Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince Script - Dialogue Transcript

Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince Script

  
  
Radio:... continuing with the investigation
into the cause of the Millenium Bridge disaster.

  
River traffic has been halted
as police divers search for survivors.

  
The surrounding area remains closed.

  
The mayor...

  
- Harry Potter. Who's Harry Potter?

  
- Umm, no one. Bit of a tosser, really.

  
Funny that paper of yours. Half an hour or so
ago I could've sworn I saw a picture move.

  
- Really?
- Of course,...

  
- Hey, I was wondering...
- Eleven. That's when I get off.

  
You can tell me all about
that tosser Harry Potter.

  
- You've been reckless this summer, Harry.
- I like riding the underground trains.

  
Takes my mind off things.

  
- Oh, unpleasant to behold, isnt't it?

  
The tale is thrilling, if I say so myself,
but now is not the time to tell it.

  
Take my arm.

  
Do as I say.

  
- I have just apparated, didn't I?
- Indeed.

  
Quite successfully, too, I might add.
Most people vomit the first time.

  
- Can't imagine, why.

  
- Welcome to the charming village
of Budleigh Babberton.

  
Harry, I assume, right about now, you must
be wondering, why I brought you here, am I right?

  
- Actually, Sir,... here,
so I just looked over it.

  
- Wands out, Harry.

  
Horace?

  
Horace?

  
- Merlin's beard.
No need to disfigure me, Albus.

  
- Well, I must say, you make a
very convincing arm chair, Horace.

  
- It's all in the upholstery.
I come by this stuffing naturally.

  
What gave me away?

  
- Dragon's blood.
- Oho!

  
- Oh yes, introductions.

  
Harry, I'd like you to meet an old friend
and colleague of mine: Horace Slughorn.

  
Horace, well, you know who this is.

  
- Harry Potter.

  
So, what for all the theatrics, Horace?

  
You weren't by any chance waiting
for someone else, were you?

  
- Someone else?
I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

  
Oh, all right. The death eaters have been
trying to recruit me for over a year.

  
Do you know what that's like?

  
Can only say no to these people so many times,
so I never stay anywhere more than a week.

  
The muggles who own this place
are in the Canary islands.

  
- Well, I think we should put it
back in order for them, don't you?

  
Mind?

  
That was fun.

  
Do you mind if I use the loo?
- No, of course.

  
Don't think I don't know
why you're here, Albus.

  
The answer is still no.

  
Absolutely and unequivocally NO.

  
You're way like your father.

  
Except the eyes, of course, you have...
- My mother's eyes, yeah.

  
- Lilly. Lovely Lilly.
She was exceedingly bright, your mother.

  
Even more impressive when one
considers she was a muggle born.

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

  
- Oh, please don't think
I'm prejudiced, no, no, no.

  
Your mother was one of my absolute favourites.
Look, there she is, right at the front.

  
All mine, each and every one.
Ex-students, I mean.

  
You recognize Barnabas Cuffe,
editor of the Daily Prophet.

  
Always takes my owls, should I wish
to register an opinion on the news of the day.

  
Gwenog Jones, captain of the Hollyhead Harpies.
Free tickets whenever I want them.

  
Of course I haven't been
to a match in some time.

  
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.
It's a shame, talented boy.

  
I got Regulus, when he came along
of course, but I do like the set.

  
- Horace? Do you mind if I take this?

  
I do love knitting patterns.

  
- Yes, of course, but
you're not leaving, are you?

  
- Oh, I think I know a lost cause
when I see one. Regrettable.

  
I would've considered it a great personal triumph
had you consented to return to Hogwarts. Oh, well.

  
You're like my friend Mr. Potter, here.
One of a kind. Well, bye-bye, Horace. Bye.

  
- All right, I'll do it.

  
But I want Professor Merrythought's
old office, not the water closet I had before.

  
And I expect a raise.
These are mad times, really, they're mad.

  
- They are indeed.

  
- Sir, exactly what was all that about?

  
- You're talented, famous and
powerful, everything Horace values.

  
Professor Slughorn is going
to try to collect you, Harry.

  
You would be his crowning jewel.
That's why he's returning to Hogwarts.

  
And it's crucial he should return.

  
I fear I may have stolen a
wondrous night from you, Harry.

  
She was truthfully very pretty, the girl.

  
- It's all right, Sir. I'll go back
tomorrow, make some excuse.

  
- Oh, you'll not be returning to
Little Whinging tonight, Harry.

  
- But, Sir, what about Hedwig?
And my trunk?

  
- Both are waiting for you.

  
- Hedwig!

  
- Mom!
- Ginny, what is it?

  
- I was only wondering when Harry got here?
- What? Harry? Harry who?

  
- Harry Potter, of course.

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

  
- His trunk is in the kitchen and his owl.
- But, no dear, I seriously doubt that.

  
- Harry? Did someone say Harry?
- Me, nosey. Is he up there with you?

  
- Course not. I think I'd know if my best
friend was in my room, wouldn't I?

  
- Is that an owl I heard?

  
- You haven't seen him, have you?
Apparently he's wandering about the house.

  
- Really?
- Really.

  
- Harry!

  
- Harry!

  
- What a lovely surprise.

  
Why didn't you let us know you were coming?

  
- I didn't know. Dumbledore.

  
- Oh, that man. But then
what'd we do without him.

  
- Got a bit of tooth paste.

  
- So when did you get here?
- A few days ago.

  
Though for a while I wasn't
sure I was coming.

  
- Mom sort of lost it last week.

  
Said Ginny and I had no business going
back to Hogwarts. That it's too dangerous.

  
- Oh, come on.

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

  
- Anyway. Dad stepped in, told her she was being
balmy and it took a few days but she came out.

  
- This is Hogwarts we're talking about.
It's Dumbledore. What could be safer?

  
- There's been a lot of talk recently
that Dumbledore's got a bit old.

  
- Rubbish! Why he's only...
What is he?

  
- Hundred and fifty?
Give or take a few years.

  
- Cissy, you can't do this,
he can't be trusted.

  
- The Dark Lord trusts him.

  
- The Dark Lord's mistaken.

  
- On our own, Wormtail.

  
- I... I know I ought not to be here.

  
The Dark Lord himself
forbade me to speak of this.

  
- If the Dark Lord has forbidden it, you ought not to speak.
Put it down, Bella. We mustn's touch what isn't ours.

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

  
- You? The Dark Lord told you?

  
- Your sister doubts me.

  
Understandable. Over the years I played my part well, so well,
I have deceived one of the greatest wizards of all times.

  
Dumbledore is a great wizard,
only a fool would question it.

  
- I don't doubt you, Severus.

  
- You should be honest, Cissy.
As should Drako.

  
- He's just a boy.

  
- I can't change the Dark Lord's mind.

  
But it might be possible
for me to help Drako.

  
- Severus...
- Swear to it.

  
- Make the unbreakable vow.
It's just empty words.

  
He'll give it his best effort when it matters most.
He'll just slither back into his hole.

  
Coward.

  
- Take out your wand.

