Here is the entire script for All 8 of the Harry Potter Movies Start Reading. Table of Contents. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer/Philosopher Stone. Chapter 1. But Dobby had to come. Dobby has to protect Harry Potter- to warn him. Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year!. HARRY POTTER AND THE SORCERER'S STONE. soundofheaven.info Steve Kloves Based on the novel by J.K. Rowling Shooting Draft: 11/09/
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Harry flies desperately after, Dobby bouncing like a ping-pong ball down the stairs and into the kitchen. As. Harry races in, he finds Dobby on the counter. If you want PARTS or this WHOLE SCRIPT, PLEASE, PLEASE E-MAIL ME. It was hard Harry Potter. HARRY POTTER AND THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE. HARRY POTTER. AND THE. PRISONEROF AZKABAN by. Steve Kloves. Based on the book by. J.K. Rowling. FULL TAN DRAFT. February
Harry turns to Hermione, hoping she has an explanation, but she just shakes her head, staring up ahead as I sense its allegiance has changed. I cant be sure. Scabior grabs Harrys arm, pushes his face up to the iron bars. But would someone tell me: He knows what we took. Harry comes into the kitchen, dressed in rags.
RON Then youre on our side. I take no. Alone, yes. Griphook stares impassively at him, silent. He glances at the Sword of Gryffindor, which stands in the corner. Why did Bellatrix Lestrange think it should be in her vault at Gringotts? Harry and the goblin stare at each other, as if testing one another.
Finally, Harry speaks: We didnt steal it. Griphook nods, pondering this. It was placed there this past summer. Only a goblin would recognize that this is the true Sword of Gryffindor. RON Who put it there? The fake.
There are more than a few curious things in the vaults at Gringotts. I have gold. The goblin twists the curl at his chin Harry starts to respond, but the goblin cuts him off with finality.
Ron and Hermione look shocked. Griphook extends his hand. She kept asking you what else wed taken. Id bet anything theres a Horcrux there. If we find it, we can kill it. And if we kill it, were one step closer to killing him. RON And if we find one? Howre we supposed to destroy it if weve given Griphook the sword? FLEUR exits the room ahead, a half-empty bowl in hand. Seeing Harry, she stops, effectively barring the door. Attempts a feeble smile. Ollivander, I need to ask you a few questions.
Ollivander takes one in hand. Twelve and three quarter inches. This belongs to Bellatrix Lestrange. Unicorn hair. Ten inches. Reasonably pliant. This was the wand of Draco Malfoy. I sense its allegiance has changed. Can think. That much has always been clear to those of us who have studied wandlore. Harry nods, pondering the wand that Ollivander returns to him, then speaks: Ollivander eyes Harry with surprise. And a hint of fear. It is said that to possess them all is to make oneself the Master of Death.
But few truly believe such objects exist -But you, sir?
You know one exists and you told him about it. You told him about the Elder Wand and where to go looking for it. Besides, I conveyed only rumors. Ollivander blinks.
Well leave you to get some rest now. The trio begins to exit. If its true, what you say, that he has the Elder Wand, Im afraid you really dont stand a chance. RON Youre sure its hers? Harry turns to the two wands on the table -- the ones he showed Ollivander -- and extends the longest to Hermione. RON You heard Ollivander. Harrys now. How can I hold it and not feel Hermione looks him in the eye, then takes it.
RON How will we know what it is when we get in there? After all, a Horcrux can be anything. I cant explain. RON Thats a bit scary. I just know.
When ones near. Bill and Fleur. Its perfect. Fleur lays the cloak in Hermiones hands, then steps back next to Bill. He studies the trio. BILL Youre leaving, arent you. Bill nods, staring off briefly. If youve struck any kind of bargain with Griphook, you must be exceptionally careful to live up to it. If you dont The trio sits in silence. Watches Bill withdraw.
Harry ponders the mirror shard, turning it from sky to sea when: LUNA O. The sky has lost a star. LUNA My father used to say that when a child died.
She looks up, smiles. Dobby knew exactly where to find us. Thats why we dont need to talk about it. She continues to smile. She nods, looks to the sea. Its not the same. RON O. Always good value. Ill miss her. Ron studies the mirror as Harry turns it over in his palm. RON You want to tell me what that is? He had a matching piece.
