Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

Harry Potter:
[reading his welcoming letter] "Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Draco Malfoy:
You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.

Severus Snape:
[entering class room] There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention! Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?...And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?...Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?

Dumbledore:
It does not do to dwell on dreams, and forget to live.

Dumbledore:
To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

Dumbledore:
The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with caution.

Dumbledore:
Only a person who wanted to find the Stone - find it, but not use it - would be able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And between you and me, that is saying something.

Lord Voldemort:
There is no good and evil. There is only power... and those too weak to seek it.

[First lines]

Dumbledore:
(To cat) I should have known that you would be here... Professor McGonagall.

(The cat turns into McGonagall)

McGonagall:
Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumors true, Albus?

Dumbledore:
I'm afraid so, Professor. The good and the bad.

McGonagall:
And the boy?

Dumbledore:
Hagrid is bringing him.

McGonagall:
Do you really think it wise trusting Hagrid with something as important as this?

Dumbledore:
Ah, Professor. I would trust Hagrid with my life.

(Hagrid appears on a flying motorcycle)

Hagrid:
Professor Dumbledore, sir. Professor McGonagall.

Dumbledore:
Ah, Hagrid. No trouble, I assume?

Hagrid:
No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. (hands Dumbledore a bundle - Harry) Try not to wake him.

(Dumbledore takes Harry and heads for the Dursleys)

McGonagall:
Do you think it's safe, leaving him with these people? I've watched them all day, they're the worst sort of... Muggles imaginable. They really are--

Dumbledore:
The only family he has.

McGonagall:
This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in our world that doesn't know his name.

Dumbledore:
Exactly. He's better off growing up away from all that... until he is ready.

(Dumbledore places Harry on the doorstep. Hagrid snivels.)

Dumbledore:
There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all.

(Hagrid nods)

Dumbledore:
(Places a letter on Harry) Good luck... Harry Potter.

Dudley:
How many are there?!

Uncle Vernon:
36, counted them myself.

Dudley:
36?! But last year, last year I got 37!

Uncle Vernon:
Well, some are a bit bigger than last year's -

Dudley:
I DON'T CARE HOW BIG THEY ARE!

Uncle Vernon:
[grabs Harry by the hair] What happened?!

Harry:
I swear, I don't know! One minute, the glass was there and then it was gone! It was like magic!

Uncle Vernon:
[puts Harry in the stairway, in a fierce tone] There's no such thing as magic! [slam the door]

Uncle Vernon:
Fine day Sunday. In my opinion, best day of the week. Why is that, Dudley?

Harry:
[when Dudley doesn't answer] Because there's no post on Sundays?

Uncle Vernon:
Right you are, Harry! No post on Sundays. Hah!

Harry:
Who are you?

Hagrid:
Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. Of course, you know all about Hogwarts.

Harry:
Sorry, no.

Hagrid:
No? Blimey, Harry, did you never wonder where yer parents learned it all?

Harry:
All what?

Hagrid:
Yer a wizard, Harry.

Harry:
I-- I'm a what?

Hagrid:
A wizard! And a thumpin' good 'un, I'll wager, once you've been trained up a bit.

Harry:
I think you've made a mistake. I mean, I... can't be a... a wizard. I mean, I'm... just... Harry. Just Harry.

Hagrid:
Well, "Just Harry"... did you ever make anything happen? Anything you couldn't explain when you were angry or scared?

Harry:
[to the Dursleys; angrily after Vernon refuses Harry's entrance to Hogwarts because they swore when the took him in to "put a stop to all this rubbish"] You knew! You knew all along and you never told me?!

Aunt Petunia:
[bitterly] Of course we knew! How could you not be? My perfect sister being what she was? My mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter. "We have a witch in the family. Isn't it wonderful?" I was the only one who saw her for what she was: a freak! And then she met that Potter, and she had you, and I knew you'd be the same. Just as strange, just as... abnormal. And then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!

Harry:
"Blown up"?! You told me my parents died in a car crash!

Hagrid:
A CAR CRASH?! A car crash kill Lily an' James Potter?!

Aunt Petunia:
[sheepishly] We had to tell him something...

Hagrid:
It's an outrage! It's a scandal!

Uncle Vernon:
He will not be going!

Hagrid:
[somewhat amused] Oh, and I suppose a great Muggle like yourself's gonna stop him, are ya?

Harry:
"Muggle"?

