack-In-The-Box
pivots on its spring, its face tumbling toward Harry,
becoming more sinister, transforming into a...
49 CONTINUED: (4) 49
... Dementor. Suddenly the MUSIC FADES. Harry starts to
raise his wand, then... freezes, transfixed. The
Dementor looms closer and closer, when...
... Lupin steps between, snaps his wand.
CRACK! -- the Dementor vanishes and a ROILING MIST
appears, which becomes CLOUDS. Something glows within
the clouds, white, silvery and round...
POP! The orb deflates like a punctured balloon, WHIZZES
crazily about the room, then darts back into the
wardrobe. The door SLAMS SHUT and the CLASS CHEERS.
Well done, everyone. I think
that's enough excitement for today.
As the students exit, chattering loudly, only Harry,
subdued, remains behind. At the doorway, Lupin glances
back, exchanges a private glance with him. As he exits,
the WARDROBE gives one last RATTLE.
50 EXT. CLOCK TOWER COURTYARD - MORNING (TWO WEEKS LATER) 50
A great buzzing queue of STUDENTS -- Third Years and
older -- each clutching a PERMISSION FORM -- pass by a
Remember! These visits to
Hogsmeade Village are a privilege.
Should your behavior reflect
poorly on the school in any way,
that privilege shall not be
Harry approaches her, but before he can utter a syllable:
No permission form. No visiting
the Village. That's the rule,
50 CONTINUED: 50
Yes, Professor, but I thought if
you said I could go --
But I don't say so. A parent or
guardian must sign, and since I am
neither, it would be
(a flicker of pity)
I'm sorry, Potter. But that's my
Ron and Hermione -- watching Harry expectantly from
across the way -- see him turn, shake his head. Their
faces fall. Harry raises his hand in farewell. Watches
PROFESSOR LUPIN (O.S.)
So. No Hogsmeade, eh ?
51 OMITTED 51
55 EXT. BRIDGE (HOGWARTS GROUNDS) - MORNING (MOMENTS 55
Deep in the distance, some BOYS skate about on brooms,
tossing a RAGGED QUAFFLE back and forth. CAMERA TILTS.
FINDS Harry and Lupin walking along the bridge.
Well, don't feel too bad. I was
roundly disappointed the first
time I went.
No. I was just trying to make you
feel better. Honeydukes' sweets
are the best in the world. Their
Pepper Imps are so strong you
smoke at the ears. And Zonko's
Joke Shop may be dangerous, but
you can't beat their Stink
55 CONTINUED: 55
Not to mention The Shrieking
Shack, which, according to
Hermione, is the most severely
haunted building in Britain.
Yes, that too...
Professor, can I ask you
You'd like to know why I stopped
you from facing the Boggart.
(off Harry's surprise)
I should think it'd be obvious. I
assumed the Boggart would take the
shape of Lord Voldemort.
Harry frowns. Lupin studies him curiously.
But clearly... I was wrong.
I did think of Voldemort first.
But then, I remembered that night
on the train... and the
Well, well. I'm impressed. That
suggests that what you fear most
of all is... fear. Very wise.
Before I fainted... I heard
something. A woman. Screaming.
Dementors force us to relive the
worst memories of our lives. Our
pain becomes their power.
I think it was my mother. The
night she was murdered.
Harry looks up. Finds Lupin studying him.
55 CONTINUED: (2) 55
The first time I saw you, Harry, I
recognized you immediately. Not
by your scar. By your eyes.
They're your mother Lily's.
Yes. I knew her. She was there
for me at a time when no one else
was. We used to talk for hours.
She was not only a singularly
gifted witch but an uncommonly
kind woman. She had a way of
seeing the beauty in whoever she
met, even -- and perhaps most
especially -- when that person
couldn't see it in themselves...
Lupin's eyes glaze in memory, then he blinks, smiles.
Which perhaps explains her
affection for your father. James
had, shall we say, a certain
talent for trouble. A gift, rumor
has it, he passed on to you.
Lupin turns, eyes Harry affectionately. Harry smiles
I could tell you stories -- and
there are many about your parents,
Harry -- but know this...
(eyeing Harry intensely)
They lived. Every moment of every
day. You should know that.
That's how they'd want to be
56 INT. GREAT HALL - EVENING (LATER) 56
The Hall buzzes with tales of Hogsmeade, as students swap
stories, sample sweets, and send SOAP BUBBLES of all
shapes, sizes and colors into the air. A MARIONETTE of a
HARLEQUIN cavorts atop the Gryffindor table, moving its
limbs in response to the STRANDS of LIGHT that extend
from Neville's fingertips. Seamus passes his hand
through the light beams and -- FLUMPH! -- the Harlequin
56 CONTINUED: 56
And the post office! It's about
200 owls, all sitting on color-
coded shelves, depending on how
fast you want your letter to go!
And Honeyduke's is brilliant!
Sugar Quills, Flaming Whizbees --
and blood-flavored lollipops for
Harry nods, picking quietly through the spray of
brilliantly colored sweets on the table. Hermione
But, I mean, after awhile, it got
a bit boring. Don't you think,
Huh? Oh. Yeah. Dead depressing.
Hang on. I almost forgot. I got
you something wicked at Dervish
and Banges. It's a Pocket
Ron places a SMALL GLASS SPINNING TOP on the table.
If there's someone untrustworthy
around, it's meant to light up
and spin. Mind you, Fred and
George say it's rubbish, sold for
wizard tourists, but I thought,
you know, it can't
hurt, given that...
Sirius Black's trying to kill me.
Harry looks up, GRINS at the two of them.
I'm glad you had a good time.
Really. And thanks for this.
(eyeing the Sneakoscope)
Rubbish or not, you're right. It
With that, Harry pops a PEPPER IMP into his mouth.
56 CONTINUED: (2) 56
Oh, careful of those, they'll make
On cue, SMOKE CURLS from Harry's ears and nose.
57 INT. MOVING STAIRCASE/SEVENTH FLOOR CORRIDOR - NIGHT 57
As Harry, Ron, and Hermione climb the stairs, they find a
crowd gathering on the Seventh Floor landing.
What's the hold-up? Only Neville
ever forgets the password.
Let me through, please. Excuse
me, thank you, I'm Head Boy...
Back! All of you! No one is to
enter this dormitory until it has
been fully searched!
Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchange dark glances, when...
Ginny emerges from the crowd, her face ashen.
The Fat Lady... she's gone.
Probably stuffing her face with
the apples in that still life on
the second floor again.
No. You don't understand --
Hermione GASPS. GRABS Harry's arm. He looks. SEES:
The Fat Lady's portrait has been SLASHED VICIOUSLY, great
strips of canvas hanging from the frame. Just then,
Mr. Filch. Round up the ghosts.
Tell them to search every painting
in the castle for the Fat Lady.
57 CONTINUED: 57
Just then, there is a SCREAM. The students dash to the
landing, where all THE PAINTINGS WHISPER FEARFULLY.
Filch's rheumy eyes peer up, searching the upper shadows,
There'll be no need for
Filch extends a crooked finger. High up, near the
ceiling, the Fat Lady cowers in a portrait not her own,
Dear lady. Who did this to you?
(in a trance)
Eyes like the devil he's got. And
a soul as dark as his name. It
was him, Headmaster. The one they
talk about. He's here. Somewhere
in the castle. Sirius Black.
As the students REACT, Dumbledore's VOICE cuts through.
Secure the castle, Mr. Filch. The
rest of you... to the Great Hall.
58 MONTAGE - SECURING THE CASTLE - NIGHT 58
CLOCK TOWER DOOR: Great GROANING TUMBLERS fall.
SPINDLES rotate. CYLINDERS -- one after another -- fire
WINDOWS: Iron SPIKES, sharp as razors, rise instantly.
59 OMITTED 59
60 EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - CONTINUOUS ACTION - NIGHT 60
One by one, deep in the distance, the LIGHTS of the Great
Hall go out. Dementors appear, COVERING FRAME, then
separate like a curtain...
61 INT. GREAT HALL - NIGHT (HOURS LATER) 61
CAMERA DRIFTS THROUGH the silent room, OVER an ocean of
SLEEPING BAGS, FINDS Harry lying awake, staring at the
net of stars glimmering beyond the highest window.
61 CONTINUED: 61
A gentle CREAK is heard and Harry's eyes shift, see Snape
pass through the great doors, converge with Dumbledore.
I've done the dungeons,
Headmaster. No sign of Black.
Nor anywhere else in the castle.
I didn't really expect him to
Remarkable feat, don't you think?
To enter Hogwarts castle on one's
own, completely undetected...
Dumbledore gazes at the students, refusing to take the
You may recall, prior to the start
of term, I did express my concerns
when you appointed Professor --
I do not believe a single
professor inside this castle
would have helped Sirius
Black enter it, Severus.
As Snape's eyes glitter darkly, Dumbledore gazes out over
the slumbering students.
No... I feel quite confident the
castle is safe. And I'm more than
willing to let the students return
to their Houses. But tomorrow.
For now, let them sleep...
As Dumbledore's gaze finds Harry, he shuts his eyes,
It's astonishing what the body can
endure when the mind allows itself
62 EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - DAY 62
The Whomping Willow idly casts off a few withering
62 CONTINUED: 62
SIR CADOGAN (V.O.)
What villains are these that
trespass upon my private lands!
63 INT. GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM - MORNING 63
The Fat Lady has been replaced by a PAINTING of a TINY
KNIGHT (SIR CADOGAN). Stalking a bare stretch of grass
as his PONY grazes nearby, he brandishes his sword wildly
as a group of Gryffindors regard him warily.
Who dares challenge Sir Cadogan!
Back, you scurvy braggarts! You
He's barking mad!
What d'you expect? After what
happened to the Fat Lady, none of
the other pictures would take the
But he keeps changing the
password. Twice just this
morning! I've taken to keeping a
As Neville holds up a wrinkled piece of parchment, Harry,
Ron and Hermione begin to exit.
Farewell, comrades! If ever you
have need of noble heart and
steely sinew, call upon Sir
Yeah, we'll call you... if we ever
need someone mental.
64 OMITTED 64
65 INT. LUPIN'S CLASSROOM - MORNING (LATER) 65
SNAP! Snape PULLS DOWN a SCREEN over the blackboard,
65 CONTINUED: 65
Turn to page 394.
As the students eye Snape with guarded curiosity, Malfoy
finishes SCRAWLING something on a bit of PARCHMENT and
balls it up in his hands. As he opens them, a MOTH
flutters from his palms.
Excuse me, sir, but... where's
That's not really your concern, is
it, Potter? Suffice it to say,
your Professor finds himself
incapable of teaching at the
present time. Page 394.
Snape waves the MOTH away, blows out a candle and a SLIDE
SHOW BEGINS. An ANCIENT WOODCUT of a HORRIFIC BEAST
flickers at the front of the room. Ron frowns down at
But, sir, we've only just begun
learning about Red Caps and
Hinkypunks. We're not meant to
start nocturnal beasts for
When did she come in? Did you see
her come in...
Now. Which of you can tell me the
difference between an Animagus and
As the class stares mutely at a SLIDE of an ATTACKING
WEREWOLF, Hermione waiting desperately for someone to
respond to Snape's question, the moth flutters by Harry.
65 CONTINUED: (2) 65
SWAT! He pins it to his desk. A tiny cloud of moth dust
mushrooms into the air and Harry lifts his palm.
Malfoy's PARCHMENT has reappeared.
No one? How... disappointing.
Please, sir, an Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn
into an animal. A werewolf has no choice in the matter.
Furthermore, the werewolf actively hunts humans and
responds only to the call of its own kind --
Malfoy lets out a LOW HOWL.
Quiet, Malfoy! Though one must
admit to feeling your pain. That
is the second time you have spoken
out of turn, Miss Granger. Tell
me. Are you incapable of
restraining yourself? Or do you
take pride in being an
He's got a point, you know.
Harry stares at the parchment. Malfoy has drawn a crude
caricature of Harry in his Quidditch robes being STRUCK
BY LIGHTNING over and over.
Five points from Gryffindor!
(to the class)
As a antidote to your ignorance, I
prescribe two rolls of parchment
on the werewolf by Monday morning,
with particular emphasis placed on
Passing notes, Potter?
Snape SNATCHES the drawing from under Harry's nose. Eyes
Not exactly Picasso, are you? I
hope you demonstrate more talent
on the Quidditch pitch this
weekend then you do as an artist.