He said if I ever needed him, all I had to do was look into it. RON You mean he could see you? I dont know. He died before I ever got to use it. The thing is RON Go on. As Ron reacts, Harrys eyes shift. Bellatrix Lestrange and Griphook, clutching the sword, approach from the cottage. RON Bloody hell RON Hideous. Hold still Hermione poises her wand tip over the bit of ginger pushing through the brown of Rons hair. RON Couldnt do anything about that bit in the back thats always flipping up, could you?
Dead annoying -Hermione casts Bellatrixs malevolent gaze upon him. RON Never mind. Im good. Harry eyes Griphook, who is studying the sword. Hermione extends the beaded bag. Griphook eyes Harry and then, grudgingly, lets the sword drop within. The Warlock eyes her oddly, then continues on. As Hermione retreats back into the alley, Griphook emerges from the shadows, his voice harsh and mocking. Good morning? Youre Bellatrix Lestrange, not some dewy-eyed schoolgirl!
RON Hey. Hes right. As Ron pitches the cloak over them Hermione and Ron mount the steps, A long counter. Goblins perched on high stools. As the door closes, the room returns to its eerie silence. Hermione glances at Ron. Very well. Excuse me, wont you?
Hermiones tone is harsh, authoritative. She turns to Ron, raises an eyebrow. He nods, mouths Well done, then looks away, eyeing the guards stationed about the room.
One looks up, meets his gaze. Ron turns, sees the Tall Goblin eyeing him. Ron frowns, takes in the scene again. Ron fidgets, eyes the guard again, who is looking at him more closely now. Ron runs a finger under his collar, shifts his eyes to the Aged Goblin who continues to consult with the one known as Bogrod.
Bogrod says something and they both glance at Hermione. They know! Ron stiffens, turns slightly toward the empty spot to his left.
RON What do you mean? They know shes an imposter! Theyve been warned! Ron looks back, watches the two goblins return to Hermione. Would you mind presenting your wand? Just then, the guard across the room begins to walk toward Ron. Rons eyes dance.
RON Harry, what do we do? No response. Ron extends his hand as casually as he can, finds only empty space. Bogrod eyes her intensely. The guard approaching Ron shifts his gaze briefly to the entrance, as do the Aged Goblin and Bogrod. None see Harrys hand slip from the cloak, his wand pointed at Bogrod. Bogrod, there have been special instructions regarding the Lestrange vault. Im also aware the Lestranges are one of our oldest and most respected families.
Ive run this bank for forty-five years, long before anyone had even heard of a Death Eater. The day may come that they feel they can run this place better than me, but that day has not yet arrived. Am I understood! The Aged Goblin hesitates, then nods. Bogrod turns to. The guard glances at Ron, then reluctantly heads for the entrance. Ron quickly falls in line behind Hermione as Bogrod leads them out of the Hall. Harry leans toward Griphook, who commandeers the cart.
Harrys eyes meet Griphooks in the flickering darkness, then Rons face appears over Harrys shoulder. Whats that? RON Up ahead. Ron points. He doesnt answer, furiously preoccupied with the cart. Harry turns to Hermione, hoping she has an explanation, but she just shakes her head, staring up ahead as Griphook slumps back, powerless, watching in grim resignation as the cart careens wildly down the rail and PIERCES the shimmering curtain. The seats beneath them collapse, flipping downward and They drop.
Harry turns to Hermione as she pockets her wand. Hermione is soaking wet and looks like Griphook nods to the waterfall. Washes away all enchantments. Can be deadly. RON You dont say. Before the trio can savor this tidbit: They all turn, seeing a soaking Bogrod, cleansed of the Imperius curse, backing away in angry confusion. You have no rights here anymore. When you gave up your keys, you -Hermione and Harry raise their wands.
RON Imperio! Bogrod blinks, resumes his mild demeanor. Harry and Hermione turn, see Ron, wand outstretched.