Hagrid:
Err, non-magic folk. [to the Dursleys, angrily] This boy's had his name down ever since he was born! He's going to the finest school of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the world, and he'll be under the finest headmaster that Hogwarts has ever seen: Albus Dumbledore. [In the meantime, Hagrid is unaware of Dudley stealing the cake he made for Harry]

Uncle Vernon:
I will not pay to have some crackpot old fool teach him magic tricks!

[Visibly angered, Hagrid whips out his umbrella and points it threateningly at Uncle Vernon.]

Hagrid:
Never. Insult. Albus Dumbledore. In front of me.

[Hagrid sees Dudley eating Harry's cake and points his umbrella at him. A Pig's tail appears on his backside. The Dursley scream and run out of the room]

Ollivander:
Curious.... Very curious...

Harry:
Sorry...but what's curious?

Ollivander:
I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr Potter. Every single wand. And it just so happens that the phoenix, whose tail feather resides in your wand, gave another feather. Just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand, when its brother gave you that scar.

Harry:
....And who owned that wand?

Ollivander:
We do not speak his name. The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why. But. I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you, Mr Potter. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things also. Terrible, yes... but great.

Harry:
He killed my parents, didn't he? The one who gave me this. [points to his scar. Hagrid looks hesitant respond] You know, Hagrid, I know you do.

Hagrid:
[sighs and leans towards him] First - and understand this, Harry, 'cause it's very important - not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. And a few years ago, there was one wizard who went as bad as you can go. And his name was V-- [becomes tense] His name was V--

Harry:
Maybe if you wrote it down?

Hagrid:
Nah, I can't spell it. All right... [in a whisper] Voldemort.

Harry:
Voldemort?

Hagrid:
[frantically] Shh! It was dark times, Harry, dark times.

[As Hagrid narrates, we see a flashback of a robed, hooded figure - Voldemort - breaking into Harry's parents' home and striking his mother dead; it ends just as Voldemort aims his wand at baby Harry]

Hagrid:
Voldemort started to gather some followers; brought 'em over to the dark side. Anyone that stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against him, but nobody lived once he decided to kill 'em. Nobody. Not one. Except you.

Harry:
Me? Voldemort tried to kill... me?

Hagrid:
Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on yer forehead. A mark like that only comes from bein' touched by a curse, and an evil curse at that.

Harry:
And what happened to Vol-- To You-Know-Who?

Hagrid:
Well, some say he died. Codswallop in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he's still out there somewhere, too tired to carry on. But one thing's fer certain: Somethin' about you stumped him that night. That's why you're famous. That's why everyone knows your name. You're the Boy Who Lived.

Hermione:
Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one.

Ron:
No.

Hermione:
[sees Ron attempting magic] Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then.

Ron:
Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow... turn this stupid, fat rat yellow!

[Nothing happens]

Hermione:
Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good is it? [Ron gives Harry an indignant and exasperated look] Of course, I've only tried a few simple ones myself, but they've all worked for me. For example, [sits in front of Harry] Oculus Reparo.

[She waves her wand and Harry's glasses are immediately fixed.]

Hermione:
That's better, isn't it? [realizes who he is] Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger. [looks at Ron] And... you are?

Ron:
[muffled] Um, Ron Weasley.

Hermione:
Pleasure. You two best change into robes, I expect we'll be arriving soon. [leaves, but turns around to face Ron] You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know? Just there.

[Ron, annoyed, rubs his nose and finds she is right]

Draco Malfoy:
So it's true, then. What they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts. [All the first years murmur in excitement; Draco indicates two boys next to him] This is Crabbe, and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. [Ron snickers; Draco turns to glare at him] Think my name's funny, do you? Well, no need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down-robe? You must be a Weasley. [turns back to Harry] You'll soon find out some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there. [offers his hand]

Harry:
[coldly] I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.

[Harry has just joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team.]

Ron:
Fred and George are on the team too. Beaters.

Fred:
Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too much! Can't make any promises. Rough game, Quidditch.

George:
Brutal! But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally (Harry and Ron walk off) but they'll turn up in a month or two!

Oliver:
(Leading Harry to practice, carrying a trunk) Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each team has seven players: Three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper, and a Seeker. That's you. (Opens trunk and takes a round ball with four indents in it out) There are three kinds of balls. (Tosses it to Harry) This one's called the Quaffle. The Chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops. (Points to three hoops on opposite end of field.) The Keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. With me so far?

Harry:
I think so. (Tosses Quaffle back to Oliver) What are those? (Acknowledges two other balls)

Oliver:
Oh. (Takes out a bat, a little shorter that a baseball bat) You better take this. (Hands bat to Harry, then unlatches one of the balls from trunk. It shoots up into the air, then zooms back down) Careful now, it's comin' back.

