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                HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE



                             Written by

                             Steve Kloves




    1.


    DARKNESS.

    THUNDER -- or something like it -- sounds in the
    distance.

    BOOM.   Then again.   BOOM.

    We GLIDE THROUGH the inky blackness. Ambient flashes
    illuminate the silhouette of the WB LOGO. We PASS
    THROUGH.

    INTO more darkness.   Lost.   More FLASHES.   And we --

                                                         CUT TO:


    A SINGLE EYE
    Blank behind glasses.   FLASH!   The PUPIL CONTRACTS and
    we --

                                                         CUT TO:


1   INT. MINISTRY OF MAGIC - ATRIUM - WIDER ANGLE - DAY             1

    To find... HARRY POTTER, standing numbly beside ALBUS
    DUMBLEDORE amidst a MOB of REPORTERS. CAMERAS FLASH.
    Dumbledore's hand finds his shoulder and Harry is moving,
    drifting through the chaos, Dumbledore protective,
    graceful, dignified.


    CLOSEUP - HARRY'S GLASSES

    His eyes dart from side to side.    The lenses glimmer with
    abstraction. We --

                                                  DISSOLVE INTO:


2   EXT. LONDON OFFICE BUILDING - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY             2

    ... glass, a window, its surface prickling with another
    kind of ambient light. We are looking INTO a conference
    room where office workers sit around a table. But the
    light has caught one worker's eye, then another, and soon
    they are all rising, stepping to the window, mesmerized
    by what lies beyond.




                                                       (CONTINUED)

 2.
2   CONTINUED:                                                     2
    WORKERS' POV - LONDON SKYLINE

    Blood-red and stormy. A VORTEX of CLOUDS -- strangely
    ominous -- hangs high in the sky, flashing from within,
    as if about to rain blood over the city. We --

                                                       CUT INTO:


    THE STORM

    itself and...

    ... PLUMMET, London expanding, stretching out on all
    sides. We SWEEP madly OVER Charing Cross, leaving the
    Muggle world behind and SWOOP INTO...

3   EXT. DIAGON ALLEY - DAY                                        3

    ... Diagon Alley just as the front window of OLLIVANDER'S
    WAND SHOP EXPLODES. Witches and wizards flee. In the
    drifting smoke, DEATH EATERS appear, accompanied by a
    tall, sinewy beast of a man, FENRIR GREYBACK. With a
    casual sweep of his hand he sends a wizard flying and a
    witch screams. In deep b.g., two Death Eaters abduct a
    SHROUDED FIGURE (Ollivander). Greyback grins, then
    APPARATES, along with the others...

    ... leaving Diagon Alley behind. The streets of London
    appear below once more, and then the river. Black trails
    -- the Death Eaters -- streak across the sky and then
    turn TRANSLUCENT as they encircle the MILLENNIUM BRIDGE.
    Pedestrians peer upward, bewildered, sensing a shift in
    the atmosphere. And then...
    The BRIDGE CRUMBLES into the THAMES, the image
    horrifyingly beautiful, as is the SOUND of it, a ROAR, a
    wail, the last cry of a lion. Then the image begins to
    FADE and all goes slowly SILENT, until only a WHISTLING
    WIND is heard and...


4   EXT. MILL TOWN - LATE AFTERNOON                                4

    ... tall grasses toss dreamily in a SLANTING RAIN. An               
    OLD MILL lists like an ancient ruin against a charcoal
    sky. A DARK FIGURE (NARCISSA MALFOY) MATERIALIZES. As
    she turns for the town in the distance, another witch
    materializes: BELLATRIX LESTRANGE.

                              BELLATRIX
                Narcissa!

    3.


5   EXT. SPINNER'S END - LATE AFTERNOON (MOMENTS LATER)             5

    Like a rat in a maze, Narcissa makes her way through a
    labyrinth of dilapidated brick houses. Bellatrix trails.

                            BELLATRIX
              Cissy! You mustn't do this.     He
              can't be trusted.

                            NARCISSA
              The Dark Lord trusts him.

                            BELLATRIX
              The Dark Lord is mistaken.

    Narcissa turns, shocked. Bellatrix looks shocked
    herself, rain running down her cheeks.                               
                            BELLATRIX
              Or so I believe.

                            NARCISSA
              Well, who can one trust these
              days?


6   INT. MILL HOUSE - SAME TIME - LATE AFTERNOON                    6

    Grim and dark, lit by guttering candles. RAIN drums the              
    roof eerily. A KNOCKER CLANGS. A SQUAT MAN SHUFFLES                  
    forth, something familiar in his gait.


7   EXT. HOUSE (SPINNER'S END) - SAME TIME - LATE AFTERNOON         7

    The door cracks, spilling sallow light onto Narcissa and
    Bellatrix. A face: WORMTAIL.


8   INT. HALLWAY - LATE AFTERNOON (MOMENTS LATER)                   8

    The sisters follow Wormtail down a narrow hallway.

                            BELLATRIX
              He lives in this Muggle dunghill?

    Wormtail glowers over his shoulder at her.     They pass
    into...


9   INT. MILL HOUSE - SITTING ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON (MOMENTS        9
    LATER)

    ... a room where a MAN sits by the window running with               
    RAIN, his face hidden by the Daily Prophet.                          
                                                       (CONTINUED)

  4.
9    CONTINUED:                                                   9
     On the front page is a PHOTOGRAPH of the MILLENNIUM
     BRIDGE CRASHING INTO THE THAMES. But even more prominent
     is the SILHOUETTE of a YOUNG WIZARD and a HEADLINE:

                  HARRY POTTER: THE CHOSEN ONE?
            Young Wizard Destined to Kill You-Know-Who?

     The paper drops and SEVERUS SNAPE eyes the women
     curiously.

                             SNAPE
               Run along, Wormtail.


10   INT. MILL HOUSE - SITTING ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON (MOMENTS     10
     LATER)
     Snape fills the last of three goblets with wine.

                             NARCISSA
               I've nowhere else to turn,
               Severus.

     Snape hands her a goblet, extends one to Bellatrix.

                             BELLATRIX
               You must be joking.

     Snape smiles faintly, brings the goblet to his own lips.

                             NARCISSA
               I know I ought not to be here.
               The Dark Lord himself has
               forbidden me to speak of this --

                             SNAPE
               If the Dark Lord has forbidden it,
               you ought not to speak.
                    (eyes shifting)
               Put it down, Bella. We mustn't
               touch what isn't ours.

     Bellatrix, DARK CURIO in hand, glowers, sets it back
     down.

                             SNAPE
               As it so happens I'm aware of your
               situation, Narcissa.

                              BELLATRIX
                      The Dark Lord told you?
               You?
                             SNAPE
               Your sister doubts me, Narcissa.
               Understandable.
                             (MORE)
                                                        (CONTINUED)

   5.
10   CONTINUED:                                                    10
                              SNAPE (CONT'D)
                Over the years I have played my
                part well. So well I've deceived
                one of the greatest wizards of all
                time.

     Bellatrix makes a scathing sound.    Snape turns, eyes
     hard.

                             SNAPE
               Dumbledore is a great wizard.
               Only a fool would question it.

                             NARCISSA
               I... I don't doubt you, Severus.

                             BELLATRIX
               You should feel honored, Cissy.
               As should Draco --

                             NARCISSA
               He's just a boy!

                             SNAPE
               I can't change the Dark Lord's
               mind. But it might be possible
               for me to help Draco. To provide
               some... protection.

     Bellatrix eyes Snape keenly.

                             NARCISSA
               Do you mean it, Severus?

                              SNAPE
               I can try.
                             NARCISSA
               Oh, Severus, please, if you
                                                                         
               would... (I would be forever in
                                                                         
               your debt.)
                              BELLATRIX
               Swear to it.

     Snape's eyes shift, meet Bellatrix's challenging gaze.

                             BELLATRIX
               Make the Unbreakable Vow.
                    (as Snape looks away)
               You see. It's just empty words.
               Oh he'll try. He'll give it his
               best effort. But when it matters
               most he'll slither back into his
               hole. Bloody coward...

                                                        (CONTINUED)

   6.
10   CONTINUED: (2)                                                10
     Bellatrix goes on MUTTERING as she splashes some wine
     into a goblet. Snape turns back, anger flashing in his
     eyes.

                             SNAPE
               Take out your wand.

     Bellatrix freezes, goblet to her lips. As she lowers it,
     a rivulet of red runs out of the corner of her mouth.


     NEW ANGLE - MOMENTS LATER

     Snape faces Narcissa. Bellatrix, hand faintly trembling,
     places the tip of her wand over their LINKED hands.

                             BELLATRIX
               Will you, Severus Snape, watch
               over Draco Malfoy as he attempts
               to fulfill the Dark Lord's wishes.

                             SNAPE
               I will.

     A SINGLE STRAND of LIQUID FIRE issues from Bellatrix's
     wand and wends its way around their hands.

                             BELLATRIX
               And will you, to the best of your
               ability, protect him from harm?

                             SNAPE
               I will.

     A SECOND STRAND of FIRE intertwines with the first.
                             BELLATRIX
               And should it prove necessary, if
               it seems Draco will fail... will
               you yourself carry out the deed
               that the Dark Lord has ordered
               Draco to perform?

     Snape's hand TWITCHES within Narcissa's.   Bellatrix
     waits.

                             SNAPE
               I will.


11   EXT. LONDON UNDERGROUND - NIGHT                               11

     A TRAIN blasts through the station.

   7.


12   EXT. "TREATS" FOOD STAND - SAME TIME - NIGHT                   12

     Late. Lonely men and women loiter on the platform. At a
     food stand, patrons grimly read their TABLOID of choice.
     CAMERA TRACKS PAST The Daily Mail, The Sun, The Mirror --
     LANDS ON... the Daily Prophet. The SILHOUETTE. The
     HEADLINE: "HARRY POTTER: THE CHOSEN ONE?"

     But the (unseen) reader is fixated on a   SMALLER ITEM,
     tucked at the bottom corner of the back   page: "Malfoy
     Sentenced to Azkaban." TWO PHOTOGRAPHS    accompany the
     piece, one of LUCIUS MALFOY, another of   Narcissa and
     DRACO MALFOY as they exit a courtroom.    Draco's eyes look
     distant, haunted.

                               WAITRESS (O.S.)
               Harry Potter.    Who's Harry Potter?
     The paper drops, reveals... Harry. He glances up at the
     YOUNG WAITRESS who stands over him. Pretty. Very
     pretty.

                             HARRY
               Oh. Um.   No one. Bit of a
               tosser.

     As she leans over to clear his chips wrappings, Harry's
     gaze drifts over the smooth skin of her neck, the spray
     of freckles across one cheek...

                             WAITRESS
               Funny that paper of yours. Couple
               nights ago, I could swear I saw
               one of the pictures move.

                               HARRY
               Really.

                             WAITRESS
               Thought I'd gone round the twist.

     She makes a face, smiles.   A smile to die for.    Starts to
     go.

                              HARRY
               Hey.   I was wondering...

                             WAITRESS
               Eleven. That's when I get off.
                    (the smile)
               You can tell me all about that
               tosser Harry Potter.

     Harry watches her go, then quickly reaches into his coat
     and fumbles out a S'Mints container. Just then...
                                                        (CONTINUED)

  8.
12   CONTINUED:                                                   12
     ... a LIGHT on the opposite PLATFORM FLICKERS. Harry
     looks. It FLICKERS again and this time a small cloud of
     GLITTERING DUST dances over the opposite platform. As a
     TRAIN ROARS past, Harry squints through the flickering
     windows and watches the dust transform into... ALBUS
     DUMBLEDORE. Leveling his glasses, he peers across the
     platform, smiles and gives Harry a wave.


13   EXT. OPPOSITE PLATFORM - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER)               13

     As Harry arrives, he finds Dumbledore studying a PERFUME
     ADVERTISEMENT which shows a MODEL with a WAND in her
     teeth: "Tonight Make a Little Magic With Your Man."

                             DUMBLEDORE
               I once knew a Muggle girl from
               Liverpool with hair like spun
               silk. No light could resist it...
                    (turning)
               You've been reckless this summer,
               Harry.

                             HARRY
               I like riding round on the trains.
               It takes my mind off... things.

     Harry hesitates, notices Dumbledore's hand is ASH BLACK.

                             DUMBLEDORE
               Rather unpleasant to behold, isn't
               it? The tale is thrilling if I do
               say so myself, but I'm afraid now
               is not the time to tell it. Take
               my arm.
                    (extending it)
               Do as I say.

     Harry glances across the platform, sees the freckled
     Waitress appear, eye his empty table. Slowly, he reaches
     out and -- instantly -- all goes BLACK in a RUSH of SOUND
     and FURY, as if Harry had been pitched headlong into a
     tornado. Seconds later...


14   EXT. VILLAGE SQUARE - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER)                  14

     ... he re-emerges into the world, reeling, eyes stinging
     with tears. Slowly, his planet stops spinning.

                             HARRY
               I just Apparated, didn't I?



                                                        (CONTINUED)

  9.
14   CONTINUED:                                                   14
                             DUMBLEDORE
               Indeed. And quite successfully I
               might add. Most people vomit
               their first time.

                             HARRY
               Can't imagine why...


     NEW ANGLE - MOMENTS LATER

     Dumbledore leads Harry up a steep narrow street lined
     with darkened houses.

                             DUMBLEDORE
               Welcome to the charming village of
               Budleigh Babberton, Harry. I
               assume right about now you're
               wondering why I've brought you
               here, am I right?

                             HARRY
                    (glancing about)
               After all these years, I just sort
               of roll with it, sir.

     Dumbledore smiles mildly, then pauses, his face
     darkening. Before them stands a SMALL STONE HOUSE.     But
     something is wrong about the place.

                             DUMBLEDORE
               Wand out, Harry.


15   INT. SLUGHORN'S HOUSE - SAME TIME - NIGHT                    15
     THROUGH a crack in the front door: Dumbledore and Harry
     move swiftly up the walk and enter.

                             DUMBLEDORE
               Lumos...
     The tip of Dumbledore's WAND BLAZES.   He sweeps the
     shadows. CALLS OUT.

                             DUMBLEDORE
               Horace!
     Nothing. Dumbledore points his wand down a NARROW
     HALLWAY. Motes of dust dance in the wandlight, but
     nothing else. He starts down the hallway, toward the
     OPEN DOORWAY at its end. Slowly, the room beyond comes
     INTO VIEW:

     HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07       10.


16    INT. SLUGHORN'S HOUSE - SITTING ROOM - NIGHT                16

      Utter devastation. A GRANDFATHER CLOCK lays upon the
      floor, its face cracked. A PIANO sags in the corner,
      keys strewn like teeth upon the rug. A copy of the Daily
      Prophet trembles in the breeze from a half-open window.
      As Harry looks, a DROP of something WET strikes the word
      "CHOSEN." His gaze rises.

      He GASPS. A substance DARK and GLUTINOUS is spattered
      upon the ceiling. Dumbledore raises his wand. The
      ceiling SCREAMS RED. Another drop falls and this one
      strikes Harry's SCAR. As Harry moves to wipe it away,
      Dumbledore grabs his hand.

      Training his light on Harry's forehead, Dumbledore flicks
      a blackened finger over the scar. Brings it to his
      tongue. Reacts. Turning, his eyes narrow on an
      OVERSTUFFED ARMCHAIR. Moving to it, he JABS his wand
      into the plump seat cushion.

                              ARMCHAIR
                Merlin's Beard!
      Instantly, the Armchair mutates into HUMAN FORM, though
      briefly gets caught inbetween. After a bit of GRUMBLING,
      SEAM-SPLITTING and the POPPING of a cushion button or
      two, a FAT OLD MAN (HORACE SLUGHORN) in a pair of WELL-
      WORN lilac pajamas appears.

                              SLUGHORN
                     (rubbing his rump)
                There's no need to disfigure me,
                Albus!

                              DUMBLEDORE
                I must say, you make a very
                convincing armchair, Horace.

                              SLUGHORN
                It's all in the upholstery.
                     (patting his stomach)
                I come by the stuffing naturally.
                What gave me away?

                              DUMBLEDORE
                     (nodding to the
                      ceiling)
                Dragon's blood.

                              SLUGHORN
                Yes, well, I couldn't very well
                use wizard's blood, could I? Oho!


                                                        (CONTINUED)

     HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07       11.
16    CONTINUED:                                                  16
      Slughorn takes a step back, having spotted Harry. The
      blood on Harry's forehead only serves to highlight his
      scar.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Ah yes. Introductions. Harry,
                this is an old friend and
                colleague of mine, Horace
                Slughorn. Horace, this is, well,
                you know who this is.
                     (a droll whisper)
                Apparently there's some thought he
                may be the Chosen One.

      Slughorn stares at Harry as if hypnotized.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                So why all the theatrics, Horace?
                You weren't perhaps expecting
                someone else, were you?

                              SLUGHORN
                     (blinking)
                S-someone else? I'm sure I don't
                know what you mean.

      Dumbledore raises an eyebrow.   Slughorn caves.

                               SLUGHORN
                Oh all right! The Death Eaters
                have been trying to recruit me for
                over a year. Do you know what
                that's like? One can only say no
                to these people so many times
                before they...
                              DUMBLEDORE
                Take matters into their own hands?

      Slughorn eyes Dumbledore miserably, gestures.

                              SLUGHORN
                I never stay anywhere more than a
                week. The Muggles who own this
                place are in the Canary Islands.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Well, I think it should be put
                back in order for them, don't you?
                Mind?




                                                        (CONTINUED)

   12.
16    CONTINUED: (2)                                                16
      Dumbledore raises his wand. Instantly, the grandfather
      clock resumes its rightful place, shattered lanterns re-
      ignite and the blood on the ceiling evaporates -- just as
      the piano keys tumble back into place with a pleasant
      MUSICAL run.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                That was fun.    May I use the loo?

      As Dumbledore heads down the hall, Slughorn calls after.

                              SLUGHORN
                Don't think I don't know why
                you're here, Albus! The answer is
                still no! Absolutely,
                unequivocally no!
      Dumbledore doesn't respond. Slughorn glances at Harry.
      The silence is palpable. Awkward. A beat. Then:

                              SLUGHORN
                You look very like your father.
                Except for your eyes. You've
                got --

                              HARRY
                My mother's eyes, yeah.

                              SLUGHORN
                     (smiling softly)
                Lily. Lovely Lily. She was
                exceedingly bright -- your mother.
                Even more impressive when one
                considers she was Muggle-born.

                              HARRY
                One of my best friends is Muggle-
                born. She's the best in our year.

                              SLUGHORN
                Oh, but you mustn't think I'm
                prejudiced! No, no, no! Your
                mother was one of my absolute
                favorites! Look, there she is.
                Right up front.

      Slughorn waves to a dresser crowded with PHOTOGRAPHS.

                              SLUGHORN
                All mine, each and every one. Ex-
                students, I mean. You recognize
                Barnubas Cuffe, of course, editor
                of the Daily Prophet.
                              (MORE)

                                                        (CONTINUED)

     HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07       13.
16    CONTINUED: (3)                                              16
                               SLUGHORN (CONT'D)
                 Always takes my owl should I want
                 to register my opinion on the news
                 of the day. And there's Ambrosius
                 Flume of Honeydukes. Sends a
                 hamper of chocolate to the house
                 each birthday. That is, when I
                 had a house. And Gwenog Jones,
                 captain of the Holyhead Harpies --
                 free tickets whenever I want them.
                 Of course, I haven't been to a
                 match in some time...

      Harry steps forward, takes a picture of one particular
      BOY, a boy who resembles... Sirius. Seeing Harry thus
      distracted, he studies him intently, like a rare object.

                               SLUGHORN
                Ah yes. Regulus Black. You no
                doubt know of his older brother
                Sirius. Died a few weeks ago. I
                taught the whole Black family
                except Sirius. Shame. Talented
                boy. I got Regulus when he came
                along, of course, but I'd have
                liked the set.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Mind if I take this? I do love
                knitting patterns.

      Slughorn blinks, looks away from Harry and finds
      Dumbledore standing there, clutching a MUGGLE MAGAZINE.

                               SLUGHORN
                Of course.   But you're not
                leaving?
                               DUMBLEDORE
                I think I know a lost cause when I
                see one. Regrettable. I would
                have considered it a personal
                triumph had you consented to
                return to Hogwarts, Horace. You
                are, like my friend Mr. Potter --
                one of a kind.

17    EXT. SLUGHORN'S HOUSE - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER)               17

      Dumbledore HUMS placidly as he and Harry make their way
      down the walk. Seconds later, the front door swings
      open.



                                                        (CONTINUED)

     HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07       14.
17    CONTINUED:                                                  17
                              SLUGHORN
                All right! I'll do it. But I'll
                be wanting Professor
                Merrythought's old office, not
                that water closet I had formerly.
                And I expect a raise! These are
                mad times we live in! Mad!

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Indeed they are.


18    EXT. STREET (BUDLEIGH BABBERTON) - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER)    18

      Dumbledore leads Harry back toward the Village Square.

                              HARRY
                Sir, exactly what was that all --

                              DUMBLEDORE
                You are talented, famous and
                powerful -- everything Horace
                values. Professor Slughorn is
                going to try to collect you,
                Harry. You would be his crowning
                jewel. That is why he is
                returning to Hogwarts. And it is
                crucial he return...

      Harry looks intrigued by this last statement, but before
      he can pursue it, Dumbledore glances ruefully at the
      moon.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                I fear I may have stolen a
                wondrous night from you, Harry.
                She was, truthfully, very pretty.
                The girl.

                              HARRY
                It's alright, sir. I'll go back
                tomorrow, make some excuse --

      Harry stops.   Dumbledore is shaking his head.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                You'll not be going back to Little
                Whinging tonight, Harry.

                              HARRY
                But, sir. What about Hedwig?    And
                there's my trunk --



                                                        (CONTINUED)

  15.
18    CONTINUED:                                                   18
                              DUMBLEDORE
                Both are waiting for you.

      Dumbledore extends his arm. Mystified, Harry reaches
      out. As his fingers touch the silk of Dumbledore's
      cloak, he...


19    EXT. THE BURROW - NIGHT (SECONDS LATER)                      19

      ... APPARATES INTO VIEW, stumbling to one knee and
      wincing.

                               HARRY
                Sir?

      Dumbledore is gone. Harry rises, glances about. In the
      distance a CROOKED HOUSE shimmers. A PRETTY GIRL with
      RED HAIR flits briefly past an upstairs window. GINNY
      WEASLEY.


20    INT. WEASLEY HOUSE - STAIRCASE - SAME TIME - NIGHT           20

      Ginny DASHES down a vertiginous staircase, flies into the
      kitchen and finds...


21    INT. WEASLEY HOUSE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS ACTION - NIGHT     21

      ... a LARGE TRUNK and an OWL CAGE. Curious, she cocks
      her head to one side. The owl does the same in return.

                               GINNY
                Hedwig...?   Mum!

22    INT. WEASLEY HOUSE - DOWNSTAIRS HALLWAY - SAME TIME - NIGHT 2
                                                                2

      GINNY'S POV, looking up -- a dizzying perspective of
      twisting railings and crooked bedroom doors. A CLOCK
      hangs IN VIEW, bearing NINE HANDS, each inscribed with a
      Weasley name, each pointing to MORTAL PERIL. MRS.
      WEASLEY appears, looks down.

                              MRS. WEASLEY
                What is it, Ginny? Is it your
                father? Has something happened at
                the Ministry? Has he been
                kidnapped? Is it the Death
                Eaters?

                               GINNY
                Exactly.   How'd you guess?

                                                        (CONTINUED)

  16.
22    CONTINUED:                                                   22
      Mrs. Weasley throws her hands up over her face.

                              GINNY
                I'm joking, Mum.

                              MRS. WEASLEY
                You're worse than Fred and George.

                              GINNY
                Now you're joking. I was only
                wondering when Harry got here.

                                MRS. WEASLEY
                Harry who?

                              GINNY
                Harry Dimpleton. Harry Potter, of
                course.

                              MRS. WEASLEY
                I think I'd know if Harry Potter
                was in my house, wouldn't I?

                              GINNY
                Well his trunk's in the kitchen.
                And his owl.

                              MRS. WEASLEY
                I seriously doubt that.

      Just then, HEDWIG SCREECHES O.S. Ginny gives her an I-
      told-you-so when another door opens and RON WEASLEY looks
      down.

                               RON
                Harry?   Did someone say Harry?
                                GINNY
                Me, nosy.    Is he up there with
                you?

                              RON
                `Course not. Think I'd know if my
                best friend was in my room,
                wouldn't I?

      Another door opens:    HERMIONE, in a robe, TOOTHBRUSH in
      hand.

                              HERMIONE
                Was that an owl I heard?




                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              GINNY
                Harry's. Haven't seen him, have
                you? Apparently, he's wandering
                about the house.

                                HERMIONE
                Really?

                                HARRY (O.S.)
                Really.

      Ginny spins.   Harry.   Standing in the doorway of the
      kitchen.

                                RON/HERMIONE/MRS. WEASLEY
                Harry!
      As the others rocket downstairs, Ginny gives Harry a
      great grinning hug. There is something oddly charged in
      the moment, a surprise to both of them. The others
      arrive. More hugs.

                              MRS. WEASLEY
                But why didn't you tell us you
                were coming?

                              HARRY
                Didn't know.
                     (a shrug)                                             
                Dumbledore.

                              MRS. WEASLEY
                That man. But then, what would we
                do without him? Ron!

      Ron is about to touch Hermione.      She retracts her neck.
                              RON
                You've a bit of...

      He gestures to the stray lace of toothpaste on Hermione's
      chin. Quickly she wipes it off, gives him an odd look.


23    EXT. THE BURROW - ATTIC - NIGHT (LATER)                        23

      The Daily Prophet tumbles within a makeshift campfire of
      BLUE FLAMES, but magically doesn't disintegrate. Harry
      teases the fire with the tip of his wand, where The
      Chosen One? mingles with Draco's haunted face in the
      flames.

                              HARRY
                When'd you get here?

                                                          (CONTINUED)

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                              HERMIONE
                A few days ago. Though... for a
                bit, I wasn't sure I was coming.

      Harry looks up, sees her glance at Ron.

                               RON
                Mum sort of lost it last week.
                Said Ginny and I had no business
                going back to Hogwarts. That it's
                too dangerous.

                                HARRY
                Oh come on...

                              HERMIONE
                She's not alone. Even my parents
                -- and they're Muggles -- know
                something bad is happening.

                              RON
                Anyway, Dad stepped in, told her
                she was being barmy. Took a day
                or two, but she came round.

                              HARRY
                But we're talking about Hogwarts.
                Dumbledore. What could be safer?
      Hermione and Ron exchange another glance.

                              HERMIONE
                There's been a lot of chatter
                lately. That he's gotten... old.

                               HARRY
                Rubbish.   He's only -- what?

                              RON
                A hundred and fifty.    Give or take
                a few years.