Griphook steps past, pushes Bogrod on. Too late. The trio watch the goblins go, exchange a glance. Ron cocks his ear in disbelief. As Harry and Hermione hang back, Ron moves forward slowly, squinting. Something massive shifts heavily. He looks: Its scales are pale and flaky, its eyes milky. Bloody hell. RON Thats a Welsh. As he steps into the light, he tosses it to Hermione. She glances from it to Griphook, sees him eyeing her with a strange intensity.
She looks unsure. The dragon rears back instantly, howling in fear, then, as the ringing subsides, settles. Ron nods knowingly. RON Its been trained to expect pain when it hears the noise. In other words The trio eye the dragon, nod. Bogrod holds up his hand, waggles it. Griphook nods, eyes the dragon.
Its eyes glimmer angrily. Griphook raises the instrument The cacophony is murderous. Harry, Ron and Hermione grimace. Bogrod strides forth, blissfully ignoring the dragons bobbing head and presses his hand to the vaults door. In the ensuing silence, the dragon spits FIRE RON Blimey Hermione crosses to what appears to be the Sword of Gryffindor.
The others notice and go silent, watching. Griphook eyes Harry with particular curiosity. Finally, Ron speaks. Harry doesnt respond, his wandlight continuing to travel over the small treasures above. Gradually, a HUM rises in his ears and he closes his eyes. He opens his eyes Everything you touch will burn and multiply! The multiplying bowls skitter across the floor and flip into the air.
As one caroms off Rons shoe, it bursts into twenty more. Instantly, the room is a RIOT of multiplying white-hot metal. The real one. Hermione reaches into her beaded bag, tosses it to Harry, who catches it by the hilt.
Griphooks eyes glitter greedily at the sight of it. Instantly, Harry begins to scale the multiplying mountain of objects, climbing towards the cup. As the sizzling surface shifts beneath his feet he moves upward, beads of sweat trailing over his forehead. Suddenly, halfway up, he SLIPS and -instinctively -- to keep from falling, he reaches out and plants the flesh of his palm against the shifting slope.
RON Keep going! Reaching out, he extends his arm -further, then further still -- and slips the swords tip through the cups handle. Harry looks down, sees a terrified Bogrod pinned against the door, watching as Griphook sinks beneath the rising tide. Ron dashes forward, grabs Griphooks fingers as hes about to go under and yanks the blistered Goblin free. Harry turns and sees the swelling mountain has reached the ceiling and -- with nowhere else to go -- is about to spill itself down upon him.
Turning back Harry leaps. He plummets, feet first, soaring through the air, then crashes down on the swelling treasure. The sword -- and cup -- fly free. RON The cup! Harry dives into the scalding treasure, hand outstretched, and catches it.
Hermione holds her beaded bag before Harry and he jams it inside. As they turn for the door, they stop. Griphook holds the sword, the real sword, in his hands, turning the blade in the light. Griphook looks up. A kind of madness burns in his eyes. I never said anything about getting you out. But Griphook merely looks back, grins madly and, sword in hand, rushes to join the approaching throng.
RON Foul little git. Least weve got Bogrod. RON Thats unfortunate. But its mad. Harry and Ron eye the approaching throng, turn back to Hermione with looks of mild panic. Steeling herself, she raises her wand. RON Thats your idea? Harry fires stunning spells toward the goblins as he pelts toward the dragon and flings himself onto its neck.
Hermione and Ron jump up behind. The dragon doesnt move. Ex Cappa! Ron and Harry glance at each other and then -as if reading each others mind -- raise their wands high and, as one, JAB the dragon with the tip of their wands. As it caroms off the sides of the tunnel and scrapes the ceiling, the trio duck, watching the goblins scatter like skittles and dust and debris rain down.
It soars by, wings flapping, eyes blind, gulping fresh air. Pillars spill, goblins dive for cover. RON That was brilliant! Ron looks down, realizes hes on a dragon, several hundred feet in the air. Goes a bit green. RON Bloody hell. Those Goblins that survived straggle over the rubble -- and the occasional dead colleague -- toward the exits. Among them, a familiar figure emerges Clutching the sword of Gryffindor, he bumps past his dazed brethren, taking an agitated glance over his shoulder as he hurries on before turning back round Harry slides a few inches.
He peers up, past the beasts head. The dragon circles, lower and lower. RON I say we jump! A lake shimmers. Harrys body twists, feet kicking for the surface as As his.