(Harry whacks the ball with the bat. The ball zooms off in another direction)

Oliver:
Not bad, Potter. You'd make a fair Beater. (The ball comes back heading directly for Oliver) Uh-oh. (It whacks him in the chest, knocking him over. He fights with it to get it back in the trunk. He eventually succeeds, and locks it back in)

Harry:
What was that thing?

Oliver:
(Panting) Bludger. Nasty little buggers. But you... (Points to Harry)...are a Seeker. (Takes out walnut-sized gold ball with silver wings) The only thing I want you to worry about is this. The Golden Snitch. (Hands it to Harry)

Harry:
I like this ball.

Oliver:
Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see.

Harry:
What do I do with it?

Oliver:
You catch it... before the other team's Seeker. You catch this, the game's over. You catch this, Potter, and we win.

Hagrid:
Ron, Hermione, you'll come with me.

Ron:
(In a timid, high voice) Okay.

Hagrid:
And Harry, you'll go with Malfoy.

[Harry nods]

Malfoy:
Alright, then I get Fang.

Hagrid:
Fine. Just so you know, he's a bloody coward.

(Malfoy and Harry look over at Fang, who whimpers)

[Harry enters a dungeon and discovers Quirrell in front of the Mirror of Erised]

Harry:
You?! No, it can't-- it can't be! Snape, he was-- he was the one who--

Quirrell:
Yes, Snape. He does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to him, who would suspect p-p-p-poor st-st-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?

Harry:
But that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me.

Quirrell:
No, dear boy. I tried to kill you! And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded! Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse.

Harry:
Snape was... trying to save me?

Quirrell:
I knew you were a danger to me right from the off. Especially after Halloween.

Harry:
Th-th-then you let the troll in!

Quirrell:
Very good, Potter, yes. Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. While everyone else was running about the dungeons, he went to the third floor to head me off. He, of course, never trusted me again. He barely left me alone. But he doesn't understand - I'm never alone. Never. Now, what does this mirror do? Yes, I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?!

Creepy Voice:
Use the boy.

Quirrell:
Come here, Potter! NOW!

[Harry walks to Quirrell and the Mirror of Erised]

Quirrell:
Now... tell me. What do you see?

[Harry sees his reflection take out the Philosopher's Stone, then places it into his pocket. He realizes that it actually is in his pocket.]

Quirrell:
What is it, what do you see?!

Harry:
I-- I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the House Cup.

Creepy Voice:
He lies.

Quirrell:
Tell the truth! What do you see?!

Creepy Voice:
Let me speak to him.

Quirrell:
Master, you are not strong enough!

Creepy Voice:
I have strength enough for this...

[Quirrell unwraps his turban, revealing a hideous face on the back of his head - Voldemort.]

Voldemort:
Harry Potter. We meet again.

Harry:
Voldemort?

Voldemort:
Yes. You see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, a mere parasite. Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can. Something that, conviently enough, lies in your pocket!

[Harry attempts to escape]

Voldemort:
Stop him!

[Quirrell blocks Harry by snapping his fingers, causing a large fire to block off the entrance]

Voldemort:
Don't be a fool. Why suffer a horrific death, when you can join me and live?

Harry:
Never!

Voldemort:
[laughs] Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Harry... would you like to see your mother and father again? [Harry's parents appear in the Mirror of Erised] Together, we can bring them back. All I ask is for something in return.

[Harry pulls the Stone out of his pocket.]

Voldemort:
That's it, Harry. There is no good and evil. There is only power... and those too weak to seek it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the Stone.

[Harry's parents disappear from the mirror]

Harry:
"[screams]" You liar!

Voldemort:
Kill him!

[Quirrell flies into the air and begins choking Harry. Harry tries to reach for the stone, but grabs Quirrell's wrist, and suddenly makes it immediately begin to burn and turn into ash. Quirrell gasps, screams, and lets go of Harry in fear]

Quirrell:
[panicking] What is this magic?!

Voldemort:
Fool! Get the Stone!

[Quirrell reaches for the Stone with his other hand. Harry puts his hands on Quirrell's face, causing his face to burn and turn to ash too. Quirrell screams in agony, and turns to ash, until there is nothing but his robes. Harry grabs the Stone. Behind him the ghost of Voldemort rushes at Harry, knocks him out and escapes while the camera pans towards the Stone.]

[Last lines]

Hermione:
Feels strange to be going home, doesn't it?

Harry:
I'm not going home... not really.

Let The Magic Begin.