      Silence. Nods. Then the three break out laughing. Grow
      quiet again. Harry takes another poke at the Prophet.
      Draco's haunted face appears briefly, then is gone.


24    INT. WEASLEY'S WIZARD WHEEZES (DIAGON ALLEY) - CLOSE ON A 24
      SHOPPING BAG - DAY

      bearing Weasley's Wizard Wheezes clutched in the hand of
      a boy being pulled by his mother through the throng
      packed sardine-tight in the store.


                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      It's utter madness: Ever-Bashing Boomerangs whip through
      the air, Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start No-Heat
      fireworks spit sparks, and Nose-Biting Teacups bare tiny
      porcelain teeth. FRED & GEORGE WEASLEY, in SCREAMING
      MAGENTA, stand upon a counter, selling to the masses:

                               FRED/GEORGE
                Step up!   Step up!

                              GEORGE
                We've got Fainting Fancy...

                              FRED
                Nosebleed Nougats...

                              GEORGE
                And just in time for school...
                              FRED
                Puking Pastilles!

      A BOY stops chewing, turns PALE GREEN -- literally.

                              FRED/GEORGE
                Into the cauldron, handsome.

      Together, with the tips of their toes, Fred and George
      launch a SLOSHING CAULDRON down the counter, drop down on
      either side of Harry, begin to steer him through the
      store.

                              FRED
                What'd you think, Harry?

                               HARRY
                Amazing.
                              GEORGE
                     (to a browsing boy)
                Pocket that and you'll pay in more
                than Galleons, my friend.

                              FRED/GEORGE
                We've got eyes in the back of our
                heads.

      The boy, working a SCREAMING YO-YO, blanches as Fred and
      George turn, reveal they do in fact have EYES IN THE BACK
      OF THEIR HEADS -- phony, but unnerving. As the EYES
      WINK, the tiny boy bolts.

                              GEORGE
                Bloody urchins.

      Harry eyes a display of ORANGE AND BLACK LUMPS.
                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                               HARRY
                 Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder?

                               FRED
                 A real money spinner that.

                               FRED
                 Handy if you need to make a quick
                 escape. Hello, ladies!

       George drops one of the lumps in Harry's hand, turns to
       Ginny and Hermione, who peruse a display of "Wonder Witch
       Love Potions."

                               GEORGE
                 Yes, they do really work.
                               FRED
                 Then again, the way we hear it,
                 sis, you're doing just fine on
                 your own.

                               GINNY
                 Meaning?

                               FRED
                 Are you not currently dating Dean
                 Thomas?




                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      Harry pretends to consider a rack of "Ten-Second Pimple
      Vanisher," but secretly eavesdrops.

                              GINNY
                None of your business.

                              HERMIONE
                These are adorable.

      Inside a cage, small round BALLS of FLUFF roll about,
      SQUEAK.

                              FRED
                Aren't they now. Pygmy Puffs.
                Can't breed them fast enough.

      Just then a HUGE BOY (CORMAC McLAGGEN) passes behind
      Hermione and, with his eyes, takes the full measure of
      her. Noticing, she turns, receives a faint smile as he
      moves on.

                              RON
                How much for this?

      A TINY WOODEN MAN ascends a TINY GALLOWS and... DROPS.
      George rides a rolling ladder INTO FRAME, drops next to             
      Fred.                                                               

                                 FRED/GEORGE
                Five Galleons.

                              RON
                How much for me?

                                 FRED/GEORGE
                Five Galleons.
                              RON
                But I'm your brother!

                                 FRED/GEORGE
                Ten Galleons.

                               RON
                C'mon.   Let's go.

      The trio head for the door, passing LAVENDER BROWN, who
      smiles flirtatiously at an oblivious Ron.

                                 LAVENDER BROWN
                Hi, Ron.

                                 RON
                Hi.

   21.


25    EXT. DIAGON ALLEY - LATE AFTERNOON (MOMENTS LATER)            25

      The sun fades over an IRON ARCHWAY -- Welcome to Diagon
      Alley! -- as Harry, Ron and Hermione pass beneath. All
      around them, SHOPS sit silent, windows BOARDED-UP or
      SHATTERED. People scurry by, avoiding the SCARY FACES of
      the witches and wizards who peer out from the SECURITY
      POSTERS plastered to every LAMP POST. Bellatrix is
      there: "KNOWN DEATH EATER," And Greyback: "WEREWOLF."
      And LUCIUS MALFOY: "CAUGHT."

                              HERMIONE
                How is it Fred and George are
                doing it? Half the alley's closed
                down.

                              RON
                Fred reckons people need a laugh
                these days.

                              HARRY
                Reckon he's right...

      Harry eyes the poster of Bellatrix, her mocking half-
      smile.

                                 HERMIONE
                Oh no.   Look.

      Harry and Ron follow her gaze to the wreck that is
      Ollivander's Wand Shop.

                              HERMIONE
                But everyone got their wands from
                Ollivander. Young. Old...
                                 HARRY
                Good.    Bad.   Speaking of which...

      Across the avenue, DRACO MALFOY and Narcissa pause,
      glance around, then slip quickly down an alley.

                              RON
                Is it just me? Or do Draco and
                mummy look like two people who
                don't want to be followed?


26    EXT. VARIOUS STREETS - DIAGON ALLEY - LATE AFTERNOON          26

      The trio trail Draco and Narcissa, who navigate these
      dark streets with ease. Hermione, lagging a bit, glances
      up at the darkening sky. When she looks back, she sees
      Ron and Harry far ahead. They turn a shadowy corner,
      vanish.
                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      NEW ANGLE - SHOP FRONT - MOMENTS LATER

      Harry and Ron duck inside a shop front. At the end of
      the alley, a single shop glimmers dully: Borgin &
      Burkes. Narcissa and Draco enter, greet a STOOPED MAN
      (BORGIN). He POINTS. Draco walks to a LACQUERED
      CABINET, plays his fingers over its glassy surface.
      Narcissa speaks and Draco turns, finds Borgin holding the
      curtain to the back room aside. Draco hesitates, then
      follows his mother through.

                              RON
                What're they playing at?

                               HARRY
                Dunno.   Let's get closer.
                              RON
                     (a nod; stopping)
                Hey. Where's Hermione?


      NEW ANGLE - ANOTHER ALLEY - DUSK

      Hermione moves through the shadows, alone, peering down
      side streets, each darker than the next, lost, but
      holding it together, when... a SHADOW FLICKERS overhead.
      She looks up, sees a FIGURE (Greyback) leap from one roof
      to another. She stands perfectly still, then... hears
      VOICES.


      NEW ANGLE - OTHER ALLEYS - DUSK

      Harry and Ron race down one passage then another.   Stop.
                              RON
                Harry, where is she?
                                HARRY
                I don't know.    I'm turned around.


      NEW ANGLE - BORGIN & BURKES - BACK COURTYARD - DUSK

      Hermione creeps to the end of a narrow passage, toward
      the VOICES, and finds herself... behind Borgin & Burkes.
      FIGURES encircle an old cauldron, among them Greyback,
      Bellatrix, Narcissa, and in the very center... Draco.

      Hermione squints against the brilliance of the FIRE, the
      FIGURES twisting like Giacomettis. Draco extends his
      left arm... when a SHADOW falls over Hermione, fingers
      find her arm. She wheels, terrified.

                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      Ron.

                                HERMIONE
                Bloody hell.

                                RON
                Sorry.

      Just then, the cauldron EXPLODES with light.   Instantly,
      the group, including Draco, disperses.

                              HARRY
                What just happened?

                                HERMIONE
                I don't know.
      Harry stares at the SMOKE drifting from the cauldron. A
      SOUND RISES, growing more powerful and the ROAR of a...


27    EXT. HOGWARTS EXPRESS - MOVING - LATE AFTERNOON             27

      ... TRAIN overtakes us, the scarlet stack of the Hogwarts
      Express churning furiously towards the horizon.

                                LUNA
                Quibbler...?    Quibbler...?

28    INT. HOGWARTS EXPRESS - AISLE - SAME TIME - LATE AFTERNOON 28

      LUNA LOVEGOOD moves down the aisle wearing a pair of RED
      and BLUE CARDBOARD GLASSES (SPECTRESPECS) identical to
      the ones modeled by a witch on the cover of the current
      issue of The Quibbler, a stack of which Luna clutches to
      her chest.

                              LUNA
                There's an article on Wrackspurts
                this month. Quibbler...?

      The loitering STUDENTS ignore her, including DEAN THOMAS,
      currently WHISPERING to Ginny, who smiles mildly, more
      interested in the PURPLE PYGMY PUFF perched on her
      shoulder.

                              LUNA
                He's lovely. They've been known
                to sing on Boxing Day, you know.
                Quibbler?
                               GINNY
                Please.   What's a Wrackspurt?

                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              LUNA
                They're invisible creatures that
                float in through your ears and
                make your brain go fuzzy.
                     (moving off)
                Quibbler? Quibbler?

29    INT. COMPARTMENT - SAME TIME - DUSK                         29

      Harry, Ron and Hermione sit together. Hermione has a
      book entitled Advance Rune Translation open on her lap,
      while Ron lets Harry's INVISIBILITY CLOAK play through
      his fingers.

                               HARRY
                Don't you see, it was a ceremony.
                An initiation.

                              HERMIONE
                Stop, Harry, I know where you're
                going with this --

                                 HARRY
                It's happened.     He's one of them.

                                 RON
                One of what?

                              HERMIONE
                Harry is under the impression that
                Draco Malfoy is now a Death Eater.

                              RON
                You're barking. What would You-
                Know-Who want with a sod like
                Malfoy?

                              HARRY
                So what's he doing in Borgin and
                Burke's? Browsing for furniture?

                              RON
                It's a creepy shop.    He's a creepy
                bloke.

                              HARRY
                Look. His father's a Death Eater.
                It only makes sense. Besides,
                Hermione saw it. With her own
                eyes.

                                HERMIONE
                I told you.    I don't know what I
                saw.
                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      Harry rises, snatches the cloak from Ron's hands.

                              HARRY
                I need some air.


30    INT. HOGWARTS EXPRESS - AISLE - DUSK (MOMENTS LATER)          30

      A blood-red sun shimmers through the windows, staining
      the interior a deep scarlet. Students read, play cards.
      In one compartment, CRABBE and GOYLE slumber sloppily.
      As Harry enters, the ACCORDION doors to the NEXT CAR
      SQUALL open and a PAIR of TWIN GIRLS emerge. He watches
      them when a VOICE causes him to turn back. As the
      accordion doors slowly close, he spies Malfoy sitting
      with PANSY PARKINSON and a BOY with the cheekbones of a
      sphinx (BLAISE ZABINI).
      Harry studies Malfoy when a BOY pushes through the
      accordion doors. As they begin to close, slowly, Harry
      reaches into his pocket and removes the ORANGE AND BLACK
      LUMP Fred gave him in Diagon Alley. He eyes Malfoy, eyes
      the closing door and -- impulsively -- pitches the lump
      into the air. It soars through the narrowing crease of
      the doors and -- just as Malfoy glances his way -- just
      as it reaches the apex of its flight -- POOF! -- explodes
      softly, raining DARK POWDER.


31    EXT. HOGWARTS EXPRESS - MOVING - SAME TIME - DUSK             31

      One train car -- and only one -- goes DARK:


32    INT. HOGWARTS EXPRESS - AISLE/COMPARTMENT - SAME TIME - DUSK
                                                                32
      CHAOS. PANICKED VOICES. Then, like a thinning mist, the
      darkness eerily recedes, the red light of dusk returns
      and Malfoy is revealed, standing in the DOORWAY of the
      car. As he looks on warily, students return to their
      seats. Across the way, Crabbe & Goyle continue to
      slumber.

                              MALFOY
                What just happened? Blaise?

                              BLAISE
                     (tense himself)
                Don't know.

      Just then, a SMALL BAG TEETERS... then tumbles from a
      luggage rack. Malfoy wheels, eyes the bag.



                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              PANSY
                Relax, boys. The lights went out
                is all. Come, Draco. We'll be                           
                at Hogwarts before you know it.                         

      She pats the seat. Draco eyes the bag, slings it back
      onto the luggage rack and plops down. Pansy strokes his
      hair.

                              MALFOY
                Hogwarts. What a pathetic excuse
                for a school. I think I'd pitch
                myself off the Astronomy Tower if
                I thought I had to continue on for
                another two years.

      Pansy, gently twisting one of Draco's locks, stops.
                              PANSY
                What's that supposed to mean?

                              MALFOY
                Let's just say I don't think
                you'll be seeing me wasting my
                time in Charms Class next year.

      Confused, Pansy glances at Blaise, who snorts derisively.

                              MALFOY
                Amused, Blaise? We'll see just
                who's laughing in the end.

      Blaise shakes his head, smiling as he looks out the
      window at the darkness. Just then the small bag in the
      upper rack shifts. Malfoy's eyes play over it.

33    EXT. STATION - DUSK/EVENING                                 33

      The Hogwarts Express steams into the station.


34    INT. HOGWARTS EXPRESS - AISLE - SAME TIME - DUSK/EVENING    34

      Ron and Hermione step into the crowded aisle.

                                 HERMIONE
                Where's Harry?

                              RON
                Probably on the platform.   C'mon.

   27.


35    INT. COMPARTMENT - DUSK/EVENING                               35

      As Blaise and Pansy make to exit, Malfoy takes down the
      small bag, grips the handle thoughtfully.

                                 MALFOY
                You two go on.     I want to check
                something.

      Malfoy slides shut the door.    LETS THE BLINDS DOWN.   A
      beat.

                              MALFOY
                Didn't mummy ever tell you it's
                bad manners to eavesdrop, Potter?
                Petrificus Totalus!
      Malfoy wheels, points his wand at the luggage rack.
      Something hits the floor with a THUMP. The Invisibility
      Cloak slips away and reveals Harry, paralyzed on the
      floor. Malfoy grins.

                              MALFOY
                Oh, right, she was dead before you
                could wipe the drool off your
                chin.

      Malfoy brings his boot down hard on Harry's face. SNAP!
      Blood squirts from Harry's nose. Malfoy snatches up the
      Invisibility Cloak, pitches it over Harry.

                              MALFOY
                Enjoy the ride back to London.


36    EXT. STATION - EVENING (MOMENTS LATER)                        36
      Malfoy steps off, pulls his cloak tight and disappears
      into the night. Softly, a SOUND rises, of a GIRL LIGHTLY
      HUMMING and we --

                                                          CUT TO:


37    INT. HOGWARTS EXPRESS - AISLE - EVENING                       37

      ... STRANGE MOVING POV - HALF RED/HALF BLUE

      Luna Lovegood wanders down the aisle HUMMING, red and
      blue Spectrespecs wobbling on the bridge of her nose. Up
      ahead one compartment's BLINDS are shut. Luna stops
      HUMMING. Cocks her head curiously. As she does, the
      LIGHT from an overhead lantern kicks off the cheap
      plastic lenses of her glasses and, for the briefest of
      seconds, a FLUTTERING CLOUD appears.
                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      Of tiny insects.   Or pixie dust.   Or a trick of the
      light.


38    INT. COMPARTMENT - SAME TIME - EVENING                        38

      Luna's SILHOUETTE SWELLS over the blinds, then the door
      opens. She calmly draws her wand and sends forth a blast
      of RED LIGHT. The Invisibility Cloak slithers from
      Harry's body.

                                LUNA
                Hello, Harry.

                                HARRY
                Luna.    How'd you...?
                                LUNA
                                Your head's full of
                Wrackspurts.
                them.


39    EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - FRONT STEPS - NIGHT (LATER)            39

      The castle glitters. Harry, face blood-spattered, nose
      slightly off-center, approaches with Luna.

                              HARRY
                Sorry I made you miss the
                carriages, Luna.

                              LUNA
                It's alright. I enjoyed our walk.
                It was like being with a friend.

                              HARRY
                I am your friend, Luna.

                                LUNA
                That's nice.

      Just then PROFESSOR FLITWICK rushes forth clutching a
      long roll of PARCHMENT bearing all students' names.

                              FLITWICK
                About time! I've been looking all
                over for you two. Names.

                              HARRY
                Professor Flitwick, you've known
                me for five years.

                              FLITWICK
                No exceptions, Potter.

                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              LUNA
                Who are those people?

      Harry turns, sees Luna staring into the darkness, where
      SHADOWS drift eerily, like ghosts.

                               FLITWICK
                Aurors.   For security.

                              MALFOY (O.S.)
                It's a not a cane, you cretin.
                It's a walking stick.

      Harry and Luna turn. Draco stands amidst a mountain of
      TRUNKS and OWL CAGES, watching Filch pass a long SECURITY
      DETECTOR over a WALKING STICK.
                              FILCH
                And what exactly would you be
                wanting with a walking stick?

                              SNAPE
                It was his father's.

      Snape separates from the shadows. Draco eyes him warily,
      then snatches the stick from Filch.

                              MALFOY
                Is my father's. He's not dead.
      Snape watches Malfoy carefully wrap the stick in felt,
      lay it back inside his trunk.

                              SNAPE
                It's alright, Mr. Filch.   I can
                vouch for Mr. Malfoy.
      Draco eyes Snape warily again, then begins to slouch off,
      catches Harry looking.

                              MALFOY
                Nice face, Potter.

      Harry puts a hand to his nose, watches Malfoy disappear
      into the darkness, trailed by Snape.

                              LUNA
                Would you like me to fix it?
                Personally I think you look a bit
                more devil-may-care this way. But
                it's up to you.

                              HARRY
                Have you ever fixed one?   A nose.

                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                               LUNA
                 No. But I've done several toes
                 and how different are they really?

       This does not fill Harry with confidence.
       Nevertheless...

                                  HARRY
                 What the hell.     Give it a go.




                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                                LUNA
                Episkey.
      Luna poises her wand over Harry's nose and... gives it a
      TAP. It VIBRATES WILDLY and then... SNAPS into place.

                                HARRY
                Well?    How do I look?

                              LUNA
                Exceptionally ordinary.

                                HARRY
                Brilliant.


40    INT. GREAT HALL - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER)                     40
      Hermione cranes her neck, looking for Harry, while Ron
      stuffs his face with pudding, MUMBLING, MOUTH FULL:

                              RON
                Don' you worry. He'll be `long
                soon `nuff --

                              HERMIONE
                     (whacking him)
                Will. You. Stop. Eating!        Your
                best friend is missing!
                               RON
                Oi!   Turn around, you lunatic.

      Hermione spins, sees Harry and Luna approaching. In the
      light of the hall, Harry's blood-spattered face is quite
      the sight.
                              GINNY
                He's covered in blood again.     Why
                is it he's always covered in
                blood?

                              RON
                Looks like his own this time.

                              HERMIONE
                     (as he arrives)
                Where've you been, Harry? And
                what happened to your face?

                               HARRY
                Later.   What've I missed?



                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              RON
                     (shrugging; still
                      eating)
                Sorting Hat urged us all to be
                brave and strong in these troubled
                times -- easy for it to say --
                it's a hat, isn't it? First Years
                seemed to enjoy it, though.
                Wankers. Filch give you the wand
                outside?

      Harry nods. Ginny, damp napkin in hand, begins to dab
      his face, then feels suddenly awkward. Harry takes it
      from her.

                              HARRY
                Thanks...
      Just then, the light in the Hall begins to gently dim and
      all eyes turn to Dumbledore, standing at the top of the
      Hall, ashen hand raised to the enchanted ceiling, where
      clouds respond to his gestures and shroud a gleaming full
      moon.

                              HERMIONE
                What's happened to his hand?

                              DUMBLEDORE
                The very best of evenings to you!
                First off, please join me in
                welcoming the newest member of our
                staff, Horace Slughorn.

      MILD APPLAUSE ensues. Harry claps perfunctorily, his
      eyes drifting to the entrance of the Hall as a pair of
      Aurors station themselves just outside.
                              DUMBLEDORE
                Professor Slughorn, I'm happy to
                say, has agreed to resume his old
                post of Potions master. Meanwhile
                the post of Defense Against the
                Dark Arts will be assumed by
                Professor Snape.

      This is greeted by stunned silence. Dumbledore frowns,
      then attempts to generate something by CLAPPING his hands
      once. A few Slytherins join in and some dim-witted First
      Years.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Now, as you know, each and every
                one of you was searched upon your
                arrival tonight. You have a right
                to know why.
                              (MORE)
                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                               DUMBLEDORE (CONT'D)
                      (a beat)
                 Once there was a young man who,
                 like you, sat in this very Hall.
                 Walked this castle's corridors.
                 Slept beneath its roof. He
                 seemed, to all the world, a
                 student like any other. His name?
                 Tom Riddle.

      The Hall goes utterly silent.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Today, of course, the world knows
                him by another name. Which is
                why, as I stand looking out upon
                you all tonight, I am reminded of
                a sobering fact. Each day, every
                hour, this very minute perhaps,
                dark forces attempt to penetrate
                this castle. But in the end,
                their greatest weapon remains...
                you.

      Harry eyes Malfoy, slouched low, lazily levitating a fork
      with his wand, as if Dumbledore were unworthy of
      attention.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Just something to keep in mind.
                Now, off to bed. Pip pip!

                              RON
                     (as they rise)
                That was cheerful.

41    INT. CORRIDOR - MORNING                                     41

      A TEEMING MASS of STUDENTS fight their way to class on
      first day of term. Amidst it all, McGonagall stands tall
      and stern. The twins pass by, bearing identical looks of
      consternation.

                              PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
                History of Magic is up, ladies,
                not down. Mr. Davies -- that's
                the girl's toilet...

      McGonagall's eyes shift, find Harry and Ron sitting upon
      a ledge, clearly deriving immense pleasure from the
      chaos.

                                PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
                Potter!

                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      Harry's smile droops.   McGonagall beckons with a finger.

                              HARRY
                This can't be good.

      Ron grins as Harry makes his way "upstream" to
      McGonagall.

                              PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
                Enjoying ourself, are we?

                              HARRY
                Well, you see, I've got an open
                period this morning, Professor --

                              PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
                So I noticed. I would think you'd
                want to fill it with Potions. Or
                is it no longer your ambition to
                become an Auror?

                              HARRY
                It is. Or was. But I was told I
                had to get an Outstanding in my
                O.W.L. --

                               PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
                And so you did when Professor
                Snape was teaching Potions.
                However, Professor Slughorn is
                perfectly happy to accept N.E.W.T.
                students with `Exceeds
                Expectations.'

                              HARRY
                Really? Well... brilliant.    I'll
                head there straight away.

                              PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
                Good. And take Weasley with you.
                He looks far too happy over there.


42    INT. CORRIDOR/SLUGHORN'S CLASSROOM - MORNING (MOMENTS         42
      LATER)

      Ron trails Harry toward an open door.                               

                              RON
                But I don't want to take Potions!

     HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07       34.


43    INT. SLUGHORN'S CLASSROOM - CONTINUOUS ACTION - MORNING     43

      As Harry drags Ron inside, the other students turn in
      unison. Hermione frowns. Lavender, seeing Ron, beams.

                              SLUGHORN
                Harry m'boy! I was beginning to
                worry! And I see we've brought
                someone with us...

                              RON
                Ron Weasley, sir. But I'm dead
                awful at Potions, a menace
                actually, so I probably should
                just be going --

                              SLUGHORN
                Nonsense, we'll sort you out. Any
                friend of Harry's is a friend of
                mine. Right then, books out --

                              HARRY
                Um, sorry, sir, but I haven't got
                my book yet -- nor's Ron. You
                see -- (until this morning...)                          

                              SLUGHORN
                Not to worry. You can get what
                you need from the cupboard.

      As Harry and Ron step to the cupboard, Slughorn resumes,
      gesturing to the cauldrons bubbling before him.

                              SLUGHORN
                Now, as I was saying, I've
                prepared a few concoctions this
                morning. Any ideas what these
                might be? Yes, Miss...?

                              HERMIONE
                Granger, sir. That one there is
                Veritaserum. And that would be
                Polyjuice Potion. And that...

      In the cupboard, Harry and Ron find two TEXTBOOKS -- one
      new, one shabby and soiled. Both snatch for the new when
      a box -- marked "BEZOARS" -- tips. As Harry makes a grab
      for it, Ron wrests free the new textbook and goes off
      grinning.

                              HERMIONE
                ... is Amortentia! The most
                powerful love potion in the world.
                              (MORE)

                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                               HERMIONE (CONT'D)
                 It's rumored to smell differently
                 to each person, according to what
                 attracts them. For example, I
                 smell freshly mown grass and
                 new parchment and spearmint
                 toothpaste --

      Hermione blushes, stops herself.    Slughorn regards her.

                              SLUGHORN
                One of my best friends is Muggle-
                born. She's the best in our
                year...
      Harry, settling into his seat with the soiled textbook,
      looks up just as Slughorn's eyes shift to him for
      confirmation. As Harry nods, Hermione glances curiously
      at him.

                              SLUGHORN
                Now Amortentia doesn't create
                actual love, of course. That's
                impossible. But it does cause a
                powerful infatuation or obsession.
                For that reason, it is probably
                the most dangerous potion in this
                room.

      Slughorn turns, finds a sea of dreamy faces leaning into
      the VAPORS. Instantly, he CLANGS a cover onto the
      cauldron, bringing them round. As Ron blinks, he finds
      Lavender still staring dreamily -- at him. Noticing,
      Hermione's eyes narrow.

                              KATIE BELL
                Sir, you haven't told us what's in
                that one.

                               SLUGHORN
                Ah yes...

      Slughorn steps to a SMALL BLACK CAULDRON. Begins to
      ladle a bit of GOLDEN LIQUID into a TINY VIAL.

                              SLUGHORN
                What you see before you, ladies
                and gentlemen, is a curious little
                potion known as Felix Felicis.
                But it is more commonly referred
                to as --

                               HERMIONE
                Liquid luck.

      A buzz runs through the class.   Even Malfoy perks up.
                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              SLUGHORN
                Yes, Miss Granger. Desperately
                tricky to make. Disastrous should
                you get it wrong. But brewed
                correctly, as this has been, it
                has remarkable powers. One sip
                and you will find that all your
                endeavors succeed... at least
                until the effects wear off.

                              KATIE BELL
                But then why don't people drink it
                all the time?

                              SLUGHORN
                Because taken in excess it causes
                giddiness, recklessness and
                dangerous overconfidence.

                              BLAISE
                Have you ever taken it, sir?

                             SLUGHORN
                Twice. Once when I was twenty-
                four. Once when I was fifty-
                seven. Two tablespoons taken at
                breakfast. Two perfect days...

      Slughorn eyes the vial dreamily, adrift.   Finally he
      blinks.

                              SLUGHORN
                So. This is what I offer each of
                you today. One tiny vial of
                liquid luck... to the student who,
                in the hour that remains, manages
                to brew an acceptable Draught of
                Living Death, the recipe for which
                can be found on page ten of your
                textbook.

      Excitement seizes the class.   Slughorn smiles knowingly.