We must find out just how much he knows. We must return to our hiding places and see if the others are safe. It is Griphook, eyes blank, body still. As we watch, the sword slowly Seconds later, Ron and Hermione break the surface.
Ron and Hermione, both dripping wet, eye Harry. He knows we broke into Gringotts. He knows what we took. He knows were hunting Horcruxes. Never mind! RON What did you see? But hes scared too. Hes going to make sure the other Horcruxes are safe. RON What happens when he finds out four are gone? Theres more: And Rowena Ravenclaw. I think it must have something to do with her. We have to go there, now.
We plan, we get there and all hell breaks loose. RON Fraid hes right. One problem: Snapes Headmaster now. We cant just walk in the front door. To Honeydukes. Take the secret passage in the cellar. Harry looks off then, over the lake, in the direction the dragon flew off. In the past, I could always follow his thoughts. Now everything feels disconnected. RON Maybe its because of the Horcruxes. Maybe hes growing weaker.
Maybe hes dying. Its more like hes wounded. If anything, he feels more dangerous. Just beyond lies Honeydukes. They glance about when Instantly, the trio pelt for Honeydukes. The trio turn on their heels and vanish into the mist. Ive got them! We know youre here, Potter. Theres no getting away. Perhaps you need some convincing. RON Whats he mean by that? Ron and Harry. As Harry draws his wand, Hermiones hand covers his.
The night grows darker, the streetlights dim. The trios breath drifts visibly in the gathering chill. As the Dementors descend, the trio grimace, beset by bleak thoughts. A tear escapes Hermiones eye, trails down her cheek. Finally, Harry can take it no more. Its him! He gestures toward a rickety wooden staircase, brings a finger to his lips: Just then, Hermione and Ron enter the room. RON Did you get a look at him! Hearing this, Harry slips the mirror from his pocket.
In here! He glances down at the piece in his palm, sees Hermiones eye looking out at him. Just then, Aberforths hulking form appears on the landing. What were you thinking coming here? The room goes quiet. The man turns, eyes Harry. Its you Ive been seeing -- here. Its you who sent Dobby.
Harry holds up his shard. Aberforth eyes it briefly. I liked that elf. Harry nods to the shard in Hermiones hand. Albus told me. He also told me that youd likely be hacked off if you ever found out I had it. But ask yourself where youd be if I didnt. Harry doesnt respond.
Reckon youre hungry. Lets get you fed, then think of the best way to get you out of here. Not his first. From the Order? You-KnowWhos won. Anyone who says otherwise is kidding themselves. The trio exchange glances. Dumbledore gave us a job to do. Did he now? An awkward silence, the tension heavy. We think the last ones in the school. But well need your help getting in.
We need to get into Hogwarts tonight. Aberforth stares at him for a moment, until the silence grows. Do yourself a favor boy. Go home. Live a little longer. What makes you think you can believe anything my brother told you! In all the time you knew him, did he ever mention my name? Did he ever mention hers? Aberforth gestures to the painting of the girl. Keep secrets? I trusted him. Did you now? A boy who goes chasing Horcruxes on the word of a man who wont even tell him where to start.
Youre lying. Not just to me, which doesnt matter, but to yourself as well. Thats what a fool does.
So Ill ask you again. There must be a reason. Why do you trust anything my brother ever said to you? Harry stands mute, his face at war with itself. For a moment, its unclear which competing emotion will win out, then -- finally -- he speaks, his voice steady. Because if I dont, I dont know who I am anymore. Ive lost too many people to lie down now. Im not interested in what happened between you and your brother, I dont even care that youve given up.
I trust the man I knew. Im going to see this through. After several seconds, Aberforths gaze shifts The girl smiles, turns, and walks away, growing slowly smaller in the painting with each step she takes. Your sister. Shes beautiful. Ron and Harry glance at each other, confused. This hangs. Potter, in his journey to find power, including her.
She was devoted to him -- he gave her everything, but time. Aberforth looks to the empty frame. Aberforth stares hard at Hermione, nods curtly, exits.