  
- Will you, Severus Snape, watch over Drako Malfoy,
as he attempts to fulfill the Dark Lord's wishes?

  
- I will.

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

  
- I will.

  
- And, if Drako should fail, will you yourself carry out the
deed the Dark Lord has ordered Drako to perform?

  
- I will.

  
- Step up, step up, we've got fainting fancies,
nosebleed nougat and just in time to school:...

  
- Puking pastils.

  
Into the cauldron, handsome.

  
...order. I will have order.

  
- Peruvian instant darkness powder.
- A real many spin to that one.

  
- Handy if you need to make a quick getaway.

  
- Hello, Ladies. Love potions, ey?

  
Yeah, they really do work.

  
Then again the way we heard is
you're doing just fine on your own.

  
- Meaning?

  
- Are you not currently dating Dean Thomas?
- That's none of your business.

  
- How much for this?
- Five galleons.

  
- Come on, it's for me.
- Five galleons.

  
- I'm your brother.
- Ten galleons.

  
- Come on, let's go.

  
- Hi, Ron.
- Hi.

  
- How're Fred and George doing it?
Half the alley's closed down.

  
- I'd reckon people need a laugh these days.

  
- I reckon he's right.

  
- Oh, no. Everyone got their
wands from Olivander's.

  
- Harry.

  
Is it me or do Drako and mommy look like
two people who don't want to be followed?

  
- Quibbler.

  
Quibbler.

  
He's lovely. They've been
known to sing on boxing day, you know.

  
Quibbler?

  
- Oh, please.
What's a racksbird?

  
- Invisible creatures, they float in your
ears and make your brain go fuzzy.

  
- Quibbler.

  
- So, what was Drako doing with
that weird looking cabinet?

  
And who were all those people?

  
Don't you see?
It was a ceremony. An initiation.

  
- Stop it Harry. I know where
you're going with this.

  
- It happened. He's one of them.
- One of what?

  
- Harry is under the impression
Drako Malfoy is now a Death Eater.

  
- You're barking. What would you-know-who
want with the sort like Malfoy?

  
- Well, then what's he doing in Borgin and Burkes?
Browsing for furniture?

  
- It's a creepy shop, he's a creepy boy.

  
- Look, his father is a Death Eater.
It only makes sense.

  
Besides, Hermione saw it with her own eyes.

  
- I told you, I don't know what I saw.

  
- I need some air.

  
- What was that?
- I don't know.

  
- Relax, boys. It was probably just a flash...

  
Come on, Drako. Sit down.
We'll be at Hogwarts, soon.

  
- Hogwarts. What a pathetic excuse for a school.

  
I think I'll pitch myself off the astronomy tower
at the thought I have to continue for another two years.

  
- What's that supposed to mean?

  
- It's just that I can't see myself
waisting time in charms class next year.

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

  
- You two go on. Wanna check something.

  
- Where's Harry?
- Probably already half up. Come on.

  
- Didn't mommy ever tell you
it was rude to eavesdrop, Potter?

  
PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!

  
Oh yeah. She was dead before you
could wipe the drawl off your chin.

  
That's for my father. And
you're going right back to London.

  
- Penihe.

  
Hello, Harry.

  
- Luna. How did you know where I was?
- Racksbirds. Your head's full of them.

  
- Sorry, I made you miss the carriages, by the way, Luna.
- That's all right. It was like being with a friend.

  
- Well, I am your friend, Luna.
- That's nice.

  
- Ah, about time. I've been looking all over
for you two. All right. Names?

  
- Professor Flitwick, you know me for five years.

  
- No exceptions, Potter.

  
- Who are those people?
- Aurors. For security.

  
- What's this cane here, then?
- It's not a cane, you... old...

  
- And what is that...

  
...be considered an offensive weapon?

  
- It's all right, Mr. Filch.
I can vouch for Mr. Malfoy.

  
- Nice face, Potter.

  
- Would you like me to fix it for you?

  
Personally I think you look a bit more
devil-may-care this way, but it's up to you.

  
- Umm... Have you ever
fixed a nose before?

  
- No, but I've done several toes.
And how different are they, really?

  
- Umm, okay, yeah, give it a go.

  
- Episky.

  
- How do I look?
- Exceptionally ordinary.

  
- Brilliant.

  
- Worried? He'll be here in a bit.

  
- Well, turn around you lunatic.

  
- Will you stop eating?
Your best friend is missing.

  
- He's covered in blood again.
Why is it he's always covered in blood?

  
- Looks like it's his own this time.

  
- Where have you been?
What happened to your face?

  
- Nothing. Blood.

  
- Sorry, her urge is to be brave
and strong in these troubled times.

  
- ???

  
- Very best of evenings to you.

  
First off, let me introduce the newest
member of our staff: Horace Slughorn.

  
Professor Slughorn, I'm happy to say, has agreed
to assume his old post as potions master.

  
Meanwhile, the post of the defence against
the Dark Arts will be taken by Professor Snape.

  
As you know, each and everyone of you was
searched upon your arrival here tonight.

  
And you have the right to know why.

  
Once, there was a young man who, like you, sat in this
very hall, walked this castle's corridors, slept under its roof.

  
He seemed to all the world
a student like any other.

  
His name:

  
Tom Riddle.

  
Today of course he's known
all over the world by another name.

  
Which is why, as I stand looking out upon
you tonight, I'm reminded of a sobering fact:

  
Every day, every hour, this very minute perhaps,
dark forces attempt to penetrate this castle's walls.

  
But in the end their greatest weapon is you.

  
- That was cheerful.

  
- Straight magic is upstairs, ladies, not down.

  
Mr. Levis, that is the girl's lavatory.

  
Potter.

  
- Now this can't be good.

  
- Enjoying ourselves, are we?
- What, I have free period this morning, professor.

  
- So I noticed.

  
I would think you would want to fill it with potions.
Or is it no longer your ambition to become an auror?

  
- It was, but I was told I had to
get an "outstanding" in my O.W.L.

  
- So you did when professor
Snape was teaching potions.

  
However professor Slughorn is perfectly happy to accept
mute students with "exceeds expectations".

  
- Brilliant. Well, I'll head there straight away.
- Good, good.

  
Potter, take Weasley with you.
He looks far too happy over there.

  
- I don't wanna take potions.
There's quidditch tryouts coming up, I need to practice.

  
- ... to detail in the preparation is the prerequisite of all...
Ah. Harry, old boy. I was beginning to worry.

  
We've got someone with us, I see.
- Ron Weasley, Sir.

  
I'm dead awful at potions, I'm menaced
actually, so I'll probably just go.

  
- Nonsense. We'll sort you out.

  
Any friend of Harry's is a friend of mine.
Get your books out.

  
Sorry, Sir, I haven't actually got my book yet. Nor does Ron.
- Not to worry, then, get you one from the cupboard.

  
Now, as I was saying, I prepared some concoctions this morning.
Any ideas what these might be?

  
Yes, Miss...
- Granger, Sir.

  
That one there is Veritaserum. It's a truth telling serum.

  
And that one...

  
...terribly tricky to make. And this is Amortentia.
The most powerful love potion in the world.