                              SLUGHORN
                You should know that in all the
                years of my previous tenure at
                Hogwarts, not once did a student
                brew a potion of sufficient
                quality to claim this prize. In
                any event -- good luck.

      Slughorn sets the vial upon his desk, where it SHIMMERS
      in a SHAFT of SUNLIGHT. Harry opens his book. Frowns.
      The MARGINS of the page before him are black with the
      tight SCRIBBLINGS of a previous owner.
                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      The same CREEPY GRAFFITI fills the next page as well, on
      and on throughout the book. Shaking his head, Harry runs
      his finger under the first PRINTED INSTRUCTION:

      "Cut up one Sopophorous bean."

      Harry takes the SILVER DAGGER upon his desk, poises it
      over the BEAN when... Ron's bean shoots across the room
      and bounces off Katie Bell's head. Harry surveys the
      rest of the room: everyone is struggling to cut the
      resistant legume. He glances back to his book, considers
      the instruction again.

      As ARROW has been drawn from the word "Cut" to the
      margin, where a modification has been written in the
      tight scrawl:
      "Crush with blade -- releases juice better."

      Harry considers the dagger in his hand, then places the
      flat of the blade against the bean and presses.
      Instantly, the protective parchment covering the desk
      runs RED with juice.

                              HERMIONE
                How did you do that?

                                HARRY
                Crush it.    Don't cut it.

                             HERMIONE
                No. The instructions specifically
                say to cut.

                                   HARRY
                No.    Really --
                                   HERMIONE
                Sh!

      Harry shrugs, lifts the parchment and tips the juice into
      his cauldron. It HISSES, then turns LILAC. Harry grins.
      CAMERA BEGINS SLOW DOLLY TOWARDS the vial of Felix
      Felicis and...


      MONTAGE BEGINS

      Students struggle.    A cauldron overflows.   Lavender eyes
      Ron.

      CAMERA CREEPS TOWARD VIAL.      THE SUNLIGHT SHIFTS.

      Hermione grows more and more frustrated. Her hair grows
      bushier in the steam rising from her cauldron...
                                                             (CONTINUED)

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      Harry's finger traces under the official instruction...
      then drifts to the spidery scrawl in the margin...

      Malfoy cuts himself, curses...

      CAMERA CREEPS CLOSER TO VIAL.    SUNLIGHT SHIFTS AGAIN.

      Harry, cool as a cucumber, adds one last ingredient,
      steps back, done...

      Hermione, hair like Medea now, glowers at him...

      THE LIGHT SHIFTS ONE LAST TIME.   THE VIAL GLIMMERS LIKE
      GOLD.

      MONTAGE ENDS.

      ANOTHER ANGLE

      Slughorn wends his way amongst the cauldrons, nodding
      with sympathy at the fiascos before him. Then... he
      stops, staring in disbelief at the pearly sheen of one
      bubbling potion.

                              SLUGHORN
                Merlin's Beard! But it's perfect.
                So perfect I daresay one sip would
                kill us all! Your mother was a
                dab hand at potions, but this...
                My, my, what can't you do, m'boy?
                Perhaps you will save us all in
                the end...

      All eyes turn to Harry.   His smile falters.
                              SLUGHORN
                Here you are then, as promised.
                One bottle of Felix Felicis. Use
                it well.

      Slowly, Harry reaches out... takes the glittering vial.


44    EXT. CASTLE - NIGHT                                             44

      The Castle is dark, but for one WINDOW.


45    INT. DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE - SAME TIME - NIGHT                    45

      Dumbledore sits alone at his desk, the deep lines of his
      face illuminated by the shimmering PENSIEVE. TWO OBJECTS
      of note are before him. One is a BLACK-STONED RING. The
      other is TOM RIDDLE'S DIARY.
                                                         (CONTINUED)

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      He briefly balances the ring   upon the tip of an ashen
      finger, then turns a page of   the battered diary. His
      face is troubled. A KNOCK.     He takes the ring and diary,
      slips them inside a drawer.    The door swings open,
      reveals Harry.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Good evening, Harry. You got my
                message, I see. Come, come. Sit.

      Harry steps forward, eyes the Pensieve curiously.   Sits.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                So.    How are you?

                                HARRY
                Fine, sir.
                              DUMBLEDORE
                Enjoying your classes? Professor
                Slughorn, for one, is most
                impressed with you.

                              HARRY
                I think he overestimates my
                abilities, sir.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                Do you?

                                HARRY
                Definitely.

      Dumbledore smiles affectionately, nods.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                And what of your activities
                outside the classroom? Do they
                bring you satisfaction?

                                HARRY
                Sir?

                              DUMBLEDORE
                I notice you spend a great deal of
                time with Miss Granger. One can't
                help but wonder if --

                              HARRY
                No! I mean... she's brilliant.
                And we're friends. But... no.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Forgive me, Harry, I...

                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      Dumbledore smiles faintly, shakes his head.

                               DUMBLEDORE
                ... I was merely curious.
                      (rising)
                In any event, I'm sure you're
                wondering why I've summoned you
                here tonight. The answer lies
                here.

      Dumbledore swings open a cabinet where DOZENS upon DOZENS
      of GLITTERING VIALS stand like tiny glimmering soldiers.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                What you see before you are
                memories. In this case pertaining
                to one individual: Voldemort. Or
                as he was known then... Tom
                Riddle.

      Dumbledore reaches down with his damaged hand and removes
      a stoppered VIAL, dusty and veined with age.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                This vial contains a most
                particular memory -- of the day I
                first met him. I'd like you to
                see it. If you would...

      Dumbledore extends his ashen hand and Harry rises,
      gingerly takes the vial and removes the cork. He tips
      the contents into the Pensieve. Dumbledore nods and
      Harry leans into the iridescent liquid, his face breaking
      the surface...

46    FLASHBACK - EXT. STREET (LONDON) - DAY (YEARS PAST)         46

      A horse-drawn MILK CART rattles across a RAIN-SWEPT               
      London street and a YOUNG DUMBLEDORE appears in a PLUM
      VELVET SUIT. We TRACK him down the street (and see him
      eye a LOVELY LASS appreciatively) until he reaches a GRIM
      BUILDING surrounded by IRON GATES. As Dumbledore passes
      through, CAMERA RISES:

                   W O O L' S   ORPHANAGE

      The IMAGE SHUDDERS and we --

                                                        CUT TO:

  41.


47    INT. ORPHANAGE - CORRIDOR - PENSIEVE - DAY                   47

      A skinny, sharp-featured woman, MRS. COLE, leads
      Dumbledore down a drab corridor. CHILDREN'S VOICES carry
      from an unseen COURTYARD, splashing and shrieking, in the          
      midst of some game.

                              MRS. COLE
                I must confess to a bit of
                confusion upon receiving your
                letter, Mr. Dumbledore. In all
                the years Tom's been here, he's
                never once had a family visitor.
                Frankly, I was stunned to find
                that someone knew of his
                existence.
                              DUMBLEDORE
                I am not family. But his name has
                been known to me since birth.

                                MRS. COLE
                I see...

      But she doesn't really.   She stops, frowns.

                              MRS. COLE
                I think I should tell you. He's a
                funny boy -- Tom. Odd. There
                have been incidents with the other
                children. Nasty things.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Perhaps you could give me an
                example.
      Mrs. Cole starts to speak, then shakes her head, moves
      off. As Dumbledore makes to follow, his eyes happen upon
      a FRAMED PHOTOGRAPH on the wall, old and yellowing,
      depicting a SEASIDE SCENE of a SHARP ROCK OUTCROPPING and
      a CAVE. As he exits, we HOLD ON it.


      NEW ANGLE - CORRIDOR OUTSIDE TOM RIDDLE'S ROOM

      Mrs. Cole's hand appears.   KNOCKS.   She turns the KNOB.


48    INT. ORPHANAGE - RIDDLE'S ROOM - PENSIEVE - DAY              48

      A small room, grim and shadowy. TOM RIDDLE, 11 years               
      old, sits atop a bed, hands in lap. The walls CRAWL with           
      REFLECTED RAIN, oozing like oil down a grimy window.               


                                                        (CONTINUED)

     HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07      41A.
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                               MRS. COLE
                 You've got a visitor, Tom.




                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      Dumbledore steps forward, extends his hand.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                How do you do, Tom.

      Riddle eyes Dumbledore briefly, looks away.

                              MRS. COLE
                Well, I'll leave you two to
                yourselves.

      Mrs. Cole exits, closing the door. Dumbledore studies
      Riddle, then begins to tour the room. Carefully placed
      upon a low shelf are some ODD SOUVENIRS. A grouping of
      SEVEN STONES... A book containing SEVEN MATCHES. SEVEN
      BRASS KEYS...
      Moving on, Dumbledore passes a TALL CABINET, tracing his
      FINGERS over its surface, as if the wood's grain were
      Braille, as if somehow "seeing" what lies within.

      Then Dumbledore pauses. Strewn on a small table are a
      grouping of SEVEN DARK DRAWINGS. A BOY and GIRL, their
      faces anguished. A sea-swept CAVE. The same cave from
      the photograph. Dumbledore begins to reach out...

                                 TOM RIDDLE
                Don't.

      Dumbledore stops, turns.    Finds Riddle's level gaze on
      him.

                                 DUMBLEDORE
                As you wish.

      Riddle looks away and Dumbledore, for the first time,
      notices his hands. They are splayed, utterly still, and
      INTERLACED with a SILKY WEB, where a SPIDER knits back
      and forth.

                              TOM RIDDLE
                You're the doctor, aren't you?

                               DUMBLEDORE
                No.   I am a Professor.

                              TOM RIDDLE
                I don't believe you. I hear Mrs.
                Cole talking, her and the rest of
                the staff. They want me looked
                at. They think I'm different.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Perhaps they're right.

                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                                 TOM RIDDLE
                I'm not mad.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Hogwarts is not a place for mad
                people.

      Riddle looks up, cocks his head ever-so-slightly.

                                 DUMBLEDORE
                It's a school.     A school of...
                magic.

      Riddle stays looking, but says nothing.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                You can do things, can't you, Tom?
                Things the other children can't.

      Riddle eyes Dumbledore intensely, unblinking.

                                 TOM RIDDLE
                Yes.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Tell me some of the things you can
                do, Tom.

                               TOM RIDDLE
                      (watching the spider)
                I can make things move -- without
                touching them. I can make animals
                do what I want without training
                them. I can make bad things
                happen to people who are mean to
                me. I can make them hurt... if I
                want.

      Dumbledore studies Riddle -- then the boy looks up.

                                 TOM RIDDLE
                Who are you?

                              DUMBLEDORE
                I'm like you, Tom. Different.

      Riddle closes his hands and the web collapses.

                                 TOM RIDDLE
                Prove it.

      It is not a request. Without breaking his gaze,
      Dumbledore's eyes narrow ever-so-slightly and... the
      WARDROBE BURSTS INTO FLAMES. Riddle wheels.

                                                        (CONTINUED)

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       Slowly smiles. Dumbledore studies him. Abruptly, the
       wardrobe begins to SHAKE. Riddle's smile fades.




                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              DUMBLEDORE
                I think there is something trying
                to get out of your wardrobe, Tom.
                Open it. Open. It.

      Terrified, Riddle steps to the burning wardrobe and
      throws open the door. On the topmost shelf, above a rail
      of threadbare clothes, a SMALL BOX SHAKES VIOLENTLY.

                               DUMBLEDORE
                Take it out.

      As Riddle's fingers touch the box, the flames engulfing
      the wardrobe vanish, but the box continues to SHAKE --
      the only sound in the now-silent room.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Is there anything in that box you
                ought not to have?

      Riddle eyes Dumbledore, a trifle fearfully this time. He
      spills the box onto the bed: a YO-YO, a silver THIMBLE,
      and a tarnished MOUTH ORGAN.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Why did you want these things,
                Tom?

                              TOM RIDDLE
                     (looking off)
                I like having things that belonged
                to other people. It makes me feel
                ... close to them.

      Dumbledore studies Riddle's profile, pondering this.
                              DUMBLEDORE
                Thievery is not tolerated at
                Hogwarts. At Hogwarts, you will
                be taught not only how to use
                magic, but to control it.
                Understood?
                     (as Riddle nods)
                I'll be going now, Tom. Leave
                your window open tonight. An owl
                will bring you a message. Read it
                carefully.

      Dumbledore starts to exit, when:

                              TOM RIDDLE
                I can speak to snakes too.

      Dumbledore stops and we are ON his face, his back to
      Riddle.
                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              TOM RIDDLE
                They find me. Whisper things. Is
                that normal. For someone like me?

                                 DUMBLEDORE
                It is unusual.     But not unheard
                of.

      Dumbledore exits then, without a backward glance, leaving
      11-year-old Tom Riddle alone. The IMAGE SHUDDERS and...


49    INT. DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE - NIGHT (PRESENT)                  49

      ... Harry and Dumbledore reappear. The room has grown
      DIM in their absence. Dumbledore gestures. LAMPS BLAZE
      to LIFE.
                              HARRY
                Did you know, sir? Then?

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Did I know that I had just met the
                most dangerous Dark Wizard of all
                time? No. Had I...

      Dumbledore falters, his expression troubled. Harry looks
      up from the Pensieve, where young Tom Riddle's fragmented
      face floats on the surface, eyes Dumbledore.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Over time, while here at   Hogwarts,
                Tom Riddle grew close to   one
                particular teacher. Can    you guess
                which teacher that might   be?
                              HARRY
                You didn't bring Professor
                Slughorn back simply to teach
                Potions, did you, sir?

                              DUMBLEDORE
                No. I did not. You see,
                Professor Slughorn possesses
                something I desire very dearly.
                And he will not part with it
                easily...
                     (eyeing Harry
                      knowingly)
                I'd rather not divulge any more
                just yet, Harry. But I promise.
                In time you will know everything.



                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              HARRY
                You said Professor Slughorn would
                try to collect me.

                                 DUMBLEDORE
                I did.

                              HARRY
                Do you want me to let him?

      Dumbledore trails his ashen fingers in the surface of the
      Pensieve, vanquishing young Tom Riddle's face.

                                 DUMBLEDORE
                Yes.

50    EXT. QUIDDITCH PITCH - MORNING                                50

      Harry tries -- with little success -- to get the
      attention of the throng of aspiring Quidditch players
      assembled on the pitch.

                               HARRY
                All right!   Queue up!   Excuse
                me...

                                 GINNY
                SHUT IT!

      Instant silence.   Harry frowns, nods to Ginny
      nevertheless.

                              HARRY
                Thanks. All right. This morning
                I'll be putting you all through a
                few drills to assess your
                strengths. But know this: Just
                because you made the team last
                year does not guarantee you a spot
                this year. Is that clear?

      Ron looks unnerved at this, sweating so much he's
      attracted a PESKY FLY. CORMAC McLAGGEN, the huge boy
      from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, sidles up.

                              CORMAC
                No hard feelings, Weasley,
                alright?

                                 RON
                Hard feelings?



                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              CORMAC
                I'll be going out for Keeper as
                well. Nothing personal.

                              RON
                Really? Strapping guy like you,
                you've got a Beater's build, don't
                you think? Keeper needs to be
                agile, quick --

      Cormac nabs the FLY between two fingers, kills the BUZZ.

                              CORMAC
                I like my chances. Say... think
                you could introduce me to your
                friend Granger? Wouldn't mind
                getting on a first name basis,
                know what I mean?

      Cormac gives a lewd wink, saunters off.   Ron glances up
      to the stands. Hermione smiles, waves.


      BEGIN MONTAGE

      Ginny flies swiftly, handling the Quaffle with ease.

      TWO SECOND YEARS collide in mid-air.

      Cormac makes a brilliant save.

      Ron makes a shaky save.

      Hermione looks on, nervous for him.

      Katie Bell snatches a Quaffle with one hand, splits two
      defenders beautifully and makes a slick blind pass to
      Dean who jets high in the air, then lets the Quaffle roll
      off his fingers... right into Ginny's hands as she races
      below.

      Seamus sends a Bludger rocketing into the stands,
      scatters a group of onlookers, leaving only Neville, who
      sidles delicately to the right as the others leg it.

      TWO THIRD YEARS collide in mid-air.

      Cormac makes a brilliant save.

      Ron turns the wrong way but makes the save anyway as the
      Quaffle caroms off the tail of his broom.

      Hermione looks on more nervously.


                                                        (CONTINUED)

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       DEMELZA ROBINS, bent low over her stick, pins the Quaffle
       under her chin, splits two Bludgers and a pair of
       Beaters.




                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      TWO FOURTH YEARS collide in mid-air.

      Two aspiring Beaters "whiff" on a pair of Bludgers, whack
      each other instead and plummet to the pitch as the
      Bludgers ricochet off one another and go flying into the
      stands, scattering onlookers yet again and leaving, as
      before, only Neville. This time, he sidles delicately to
      the left.

      Cormac makes a brilliant save.

      The Quaffle bounces off Ron's head.

      Hermione looks on extremely nervously.

      TWO FIFTH YEARS collide in mid-air.
      END MONTAGE.


      ANOTHER ANGLE

      The survivors press ICE PACKS to their heads, run TAPE
      round twisted fingers. Only Ron, hovering at the west
      goal, and Cormac, hovering at the east, remain on the
      pitch. Luna, Spectrespecs in place, eyes Cormac -- cool,
      confident, clear. Then eyes Ron -- sweaty, nervous,
      SWARMING in WRACKSPURTS.

                              HARRY
                All right. Cormac. Ron. It's
                down to you two for Keeper. We'll
                decide it with a shootout.
                Demelza, you'll bring the Quaffle
                up against Cormac. Ginny, you'll
                take on Ron.
                              CORMAC
                Hang on. She's his sister. How
                do I know she won't toss him a
                floater?

                              GINNY
                Piss off, Cormac. How `bout I
                toss you a floater?

                             HARRY
                Quiet! I'm Captain. We do it my
                way. Now line up. On three.
                One. Two... Three!

      Demelza and Ginny rocket forth. Ron weaves nervously
      while Cormac hovers in place, a confident sneer on his
      face.

                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              HARRY
                     (under his breath)
                C'mon, Ron...

      Demelza hunkers over her broom once again, flying like an
      arrow, then goes into a wide, sweeping slide. Ginny
      blasts over the pitch, ginger hair streaming like flames,
      then rolls recklessly to the side. As one, they both let
      fly...

      Hermione, face buried in her fingers, MUTTERS SOMETHING.

      Cormac, at the last moment, inexplicably rolls his broom
      to the right and the Quaffle sails over his shoulder.
      Ron, zig-zagging crazily, nearly falls off, rights
      himself in a panic, and deflects Ginny's Quaffle... with
      his forehead. As a few partisan CHEERS erupt from the
      stands, Harry grins, then has to restrain himself.
      Hermione opens her eyes slowly.

                              LAVENDER BROWN
                Isn't he brilliant?

      Hermione stares balefully at Lavender, then notices
      Cormac eyeing his broom incredulously. She gets up,
      slips away.


51    INT. COMMON ROOM - NIGHT                                    51

      Harry scans his Potions book. Hermione peruses the
      Prophet. Ron cracks walnuts, pitching the pieces into
      the fire.

                              RON
                Have to admit, thought I was going
                to miss that last one. Hope
                Cormac's not taking it too hard.

      Behind her paper, Hermione rolls her eyes.

                              RON
                Has a bit of a thing for you,
                Hermione. Cormac.

                                 HERMIONE
                He's vile.

      Ron considers this, then glances across the room at
      Lavender.

                              HARRY
                Ever heard of this spell?


                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      Harry points to a notation in the margin underlined three
      times: "Sectumsempra. For Enemies." Hermione frowns.

                              HERMIONE
                No I have not. And if you had a
                shred of self-respect you would
                turn that book in.

                              RON
                Not bloody likely. He's top of
                the class. Even better than you,
                Hermione. Slughorn thinks he's a
                genius.

      Hermione casts Ron a withering glance.

                                RON
                What?

                              HERMIONE
                I'd like to know just whose book
                that was. Let's take a look,
                shall we?

                                 HARRY
                        (holding it out of
                         reach)
                No.

                              HERMIONE
                     (suspicious)
                Why not?

                                HARRY
                It's... old.    The binding is
                fragile.
                              HERMIONE
                The binding is fragile?
      She makes another grab for it, but Harry holds it clear.
      Then Ginny appears, plucks it out of his hand.

                              GINNY
                Who's the Half-Blood Prince?

                                HERMIONE/RON
                The who?

                              GINNY
                That's what it says. Right here.
                `This Book is the Property of the
                Half-Blood Prince.'


                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      Ginny points. Written on the frontispiece is: "This
      Book is the Property of the Half-Blood Prince."


52    EXT. MAIN STREET (HOGSMEADE VILLAGE) - DAY                  52

      Students lean into a bitter wind, trudging through deep
      snow.

                              HERMIONE
                For weeks you carry around this
                book, practically sleep with it...
                and you have no desire to find out
                who The Half-Blood Prince is?

                              HARRY
                I didn't say I wasn't curious.
                And, by the way, I don't sleep
                with it.

                              RON
                     (a sarcastic chortle)
                Yeah. Right.
                     (as Harry glares)
                Well, it's true. I like a nice
                chat before I go to bed. Now
                you're always reading that bloody
                book. It's like being with
                Hermione.

      This time it's Hermione's turn to glare.

                              HERMIONE
                Well, I was curious. So I went
                to --
                               HARRY/RON
                The library.

                               HARRY
                And?

                              HERMIONE
                And... nothing. There's no
                reference to the Half-Blood Prince
                anywhere.

                               HARRY
                Good.   That settles it then.

      Hermione starts to object, when:

                              HAGRID
                Hey, you three!

                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      HAGRID emerges out of the trees, beard crusted in white,
      looking like a crazed Father Christmas. Behind him, deep
      in the woods, DARK SILHOUETTES -- AURORS -- can be seen.
      Hermione eyes them briefly, then nods to the PULSATING
      BURLAP BAG Hagrid clutches in his fist.

                              HERMIONE
                What've you got there, Hagrid?

      Hagrid tips open the bag.   The trio grimace.    Hagrid
      CHUCKLES.

                              HAGRID
                Stinksap. Burn the whiskers right
                off yer chin. Trees `ere are
                drippin' with it.
                               HERMIONE
                Stinksap?   You're not sick, are
                you?

                              HAGRID
                It's not fer me. It's fer Aragog.
                Yeh remember Aragog, don' yeh?

                             RON
                Spider? About six feet tall?     Ten
                feet wide?

                              HAGRID
                Tha's the one. He's taken ill.
                I'm hopin' ter nurse `im back.
                Keep yer fingers crossed.

      Hagrid crosses his fingers. Ron forces a grin, does the
      same, shakes his head as Hagrid disappears back into the
      trees.

                              RON
                Barking. Does he not remember
                that raving arachnid tried to eat
                us? What?

      Ron sees Hermione staring at the Aurors again.

                              HERMIONE
                The Aurors. I know they're here
                to protect us, but... somehow I
                don't feel any safer.

      Just then Harry spies Slughorn, heading down towards the
      Village, passing a weary Flitwick coming the other way.



                                                         (CONTINUED)

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                               SLUGHORN
                 Filius! I was hoping to find you
                 at the Three Broomsticks.

                               FLITWICK
                 Emergency choir practice, I'm
                 afraid, Horace.

       Harry watches Slughorn continue on toward the Village.




                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              HARRY
                Who's up for a Butterbeer?


53    INT. THREE BROOMSTICKS - DAY (LATER)                        53

      As the trio enter, Harry glances round, locates Slughorn
      at the bar, planted plumply on a stool.

                               HARRY
                No.   Over here.

      Hermione and Ron, in the midst of seating themselves at a
      perfectly acceptable -- and clean -- table, see Harry
      seat himself at one strewn with the detritus of a
      previous customer -- but which puts him in direct view of
      Slughorn. They exchange a glance, shrug, join Harry.
      Ron starts to take the chair directly opposite Harry --
      blocking his view.

                               HARRY
                No, no.   Sit next to me.

      Ron stops, exchanges another glance with Hermione.

                               RON
                O-kay.

      A SKINNY KID in an apron appears, tosses a FILTHY RAG
      upon the table -- which begins to wipe the surface on its
      own. Harry cranes his neck around the kid to keep
      Slughorn in view.

                              SKINNY KID
                What'll we have?
                              HERMIONE
                Three Butterbeers. Splash of
                ginger in mine, please.

      The kid WHISTLES and the rag leaps back into his pocket.
      Harry continues to eye Slughorn, when he sees Draco.
      They lock eyes briefly, then Draco exits.

                              RON
                Aw, bloody hell...

      Harry turns, sees Ron glowering at Ginny, who sits in a
      dark corner with Dean, their faces lit by a guttering
      candle.

                              HERMIONE
                Oh, honestly, Ronald. They're
                just holding hands...
                              (MORE)
                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                               HERMIONE (CONT'D)
                      (as Dean kisses
                       Ginny)
                 And snogging.

                              RON
                I'd like to leave.

                               HERMIONE
                Leave?   You can't be serious.

                              RON
                That happens to be my sister.

                              HERMIONE
                So? What if she looked over here
                and saw you snogging me? Would
                you expect her to get up and
                leave?
      Ron blinks, utterly speechless.      Then:

                                SLUGHORN
                Harry, m'boy!
      Slughorn's voice BOOMS so loudly even Ginny jumps -- and
      catches Harry looking. As Slughorn waddles over,
      SLOSHING mug in hand, Harry rises immediately -- an
      action so grossly out of character that Hermione regards
      him with amused curiosity.

                               HARRY
                Hello, sir.   Wonderful to see you.

      Hermione, brow wrinkling, turns to Ron, silently mouths:
      wonderful to see you?
                              HARRY
                So what brings you here, sir?

                              SLUGHORN
                Oh, the Three Broomsticks and I go
                way back. Longer than I'd care to
                admit. In fact, I remember when
                it was simply One Broomstick!

      As Slughorn GUFFAWS, Harry joins in, LAUGHING HEARTILY as
      well. Slughorn's belly trembles next to Hermione's cheek
      and his waving mug sloshes over, spattering the table.

                                SLUGHORN
                Oops!    All hands on deck, Granger!

      Hermione smiles thinly, when a WHISTLE is heard and the
      FILTHY RAG is back, whisking away Slughorn's mess as the
      SKINNY KID slides three foaming mugs onto the table.
                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      (In the b.g. Katie Bell emerges from the back, starts for
      the exit. Her friend LEANNE follows her out.)

                              SLUGHORN
                Listen, m'boy. In the old days, I
                used to throw together the
                occasional supper and invite a
                select student or two. Would you
                be game?

                              HARRY
                I'd consider it an honor, sir.

                              SLUGHORN
                You'd be welcome too, Granger.

      Hermione, in the midst of emptying her Butterbeer in one
      long draw, SLAMS down her mug -- leaving behind a
      "mustache."

                              HERMIONE
                Be delighted, sir.

                              SLUGHORN
                Brilliant. Look for my owl.
                     (exiting, to Ron)
                Good to see you, Wallenby.