As he disappears Ron looks to Hermione to explain her Thank you. Kept an eye on us in that mirror. That doesnt seem like someone whos given up, does it? Ron and Harry exchange a glance, eye the empty doorway.
And shes got someone with her! RON Whos that with her? I told them all! Harry Potter would never abandon Hogwarts! Harry pelts forward Long hair. Gashed face. Swollen eye. Clothes ripped and torn. I reckon. This is nothing. Seamus is worse. Youll see. Neville embraces them, then turns to Aberforth. There might be a couple more people on the way. The trio turns, see Aberforth standing in the doorway, watching Ariana drift back into the canvas. Neville turns to Harry, Ron and Hermione.
Smiles again. The seven secret passages were sealed off before the start of the year. This is the only way in or out now. The grounds are crawling with Death Eaters and Dementors. Snape as Headmaster. Its the Carrows you have to watch out for.
Theyre in charge of discipline. Like punishment, the Carrows. Neville points to a GASH on his face. But why? On First Years. I refused. Hogwarts has changed. The others look shocked. Neville grins.
Dont be grim. Were all used to it by now. And the thing is, it helps when people stand up, gives everyone hope. I used to notice that when you did it, Harry.
Cmon, were almost there. The trio exchange glances, follow Neville. Looks back. Listen up, you lot! Ive brought you a surprise! Not more of Aberforths cooking, I hope. Be a surprise if we could digest it. Neville looks back, jerks his head toward the open door. Harry, Ron and Hermione step forward, duck through and Faces turn. Utter silence.
Madness ensues as the trio is swallowed up in a scrum of backslaps and handshakes. Many familiar faces are present. Dean Thomas. Do you read?
I repeat, has struck Stand down! Lets not kill them before You-Know-Who gets the chance! Whats the plan, Harry?
Harry gazes out over the expectant faces in the room, noting the hollow eyes and broken bodies and the desperate, almost palpable desire for hope.
For a moment he seems lost, awed by the sacrifice his friends have made, much of it for him. Finally, he speaks: Theres something we need to find, something hidden here in the castle. It could help us defeat You-Know-Who. DEAN Where is it? He studies it, a notion forming. It would be small, easy to conceal, valuable.
Any ideas? He looks up. For a moment, theres no response, then:. RON under his breath Oh, bloody hell. Here we go. Hasnt anyone ever heard of it? Its quite famous. CHO Yes, but Luna, its lost. For centuries now. Theres not a person alive today whos seen it. Her fellow Ravenclaws nod. Ron frowns. RON Excuse me. But would someone tell me: CHO Its a kind of crown. You know,. As she says this, Harry frowns, trying to think if hes seen such a thing in the castle.
CHO Ravenclaws was rumored to have magical properties, to enhance the wisdom of the wearer. She stops, staring at Harry. Ron smiles, about to speak, then notices Ginnys eyes have not left Harry. He frowns, speaks to Hermione.
I mean, Im only her brother. Theres only one Harry. RON Shut up, Seamus. He knows that Harry was spotted in Hogsmeade. They walk grimly, their faces blank, as if accustomed to such exercises. Wouldnt want me to have to pay a visit to Daddy again, would you?
Harry slips past a few people, reaches out and She doesnt look back, knows its him, knows his touch. No one sits. Harry is nowhere to be seen. As Snape enters, the room goes slowly silent. It has come to my attention that earlier this evening Harry Potter was sighted in Hogsmeade.
McGonagalls eyes glisten with curiosity. Snape raises his voice, briefly, to quell the noise in the Hall. We have, for some time, considered Mr. Potters return to Hogwarts to be not only possible but inevitable. Consequently, in the past several months and under my specific direction, exhaustive defensive strategies have been employed to defeat any attempt Mr. Potter might make to breach these walls. But know this. Should anyone -student or staff -- attempt to aid Mr.
Potter, that person will be punished in a manner consistent with the severity of their transgression. Rest assured: Snape raises a hand. Dumbledore'll be wanting his Now, uh, your train leaves in 10 minutes. Here's your ticket. Stick to it, Harry that's very important. Stick to your ticket. Harry looks at his golden ticket. But Hagrid, there must be a mistake. There's no such thing Harry is walking down lane between trains.