Journey Beyond Your Imagination.

Dudley:
[about his gifts] How many are there?

Uncle Vernon:
36, counted them myself.

Dudley:
36?! But last year, last year I had 37!

Uncle Vernon:
I mean– Yes, yes. Well, some are a quite a bit bigger than last year's –

Dudley:
I don't care how big they are!

[After their fiasco with a three-headed dog.]

Ron:
What do they think they're doing? Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?

Hermione:
You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?

Ron:
I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didn't notice. They were three!

Hermione:
It was standing on a trapdoor. Which means, it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something.

Harry:
Guarding something?

Hermione:
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. Or worse, expelled. [Goes into her dormitory]

Ron:
She needs to sort out her priorities.

[Talking about Snape after the Quidditch match when he was accused of jinxing Harry's broom]

Hagrid:
Nonsense! Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?

Harry:
Who knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Hallowe'en?

Hagrid:
Who told you about Fluffy?

Ron:
"Fluffy"?!

Hermione:
That thing has a name?

Hagrid:
Of course, he's got a name! He's mine! I bought him off an Irish feller I met down at the pub last year. The I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the–

Harry:
Yes?

Hagrid:
Shouldn't have said that. No more questions! Don't ask any more questions. That's top-secret, that is.

Harry:
But, Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snape's trying to steal it.

Hagrid:
Codswallop! Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher!

Hermione:
Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a spell when I see one. I've read all about them. You've got to keep eye contact and Snape wasn't blinking.

Harry:
Exactly.

[Snape has approached Harry, Ron and Hermione]

Snape:
Now, what would three young Gryffindors such as yourselves be doing inside on a day like this?

Hermione:
We... [Snape looks to her, expecting an answer]...we were just...

Snape:
You ought to be more careful. People may think you're...[Snape notices Harry eyeing him cautiously. He glares sharply at Harry]...up to something.

Dumbledore:
Harry, do you know why Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him? [Harry shakes his head] It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark. [Harry reaches up to touch his scar] No, no. This kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin.

Harry:
What is it?

Dumbledore:
[smiling] Love, Harry. Love.

"Scared Pottah"

Draco Malfoy:
Potter, Potter. Is it true you fainted( goyle pretend faints) I mean you actually fainted.

Ron:
shove off Malfoy.

Harry:
You think I'm not listening too? You think I don't know how it feels?

Ron:
No you don't know how it feels! Your parents are dead! You have no family.

Aunt Petunia:
Up! Get up! Now!

Dudley:
Wake up, cousin! We're going to the zoo!

Aunt Petunia:
Here he comes the birthday boy!

Uncle Vernon:
Happy birthday son.

Aunt Petunia:
Why don't you just cook the breakfast and try not to burn anything.

Harry:
Yes Aunt Petunia.

Aunt Petunia:
I want everything to be perfect for my Dudley's special day!

Uncle Vernon:
Hurry up! Bring my coffee boy!

Harry:
Yes Uncle Vernon.

Aunt Petunia:
Aren't they wonderful darling?

Dudley:
[about his gifts] How many are there?

Uncle Vernon:
36, counted them myself.

Dudley:
36?! But last year, last year I had 37!

Uncle Vernon:
I mean– Yes, yes. Well, some are a quite a bit bigger than last year's –

Dudley:
I don't care how big they are!

Uncle Vernon:
Now, now, now, this is what we're going to do. Is that when we go out we're going to buy you 2 new presents. How's that pumpkin?

Aunt Petunia:
It should be a lovely day at the zoo. I'm really looking forward to it.

Uncle Vernon:
I'm warning you now boy. Any funny business, any at all and you won't have any meals for a week. Get in.

[Dudley and Vernon are banging on the glass at a snake habitat at the zoo]

Dudley:
Make it move.

Uncle Vernon:
Move.

Dudley:
Move!!

Harry:
He's asleep!

Dudley:
He's boring.

Harry:
Sorry about him he doesn't understand what it's like, lying there day after day watching people press their ugly faces in on you. [the snake looks straight at Harry] Can you hear me? [the snake nods] It's just I've never talked to a snake before. Do you… Do you talk to people often? You're from Burma, aren't you? Was it nice there? Did you miss your family? [the snake shakes its head "no"] I see. That's me as well. I never knew my parents either.

Dudley:
[rushing over and shoving Harry out of the way] Mummy, Dad, come here; you won't believe what this snake is doing! [the entire pane of glass vanishes; Dudley stumbles and falls in] Woah! Woah! Ah!

[The snake slithers out and looks at Harry]

Snake:
Thanks.