  
It's rumoured to smell differently to each
person according to what attracts them.

  
For example I smell freshly mown grass and
new parchment and spearmint toothpaste.

  
- Now, amortentia doesn't create actual love, that'd be impossible,
but it does cause powerful infatuation or obsession.

  
And for that reason it is probably the
most dangerous potion in this room.

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

  
- Ah, yes. 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...
- Liquid luck.

  
- Yes, Miss Granger.

  
Liquid luck.

  
Desperately tricky to make,
disastrous should you get it wrong.

  
One sip and you'll find that
all of your endeavours succeed.

  
At least until the effects wear off.

  
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 draft of Living Death.

  
Recipes for which can be found on page 10 of your books.

  
You should not doubt however: Only once did a student manage
to brew a potion of sufficient quality to claim this price.

  
Nevertheless, good luck to you all.
Let the brewing commence.

  
- How did you do that?

  
- Crush it, don't cut it.

  
- No, the instructions specifically say to cut.
- Oh, really.

  
- Merlin's beard. It's perfect.

  
So perfect I dare say
one drop would kill us all.

  
Here we are, then, as promised.
One vial of Felix Felicis.

  
Congratulations. Use it well.

  
- Ah, Harry, you got my message. Come in.

  
How are you?
- Fine, Sir.

  
- Enjoying your classes?

  
I know professor Slughorn is most impressed with you.

  
- I think he overestimates my abilities, Sir.

  
- Do you?
- Definitely.

  
- What about your activities outside the class room?

  
- Sir?
- Well, I noticed you spend a great deal of time with Miss Granger.

  
I can't help wondering if...
- Oh, no, no. I mean...

  
She's brilliant, and we're friends, but... no.
- Forgive me.

  
I was mainly being curious.

  
But enough chit chat.
You must be wondering why I summoned you here tonight.

  
The answer lies here.

  
What you're looking at are memories.
In this case pertaining to one individual: Voldemort.

  
Or as he was known then: Tom Riddle.

  
This vial contains the most particular memory of the day I first met him.

  
I'd like you to see it, if you would.

  
- I must admit to some confusion upon receiving your letter, Mr. Dumbledore.

  
In all the years Tom's been here he's never once had a family visitor.

  
There have been incidents with the other children.
Nasty things.

  
Tom, you have a visitor.

  
- How do you do, Tom?

  
- Don't!

  
You're a doctor, aren't you?
- No. I'm a professor.

  
- I don't believe you.
She wants me locked up.

  
I think I'm different.
- Well, perhaps they're right.

  
- I'm not mad.

  
- Hogwarts is not a place for mad people.
Hogwarts is a school.

  
A school of magic.

  
You can do things, can't you, Tom?

  
Things other children can't.

  
- 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're mean to me.

  
I can make them hurt if I want.

  
Who are you?
- Well, I'm like you Tom.

  
I'm different.

  
- Prove it.

  
- I think there's something in your
wardrobe trying to get out, Tom.

  
Thievery is not tolerated at Hogwarts, Tom.

  
At Hogwarts you'll be taught not only
how to use magic but how to control it.

  
Do you understand me?

  
- I can speak to snakes, too.

  
They find me, whisper things.
Is that normal for someone like me?

  
- Did you know, Sir? Then?

  
- Did I know I just met the most dangerous
dark wizard of all times? No.

  
If I had, I...

  
Over time, while here at Hogwarts, Tom Riddle
grew close to one particular teacher.

  
Can you guess who that teacher might be?

  
- You didn't bring professor Slughorn back
simply to teach potions, did you, Sir?

  
- No, I did not.

  
You see, professor Slughorn posesses something
I desire very dearly.  But he will not give it up easily.

  
- You said professor Slughorn would try to collect me.

  
- I did.

  
- Do you want me to let him?

  
- Yes.

  
- Ahem. Okay, so this morning I'm going to be putting you
all through a few drills just to assess your strengths.

  
Quiet, please.

  
- SHUT IT!

  
- Thanks. All right.

  
Now then, remember, just because you made the team last
year does not guarantee you a spot this year, is that clear?

  
Good.

  
- No hard feelings, Weasley, all right?

  
- Hard feelings?

  
- Yeah, I'll be going for keeper as well, it's nothing personal.

  
- Really? It's ???, you've got more
of a beaters build, don't you think?

  
Keepers need to be quick, agile.

  
- I like my chances.

  
Say, you think you could introduce
me to your friend Granger?

  
Wouldn't mind getting on a first
name basis, know what I mean?

  
- Come on, Ron. Come on.

  
- Come on, Ron.

  
- Confundus.

  
- I have to admit, I thought I was going to miss that last one.

  
Hope Cormac is not taking it too hard.

  
He's got a bit of a thing for you, Hermione, Cormac.

  
- He's vile.

  
- Have you ever heard of a spell Sectum Sempra?
- No, I haven't.

  
And if you had a shred of self respect you'd hand that book in.

  
- Not bloody likely. He's top of the class.

  
He's even better than you, Hermione.

  
Slughorn thinks he's a genius.

  
What?

  
- I'd like to know whose that book was. Let's have a look, shall we?
- No.

  
- Why not?

  
- The binding is fragile.

  
- The binding is fragile?
- Yeah.

  
- Who's the Half Blood Prince?
- Who?

  
- That's what it says, right here.
This book is property of the Half Blood Prince.

  
- For weeks you carry about this book.

  
You practically sleep with it, and yet you have no
desire to find out who the Half Blood Prince is?

  
- I didn't say, I wasn't curious and I don't sleep with it.

  
- Well that's true. When I ??? go to bed,
anything you do is read that bloody book.

  
It's just like being with Hermione.

  
- Well, I was curious, so I went to...
- ... the library.

  
- And?

  
- And nothing.

  
I couldn't find a reference anywhere to a Half Blood Prince.

  
- There you go, that settles it then.

  
- ... hoping to find you in the three Broomsticks.

  
- Ah, no, emergency choir practice I'm afraid, Horace.

  
- Does anyone fancy a butter beer?

  
- ... Clagsby Hill, we had a... long, homemade norwegian style...

  
- No, sit beside me.

  
- 'kay.

  
- Something to drink?

  
- Um, three butter beers and some ginger wine, please.

  
- Oh, bloody hell.

  
Slick git.

  
- Honestly, Ron, they're only holding hands.

  
And snogging.

  
- I'd like to leave.
- What?

  
You can't be serious.

  
- That happens to be my sister.
- So?

  
- What if she looked at me and saw you snogging me,
would you expect her to get up and leave?

  
- Hey, my boy.
- Hello, Sir, wonderful to see you.

  
- And you, and you.
- So, what brings you here?

  
- Oh, the Three Broomsticks and I go way back,
further than I care to admit.

  
I could have ??? with one Broomstick.

  
Oh, hands on deck, Granger.
Listen my boy:...

  
In the old days I used to throw together
the occasional supper party.

  
Select studenthood.
Would you be game?

  
- I'd consider it an honour, Sir.

  
- You'll be welcome, too, Granger.