A man rushes by. Harry sees a train master. Excuse me, excuse me. Excuse me, Sir. Think youre being funny, do ya? A woman, daughter, and four boys walk by, pushing carts. It's the same year after year. Always packed with Muggles, of course. Come on. All right, Percy , you first. A tall boy with red hair comes forward and runs towards a brick wall. Amazingly, he disappears right into it. Fred , you next. He's not Fred , I am! Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother!
Oh, I'm sorry, George.
I'm only joking. I am Fred. Harry shakes his head in disbelief. Excuse me! C-could you tell me how to. How to get on the platform? Yes, not to worry, dear. It's Ron' s first time to Hogwarts as well. Best do it at a bit of a run if youre nervous.
Ginny daughter: Good luck. Harry takes a breath and runs at the wall. He shuts his eyes and emerges on the other side a magnificent station with a red train and bundles of people. A whistle blows, and Harry sighs with relief. The train is traveling through unknown country.
Pan to inside compartment, where Harry is sitting. The red headed boy, RON , appears, dirt on his nose. Excuse me, do you mind? Everywhere else is full. No, not at all. Ron Weasley. I'm Harry. So-so it's true?! I mean, do you really have the The what? Oh, yeah. A trolley comes by the compartment, full of sweets. Anything off the trolley, dears? Eating bundles of sweets. Ron' s rat, Scabbers, is perched on Ron' s knee, a box over its head. Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans?
They mean every flavour! There's chocolate and peppermint, and there's also spinach, liver and tripe. George sweared he got a bogey-flavoured one once!
Harry quickly takes the bean he was chewing out of his mouth. It's only a spell. Besides, it's the cards you want. Each pack's got a famous witch or wizard. I got about meself. Oh, that's rotten luck. They've only got one good jump in them to begin with.
Hey, I got Dumbledore! I got about 6 of him. Hey, he's gone! Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day, can you? Just a little bit. Fred gave me a spell as to turn him yellow. Want to see? Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one. Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then. Sunshine, daises, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!
Nothing happens. Ron shrugs. Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it? Of course I've only tried a few simple spells myself, and they've all worked for me.
For example Harry takes them off, amazed. Holy Cricket, you're Harry Potter. I'm Hermione Granger You two better change into your robes.
I expect we'll be arriving soon. Just there. Darkness, the train blows its whistle and pulls into an outdoor station. Hagrid walks along the side aisle, with a lantern. People begin pouring out of the train. Right, then! First years! This way, please! Come on, now, don't be shy! Come on now, hurry up!
Harry and Ron walk up to Hagrid. Hello, Harry. Hey, Hagrid. Right then. This way to the boats! Come on, now, follow me. A number of boats are plugging across a vast lake, where up ahead a huge castle can be seen.
People are in awe. On a higher level, Professor McGonagall is waiting. She raps her fingers on a stone railing, and then goes to the top of the stairs to greet the newcomers. Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates.
But before you can take your seats you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Now, while you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you house points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup. He jumps forward. The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily. It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.
Draco Malfoy. No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley. Well soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Dont want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there. I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks. Draco glares. McGonagall returns and smacks him on the shoulder with a paper. He retreats with one last glare.
We're ready for you now. She leads everyone through two large doors and into the Great Hall, where there are four long tables with many kids, as well as floating candles. The roof appears to be the sky. It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History. All right, will you wait along here, please? Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbldedore would like to say a few words.
Dumbledore rises from the main table. I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce. The first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students.
Also, our caretaker, Mr. Thank you. When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger. Oh, no. Okay, relax. Mental that one, I'm telling you.
Harry nods in agreement. Sorting Hat: Ah, right then Hermione jumps off with a smile. Draco saunters up proudly. The tattered hat nearly freaks before touching down on Dracos head. There isn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasnt in Slytherin. Susan Bones. A small, redhead goes up. His scar hurts. Harry, what is it? Let's see I know Ronald Weasley.
Ron gulps and walks up. He sits down and the hat is put on. Another Weasley. I know just where to put you Everything goes silent. Harry walks up and sits down. Plenty of courage I see, not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh yes, and a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you? Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. Its all here in your head. And Slytherin will help you on your way to greatness!