65 CONTINUED: (3) 65
If not, I fear you'll perish,
given the weather forecast. Until
that time, however, you'll forgive
me if I don't let you off
homework. Should you die, I
assure you... you need not hand it
As Snape turns away, Malfoy sniggers with Crabbe, Coyle
and PIKE. Harry glances down at the drawing once more
and we hear a true RUMBLE of THUNDER and --
... a STITCH OF LIGHTNING...
66 OMITTED 66
68 EXT. QUIDDITCH PITCH - A STITCH OF LIGHTNING - DAY 68
as it strikes one of the GOLDEN QUIDDITCH RINGS and the
clouds bloom with ICY BLUE light. Far below, in the
stands, RAIN lashes the SEA OF UMBRELLAS. As one flies
free, soaring end over end into the sky, the...
... CROWD EXPLODES and two Quidditch squads -- Gryffindor
in SCARLET, Hufflepuff in CANARY-YELLOW -- shoot into the
air. Twin BLUDGERS FIRE skyward, and the match is on.
We CUT INTO Harry, rising like a rocket through the mist,
his robes SNAPPING VIOLENTLY in the wind.
INTERCUT HARRY'S POV
-- as he flies, RAIN falling like NEEDLES before him,
every dark cloud concealing potential danger. Beaters
crisscross his path. A BLUDGER WHIZZES past, then a
second ROCKETS DIRECTLY AT HIM.
SWOOP! -- Harry ducks, watches the BLUDGER SHATTER the
BROOM of a HUFFLEPUFF BEATER. The Beater goes into a
wild spiral, vanishes in the mist.
68 CONTINUED: 68
IN THE STANDS
Ron squints upward, the players little more than
STREAKING BLURS from his vantage. KA-SSSST! A STITCH OF
LIGHTNING strikes the TAIL of ANGELINA JOHNSON'S broom.
As it BURSTS into FLAMES, she PLUMMETS to the pitch. Ron
looks down at his own HAND. In the HIGHLY-CHARGED AIR,
the HAIR above his knuckles RISES.
In the sky, Harry flies fearlessly, searching for the
Snitch as Bludgers pierce the clouds above him and
CHASERS flit IN and OUT OF VIEW far below. Suddenly, in
the stands opposite, a BLACK UMBRELLA flies from the hand
of a RAVENCLAW GIRL. For a moment, it sails wondrously
through the heavy air, a Magritte dream, then -- WHOOP!
WHOOP! WHOOP! -- abruptly picks up speed, ROTATING LIKE
A HATCHET. Harry DUCKS, turns, and watches it disappear
into a bank of clouds. Then...
... something GLIMMERS: the Snitch. Instantly, Harry
jets off closing fast on the tiny, glimmering ball,
chasing it through one cloud... then another... and
... he BREAKS into a clear patch of sky... only to find
the Snitch is gone. Angrily, Harry whips the Nimbus back
around, searching the horizon frantically, when he spies
In the stadium's HIGHEST TOWER, something ENORMOUS
flickers briefly in SILHOUETTE, then is obscured by a
veil of mist.
Harry turns. In the distance, the stray umbrella spins
INTO VIEW, harpoons a player. Harry's eyes shift. The
SNITCH SHIMMERS like a FIREFLY in the dark underbelly of
a cloud. Harry begins to go... when the veil of mist
shrouding the high tower shifts and -- for one brief
moment -- a GREAT DOG is revealed. As this mist closes,
Harry frowns, jets away.
As Harry pelts after the Snitch, the crowd RISES TO THEIR
FEET, ROARING. Ron GRINS over the binoculars, watching
Harry shred the mist as he urges his broom on.
The trace of a smile forms on Harry's lips as he closes
on the Snitch... only yards away... reaching out...
68 CONTINUED: (2) 68
... a THIN GLAZE of ICE clouds his GLASSES. He wipes at
them, then flinches: BLOOD trickles down his cheek. The
rain is turning to needles. Needles of ice. Harry
glances at the HANDLE of his BROOMSTICK. The water
sluicing through the grain is FREEZING. VAPOR streams
from his mouth and nose.
SWOOSH! A dark SILHOUETTE passes on his right. He
turns. SWOOSH! -- a twin SILHOUETTE passes on his left.
Harry sees neither. Looks down. The layers of mist are
parting below. LIGHTNING STRIKES. Reveals: an ARMY OF
SILHOUETTES drifting onto the pitch. A vast legion of
A DISTANT WHISTLE weaves into the WIND, rises in pitch,
not a whistle at all, but a... SCREAM. A WOMAN'S SCREAM.
Harry's eyes flutter, and wisps of SILVERY WHITE LIGHT
float from his mouth. His glasses glaze over completely.
His fingers, rigid, can no longer grip the broom and...
Harry and broom tumble in opposite directions.
The Nimbus soars end over end, tossed by the currents,
then drops... right into the Whomping Willow.
FLOOMPH! Harry, in freefall, drops through one cloud,
then another. Plummeting through the circling Dementors.
Then... a TALL FIGURE rises from the crowd. Raises an
OPEN HAND to the heavens. Eyes angry but clear.
An EXPLOSION -- more powerful than thunder -- rocks the
A FLASH -- more fierce than lightning -- shocks the sky.
THE SCREEN GOES BLACK.
Not a sound. For the longest time. Then... VOICES:
Looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?
68 CONTINUED: (3) 68
Peaky? What d'you expect him to
look like? He fell fifty feet.
Yeah, c'mon, Ron. We'll walk you
off the Astronomy Tower and see
how you come out looking.
Probably a right sight better than
he normally does.
Harry opens his eyes and Ron, Fred, George, and Hermione
SLOWLY COME INTO FOCUS, standing at the foot of his bed
in the hospital wing.
Harry! How're you feeling?
69 INT. HOSPITAL WING - DAY 69
As Harry edges up against his pillow, we see a NURSE in
the b.g., removing the SPOKES of an umbrella from a
Hufflepuff player's neck. Harry doesn't look so good
Gave us a right good scare, mate.
You fell off your broom.
Really? I meant the match. Who
Silence. Uncomfortable glances.
No one blames you, Harry. The
Dementors aren't meant to come on
the grounds. Dumbledore was
furious. After he saved you, he
sent them straight off.
69 CONTINUED: 69
Harry nods grimly, stares at the RAIN LASHING the window.
There's something else you should
know, Harry. Your Nimbus -- when
it blew away? -- it sort of landed
in the Whomping Willow. And well...
He tips a BAG of SPLINTERED WOOD and TWISTED TWIGS onto
the bed. As Harry stares, we hear a gentle WIND, then...
PROFESSOR LUPIN (V.O.)
I'm sorry about your broom, Harry.
There's no chance of fixing it?
70 EXT. BLACK LAKE - LATE AFTERNOON 70
Harry shakes his head in response to Lupin's question,
then -- WHOOSH! -- sets Hedwig free of her traces. As
she soars into the sky, Harry and Lupin watch from the
Why do they affect me so,
Professor? I mean, more than
Dementors are among the foulest
creatures that walk this earth.
They feed on every good feeling,
every happy memory, until a person
is left with nothing but his worst
experiences. You're not weak,
Harry. The Dementors affect you
most, because there are true
horrors in your past. Horrors
your classmates can scarcely
imagine. You have nothing to be
I'm scared, Professor.
I'd consider you a fool if you
70 CONTINUED: 70
I need to learn how to fight them.
You could teach me, Professor.
You made that Dementor on the
train go away...
There was only one that night...
But you made it go away.
I don't pretend to be an expert,
Harry. But yes, I can teach you.
Perhaps after the holiday. For
now, though, I need to rest. I'm
Harry turns, studies Lupin's haggard face. A weary smile
appears as Hedwig's reflection glides over Lupin's
Harry looks up, watches Hedwig pinwheel through the blue,
past the CLOCK TOWER and EXIT FRAME. CAMERA HOLDS, the
skies PALES, and SNOW begins to fall. We TILT DOWN...
70A EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - DAY (WEEKS LATER) 70A
... to Hogwarts castle, weeks later, dusted in white.
71 EXT./INT. CLOCK TOWER - DAY 71
Harry, framed in the window, stares out, looking forlorn.
In REFLECTION, SNOW falls on the glass.
A ragged line of students follows McGonagall toward the
bridge. Harry's POV becomes OBJECTIVE and...
72 EXT. CLOCK TOWER COURTYARD - DAY 72
... FOOTPRINTS appear in the snow, moving quickly to join
the other students.
72 CONTINUED: 72
Suddenly, Fred and George appear, heading the opposite
way and... the FOOTPRINTS reverse themselves... as if
Fred and George were escorting an invisible person.
But not clever enough.
Besides, we've got a better way.
73 INT. ENTRANCE HALL - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 73
The great doors open and Fred and George enter. The
INVISIBILITY CLOAK drops and Harry is revealed, looking
cross. Instantly, Fred slaps a WORN ROLL OF PARCHMENT
into his hand. Harry unfurls it. Frowns. It's blank.
What's this rubbish?
Rubbish he says. That there's the
secret to our success.
It's a wrench giving it to you,
But we've decided your need's
greater than ours. George, if you
I solemnly swear that I am up to
George touches his wand to the parchment and INTRICATE
INK LINES surface in the fiber of the paper, spread like
veins. Harry reads the CURIOUS WORDS at the top:
'Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot
and Prongs are proud to present
The Marauder's Map'...?
Ah... Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and
Prongs. We owe them so much.
73 CONTINUED: 73
Hang on. This is Hogwarts! And
that... No. Is that really...
Harry points to a small MOVING DOT labeled "Dumbledore."
In his study.
Does that a lot.
You mean, this map shows...
Where they are.
What they're doing.
Of every day.
Brilliant! Where'd you get it?
Nicked it from Filch's office, of
course, first year. Now listen.
There's seven secret passageways
out of the castle. But we'd
73 CONTINUED: (2) 73
The One-Eyed Witch on the third
Witch, right. But you best hurry.
Filch is heading this way.
(as they go)
Oh. And, Harry? When you're
done, make sure to give it a tap
and say, 'Mischief managed.'
Otherwise, anyone can read it.
74 INT. DIVINATION STAIRWELL - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 74
Harry approaches a STATUE of a hump-backed, ONE-EYED
INSERT MAP -- Harry traces his finger along the tattered
surface to an INK FIGURE labeled "Harry Potter." A tiny
SPEECH BUBBLE appears: "Dissendium."
CLICK! The witch's EYE OPENS and the statue pivots,
revealing a DARK OPENING in the floor. As Harry
crouches, squinting, a cool DRAFT OF AIR ruffles his hair
and the CAMERA DRIFTS INTO the DARKNESS...
75 INT. UNDERGROUND PASSAGEWAY - DAY (LATER) 75
A tiny LIGHT bobs in the distance, fracturing the
darkness, then Harry appears, the tip of his wand
GLOWING, map in hand. INSERT MAP: "Harry Potter" glides
across the parchment.
NEW ANGLE - DAY (LATER)
Harry stops, cranes his neck. STONE STEPS. Taps the map.
76 INT. HONEYDUKE'S SWEETSHOP - CELLAR - SAME TIME - DAY 76
CRATES. HUGE ROLLING BINS. A WOOD STAIRCASE. A
trapdoor lifts. Harry's eyes appear. As he pulls
himself up, a DOOR BANGS OPEN. Dense CHATTER ROARS from
above. Quickly, Harry hides, watches a MAN'S BOOTS
descend the stairs. Then...
A box of Jelly Slugs as well,
Horace. We're nearly cleared out.
HORACE grunts, begins moving boxes. Harry looks up to
the cellar door, takes out the invisibility cloak...
77 INT. HONEYDUKE'S SWEETSHOP - SAME TIME - DAY 77
The CELLAR DOOR EASES open -- but no one appears. We
TRACK THROUGH a sweet tooth's dream, SWARMING with
customers. Up ahead, Neville prepares to lick the
LOLLIPOP in his hand, when it simply floats from his
fingers and out the door...
78 EXT. MAIN STREET (HOGSMEADE VILLAGE) - CONTINUOUS 78
ACTION - DAY
... into the MISTY, FOG-SHROUDED chaos of Main Street.
As the lollipop drifts on, FOOTPRINTS appear in the snow
79 EXT. SHRIEKING SHACK - DAY (LATER) 79
At this elevation, the MIST hangs in thick, undulating
veils, the Shrieking Shack an eerie silhouette in the
gloom. Ron and Hermione stand stiffly, attempting, as
best they can, to conceal the fact that, basically,
they're scared stiff.