  
- I'd be delighted, Sir.
- Splendid. Look for my owl.

  
Good to see you, Wallanby.

  
- What are you playing at?

  
- Dumbledore's asked me to get to know him.

  
- Get to know him?
- Downright.

  
It must be important.
If it wasn't, Dumbledore wouldn't ask.

  
- Got... you've... a bit...

  
- Katie, you don't know what it could be.
- Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.

  
- Harry, did she mean what she was saying back
at the pub about me and her snogging?

  
As if.

  
- Wands out. I warned her not to touch it.

  
- Don't get any closer.
Get back, all of you.

  
Now, now, now, now...

  
Do not touch that except for the wrappers,
do you understand?

  
- You're sure, Katie did not have this in her
posession when she entered the Three Broomsticks?

  
- It's like I said. She left to go to the loo,
and when she came back she had the package.

  
She said it was important that she deliver it.

  
- Did she say to whom?

  
- To professor Dumbledore.

  
- Very well, thank you, Lianne, you may go.

  
Why is it when something happens
it is always you three?

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

  
- Oh, Severus.

  
What do you think?

  
- I think, Miss Bell is lucky to be alive.

  
- She was cursed, wasn't she?

  
I know Katie, off the quidditch pitch she wouldn't hurt a fly.

  
If she was delivering that to professor Dumbledore
she wasn't doing it knowingly.

  
- Yes, she was cursed.

  
- It was Malfoy.

  
- That is a very serious accusation, Potter.

  
- Indeed.

  
Your evidence?

  
- I just know.

  
- You just... know.

  
- Aren't you getting astonished with your gifts, Potter?
Gifts mere mortals can only dream of posessing.

  
How grand it must be to be the chosen one.

  
- I suggest you go back to your dormitories.
All of you.

  
- What do you suppose Dean sees in her, Ginny?

  
- What does she see in him?

  
- Dean? He's brilliant.

  
- You called him slick git not five hours ago.

  
- 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.

  
- I suppose.

  
- So, what is it he sees in her?

  
- I don't know.
She's smart. Funny.

  
Attractive.
- Attractive?

  
- You know, she's got nice skin.
- Skin?

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

  
- Look, no, I mean, I'm just...
I'm just saying it could be a contributing factor.

  
- Hermione's got nice skin,
wouldn't you say, as skin goes, I mean.

  
- I've never really thought about it, but...
I suppose, yeah. Very nice.

  
I think I'll be going to sleep now.

  
- Right.

  
- So tell me Cormac, you see anything
of your uncle Tiberius these days?

  
- Yes, Sir. In fact I meant to go hunting with
him and the minister for magic over the holidays.

  
- Ah, well, be sure to give them both my best.

  
- What about your uncle, Belby? For those of you who don't know,
Marcuses uncle invented the wolfsbane potion.

  
Is he working on anything new?

  
- Don't know.
He and me dad don't get on.

  
Poor git says me dadses potions are rubbish.
His only potion worth anything is a stiff one at the end of the day.

  
- What about you, Miss Granger. What exactly does
your family do in the muggle world?

  
- My parents are dentists.

  
They attend to people's teeth.

  
- Fascinating.
And is that considered a dangerous profession?

  
- No.

  
Although, one boy, Robbie Fenwick, did
bite my father once. He needed ten stitches.

  
- Ah, Miss Weasley.
Come in, come in.

  
- Look at her eyes.
They've been fighting again, her and Dean.

  
- Sorry, I'm not usually late.

  
- No matter. Just in time for desert.
That is if Belby's left you any.

  
- What?
- Nothing.

  
- Good bye.
Bye-bye.

  
- Potter.

  
- I'm sorry, Sir, I was just
admiring your hour glass.

  
- Ah, yes, most intriguing object.

  
The sand runs in accordance with
the quality of the conversation.

  
If it is stimulating,
the sand runs slowly.

  
If it is not...
- I think I'll be going then.

  
- Nonsense.
You have nothing to fear, dear boy.

  
As for some of your class mates,
well, let's just say they're unlikely to make the shelf.

  
- The shelf, Sir?

  
- Anyone who aspires to be anyone
hopes to end up here.

  
But then again, you already
are someone, aren't you, Harry?

  
- Did Voldemort ever make the shelf, Sir?

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

  
Mr. Riddle had a number of teachers
whilst here at Hogwarts.

  
- What was he like?

  
I'm sorry, Sir. Forgive me.
He killed my parents.

  
- Of course, it's only natural you should
want to know more.

  
But I'm afraid, I must disappoint you, Harry.

  
When I first met young Mr. Riddle, he was a quiet, obedient,
brilliant boy committed to becoming a first rate wizard.

  
Not unlike others I've known.
Not unlike yourself, in fact.

  
If the monster existed,
it was buried deep within.

  
- Good luck today, Ron.

  
- We're counting on you, Ron.
I've two galleons on Gryffindor, yeah?

  
- So, how was it, then?

  
- How was what?

  
- Your dinner party?

  
- Pretty boring, actually.
Although I think Harry enjoyed desert.

  
Slughorn's having christmas, too, you know.
And we're meant to bring someone.

  
I expect you'll be bringing McLaggen.
He's in the Slug club, isn't he?

  
- Actually, I was going to ask you.
- Really?

  
- Good luck today, Ron.
I know you'll be brilliant.

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

  
- Have it your way.
Juice?

  
- Hello, everyone.

  
You look dreadful, Ron.
Is that why you put something in his cup?

  
Is it a tonic?

  
- Liquid luck?

  
Don't drink it, Ron.

  
You could be expelled for that.
- I don't know what you're talking about.

  
- Come on, Harry.
We've got a game to win.

  
- YES!

  
- Weasley! Weasley!
Weasley! Weasley!

  
- YEAH!

  
- Weasley! Weasley!
Weasley! Weasley!

  
- Weasley! Weasley!
Weasley! Weasley!

  
- You shouldn't have done it.

  
- I know.
I suppose I could have just used a confundus charm.

  
- That was different.
That was tryouts, this was an actual game.

  
You didn't put it in?

  
Ron only thought you did.

  
Charm spell.
Just practicing.

  
- They're really good.

  
- How does it feel, Harry?

  
When you see Dean with Ginny?

  
- How...? How...

  
- I know.

  
I see the way you look at her.

  
You're my best friend.

  
- Oops.
I think that we're mistaken.

  
- What's with the birds?

  
- Oppugno!

  
- It feels like this.

  
- I can't help her if she's got
knickers in a twist.

  
And what Lav and I have...
well, let's just say, there's no stopping it.

  
It's chemical.

  
Will it last?
Who knows.

  
Point is, I'm a free agent.

  
- He's at perfect liberty to kiss whomever he likes.
I really couldn't care less.

  
Was I under the impression, he and I
would be attending Slughorns christmas party together?

  
Yes.

  
Now, given the circumstances,
I've had to make other arrangements.

  
- Have you?

  
- Yes. Why?

  
- Well I just thought seeing as neither of us can
go with who we'd really like to, we should go together.

  
As friends.

  
Why didn't I think of that?

  
Who are you going with?