There's no doubt about that! Not Slytherin There is an immense cheering and Harry goes to the Gryffindor table. Fred and George are also there, and cheer: We got Potter! Harry sits down. Let the feast Food magically appears on all the tables, and the hall is filled with awe and chatter. Draco looks at all the food, raises his eyebrows and digs in. Ron stuffs his face. I'm half and half.
Me dad's a Muggle. Mam's a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out. Neville laughs. Harry is sitting next to Percy. He leans over. Say, Percy, who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell? Oh, that's Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house. What's he teach? But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies.
He's been after Quirrells job for years. How are you?
Welcome to Gryffindor. Numerous ghosts come pouring from the walls, sailing along. Hufflepuff ghost: Look, its the Bloody Baron! Hello, Sir Nicholas. Have a nice summer? Once again, my request to join the headless hunt has been denied. Hey, I know you! You're Nearly Headless Nick! I prefer Sir Nicholas if you don't mind. Nearly headless?
How can you be nearly headless? Like this. His head is hanging on just by a thread. Percy is leading the Gryffindors to the staircases. Gryffindors, follow me please. Keep up. Ravenclaw, follow me. This way. This is the most direct path to the dormitories. Oh, and keep an eye on the staircases The camera pans up and we see a vast amount of staircases, people walking on them, and some switching places. Keep up, please, and follow me.
Quickly now, come on. Seamus , that picture's moving! Look at that one, Harry! I think she fancies you. Oh, look! Who's that girl?
Man in painting: Who's that? Approaching the Gryffindor dorms. They come up to a large painting of a large woman in a pink dress.
Caput Draconis. Keep up, quickly, come on. Oh, wow. Welcome to the Gryffindor Common Room. Boys' dormitories, upstairs and down to your left. Girls, the same on your right. You'll find that your belongings have already been brought up.
Harry is sitting by a window in his pj's, with his owl, Hedwig. He pets the owl and looks out the window, sighing with content.
Harry and Ron are running through the stone halls to their class. They rush in. In the class, a tabby cat is sitting on a desk. Whew, amazing, can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late? The cat jumps off the desk and turns into Professor McGonagall. The two boys are amazed.
That was bloody brilliant. Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Maybe if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch, maybe one of you would be on time. We got lost. Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats. Snape's potions class.
The students are chattering, sitting near steaming cauldrons. The door slams open and Snape comes rushing in. There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class.
As such, I don't expect many of you to enjoy the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. Hermione nudges Harry in the ribs. He looks up. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? Harry shrugs. Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter , would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?
I don't know, Sir. And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfbane? Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. In the great hall, probably midday. The students are all working on homework. Seamus is trying a spell on a cup. Eye of rabbit, harp string hum. Turn this water, into rum. What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water? Turn it into rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday, before The cup explodes. There is laughter amongst the students.
Suddenly, a flock of owls start coming into the hall from the rafters above. Mail's here! The owls soar by, dropping parcels to students. Harry gets nothing. He sees the newspaper Ron has put down. Can I borrow this? Neville is unwrapping a gift. It is a clear ball with gold around it. Hey, look! Neville's got a Remembrall! I've read about those. The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten. Hey, Ron , somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen, Believed to be the work of dark witches or wizards unknown, Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insist that nothing was taken.
The vault in question, number , had in fact been emptied earlier that same day. That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to. Outside, flying practice. The students, Gryffindor and Slytherin, are lined up in two rows with brooms by their sides.
She has short hair and hawk yellow eyes. Good afternoon, class. Good afternoon, Madam Hooch. Good afternoon, Amanda , good afternoon. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up.
Stick your right hand over the broom and say, Up! Harry' s broom flies into his hand. With feeling! Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it.
And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down.
On my whistle Neville immediately lifts off. He looks quite frightened. Neville, what are you doing? We're not supposed to take off, yet. Longbottom Mr.
Come back down this instant! He soars through the sky and hits a wall, conking along it and then swooping off. All the while, he is screaming. He begins to zoom back towards the group of students. Hooch holds out her wand to stop him. The students scatter and Hooch dives out of the way. Neville goes through the scatter and up a tower. Neville's cloak catches on it.