It's meant to be the most haunted
building in Britain. Did I
Should we move a bit closer?
Huh? Oh... All right...
79 CONTINUED: 79
They take a step. One step. Stop dead.
Actually, it's fine from here.
Just then, VOICES ECHO and THREE FIGURES appear over the
rise, phantoms in the mist. Malfoy. Crabbe. Goyle.
Well, well. Look who's here. You
two shopping for your dream home?
Seems a bit grand for you, Weasel-
Bee. Don't your family all sleep
in one room?
Shut your mouth, Malfoy.
(clucking his tongue)
Now that's not very friendly.
Boys, I think we're going to have
to teach Weasel-Bee to respect his
(a harsh chuckle)
Hope you don't mean yourself.
Malfoy's eyes shift, regard Hermione with disgust.
How dare you speak to me, you
filthy, little mud --
SPLAT! Malfoy takes a SNOWBALL to the grill. Splutters:
Who did that!
Malfoy glances about in confusion, when -- SPLAT!
SPLAT! -- he takes two more. Hermione and Ron glance
Well, don't just stand there!
79 CONTINUED: (2) 79
Crabbe and Goyle start for Ron and Hermione, when --
FLUMPH! -- their knees go out and they fall headfirst
into the snow. Draco begins to back away fearfully,
eying the mist...
Wait a minute, there's something
out here -- Aaaaaaahhhh!!!
Malfoy's SKI MASK is pulled over his eyes, he's spun
about, given a ROUGH KICK to the ass and sent stumbling
over the rise and out of sight. Instantly, Crabbe and
Goyle join him.
Ron and Hermione stand frozen, exchange a nervous glance,
and... DASH OFF... when -- FLUMPH! -- they both go
flying, land on their pants in the snow. As they sit up,
LAUGHTER. Hermione's eyes narrow in suspicion.
The Invisibility Cloak drops. Sure enough. Harry.
That was not
Bloody hell, Harry!
But he's smiling. They all are. As he and Hermione pelt
Harry with SNOWBALLS, we --
80 EXT. MAIN STREET (HOGSMEADE VILLAGE) - DAY (MOMENTS 80
The trio trudge through the SWIRLING SNOW. Harry's
donned Hermione's scarf and Ron's hat to disguise
Those weasels! Never told me
about any Marauder's Map!
But Harry isn't going to keep it.
He's going to turn it over to
Professor McGonagall, aren't you?
80 CONTINUED: 80
Oh sure. Along with his
invisibility cloak, his pack of
exploding snap cards, his --
Oh, shut up.
CORNELIUS FUDGE (O.S.)
Up ahead Cornelius Fudge emerges from a MINISTRY SLEIGH
as Hagrid swings the door clear and -- with unfortunate
ease -- rips it clean off the fittings. Fudge joins
McGonagall and a CURVY BARMAID (ROSMERTA) outside the
THREE BROOMSTICKS PUB.
That's Madam Rosmerta. Ron
It's not true!
I trust business is good?
It'd be a right sight better if
the Ministry wasn't sending
Dementors into my pub every other
We have a killer on the loose.
Sirius Black? In Hogsmeade! And
what would bring him here?
80 CONTINUED: (2) 80
Fudge looks around nervously, then jerks his head toward
the pub. As he leads Rosmerta and McGonagall inside,
CUT BACK TO:
HERMIONE AND RON
He's gone. FOOTPRINTS track through the snow, into the pub.
81 INT. THREE BROOMSTICKS PUB - HARRY'S POV FROM UNDER THE 81
INVISIBILITY CLOAK - DAY (MOMENTS LATER)
... as he THREADS THROUGH the teeming pub, PAST a SIGN
("No Underage Wizards") and nearly collides with some
very STRANGE-LOOKING PATRONS. Ron and Hermione ripple
briefly past a frosted window, then... THREE SHRUNKEN
HEADS swing INTO VIEW.
SHRUNKEN HEAD #1
So I says to him, 'Careful, Ned.
Don't want to go losing your head!'
As the three heads CACKLE HYSTERICALLY, bobbing up and
down on their strings, Harry turns... just as an UNSHAVEN
WIZARD'S arm whips down and a DART goes WHISTLING right
toward Harry's eyes. Harry DUCKS, pivots, and -- THWOCK!
-- sees the dart pierce the cork of the disfigured
DARTBOARD behind him.
Harry hurries on, trailing Fudge and McGonagall up a DARK
STAIRWELL as Rosmerta leads them into a small BACK ROOM.
As the door starts to close, Harry rushes forward: SLAM!
Too late. CAMERA TILTS. The KNOB turns, the door
82 INT. THREE BROOMSTICKS PUB - CARD ROOM - DAY 82
... and SNOW flutters off the sill of a HALF-OPEN WINDOW.
McGonagall turns, frowning, and re-closes the door,
harder this time, then joins Fudge and Rosmerta. HARRY'S
POV SHIFTS FROM one TO the other as they speak.
Come on then. Let's hear it.
82 CONTINUED: 82
Years ago, when Harry Potter's
parents were marked for death,
they went into hiding. Few knew
where they were. One who did was
black. And he told...
You-Know-Who. I've heard this
rot. It was all over The Daily
Prophet back in the day. And I'll
say now what I said then: Of all
the boys I ran out of here,
Black's the last who would've gone
over to the dark side. Hearsay.
That's all the Ministry had.
Ha! Tell that to Peter Pettigrew!
Little lump of a boy? Always
tagging after Black and...
I remember him. What's he got to
do with it?
After the Potters were killed,
Pettigrew went looking for Black.
And, unfortunately... found him.
Black was vicious. He didn't kill
Pettigrew. He destroyed him. A
finger. That's all that was left.
A finger -- there's your hearsay.
Rosmerta looks to McGonagall. She nods grimly.
Sirius Black may not have put his
hands to the Potters, but he's the
reason they're dead. And now he
wants to finish what he started.
82 CONTINUED: (2) 82
McGonagall nods, then looks pained.
But that's not the worst of it.
What could be worse?
This: Sirius Black was and
remains today... Harry Potter's
BLAM! The pub doors fly open, REVEAL Main Street, where
Ron and Hermione wait, rubbing their hands against the
chill. As they look down, CAMERA TILTS...
83 EXT. MAIN STREET (HOGSMEADE VILLAGE) - MOMENTS LATER - 83
... and FOOTPRINTS appear in the snow. HARRY'S POV ENDS.
CAMERA TILTS UP, FOLLOWS Hermione and Ron until they
LEAVE FRAME, then HOLDS ON a POSTER of BLACK, fluttering
against a lamppost: "Have you seen this wizard?"
84 EXT. OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 84
At the end of a ROCKY OUTCROP, the FOOTPRINTS end and
SOBS are heard. Ron takes Hermione's arm, discouraging
her from going further, but she does, filling the
footprints with her own, then kneeling and -- very gently
-- drawing the cloak from Harry. He stares into the
mist, eyes stinging with tears.
He was their friend. And he
betrayed them. He was their
I hope he finds me. But when he
does, I'm going to be ready. When
he does, I'm going to kill him.
85 EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - DUSK (TRANSITION TO SPRING) 85
Butterflies flutter over the great green lawn. The GIANT
SQUID breaks through the last GLAZE of ICE on the Black
Lake. The Whomping Willow shakes the water from its
86 INT. ASTRONOMY ROOM - DUSK 86
The DYING SUN streams through high windows, painting
Harry's face a fierce AMBER-RED as he stands opposite
Lupin. ANCIENT CHARTS drape the walls while gleaming
SPHERES OF SPUN GLASS ORBIT one another silently. Lupin
paces before a LARGE TRUNK.
You're sure about this, Harry?
This is very advanced magic. Well
beyond Ordinary Wizarding Level.
If Black can fight the Dementors,
I need to know how too.
Lupin studies Harry -- as if conflicted -- then decides.
Very well. The spell I'm going to
teach you is called the Patronus
Charm. Ever hear of it?
Harry shakes his head.
A Patronus is a kind of positive
force. For the wizard who can
conjure one, the Patronus works
something like a shield. The
Dementor feeds on it instead of
Just then, the trunk RATTLES VIOLENTLY. As Harry's eyes
wander, Lupin SNAPS his fingers, brings his attention
But in order for it to work, you
must think of a memory. And not
just any. This memory needs to be
a very happy one. And powerful.
Harry thinks a bit. Then... nods.
Got something? Good. Let it fill
you up. Lose yourself in it.
Then speak the incantation:
Expecto Patronum. Without your
86 CONTINUED: 86
Right then. Shall we?
Harry nods, raises his wand. Lupin, watching closely,
reaches over, grips the lid of the TRUNK...
As Lupin FLINGS open the case, Harry OPENS HIS EYES. In
the sun's BLOOD-LIGHT, the Dementor looks particularly
The torches on the wall FLICKER as a CHILL BREEZE fills
the chamber. A SCREAM ECHOES distantly. Harry's hand
trembles. His eyes begin to roll up...
CRACK! -- the Dementor mutates into a SILVERY WHITE ORB.
Lupin flicks his wand, sends the orb back into the
packing case. Harry stands blinking. Dazed. Lupin
fishes a CHOCOLATE FROG from his pocket. Presses it into
Harry's trembling hand.
Harry studies the frog. Takes a bite. Begins to
That's one nasty Dementor.
Boggart, Harry. The real thing
would be much, much worse. Just
out of interest, what were you
thinking of? What memory did you
86 CONTINUED: (2) 86
The first time I rode a broom.
That's not good enough, Harry.
Harry glances toward the window, at the bloody sun.
There's another. It's not happy
exactly. I mean, it is. It's the
happiest I've ever felt. But
Is it strong?
Harry looks up into Lupin's eyes. Emotional. Nods.
Then let's try it.
Harry takes a breath. Tosses the frog aside. Poises
Think, Harry, think --
Just do it!
Lupin blinks at Harry's quiet fierceness. Opens the
packing case. Instantly, the Dementor appears again. A
chill fills the air. The hair skates off Harry's scar.
He sets his jaw...
Harry's hand TREMBLES. His whole BODY TREMBLES. But he
holds his ground, when -- WHOOSH! -- a huge SILVER SHADOW
BURSTS from the end of his wand, hovering between him and
the Dementor. The Dementor falters... Harry's legs like
CRACK! The Dementor vanishes. Harry's arm drops.
Slack. Lupin eyes Harry with a kind of awe. His voice
barely a WHISPER.
86 CONTINUED: (3) 86
I think I've had enough. For
Lupin nods. Watches Harry move to the door.
So you know, Harry: You'd have
given your father a run for his
money. And, believe me, that's
Harry ponders this. Then speaks, deep inside himself.
I was thinking of him. And Mum.
Seeing their faces. They're just
talking to me. Just... talking.
That was the memory I chose. I
don't even know if it's real...
Harry grips the door, pushes past.
But it's the best I have.
87 INT. TOWER DORMITORY - NIGHT 87
All the boys asleep.
All except Harry, who lies in bed, studying the photo of
his parents, barely visible in the fluttering light of a
guttering candle. As the FLAME DIES with a soft HISS,
all goes BLACK and we --
88 EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - NIGHT (LATER) 88
A hulking, haunted goliath against the sky.
89 EXT. COURTYARD - NIGHT 89
A cautious breeze rises. Leaves scud across the gravel.
90 INT. GREAT HALL - NIGHT 90
A church. Empty. Silent.
91 INT. SEVENTH FLOOR CORRIDOR - NIGHT 91
A WINDOWPANE RATTLES, up high, the corridor thatched in
shadow. Slowly... CAMERA BEGINS TO MOVE. CREEPING
FORWARD. A SHADOW ENGULFS Sir Cadogan, dozing against
92 INT. TOWER DORMITORY - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 92
A WHISTLE SHRIEKS. The Sneakoscope, whirling madly,
skitters across the bedside cabinet and -- CLICK! CLICK!
CLICK! -- taps against a WATER GLASS, sending shafts of
RED LIGHT pinwheeling over the photo of Harry's
Harry BOLTS UP, sees a SILHOUETTE etched on the window --
a MAN CLUTCHING A KNIFE. All the boys are up now.
Screaming. Amid the chaos, Harry grabs his wand.