  
- Umm, it's a surprise.
Anyway, it's you we've got to worry about.

  
You can't take anyone.

  
See that girl over there?

  
That's Romilda Vane.

  
Apparently she's trying to smuggle you a love potion.

  
- Really?

  
- Hey, she's only interested in you because
she thinks you're the chosen one.

  
- But I am the chosen one.

  
- Right. Sorry. Umm...
Getting... umm...

  
I'll ask someone I like.
Someone cool.

  
- I've never been to this part of the castle.
At least not while awake.

  
I sleepwalk, you see.
That's why I wear shoes to bed.

  
- Hommonia nectare passus.

  
- Hommonia nectare passus.

  
- Hommonia nectare passus.

  
- Drink?

  
- Neville.

  
- I didn't get into the Slug club.

  
It's okay, though.
He's got Belby handing out towels in the loo.

  
- I'm fine thanks.
- 'kay.

  
- Hermione. What are you doing?
What happened to you?

  
- I've just escaped. I mean...
Left Cormac under the mistle toe.

  
- Cormac?
That's who you invited?

  
I thought it would annoy Ron the most.

  
- Thank you very much.

  
He's got more tentacles than a straffola plant.

  
- Dragon tartar?
- No, I'm fine, thank you.

  
- Just as well.
They give one a horribly bad breath.

  
- On second thoughts...
might keep Cormac at bay.

  
God, here he comes.

  
- I think she just went to powder her nose.

  
- Slicker than a mynx, your friend.

  
Nice to work her mouth, too, isn't she?

  
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

  
What is this meat I'm having?

  
- Dragon balls.

  
- You've just bought yourself a month detention, McLaggen.
Not so quick, Potter.

  
- Sir, I really think I should rejoin the party.
My date...

  
- Can surely survive your absence for another minute or two.
Besides, I only wish to convey a message.

  
- A message?

  
- From professor Dumbledore. He asked me to give you his best
and he hopes you enjoy your holidays.

  
He's travelling and he won't return until term resumes.

  
- Travelling where?

  
- Aww, take your hands off me, filthy squibb.

  
- Professor Slughorn, Sir. I've just discovered this
boy lurking in an upstairs corridor.

  
He claims to have been invited to your party.
- Okay, okay, I was gate crashing.

  
Happy?
- I'll escort him out.

  
- Certainly, professor.

  
- All right, everyone, carry on, carry on.

  
- You had to ???, and you didn't.

  
What's it to you?

  
- A squat of attention.
I made the unbreakable vow.

  
- I don't need protection.
I was chosen for this.

  
Out of all of us. Me.

  
- You're afraid, Drako.

  
You'd hate to consider it, but it's obvious.
Let me assist you!

  
- No!

  
I was chosen.
This is my moment.

  
- The unbreakable vow.
You're sure that's what Snape said?

  
- Positive. Why?

  
- It's just you can't break an unbreakable vow.

  
- I... I... worked that thing out myself, funny enough.

  
- Can't understand.

  
Oh, bloody hell.

  
- I'll miss you.

  
- Lovely.

  
- All she wants to do is snogg me.
My lips are getting chapped blue.

  
- I'll take your word for it.

  
So what happens to you?
What happens if you break an unbreakable vow?

  
- You die.

  
- So Voldemort has chosen Drako Malfoy for a mission.

  
- I know it sounds bad.

  
- Has it occurred to you, Harry, that Snape was simply pretending
to offer Drako help, so he could find out what he was after?

  
- That's not what it sounded like.

  
- Perhaps Harry's right, Remus.

  
I mean to make an unbreakable vow...

  
- It comes down to whether or not
you trust Dumbledore's judgement.

  
Dumbledore trusts Snape, therefore I do.

  
- Dumbledore can make mistakes, he said so himself.
- You're blinded by hatred!

  
- I'm not.
- Yes you are.

  
- People are disappearing, Harry, daily.
We can only place our trust in a handfull of people.

  
If we start fighting amongst ourselves we are doomed.

  
- Ginny?

  
- Open up, you.

  
Don't you trust me?

  
- It's good.

  
- Pie?
- Not for me, no.

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

  
- Are you all right, Mr. Weasley?

  
- We're being followed, all of us.
Most days, Molly doesn't leave the house.

  
It's not been easy.

  
- Did you get my owl?

  
- Yes, I did.

  
If Dumbledore's travelling, then that's news to the ministry,
but perhaps that's the way, Dumbledore wants it.

  
As for Drako Malfoy, I know a bit more.

  
- Go on.

  
- I sent an agent to Borgin and Burkes.

  
I think from what you described what you
and Ron saw at the end of the summer...

  
...the object, that Drako is so interested in, is a vanishing cabinet.

  
- A vanishing cabinet?

  
- They were all the rage when Voldemort first rose to power.

  
You can see the appeal.

  
Should the Death Eaters come knocking, one simply
had to slip inside and disappear for an hour or two.

  
Can transport you practically anywhere.

  
Tricky contraptions though, very temperamental.

  
- What happened to it?
The one at Borgin and Burkes?

  
- Nothing.

  
- It's still there.

  
- It was delicious, Molly, really.

  
- Are you sure you won't stay?

  
- No, we should go.
The first night of the cycle is always the worst.

  
- Remus?

  
- Sweetheart?

  
- Has Ron gone to bed?

  
- Umm, not yet, no.

  
- Shoelace.

  
- Merry christmas, Harry.

  
- Merry christmas.

  
- Harry, NOOO!

  
Remus!

  
- Ginny!

  
- I killed Sirius Black.
I killed Sirius Black.

  
You coming to get me?

  
- Harry?

  
- Stupefy!

  
- HARRY!

  
- GINNY!

  
- Molly.

  
- If it's so easy for them to get to you,
you're bloody lucky you weren't killed.

  
You have to realize who you are, Harry.
- I know who I am, Hermione, all right.

  
I'm sorry.

  
- Of course I'll wear it.
- I'm sorry, Won-Won.

  
- Excuse me, I have to go and vomit.

  
- Sir, is it true professor
Merrythought is retiring?

  
- Tom, I couldn't tell you
if I knew, could I?

  
By the way, thank you for the pineapple,
you're quite right, it is my favourite.

  
But how did you know?

  
- Intuition.

  
- Good gracious, is it that time already? Off you go,
boys, or professor Dippet will have us all in detention.

  
Look sharp, Tom. Don't be caught
out of bed after hours.

  
Is something on your mind, Tom?

  
Yes, Sir.

  
See, I couldn't think of anyone else to go to.

  
The other professors, well, they're not like you.

  
They might misunderstand.

  
- Go on.

  
- I was in the library the other night,
in the restricted section.

  
And... I read something rather odd
about some piece of rare magic.

  
I thought, perhaps you could illuminate me.

  
It's called, as I understand it, Hobdudlb.

  
- I beg your pardon. I don't know anything
about such things and if I did I wouldn't tell you.

  
Now, get out of here at once. And don't let me
ever catch you ??? again!

  
- Confused?

  
I'd be surprised if you weren't.

  
- Why, I don't understand.
What happened?