Harry:
Any time.

[The snake makes its escape, heading for the door]

Crowd:
Snake! Ahh!

[Dudley gets up, but panics when he finds the glass has reappeared]

Dudley:
Mum! Mummy! Help me!

Aunt Petunia:
My darling boy! How did you get in there! Who did this? How did you get in there? Is there a snake?

Uncle Vernon:
Oh Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk.

Dudley:
Dad! Look! Harry's got a letter!

Harry:
Hey give it back! It's mine!

Uncle Vernon:
Yours? Who'd be writing to you?

Uncle Vernon:
Fine day Sunday. In my opinion, best day of the week. Why is that, Dudley?

Harry:
[when Dudley doesn't answer] Because there’s no post on Sundays?

Uncle Vernon:
Right you are, Harry! [takes cookie from Harry] No post on Sundays. Hah! No blasted letters today! No, sir! Not one single bloody letter! Not one! No sir, not one blasted, miserable- -

Dudley:
Make it stop, please!

Uncle Vernon:
Stop it!

Dudley:
Mummy what's happening?

Uncle Vernon:
Give me that! Give me that letter!

Harry:
Get off! They're my letters! Let go of me!

Uncle Vernon:
That's it! We're going away, far away! Where they can't find us!

Dudley:
Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?!

Harry:
All students must be equipped with a one standard size two pewter cauldron, and may bring, if they desire, either an owl, a cat, or a toad. Can we find all this in London?

Hagrid:
If you know where to go.

[Harry and Ron run into McGonagall's classroom.]

Ron:
Made it! Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?

[The cat leaps from the table and turns into McGonagall, who goes over to Harry and Ron.]

Ron:
That was bloody brilliant!

McGonagall:
Oh, thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of you might be on time.

Harry:
We got lost.

McGonagall:
Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats.

[As McGonagall goes over to her table, Harry and Ron sit next to each other.]

Firenze Harry Potter, you must leave. You are known to many creatures here. The Forest is not safe at this time, especially for you.

Harry:
But what was that thing you saved me from?

Firenze:
A monstrous creature. [indicates the dead Unicorn] It is a terrible crime to slay a Unicorn. Drinking a Unicorn's blood will keep you alive even if you are an inch from death, but at a terrible price, for you have slain something so pure, that from the moment the blood touches your lips, you will have a half-life. A cursed life.

Harry:
But who would choose such a life?

Firenze:
Can you think of no one?

Harry:
Do you mean to say, that-that thing that killed the Unicorn, that was drinking its blood... that was Voldemort?

Firenze:
Do you know what is hidden in the school at this very moment, Mr. Potter?

Harry:
The Sorcerer's Stone.

[Hagrid, Ron and Hermione appear]

Hermione:
Harry!

Hagrid:
Hello there, Firenze. See you've met our young Mr. Potter. You alright there, Harry?

Harry:
[nods] Mm-hm.

Firenze:
Harry Potter, this is where I leave you. You're safe now. Good luck.

[Harry wakes up in the hospital wing, puts on his glasses, and smiled to see his presents on the table]

Dumbledore:
Good afternoon, Harry. [sees candies and cards on table] Ah, tokens from your admirers.

Harry:
Admirers?

Dumbledore:
What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows. Ah, I see your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble of opening your Chocolate Frogs.

Harry:
Ron was here? Is he alright? What about Hermione?

Dumbledore:
Fine. They're both just fine.

Harry:
But what happened to the Stone?

Dumbledore:
Relax, dear boy. The Stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicholas and I have had a little chat, and agreed it was best, all around.

Harry:
But, then Flamel... he'll die, won't he?

Dumbledore:
He has enough elixir to set his affairs in order. But yes, he will die.

Harry:
How is it I got the Stone, Sir? One minute I was standing in the Mirror, and the next...

Dumbledore:
Ah, you see, only a person who wanted to find the Stone, find it, but not use it, would be able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And between you and me, that is saying something.

Harry:
Does that mean, with the Stone gone that is, that Voldemort can never come back?

Dumbledore:
Ah, I'm afraid... there are ways in which he can return. Harry, do you know why Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him? [Harry shakes his head] It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark. [Harry reaches up to touch his scar] No, no. This kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin.

Harry:
What is it?

Dumbledore:
[smiling] Love, Harry. Love. [walks back to the table] Ah, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. [picks it up] I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit-flavored one, and since then I'm afraid I've lost my liking for them. But, I think I could be safe with a nice toffee. [eats one bean] Mm, alas. Earwax.

[Harry smiles]