The others flee. Harry faces the HULKING SHADOW, wand
Crash! The water GLASS SHATTERS on the floor and
Scabbers darts past Harry's bare feet, chased by
Crookshanks. Seizing the moment, the SILHOUETTE grasps
the curtains and swings through the open window, plunging
into the night. Harry rushes to the window, looks down.
92A EXT. GRYFFINDOR TOWER - CONTINUOUS ACTION - NIGHT 92A
The SILHOUETTE leaps from ledge to ledge with an animal's
grace, then... vanishes.
92B INT. TOWER DORMITORY - CONTINUOUS ACTION - NIGHT 92B
Harry sweeps Ron's curtains aside. His bed is... empty.
Harry's eyes flash toward the window, when... Ron pokes
his head out from under the bed.
Is he gone?
93 INT. GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM - NIGHT (LATER) 93
The entire Gryffindor House, in pajamas, stand before
McGonagall, who wears a TARTAN ROBE and an expression of
That's preposterous, Weasley. How
could Sirius Black possibly have
got through the portrait hole?
I don't know how he got in! I was
a bit busy dodging his knife!
Just then, a curiously content Crookshanks wends his way
through Ron's legs.
And this bloody cat ate my rat!
That's a lie!
It is not and you bloody well know it!
McGonagall turns then and everyone follows her eye to Sir
Cadogan who, sensing the attention, perks up instantly.
Sir Cadogan. Is it possible that
you let a mysterious man enter
Gryffindor Tower tonight?
Certainly, good lady! He had the
password. Had the whole week's,
in fact. On a little piece of
Which abysmally foolish person
wrote down the passwords and then
proceeded to lose them!
Every eye shifts once more: Neville. McGonagall sighs.
Is it always going to be you,
93 CONTINUED: 93
I'm afraid so, ma'am.
(to the group at large)
While we know Sirius Black is gone
tonight, I think you can safely
assume he will, at some future
time, attempt to return. Let me
be clear. You are not to move
about the castle alone. And you
are not to write down the
A collective nod of the head. McGonagall gives the ties
of her robe a sharp tug, collects herself, and exits.
Very well then. Go to bed.
As the students drift off, Ron casts a last angry glance
toward Hermione, who now holds Crookshanks in her arms.
I could've killed him.
Hermione turns, sees Harry staring out the window.
He was right there. Close enough to touch.
I could've killed him.
94 OMITTED 94
96A EXT. SLOPE - DAY 96A
The trio make their way down the slope.
I find it astonishing that someone
who prides herself on being so
logical can be in such denial.
Harry. Will you explain to your
friend Ronald that he has
absolutely no proof whatsoever
that my sweet, unassuming cat ate
his shabby, decidedly decrepit
96A CONTINUED: 96A
Harry was there! He'll tell you
how it was. Go on, Harry, tell
No, I won't. Know why? Because I
don't care about your stupid rat!
I don't care about your stupid
cat! I've got few other things on
my mind right now!
Really? Wasn't you had to roll
under the bed last night to avoid
getting cut to ribbons! A person
could die being your friend,
Ron stops, wishes he could take it back. They all wish
he could. Avoiding each other's eyes, they turn,
97 EXT. BLACK LAKE - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 97
Hagrid, wearing a GIGANTIC, HAIRY BROWN SUIT and perhaps
the world's ugliest YELLOW AND ORANGE TIE, stands knee-
deep in the shallows of the Black Lake, skimming rocks as
big as flagstones across the water's shiny gloss. As he
turns, the trio catches a brief sight of his eyes, red
with tears, then he looks away.
How'd it go, Hagrid?
Buckbeak liked London.
I meant the hearing.
Oh. That. Well, I got up an'
said my bit -- You know, how
Buckbeak was a good Hippogriff an'
as long as yeh treated 'im with
respect, he'd treat you the same.
Then Lucius Malfoy got up an' said
his bit -- you know, how Buckbeak
was a deadly dangerous beast that
no teacher in their righ' mind
would expose their students to...
97 CONTINUED: 97
Hagrid slings another rock into water.
You mustn't blame yourself,
Draco. It's him the Committee
should punish. It's him they
should send off to the forest, not
Buckbeak's not going back to the
(dreading the answer)
Where's he going, Hagrid?
He asked fer the worse, yeh see,
Lucius Malfoy did. An' the
Committee granted it. Buckbeak's
bin sentenced ter death.
98 EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - NIGHT 98
Dark. Ominous. Dementors drift in the distance.
99 INT. TOWER DORMITORY - NIGHT 99
Silent. A room of shadows. While those around him
slumber, Harry lies awake, unable to sleep. Finally, he
turns to his cupboard, takes the Marauder's Map.
I solemnly swear that I am up to
The crooked corridors and serpentine passageways of
Hogwarts radiate across the parchment, then... a TINY DOT
catches Harry's eye. He frowns. It reads: "Peter
100 INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 100
Harry moves down a DARK corridor, map in hand, WAND
AGLOW. In the PAINTINGS he passes, the subjects SNORE
INSERT - MARAUDER'S MAP
"Harry Potter" and "Peter Pettigrew" draw closer and
BACK TO SCENE
Harry squints toward the end of the corridor. Down at
the map. Pettigrew moves quickly down the adjoining
corridor. Twenty yards away. Ten. Only seconds away...
Wand trembling in his hand, Harry glances from the map to
the dark corridor ahead, again and again. Then... as the
two DOTS are about to collide... he looks slowly up...
turns the corner... heart in his chest... and meets...
... reflected in a MIRROR. He BLINKS, startled, then
glances back down at the map. Pettigrew has moved past
him. Confused, Harry wheels, casts his wand along the
Watch it there, boy!
Harry JUMPS. But it's only an OLD MAN in a PAINTING,
scowling in the glare of Harry's wand light. On the map,
"Pettigrew" continues to move away. Harry makes to
follow, then stops. HEARS FOOTSTEPS. The WAND'S SPOT
dances across the parchment, finds another DOT.
Approaching FAST: "Severus Snape."
Harry stashes the map, extinguishes his wand, and
turns... into the harsh glare of Snape's wand.
Potter. What're you doing
wandering the corridors at night?
I was... I was... sleepwalking...
A sneer curdles the corners of Snape's lips.
100 CONTINUED: 100
How extraordinarily like your
father you are, Potter. He, too,
was exceedingly arrogant.
Strutting about the castle --
My dad didn't strut. Nor do I.
Now, if you don't mind, I'd
appreciate you lowering your wand.
Snape eyes Harry coldly. Containing himself. Lowers his
Turn out your pockets.
Harry doesn't move, eyes still boring into Snape.
Turn out your pockets!
Finally, Harry obliges. Seeing the map, Snape's eyes
And this. What might it be?
Spare bit of parchment...
(poising his wand)
Reveal your secret!
To Harry's horror, words begin to appear. Snape studies
him, a sadistic half-smile on his lips. Turns the map
'Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot
and Prongs offer their compliments
to Professor Snape and...'
100 CONTINUED: (2) 100
'... and request that he keep his
abnormally large nose out of other
Why you insolent little --
Snape turns. Sees Lupin standing in the shadows.
Well, well. Lupin. Out for a little
walk in the moonlight, are we?
Harry? You all right?
That remains to be seen. I've
just now confiscated a rather
curious artifact from Mr. Potter.
Take a look, Lupin. This is
supposed to be your area of
Lupin takes the parchment, which now displays a rather
unflattering caricature of Snape and a pair of potions.
Clearly, it's full of Dark Magic.
I seriously doubt that, Severus.
It looks to me as if it merely
insults anyone who tries to read
it. I suspect it's a Zonko
product. Nevertheless, I shall
pursue any hidden qualities it may
possess. As you say, it's my area
of expertise. Come, Harry.
101 INT. CORRIDOR/LUPIN'S OFFICE - EVENING (MOMENTS LATER) 101
Harry walks aside a fuming Lupin, who grips the map
101 CONTINUED: 101
I don't know how this map came to
be in your possession, Harry, but
I'm astounded that you didn't turn
it in. Did you ever stop to think
that this -- in the hands of
Sirius Black -- is a map to you?
Harry walks silently. Lupin can barely contain his anger.
Your father didn't set much store
by rules either. But he and your
mother did give their lives to
save yours. Gambling their
sacrifice by walking about the
castle unprotected, with a killer
on the loose, strikes me as a poor
way to repay them. I won't cover
up for you again, Harry.
Lupin enters his office, tosses the map on his desk, and
begins to sort through some papers. Harry lingers
briefly in the doorway, absently eyes the WAXING MOON
that glimmers beyond the window, then starts to turn
Professor. Just so you know, I
don't think the map always works.
Earlier, it showed someone in the
castle. Someone I know to be dead.
And who was that, Harry?
Lupin hesitates ever-so-slightly, then returns to his
Very well. I'd like you to return
to your dormitory now. Oh, and
Harry? Don't take any detours.
As Harry looks back, Lupin taps the map.
If you do. I'll know.
101 CONTINUED: (2) 101
CLOSEUP - CRYSTAL BALL
murky with smoke.
PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY (V.O.)
Relax... Let your mind... go...
102 INT. DIVINATION CLASSROOM - MORNING 102
The students gaze into CRYSTAL BALLS, faces reflecting
the mist within, so that their very skin seems to be made
Conspicuously, Harry, Ron and Hermione sit apart.
Crystal-gazing requires that you
clear the Inner Eye. Only then,
will you... See. Oh my, what do
we have here...?
As Trelawney eyes Harry's crystal, Hermione rolls her
Here we go again. It's the Grim!
It's the Grim!
My dear, from the moment you first
arrived in my class, I sensed that
you did not possess the proper
spirit for the noble art of
Divination. You may be young in
years, but the heart that beats
beneath your bosom is as shriveled
as an old maid's, your soul as dry
as the pages of the books to which
you so desperately cleave.
Stung, Hermione starts to reply, but -- remarkably --
seems incapable of a single word. Rising gracelessly,
she exits, knocking her crystal ball to the floor. Harry
watches curiously as the ball rolls slowly OUT the
'In late spring, one of our number
will leave us forever!' You knew,
Professor! You saw.
On these occasions, I take no joy
in my gift, Miss Brown.
102A EXT. DIVINATION CLASSROOM - MORNING (LATER) 102A
As the students exit, Ron, walking separately from Harry,
turns to Neville.
She's gone mental, Hermione has.
I mean, not that she wasn't always
mental, but now it's out in the
open for everyone to see...
Ron stops, glances at Harry, then moves off. Harry
watches him go, along with the others, then spies
Hermione's crystal ball lying on the landing.
102B INT. DIVINATION CLASSROOM - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 102B
Harry sets Hermione's crystal back on its stand, starts
to go, when... the SMOKE within the crystal suddenly
DARKENS. Leaning close, Harry watches the shape that
appears. It is unmistakable: Sirius Black. Just then,
a SHADOW crawls the glossy surface of the crystal and...
... a HAND SNATCHES Harry's shoulder. He wheels,
Professor Trelawney --
He will return tonight....
Harry stiffens. Trelawney's voice is eerily HOLLOW.
Tonight, when the clock strikes
twelve, the servant shall break
free. He and his Master shall be
reunited. It cannot be prevented.
Trelawney smiles savagely... then her head falls forward.
When it rises, she blinks, eyes the hand that lies upon
Harry's shoulder. Her hand.
So sorry, dear boy. Did you say
Her voice is normal once more. Harry shakes his head.
103 INT. DIVINATION STAIRWELL - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 103
Harry -- clearly unsettled by his encounter with
Trelawney -- hastens down the stairs, and we...
104 INT. CLOCKTOWER COURTYARD - DAY (LATER) 104
SWOOK! SWOOK! We FADE UP ON a MOVING POV OF a CROW as
it glides to the flock circling the feet of a POT-BELLIED
MAN (THE EXECUTIONER) sitting in the courtyard. As he
sharpens his AXE -- SWOOK! SWOOK! -- we --
HARRY, RON AND HERMIONE
hurrying past. The Executioner looks up and we --
105 EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - BRIDGE - LATE AFTERNOON 105
... Harry, leading Ron and Hermione toward Hagrid's hut.
I can't believe they're going to
kill Buckbeak! It's too horrible.
It just got worse.
She and Ron look and SEE:
106 EXT. SUNDIAL GARDEN - CONTINUOUS ACTION - LATE 106
Malfoy, along with Crabbe and Goyle, lurks within a
grouping of monolithic menhirs, BINOCULARS in hand,
spying on Hagrid, who stands in the pumpkin patch,
tossing dead ferrets to Buckbeak. Hagrid wipes his eyes,
lopes into the hut.