      Ron frowns as Slughorn waddles away, turns to Harry.

                              RON
                What're you playing at?

                              HARRY
                Dumbledore asked me to... get to
                know him.
                              RON
                Get to know him?
                              HARRY
                Dunno. But it must be important.
                Otherwise Dumbledore wouldn't ask.

      Slam! Ron turns, sees that Hermione has emptied his mug
      as well. Ron gestures to her upper lip.

                              RON
                Um... You've got a little...

      Without a thought, she flicks her tongue up, wipes it
      clean.

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54    EXT. ROAD (OUTSIDE HOGSMEADE) - DAY (MOMENTS LATER)          54

      The snow falls heavily now. Ron and Harry walk together,
      while Hermione trails several yards behind, pirouetting
      happily, letting snowflakes fall on her tongue.

                              RON
                Bit worried about her. Did you
                hear that rubbish she was talking
                back in the pub? Her and me
                snogging. Ha. As if...

                             LEANNE (O.S.)
                Katie. You don't know what it
                could be!

      Up ahead, Katie Bell and Leanne stand in the drifting
      snow, ARGUING. Katie holds a SLENDER PACKAGE. Hermione
      comes bumping up, drapes her arms over the boys.

                                HERMIONE
                What's up?

      At that very instant, Katie Bell RISES SIX FEET INTO THE
      AIR. Hair dancing violently in the wind, her face
      remains eerily placid. Then she... SCREAMS. Harry and
      Ron DASH FORWARD, seize her ankles. At their touch, she
      FALLS to the snow, THRASHING and SHRIEKING, EYES ROLLED
      UP in her skull.

                                LEANNE
                I warned her!    I warned her not to
                touch it!

      Hermione looks.   Lying in the snow is the PACKAGE, TORN.
                              RON
                Harry, she's swallowing her
                tongue --

                              HERMIONE
                I'll get someone --

                              HARRY
                There's no time!

      Suddenly, a MASSIVE FIGURE LURCHES out of the WHITE:
      Hagrid.

                                HAGRID
                Get back!    All o' yeh!




                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      He says this so forcefully the others instantly obey.
      Effortlessly, he scoops up Katie's thrashing body and
      then, as if calming a terrified animal, presses his face
      close to hers and WHISPERS with great TENDERNESS:

                               HAGRID
                Now, now.   Now, now...

      Over and over he repeats this, soothingly, the words like
      a mantra, until Katie's lids flutter and her body goes
      limp.

                              HAGRID
                Don' go touchin' tha' but by the
                wrappin's. Unnerstan'?

      Hagrid nods darkly to the package in the snow. Harry
      kneels. Poking through the paper is an ORNATE OPAL
      NECKLACE. Taking off his scarf he carefully enfolds
      package and rises. Then, along with the others, he
      watches Hagrid lumber off, Katie cradled in his arms. In
      seconds they are swallowed by the snow. The only sound
      is the ROAR of the WIND.


55    INT. McGONAGALL'S OFFICE - LATER (LATE AFTERNOON)           55

      The necklace lies green and glittering upon McGonagall's
      desk.

                              PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
                You're sure Katie did not have
                this in her possession when she
                entered the Three Broomsticks,
                Leanne?
                              LEANNE
                It's like I said. She went to the
                loo and when she came back she had
                the package. She said it was
                important she deliver it.

                              PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
                Did she say to whom?

      Leanne shakes her head.

                              PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
                All right, Leanne. You may go.
                     (as Leanne exits)
                Why is it always you three? Hm?
                When something happens?



                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                               RON
                Believe me, Professor, I've been
                asking myself the same question
                for six years.

      Just then, Snape appears at the door, eyes the trio.

                                 PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
                Severus.

                                 SNAPE
                Is this it?

      McGonagall nods. Snape takes his wand, lifts the
      necklace like a dead snake. Eyes it with fascination.

                              PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
                What do you think?

                              SNAPE
                I think Miss Bell is lucky to be
                alive.

                              HARRY
                She was cursed, wasn't she? I
                know Katie. Off the Quidditch
                pitch she wouldn't hurt a fly. If
                she was bringing that to someone,
                she wasn't doing it knowingly.

      Snape eyes Harry levelly.

                               PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
                Yes.   She was cursed.

                                 HARRY
                It was Malfoy.

                              PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
                That's a very serious accusation,
                Potter.

                                SNAPE
                Indeed.    Your evidence?

                              HARRY
                I... just... know.

                              SNAPE
                You... just... know. Once again
                you astonish with your gifts,
                Potter, gifts mere mortals could
                only dream of possessing. How
                grand it must be to be the Chosen
                One.
                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      Ron and Hermione avert their eyes uncomfortably.

                              PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
                I suggest you return to your
                dormitory. All of you.


56    INT. BOYS' DORMITORY (GRYFFINDOR TOWER) - NIGHT              56

      Harry and Ron lie awake in the darkened dormitory.    Ron
      stares at the ceiling. Harry eyes "Malfoy" on the
      Marauder's Map.

                              RON
                What do you suppose Dean sees in
                her? Ginny.
                              HARRY
                What does she see in him?

                               RON
                Dean?   He's brilliant.

                              HARRY
                You called him a slick git not
                five hours ago.

                              RON
                Yeah, well, he was running his
                hands all over my sister, wasn't
                he? Something snaps. You've got
                to hate him. You know, on
                principle.

                              HARRY
                     (troubled by this)
                I suppose.

                                 RON
                So what is it?     He sees in her?

                              HARRY
                I don't know. She's smart.
                Funny. Attractive...

                                 RON
                Attractive?

                               HARRY
                You know.   She's... got nice skin.

                              RON
                Skin? You're saying Dean's dating
                my sister because of her skin?

                                                         (CONTINUED)

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                               HARRY
                 Well, no. I mean... I'm just
                 saying it could be a contributing
                 factor.

      Silence.   Then:

                               RON
                 Hermione's got nice skin.
                 Wouldn't you say? As skin goes, I
                 mean.

                               HARRY
                 I've never really thought about
                 it. But I suppose, yeah. Very
                 nice.
      Another silence.    Suddenly it feels weird.

                               HARRY
                 I think I'll be going to sleep
                 now.

                                RON
                 Right.

      Harry sets the Map aside. We HOLD. Malfoy's DOT moves
      down the 7th Floor corridor... and disappears.

                                SLUGHORN (V.O.)
                 A toast!

57    INT. SLUGHORN'S OFFICE - NIGHT                              57

      Slughorn stands at the head of a table, goblet raised to
      the students seated before him, which in addition to
      Harry and Hermione include MARCUS BELBY, Blaise Zabini,
      NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM and the TWINS. A distinctive CRYSTAL
      HOURGLASS sits in the center of the table.

                               SLUGHORN
                 To Hogwarts' best and brightest!

                                CORMAC
                 Here, here!

      Hermione exchanges a wry glance with Harry, who notices
      that ONE SETTING is EMPTY. The twins make -- and drink --
      their toast in perfect unison. Neville stares hopelessly
      at the vast array of forks, knives and spoons placed
      beside his plate.

                               NEVILLE
                 Which one do I use for the soup?
                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      Hermione grins, looks up, and gets a WINK from Cormac.

                                                          CUT TO:        


      SAME SCENE - LATER                                                 

                              SLUGHORN
                So tell me, Cormac. See much of
                your Uncle Tiberius these days?

                              CORMAC
                Yes, sir. In fact, I'm meant to
                go hunting with him and the
                Minister for Magic over holiday.

                              SLUGHORN
                Well, be sure to give them both my
                best. What about your uncle,
                Belby? Working on anything new?
                     (to the others)
                For those of you who don't know,
                Marcus' uncle invented the
                Wolfsbane Potion.

      As he speaks, Belby never once looks up from his plate.

                              MARCUS BELBY
                Dunno. He and me dad don't get
                on. Probably because Dad thinks
                potions are rubbish. Says the
                only potion worth having is a
                stiff one at the end of the --
                (day.)                                                   
                              SLUGHORN
                And you, Miss Granger? What is it
                your family does in the Muggle
                world?

                              HERMIONE
                My parents are dentists.   They
                tend to people's teeth.

                              SLUGHORN
                Fascinating. And is that
                considered a dangerous profession?

                              HERMIONE
                No. Though, a boy named Robbie
                Fenwick did bite my father once.
                Needed ten stitches.

      As Slughorn nods, the door GROANS.   Everyone turns.


                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                                 SLUGHORN
                 Miss Weasley!    Come in, come in.

                               GINNY
                 Sorry, I'm not ordinarily late --

       She falters, eyes red, uncharacteristically flustered.




                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              SLUGHORN
                No matter. You'll be just in time
                for dessert. That is -- if Belby
                leaves you any.

      As Ginny moves to her seat, Hermione WHISPERS to Harry.

                              HERMIONE
                Look at her eyes. They've been
                fighting again. Her and Dean.

      Harry nods, then stands as Ginny reaches the table -- the
      only one. Hermione notices, eyes him with amusement as
      he sits.

                                HARRY
                What?
                                HERMIONE
                Nothing.

      As Hermione smiles, she lightly strokes the crystal
      hourglass with a finger and we --

                                                     DISSOLVE TO:


58    INT. SLUGHORN'S OFFICE - NIGHT (LATER)                        58

      ... LATER, the sand having run out with the evening.
      Slughorn says his goodbyes.

                              SLUGHORN
                Thank you, one and all, for a most
                stimulating evening. We'll have
                to do it again.
      Slughorn closes the door, turns, sends a FLOOR LAMP
      WOBBLING and, catching it, finds Harry.

                                SLUGHORN
                Oh.   Potter.

                              HARRY
                Sorry, sir, I was just admiring
                your hourglass.

                              SLUGHORN
                Ah, yes. A most intriguing
                object. The sands run in
                accordance to the quality of the
                conversation. When it is
                stimulating, the sands run slow.
                When it is not...

                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              HARRY
                I think I'll be going.

                              SLUGHORN
                Nonsense. You have nothing to
                fear, m'boy. As for some of your
                classmates, well, let's just say,
                they're unlikely to make the
                shelf.

      Slughorn steps to a makeshift bar, begins to construct a
      drink.

                              HARRY
                The shelf, sir?

      Slughorn gestures to the PHOTOGRAPHS seen earlier, now
      ranged like a menagerie atop a low bookcase. Once again,
      Lily Potter and Regulus Black up front.

                              SLUGHORN
                Anyone who aspires to be anyone
                hopes to end up here. Then                              
                again... you are already someone
                aren't you, Harry?

                              HARRY
                I don't really know how to answer
                that, sir.

                              SLUGHORN
                Your mother was modest too. Your
                father not so much. As you can
                see, he did not make the shelf.

      Slughorn smiles genially, turns back to his drink, using
      a pair of TONGS to drop ice into his glass.

                              HARRY
                Did Voldemort ever make the shelf,
                sir?

      Slughorn stiffens, his back to Harry. His hand trembles
      and the ice slips from the tongs. Harry notices.

                              HARRY
                You knew him, didn't you, sir?
                Tom Riddle. You were his teacher.

                              SLUGHORN
                Mr. Riddle had many teachers while
                here at Hogwarts.

                              HARRY
                What was he like?
                                                        (CONTINUED)

   64.
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      Harry can see the vein in Slughorn's temple pulsating.
      Fearing he may have overstepped...

                              HARRY
                I'm sorry, sir. Forgive me. He
                killed my parents, you see...

      Harry stops, frowns.   Slughorn turns, studies Harry.
      Nods.

                              SLUGHORN
                Of course. It's only natural that
                you should want to know more. I'm
                afraid I must disappoint you,
                Harry. When I first met young Mr.
                Riddle, he was simply a quiet,
                albeit brilliant, boy committed to
                becoming a first-rate wizard. Not
                unlike the others I've known. In
                fact, not unlike... you. If the
                monster existed, it was buried
                deep within.


      CLOSE ON THE HOURGLASS

      Nary a grain trickles through.


59    INT. GREAT HALL - MORNING                                     59

      Ron enters the Hall, eyes lowered, knuckles taped for
      Quidditch, flexing his fingers anxiously as he makes for
      the Gryffindor table. Neville passes going the other
      way.
                              NEVILLE
                Good luck, eh, Ron?

      Ron nods shortly, then Seamus comes up on his side,
      WHISPERS CONSPIRATORIALLY.

                              SEAMUS
                Counting on you, Ron. I've two
                Galleons on Gryffindor.

      As Seamus peels off, Ron cuts his eyes toward the
      Slytherin table, where the Quidditch team sits together.
      One Slytherin juts his chin toward Ron, MUTTERS
      something. A few turn, snigger. Ron averts his eyes
      and... almost runs into Cormac, who eyes him with disdain
      as he passes. Frowning, Ron drops down opposite Harry
      and Hermione. Harry eyes him briefly, knowingly, pushes
      a plate across. Ron takes a fork, pokes at it glumly.

                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                                RON
                 So.   How was it?

       Hermione continues to read the Prophet, unaware of Ron's
       mood.

                                 HERMIONE
                 How was what?

                               RON
                      (with mock
                       refinement)
                 Your dinner party.

                               HERMIONE
                 Dead boring. Though I think Harry
                 enjoyed dessert.




                                                        (CONTINUED)

  65.
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      Harry's eyes shift, find Hermione smiling faintly from
      behind the Prophet.

                              HERMIONE
                Ol' Sluggy's having a Christmas
                do, you know. And we're meant to
                bring someone...

                               RON
                I expect you'll be going with
                McLaggen. Isn't he a member of
                the Slug Club?

                              HERMIONE
                Actually, I was going to ask you.

                              RON
                Really?

                              HERMIONE
                Really. But seeing as you have
                such a distaste for the idea --

                              LAVENDER BROWN
                     (passing by)
                Good luck today, Ron! I know
                you'll be brilliant!

      Ron smiles feebly, looks back down at his plate.
      Hermione stares daggers.

                              RON
                I'm resigning. After today's
                match. McLaggen can have my spot.

      Hearing this, Hermione turns back. Harry catches her
      eye, extends a SHAKING HAND to indicate Ron's mental
      state.

                              HARRY
                Have it your way. Juice?

      Hermione blinks, surprised by Harry's callousness.    Ron
      is surprised as well -- and mildly put out.

                              RON
                Sure...

      As Harry pours, Luna arrives at the table wearing a HAT
      that bears an uncanny resemblance to a real lion.

                               LUNA
                Hello, everyone. You look
                dreadful, Ron.

                                                         (CONTINUED)

     HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07       65A.
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       Ron nods grimly, lifts his glass.   Luna turns to Harry.




                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              LUNA
                Is that why you just put something
                in his cup. Is it a tonic?

      The tiny vial of Felix Felicis glints in Harry's palm.

                              HERMIONE
                Don't drink that, Ron!

      But Ron's frozen in mid-sip, looking at Harry's palm too.
      Quickly, he gulps down the rest.

                              HERMIONE
                You could be expelled for that.

                              HARRY
                Dunno what you're talking about.
      Harry pockets the vial, winks at Luna.   Ron rises.

                                RON
                C'mon, Harry.    We've got a game to
                win.


      CLOSEUP - QUAFFLE

      As it ROCKETS into the AIR...


60    EXT. QUIDDITCH PITCH - DAY                                  60

      Instantly, Slytherin snatches the Quaffle and rushes en
      masse toward Gryffindor's end, weaving and passing with
      wicked skill, culminating in a vicious, slicing shot on
      goal. Just when it appears it will clear the hoop, Ron
      streaks out of nowhere and sends the Quaffle screaming in
      the opposite direction. Ginny pauses on her broom,
      stunned.

                              GINNY
                What's gotten into him?

      She glances up at Harry, circling high above and he
      grins. Just then, Dean streaks by:

                                DEAN
                Ginny!    Let's go!

      Instantly, she rolls backward, jets off and races down
      her fellow Chasers. Flying in spread formation, Dean --
      on the far wing -- starts the Quaffle "up the line" until
      it lands in Ginny's hand.


                                                        (CONTINUED)

     HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07       67.
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      Pitching herself into a wide slide to avoid a PAIR of
      WHISTLING BLUDGERS, she leans recklessly off her broom
      and whips the Quaffle through the goal untouched.

      As the CROWD SCREAMS, Harry eyes the Gryffindor section,
      where Luna's LION HAT ROARS, Lavender CLAPS for Ron and
      Hermione sits with her arms crossed, a look of supreme
      annoyance on her face. Harry grins, jets off.


61    INT. GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM - NIGHT                         61

      The room teems with students celebrating Gryffindor's
      victory. It feels like Mardi Gras. Or a mosh pit. Or a
      riot. And Ron is right smack in the middle of it.

                               CROWD
                Weasley!   Weasley! Weasley!
      Harry takes his backslaps on the periphery, smiling as he
      sips a Butterbeer and enjoys Ron's turn in the spotlight.

                              HERMIONE
                Ron seems to be enjoying himself.

                               HARRY
                Yep.   Apparently it's his lucky
                day.

                              HERMIONE
                You shouldn't have done it, Harry.

                              HARRY
                Yeah. I suppose I could've just
                used, I dunno... a Confundus
                charm?
                              HERMIONE
                     (caught)
                That was different. It was
                tryouts. This was an actual
                match --

      She stops. Harry dangles the vial.    The SEALING WAX is
      UNBROKEN, the bottle full.

                              HERMIONE
                You didn't put it in?
                     (as he shakes his
                      head)
                Ron only thought you did?

      He nods. She POPS him playfully on the arm when WHISTLES
      and CATCALLS rise. They turn to see what the commotion
      is about and find, smack dab in the center of the room...
                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      Ron and Lavender. In a clinch. Kissing. Harry stares,
      blinks, then turns back... to no one. His eyes shift,
      track Hermione as she bumps through the crowd toward the
      portrait hole.


62    EXT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT (SECONDS LATER)                       62

      Harry leaves the ROAR of the party for the QUIET of the
      corridor. Ahead, a door stands ajar. CHIRPING can be
      heard.


63    INT. CHAMBER - SAME TIME - NIGHT                            63

      Hermione sits atop a desk, a small ring of TWITTERING
      BIRDS circling her head. The birds change color as they
      orbit, from sunny yellow to a dark, angry scarlet.

                                HERMIONE
                Charms spell.    Just practicing.

                               HARRY
                Ah.   Well... they're really good.

                              HERMIONE
                     (studying her wand)
                How does it feel, Harry? When you
                see Dean with Ginny?
                     (off his look)
                I know, Harry. You're my best
                friend. I see how you look at
                her.

      Just then the DOOR BURSTS WIDE and Ron rushes in, pulling
      a GIGGLING Lavender by the hand. They stop. Take
      inventory.

                               LAVENDER BROWN
                Oops.   I think this room's taken.

      As Lavender pulls Ron out, he cuts his VOICE LOW to
      Harry.

                              RON
                What's with the birds?

      Before Harry can reply, Hermione rises, points her wand.

                                HERMIONE
                Oppugno!
      Instantly the birds race like angry red bullets toward
      Ron, who flees, SLAMMING SHUT the door.

                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      As the birds hit the door, they EXPLODE SOFTLY into small
      FEATHER CLOUDS and Hermione covers her face and SOBS.
      Harry goes to her, hesitates, then tentatively drapes his
      arm over her. As she turns her face into his chest, he
      pulls her closer, watching as, across the room, the last
      scarlet feather drifts to the floor, joining the pool
      already there.

                              HARRY
                It feels like this.


64    EXT. CASTLE - WINDOW - SAME TIME - NIGHT                    64

      THROUGH the icy window, we see Harry cradling Hermione
      within. As CAMERA DRIFTS AWAY, RISING THROUGH the
      FALLING SNOW, the VIEW EXPANDS. In the Common Room, the
      party rages on, while three windows down, Lavender pulls
      Ron into a kiss. Figures pass by windows, including one
      tall, pale boy standing at a WINDOW on the SEVENTH FLOOR:
      Malfoy. As he turns away, the castle slides FROM VIEW
      and the CAMERA TILTS UP TO the sky, drifting with snow.


65    INT. CORRIDOR - DAY                                         65

      Tinsel decks the banisters and mistletoe droops from the
      ceiling. As Ron and Harry make their way down the
      crowded corridor, passing the BIRDCAGE, Ron walks with a
      new air of confidence, not exactly strutting, but close.

                              RON
                Look, I can't help it if she's got
                her knickers in a twist. What Lav
                and I have -- well, let's just say
                there was no stopping it. It's
                chemical. Will it last? Who
                knows? Point is, I'm a free
                agent.


66    INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT                                        66

      Harry trails Hermione through the stacks.

                              HERMIONE
                He's at perfect liberty to kiss
                whomever he likes. I really
                couldn't care less. Was I under
                the impression that he and I would
                be attending Slughorn's Christmas
                party together? Yes. Of course,
                now, given the circumstances, I've
                had to make other arrangements.

                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              HARRY
                Have you?

                              HERMIONE
                Yes.   Why?

                              HARRY
                I just thought, you know, since
                neither one of us can take who
                we'd really like... maybe we'd go
                together. As friends.

                              HERMIONE
                     (stopping)
                Why didn't I think of that?

                              HARRY
                So who are you taking?

                              HERMIONE
                     (evasively)
                Um... it's a surprise. Besides,
                it's you we need to worry about.
                And you can't pick just anyone.
                See that girl over there. That's
                Romilda Vane. Rumor has it she's
                trying to slip you a love potion.

                              HARRY
                Really...?

      Harry considers a fine-boned GIRL with RAVEN HAIR
      (ROMILDA VANE). She is exquisite, an absolute work of...

                              HERMIONE
                     (snapping fingers)
                Hey! She's only interested in you
                because she thinks you're the
                Chosen One. You know that, right?

                              HARRY
                But I am the Chosen One.

      Hermione cocks her head at him, exasperated.

                              HARRY
                Okay. Kidding. I'll just ask
                someone I like. Someone cool.

   71.


67    INT. STAIRCASE/CORRIDOR - NIGHT                                67

      Luna Lovegood, decked out in a set of SPANGLED SILVER
      ROBES, and Harry, in basic black, make their way toward
      the STRAINS of CHRISTMAS MUSIC, RED LANTERNS lighting
      their way.

                              LUNA
                I've never been to this part of
                the castle. At least not while
                awake. I sleepwalk, you see.
                It's why I wear shoes to bed.

      As Harry and Luna pass out of sight, we PICK UP Malfoy,
      standing in the shadows of an alcove. He watches them
      go, then moves off.

68    INT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - ANOTHER CORRIDOR - SAME TIME -          68
      NIGHT

      In the f.g., the BIRDCAGE glimmers dully in the gray
      moonlight streaming through a window. Within, the TWO
      BIRDS huddle quietly. We RACK FOCUS and see, THROUGH the
      grid of wire, a FIGURE APPROACHING.

      Draco moves down the corridor, eyes fixed oddly ahead.
      He looks pale in the moonlight. In his fist he grips an
      APPLE. As he passes the cage, we HOLD ON the BIRDS.


69    INT. SEVENTH FLOOR CORRIDOR - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER)            69

      Draco approaches.   Stops.   Turns to the wall.   Closes his
      eyes.

70    INT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT - NIGHT (SECONDS LATER)               70

      CAMERA GLIDES PAST dozens of TOWERING SHELVES, dust-
      strewn and listing like dominoes, cluttered with all
      matter of strange OBJECTS. Draco appears, his legs
      pushing him on, wending his way through the narrow
      passages.


      NEW ANGLE - BEHIND LARGE RECTANGULAR MASS

      We RISE ABOVE it, watch Draco walk directly TOWARD us and
      stop. He stares at the solid mass before him. Reaches
      out and takes the fringe of the tapestry covering it.
      Tugs. The tapestry shivers like water to the floor,
      revealing...

      A CABINET, identical to the one in Borgin & Burkes.
                                                         (CONTINUED)

  72.
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      Draco runs a hand over the glossy finish, comes away with
      DUST upon his fingertips. Glancing around, he spies a
      BUST of a WOMAN wearing a TIARA, removes the SILK SCARF
      hanging from her porcelain neck and gently wipes the dust
      away from the cabinet. Bringing the apple up, he opens
      the cabinet and places it within. Shuts it. Closing his
      eyes, he MUTTERS a LOW INCANTATION, barely discernible.

      He reaches out. Opens it. The apple is gone. He closes
      the cabinet again. Waits. Longer this time. Finally,
      he opens it. Removes the apple. Rotates it.

      Someone has taken a BITE out of it.


71    INT. SLUGHORN'S OFFICE - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER)               71
      FLASH! A CAMERA POPS, reveals Harry smiling with
      Slughorn before a PHOTOGRAPHER (ADRIAN). The ceiling and
      walls are draped with HANGINGS of emerald, crimson and
      gold, so the room feels like a tent... or the inside of a
      gift box. It is LOUD and packed with people.

                              SLUGHORN
                Thank you, Adrian!
                     (quietly to Harry)
                One of mine. Class of `78. I had
                hoped for more out of him, but at
                least the pictures are in focus.
                     (suddenly)
                Oh my! Excuse me, Harry. I must
                greet the new Minister of Magical
                Transportation. Class of `67.
                     (as he goes)
                Mingle, m'boy! Mingle! We're all
                friends here. And we run the
                world.

      Harry watches Slughorn make a beeline across the room,
      along the way nodding to the twins, who have apparently
      come with each other.

                              VOICE (O.S.)
                Drink?

      Harry turns, finds Neville standing with a tray.

                              HARRY
                Neville...?

                              NEVILLE
                I didn't make the cut for the Slug
                Club. It's okay. He's got Belby
                handing out towels in the loo.

                                                         (CONTINUED)

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      As Neville turns away, Harry notices a pair of GIRL'S
      FEET protruding from beneath a CRIMSON HANGING. His gaze
      rises, finds Hermione peeking out. As he moves off, we
      see Luna talking to a small, stout bespectacled man
      (ELDRED WORPLE).

                              ELDRED WORPLE
                Lovegood, did you say? I once
                encountered a seriously unbalanced
                man by that name at a book
                signing. Claimed to run a
                magazine...


      NEW ANGLE - HERMIONE - BEHIND THE HANGING - SECONDS LATER

                              HARRY (O.S.)
                What're you doing?

      Hermione YELPS, turns, pulls Harry behind the hanging.
      Her hair is slightly askew, her lipstick a bit blurry.

                              HARRY
                And what's happened to you?

                              HERMIONE
                Hm? Oh, I've just escaped -- I
                mean, left Cormac. Under the
                mistletoe.

                               HARRY
                Cormac!   That's who you invited!
                              HERMIONE
                I thought it would annoy Ron most.
                But he's a menace. He's got more
                tentacles than a Snarfalump plant.

                                 WAITER (O.S.)
                Dragon tartar?

      They turn, find a WAITER peeking in, tray in hand.

                                 HERMIONE
                No thank you.

                              WAITER
                Just as well. They give one
                horribly bad breath.