He is flipped off the broom and hangs there. Everyone out of the way! Is he alright? Oh, oh, oh, oh dear. It's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Good boy, come on now, up you get. Hooch begins to lead Neville away with her. Longbottom to the hospital wing. If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch. Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat ass.
Give it here, Malfoy.
I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find. Bit beyond your reach? Harry grabs his broom and runs to get on it. Hermione stops him. Harry, no!
You heard what Madam Hooch said! Besides, you don't even know how to fly. Harry is now in the air, across from Draco. Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!
Is that so? Harry zooms after the ball, speeding towards a tower. The students all cheer and run to see him. Good job, Harry! Boy 2: Oh, that was wicked, Harry. Follow me. Draco and his goons laugh. Professor Quirrell s classroom. He is inside, teaching, holding an iguana. You wait here. Excuse me, excuse me, Professor Quirrell. Could I borrow Wood for a moment? Y-yes, of course. Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I have found you a Seeker!
Harry and Ron are walking through crowded halls. Sir Nicholas and a lady ghost float by. Have you heard? Harry Potter' s the new Gryffindor Seeker. I always knew hed do well. But first years never make their house teams! You must be the youngest Quidditch player in. A century, according to McGonagall. Fred and George approach and walk along with Ron and Harry.
Hey, well done, Harry , Wood's just told us! Fred and George are on the team, too. Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course.
Rough game, Quidditch. But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally But they'll turn up in a month or two!! Oh, go on, Harry , Quidditch is great. Best game there is! And you'll be great, too! But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself? You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood. The three approach a trophy case. Hermione points at a plaque of Quidditch players.
One lists Harry' s father as a Seeker. Harry , you never told me your father was a Seeker, too. I-I didn't know. The three are walking up a staircase. A railing pulls in Hermione looks, but continues walking. I'm telling you, it's spooky. She knows more about you than you do. Who doesn't? The staircase shudders and begins to move. The three grab the railings. What's happening? The staircases change, remember? Before the staircase moves again. Does anyone feel like We're not supposed to be here.
This is the 3 rd floor. It's forbidden. Suddenly, a flame lights on a tall stone support. At that moment, the caretaker's cat, MRS.
The group jumps. Let's go. It's Filch's cat! The group runs. Flames are lit as they go. They get to the end of the corridor, to a door. Harry grabs the handle, but it's locked.
It's locked! That's it, we're done for! Oh, move over! Standard book of spells, Chapter 7. Filch appears at the start of the corridor with a light. Norris looks at him. Anyone here, my sweet? Filch is gone. Probably thinks this door's locked. It was locked. And for good reason. There is a massively huge three headed dog sleeping in front of them. It growls, yawns, and growls more They turn quickly to shut the door and battle against the dog.
They get the door shut and run. Back in the Gryffindor room. They are breathless. What do they think they're doing?? Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school.
You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on? I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didn't notice, there were three! It was standing on a trap door. Which means it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something. Guarding something? That's right. Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed She needs to sort out her priorities!
Outside, day time. Oliver and Harry appear, carrying a trunk. They put it down. Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each time has seven players, 3 chasers, 2 beaters, 1 keeper and a seeker that's you. There are three kinds of balls. Now, the chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops.
What are those? You better take this. He bends down and releases one ball. With an angry growl, it flies off into the air. The two boys watch it.
The ball soars off through a statue. He succeeds and is out of breath. Nasty little buggers. But the only ball I want you to worry about is this I like this ball. Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see. What do I do with it?
You catch it You catch this, the game is over. You catch this, Potter, and we win. Harry keeps an eye on it. The teacher is very short, and is standing on a bunch of books. One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation the ability to make objects fly. Uh, do you all have your feathers? Now, uh, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing, hmm?
The swish and flick. And enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then. Wingardium Levio-saaa. Wingardrium Leviosar. Stop, stop, stop. You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, youre saying it wrong. It's Leviosa, not Leviosar. You do it then if you're so clever. Go on, go on. Hermione straightens up and swishes her wand. Ron puts his head on his books dejectedly. Oh, well done! See here, everyone! Granger' s done it! Oh, splendid!
Seamus begins swishing at his feather. Wingard Levosa. Well done, dear. Seamus' feather explodes.