Did you see the big, fat
blubbering oaf?! Oh, this is
going to be rich. Did I tell you,
Father said I can keep the head --
Ah. Come to see the show?
106 CONTINUED: 106
You... foul... loathsome...
evil... little cockroach...
Malfoy stumbles back against a tree, cross-eyed with fear
as Hermione jabs the tip of her wand under his nose,
She turns, surprised Ron's spoken to her. He looks away.
He's not worth it.
Hermione nods, then -- SMACK! -- quick as lightning,
lands a looping right to Malfoy's jaw, putting him flat
on his back. Stunned, he leaps to his feet and runs,
Crabbe and Goyle huffing and puffing behind.
That felt good.
107 EXT. SLOPE/PUMPKIN PATCH - LATE AFTERNOON (MOMENTS 107
The trio makes their way down the slope and past
Buckbeak, chewing on a ferret with idle satisfaction.
108 INT. HAGRID'S HUT - LATER (LATE AFTERNOON/DUSK) 108
Hagrid stands by the window watching Buckbeak. Harry and
Ron sit. Hermione makes tea.
Look at 'em. Loves the smell
o' the trees when the wind
I say we set him free.
(shaking his head)
They'd know I did it. And tha'
would only get Dumbledore in
trouble. Gonna come down, yeh
know. Says he wants ter be with
me when it... when it happens.
Great man, Dumbledore.
108 CONTINUED: 108
We'll stay with you too, Hagrid.
Yeh will not! Think I wan' yeh
seein' a thing like this! No.
Yeh'll drink yer tea an' be off.
But before yeh do -- I wan' ter
see you an' Ron shake hands,
Ron and Harry exchange a glance, then look to Hagrid.
Thin' I haven' seen 'ow it's bin
betw'n you two? Go on now...
Reluctantly, Harry and Ron extend their hands. Shake.
Good. Now then. Ron, I wan' ter
see you give Hermione a hug.
Go on! You two've been at it all
year. An' I'm sick o' it.
Acutely uncomfortable, Hermione and Ron step forward and
perform perhaps the most awkward hug Hogwarts has ever
Crikey, tha's jus' abou' the most
pathetic hug I e'er seen. But yeh
did it, an' tha's wha' matters.
There's jus' one other thing...
I'm not kissing Fang if that's
what you're thinking...
Hearing his name, FANG -- Hagrid's giant boarhound --
THUMPS his tail happily on the floor. Hagrid turns,
takes the lid from a FLOUR TIN, A TINY HEAD, ears flecked
with powder, emerges.
Scabbers! You're alive!
108 CONTINUED: (2) 108
Yeh should keep a closer eye on
yer pets, Ron.
I think you owe someone an
Right. Next time I see
Crookshanks, I'll let him know.
I meant me.
Crikey. Here we go agin...
SMASH! A GLASS JAR on the SHELF SHATTERS. As Hermione
scoops up a JAGGED STAR-SHAPED STONE, a second STONE
bounces off the back of Harry's head.
Harry turns, looks out the window.
Everyone turns. Looks. Dumbledore and Fudge approach.
Behind them, in a fluttering shroud of CROWS, the
Executioner follows, axe at his side. Hagrid begins to
Yeh got to go! It's almost dark.
Anyone sees yeh outside the castle
it'll be trouble! Big trouble!
'Specially you, Harry --
BANG! BANG! BANG! The door SHAKES. Hagrid stiffens in
fear. Harry reaches up, puts his finger to Hagrid's
trembling lips, speaks softly to the others.
109 EXT. HAGRID'S HUT - PUMPKIN PATCH - WIDE SHOT - DUSK 109
As the trio exit through the back door, Fudge, Dumbledore
and the Executioner enter through the front.
109 CONTINUED: 109
A veil of crows flutters onto the roof. More drop into
the patch, begin to slowly circle Buckbeak.
Harry and the others duck behind the pumpkins, watch
Hagrid solemnly greet the others. Fudge appears at the
window. Picks his nose. Just then, a Shhh! is heard.
Hermione turns. The branches of the trees behind her are
Nothing, I just thought I saw...
110 EXT. SUNDIAL GARDEN - DUSK (MOMENTS LATER) 110
The trio slip silently into a stand of trees. Beyond
them, Hagrid's hut glimmers desolately in the dying sun.
High in the CLOCK TOWER, a BELL begins to TOLL.
The trio stops, fighting their tears. A QUARTET OF BLEAK
SHADOWS files from the hut. One of the SHADOWS --
Dumbledore -- raises his hand and points, directing the
attention of the others away from Buckbeak. Dumbledore
speaks briefly -- unintelligible from this distance,
then -- CAW! CAW! -- The crows SHRIEK excitedly and the
Executioner separates from the others, disappears behind
a LOW STAND OF TREES.
All goes very still. The wind loses its voice...
Sunlight kicks off the axe as it rises over the trees,
The ax hangs seemingly forever, etched against the sky,
then drops from sight. A SICKENING CHOP! fouls the
breeze and Ron and Harry stare toward the trees in numb
disbelief. Hermione, face turned away, trembles...
110 CONTINUED: 110
The SUN sets, dropping behind the mountains in the
distance. Hermione turns. Sees a frenzied spray of
crows stain the bloody sky, their PRIMAL SHRIEKING rising
like a curse.
Slowly, Hermione's hand falls onto Ron's shoulder and
CAMERA FALLS WITH her, CONTINUING DOWN the length of
Ron's arm to his hand, where a DROP OF BLOOD hangs from
his finger, drops like a tear...
Ron stares at his hand. At the blood running down his
He bit me...
His eyes shift. See Scabbers streaking away.
As Ron pelts after Scabbers, Harry and Hermione give
110A EXT. RIDGE - CONTINUOUS ACTION - DUSK 110A
Ron reaches the summit, disappears over the top.
Hermione and Harry follow.
110B EXT. WHOMPING WILLOW - CONTINUOUS ACTION - DUSK 110B
Harry and Hermione reach the top of the ridge. Stop.
Harry. You do realize what tree
Ron nabs Scabbers, cradles him in his bloody palm.
Now behave yourself.
CAMERA PULLS BACK: Ron is kneeling under the Whomping
110B CONTINUED: 110B
That's not good.
Ron spins. Looks toward Harry.
Harry's eyes shift. Bounding toward him in the gathering
gloom is an ENORMOUS, PALE-EYED, JET-BLACK... DOG. Harry
shields himself when... the dog LEAPS CLEAR OVER HIM.
The dog's TEETH flash and -- SNAP! -- close on Ron's
foot, dragging him TOWARDS THE TRUNK like a rag doll.
Instantly, Harry dashes forward, leaps out, and grabs
Ron's hands... but he and Ron just keep skudding along
I've got you --
Hermione pitches herself onto Harry's feet... and the
three of them go scudding along.
Harry raises his chin. The dog vanishes into the GAP at
the base of the tree, begins to pull Ron through...
Hold on, Ron!
But it's no use. The dog is too powerful. Harry glances
around desperately, then finds himself looking directly
in Ron's eyes. He can read his mind.
One by one, Ron releases his fingers from Harry's
forearm. Sacrificing himself.
But Ron closes his eyes, releases his hands fully, and...
110B CONTINUED: (2) 110B
Disappears. As his VOICE ECHOES deep into the earth...
Harry and Hermione rise, peer into the hole.
WHOMP! The Whomping Willow sweeps first Hermione, then
Harry, into the air and -- FLOOMPH -- drops them on their
HARRY AND HERMIONE'S POV - THE BRANCHES OVERHEAD
Swaying beautifully against the dusky sky, swishing
BACK TO SCENE
As one, they rise. Run back toward the gap in the tree.
A branch swoops down.
Hermione ducks. Harry doesn't. WHOOSH -- he is flung
one way, his GLASSES the other.
Hermione HOPS over another branch -- looks briefly
pleased with herself -- only to find herself SWEPT HIGH
IN THE AIR by a second branch. She looks down, sees
Harry searching the ground for his glasses.
Harry squints up, sees a PILE-DRIVING FIST of a branch
screaming straight down for his head. He rolls away just
as -- WHOMP! -- the branch PULVERIZES the ground.
Hermione WHIPS THROUGH FRAME, still clinging on for dear
life, and Harry rises. FLUMPH! -- he's promptly knocked
to the ground again. Hermione goes CRASHING through the
high branches, Harry spies his glasses and grabs them.
Rising, he fits them to his face and...
HIS BLURRY POV...
... turns CRYSTAL CLEAR just in time to see Hermione
FLYING MADLY TOWARD HIM.
Hermione reaches out, grabs Harry's shirt and -- riding
the branch in tandem -- the two boomerang back, hurtling
toward the trunk of the tree, through the gap, and into
111 INT. WILLOW ROOTS - TUNNEL - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 111
... below. OOMPH! Harry hits the ground hard. OOMPH!
Hermione falls on top of him.
Don't mention it. Lumos.
As the tip of Harry's WAND GLOWS, reveals a long, snaking
Where do you suppose this goes?
I have a hunch. I just hope I'm
111A INT. TUNNEL TO SHRIEKING SHACK - NIGHT 111A
Harry and Hermione make their way through the primitive
passageway, ducking the roots that dangle overhead.
Then, abruptly, the tunnel... ends. Confused, Harry and
Hermione glance about, then -- as one -- peer up. A
small opening. Harry reaches up, hoists himself through.
112 INT. SHRIEKING SHACK - DECREPIT ROOM - NIGHT 112
Harry pulls Hermione up. Looks about. Paper peels from
the walls. Stains -- suspiciously similar to dried blood
-- blot the floorboards. Shattered furniture lies strewn
We're in the Shrieking Shack,
Harry doesn't answer, staring at the DOG PRINTS in the DUST
on the floor. The CEILING CREAKS. They dash to the stairs.
113 INT. HALLWAY - LANDING - NIGHT (SECONDS LATER) 113
They come out, look down. A wide, shiny stripe cuts
through the DUST-LADEN floor -- as if something has been
dragged -- to the end of the hallway, where a LIGHT seeps
from a door.
113 CONTINUED: 113
His wand-light dies. Slowly, they step to the door.
Exchange a look. She nods, wand ready, and Harry KICKS
the door aside.
114 INT. UPSTAIRS ROOM - SAME TIME 114
Ron sits upon a sagging bed, clutching his bloody foot.
Ron! You're okay --
The dog -- where's the --
He's the dog.
It's a trap, Harry.
He's an Animagus...
Harry looks down, follows the PAW PRINTS on the floor to
a pair of FILTHY HUMAN FEET. Harry looks up slowly at
the MAN standing in the shadows. Filthy, matted hair
hangs to his shoulders. His skin like a corpse.
He studies Harry's face keenly. Harry draws his wand.
If you want to kill Harry, you'll
-- you'll... have to kill us, too!
No. Only one will die tonight.
Then it'll be you!
Just then, FOOTSTEPS sound. Black wheels toward the
door, edgy. Harry eyes Black, wand hand shaking
violently. As Black turns back, he stops, regards Harry
Going to kill me, Harry?
114 CONTINUED: 114
Harry raises his wand. BLAM! -- the DOOR CRASHES OPEN:
Lupin ignores them, eying Black intensely.
Looking a bit ragged, aren't we,
Sirius? Finally the skin reflects
the madness within.
You'd know all about the madness
within, wouldn't you, Remus?
The two regard each other, the moment taut with tension,
then Lupin steps forward and... EMBRACES Black like a
No! I trusted you! I covered up
for you. And all this time you've
been his friend!
He's a werewolf! That's why he's
been missing classes!
Harry and Ron stare, dumbfounded, at Lupin. Black HOWLS
then, bitterly amused. Lupin eyes him, then turns back.
How long have you known?
Since Professor Snape set the
You're the brightest witch of your
age I've ever met, Hermione.
Yes, you glow like the sun. And
you howl at the moon. Enough
talk! He dies. Now. If you
won't do it with me, Remus, I'll
do it alone.
Wait, Sirius --
114 CONTINUED: (2) 114
I did my waiting! Twelve years of
it! In Azkaban! Trust me, you
wouldn't have lasted a week!
Lupin eyes Black, then nods.
All right then. As you wish...
Harry raises his wand when Lupin wheels and, with a flick
of his own, disarms him. Furious, Harry eyes Black
You betrayed my parents! You sold
them to Voldemort!