                              HERMIONE
                     (grabbing the tray)
                On second thought -- maybe it'll
                keep Cormac at bay. Oh no, here
                he comes!
                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      Hermione pops two of the Dragon blobs into her mouth,
      shoves the tray in Harry's hand and flits away.


      NEW ANGLE - PARTY - SAME TIME

      Snape, looking bored, stands on the periphery of a
      conversation, when he sees Hermione exit one side of the
      hanging and Cormac enter the other.


      NEW ANGLE - BEHIND THE HANGING - SAME TIME

                              HARRY
                I think she went to powder her
                nose.
      Harry looks past Cormac's shoulder, out past the hanging
      and sees Slughorn laughing with a guest. Cormac plucks a
      dragon blob off the tray in Harry's hand, pops it.

                              CORMAC
                Slippery little minx, your friend.
                Likes to work her mouth too,
                doesn't she? Yak yak yak. What
                is this I'm eating, by the way?

                                HARRY
                Dragon balls.

      As Cormac's face freezes, Harry starts to head toward
      Slughorn when the HANGING IS SWEAP ASIDE: Snape.

                              SNAPE
                What's going on back here?
      Cormac SPEWS raw dragon all over Snape's shoes.   Snape
      surveys the damage, then his eyes rise darkly.

                              SNAPE
                You've just bought yourself a
                month's detention, McLaggen.

      McLaggen dashes off.   Harry makes to follow.

                              SNAPE
                Not so quick, Potter.

                              HARRY
                I think I should rejoin the party,
                sir. My date...

                              SNAPE
                ... can surely survive your
                absence for another minute or two.
                              (MORE)
                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                               SNAPE (CONT'D)
                 Besides, I only wish to convey a
                 message.

                                HARRY
                A message...?

                              SNAPE
                From Professor Dumbledore. He
                asked that I give you his best and
                that he hopes you enjoy your
                holiday. You see, he's traveling
                and won't return until term
                resumes.

                               HARRY
                Traveling?   Where?
      Snape merely stares a Harry silently, briefly, then
      exits, taking Harry's gaze with him, to Slughorn once
      again, wildly gesturing with a full glass of wine.

                              MALFOY (O.S.)
                Take your hands off me, you
                filthy squib!

      A frown overtakes Slughorn's face and he turns toward the
      source of the commotion, exits Harry's view. Harry
      emerges from the hanging, finds Malfoy in Filch's rough
      grip.

                              FILCH
                Professor Slughorn, sir! I've
                just discovered this boy lurking
                in an upstairs corridor. He
                claims to have been invited to
                your party.
                              MALFOY
                Okay, okay, I was gate-crashing.
                Happy?

                              SNAPE
                I'll escort him out.

      Draco's eyes shift, regard Snape.    He shrugs free of
      Filch.

                              MALFOY
                Certainly... Professor.


72    EXT. DARK CORRIDOR - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER)                     72

      CAMERA GLIDES in the DARKNESS.    VOICES are HEARD.

                                                        (CONTINUED)

   76.
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                              MALFOY (O.S.)
                Maybe I did hex that Bell girl.
                Maybe I didn't. What's it to you?
      Two SILHOUETTES come INTO VIEW -- Malfoy, slumped against
      the wall in lazy insolence, and Snape.

                              SNAPE
                I swore to protect you.   I made
                the Unbreakable Vow --
                              MALFOY
                I don't need protection. I was
                chosen for this! Out of all
                others. Me! And I won't fail
                him.
                              SNAPE
                You're afraid, Draco. You attempt
                to conceal it, but it's obvious.
                Let me assist you --
                             MALFOY
                No! I was chosen. This is my
                moment!
      Malfoy exits.   Then Snape.


      WIDER ANGLE

      Harry is revealed in an adjacent alcove.     He's heard all.
      A TRAIN is HEARD...


73    EXT. HOGWARTS EXPRESS - MOVING - DAY                           73
      The Hogwarts Express CHUGS through a SNOWY COUNTRYSIDE.


74    INT. HOGWARTS EXPRESS - MOVING - DAY                           74

      Ron lies on his back, while Harry sits opposite, leafing
      through the Half-Blood Prince's potions book.

                              RON
                Unbreakable Vow. You're sure
                that's what Snape said.

                               HARRY
                Positive.   Why?

                              RON
                It's just, well, you can't break
                an Unbreakable Vow.
                                                         (CONTINUED)

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                              HARRY
                I'd worked that much out for
                myself, funnily enough.

                               RON
                No, you don't understand -- Oh,
                bloody hell...

      Lavender stands outside the compartment door. Fogging
      the glass with her breath, she ETCHES "Ron + Lav,"
      encircles it with a HEART, mimes "I miss you," and exits
      with a pout.

                              HARRY
                Lovely.

                              RON
                All she wants to do is snog me.
                My lips are getting chapped.
                Look.

                              HARRY
                I'll take your word for it.

      Just then, Hermione passes by, breaks stride as she spots
      Lavender's handiwork, then continues on. Ron shakes his
      head.

                              HARRY
                So what happens? If you break an
                Unbreakable Vow?

      Ron glowers, watching as Lavender's heart slowly
      VANISHES.

                              RON
                You die.


75    INT. WEASLEY HOUSE - SAME TIME - NIGHT                       75

      The house glows with light and HOLIDAY MUSIC rings from
      the WIRELESS. Fred and George fill cups with STEAMING
      NOG and Mrs. Weasley and Ginny ferry plates of food.

                              MRS. WEASLEY
                Eat up, eat up, everyone! There's
                more to come!

      Harry sits in deep conversation with LUPIN, TONKS, and
      MR. WEASLEY. Ron sits by silently. Lupin looks haggard.




                                                         (CONTINUED)

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                              HARRY
                Draco's plotting something, I know
                it, something to do with
                Voldemort. He's been given a task
                or a mission -- and Snape was
                offering to help.

                               LUPIN
                Voldemort has chosen Draco Malfoy
                for a mission?

                              HARRY
                I know it sounds mad --

                              LUPIN
                Has it occurred to you, Harry,
                that Snape was simply pretending
                to offer Draco help so that he
                could find out what he's up to?

                              HARRY
                That's not what it sounded like.

                              TONKS
                Perhaps Harry's right, Remus. To
                make an Unbreakable Vow, after
                all --

                              LUPIN
                It comes down to whether or not
                you trust Dumbledore's judgement.
                He trusts Snape. Therefore, I do.

                              HARRY
                But Dumbledore can make mistakes.
                He's said it himself --
                              LUPIN
                You're blinded by hatred.

                              HARRY
                I'm not --

                              LUPIN
                     (sharply)
                You are! People are disappearing,
                Harry. Daily. We can only put
                our trust in a handful of people.
                If we start fighting amongst
                ourselves, we're doomed.

      Tonks gives Harry a furtive glance, as if to say, "Leave
      it."


                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                                 GINNY
                 Open up, you.

       Harry turns, finds Ginny, holding something in her
       fingers.

                               GINNY
                 Don't trust me?

       He obliges and she pops a SMALL TART in his mouth.

                                 HARRY
                 It's good.




                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                                GINNY
                `Course `tis.    Made them myself.

      She smiles at him, hooks her ginger hair over one ear and
      Ron plops down between them. Big brother to the rescue.


76    EXT. REEDS (SURROUNDING BURROW) - NIGHT (LATER)             76

      Within the reeds. An eerie POV. TRACKING Harry and Mr.
      Weasley as they walk from the house to the adjacent
      WORKSHOP.


77    INT. MR. WEASLEY'S WORKSHOP - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER)         77

      Harry trails Mr. Weasley through his cluttered workshop,
      which is chock-a-block with MUGGLE OBJECTS: Steam irons.
      Toasters. Clock radios. Plugs. Lots of plugs. The
      PARTY can still be heard, drifting faintly from the main
      house.

                              MR. WEASLEY
                You'll have to forgive Remus. It
                takes its toll -- his condition.

                              HARRY
                     (studying him)
                Are you alright, Mr. Weasley?

      Arthur tries a smile, but it fades.   He frowns, pained.

                              MR. WEASLEY
                We're being followed, all of us.
                Molly doesn't leave the house most
                days. It's not been easy.
                              HARRY
                     (a nod, then)
                Did you get my owl?

                              MR. WEASLEY
                Yes, but I thought it best if I
                replied in person. If
                Dumbledore's traveling, it's news
                to the Ministry. But perhaps
                that's the way Dumbledore wants
                it. As for Draco Malfoy -- I know
                a bit more.

                                HARRY
                Go on.



                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              MR. WEASLEY
                I sent an agent to Borgin &
                Burkes. From what you describe, I
                think what you and Ron saw at the
                end of the summer -- the object
                that Draco seemed so interested in
                -- was a Vanishing Cabinet.

                              HARRY
                A Vanishing Cabinet?

                              MR. WEASLEY
                They were all the rage when
                Voldemort first rose to power.
                You can imagine the appeal.
                Should the Death Eaters come
                calling, one needed only slip
                inside and disappear for an hour
                or two. But they're tricky
                contraptions. Require a
                tremendous amount of looking
                after. Eventually they fell out
                of favor.

                              HARRY
                What happened to it?   The one at
                Borgin & Burkes?

                               MR. WEASLEY
                Nothing.   It's still there.

      Harry nods, pondering this.

                              MR. WEASLEY
                Harry. You know, I went through
                all this before -- the last time
                around. Times like these -- dark
                times -- do funny things to
                people. It can bring them
                together and it can tear them
                apart. Things... speed up. It's
                what happens when you don't know
                if today will be your last.


78    EXT. REEDS (SURROUNDING BURROW) - NIGHT (LATER)             78

      Similar eerie POV. On the porch, Molly and Arthur,
      looking middle-aged and fragile, say goodbye to Lupin and
      Tonks.

   81.


79    EXT. PORCH - SAME TIME - NIGHT                                79

      While the others TALK, Lupin stands a bit off to the
      side, staring into the reeds. His nostrils flair subtly.

                              TONKS
                It was delicious, Molly.    Really.

                              MRS. WEASLEY
                You're sure you won't stay?

                              TONKS
                No, we should go.
                     (under her breath)
                The first night of the cycle is
                always the worst --
      Tonks gestures vaguely to the moon.    Arthur glances at
      Lupin.


      ARTHUR'S POV - LUPIN'S HAND

      ... as the HAIRS on the knuckles RISE.


      BACK TO SCENE

                              MRS. WEASLEY
                Remus...?


80    INT. WEASLEY HOUSE - SECOND FLOOR - SAME TIME - NIGHT         80

      Harry peers through the ripples of an imperfect
      windowpane, studying the others below. A FLOORBOARD
      CREAKS. He turns, watches Ginny emerge into the light,
      in a robe, twisting her wet hair in a towel.

                              GINNY
                Everyone gone to bed?

                              HARRY
                Soon.

                              GINNY
                I don't sleep these days. So I
                wash my hair. Silly, right?

      Harry just stares at her, the air prickling with silence.
      Ginny eyes him knowingly.

                              GINNY
                Happy Christmas, Harry.

   82.


81    EXT. PORCH - SAME TIME - NIGHT                                81

      Lupin continues to peer into the reeds.   His PUPILS
      CONTRACT.

                                TONKS
                Sweetheart...

                              LUPIN
                There's someone out there. I can
                smell him. There's more than
                one --

      Suddenly -- throughout the reeds -- TORCHES BLAZE.


82    INT. WEASLEY HOUSE - SECOND FLOOR - SAME TIME - NIGHT         82
      The rippled window behind Harry blushes with light.
      Ginny's eyes shift from Harry to the trees beyond.

                                GINNY
                Oh my god...

      Harry turns, his BREATH FOGGING the WINDOWPANE as, far
      below, FLAMES SNAKE out of the reeds and SLITHER toward
      the house. Bellatrix emerges, peering up through the
      darkness toward Harry's SILHOUETTE, a mad grin on her
      face. As she SHRIEKS EERILY, his eyes flash with hatred.


83    EXT. WEASLEY HOUSE - PORCH - SAME TIME - NIGHT                83

      Harry bursts through the front door, wand drawn, pelts
      toward Bellatrix. She grins, turns, and vanishes into
      the reeds.
                                MR. WEASLEY
                Harry, no!

      Flames race up the porch steps, climb the walls of the
      house. Lupin draws his wand and races after Harry.

                                TONKS
                Remus!

      Ron, Fred and George appear, join Arthur as he dashes
      toward the smoking marsh. Arthur glances back as Ginny
      emerges.

                              MR. WEASLEY
                Ginny, stay with your mother!

      Without hesitation, she races for the reeds.

   83.


84    EXT. REEDS (SURROUNDING BURROW) - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER)       84

      Harry careens through the marsh, reeds flashing past,
      then spies Bellatrix. She GRINS, looking like a crazed
      wood nymph, then flits off, her LAUGHTER mocking him. As
      he pursues, FIRE SNAKES through the reeds toward him.


      NEW ANGLE

      Fred, George, Ron and Arthur fan out, running full-out,
      their feet kicking up SPARKS as SHADOWS splinter
      throughout the reeds. It's like chasing ghosts.


      NEW ANGLES
      Ginny, copper hair gleaming, races through the reeds.

      Bellatrix leads Harry on, grinning madly.

      Ginny comes dashing to a halt, chest heaving as she peers
      into the smoking marsh. A HUGE FIGURE QUIVERS through a
      veil of smoke. Ginny's eyes SHIFT, see Bellatrix racing
      forward through the reeds, then SHIFT back as the veil of
      smoke evaporates, reveals... Greyback. Bellatrix makes
      an ODD, CLICKING noise -- like a signal -- and Greyback
      edges forward, sweeping away the reeds in front of him
      and revealing...

      ... Harry as he pelts forward.

                                  GINNY
                   No, Harry!   It's a trap!
      Harry falters, looking toward Ginny's voice and spies
      Greyback. Bellatrix stops dead, wheels in her tracks
      and, seeing Ginny, SHRIEKS with RAGE. Raising her wand,
      she fires a BOLT of RED LIGHT which explodes in a SHOWER
      of SPARKS around Ginny. Ginny fires back, then wheels
      away, flashing through the reeds and coming face to face
      with...

      Greyback, sharp teeth glittering.

                                 GREYBACK
                   Don't you smell clean.

      Just then, a BOLT OF BLUE bursts off Greyback's back and
      he turns, sees Harry standing several yards off. As
      Greyback gives chase, Ginny pelts after and we CUT BACK
      AND FORTH BETWEEN Harry, Ginny and the beast between
      them, faster and faster, their BREATHS shortening
      until...

                                                        (CONTINUED)

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      Greyback rushes into a clearing, panting, glancing about.

      Just then, TWIN BOLTS of light blast from opposite sides
      of the clearing and Greyback is lifted in the air,
      slammed to the ground. As he regains his feet he looks
      into the reeds and sees Harry and Ginny, wands poised.
      He grins... when Bellatrix's odd, CLICKING signal carries
      through the night once again. Turning away, he exits.

      Harry and Ginny slowly step out of the reeds, stare at
      each other wordlessly. Then... Ron, Fred, George, Arthur
      and Lupin come thrashing into the clearing, stop. All
      around them, the reeds SMOKE, the flames dying. Across
      the marsh, Bellatrix's cackle rises briefly on the air --
      then all is quiet.

                              HERMIONE (V.O.)
                You're lucky you weren't killed.


85    INT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - CORRIDOR - SAME TIME - DAY           85

      Hermione reads the Daily Prophet as she walks alongside
      Harry. The HEADLINE is GLOOMY: "MORE DISAPPEARANCES."

                              HERMIONE
                You have to realize who you are,
                Harry.

                              HARRY
                     (sharply)
                I know who I am, Hermione,
                alright?
                     (frowning)
                Sorry.
                              HERMIONE
                So tell me what Arthur said.

                              HARRY
                If Dumbledore's traveling places,
                it's news to the Ministry. But
                get this: that night at Borgin &
                Burkes? It seems Draco was
                looking at a Vanishing Cabinet.

                              HERMIONE
                What would Draco want with a
                Vanishing Cabinet?

                               HARRY
                You tell me.

      Hermione frowns, pondering this.   Then:

                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                               HERMIONE
                 He looks different, don't you
                 think? Draco. Almost... ill.

                               HARRY
                 Who could tell the difference?




                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                               RON (O.S.)
                Lav, c'mon.   Of course I'll wear
                it.

      They glance ahead, see Ron and a pouting Lavender. Ron
      holds a GOLD CHAIN which spells out "My Sweetheart."

                              LAVENDER BROWN
                That's my Won-Won.

                              HERMIONE
                Excuse me, I have to go vomit.

      As Hermione exits, Harry spies Ginny, in an alcove,
      sitting by as Dean laughs with SEAMUS. Looking up, she
      sees Harry, gives a feeble wave. He waves back and we --
                                                          CUT TO:


86    INT. DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE - NIGHT                              86

      HARRY'S FACE PLUNGING INTO WATER, BREAKING THE SURFACE...


87    FLASHBACK - INT. SLUGHORN'S OFFICE - NIGHT (YEARS PAST)       87

      We emerge from the CRACKLING EMBERS of a FIREPLACE. A
      much younger -- and more smartly dressed Slughorn probes
      a dish of CRYSTALLIZED PINEAPPLE as he holds court before
      16-YEAR-OLD TOM RIDDLE and five other BOYS. The CRYSTAL
      HOURGLASS sits on a side table.

                              TOM RIDDLE
                Sir, is it true that Professor
                Merrythought is retiring?
      Slughorn chuckles, wags a sugar-encrusted finger at
      Riddle.

                               SLUGHORN
                Now, Tom, I couldn't tell you if I
                knew, could I? I must say, m'boy,
                I'd like to know where you get
                your information. More
                knowledgeable than half the staff,
                you are.
                      (as the other boys
                       laugh)
                By the way, thank you for the
                pineapple -- you're quite right,
                it is my favorite -- how is it you
                knew?


                                                        (CONTINUED)

   86.
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                              TOM RIDDLE
                Intuition.

      Riddle smiles but his expression suggests intuition had
      nothing to do with it. Slughorn chuckles uneasily.

                              SLUGHORN
                Good gracious, look at the time.
                Off you go, boys, or Professor
                Dippett will have us all in
                detention. Lestrange, Avery,
                don't forget your essays...

      As the others file out, Slughorn busies himself with some
      papers when -- Ping! -- he turns, finds Riddle still
      there, standing by the crystal hourglass.
                              SLUGHORN
                Look sharp, Tom. You don't want
                to be caught out of bed after
                hours...

                              TOM RIDDLE
                I know a secret shortcut or two.

                              SLUGHORN
                Yes, I imagine you do.   Something
                on your mind, Tom?

                              TOM RIDDLE
                Yes, sir. I couldn't think of
                anyone else to go to. The other
                professors, well, they're not like
                you. They might... misunderstand.

                              SLUGHORN
                Go on.

      Riddle slips off the RING on his left hand, begins to
      roll it between his fingers. It is set with a BLACK
      STONE.

                              TOM RIDDLE
                I was in the library the other
                night, in the Restricted section,
                and I read something rather odd,
                about a bit of rare magic, and I
                thought perhaps you could
                illuminate me...

      Suddenly, a DENSE FOG engulfs the room and SLUGHORN'S
      VOICE twists into an ANGRY SHRIEK:



                                                        (CONTINUED)

   87.
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                              SLUGHORN
                I don't know anything about such
                things and I wouldn't tell you if
                I did! Now get out of here at
                once and don't ever let me catch
                you mentioning it again!
      The FOG grows thicker and...


88    INT. DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE - NIGHT (PRESENT)                    88

      ... CAMERA EMERGES FROM the swirling Pensieve. Harry
      blinks, finds Dumbledore studying him from across the
      room.

                             DUMBLEDORE
                Confused? I would be surprised if
                you weren't.

                              HARRY
                I don't understand -- what
                happened?

                              DUMBLEDORE
                This is perhaps the most important
                memory I've collected. It's also
                a lie.
                     (off Harry's look)
                This memory has been tampered
                with. In this case by the person
                whose memory it is, our friend
                Professor Slughorn.

                              HARRY
                But why would he tamper with his
                own memory?

                              DUMBLEDORE
                I suspect he is ashamed of it.

                              HARRY
                Why?

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Why indeed.

      Dumbledore trails his withered fingers in the Pensieve.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                I asked you to get to know
                Professor Slughorn and you've done
                so.
                              (MORE)

                                                        (CONTINUED)

   88.
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                               DUMBLEDORE (CONT'D)
                 Now I want you to persuade him to
                 divulge his true memory. Any way
                 you can.

                              HARRY
                I don't know him that well, sir --

                              DUMBLEDORE
                You're the Chosen One, Harry. And
                Horace is, at heart, a decent man.
                Provide the proper circumstances
                and he will confess his sins.

      Dumbledore lifts his fingers from the Pensieve, studies
      them. They are, in this moment, iridescent, whole.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                This memory is everything, Harry.
                Without it, we are blind. Without
                it, we leave the fate of our world
                to chance. You have no choice.
                You must not fail.

      As Harry watches, the damp sheen enveloping Dumbledore's
      hand evaporates and once again his fingers decay.


89    INT./EXT. SLUGHORN'S CLASSROOM - DAY                          89

      As the CLASS BELL RINGS, a group of FIRST YEARS rise.

                              SLUGHORN
                Now don't forget to look over the
                chapter on antidotes. I'll be
                poisoning one of you next time we
                meet. I'm joking! Off you go!
                Don't forget your rattails, Miss
                Alys.

      As the tiny ones scurry out, Harry is revealed, waiting
      just outside the door. He enters. For a moment,
      Slughorn merely HUMS over his briefcase, unaware.
      Then...

                              SLUGHORN
                Ah! If it isn't the Prince of
                Potions himself! To what do I owe
                the pleasure?

                              HARRY
                Well, sir, I wondered if I might
                ask you something.

                              SLUGHORN
                Ask away, my dear boy, ask away!
                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              HARRY
                Well, you see, the other day I was
                in the Restricted Section -- in
                the library -- and I stumbled upon
                something rather odd while
                reading. Something about a bit of
                rare magic...

                             SLUGHORN
                Yes? And exactly what was this
                rare magic.

                              HARRY
                I'm not sure... That is, I don't
                recall the name... exactly. But
                it got me wondering... Are there
                some kinds of magic you're not
                allowed to teach?

      Slughorn looks up, eyes Harry carefully.

                              SLUGHORN
                I'm a Potions Professor, Harry.
                Perhaps your question would best
                be posed to Professor Snape.

                              HARRY
                Yes, well, we don't exactly see
                eye-to-eye, sir. What I mean to
                say is, he's not like you. He
                might... misunderstand.

      Recognition flickers in Slughorn's eyes.   A glint of
      fear.

                              SLUGHORN
                There can be no light without the
                dark. And so it is with magic.
                Myself, I have always strived to
                live within the light. I suggest
                you do the same.

      Slughorn gathers his briefcase, starts to exit.

                              HARRY
                Did you say the same to Tom
                Riddle, sir? When he came asking
                questions.

      Slughorn freezes in the doorway, then slowly turns.

                              SLUGHORN
                Dumbledore put you up to this.
                Didn't he? Didn't he!

                                                        (CONTINUED)

    90.
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                                HARRY
                Sir --

      Slughorn silences him with an upraised hand.   Then,
      without another word, he is gone.


90    INT. CORRIDOR - DAY (MOMENTS LATER)                            90

      Lightning flashes. Thunder rumbles. Rain lashes the
      windows. Through the birdcage's grid of wires someone
      approaches. We RACK FOCUS... FIND Harry. As he passes,
      we HOLD ON the cage. One bird is missing. Only the
      BLACK one remains. As thunder BOOMS, the bird RUFFLES
      its feathers.

      Harry glances down the corridor adjacent, sees a FIGURE
      start up the far stairwell. As the SHADOW ASCENDS, Harry
      follows.


91    INT. CORRIDOR - SAME TIME - DAY                                91

      The FIGURE continues on, passes OUT OF VIEW.   Harry
      follows.


92    INT. CORRIDOR - SAME TIME - DAY                                92

      Harry, still trailing.    The FIGURE turns a corner...


93    INT. SEVENTH FLOOR CORRIDOR                                    93

      ... comes INTO VIEW. It's Draco. He stops halfway down,
      looks back the way he came. HARRY'S SHADOW scales the
      wall as he approaches. Draco watches calmly, then turns,
      CLOSES HIS EYES. And simply... DISAPPEARS.

      Harry turns the corner.    Stops.   No one.


94    INT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT - DAY (SECONDS LATER)                 94

      Draco wends his way through the towering shelves, removes
      the tapestry and faces the gleaming cabinet. He reaches
      into his coat and carefully removes the WHITE BIRD.
      Holding it in one hand, he studies it, gently stroking
      its feathers with the other. For a moment, he seems lost
      in the activity, lost in the bird's coal black eyes, its
      bobbing head. Then, gently, he places it in the cabinet
      and closes the door. Waits.

      When he opens the cabinet, the bird is gone.   He closes
      the cabinet once more.
                                                        (CONTINUED)

   91.
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      A feather, white and gleaming, clings to the cuff of his
      jacket. He takes it, turns it in the light. It is
      fragile, translucent. He looks briefly lost again, then
      blinks, turns back to the cabinet, slowly reaches out and
      opens it. The bird is there.

      Dead.


95    INT. COMMON ROOM - NIGHT                                      95

      Hermione does her homework while Harry peers at the
      Marauder's Map. They are the only ones present.

                              HERMIONE
                Did you actually expect you could
                just walk up to Ol' Sluggy and ask
                him to reveal his deepest, darkest
                secret? Honestly, Harry,
                sometimes I think the Daily
                Prophet should call you the Dim
                One.

                                 HARRY
                Nice.

                              HERMIONE
                     (rising to go)
                You're going to have to persuade
                him somehow. And now, I'm afraid,
                you've made it a lot harder.

                              HARRY
                Hermione. I think Malfoy's
                leaving the castle.
      Hermione stops dead, looks back at Harry.    He nods.

                              HARRY
                I've seen it. Sometimes...
                sometimes he just disappears off
                the Map.

                              HERMIONE
                That's... not possible. No one
                can leave the castle these days.
                The Map is wrong.

                              HARRY
                The Map is never wrong.

      Hermione frowns, thinking, then shakes her head, turns
      away.

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96    INT. BOYS' DORMITORY (GRYFFINDOR TOWER) - NIGHT (LATER)     96

      Harry slumps into the darkened dormitory. Stops. On the
      floor, glittering in the moonlight, is a trail of CANDY
      FOILS. A bit further along, Ron sits in his PJ's upon
      the window sill, a HEART-SHAPED BOX by his side.

                                RON
                  It's beautiful, isn't it?   The
                  moon.

                                HARRY
                  Divine. Had ourselves a little
                  late-night snack, did we?

                                RON
                  It was on your bed. The box.
                  Thought I'd try one...

                                  HARRY
                  Or twenty.

                                RON
                  I can't stop thinking about her,
                  Harry.

                                HARRY
                  Really? Honestly, I reckoned she
                  was starting to annoy you.