  
- This is perhaps the most important memory I've collected.
It is also a lie.

  
This memory has been tampered with, by the same
person whose memory it is. Our old friend, professor Slughorn.

  
- But why would he tamper with his own memory?

  
- I suspect he's ashamed of it.
- Why?

  
- Why indeed?

  
I asked you to get to know professor Slughorn and you have done so.

  
Now I want you to persuade him to divulge his true memory.

  
Any way you can.

  
- I don't know him that well, Sir.

  
- This memory is everything.
Without it we are blind.

  
Without it we leave the fate of our world to chance.

  
You have no choice.
You must not fail.

  
- I highly recommend you reacquaint yourself
with the chapter on antidotes.

  
I'll tell you more about bezoars in our next class.
Right up you go.

  
Louise, don't forget your rat tail.

  
- Aha! If it isn't the prince of potions himself.

  
What do I owe this pleasure?

  
- Well, Sir, I wondered if I might ask you something.

  
- Ask away, dear boy, ask away.

  
- Well, you see, the other day I was in the library in the restricted section.

  
And I came across something rather odd about a very rare piece of magic.

  
- Yes? What was this rare piece of magic?

  
Why, I don't know, I can't remember the name exactly.

  
But it just got me wondering. Are there some
kinds of magic you're not allowed to teach us?

  
- I'm the potions master, Harry, I think your
question's better be posed to professor Snape.

  
- Yes, umm... He and I don't
exactly see eye to eye, Sir.

  
What I mean to say, is...
well, he's not like you.

  
He might misunderstand.

  
- Yes. There can be no light without the dark,
and so it is with magic.

  
Myself, I've always strived to live within the light.

  
I suggest you do the same.

  
- Is that what you told Tom Riddle, Sir,
when he came asking questions?

  
- Dumbledore put you up to this, didn't he?

  
Didn't he?

  
- Yes?

  
Ah, it's you Potter.

  
I'm sorry, I'm busy at the moment.

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

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

  
- It was on your bed, the box.
I thought I'd try one.

  
- Or twenty.

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

  
- Honestly, you know, I reckoned
she was starting to annoy you.

  
- She could never annoy me.

  
I think I love her.

  
- Well, brilliant.

  
- Think she knows I exist?

  
- I bloody well hope so.
She's been snogging you for three months.

  
- Snogging? Who are you talking about?

  
- Who are you talking about?

  
- Romilda, of course.
Romilda Vane.

  
- Okay, very funny.

  
- Ow, what's that for?

  
It's no joke!

  
I'm in love with her.
- All right fine, you're in love with her.

  
Have you ever actually met her?

  
- No.
Could you introduce me?

  
- Come on, Ron.
We're going to introduce you to Romilda Vane.

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

  
- Where's Romilda?

  
- What's the matter with Wembley?

  
- Very powerful love potion.

  
- Very well, better bring him in.

  
I would've thought you could whip up
a remedy for this in no time, Harry.

  
- I thought this called for more practiced hands, Sir.

  
- Hello, darling.
What's your drink?

  
- Perhaps you're right.

  
- I'm sorry, by the way, professor, about
earlier today. Our misunderstanding.

  
- No, not at all. All water under the bridge, you know.

  
Correct?

  
- I expect you're tired a bit after all these years
full of questions about Voldemort.

  
- Don't use that name.

  
Here, old boy. Bottoms up.

  
- What's this?

  
- Tonic for the nerves.

  
- What happened to me?
- Love potion.

  
- Bloody strong one at that.

  
- I feel really bad.
- You'll need a pick-me-up, my boy.

  
Got butter beer, wine, guzzling oak-matured mead.

  
I had other intentions for this, but I think given the circumstances...

  
There, Potter.
To life!

  
- Ron!

  
Ron!

  
Professor, do something.

  
- I don't understand.

  
- Come on, Ron, breathe.

  
These girls, they're going to kill me.

  
- Quick thinking on your part, Harry,
using the bezoar.

  
Must be very proud of your student, Horace.

  
- Hm? Oh, yes, very proud.

  
- I think we agree. Potter's actions were heroic.
The question is: Why were they necessary?

  
- Why indeed?

  
This appears to be a gift, Horace.
You don't remember who gave you this bottle?

  
By the way, posesses remarkably
subtle hints of licquorice and sherry...

  
...but not polluted with poison.

  
- Actually I had intended to give it as a gift myself.

  
- To whom, I might ask?

  
- To you, headmaster.

  
- Where is he?
Where's my Won-Won?

  
Has he been asking for me?

  
What's she doing here?

  
- I might ask you the same question.

  
- I happen to be his girlfriend.

  
- I happen to be his... friend.

  
- 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?

  
- He's been poisoned you daft dimbo.

  
And for the record, I've always
found him interesting.

  
- Ha. See? He senses my presence.

  
Don't worry, Won-won.
I'm here. I'm here.

  
- Her... my... nee.

  
Hermione.

  
Hermione.

  
- Oh, to be young and
to feel love's keen sting.

  
Oh, come on everybody.
Mr. Weasley is well tended.

  
- About time, don't you think?

  
- Thank you.

  
- Oh, shut up.

  
- Stop it, Ron.
You're making it snow.

  
- Tell me how I broke up with Lavender, again.

  
- Umm, well, she came to visit you in the hospital.

  
And you talked.

  
I don't believe it was a particularly long conversation.

  
- Don't get me wrong,
I'm bloody thrilled to be shot of hers.

  
She seems a bit put out.

  
- Yes, she does, doesn't she?

  
You say, you don't remember anything from that night?
Anything at all?

  
- There is something.

  
But it can't be.
I was completely boggled, wasn't I?

  
- Boggled.

  
Harry, there's Katie.

  
Katie Bell.

  
- Katie.
How are you?

  
- I know you're going to ask, Harry,
but I don't know who cursed me.

  
I've been trying to remember, honestly.

  
But... I just can't.

  
- Katie?

  
- I know what you did, Malfoy.
You hexed her, didn't you?

  
SECTUM SEMPRA!

  
- Vulnera cemento.
Vulnera cemento.

  
Vulnera cemento.

  
- You have to get rid of it. Today.

  
Take my hand.

  
- The room of requirement.

  
- We need to hide the Half Blood Prince's book,
where no one'll ever find it.

  
Including you.

  
- What was that?
- What was that?

  
- See? You never know what you'll find up here.

  
All right, close your eyes.
That way, you can't be tempted.

  
Close your eyes.

  
I can stay hidden up here, too, if you like.

  
- So, did you and Ginny do it, then?

  
- What?

  
- You know, hide the book.

  
- Oh, yeah.

  
- Ah, yes.

  
- Still no luck with Slughorn, then, I take it?

  
- Luck.
That's it.

  
All I need's a bit of luck.

  
- Well?
How do you feel?

  
- Excellent.

  
Really excellent.

  
- Remember, Slughorn usually eats early, takes
a walk and then returns to his office.

  
- Right.
I'm going down to Hagrid's.

  
- What?
No, Harry, you've got to try to speak to Slughorn.