It's a lie! I never would've
betrayed James and Lily!
Harry! You've got to listen --
Did he listen! When my mother was
dying! Did he hear her screaming!
No! I wasn't there! And I'll
regret it the rest of my life!
Harry's eyes flash to Black's, glittering with pain.
Someone else betrayed your
parents, Harry. Someone in this
room right now. Someone who,
until quite recently, I believed
to be dead.
He's as good as dead.
What're you talking about?
There's nobody here.
114 CONTINUED: (3) 114
Oh yes there is...
Black turns then, to Ron, and CROONS in a cruel sing
Come out, come out, Peter
Come out, come out and play...
Ron draws back from Black's demented gaze.
Harry's eyes shift from Ron's FACE to his HANDS, where
Scabbers TWISTS violently. As a curious expression
befalls Harry, Lupin and Black, as one, raise their
The wands fly from their hands. The others turn, find
Snape standing in the doorway, smiling smugly.
Ah, vengeance is sweet. How I
hoped I'd be the one to catch you.
I told Dumbledore you were helping
your old friend into the castle.
And here's the proof.
Brilliant! And -- as usual --
dead wrong. Now give us our wands
back. Remus and I have a bit of
unfinished business to tend to.
As Black approaches, Snape puts his wand to Black's neck.
Give me a reason. I beg you.
Don't be a fool, Severus!
114 CONTINUED: (4) 114
He can't help it. It's habit by
(clucking his tongue)
Listen to you two. Quarreling
like an old married couple. The
creature and the criminal.
Witty as ever I see. Tell me,
will you be so irreverent when I
turn you over to the Dementors?
(as Black reacts)
Do I detect a flicker of fear?
One can only imagine what it must
be like to endure the Dementor's
Kiss. It's said to be unbearable
to witness. But I'll do my best.
Snape's eyes harden. He gestures to the door.
As the others start to go, Harry glances at the table
where Lupin has left Harry's wand. In a flash, it's in
Snape soars into the air, hits the wall with a THUD, and
slides down. Ron and Hermione stare in shock.
You attacked a teacher.
Harry looks a bit shocked himself, then turns to Black.
You said Peter before. Peter who?
Pettigrew. He was at school with
us. We thought he was a friend.
114 CONTINUED: (5) 114
No. Pettigrew's dead.
As Harry points at Black, Black laughs mirthlessly.
I thought so, too. Until you
mentioned seeing Pettigrew on the
The Map was lying then --
The Map never lies. Pettigrew's
alive. And he's right there.
Black points at... Ron. Ron goes white with fear.
M-me? It's lunatic...
Not you, you idiot. Your rat.
Scabbers? Scabbers has been in my
family for --
Twelve years. A curiously long
life for a common garden rat.
He's missing a toe, isn't he?
Black unfolds a dog-eared clipping from The Daily
Prophet: it shows Ron in Egypt with his family, Scabbers
on his shoulder.
All they could find of Pettigrew
was his --
Finger. Dirty coward cut it off
so everyone would think he was
dead. Then he transformed into a
114 CONTINUED: (6) 114
Harry stares into Black's sunken eyes. Wanting to
believe. Desperate to believe. Glances at Ron, his
agonized face. Scabbers SQUIRMS VIOLENTLY.
Lupin and Black turn to Ron. He holds Scabbers
What are you going to do to him?
Sirius and Lupin exchange a glance.
With that, Lupin takes out his wand and, as one, he and
Black cast a stream of BLUE-WHITE LIGHT. Scabbers twists
madly in midair, then -- FLASH! -- transforms into... a
very short man with thinning hair and grubby hands.
S-Sirius... R-Remus. My old
Neither speaks. Pettigrew's small, watery eyes dart
toward the windows and door. Suddenly, he makes a
break for it, but Sirius merely shoves him back.
Pettigrew's nose twitches, his gaze finding Harry. His
hands flutter nervously, reveal a MISSING INDEX FINGER.
Harry! Look at you! Y-you look
just like your father. Like
James. We were the best of
friends, he and I --
I didn't mean to! The Dark Lord,
you have no idea the weapons he
possesses! Ask yourself what you
would have done, Sirius. What
would you have done!
114 CONTINUED: (7) 114
Died! Died rather than betray my
friends! And you should have
realized, Peter, if Voldemort
didn't kill you...
No... please... you can't...
Ron! Haven't I been a good
friend? A good pet? You won't
let them kill me, will you? I was
Ron draws back in disgust. Pettigrew turns to Hermione.
Sweet girl. Clever girl. Surely
you won't let them...
As one, Lupin and Black raise their wands, point them
directly into Pettigrew's face. He shrinks back
trembling, closing his eyes in fear, when...
Pettigrew's lids lift. Lupin and Black turn. Staggered.
Harry, this man...
I know what he is. But we'll take
him to the castle.
Bless you, boy! Bless you --
Get off! I said we'd take you to
the castle. After that, the
Dementors can have you.
115 OMITTED 115
117 EXT. WHOMPING WILLOW - NIGHT (LATER) 117
As Pettigrew emerges from the gap, he prattles
Turn me into a maggot. A dung
beetle. A Flobberworm! Anything
but the Dementors...
(as Ron emerges)
Ron! Haven't I been a good
friend? A good pet? You won't
let them kill me, will you? I was
As Ron draws back in disgust, a sleepwalking Snape BUMPS
his head against a low limb. Hermione turns to Harry.
Don't worry. He's under the
Somnambulist Charm. It's
primarily used to transport the
As Harry nods, Pettigrew's pleading eyes find Hermione.
Sweet girl. Clever girl. Surely
you won't let them...
Hermione tugs her robes from Pettigrew's sweaty grasp.
Harry turns, sees Black staring in wonder at the castle,
shining radiantly under the bright bowl of the night sky.
Beautiful, isn't it? I'll never
forget the first time I walked
through those doors. It'll be
nice to do it again. Freely.
(turning to Harry)
That was a noble thing you did
back there. He doesn't deserve
Harry studies Pettigrew briefly, looks away. Lost in
I don't reckon my father'd want
his best friends to become killers
for a worthless piece of vermin
like Pettigrew. Besides: Dead,
the truth dies with him. Alive...
117 CONTINUED: 117
Sirius studies Harry's profile, moved by this.
I don't know if you know, Harry,
but when you were born, James and
Lily made me your guardian...
And, well, I'll understand if you
choose to stay with your aunt and
uncle, but, so you know, you
Come live with you?
Soon as my name's cleared...
Harry looks at Hogwarts. GRINS. Sirius does the same.
Then, Hermione's voice rises on the air, quavering with
He turns, see Hermione staring at the FULL MOON. His
eyes shift. Lupin is a rigid silhouette, his fingers
Remus, old friend... did you take
your potion tonight?
Lupin, twitching, SHAKES HIS HEAD. Pettigrew's eyes
dart, taking in the situation, then slowly shift, note
the WAND trembling in LUPIN'S LENGTHENING FIST.
Run. All of you. Now.
But none of them do, transfixed, watching as BRISTLES
POKE THROUGH LUPIN'S SKIN. Black steps forward, wraps
his arms around his friend, presses his mouth to his ear.
You know the man you truly are,
Remus. This flesh is only flesh.
117 CONTINUED: (2) 117
SIRIUS BLACK (CONT'Dpounding Lupin's
This heart is where you truly
live. This heart! Here!
As Lupin's WAND DROPS... Pettigrew LEAPS.
(flashing his wand)
Lupin's wand flies from Pettigrew's hand and he FREEZES.
Then slowly turns. Face blank, eyes closed, he... GRINS
HIDEOUSLY. Transforms. Stunned, Harry watches a RAT
dart into the night.
A HOWL PIERCES THE AIR and Harry wheels. With a shrug,
Lupin tosses Black into the air, then turns. He is no
longer human. He's a werewolf. Harry and Hermione begin
to edge back.
The WEREWOLF'S eyes blaze. Long teeth glitter. Then...
a horrifying GROWL ERUPTS from its throat. Harry and
Hermione spin, begin to flee... and run flat into Snape.
As they collapse in a great clumsy pile, Snape's eyes
flutter open, the spell broken. Seeing Hermione atop
him, he sweeps her aside...
Out of the way!
... and finds the werewolf preparing to pounce. Leaping
to his feet, Snape draws his wand and steps forward,
shielding Hermione, Harry and Ron.
The WEREWOLF HOWLS, SPRINTS forward, when -- SWOOSH! -- a
GIANT DOG (Black) intercepts it in MIDAIR. They hit the
ground in a FIERCE TANGLE of FLASHING TEETH, a single
horrible flailing beast. Again and again, the dog pushes
the werewolf back, but the werewolf is too strong...
The DOG YELPS, ROARS in pain, and the werewolf flings it
into the tall grass. As it charges after, Harry pushes
past Snape, dashes into the night. Hermione makes to
follow, but Snape holds her back.
117 CONTINUED: (3) 117
Harry runs full out. Up ahead, FRAMED AGAINST A FULL
MOON, he spies the dog, lying inert, the werewolf's
razor-sharp claws suspended over its neck.
Desperately, Harry plucks a THICK BRANCH from the ground
and hurls it with all his might. Bull's-eye. The
werewolf freezes. Turns. Begins to move toward...
Harry draws his wand, terrified, but tormented as well,
knowing Lupin dwells somewhere within the beast.
Please, Professor. Stop... It's
Suddenly... a HOWL pierces the night.
The werewolf falters, cocking its head toward the forest.
Harry waits, petrified. The WEREWOLF's eyes shift back
to him. It SNARLS, moves closer, ready to kill. Harry
covers his face with his arm, when...
... a SECOND HOWL ECHOES high above the forest. Slowly,
Harry drops his arm. Looks. The werewolf bounds toward
the forest, vanishes. Harry's eyes shift. In the
darkness, the wounded dog lurches through the tall grass.
Falls. Rises. Falls again. Each time becoming more
human. As he disappears over the ridge, Harry sprints
117A EXT. BLACK LAKE - SAME TIME - NIGHT 117A
Harry stumbles down to Black, who lies on the water's
edge, now fully a man, arms and face gleaming with
Harry looks into his glassy eyes.
117A CONTINUED: 117A
A fragile MIST escapes Harry's mouth. A raw WIND TOSSES
his hair. CHILL-BUMPS pebble his SKIN. A FRINGE of ICE
appears at the lake's edge. Then they appear, oozing
like smoke through the TREES across the lake. Dementors.
(drawing his wand)
A thin silvery wisp weeps from Harry's wand, hovering
like a VEIL, but the Dementors continue to come. Harry
places his hand on Black's HEAVING HEART, poises his wand
Harry's Patronus blooms briefly... and dies. Harry's
eyes flutter, the DEMENTORS twisting madly in his vision,
drawing closer. Black GASPS. SILVERY FEATHERS of LIGHT
tumble from his lips, as if his very soul were leaving
Then... a LIGHT splinters the trees. Harry squints, sees
a FIERY STAG appear... its body luminous... slashing
through the trees... sowing light in the darkness. The
Dementors wilt in its wake, but more replace them,
sweeping down in waves. Still, the stag charges on. The
LIGHT EXPANDS. The forest blazing with it. The remaining
Dementors flee, drifting across the moon like ash.
The light ebbs. The stag's luminous body flickers.
There is a BRIGHT FLASH and darkness returns, a single
THREAD of LIGHT all that remains, spinning down to the
size of a PEARL... in the palm of MAN, standing deep in
the trees. Harry studies the strangely familiar
SILHOUETTE, then... it is gone.
Silence drops like a curtain. MIST rises from the lake.
As Snape appears at the top of the rise, we --
FADE TO BLACK.
118 INT. HOSPITAL WING - NIGHT (LATER) 118
CAMERA PULLS BACK SLOWLY... out of HERMIONE'S SHADOW,
which ripples against the curtain that encircles Harry's
bed. A HAND reaches out -- Harry's hand -- and sweeps
the CURTAIN ASIDE. Ron lies opposite, his leg BANDAGED.
Hermione paces. Stops.
118 CONTINUED: 118
I saw my dad.
He sent the Dementors away... I
saw him. Across the lake...
Hermione exchanges a private glance with Ron, turns back.
Listen, Harry. They've captured
Sirius. Any minute the Dementors
are going to perform the Kiss.
It's what Dementors do to those
they want to destroy. They clamp
their jaws over the victim's mouth
and... suck out his soul.