                                RON
                  She could never annoy me. I
                  think... I think I love her.

                                  HARRY
                  Excuse me?
      Ron nods.   Harry looks bewildered.

                                HARRY
                  Well... Brilliant.

                                RON
                  Do you think she knows I exist?

                                HARRY
                  Bloody well hope so. She's been
                  snogging you for three months.

                                  RON
                  Snogging?    Who're you talking
                  about?

                                HARRY
                  Who're you talking about?
                                                        (CONTINUED)

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                              RON
                Romilda, of course.    Romilda Vane.

      Harry stares at Ron... then grins.

                               HARRY
                Okay.   Very funny.

      He turns to his bed, throws back the covers when... the
      heart-shaped box caroms off his head.

                              HARRY
                What the hell was that for?
                                 RON
                It's no joke!     I'm in love with
                her!
                             HARRY
                Okay! Fine! You're in love with
                her! Have you ever actually met
                her!

                               RON
                No.   Can you introduce me?

      Harry stops rubbing his head, eyes Ron oddly, then
      glances at the candy box at his feet. There is an
      envelope. Taking it, he slides out a card: "Dear Harry.
      Thinking sweet thoughts of you. Happy Valentine's Day.
      Romilda." He suppresses a smile.

                              HARRY
                Ron, these chocolates, they're --
                C'mon. I'm going to introduce you
                to Romilda Vane.

97    INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER)                        97

      Harry leads Ron, still in his PJs, toward a door.

                                 RON
                How do I look?

                              HARRY
                Devastatingly handsome.

      Harry RAPS on the door.    FOOTSTEPS -- followed by a LOUD
      CRASH.

                                 SLUGHORN (O.S.)
                Damn it all!


                                                        (CONTINUED)

  94.
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      The door OPENS. Slughorn stands in a GREEN VELVET
      DRESSING GOWN and matching NIGHTCAP, looking bleary-eyed
      and annoyed. Something SMOKES on the floor behind him --
      the FLOOR LAMP he'd sent wobbling the night of the dinner
      party.

                              SLUGHORN
                Yes???!!!!
                     (warily)
                Oh. Potter. It's you. I'm
                afraid I'm busy at the moment --

      He starts to close the door.   Harry sticks his foot in.

                              HARRY
                Sir. I'm sorry. I wouldn't
                bother you if it weren't
                absolutely --

                              RON
                Where's Romilda?

      Slughorn squints over Harry's shoulder at Ron who is
      doing precisely the same from the other side.

                              SLUGHORN
                What's the matter with Wenby?

      Harry leans forward, WHISPERS into Slughorn's ear.   He
      frowns.

                               SLUGHORN
                Ah.   Very well. Bring him in.


98    INT. SLUGHORN'S OFFICE - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER)               98
      Slughorn, with practiced ease, mixes a concoction of
      powders and potions into a goblet while Ron peers into a
      mirror. As he paces, Harry passes "the shelf" and finds,
      front and center, a PHOTOGRAPH of himself and Slughorn --
      the one taken at the Christmas party. In deep b.g. is
      photograph of Snape, as a young student, clutching his
      POTIONS TEXTBOOK.

                              SLUGHORN
                I'd have thought you could whip up
                a remedy for this in no time,
                Harry -- an expert potioneer like
                you.

                              HARRY
                I figured this called for a more
                practiced hand, sir.

                                                        (CONTINUED)

  95.
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                              RON
                Hello, darling. Fancy a drink?

      Slughorn and Harry turn, watch Ron WINK into the mirror.

                               SLUGHORN
                Hm.   Perhaps you're right.

      As Slughorn goes back to mixing, Harry eyes him
      furtively.

                              HARRY
                I'm sorry, sir. About the other
                day. Our... misunderstanding.

      Slughorn eyes Harry briefly, looks away.
                              SLUGHORN
                Yes, well, water under the bridge
                as they say, correct?

                              HARRY
                I mean, I'm sure you're tired of
                it, after all these years. The
                questions. About... Voldemort.

      Slughorn's mixing hand falters instantly.

                              SLUGHORN
                I'll ask you not to use that name.

      Slughorn's stare is fierce. Finally, he turns, goblet in
      hand, and puts a smile on his face, his voice cheery.

                              HARRY
                Yes, sir. It's just, well,
                Dumbledore once said that fear of
                a name only increases fear of the
                thing itself. It seemed sensible.

                              SLUGHORN
                With all due respect, Dumbledore
                sometimes forgets that most of us
                do not possess powers so great
                that we can risk offending the
                most dangerous Dark Lord who ever
                lived.

      Slughorn's stare is fierce, as fierce as the one
      Dumbledore fixed Harry with. Finally, he turns away.

                              SLUGHORN
                Alright, m'boy! Bottoms up!


                                                        (CONTINUED)

     HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07      95A.
98     CONTINUED: (2)                                             98
                                RON
                 What's this?




                                                        (CONTINUED)

    96.
98    CONTINUED: (3)                                                 98
                              SLUGHORN
                A tonic for the nerves.

      Ron drinks.   Beams briefly.   Then his grin sags.

                              RON
                What happened to me?

                                 HARRY
                Love potion.

                              SLUGHORN
                And a bloody strong one at that.

                              RON
                I feel really... bad.
                              SLUGHORN
                Pick-me-up's what you need, m'boy.
                     (eying Harry again)
                Do us all good, I think. I've got
                butterbeer, wine -- ah -- and a
                dazzling oak-matured mead. I had
                other intentions for this but
                given the circumstances...

      Slughorn takes a STOUT BOTTLE and fills a glass for Ron.
      As Ron SIPS, Slughorn fills a pair for he and Harry.

                              SLUGHORN
                There we are, Potter. To life!

      CRASH! -- Ron's glass hits the floor and he crumples to
      his knees, then tumbles full out on the rug, SPASMING
      horribly, FOAM oozing over his lips. Harry rushes to
      him.
                                HARRY
                Ron!            Professor, help him!
                       Ron!!!
                              SLUGHORN
                I d-don't understand --

                               HARRY
                Professor!   Do something!!

      Slughorn shuffles haplessly through his bag, MUMBLING, at
      a loss. Harry turns back to Ron -- his skin is turning
      BLUE.

                                 HARRY
                He's choking!!



                                                           (CONTINUED)

    97.
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      Harry glances about, then leaps up, and frantically
      begins to strip the walls of its potion stores, looking
      for something, anything. A box tumbles, something
      spills: a scattering of stones, no bigger than a robin's
      egg, shriveled and dry. Snatching one, he wrenches open
      Ron's jaw and THRUSTS it deep into his THROAT. Instantly
      Ron stops moving, paralyzed. The room is suddenly
      silent. He's not breathing. Harry places both hands
      behind Ron's head and gives it a SHAKE. Another.

                             HARRY
                Breathe! C'mon, Ron, don't be a
                prat. Breathe! BREATHE!

      Harry shakes him again and again... then stops. Ron's
      head rolls limply from his fingers. Slughorn looks on,
      mouth agape. Useless. Then... A COUGH, a great
      hiccupping COUGH -- like a swimmer almost drowned -- and
      Ron is back. Breathing.

                              RON
                These girls are gonna kill me,
                Harry.

      Harry grins.    Then Ron's eyes flutter.    Out.   But
      breathing.


99    INT. HOSPITAL WING - EARLY MORNING (LATER)                     99

      Harry, Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, Ginny and a very
      somber Hermione circle Ron's bed as MADAM POMFREY
      ministers to him. Slughorn sits off to the side, in a
      chair, looking stunned.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                Quick thinking on your part,
                Harry. Using a Bezoar. You must
                be very proud of your student, eh,
                Horace?

                                 SLUGHORN
                Hm?    Oh.   Yes... very proud.

                              PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
                I think we all agree that Mr.
                Potter's actions were heroic. The
                question is: Why were they
                necessary.

                                 DUMBLEDORE
                Why indeed.

      Dumbledore takes the half-empty bottle of mead, still
      bearing a bit of GIFTWRAP.
                                                           (CONTINUED)

   98.
99    CONTINUED:                                                    99
                              DUMBLEDORE
                This appears to be a gift, Horace.
                You don't by chance remember who
                gave you this bottle, do you --
                which by the way possesses
                remarkably subtle hints of
                licorice and cherry when not
                polluted with poison.

                              SLUGHORN
                Actually I had intended to give it
                as a gift myself.

                              DUMBLEDORE
                To whom might I ask?

                              SLUGHORN
                You, Headmaster.

      Just then -- the DOOR BURSTS OPEN:    Lavender Brown.

                              LAVENDER BROWN
                Where is he? Where's my Won-Won!
                Has he been asking for me?
                     (stopping; glaring
                      daggers)
                What's she doing here?

                              HERMIONE
                I might ask you the same.

                              LAVENDER BROWN
                I happen to be his girlfriend.

                              HERMIONE
                I happen to be his... friend.
                              LAVENDER BROWN
                Don't make me laugh. You haven't
                spoken in weeks. I suppose you
                want to make up with him now that
                he's suddenly all interesting.

                              HERMIONE
                He's been poisoned, you daft
                dimbo! And for the record, I've
                always found him interesting.
      Hermione frowns, a bit embarrassed.   Ron SNORTS,
      stirring.

                              LAVENDER BROWN
                Ha! See? He senses my presence.
                I'm here, Won-Won. I'm here --

                                                          (CONTINUED)

      HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07       99.
99     CONTINUED: (2)                                              99
                               RON
                 Er... My... Nee... Er!    My!   Nee!
       Ron, in a haze, reaches out blindly. Blushing, Hermione
       takes his hand. Instantly, he falls unconscious again.
       Lavender, vibrating with rage, stalks out. Dumbledore
       beams.

                               DUMBLEDORE
                 Ah, to be young and feel love's
                 keen sting. Come, everyone, I
                 think Mr. Weasley is well tended.

       As Dumbledore leads the others past Harry, Harry studies
       him. Ginny passes, face very close, WHISPERING as she
       indicates Ron and Hermione.
                               GINNY
                 `Bout time, don't you think?

       Harry watches her go, hopelessly smitten, sees that
       Slughorn has paused in the doorway.

                               SLUGHORN
                 I've always cherished my students.
                 They're my life...

       Then he is gone too. Harry turns back, studies Hermione,
       hand enfolded over Ron's. She looks up, sees his faint
       smile.

                                HERMIONE
                 Oh shut up.


100    INT. GREAT HALL - DAY                                       100
       Harry spoons soup into his mouth while perusing the Half-
       Blood Prince's Potion book, his eyes lingering, as
       before, over the SECTUMSEMPRA SPELL: "For Enemies." Ron
       absently twirls his wand as he covertly eyes Lavender.
       Hermione frowns over the Prophet when... a snowflake
       falls upon her nose.

                                HERMIONE
                 Ron. Stop.    You're making it
                 snow.

                                RON
                 Huh?

       Ron looks up, sees that it is SNOWING exclusively over
       the trio. Hermione places her hand atop his wand and he
       blinks, as if the gesture kindles some sense-memory.

                                                         (CONTINUED)

      HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07       100.
100     CONTINUED:                                               100
                                RON
                  Tell me again how I broke up with
                  Lavender?

        Harry pauses on his soup, exchanges a glance with
        Hermione, who carefully withdraws her hand from Ron's.

                                HERMIONE
                  Um, well, she came to visit you in
                  the hospital, you see, and you
                  talked -- I don't believe it was a
                  long conversation --

                                RON
                  Don't get me wrong. I'm bloody
                  thrilled to be shot of her. It's
                  just she seems... a bit put out.
        As one, the three glance over at Lavender and are
        rewarded with a lethal squint.

                                HERMIONE
                  Does, doesn't she? And you say
                  you don't remember a thing from
                  that night? Not one thing?

                                RON
                  Well... there is... something.
                       (as Hermione hangs)
                  But no. It can't be. Besides, I
                  was completely boggled, wasn't I?

                                 HERMIONE
                  Right.   Boggled...

        Hermione slumps back, frowning. Harry smiles with
        amusement. Just then, a MILD COMMOTION draws his
        attention. At the back of the Hall, a group of girls
        surrounds a new arrival.

                                  HERMIONE
                  That's Katie.    That's Katie Bell.

        Katie Bell, pale but smiling, greets the other girls.
        After a moment, she looks up. Finds Harry standing
        before her.

                                HARRY
                  How are you, Katie?

                                KATIE BELL
                  Give me a moment, girls.

        The girls drift off.   Harry watches them go, curious,
        then:
                                                         (CONTINUED)

   101.
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                                KATIE BELL
                  I know you're going to ask, Harry.
                  But I don't know who cursed me.
                  I've tried to remember. Honestly.
                  But I just... can't...

        Katie's eyes shift. She goes ashen. Harry turns,
        follows her gaze and finds... Malfoy, staring at her.
        Katie backs away, retreating to the other girls. Harry
        watches her go, then looks back. Catches Malfoy fleeing
        the Hall.


101     INT. CORRIDOR - DAY (MOMENTS LATER)                       101

        Malfoy hurtles past, forehead gleaming with sweat, passes
        OUT OF FRAME. Seconds later, Harry appears, follows. As
        he passes the birdcage... we HOLD. It's now EMPTY.


102     OMITTED                                                   102


103     INT. BATHROOM - SAME TIME - DAY                           103

        Malfoy lurches to the mirror, steadies himself against
        the sink. Then, with a great, heaving shudder begins
        to... CRY.

        In the MIRROR, we see the bathroom DOOR ease open:
        Harry. He stops, stunned. Malfoy's eyes shift.
        Horrified to be exposed. He wheels, points his wand.
        WHOOSH! The LAMP next to Harry's head SHATTERS. FLAMES
        spider up the ceiling.

        Harry draws his own wand, fires back. The CISTERN behind
        Malfoy EXPLODES and WATER sweeps the ceiling, rains down.
        Malfoy HOWLS with RAGE. Harry readies himself.

                                  MALFOY
                  Cruci--
                                  HARRY
                  SECTUMSEMPRA!
        BLOOD SPURTS from Malfoy's face and   SCARLET SLASHES OOZE
        through the white of his shirt. He    staggers, HOWLS again
        and COLLAPSES. Harry glares at his    wand in horror, then
        slushes across the floor, the water   running red with
        Malfoy's blood.




                                                          (CONTINUED)

      HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07      102.
103     CONTINUED:                                              103
                                MALFOY
                  Don't touch me! Don't you dare
                  touch me!
        Harry stops dead... transfixed by a FLASH of SOMETHING
        DARK pushing through the wet fabric of Malfoy's
        shirtsleeve. Just then... Snape BURSTS THROUGH THE DOOR.
        Seeing Malfoy -- and the nature of his injuries -- he
        eyes Harry with keen curiosity. Kneeling, he traces the
        TIP of his WAND over Malfoy's wounds, MURMURING an EERIE
        INCANTATION. Instantly, the skin begins to knit itself
        together. Harry backs away, Snape's ancient CHANT
        ringing in his ears, blood floating like crimson flowers
        on the floor, backing away until he reaches the door...


104     INT. COMMON ROOM - DAY                                    104
        Harry sits numbly, the Potions textbook lying limp in his
        hand. Hermione, Ron and Ginny sit together, a bit apart,
        keeping a kind of vigil. Finally, Ginny rises, steps to
        him.

                                GINNY
                  You have to get rid of it.   Today.


105     INT. SEVENTH FLOOR CORRIDOR - DAY (LATER)                 105

        Harry, Potions book in hand, follows Ginny past the empty        
        birdcage and down the corridor when she pauses, turns to         
        the wall and shuts her eyes.

                                  GINNY
                  Take my hand.

106     INT. ROOM 0F REQUIREMENT - DAY (SECONDS LATER)            106

        Ginny and Harry materialize.

                                HARRY
                  The Room of Requirement...

        Ginny nods, turns away.   Harry follows.


        NEW ANGLE - SECONDS LATER

        Harry eyes the shelves that tower above him and the odd
        things they hold: a SMALL CAGE bearing the SKELETON of
        some long-dead creature. A JAR of QUIVERING EYEBALLS
        which track him as he passes.


                                                         (CONTINUED)

    103.
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                                GINNY
                  Over the years, if someone had a
                  secret, if they wanted to conceal
                  something, this is where they
                  came. Some of these things are
                  almost as old as the castle
                  itself.

                                HARRY
                  Who showed you this?   First.

                                GINNY
                  Fred and George. First year. I
                  hid Tom Riddle's diary here for a
                  time. Wish I'd left it...

        As Ginny drifts in the memory, Harry studies her, then a
        SCUFFLING SOUND is heard nearby. They turn, look off.

                                 GINNY/HARRY
                       (at the same time)
                  What was that?

        They turn back, look at each other.    Ginny smiles.   Then:


        NEW ANGLE - BEHIND VANISHING CABINET

        Harry and Ginny approach. The SCUFFLING GROWS LOUDER.
        Harry reaches out, pulls aside the tapestry. Reacts.
        The cabinet door VIBRATES. Slowly, he opens it and...

        ... the BLACK BIRD flies free in a rush of FLAPPING
        wings.

                                GINNY
                  See, you never know what you'll
                  find up here.

        Harry nods, looks back to the cabinet, mystified.

                                GINNY
                  All right. Close your eyes.     That
                  way you can't be tempted.

        Ginny slips the book from his fingers and starts to back
        away. She mouths: Close... your... eyes. As she leaves
        FRAME, CAMERA PUSHES EVER-SO-SLOWLY IN ON Harry. Still.
        Waiting. For a long moment, there is only silence. Then
        a shadow gently eclipses Harry's face.

                                GINNY
                  There's something else. Another
                  secret of sorts. One of mine...

                                                          (CONTINUED)

    104.
106     CONTINUED: (2)                                             106
        Ginny leans in then and places her mouth on Harry's.

                                GINNY
                  That can stay hidden up here too,
                  if you like.

        Harry opens his eyes, watches Ginny back away, then
        disappear around the corner. He stares at the empty air,
        blinking, then watches the black bird flutter overhead.


107     INT. CORRIDOR - LATE AFTERNOON (LATER)                     107

        Harry, looking a tad dazed, walks aimlessly.

                                 RON (O.S.)
                  So.   Did you and Ginny do it?
        Harry jumps, watches Ron appear.

                                   HARRY
                  What?

                                   RON
                  You know.     Hide the book.

                                   HARRY
                  Oh.   Yeah.

        Just then, Slughorn rounds the far end of the corridor
        and -- spying Harry -- does a little Oliver Hardy "Oops"
        and retreats.

                                RON
                  Still no luck with Slughorn, I
                  take it?
        Harry shakes his head -- then stops cold, stares at the
        empty space where Slughorn stood moments before.

                                HARRY
                  Say that again.


108     INT. COMMON ROOM - DUSK                                    108

        The tiny VIAL of FELIX FELICIS glimmers in Harry's palm
        as he and Ron and Hermione huddle in the empty dormitory.
        They exchange glances, then Harry brings the vial to his
        lips.

                                 HERMIONE
                  Well?   How do you feel?


                                                         (CONTINUED)

   105.
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                                 HARRY
                  Excellent.   Really excellent.

                                HERMIONE
                  Now remember. Slughorn usually
                  eats early, takes a short walk and
                  then returns to his office.

                               HARRY
                  Right. I'm going down to
                  Hagrid's.

                                HERMIONE
                  What? No, Harry -- you've got to
                  go see Slughorn. We have a plan --

                                HARRY
                  No. I've got a good feeling about
                  going to Hagrid's. I feel like
                  it's the place to be tonight, know
                  what I mean?

                                 HERMIONE/RON
                  No.

                                HARRY
                  Trust me. I know what I'm doing.
                  Or at least Felix does.

109     INT. CORRIDOR - DUSK (MOMENTS LATER)                      109

        A BOY with a PREFECT'S BADGE patrols the corridor.
        Bored, he ponders the progress of his FAINT MUSTACHE in a
        mirror. Harry walks by, unseen.

110     INT. ENTRANCE HALL - DUSK (MOMENTS LATER)                 110

        Filch paces, standing guard while Mrs. Norris sits calmly
        by. A MOUSE appears in the OPEN helmet of a SUIT OF
        ARMOR, washes its face with its tiny paws, then spies
        Mrs. Norris -- who HISSES. The mouse makes a quick
        retreat and the FACE PLATE comes CLANGING down. As Filch
        wheels, Harry strolls past.


111     EXT. GROUNDS/HOGWARTS CASTLE - DUSK (MOMENTS LATER)       111

        TWO AURORS, twin SILHOUETTES, patrol the grounds. Harry
        approaches, about to intersect their paths when, at the
        last second, something on the ground catches his eye. He
        KNEELS, considers a BEETLE on its back, legs churning
        helplessly. Harry extends his finger, letting the tiny
        bug gain purchase, then tips it upright...
                                                         (CONTINUED)

    HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07      105A.
111    CONTINUED:                                              111
       ...just as the Aurors' SHADOWS quiver over him and
       vanish. Rising, Harry starts off in one direction, then
       stops, as if compelled by some inner voice, and heads the
       opposite way.

      HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07      106.


112     EXT. GREENHOUSE - DUSK (MOMENTS LATER)                     112

        Harry HUMS placidly. Up ahead, a FIGURE ripples beyond
        the steamy panes of the Greenhouse. It's Slughorn,
        hunched over a PLANT whose TENDRILS coil eerily,
        resisting his attentions. Snip! He stealthily removes a
        sprig, looks up and JUMPS.

                                SLUGHORN
                  Merlin's beard, Harry!

                                HARRY
                  Sorry, sir. I should've announced
                  myself. Cleared my throat.
                  Coughed. You probably feared I
                  was Madam Sprout.
                                SLUGHORN
                  Well, yes, actually --
                       (paranoid)
                  Why would you think that?

                                HARRY
                  Just the general behavior, sir.
                  The sneaking around. The jumping
                  when you saw me. By the way,
                  those Tentacula leaves -- they're
                  quite valuable, aren't they?

                                SLUGHORN
                  Ten galleons a leaf to the right
                  buyer -- not that I'm familiar
                  with such back alley transactions.
                  One hears rumors is all. My own
                  interests are purely academic, of
                  course.
                                HARRY
                  Personally, these plants have
                  always kind of freaked me out.

        Harry gives a little SHIVER of the shoulders, smiles.
        Slughorn cocks his head, studies him oddly.

                                 SLUGHORN
                  Exactly how did you get out of the
                  castle, Harry?

                                HARRY
                  Through the front doors, sir. I'm
                  off to Hagrid's, you see. He's a
                  very dear friend and I felt like
                  paying him a visit. So if you
                  don't mind, I'll be going.

                                                         (CONTINUED)

      HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07       107.
112     CONTINUED:                                               112
                                SLUGHORN
                  Harry!

                                HARRY
                  Sir?

                                SLUGHORN
                  It's nearly nightfall. Surely you
                  realize I can't allow you to roam
                  the grounds all by yourself.

                                HARRY
                  Well, then by all means come
                  along, sir.


113     EXT. HAGRID'S HUT - DUSK (MOMENTS LATER)                 113
        Harry appears over a rise, strolling happily along...
        when Slughorn appears, huffing and puffing to keep up.

                                SLUGHORN
                  Harry, I must insist you accompany
                  me back to the castle immediately!

                                HARRY
                  That would be counterproductive,
                  sir.

                                SLUGHORN
                  And what makes you say that?

                                HARRY
                  No idea.

        Slughorn frowns impatiently -- then stops, blinks.
                                SLUGHORN
                  Merlin's beard...

        Up ahead, Hagrid sits disconsolately upon a stump.
        Nearby, Aragog's massive body lies legs up.

                                SLUGHORN
                  Is that an actual Acromantula?

                                HARRY
                  A dead one, I think, sir.


        NEW ANGLE - SECONDS LATER

        Harry and Slughorn approach a sullen Hagrid.


                                                         (CONTINUED)

     108.
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                                 HAGRID
                  `Arry.   `Orace.

                                SLUGHORN
                  My god, dear man. How did you
                  ever manage to kill it?

                                 HAGRID
                  Kill `im!   Me oldest friend, `e
                  was!

                                SLUGHORN
                  I'm sorry, I... (didn't realize.)                        

        Slughorn falters helplessly.   Hagrid waves his hand.

                                HAGRID
                  Ah, don' worry yerself. Yer not
                  alone. Seriously misunderstood
                  creatures -- spiders. It's the
                  eyes, I reckon. Unnerve people.

                                HARRY
                  Not to mention the pincers.

        Harry makes a little claw motion with his hand, while
        making a CLICKING sound. Hagrid eyes Harry curiously.

                                HAGRID
                  I reckon that too... How'd yeh get
                  outta the castle anyways?

                                HARRY
                  Through the front doors.

                                SLUGHORN
                  Hagrid. I wouldn't want to be
                  indelicate, but Acromantula venom
                  is uncommonly rare and, well, if
                  you wouldn't mind my extracting a
                  vial or two -- purely for academic
                  pursuits...

                                HAGRID
                  Don' suppose it's doin' `im any
                  good, izzit?

                                SLUGHORN
                  My thoughts exactly! Always carry
                  a few spare ampoules for just such
                  occasions. Old Potion Master's
                  habit, you know...



                                                         (CONTINUED)

    HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07      108A.
113    CONTINUED: (2)                                          113
       Slughorn rummages about his pockets, extracts some SMALL
       VIALS -- all empty save for one containing a HAIRY WORM --
       then scrambles up close to Aragog. Harry and Hagrid
       watch.

                                HAGRID
                 Wish yeh coulda seen `im in `is
                 prime. Magnificent `e was. Jus'
                 magnificent...

       Hagrid BLINKS wildly, then takes out a handkerchief and
       SNORTS LOUDLY into it. Slughorn looks up, studies
       Hagrid's sorry expression with empathy and steps away.

                               SLUGHORN
                 Why don't I say a few words?   I
                 trust he had family?
                               HARRY
                 Oh yeah.

                               SLUGHORN
                      (clearing his throat)
                 Farewell...

       Slughorn frowns.

                               HAGRID
                 Aragog.

                               SLUGHORN
                      (a nod)
                 Farewell, Aragog, king of
                 arachnids. Though your body will
                 decay, your spirit lingers on in
                 the quiet, web-spun places of your
                 Forest home. May your many-eyed
                 descendents ever flourish and your
                 human friends find solace for the
                 loss they have sustained.

                               HAGRID
                 Tha' was... tha' was... beautiful.

       Hagrid wipes his eyes, then rises. He walks to Aragog,
       studies him lovingly, then puts a shoulder to the big
       beast's body... and sends him tumbling into the freshly-
       dug grave adjacent with a SICKENING THUNK.

                               HAGRID/SLUGHORN (O.S.)
                      (singing)
                 And Odo the hero, they bore him
                 back home...

   109.


114     INT. HAGRID'S HUT - NIGHT (HOURS LATER)                      114

        Harry, Hagrid and Slughorn sit at the massive kitchen
        table, which is strewn with EMPTY WINE BOTTLES. Hagrid
        and Slughorn are feeling no pain, while Harry looks clear-
        eyed, focused.