  
We have a plan.

  
- I know, but, I've got a really
good feeling about Hagrid's.

  
I feel it's the place to be tonight.
Do you know what I mean?

  
- No.
- No.

  
- Well, trust me. I know what I'm doing.
Or Felix does.

  
Hi.

  
- Oh! Merlin's beard, Harry.

  
- Sorry, Sir. I should have announced myself.
Either spoke or coughed.

  
You probably feared I was professor Sprout.

  
- Yes, I did actually.
What makes you think that?

  
- Oh, well, just your general behaviour, Sir.
Sneaking around, jumping when you saw me.

  
Are those tentacular leaves, Sir?

  
They're very valuable, aren't they?

  
Ten galleons a leaf to the right buyer.

  
Not that I'm familiar with any of those back
alley transactions, but one does hear rumours.

  
My own interests are purely
academic, of course.

  
- Personally, these plants always kind
of freaked me out.

  
- Exactly how did you get
out of the castle, Harry?

  
- Through the front door, Sir.

  
I'm off to Hagrid's, you see. He's a very
dear friend, and I just fancied paying him a visit.

  
So, if you don't mind, I will be going now.

  
- Harry!

  
- Sir?

  
- It's nearly nightfall.

  
Surely you realize I can't allow you to
go roaming the grounds by yourself?

  
- Well, then why don't you come along, Sir?

  
- Harry, I must insist you accompany
me back to the castle, immediately!

  
- That would be counterproductive, Sir.

  
- And what makes you say that?

  
- No idea.

  
- Horace.

  
- Merlin's beard.
Is that an actual acromantula?

  
- A dead one, I think, Sir.

  
- Good god.
Dear fellow, however did you manage to kill it?

  
- Kill it?
My oldest friend, he was.

  
- I'm so sorry,
I didn't...

  
- Oh, don't worry yourself.
You're not alone.

  
Seriously misunderstood
creatures, spiders are.

  
It's the eyes, I reckon.
They unnerve some folk.

  
- Not to mention the pincers.

  
- Yeah, I reckon that, too.

  
- Hagrid, the last thing I wish to be is indelicate,
but acromantula venom is uncommonly rare.

  
Would you allow me to extract a vial or two?
Purely for academic purposes, you understand?

  
- Well, that much isn't going to do him much good, now, is it?

  
- Yeah, my thoughts exactly.

  
I have an ampulle or two about my person
for just such occasions as this.

  
Old potion master's habit, you know?

  
- I wish you could have seen him in his prime.

  
Magnificent he was.
Just magnificent.

  
- Would you like me to say a few words?

  
- Yes.

  
- He had family, I trust?

  
- Oh, yeah.

  
- Farewell...
- Aragog.

  
- Farewell, Aragog, king of the arachnids.

  
Your body will decay,
but your spirit lingers on.

  
In your human friends and sons,
those about to stay.

  
- ... and if you rest, and did one
snout in two, which was sane.

  
- I had him from an egg, you know?

  
Tiny little thing, he was, when he hatched.

  
No bigger than a pekinese.
A pekinese, mind you.

  
- How sweet.
I once had a fish, Frances, was very dear to me.

  
One afternoon I came downstairs
and it vanished. Pouf.

  
- That's very odd, isn't it?

  
- Yes, isn't it?
But that's life, I suppose.

  
You go along and then
suddenly... pouf.

  
- Pouf.

  
- Pouf.

  
- It was a student, who gave me Frances.

  
One spring afternoon, I discovered a bowl on my desk.

  
Just a few inches of clear water in it.

  
And floating on the surface was a flower petal.

  
As I watched it sank.

  
Just before it reached the bottom,
it transformed...

  
...to a wee fish.

  
It was beautiful magic.

  
Wondrous to behold.

  
The flower petal had come from a lilly.

  
Your mother.

  
The day I came downstairs,
the day the bowl was empty...

  
...was the day your mother...

  
I know why you're here.

  
But I can't help you.

  
It would ruin me.

  
- Do you know, why I survived, professor?

  
The night I got this?

  
Because of her.

  
Because she sacrificed herself,
because she refused to step aside.

  
Because her love was more
powerful than Voldemort.

  
- Don't say his name.

  
- I'm not afraid of the name, professor.

  
I'm going to tell you something.

  
Something, others have only guessed at.

  
It's true. I am the chosen one.

  
Only I can destroy him, but in order to do so, I need to
know, what Tom Riddle asked you all those years ago...

  
...in your office and I need to
know what you told him.

  
Be brave, professor.

  
Be brave, like my mother.

  
Otherwise you disgrace her.

  
Otherwise she died for nothing.

  
Otherwise the bowl will remain empty.

  
Forever.

  
- Please, don't think badly of me, when you see it.

  
You've no idea what he was like even then.

  
- I was in the library the other night.

  
In the restricted section.

  
And, I read something rather odd
about a bit of rare magic.

  
It's called, as I understand it,...

  
...a horcrux.

  
- I beg your pardon?

  
- Horcrux.

  
I came across the term while reading.

  
And I didn't fully understand it.

  
- I'm not sure what you're reading, Tom,
but this is very dark stuff, very dark indeed.

  
- Which is...

  
...why I came to you.

  
- A horcrux is an object in which a person has
concealed a part of their soul.

  
- But I don't understand how that works, Sir.

  
- 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.

  
- Protected?

  
- The part of your soul which is hidden lives on.

  
In other words, you cannot die.

  
- And how does one split his soul, Sir?

  
- I think you already know the answer to that, Tom.

  
- Murder.

  
- Yes.

  
Killing rips the soul apart,
it is a violation against nature.

  
- Can you only split the soul once?
For instance, isn't seven...

  
- Seven?

  
Merlin's beard, Tom, isn't it
bad enough to consider killing one person?

  
To rip the soul into seven pieces...

  
This is all hypothetical, isn't it, Tom?
All academic?

  
- Of course, Sir.

  
It'll be all this evening.

  
- Sir?

  
- This is beyond anything I imagined.

  
- Do you mean to say he succeeded, Sir?

  
In making a horcrux?

  
Oh yes, he succeeded all right.

  
And not just once.

  
- What are they, exactly?

  
- Could be anything.

  
Most commonplace of objects.

  
A ring, for example.

  
Or a book.

  
- Tom Riddle's diary.

  
- It's a horcrux, yes.

  
Four years ago, when you saved Ginny Weasley
from the chamber of secrets you brought me this.

  
I knew then this was a different kind of magic.
Very dark, very powerful.

  
But until tonight I had no idea just how powerful.

  
- And the ring?

  
- Belonged to Voldemorts mother.
Difficult to find.

  
Even more difficult to destroy.

  
- But... if you could find them all,
if you did destroy each horcrux...

  
- One destroys Voldemort.

  
- How do you find them?
They could be hidden anywhere, couldn't they?

  
- True. But magic, especially dark magic...

  
...leaves traces.

  
- That's where you've been going, isn't there, Sir?

  
When you leave school?

  
- Yes.

  
And I've think perhaps I may have found another.

  
But this time, I cannot hope to destroy it alone.