You mean, they're going to kill
No. It's worse. Much worse. You
go on living. But you have no
memory. No sense of self. You're
just a shall. An empty shell...
As Harry reacts, the door opens and Dumbledore enters.
Headmaster! You've got to stop
them! They've got the wrong man!
It's true, sir. Sirius is
It's Scabbers who did it!
118 CONTINUED: (2) 118
My rat, sir. Only he's not really
Well, he was a rat. You
see, he used to be my brother
The point is... we know the truth.
Please, sir, you must believe us.
I do, Miss Granger. But I'm sorry
to say the word of three thirteen-
year-old wizards will convince few
others. A child's voice, however
honest and true, is meaningless to
those who have forgotten how to
As Dumbledore turns to the window, a SHOOTING STAR
plummets silently through the sky.
Ah... a shooting star. If ever
one was to make a wish, now would
be the time. But time, I'm
afraid, is precisely our
On cue, the MIDNIGHT BELL begins to CHIME... DING!...
Mysterious thing, time. Powerful.
And, when meddled with...
dangerous. Sirius Black is in the
topmost cell of the Dark Tower.
You know the laws, Miss Granger.
You must not be seen. And you
would, I feel, do well to return
before this last chime. If not...
well, the consequences are really
too ghastly to discuss. Three
turns should do it, I think. If
you succeed, more than one
innocent life may be spared
118 CONTINUED: (3) 118
Dumbledore hands Harry and Hermione each a stick of
CHOCOLATE, then starts to go... stops.
By the way, when in doubt, I find
retracing my steps to be a wise
place to begin... Good luck.
He smiles, exits. Harry glances curiously at the
What in bloody hell was all that
But Hermione doesn't reply, instead looping the pendant's
long chain around Harry's neck as well as her own.
Sorry, Ron. But seeing as you
As Ron and Harry exchange a curious glance, the BELL
continues to CHIME -- DING! DING! -- and...
119 INT. HOSPITAL WING - TIME REVERSAL - NIGHT/LATE 119
TIME REVERSES in a dizzying backward blur, as if a tape
were being rewound, every moment that occurred in the
hospital room flickering by at a dizzying speed while,
outside the window, darkness gives way to dusk and the
sun "un-sets," returning to its place low on the horizon.
At this point, the TIME REVERSAL ends and the room is...
Empty. Except for Harry and Hermione. As Hermione
unloops the necklace, Harry glances around in confusion.
What just happened? Where's Ron?
Hermione ignores the question, eyes the CLOCK on the
Seven-thirty. Where were we at
Huh? Dunno... going to Hagrid's?
119 CONTINUED: 119
Come on! We can't be seen!
Hermione grabs Harry's arm, slams through the door.
120 OMITTED 120
123 EXT. BRIDGE - LATE AFTERNOON (MOMENTS LATER) 123
Harry and Hermione come to a mad, huffing halt.
Hermione! Will you please tell me
what it is we're doing?!
She holds up a hand, silencing him. Annoyed, Harry
follows her gaze and BLINKS in DISBELIEF. Across the
124 EXT. SUNDIAL GARDEN - SAME TIME - LATE AFTERNOON 124
... he sees himself, along with Hermione and Ron, about
to confront Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle near the monoliths.
But that... that's... us. This is
INTERCUT BETWEEN BRIDGE AND SUNDIAL GARDEN.
Dumbfounded, Harry turns. Hermione holds up the HOURGLASS.
This is a Time-Turner, Harry.
McGonagall gave it to me first
term. This is how I've been
getting to my lessons all year.
You mean, we've gone back in time?
Yes. Dumbledore wanted us to
return to this moment. Clearly
something happened he wants us to
124 CONTINUED: 124
A soft SMACK is HEARD. They turn, see Malfoy land on
the seat of his pants in the Sundial Garden, rub his
Hurry! Malfoy's coming!
Hermione pulls Harry under the bridge. Seconds later,
FOOTSTEPS CLAMOR over their heads.
Not a word of this to anyone,
understood! I'll get that jumped-
up Mudblood one of these days.
Mark my words...
Eyes narrowed in anger, Hermione leans out, reaches up,
and sends Malfoy SPRAWLING. As Harry pulls her back,
Malfoy looks around in confusion, then dashes off with
Seconds later, Harry emerges, marvels at the sight
of himself and Hermione, and Ron heading down the
slope to Hagrid's hut. His eyes shift to the pumpkin
Look. Buckbeak's still alive.
Of course! Remember what
Dumbledore said. If we succeed,
more than one innocent life could
Buckbeak? But... how will saving
Buckbeak help Sirius?
125 EXT. HAGRID'S HUT - PUMPKIN PATCH - LATE AFTERNOON/DUSK 125
As Buckbeak feasts on a ferret, Harry and Hermione duck
behind a pile of pumpkins. Peering into the hut, Harry
sees Hermione and Ron embrace awkwardly.
125 CONTINUED: 125
He grins, turns, only to find Hermione analyzing the
moment with considerable fascination. Caught -- regards
Harry looks toward the slope, sees Fudge and the others
approaching in a CLOUD of CROWS.
Here they come. I better hurry.
No! Fudge has to see Buckbeak
before we steal him. Otherwise,
he'll think Hagrid set him free!
Harry nods, then looks toward the hut. Inside, Hagrid is
handing Scabbers to Ron.
That's Pettigrew --
As he starts to rise, Hermione grabs him, speaks
No, Harry! You can't!
Hermione, that's the man who
betrayed my parents! You don't
expect me to just sit here...
Yes! You Must!
Harry, you're in Hagrid's hut
right now. If you go bursting
inside, you'll think you've gone
mad. Awful things can happen when
wizards meddle with time. We
can't be seen.
Hermione turns, watches Fudge and the others drawing
closer. She frowns, glances into the hut.
125 CONTINUED: (2) 125
Fudge is coming and... we're not
leaving... why aren't we leaving?
Just then... on the ground beside her... Hermione notices
a JAGGED STAR-SHAPED STONE. Instantly, she grabs it,
rises, and hurls it through the OPEN WINDOW. SMASH! The
sound of a GLASS JAR SHATTERING is heard within the hut.
Are you mad?
Hermione ignores him, swiftly whistling a second stone
through the window and -- CONK! -- off the back of
Crows begin to drop atop the roof. Fudge's party
arrives, RAPS on the door.
C'mon. Any minute now we're going
to be coming out the back door.
Quickly, Hermione and Harry dash into the trees directly
behind... just in time to see themselves -- along with
Ron -- exit the back door and slip behind the pumpkin
pile where, only seconds before, they were hiding. As
Fudge appears at the window and picks his nose as before,
Hermione ponders the back of her own head.
Is that really what my hair looks
like from the back?
Hermione sees herself turn. Ducking, she accidentally
stirs the branches, then peeks out and sees herself
staring curiously at the branches DANCING ODDLY. Next
she hears her own voice:
Nothing, I just thought I saw...
125 CONTINUED: (3) 125
Harry and Hermione watch themselves start up the slope.
The coast clear, they slip out of the trees.
As Harry vaults into the patch, the CROWS STIR, CAWING at
his ankles, pecking at his feet.
CORNELIUS FUDGE (O.S.)
'It is the decision of the
Committee for the Disposal of
Dangerous Creatures that the
Hippogriff Buckbeak, hereafter
called the condemned, shall be
executed this day at sundown...'
As Harry approaches, Buckbeak studies him curiously, a
ferret leg dangling from his beak. Harry bows. SLURP!
The ferret leg disappears and Buckbeak returns Harry's
nod. As Harry takes Buckbeak's chain... a flint-eyed
crow PECKS his hand.
Harry waves the crow away, yanks hard on Buckbeat's
CORNELIUS FUDGE (O.S.)
'The Committee's appointed
executioner shall dispatch the
condemned by means of
C'mon, Buckbeak. Come on...
Buckbeak refuses to move.
CORNELIUS FUDGE (O.S.)
'As witnessed below.' You sign
here, Hagrid. Very well,
gentlemen. Let's step outside,
DING! The Hogwarts BELL begins to TOLL. Harry and
Hermione exchange a glance. Harry tugs harder. No go.
Excuse me, Minister. I believe I
must sign as well...
125 CONTINUED: (4) 125
Harry PULLS at the chain, straining mightily...
DING! when Hermione POPS UP, BOWS QUICKLY, and dangles a
dead ferret before Buckbeak.
Here, Beaky... Come and get the
nice dead ferret... yum yum...
Harry looks at her as if she's mad, but it's... working.
As Buckbeak trots after, the CAWING CROWS scatter.
Harry and Hermione lead Buckbeak away when the back door
suddenly opens. They freeze... caught... Fudge's eyes
drifting their way, when -- as before -- Dumbledore
raises his hand and directs the attention of the others
away from Buckbeak.
Professor Dippet had those
blackberries planted when he was
Harry and Hermione shoo Buckbeak along, disappear into
the forest... just as Dumbledore concludes his reverie.
Let's get this over with, shall
Harry and Hermione -- their view unobstructed by the LOW
STAND OF TREES this time -- watch the Executioner
approach the pumpkin patch... and stop. Quickly, the
confusion in his masked eyes turns to anger.
But... where is it? I just saw
the beast not moments ago --
Hearing Hagrid's husky voice, BUCKBEAK strains at his
tether, WHIMPERS eerily. Hermione tosses him another
(a hint of amusement)
125 CONTINUED: (5) 125
Come now, Dumbledore. Someone's
obviously released him.
Professor, I swear! I didn't!
I'm quite sure the Minister isn't
suggesting that you had anything
to do with it, Hagrid. How could
you? You've been with us all
We should search the grounds --
Search the skies if you must,
Minister. In the meantime, I
wouldn't say no to a cup of tea,
Hagrid. Or... a large brandy.
(to the Executioner)
It seems your services will no
longer be required.
The Executioner lifts his blade and -- with a brutal fury
-- plunges it into the flesh of a PUMPKIN with a
The CROWS SCATTER to the skies.
126 EXT. FORBIDDEN FOREST - DUSK (MOMENTS LATER) 126
Harry and Hermione race through the trees as Buckbeak
lopes easily behind.
We save Sirius.
And we do that... how?
127 EXT. EDGE OF FOREST AT WHOMPING WILLOW - DUSK 127
SUBJECTIVE POV, GLIDING THROUGH a thicket of trees, TO
the forest's edge, the trees thinning, REVEALING...
127A EXT. EDGE OF FOREST AT WHOMPING WILLOW - DUSK 127A
... the Whomping Willow THRASHING. Hermione disappears
down the hole, then a FIGURE approaches the tree. Lupin.
Look. It's Lupin.
As the Whomping Willow begins to thrash, its violence
oddly muted at this distance, Lupin takes a stick, pokes
a knot on the trunk. Instantly, the Willow calms.
Wait until Fred and George hear
about that one.
Here comes Snape.
As Lupin disappears into the gap at the base of the tree,
Snape makes his way down the slope.
And now we wait.
Now we wait.
127B EXT. EDGE OF FOREST AT WHOMPING WILLOW - DUSK TO NIGHT 127B
We look UPWARD, see the tops of the trees etched against
the darkening sky. BATS fly TOWARD us. We FOLLOW one,
when Buckbeak snags one. A tail twitches briefly between
his beak, then -- SLURP! -- is gone.
'Least someone's enjoying himself.
Harry and Hermione sit together in the lengthening
shadows. Harry snaps off a piece of chocolate, hands it
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Before. Down by the lake. When I
was with Sirius... I did see
someone... that someone made the
Dementors go away...
With a Patronus. I heard Snape
telling Dumbledore when we were
taken to the hospital. According
to him, only a really powerful
wizard could have conjured it.
It was my Dad.
Hermione looks at Harry.
It was my Dad who conjured the
But, Harry, your Dad's...
Dead. I know. I'm just telling
you what I saw.
Hermione nods, not wanting to press Harry further, then
glances beyond the trees, toward the Whomping Willow.
Here we come.
128 EXT. EDGE OF FOREST AT WHOMPING WILLOW - NIGHT 128
SHADOWS emerge under a FULL MOON: Black. Harry.
Pettigrew. Lupin. Hermione. Ron. Sleepwalking
Harry studies himself and Sirius.
You see Sirius talking to me?
He's asking me to come live with
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Harry nods, his voice wistful.
When we free him, I'll never have
to go back to the Dursley's. I'm
going to tell him I'd like to live
someplace in the country. I think
he'd like that, after all those
years in Azkaban. We don't need a
big place and I can help him...