                                HAGRID/SLUGHORN
                  To the place he'd known as a lad,
                  They laid him to rest with his hat
                  inside out and his wand snapped in
                  two, which was sad...
        As they finish, both men CHUCKLE. Hagrid tops off
        everyone's mug with a bit more wine. Harry brings his
        mug to his lap... then slyly pours it into the bucket at
        his feet.
                                HAGRID
                  I had `im from an egg, yeh know.
                  Tiny little thing he was when he
                  hatched. No bigger'n a Pekinese.

                                SLUGHORN
                  Sweet. I once had a fish.
                  Francis. Lovely little thing.
                  One day I came downstairs and he'd
                  vanished. Poof.

                                 HAGRID
                  Tha's odd.

                                SLUGHORN
                  Isn't it? That's life, I suppose.
                  One goes along and then... poof.
                                 HAGRID
                  Poof.

                                 HARRY
                  Poof.

        They all nod soberly.   Slughorn's eyes rise to the
        ceiling.

                                SLUGHORN
                  That's never unicorn hair, Hagrid?

        Hagrid looks up, reels a bit.     Nods.

                                SLUGHORN
                  But my dear chap, do you know how
                  much that's worth?


                                                         (CONTINUED)

   110.
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                                HAGRID
                  No idea... no idea at all...

        Thunk! Hagrid's great shaggy head hits the table.
        Instantly, he is SNORING, so DEEPLY his MUG shimmies
        across the table. Slughorn smiles, regards Harry, who
        merely stares back. Slughorn averts his eyes. Suddenly
        nervous. A WIND rises outside. Windowpanes rattle.

                                SLUGHORN
                  It was a student who gave me
                  Francis. One spring afternoon I
                  discovered a bowl upon my desk
                  with a few inches of clear water.
                  There was a flower petal floating
                  upon the surface. As I watched,
                  the petal sank, but just before it
                  touched bottom... it transformed.
                  Into a wee fish. It was beautiful
                  magic, wondrous to behold. The
                  petal had come from a lily.

        Hearing "lily," Harry looks up.   Slughorn nods.

                                SLUGHORN
                  Your mother. The day I came
                  downstairs, the day I found the
                  bowl empty... was the day she...

        Slughorn falters, pain etching his face.

                                SLUGHORN
                  I know what you want. But I can't
                  give it to you. It will ruin
                  me...
        Harry studies Slughorn a moment, thinking, then speaks.

                                HARRY
                  Do you know why I survived?    The
                  night I got this.

        Slughorn looks up, sees Harry pointing to his scar.

                                HARRY
                  Because of her. Because she
                  sacrificed herself. Because she
                  refused to step aside. Because
                  her love was more powerful than
                  Voldemort.

                                SLUGHORN
                  Please don't say his --


                                                           (CONTINUED)

    111.
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                                HARRY
                  I'm not afraid of the name,
                  Professor. And I'm not afraid of
                  him. And you shouldn't be either.
                  She didn't just die for me that
                  night. She died for you too. She
                  died for everyone who's ever woken
                  in the middle of the night afraid
                  a Death Eater waited on their
                  doorstep.

        Slughorn gazes into the guttering candle before him.

                                HARRY
                  Professor. I'm going to tell you
                  something, something others have
                  only guessed at. It's true. I am
                  the Chosen One.

        Slughorn looks up.   Harry nods.

                                HARRY
                  Only I can kill him. But in order
                  to do so, I need to know what Tom
                  Riddle asked you that night in
                  your office all those years ago.
                  And I need to know what you told
                  him.

        Slughorn's eyes well with tears, his hands tremble.

                                HARRY
                  Be brave, Professor. Be brave
                  like my mother. Otherwise you
                  disgrace her. Otherwise she died
                  for nothing. Otherwise, the bowl
                  remains empty forever.

        Slughorn shakes his head, staring into the candle.
        Finally, slowly, he removes his wand.

                                SLUGHORN
                  Don't think too badly of me once
                  you've seen it. You don't know
                  what he was like... even then.

        Slughorn fishes out a tiny   vial -- the one with the WORM
        -- but his hand is shaking   so violently, Harry has to
        take it. Slowly, Slughorn    raises his wand, touches it to
        his temple and withdraws a   LONG, SILVER THREAD. Harry
        extends the vial and... it   drops within.

   112.


115     INT. DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE - NIGHT                             115

        Dumbledore holds the vial in wonderment.   The worm hangs
        in eerie suspension.

                                 DUMBLEDORE
                  How is he?   Horace?

        Harry shrugs. Dumbledore nods, then tips his hand. A
        LONG strand hangs suspended like glass. A pearl forms...
        and as it hangs... Harry's eyes shift, notice a DRAWING
        on Dumbledore's desk, one of Tom Riddle's drawings seen
        at the orphanage, of the CAVE and the distinct
        OUTCROPPING. Then... the pearl drops.


116     FLASHBACK - INT. SLUGHORN'S OFFICE - NIGHT (YEARS PAST)      116
        As before. The CRACKLING EMBERS of the FIRE.     Slughorn,
        a circle of six. Riddle commanding the room.

                                TOM RIDDLE
                  Sir, is it true that Professor
                  Merrythought is retiring?

        Slughorn chuckles, wags a sugar-encrusted finger at
        Riddle.

                                 SLUGHORN
                  Now, Tom, I couldn't tell you if I
                  knew, could I? I must say, m'boy,
                  I'd like to know where you get
                  your information. More
                  knowledgable than half the staff,
                  you are.
                        (as the other boys
                         laugh)
                  By the way, thank you for the
                  pineapple -- you're quite right,
                  it is my favorite -- how is it you
                  knew?

                                 TOM RIDDLE
                  Intuition.

                                SLUGHORN
                       (an uneasy chuckle)
                  Good gracious, is it that time
                  already? Off you go, boys, or
                  Professor Dippett will have us all
                  in detention. Lestrange, Avery,
                  don't forget your essays...

        The others exit, when -- PING! -- Slughorn turns, eyes
        the hourglass, finds Tom Riddle still there.
                                                          (CONTINUED)

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                                SLUGHORN
                  Look sharp, Tom. You don't want
                  to be caught out of bed after
                  hours...

                                TOM RIDDLE
                  I know a secret shortcut or two.

                                SLUGHORN
                  Yes, I imagine you do.   Something
                  on your mind, Tom?

                                TOM RIDDLE
                  Yes, sir. I couldn't think of
                  anyone else to go to. The other
                  Professors, well, they're not like
                  you. They might... misunderstand.
                                SLUGHORN
                  Go on.

                                TOM RIDDLE
                  I was in the library the other
                  night, in the Restricted section,
                  and I read something rather odd,
                  about a bit of rare magic and I
                  thought perhaps you could
                  illuminate me. It's called, as I
                  understand it... a Horcrux.

        Slughorn's weak smile evaporates altogether.

                                SLUGHORN
                  Excuse me?

                                 TOM RIDDLE
                  Horcrux. I came across the term
                  while reading and I didn't fully
                  understand it.

                                SLUGHORN
                  I'm not sure what you were
                  reading, Tom, but that's very Dark
                  stuff, very Dark indeed.

                                TOM RIDDLE
                  Yes, sir. Which is why I came to
                  you. I mean no disrespect to the
                  rest of the staff, but I thought
                  if anyone could tell me... it
                  would be you.

        Slughorn frowns, clearly disturbed, then speaks quietly.


                                                         (CONTINUED)

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                                SLUGHORN
                  A Horcrux is an object in which a
                  person has concealed part of their
                  soul.

                                TOM RIDDLE
                  Yes, I thought it might be
                  something like that. But I don't
                  understand how that works, sir.

                                SLUGHORN
                  One splits one's soul and hides
                  part of it in an object. By doing
                  so, you are protected should you
                  be attacked and your body
                  destroyed.
                                TOM RIDDLE
                  Protected?

                                SLUGHORN
                  That part of your soul that was
                  hidden, lives on. In other words,
                  you cannot die.

        Riddle nods and TURNS AWAY, staring at himself in the
        MIRROR on the wall opposite. A hint of RED glints in his
        eyes.

                                TOM RIDDLE
                  How does one split his soul, sir?

                                SLUGHORN
                  I think you can guess the answer
                  to that, Tom.
                                TOM RIDDLE
                  Murder.

                                SLUGHORN
                  Yes. Killing rips the soul apart.
                  It is a violation against nature.
                  After, one is never the same.

                                TOM RIDDLE
                  Out of curiosity, sir -- can you
                  only split your soul once? For
                  instance, isn't seven the most
                  powerfully magical number --

                                SLUGHORN
                  Seven! Merlin's beard, Tom!
                  Isn't it bad enough to think of
                  killing one person? To rip the
                  soul into seven pieces...
                                (MORE)
                                                         (CONTINUED)

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                                 SLUGHORN (CONT'D)
                        (stopping; worried)
                   This is all hypothetical, isn't
                   it, Tom? All academic...

                                TOM RIDDLE
                  Of course, sir. And I promise
                  I'll not speak of our
                  conversation. It'll be our little
                  secret...

        Riddle reaches out then and pinches the FLAME of a
        candle, killing it. As SMOKE RISES, we --

                                                     DISSOLVE INTO:


117     INT. DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE - SAME TIME - NIGHT (PRESENT)    117
        ... the surface of the Pensieve, where Riddle quivers.
        We RACK FOCUS and Dumbledore's troubled face bleeds
        through Riddle's.

                                HARRY
                  Sir --

        Dumbledore holds up his withered hand, silencing him,
        turns away. Harry studies him, waiting, the hush
        palpable.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                       (haunted)
                  This is beyond anything I
                  imagined. In my life I have seen
                  things that are unimaginably
                  horrific. I know now... you will
                  see worse.
        Dumbledore looks off, his eyes distant. Harry watches
        him intently, as do the HEADMASTERS in their frames
        above. Finally, tentatively, Harry speaks.

                                HARRY
                  Do you mean to say he succeeded,
                  sir? In making a Horcrux?

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Oh he succeeded. And not just
                  once. Think, Harry. He's just
                  told us.

                                HARRY
                  Seven. He made seven -- the most
                  powerfully magical number. But...
                  what are they exactly?

                                                         (CONTINUED)

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                                DUMBLEDORE
                  They can be anything. The most
                  commonplace of objects. A ring,
                  for example. Or a book...

        Dumbledore slides open a drawer, removes the RING and Tom
        Riddle's battered DIARY.

                                HARRY
                  Tom Riddle's diary --

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  It's a Horcrux, yes. Four years
                  ago, when you saved Ginny
                  Weasley's life in the Chamber of
                  Secrets, when you brought me
                  this --
                       (holding up the
                        diary)
                  I knew. This was a different kind
                  of magic. Very dark. Very
                  powerful. But until tonight, I
                  had no idea just how powerful...

                                HARRY
                  And the ring...?

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Belonged to Voldemort's mother.
                  It was difficult to find and...
                       (raising his damaged
                        hand)
                  ... even more difficult to
                  destroy.

                                HARRY
                  But if you could find them all.                       
                  If you did destroy each Horcrux...                    

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  One destroys Voldemort.

        Harry begins to reach out for the ring...

                                HARRY
                  But how would you find them? They                     
                  could be hidden anywhere, couldn't
                  they...

                               DUMBLEDORE
                  True. But magic, especially Dark
                  magic...



                                                         (CONTINUED)

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        Just then, as the flash of Harry's fingers make contact
        with the ring, IMAGES FLASH by in DIZZYING succession:
        VOLDEMORT'S FACE, twisted in pain. A DERELICT HOUSE,
        deep in a haunted clearing. An ANCIENT CUP, gleaming as
        it tumbles from an old woman's hand. A SNAKE (NAGINI)
        slithering through damp grass. Dumbledore slipping the
        ring onto his finger, recoiling as his skin decays...

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  ... leaves traces.

        Harry's clenched hand SPASMS, RELEASES. The ring
        skitters across Dumbledore's desk and Harry brings a hand
        to his chest, a look of bewilderment on his face.
        Dumbledore watches the ring spin down, then glances at
        Harry and slowly extends his own hand, lightly touching
        the center of Harry's chest with the tips of ashen
        fingers, as if reading braille, as if he can somehow
        "see" into Harry's heart. Trepidation -- and recognition
        -- flicker over his face.

                                HARRY
                  It's where you've been going,
                  isn't it, sir? When you leave the
                  school.

        Harry's eyes drift once again to the postcard on the
        desk. Dumbledore withdraws his hand, nodding, still
        studying Harry oddly, his voice, when it comes, distant.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Yes. And I think... perhaps... I
                  may have found another. But this
                  time I cannot hope to destroy it
                  alone.
        Harry peers into Dumbledore's eyes.   Dumbledore nods.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Once again, I shall ask too much
                  of you.


118     INT./EXT. GARGOYLE CORRIDOR - LATE DAY                     118

        Harry stands at a window, looking out. He brings his
        fingers to his chest again when... Hermione comes up
        behind him.

                                 HERMIONE
                  Harry.   It's time.

   118.


119     INT./EXT. COURTYARD - LATE DAY (MOMENTS LATER)               119

        Harry, Hermione and Ron walk.

                                HARRY
                  Hermione, is the Room of
                  Requirement unplottable?

                                HERMIONE
                  If one wants it to be.     Why?

                                HARRY
                  It would explain why I thought
                  Malfoy was leaving the castle when
                  he disappeared off the Map.

                                HARRY
                  He was going to the Room of
                  Requirement.

                                HERMIONE
                  Of course, and that explains the
                  Vanishing Cabinet as well!

                               RON
                  No. I got an owl from Dad this                            
                  morning. The one at Borgin &
                  Burke's? It's still there.

                                HARRY
                  But I'm telling you.   I saw it --

        Just then, the twins appear, pass.    Harry watches them, a
        thought forming.

                                HARRY
                  What if there are two?     Vanishing
                  cabinets.

                                HERMIONE
                  What if there are?

                                HARRY
                  I don't know...

        Harry watches the twins vanish around a corner.

                                RON
                  Good luck, mate.

        Harry turns back to Ron and Hermione, neither able to
        fully conceal heir concern. He smiles reassuringly,
        continues on.


                                                          (CONTINUED)

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                                HARRY
                  I don't need luck. I'll be with
                  Dumbledore.


120     EXT. ASTRONOMY TOWER - DYING LIGHT (LATER)                120

        As Harry trots up the spiraling exterior stairs, he hears
        VOICES coming from the topmost level and pauses, peering
        up through the grid-like floor above: Dumbledore and
        Snape.

                                SNAPE
                  Have you ever considered that you
                  ask too much? That you take too
                  much for granted? Has it ever
                  crossed your brilliant mind that I
                  don't want to do this anymore?

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Whether it has or hasn't is
                  irrelevant. I will not negotiate
                  this with you, Severus. You
                  agreed. There's nothing more to
                  discuss.

        Harry stands poised, peering upward, where Dumbledore
        squints toward the dying sun and Snape glares at his
        back. Finally, Snape turns away and -- before Harry can
        react -- is descending the stairs. Seeing Harry, Snape
        falters briefly, then continues on without a word. As
        his FOOTSTEPS fade, Harry ascends to the upper tier.
        Dumbledore turns. Smiles.

                               DUMBLEDORE
                  Harry. You need a shave, my
                  friend.

        Harry runs his hand over his face.

                                 DUMBLEDORE
                  At times I forget how much you've
                  grown. At times I still see the
                  small boy from the cupboard.
                       (smiling)
                  Forgive my mawkishness, Harry. I
                  am an old man.

                                HARRY
                  You look the same to me, sir.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Like your mother, you are
                  unfailingly kind.
                                (MORE)
                                                         (CONTINUED)

   120.
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                                 DUMBLEDORE (CONT'D)
                   A trait people never fail to
                   undervalue. I'm afraid.

        Dumbledore turns then, eyes the fiery sky again.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  The place to which we journey
                  tonight is exceedingly dangerous,
                  Harry. I promised that you could
                  accompany me and I stand by that
                  promise. But there is a
                  condition: You must obey any
                  command I give you -- without
                  question.

                                 HARRY
                  Yes, sir.
                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Understand what I'm saying.
                  Should I tell you to hide, you
                  must hide.

        Harry nods.                                                       

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Should I tell you to run, you will                      
                  run.

        Harry nods.                                                       

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  And should I tell you to abandon                        
                  me and save yourself...

        Harry's eyes rise, meet Dumbledore's.                             
                                DUMBLEDORE                                
                  You will do so.                                         

        Harry hesitates.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Your word, Harry.

        Harry debates this internally, then, finally, nods.               

                                 HARRY
                  My word.

                                 DUMBLEDORE
                  Take my arm.



                                                           (CONTINUED)

 120A.
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                               HARRY
                 Sir, I thought one couldn't
                 Apparate within Hogwarts.

                               DUMBLEDORE
                 Being me has its privileges.

       The WIND GUSTS and Harry reaches out.    Dumbledore's CLOAK
       BILLOWS and we are TOSSED INTO...


121    EXT. OCEAN - DUSK (MOMENTS LATER)                         121

       BLACK. Undulating. The sound of WAVES. We EASE UP, out
       of the ocean. A GIANT WAVE crashes over a jagged
       outcropping. As the SPRAY clears... Dumbledore and Harry
       are revealed. Dumbledore eyes the TOWERING CLIFF FACE
       opposite, the CAVE.

                               HARRY
                 It's there, isn't it?

      HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07      121.


122     EXT. CAVE - SAME TIME - DUSK                               122

        Harry and Dumbledore materialize. It is quiet here,
        eerily so, the waves merely distant thunder. As Harry
        glances about, Dumbledore moves to an archway, passes
        beyond. Harry follows, finds Dumbledore standing below a
        towering dome of rock, probing its mysteries with the
        light from his wand.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  This is the place. Oh yes, this
                  place has known magic.
                       (closing his eyes)
                  Where you stand, Harry, Tom Riddle
                  once stood many, many years ago,
                  when he was but a poor orphan boy
                  with a penchant for cruelty...
        Dumbledore's wand stops briefly in its arc and his face
        registers pain, as if detecting some past unpleasantry.
        He begins to TRACE HIS FINGERS over the surface of the
        rock.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  One wintry afternoon, he lured two
                  younger classmates to this cave.
                  What happened is unclear. But
                  this much is known: the children
                  were damaged.

        Dumbledore begins to MURMUR in a STRANGE WHISPER as his
        fingers play over the rock... then stop. His eyes open.
        He takes a dagger from his robes and draws the blade
        across his forearm, speckling the rock face with scarlet
        beads.
                                HARRY
                  Sir!
        The rock face SIZZLES like acid and begins to crumble,
        forming a narrow opening.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  In order to gain passage, payment
                  must be made, payment intended to
                  weaken any intruder.

                                HARRY
                  You should've let me, sir.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Oh, no, Harry. Your blood is much
                  more precious than mine.

    122.


123     EXT. ARCHWAY/UNDERGROUND LAKE - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER)         123

        Dumbledore and Harry emerge onto the rim of a VAST LAKE
        teeming with MIST. A chill hangs in the air.

                                 DUMBLEDORE
                  Careful.   The water.

        Harry peers into the lake.    It is black as ink.


        NEW ANGLE - MOMENTS LATER

        Harry follows Dumbledore around the rim of the lake.     In
        the center, a GREENISH GLOW shimmers in the mist.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  It's there. The only question is
                  how do we get to it?

                                HARRY
                  We couldn't, perhaps, just try a
                  Summoning Charm, sir?

        Dumbledore smiles, motions:    Be my guest.   Harry lifts
        his wand.

                                   HARRY
                  Accio Horcrux!
        There is an EXPLOSION and something PALE erupts out of
        the water. Harry nearly sheds his skin. Dumbledore
        calmly watches it VANISH beneath the surface.

                                   DUMBLEDORE
                  Perhaps not.

        NEW ANGLE - MOMENTS LATER

        Dumbledore leads Harry on. Stops. Takes a step back.
        He CLOSES HIS EYES and to Harry's horror walks right to
        the lake's edge. As the dark water laps over the toes of
        his shoes, Dumbledore PASSES HIS HAND slowly through the
        air, then closes it... as if gripping something
        invisible. Taking his wand, he gives his CLENCHED FIST a
        TAP and a thick coppery-green CHAIN appears out of thin
        air, extending from the water to Dumbledore's hand.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  If you would, Harry...

        Quickly Harry grasps the end of the chain and together he
        and Dumbledore pull, end over end, until the PROW of a
        SMALL BOAT pierces the surface, green with algae.
                                                            (CONTINUED)

   123.
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        NEW ANGLE - MOMENTS LATER

        In eerie silence, the boat cleaves the water, ferrying
        Harry and Dumbledore toward the GREENISH GLOW.

                                HARRY
                  Sir... have you ever taken Felix
                  Felicis?
                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Only recreationally. You see, I
                  believe one creates one's own
                  luck.

        Harry looks down into the water, watches a FACE skim by
        beneath the surface.
                                HARRY
                  Professor... there are bodies in
                  this lake.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Yes.


        NEW ANGLE (SMALL ISLAND) - MOMENTS LATER

        Here the GREENISH GLOW is ferocious.   As the boat
        arrives, Dumbledore steps out.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Remember... the water.

        Harry nods, steps out carefully and joins Dumbledore at
        the source of the GLOW -- a BASIN filled with a
        PHOSPHORESCENT LIQUID. Dumbledore extends the tips of
        his blackened fingers toward the basin, but cannot touch
        the liquid.

                                HARRY
                  Do you think the Horcrux is in
                  there, sir?

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Oh yes.

        Dumbledore steps back, ponders the basin. Notes the
        CRYSTAL GOBLET sitting beside it. Smiles ruefully.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  It has to be drunk.
                       (as Harry reacts)
                  You remember the condition on
                  which I brought you with me?

                                                         (CONTINUED)

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        Harry starts to respond.    Stops.   Nods.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  This potion might paralyze me. It
                  might cause me to forget why I'm
                  here. It might create so much
                  pain I beg for relief. You are
                  not to indulge these requests,
                  Harry. It is your job to make
                  sure I keep drinking this potion
                  even if you have to force it down
                  my throat. Understood?

                                HARRY
                  Why can't I drink it, sir?

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Because I am much older, much
                  cleverer... and much less
                  valuable.
                       (taking the goblet)
                  Your good health, Harry.

        Dumbledore dips the goblet into the gleaming liquid and
        brings it to his lips. Drinks deep. Closes his eyes.

                                   HARRY
                  Professor?

        Dumbledore shakes his head, silencing Harry, then dips
        the goblet once more. Twice more he drinks. His hand
        TREMBLES and he grips the side of the basin.

                                  HARRY
                  Professor?    Can you hear me?
        Dumbledore says nothing. The corners of his eyes TWITCH.
        His hand TREMBLES, savagely this time, and he nearly
        drops the goblet. Harry reaches out, steadies his hand.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Don't... don't make me...

        Harry eyes Dumbledore's anguished face, steels himself.

                                HARRY
                  You... you can't stop, Professor.
                  You've got to keep drinking. Like
                  you said. Remember.

                                   DUMBLEDORE
                  Nooooooo!!!



                                                         (CONTINUED)

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        Harry staggers back, so primal is Dumbledore's plea.
        Dumbledore's arm goes slack, the goblet clanging dully
        against the side of the basin. Harry takes a breath,
        steps forward, places his hand over Dumbledore's, lifts
        the cup.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Make it stop... Please... make it
                  stop...

                                HARRY
                  It will, sir. It'll stop.     But
                  only if you drink...

        Harry, his own hand TREMBLING now, tips the goblet over
        Dumbledore's lips.
                                  DUMBLEDORE
                  My fault.    It's all my fault...

        Harry brings the goblet up once more.      Dumbledore drinks.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Too much... I can't... take it...
                  I want... to die... kill... kill
                  me... KILL ME, HARRY!

                                  HARRY
                  What?

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Your word, Harry! Your word!

                                  HARRY
                  No...
                                  DUMBLEDORE
                  KILL ME!    IT'S THE ONLY WAY!
        Harry stands paralyzed, unsure what to do. Then...
        Dumbledore collapses, rolls onto his back. Harry pelts
        forward, dips the goblet into the basin and kneels by
        Dumbledore.

                                HARRY
                  One more. Just one more. And
                  then -- I promise... I'll do what
                  you say.

        Dumbledore, jaw clinched shut, eyes Harry.

                                  HARRY
                  I promise.


                                                            (CONTINUED)

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        Dumbledore's jaw relaxes and Harry pries open his mouth,
        tips the liquid down his throat. Pain ripples through
        Dumbledore's face. He tries to speak, Harry eyeing him
        with trepidation, fearful of what he will request. Again
        and again Dumbledore struggles and then... his eyes...
        open. Find Harry.

                                 DUMBLEDORE
                  Water.

        A shudder of relief goes through Harry. Grinning, he
        leaps to the basin. A GOLDEN LOCKET now lies at the
        bottom. Harry snatches it up.

                                 DUMBLEDORE
                  Water...
                                 HARRY
                  Aguamenti.
        Instantly COLD CLEAR WATER rises in the basin.

                                HARRY
                  You did it, sir. Look --

        Harry frowns.   The goblet is empty.

                                 DUMBLEDORE
                  Water!
        Harry dips the goblet into the basin yet again, brings it
        to Dumbledore's lips... but once again finds it empty.
        Dumbledore tries to speak, but his lips are CRACKING, his
        tongue like SAND. He GULPS DRILY for air.

                                HARRY
                  I'm trying, sir. I'm --

        Harry stops. All is silent... except for the SOFT
        LAPPING of the lake. He considers the GHOSTLY SHAPES
        gliding just below the surface. Deciding, he dips the
        goblet into the dark water. Instantly, the lake begins
        to CHURN. Harry backs away, the goblet sloshing in his
        hand. FACES, pale and haunted, quiver in the roiling
        water.

        Harry tips the water into Dumbledore's mouth. Dumbledore
        blinks. His tongue probes his lower lip. Harry returns
        to the water's edge, hesitates, then plunges the goblet
        into water once more. Instantly, a SLIMY WHITE HAND
        snags his wrist and Harry is pulled under. The goblet
        bobs on the surface.



                                                         (CONTINUED)

    127.
123     CONTINUED: (5)                                             123
        NEW ANGLE - UNDERWATER

        Utterly silent. Harry twists madly as HANDS reach for
        him, turning him this way and that. HAUNTED FACES float
        by.


        NEW ANGLE - THE SURFACE

        Harry breaks the surface, GASPING for air, blinking,
        catching a glimpse of Dumbledore slumped against the
        basin as he is...


        NEW ANGLE - UNDERWATER

        ... pulled underwater once again, into the eerie SILENCE
        of flailing arms. He shakes free again and again, but
        there are too many hands, too many haunted faces. We
        STAY UNDER a very long time, feel his lungs burning. His
        eyes lose their focus, turning blank. Bubbles trail out
        of his mouth as his face goes slack. He sinks deeper, in
        free fall, takes one last look at the SHIMMERING SURFACE
        ABOVE, the last thing he will see... when a SHADOW
        SHIVERS briefly and...