  
Once again, I must ask too much of you, Harry.

  
- 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 any more?

  
- Whether it has or hasn't is irrelevant.

  
I will not negotiate with you, Severus.

  
You agreed. Nothing more to discuss.

  
Ah, Harry.

  
You need a shave, my friend.

  
You know, at times, I forget
how much you've grown.

  
At times I still see the small boy from the cupboard.

  
Forgive my morkishness, Harry.

  
I'm old now.

  
- You still look the same to me, Sir.

  
- Just like your mother,
you're unfailingly kind.

  
A trait people never fail
to undervalue, I'm afraid.

  
The place to which we journey tonight
is extremely dangerous.

  
I promised you could accompany me,
and I stand by that promise.

  
But there's one condition:...

  
You must obey every command I give
you without question.

  
- Yes, Sir.

  
- You do understand what I'm saying:...

  
Should I tell you to hide, you hide.

  
Should I tell you to run, you run.

  
Should I tell you to abandon me and save yourself,
you must do so.

  
Your word, Harry.

  
- My word.

  
- Take my arm.

  
- But, Sir, I thought you couldn't
apparate within Hogwarts?

  
- Well, being me has its privileges.

  
This is the place.

  
Oh, yes.

  
This place has known magic.

  
- Sir!
- In order to gain passage payment must be made.

  
Payment intended to weaken any intruder.

  
- You should have let me, Sir.

  
- No, Harry.
Your blood's much more precious than mine.

  
Voldemort will not have made it easy
to discover this hiding place.

  
He will put certain defences in position.

  
Careful.

  
There it is.

  
The only question is,
how do we get there?

  
If you would, Harry.

  
- Do you think the horcrux
is in there, Sir?

  
- Oh yes.

  
It has to be drunk.

  
All of it has to be drunk.

  
You remember the conditions on
which I brought you with me?

  
This potion might paralyze me.

  
Might make me forget, why I'm here.

  
Might cause me so much pain
that I beg for relief.

  
You are not to indulge these requests.

  
It's your job, Harry, to make sure,
I keep drinking this potion.

  
You'll maybe have to force it
down my throat.

  
Understood?

  
- Why can't I drink it, Sir?

  
- Because I am much older,
much cleverer and much less valuable.

  
To good health, Harry.

  
- Professor!

  
Professor!

  
Professor?

  
Can you hear me?

  
Professor?

  
You have to keep drinking,
like you said, remember?

  
It will stop, it will stop,
but only if you keep drinking.

  
- Don't... make me...
- I'm sorry, Sir.

  
- KILL ME!

  
It's my fault.

  
My... fault.

  
My fault.

  
- Just one more, Sir.

  
One more, I promised.

  
I promised I'll do what you say.

  
I promised.

  
Please!

  
- Harry.

  
Water.

  
Water.

  
- Water.

  
You did it, Sir.

  
Look.

  
- Harry.

  
Water.

  
- Aguamenti.

  
- Water.

  
- Lumos.

  
LUMOS MAXIMA.

  
STUPEFY!

  
SECTUM SEMPRA!

  
- Harry.

  
- INCARCERUS!

  
STUPEFY!

  
- HARRY!

  
Harry.

  
AGIT TEMPUS!

  
- Go to your houses.
No dawdling.

  
- We should get you to the hospital wing, Sir.

  
To Madam Pomfrey.

  
- No.

  
Severus.
Severus is whom I need.

  
Wake him.

  
Tell him what happened.

  
Speak to no one else.

  
Severus, Harry.

  
Hide yourself below, Harry.

  
Don't speak or be seen by anybody without my commission.

  
Whatever happens.
It's imperious you stay below.

  
Harry, do as I say.

  
Trust me.

  
Trust me.

  
Good evening, Drako.

  
What brings you here
on this fine spring evening?

  
Who else is here?

  
I heard you talking.

  
- I often talk aloud to myself.

  
I find it extraordinarily useful.

  
Have you always been to yourself, Drako?

  
Drako, you are no assassin.

  
- How do you know what I am?

  
I've done things that would shock you.

  
- Oh, like cursing Katie Bell and hoping that they'd
then return to bear a cursed necklace to me?

  
Like replacing a bottle of mead with one laced with poison?

  
Forgive me, Drako.

  
I cannot help feeling these actions are so
weak that your heart can't really have been in.

  
- He cursed me.
I was chosen.

  
- I shall make it easy for you.

  
- Expelliarmus.

  
- Very good, very good.

  
You're not alone.

  
There are others.

  
How?

  
- The vanishing cabinet in the room of requirement.

  
I've been mending it.

  
- And I guess it has a sister.
Which one?

  
- Borgin and Burke's.
They form a passage.

  
- Ingenious.

  
Drako, years ago, I knew a boy
who made all the wrong choices.

  
Please let me help you.

  
- I don't want your help.

  
Don't you understand?

  
I have to do this.

  
I have to kill you...

  
...or he's going to kill me.

  
- Well.

  
Look what we have here.

  
Well done, Drako.

  
- Good evening, Bellatrix.

  
I think introductions are in order, don't you?

  
- I'd love to, Albus.

  
But I'm afraid we're on a bit of a tight schedule.

  
Do it!

  
- He doesn't have the stomach.

  
Just like his father.

  
Let me finish him in my own way.

  
- NO!

  
The Dark Lord has ??? to do it.

  
'Cause it's ???

  
Go on, Drako, NOOW!

  
- No.

  
- Severus.

  
Please.

  
- Avada kedavra.

  
- SNAPE!

  
He trusted you!

  
- Go on!

  
- Incarcerus!

  
FIGHT BACK!

  
YOU COWARD, FIGHT BACK!

  
- NO!
He belongs to the Dark Lord.

  
SECTUM SEMPRA!

  
- You dare use my own spells against me, Potter?

  
Yes, I'm the Half Blood Prince.

  
- Potter.

  
In light of what has happened,
if you should have the need to talk to someone...

  
You should know, professor Dumbledore...

  
You meant a great deal to him.

  
- Do you think he would have done it?
Drako?

  
- No.

  
No, he was lowering his wand.

  
In the end it was Snape.

  
It was always Snape.

  
Can't do nothing.

  
It's fake.

  
Open it.

  
- To the Dark Lord.

  
I know I will be dead long before you read this,
but I want you to know it was I who discovered your secret.

  
I have stolen the real horcrux and I 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.

  
R.A.B.?

  
- Don't know.

  
But whoever they are,
they have the real horcrux.

  
Which means, it was all a waste.

  
All of it.

  
- Ron's okay with you, you know?

  
You and Ginny.

  
If I were you when he's around
I'd keep the snogging to a minimum.

  
- I'm not coming back, Hermione.

  
I've got to finish whatever Dumbledore started, and...

  
...I don't know where that'll lead me...

  
...but I'll let you and Ron know
where I am, when I can.

  
- I've always admired your courage, Harry.

  
But sometimes you can be really thick.

  
You don't really think you're going to be able to find all
those horcruxes by yourself, do you?

  
You need us, Harry.

  
- I never realized how beautiful this place was.