A HOWL pierces the night. Hermione glances toward the
It's happened. Lupin's
Which means Pettigrew is slipping
safely into the night. While we
just stand here...
A FIERCE GROWLING is heard as twin silhouettes -- the DOG
and the WEREWOLF -- bound into the tall grass. Harry
watches himself appear, hurl the stick as before. The
werewolf turns, begins to stalk...
OWWWWWWWWW! Harry wheels, sees Hermione, hands cupped to
her mouth, making a loud HOWL. He covers her mouth.
What are you doing?
Saving your life.
Harry looks back to the tall grass. The werewolf is
frozen. As before, it begins to approach Harry again.
OWWWWWWWW! This time, Harry doesn't stop her.
Thanks. But we have to move.
Because that werewolf you just
called is running right this way.
They exchange a glance and... RUN.
129 OMITTED 129
130A EXT. FOREST - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 130A
Harry and Hermione dash for the lives, swing behind a
HUGE TREE. As CAMERA BEGINS TO CIRCLE, the werewolf
appears. Pauses. As it approaches the tree, Harry and
Hermione silently sidestep in the opposite direction,
until the werewolf... disappears. CAMERA CONTINUES TO
CIRCLE the tree...
Buckbeak. We've got to find him.
... and REVEALS the werewolf, fifteen feet past, waiting.
As Harry and Hermione step out, they freeze. The
werewolf poises itself, preparing to pounce, when...
SKREEEK! The TREES shake with the fury of a HURRICANE
and Buckbeak charges into the clearing, screening Harry
and Hermione. The WEREWOLF SNARLS ANGRILY, makes to
charge. With lightning-fast reflexes, Buckbeak's claws
slash the air... only inches from the werewolf's face.
The werewolf stops, eyes glittering with rage, then...
HOWLS. Turning, it vanishes into the forest.
Poor Professor Lupin is having a
really tough night...
Just then, a CHILL WIND rises...
The LEAVES of the trees TREMBLE...
EERIE SHADOWS flutter over the moon, greasy as smoke...
Looking UPWARD... THROUGH the trees as the sky wheels by,
Dementors streaking IN AND OUT OF VIEW.
130B EXT. EDGE OF FOREST AT BLACK LAKE - NIGHT (MOMENTS 130B
CAMERA RUSHES IN, HOLDS ON Harry and Hermione's faces.
130B CONTINUED: 130B
Opposite them, across the lake...
130C EXT. BLACK LAKE - SAME TIME 130C
... a CYCLONE of DEMENTORS whirl madly above Harry and
INTERCUT BETWEEN BLACK LAKE AND EDGE OF FOREST.
Harry watches himself vainly attempt to conjure a
Patronus as the cyclone only continues to grow...
This is horrible...
Don't worry. My Dad will come...
Right there... you'll see... he'll
come... any minute... he'll
conjure the Patronus
Hermione eyes Harry warily. He is transfixed, staring
hungrily toward the outcrop. The WIND RISES. The Lake
begins to freeze. WHOOSH! WHOOSH! One after another,
Dementors drop from the sky, vanish in the cyclone...
No one's coming, Harry...
HE WILL! He will come!
She looks. Nothing. Desperately, her eyes flash to the
cyclone, to the pitiful sight of Harry and Black at the
water's edge... wracked with pain... dying...
No one's coming! You're dying,
both of you... and no one's
Harry's face changes. A riddle unravels. He draws his
130C CONTINUED: 130C
Too late. Harry slashes through the trees, down to the
rocky outcrop, to the exact spot where his father
appeared. Poising his wand, he looks out over the sea of
Dementors on the other side of the lake.
A WISP of SILVER escapes his wand, hovering like a MIST,
then BLOOMS MAGNIFICENTLY. The trees EXPLODE WITH LIGHT.
The Lake BLAZES with reflected FIRE. Harry stands
utterly still, wand extended to the heavens. Across the
lake, the Dementors retreat. Harry waits, still as a
statue, until each and every one is gone.
Then he simply lets his arm drop.
131 EXT. HOGWARTS - SKY - FLYING - NIGHT (LATER) 131
WHOOSH! Harry and Hermione plunge INTO FRAME astride
Buckbeak, SOARING toward the castle. Outside the
grounds, the Dementors wait restlessly. Up ahead, Fudge
and Snape enter the Dark Tower, TORCHES in hand.
You were right, Hermione. It
wasn't my dad I saw earlier. It
was... me. I saw myself conjuring
the Patronus before. I knew I
could do it this time, because...
because I'd already done it. Does
that make sense?
Hermione contemplates this.
But I don't like this!
132 EXT. HOGWARTS - DARK TOWER - WIDE SHOT - NIGHT (MOMENTS 132
We see Buckbeak land.
133 EXT. DARK TOWER - TERRACE - NIGHT 133
Sirius paces within a SMALL CELL, a man condemned.
Spying Harry and Hermione, he stops. Stunned to see
134 INT. DARK TOWER - STAIRWELL - NIGHT (SAME TIME) 134
Snape, TORCH in hand, leads the way as Fudge HUFFS after.
135 EXT. DARK TOWER - TERRACE - NIGHT (SAME TIME) 135
Hermione pushes past Harry.
Out of the way!
(raising her wand)
Sirius tests the IRON DOOR. Still locked.
Didn't really expect that to work.
136 EXT. DARK TOWER - STAIRWELL - NIGHT (SAME TIME) 136
Snape and Fudge draw closer...
137 EXT. DARK TOWER - TERRACE - NIGHT (SAME TIME) 137
Wand flashing, Hermione tries spell after spell.
Dunamis! Liberare! Annihilare!
No. No. No. No.
You might try --
Quiet! I'm trying to think.
She resumes pacing, MUTTERING furiously. Then... stops.
KA-BOOM! The CELL DOOR ROCKETS to the sky.
138 EXT. SKY/HOGWARTS - HELICOPTER SHOT - NIGHT 138
We see Buckbeak spirit Harry, Hermione and Sirius off the
terrace and soar directly TOWARD us... Just as Snape and
Fudge reach the top of the Tower.
139 EXT. BUCKBEAK - FLYING - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 139
Sirius laughs, hair blowing in the wind.
You truly are your father's son,
140 EXT. CLOCKTOWER COURTYARD - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 140
Black puts his hands to Hermione's waist, swings her off
Buckbeak and onto the ground next to Harry.
I'll be forever grateful for this.
To both of you.
I want to go with you.
One day perhaps. For some time...
life will be too... unpredictable.
Besides, you're meant to be here.
Black claps his shoulder, looks him in the eye.
But promise me something, Harry.
Trust yourself. No matter the
challenges you face -- and I fear
they will be many -- you'll be
surprised how many times you can
find the answers...
(tapping his heart)
As Sirius climbs atop Buckbeak, a SHOOTING STAR arcs
through the heavens.
A shooting star. Make a wish.
WHACK! -- Black gives Buckbeak a SLAP and they soar into
the glittering sky. Harry and Hermione stand watching,
when... DING! They wheel. Look to the Clock Tower.
We have to go.
140 CONTINUED: 140
As Harry and Hermione dash off, CAMERA TRACKS AFTER,
RISING WITH them as they race up the tower stairway, then
passing through the mechanism and on through to the end
141 OMITTED 141
144 INT. CORRIDOR/CLOCK TOWER - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 144
... the corridor. The Clock Tower BELL THUNDERS. The
DOOR OPENS. Dumbledore backs out...
By the way, when in doubt, I
always find retracing my steps to
be a wise place to begin... Good
As Dumbledore begins to close the door, Harry and
Hermione stumble frantically forward, the door about to
hit the jamb, when... suddenly... Dumbledore stops.
He's free -- Sirius. We... we did
With a twinkle in his eye, Dumbledore swings open the
door. As Harry and Hermione enter.
145 INT. HOSPITAL WING - NIGHT (SAME TIME) 145
... they catch the faintest glimpse of... themselves...
across the room... just as they EVAPORATE. Ron blinks.
How'd you two get over there? I
was just talking to you... over
145 CONTINUED: 145
Ron glances to the other side of the room. Frowns.
Hermione glances mischievously to Harry.
What d'you think, Harry? Too much
for him -- everything that's
Afraid so. Always been a bit of
the nervous type, Ron has.
Ron stares at them, confounded. Slowly, they... GRIN.
146 EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - MORNING 146
The Whomping Willow sways in a light breeze. The Black
Lake shimmers, clouds drifting in its glassy mirror.
147 INT. CORRIDOR/LUPIN'S OFFICE - MORNING 147
Harry walks softly toward an OPEN DOOR -- Lupin's
office -- and peers in. Lupin stands over a battered
suitcase, filling it with the last of his books. Without
turning, he SPEAKS.
Harry JUMPS. Lupin turns, smiles through haggard eyes.
Saw you coming.
The Marauder's Map lies open on an otherwise bare desk.
Harry nods, looks back to Lupin. Unable to disguise his
shock at Lupin's appearance.
I've looked worse, believe me.
Harry eyes the open desk drawers... the bare
You've been sacked.
147 CONTINUED: 147
Resigned! But why!
It seems that someone has let slip
the nature of my condition.
Whoever. It was bound to get out.
This time tomorrow, the owls will
start arriving. Parents will not
want a -- someone like me --
teaching their children.
But Dumbledore --
Has already risked enough on my
behalf. Besides, people like me,
well... let's just say I'm used to
this by now. But before I go,
tell me about your Patrons.
Well. At first I thought it was a
horse, or perhaps a unicorn, but I
think it was --
Your father used to transform into
one. That's how he was able to
keep me company when I became...
sick. He was a great friend
Lupin smiles wanly, lifts his sorry suitcase. Then
There are stories about him and your mother, you know.
Some are even true. But I think it's safe to say, in the
end, you'll know them best by getting to know yourself.
Lupin then -- with a wicked twinkle -- raises his wand.
147 CONTINUED: (2) 147
Harry watches the Map go blank. Looks back. Lupin is
148 OMITTED 148
149 INT. GREAT HALL - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 149
Ron stands amid a circle of excited Gryffindors.
Stand back, I said! I'll take it
upstairs if you don't settle!
As Harry arrives, he glances at Hermione, who CLEARS HER
THROAT LOUDLY. The others turn, begin all speaking at
Harry! Wherever did you get it!
Can I have a go, Harry? After
you, of course --
(as they oblige)
Thank you. Let the man through.
Mystified, Harry steps forward, the boys peeling away,
clearing his view of the BROOMSTICK in Ron's hands. The
LABEL GLEAMS: "FIREBOLT."
Whose is that?
(as everyone laughs)
Whose is it? It's yours, mate.
It's a mystery. Though... this
fell out of the wrapping.
Harry turns, sees Hermione holding up a FEATHER.
149 CONTINUED: 149
That's a Hippogriff feather --
As Harry stops short, Hermione raises her eyebrow. As
they share a secret glance, we...
150 INT./EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - FRONT DOORS - DAY 150
BOOM! The huge vertical DOORS BURST OPEN and Harry,
trailed by the others, exits with the Firebolt. As he
strides off, others join the assembly -- Hagrid, Malfoy,
Crabbe, and Goyle among them -- curious to see what the
commotion is all about.
151 EXT. COURTYARD - DAY (MOMENTS LATER) 151
As Harry stops, an expectant HUSH hangs over the moment.
Go on, Harry.
Yeah. Let's see.
Harry mounts the broom. Licks his finger and jabs it in
the air. A few others do the same. Hagrid does the
same. Crabbe and Goyle start to do the same, when Malfoy
SLAPS their hands down. Finally, Harry places his hand
on the broom. Sets his grip. Takes a breath. And...
I don't think it works. I think
A collective GROAN. Dejected, many of the kids begin to
drift toward the castle. Harry calls after.
Oh, come on now. It's just a
Just a broom.
151 CONTINUED: 151
Harry's eye shifts to Ron and Hermione. A wink.
The fastest broom in the world.
As everyone turns -- WHOOSH! -- Harry JETS OFF and we --
152 EXT. HIGH IN THE SKY - DAY (SAME TIME) 152
A tiny DOT, GROWING LARGER AND LARGER, races upward.
It's Harry shooting straight into the blue on the
Firebolt. A SCREAM GROWS LOUDER as he approaches. A
scream of release, of utter abandon. It's Harry
screaming. But something else is clear as he JETS PAST
The SCREEN GOES BLACK.
It's a SCREAM of joy.