        ... the SURFACE SIZZLES with RED LIGHT, like blood, then
        becomes TRANSPARENT, revealing DUMBLEDORE, wand pointed
        directly at the water.


        NEW ANGLE - THE SURFACE

        Harry breaks the surface, SPITTING UP WATER, GASPING FOR
        AIR. Dumbledore staggers, slumps once more against the
        basin, weakened by his effort. Harry scrambles up,
        steadies him and the lake EXPLODES WITH FIRE. Harry
        wheels, watches the bodies in the lake twist in pain.

                                  DUMBLEDORE
                  Go...

        Harry turns, confused.    Dumbledore's hand finds his face.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  We have to... go.

        Harry glances to the boat. Flames lick the prow,
        darkening the wood, but do not destroy it. He nods.

      HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07      128.


124     EXT. CAVE - ENTRANCE                                       124

        Harry and Dumbledore emerge from the cave. Dumbledore,
        pale and weak, scans the stars wearily, leans heavily on
        Harry.

                                HARRY
                  Don't worry, sir. We're nearly
                  there.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  I am not worried, Harry.    I am
                  with you.

        A CHOIR IN FULL VOICE RISES ON THE AIR and we --

                                                           CUT TO:

125     INT. GREAT HALL - SAME TIME - NIGHT                        125

        We HOLD ON the Gothic glass of the main window. Ambient
        light, ominous and cool, plays across its shimmering
        surface. Flitwick, arms flowing gracefully, conducts a
        group of FIFTH YEARS, looks up toward the window, eyes
        the pulsating light.


126     EXT. COURTYARD - SAME TIME - NIGHT                         126

        McGonagall stands in the courtyard as the CHOIR DRIFTS
        FAINTLY on the night air. She glances up to the sky, a
        curious expression on her face, then spies a pair of
        First Years straggling across the courtyard.

                                PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
                  To your Houses. No dawdling.

        As they scuttle off, McGonagall looks back to the sky.   A
        VORTEX of CLOUDS swirls eerily in on itself. We PULL
        BACK...


127     INT. CASTLE - WINDOW - SAME TIME - NIGHT                   127

        ... out of a window, its glass prickling with ambient
        light, and find Snape standing silently, staring at the
        gathering storm, his expression inscrutable. The choir a
        murmur.

    129.


128     INT. COMMON ROOM - SAME TIME - NIGHT                          128

        Darker than usual.   The fire muted. Ron and Hermione sit
        together. Silent.    Glance toward the window, the sky
        beyond.


129     INT. HOSPITAL WING - SAME TIME - NIGHT                        129

        Draco's face, skin glimmering with the light crawling
        across the ceiling above him. He stares, unblinking,
        swings out of the bed. Bare feet -- Draco's -- drop to
        the tiles.


130     INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER)                         130
        The choir echoes eerily. SIXTH YEARS, little more than
        SHADOWS, hang out, giggling in dark corners. Malfoy
        glides by in his bare feet. Unnoticed. A ghost.


131     INT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER)              131

        Dense with shadow. Strange slashes of light. Malfoy, a
        shadow within shadows, pulls the tapestry from the
        Vanishing Cabinet, steps back...

        He stares at the monolith before him, lifts his wand and
        begins to CHANT eerily. The surface of the cabinet
        glimmers, atremble in the ambient light. Almost alive.
        Then he stops. Looking back, his eyes haunted, he slips
        away.

        Light plays within the cabinet. Movement. Shadows
        flicker within, coalesce. We ease up, reveal...
        Bellatrix. Greyback.    And a few friends. Bellatrix
        steps into the light.   Glances around. Grins.


132     EXT. ASTRONOMY TOWER - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER)                  132

        Harry and Dumbledore materialize on the rooftop.
        Dumbledore glances above, notes the clouds.

                                HARRY
                  We need to get you up to the
                  hospital, sir, to Madam Pomfrey --

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  No. Severus... Severus is who I
                  need... Go and wake him... Tell
                  him what has happened...
                                (MORE)
                                                           (CONTINUED)

      HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07      130.
132     CONTINUED:                                              132
                                 DUMBLEDORE (CONT'D)
                   Speak to no one else... I... I
                   shall wait here...

                                 HARRY
                  All right.   Okay.

        Harry gently disengages from Dumbledore, leaves him
        leaning against the ramparts. He dashes to the stairwell
        door and, glancing back, sees Dumbledore MUTTERING
        WEARILY as he GESTICULATES with his blackened hand.

                                HARRY
                  Sir, are you... praying?

                                DUMBLEDORE
                       (smiling faintly)
                  No, Harry. I do not pray. I was
                  merely closing a window -- the one
                  that had allowed us to Apparate.

        Harry nods, begins to open the door, when FOOTSTEPS
        sound. Draws his wand. Dumbledore cocks his head,
        listening. Wincing, he straightens up, as if to mask his
        infirmity.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Hide yourself below. And do not
                  speak or show yourself without my
                  permission. No matter what.

        Harry looks down, through the LATTICEWORK at his feet, to
        the tier below. The FOOTSTEPS DRAW CLOSER.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Do as I say, Harry.
        Harry hesitates.   Dumbledore's eyes blaze...

                                 DUMBLEDORE
                  Trust me.
        Harry meets Dumbledore's eyes, then pockets his wand and
        slips down the stairs. As he reaches the level below,
        the DOOR above FLIES OPEN. Harry peers up through the
        grid, watches Malfoy come INTO VIEW.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Good evening, Draco. What brings
                  you out on such a fine Spring
                  evening? Or is it Summer?

        Draco stands poised, wand in hand, eyes darting about.



                                                         (CONTINUED)

      HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07      131.
132     CONTINUED: (2)                                          132
                                MALFOY
                  Who else is here? I heard you
                  talking.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  I often talk aloud to myself. I
                  find it extraordinarily useful.
                  That which sounds sane at a
                  whisper can seem utterly mad when
                  said for all the world to hear.
                  Haven't been whispering to
                  yourself, have you, Draco?

        Draco eyes Dumbledore with unease.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  You are not an assassin, Draco.
                                MALFOY
                  How do you know what I am? I've
                  done things that would shock you.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Like cursing Katie Bell and hoping
                  she would, in turn, bear a cursed
                  necklace to me? Like replacing a
                  bottle of mead with one laced with
                  poison. Forgive me, Draco, but
                  these are attempts so feeble I
                  cannot help but question if your
                  heart has been really in them.
                  I'm curious. When Voldemort gave
                  you this task, when he asked you
                  to kill me, was it in a whisper?

                                   MALFOY
                  He trusts me!     I was chosen!

        Malfoy thrusts out his arm, pulls back his sleeve and
        reveals the DARK MARK. Dumbledore barely looks at it.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Then I shall make it easy for you.

        Slowly and without intent, Dumbledore draws his wand.           
        Instantly Malfoy raises his own.                                

                                   MALFOY                               
                                                                        
                  Expelliarumus!
        Harry watches in horror as Dumbledore's wand flies free,        
        clattering across the grid above. Malfoy watches it roll        
        to a stop, a curious mixture of fear and awe at his own         
        actions. Dumbledore eyes the wand, then Draco.                  

                                                         (CONTINUED)

    HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07     131A.
132    CONTINUED: (3)                                         132
                               DUMBLEDORE
                 Well done, Draco. But I warn you.                    
                 Killing is not nearly as easy.                       




                                                       (CONTINUED)

      HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07      132.
132     CONTINUED: (4)                                          132
        Malfoy looks into Dumbledore's eyes, then to the sky, at        
        the gathering clouds, twisting darkly, then glances to
        the stairwell. Dumbledore notices.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  You're not alone. Are you.   There
                  are others. How?

        A sneering smile plays over Malfoy's lips.

                                MALFOY
                  The Vanishing Cabinet in the Room
                  of Requirement.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  That cabinet has been broken for
                  years.
                                MALFOY
                  I've been mending it.

                               DUMBLEDORE
                  Ingenious. Let me guess.   It has
                  a sister. A twin.

                                MALFOY
                  In Borgin & Burkes. They form --

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  A passage, yes. Very good.
                       (eyes shifting)
                  I once knew a boy years ago who
                  made all the wrong choices. Let
                  me help you, Draco.

                                MALFOY
                  I don't want your help! Don't you
                  see! I have to do it! I have to!
                       (in a whisper)
                  I've got to kill you or he'll kill
                  me.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Say that again, Draco. But aloud
                  this time.

        Draco looks deep into Dumbledore's eyes. His hand
        trembles. Transfixed, Harry watches from the shadows.
        Slowly, Malfoy begins to LOWER HIS WAND... when FOOTSTEPS
        ECHO. The DOOR FLIES OPEN: Bellatrix, Greyback and the
        others.

                                BELLATRIX
                  Well now, look what we have here.
                  Dumbledore. Wandless and alone.
                                (MORE)
                                                         (CONTINUED)

      HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07      133.
132     CONTINUED: (5)                                          132
                                 BELLATRIX (CONT'D)
                   Cornered in his own castle. Well
                   done, Draco.

        Harry peers up, eyes flashing angrily at the sound of
        Bellatrix's voice. He draws his wand slowly.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Good evening, Bellatrix. I think
                  introductions are in order.

                                BELLATRIX
                  Love to, Albus. But I'm afraid
                  we're on a bit of a tight
                  schedule.
                       (to Malfoy)
                  Do it.
        Malfoy's wand rises once again. Harry raises his own,
        aiming through the grid, poised. Just then, a SHADOW
        splinters through the columns to his right. He looks,
        finds Snape, quiet as a ghost, peering upward.
        Carefully, Snape draws his wand, then turns to Harry, a
        finger to his lips: Shhh. Then he is drifting upward.
        Silent. A ghost again.

                                 GREYBACK
                  He doesn't have the stomach. Like
                  his father. Let me finish him.
                  In my own way.

                                BELLATRIX
                  No! The Dark Lord was clear. The
                  boy's to do it. Go on, Draco.
                  Now!
        Once again Draco raises his wand, his hand trembling.
        Harry's own arm is stiff, sure. The vein in his hand
        pulsates...

                                SNAPE (O.S.)
                  No.

        Harry watches Snape come INTO VIEW.

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Severus...

                                BELLATRIX
                  Well, look who's here. Hogwarts
                  own Defense Against the Dark Arts
                  teacher. Come to see the
                  slaughter?

                                DUMBLEDORE
                  Severus... please.
                                                         (CONTINUED)

     134.
132      CONTINUED: (6)                                             132
                                 SNAPE
                   I gave my word. I made a vow...

         Harry's eyes dart back and forth frantically, trying to
         make sense of the scene playing out above. Snape's arm
         rises.

                                    SNAPE
                   Avada Kedavra!
         A JET of GREEN LIGHT hits Dumbledore squarely in the
         chest. For a second he hangs, suspended upon the
         ramparts, and then... the night swallows him.

         HARRY SCREAMS in RAGE. Bellatrix raises her wand to the
         sky and a DEAFENING BLAST shakes the castle, masking
         Harry's cry. The CLOUDS EXPLODE with GRIM LIGHT,
         mutating into a SKULL. As the Death Eaters flee, Snape's
         arm drops limply to his side.

                                 SNAPE
                   You can no longer stay here.

         Draco, stunned, stares at the empty place where
         Dumbledore stood only seconds before. Snape takes him by
         the scruff of the neck, forces him through the door, then
         follows.

         Harry scrambles up the stairs and lurches to the
         ramparts, BATHED IN THE GREEN LIGHT from above. He peers
         down. Agony wrecks Harry's face and he has to steady
         himself. He looks up into the leering skull above. Rage
         fills his eyes.


132A     EXT. ASTRONOMY TOWER - SAME TIME - NIGHT                  132A
         Snape leads Malfoy and Bellatrix down the spiraling
         staircase.


132B     INT. SLUGHORN'S CORRIDOR - NIGHT                          132B

         Snape leads on, his face a mask as he rounds a corner.
         STUDENTS in pajamas and robes peer at the emerald sky,
         then turn, stare curiously at their teacher and his
         companions. Snape sweeps past wordlessly. Draco averts
         his eyes. Bellatrix leers at a TINY FIRST YEAR, leans
         close:

                                    BELLATRIX
                   Boo.

       HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07      134A.


132C      INT. OUTSIDE GREAT HALL - NIGHT                           132C

          Hearing FOOTSTEPS, an AUROR turns, is BLASTED off his
          feet as Snape and the others appear. Bellatrix lags,
          then steps to the TOWERING DOORS of the Hall, peering
          upward, past the FLOATING CANDLES to the vaulted ceiling,
          solemn as a church. Raising her wand, she sends a FIERY
          BOLT toward the GRAND WINDOW opposite. As it EXPLODES, a
          BLAST of COLD AIR sweeps the room, EXTINGUISHING THE
          CANDLES. Snape turns, looks back. Bellatrix simply
          GRINS, a mad child.


132D      INT. CORRIDOR - SAME TIME - NIGHT                         132D

          As Bellatrix's BLAST ECHOES, Ron and Hermione -- racing
          side by side in their regular clothes -- glance at one
          another, dash on.


132E      EXT. CASTLE - SAME TIME - NIGHT                           132E

          Filch, on guard, looks up, watches SHARDS OF GLASS spill
          from the window like jewels, standing transfixed as the
          fragments lash his face, draw blood.


132F      INT. CORRIDOR - SAME TIME - NIGHT                         132F

          Harry races on, glances out a window and sees Snape and
          the others racing across a lower courtyard.


132G      EXT. LOWER COURTYARD - SAME TIME - NIGHT                  132G

          Malfoy slows, glancing upward, watching the students come
          to the windows and peer out at the emerald sky. They
          look like ghosts in their nightclothes.

                                  BELLATRIX
                    Draco! Draco!
                         (as he turns)
                    They'll kill you if you stay.


132H      INT. CORRIDOR - SAME TIME - NIGHT                         132H

          Hermione and Ron push through the other students, who are
          confused, crying. McGonagall appears, meets Ron and
          Hermione's glance, continues on.

       HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07       134B.


132I      EXT. HAGRID'S HUT/GROUNDS - SAME TIME - NIGHT            132I

          Quiet here. A VIEW TOWARD the castle. We HOLD. Slowly
          FIGURES appear on the horizon. The Death Eaters.
          Greyback. Bellatrix, Draco. And Snape.


133       EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - NIGHT                                133

          Harry bursts through the entrance doors, wand in hand.
          Before him, the grounds shimmer eerily in the GREEN GLOW.
          He sees the FIGURES FLEEING towards Hagrid's Hut.


134       EXT. HAGRID'S HUT / GROUNDS - SAME TIME - NIGHT             134

          Snape and the others race toward the edge of the grounds.
          Suddenly, Snape pulls up, looks back. Sees Harry
          sprinting toward him. Malfoy, looking edgy, is watching
          Harry too.

                                  SNAPE
                    Go on!




                                                            (CONTINUED)

   135.
134     CONTINUED:                                                134
        Just then a GIANT FIREBALL erupts into the sky. Snape
        wheels, sees Bellatrix and the others silhouetted against
        the flames. They've set Hagrid's Hut ablaze. Malfoy
        stands paralyzed.

                                  SNAPE
                  Go on!

        NEW ANGLE - HARRY

        Running. Harry bolts forth, wand in hand, vengeance in
        his eyes. Up ahead, Snape stands stolidly, tall and
        black against the raging fire. Harry points his wand,
        fires a JET of RED LIGHT. Snape doesn't move, merely
        lets it streak by his head. Harry stops, chest heaving,
        and takes aim again.
                                  HARRY
                  Cruciatus!
        Snape raises his wand, parries the curse with ease.

                                  HARRY
                  Incacerata!
        Once again, Snape deflects the spell.

                                  HARRY
                  Impedimenta!
        Another lazy flick of the arm, another curse defeated.
        Harry drops his arm in frustration.

                                  HARRY
                  Fight!    Fight back, you coward!
        With staggering quickness, Snape's wand whips forth and
        Harry is off his heels and crashing to the earth.

                                 SNAPE
                  Don't ever associate that word and
                  my name again.

        Harry raises himself up on one knee, points his wand
        when... a JET of RED LIGHT sends him crashing back into
        the grass. Snape wheels, sees Bellatrix standing behind.

                                 SNAPE
                  No!   He belongs to the Dark Lord!

        Bellatrix eyes Snape levelly, then turns, trots off.
        Snape glances at Harry, then turns away himself, walking.
        Harry grimaces, pulls himself to his feet and aims one
        last time.
                                                         (CONTINUED)

    136.
134     CONTINUED: (2)                                             134
                                  HARRY
                  Sectumsempra!
        Bang! Snape wheels and once more sends Harry flying onto
        his back. Harry stares at the stars as they wheel over
        him, when Snape comes INTO VIEW.

                                SNAPE
                  You dare use my own spells against
                  me, Potter?

        Harry goes still.   His eyes shift, meet Snape's.

                                SNAPE
                  You may have gotten your mother's
                  eyes, but you're as dim as your
                  father. Yes. It's me. I'm the
                  Half-Blood Prince.

        Snape kicks Harry's wand aside and turns away, joining
        Malfoy and the others where they wait beyond the flaming
        ruins of Hagrid's Hut. They head for the darkness of the
        treeline. And VANISH. Harry pounds his fist into the
        ground, then stops.

                                HARRY
                  Hagrid... HAGRID!

        Harry races toward the hut when the DOOR flies off its
        hinges. Seconds later, Hagrid stumbles out, beard
        SMOKING.

                                 HARRY
                  Hagrid!   You alright?

                                HAGRID
                  Take more'n tha' ter finish me
                  off. Not sure about me `ouse,
                  tho'. But if anybody can put it
                  righ', Dumbledore can.

                                HARRY
                  Hagrid, Dumbledore --

                                HAGRID
                  Only thing I can't reckon is wha'
                  Snape was doin' with tha' lot.

        Hagrid turns then, sees the HUGE THRONG of STUDENTS and
        STAFF assembled outside the castle.




                                                            (CONTINUED)

       HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07       137.
134      CONTINUED: (3)                                           134
                                  HAGRID
                    An' wha's this wi' the Dark Mar'?
                    Who's been killed?
                         (stopping)
                    Where's Dumbledore, `arry?
                    Where's Dumbledore!!
         Harry tries to speak, but he is mute.   Hagrid goes still.


135      EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - MIDDLE COURTYARD - NIGHT             135

         Ron, Hermione and Ginny stand with the staff. They turn
         and watch the throng of students part for Harry and
         Hagrid.

         Hagrid stops short, shattered by what he sees. Harry
         pushes on, kneels. Dumbledore's eyes are closed, his
         face peaceful. Harry straightens his half-moon
         spectacles, wipes a trickle of blood from his mouth.
         Runs the back of his hand, gently, over the weathered
         cheek.

         Then he notices something lying beside Dumbledore's ashen
         hand: the locket. He takes it, considers it numbly.
         Then begins to cry, great shudders of grief wracking his
         body. Hermione gives Ginny a nudge and she steps
         forward, drops beside him. At her touch, his head falls
         on her shoulder and she begins to stroke him. Ron looks
         on. Understands all.

         McGonagall lifts a trembling wand to the sky and slowly
         the TIP GLOWS to life. One after another, students and
         staff do the same, lifting their wands in salute. As
         CAMERA RISES, the pinpricks coalesce into one BLAZING
         FIRE. The sky, briefly emerald, turns black once more.
         The Dark Mark vanishes.


136      EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - DAY                                  136

         The castle sits silent.   BLACK BANNERS fly on the
         parapets.


136A     EXT. BRIDGE - DAY                                         136A     

         Silent.   Desolate.                                                


137      INT. GREAT HALL - DAY                                       137

         Dumbledore's chair -- empty.   The House tables -- empty.

      HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07     137A.


138      INT. CORRIDOR - DAY                                       138

         A tapestry tosses lightly in the breeze. The PERCH in            
         the empty birdcage sways, SQUEAKING gently.                      

   138.


139     INT. DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE - DAY                               139

        Quiet.   Still.   Empty.   Then:                                    

        The door eases OPEN and Harry enters. For a moment, he              
        simply stands staring. Taking inventory. Spying                     
        something, he crosses to the great desk opposite. Looks             
        down.                                                               

        Dumbledore's wand.                                                  

        Reaching out, Harry takes it in hand. Old, oft-used and             
        bearing the impression of its owner's fingers, it is a              
        strangely beautiful object. Harry traces his thumb                  
        lightly over the wood, transfixed, when...                          

        ... McGonagall enters.                                              
                                   PROFESSOR McGONAGALL                     
                   Potter.                                                  

        He doesn't respond, lost in the wand. McGonagall's eyes             
        drift to it, briefly, then study Harry's face. She                  
        frowns, trying to call forth some words.                            

                                 PROFESSOR McGONAGALL                       
                   Potter, in light of what's                               
                   happened... should you feel the                          
                   need to talk to someone...                               

        She falters. Harry gently sets the wand back upon the               
        desk, retraces his steps to the door, pauses for one last           
        look.                                                               

                                 PROFESSOR McGONAGALL                       
                   You should know... Professor                             
                   Dumbledore...                                            

        Harry turns then, studying her drawn face, no words                 
        necessary. At a loss, she finishes quietly:                         

                                 PROFESSOR McGONAGALL                       
                   You meant a great deal to him.                           

        Harry's eyes rise. High upon the wall, the past                     
        Headmasters snooze in their frames. The last looks                  
        remarkably peaceful, the trace of a smile on his lips as            
        he sleeps.                                                          

        Dumbledore.                                                         

        Harry nods, lingering one last moment, and exits.                   

                                                                            

      HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07       138A.


140      INT. TOWER DORMITORY - DAY                                  140

         Harry stands at the window, alone in the empty dormitory.
         At the doorway, he looks back. As if committing it to
         memory.


141      INT. COMMON ROOM - DAY (MOMENTS LATER)                      141

         Harry starts down the stairs, stops. Hermione, Ron and
         Ginny sit talking quietly. Ginny looks up. Smiles
         softly.


142      EXT. ASTRONOMY TOWER - DAY                                  142

         Harry and Hermione stand by the ramparts while Ron and             
         Ginny stand further along, just out of earshot. Harry              
         stares into the distance at the ashes of Hagrid's Hut.
         Hermione toys with the locket before them.                         

                                 HERMIONE                                   
                   Do you think he would've done it.
                   Draco?

                                 HARRY
                   No. He was lowering his wand.     In
                   the end, it was Snape. It was
                   always Snape. And I did
                   nothing...

         Hermione studies Harry, takes the locket from the                  
         rampart.

                                 HERMIONE                                   
                   Strange. Thinking this is a piece                        
                   of Voldemort's soul...

                                    HARRY
                   Yeah, strange.     Only... it's not.                     
                   It's a fake.                                             

         As Hermione reacts, Harry nods.                                    
                                                                            
                                  HARRY
                   Go on.   Open it.                                        




                                                          (CONTINUED)

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        Hermione pries open the locket and removes a piece of           
        PARCHMENT folded in a tight square. READS:

                                HERMIONE                                
                  `To the Dark Lord. I know I will
                  be dead long before you read this
                  but I want you to know that it was
                  I who discovered your secret. I
                  have stolen the real Horcrux and
                  intend to destroy it as soon as I
                  can. I face death in the hope
                  that when you meet your match, you
                  will be mortal once more. R.A.B.'
                       (looking up)
                  R.A.B.?

                                HARRY
                  Dunno. But whoever they are, they
                  have the real Horcrux. Which
                  means, it was a waste. All of it.

        Hermione studies Harry's troubled face, then glances at         
        Ginny and Ron.                                                  

                                HERMIONE                                
                  Ron's okay with it, you know. You                     
                  and Ginny. But if I were you,                         
                  when he's around, I'd keep the                        
                  snogging to a minimum.

        Hermione smiles faintly, trying to cheer him, but Harry         
        merely nods, looks away again.                                  

                                HARRY
                  I'm not coming back, Hermione.                        
        Hermione nods.                                                  

                                HERMIONE                                
                  We reckoned -- Ron and me.                            

                                HARRY
                  I have to finish what Dumbledore                      
                  started. I'm not sure where that                      
                  will lead me... but I'll let you                      
                  and Ron konw where I am -- when I                     
                  can. (ALT: I have to finish what                      
                  Dumbledore started. And... I have                     
                  to do it alone.)                                      

                                HERMIONE                                
                  I've always admired your courage,                     
                  Harry, but sometimes... you're                        
                  really thick.                                         
                                                                        
                                                         (CONTINUED)

      HARRY POTTER... HALF-BLOOD PRINCE - Rev. 11/6/07      140.
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        Harry turns, looking at her in surprise.                        

                                HERMIONE
                  You don't honestly think you can                      
                  find all those Horcruxes by                           
                  yourself, do you?                                     
                       (leaning in; a                                   
                        whisper)                                        
                                                                        
                  You need us, Harry.
        Harry just stares at her. She cocks her head, smiling,          
        doing her best to coax one out of him. Finally, he does,        
        briefly.                                                        

                                HARRY                                   
                  Yeah. I do. But do me a favor.                        
                  When I'm around? Keep the                             
                  snogging to a minimum.                                

        Hermione looks stunned.   Reddens.                              

                                HERMIONE                                
                  Like that's going to happen.                          

        She glances at Ron, shakes her head.                            

                                HERMIONE                                
                  Besides, he's barking.                                

                                HARRY                                   
                  Funny, he says the same about you.                    

                                HERMIONE                                
                  Yes, but I'm exceptionally                            
                  perceptive.                                           
                                HARRY                                   
                  You're brilliant. You both are.                       

        Harry looks off again and Hermione follows his gaze. She        
        looks out over the grounds. Slowly losing herself. We           
        can tell. She's taking inventory. Pressing it into a            
        scrapbook.                                                      

                                HERMIONE                                
                  Do you think we'll ever... (come                      
                  back?)                                                

        She stops. Her eyes glisten briefly. Then she fights it         
        back. Tough. Harry fights back his own emotion, reaches         
        over and gives her hand a brief squeeze. Then releases          
        her.                                                            
                                                                        


                                                         (CONTINUED)

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                                  HARRY
                  I don't know.                                        

        Hermione nods and Harry's eyes shift, consider Ron and         
        Ginny. As if sensing his gaze, Ron turns and they              
        exchange a look, something unspoken but true passing           
        between them.                                                  

        Just then a SONG rises on the air, mournful and haunting,      
        and seconds later a BIRD soars out from beyond the             
        tallest turret and begins to stitch its way across the         
        sky.                                                           

        Ron and Ginny cross to Harry and Hermione, lean against        
        the rampart. All look to the horizon, watching the bird        
        grow smaller while its song -- magically -- endures.           
        No one says a word.                                            

                                                         FADE OUT.



                                  THE END


Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince



Writers :   Steve Kloves  J.K. Rowling
Genres :   Action  Adventure  Family  Fantasy  Mystery  Romance


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