Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Muggle girl:
Harry Potter. Who's Harry Potter?

Harry Potter :
No one, bit of a tosser really.

Muggle Girl:
Funny that paper of yours, a couple minutes ago I could have sworn I saw a picture move.

Harry Potter:
Hey, I was wondering--

Muggle Girl:
11. That's when I get off. You can tell me all about that tosser Harry Potter.

Albus Dumbledore:
[To Harry] You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.

Harry Potter:
Actually, sir, after all these years, I just sorta go with it.

[Dumbledore has just exposed Slughorn, disguised as an armchair]

Horace Slughorn:
Merlin's Beard! No need to disfigure me, Albus.

Albus Dumbledore:
I must say, you make a very convincing armchair, Horace.

Horace Slughorn:
It's all in the upholstery. [pats his stomach] I come by the stuffing naturally. What gave me away?

Albus Dumbledore:
[points to stains in room] Dragon's blood.

Dumbledore:
So what's with all the theatrics, Horace? You weren't by any chance waiting for someone else, were you?

Horace Slughorn:
Someone else? I'm sure I don't know what you mean... Oh alright. The Death Eaters have been trying to recruit me for over a year, you know what that's like? You 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.

Ginny:
[sees Hedwig and Harry's trunk in the kitchen] Hedwig? [calls upstairs] Mum?

Molly Weasley:
Ginny? What is it?

Ginny:
I was only wondering when Harry got here.

Molly:
What? Harry? Harry who?

Ginny:
Harry Potter of course.

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

Ginny:
His trunk is in the kitchen. And his owl.

Molly:
No dear, I seriously doubt that.

[Hedwig chirps]

Ron:
Harry? Did someone say Harry?

Ginny:
Me, nosy. Is he up there with you?

Ron:
Of course not. I'd think I'd know if my best friend was in my room, wouldn't I?

Hermione:
Is that an owl I heard?

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

Hermione:
[eagerly] Really?

Harry:
[From the door] Really.

[Ron holds up a small box at Fred and George's shop]

Ron:
How much is this?

Fred and George:
Five Galleons.

Ron:
How much for me?

Fred and George:
Five Galleons.

Ron:
I'm your brother!

Fred and George:
Ten Galleons.

Harry Potter:
Sorry I made you miss the carriages by the way, Luna.

Luna Lovegood:
That's alright. It was like being with a friend.

Harry Potter:
Oh, I am your friend, Luna.

Luna Lovegood:
That's nice.

Filius Flitwick:
Oh, about time. I've been looking all over for you two! Names?

Harry Potter:
Professor Flitwick, you've known me for five years.

Filius Flitwick:
No exceptions, Mr. Potter!

Luna Lovegood:
[regarding Harry's broken nose] Would you like me to fix that for you? I think it makes you look a bit more Devil-may-care, but it's up to you...

Harry Potter:
Um, well, have you fixed noses before?

Luna Lovegood:
No, but I've done several toes. How different are they, really?

Ron:
[to Hermione and Ginny] Don't worry. He'll be here in a minute. [starts eating]

Hermione:
[smacks him on the arm with a book] Will you stop eating? Your best friend is missing!

Ron:
Oi. Turn around, you lunatic!

[Hermione and Ginny looks towards the Great Hall door and see Harry covered in blood.]

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

Ron:
Looks like it's his own this time.

Dumbledore:
I'm like you, Tom. I'm different.

Tom Riddle:
Prove it.

[Dumbledore continues to look at Tom, then the wardrobe behind them bursts into flame.]

Dumbledore:
I think there's something in your wardrobe that wants to come out, Tom.

[Harry and Dumbledore have just seen Dumbledore's memory of his first meeting with Tom Riddle.]

Harry Potter:
Did you know, sir? Then?

Albus Dumbledore:
Did I know that I just met the most dangerous dark wizard of all time? No.

Horace Slughorn:
What about you, Miss Granger? What do your parents do in the Muggle world?

Hermione Granger:
My parents are dentists. [Everyone except Harry looks at her in confusion] They tend to people's teeth.

Horace Slughorn:
Fascinating. And is that considered a dangerous profession?

Hermione:
No... Although, one boy, Robbie Fenwick did bite my father once. He needed ten stitches.

[Once again, everyone except Harry looks at her in confusion]

[Harry, Ron and Hermione are discussing the Half-Blood Prince]

Hermione:
I went to-

Ron and Harry:
The library!

Harry Potter:
What brings you here, sir?

Horace Slughorn:
[good-naturedly/drunkenly] Oh, the Three Broomsticks and I go way back! Farther back than I care to admit! Ho ho ho... Why I can remember when it was just ONE Broomstick! [Slughorn chuckles and spills his drink all over the table, splashing Hermione; she jumps away] Whoops! All hands on deck, there, Granger!

Professor Minerva McGonagall:
[to Harry, Ron, and Hermione] Why is it, whenever something happens, it is always you three?

Ron Weasley:
Believe me, Professor, I’ve been asking myself the same question for six years.

[About the cursed necklace]

Harry Potter:
It was Malfoy.

Minerva McGonagall:
That is a very serious accusation, Potter!

Severus Snape:
Indeed. Your evidence?

Harry Potter:
I just know.

Severus Snape:
You just know? [pause] Once again you astonish with your gifts Potter, gifts mere mortals can only dream of possessing. How grand it must be... to be the Chosen One.

Ron Weasley:
[about Ginny and Dean] What is it he sees in her?

Harry Potter:
She's smart... funny... attractive...

Ron:
Attractive?

Harry:
Well you know... she has nice... skin.

Ron:
Skin. So you think Dean's dating my sister because of her skin?

Harry:
Well, no, I'm just saying it could be a contributing factor.

Ron:
Hermione's got nice skin. You know, as skin goes, I mean.

Harry:
I-I've never really thought about it. But I suppose, yeah. Very nice. [long pause] ...I think I'll be going to sleep now.

Horace Slughorn:
Some of your classmates... well, let's just say they're unlikely to make the shelf.

Harry:
Shelf, sir?

[Slughorn points to a wall of portraits of his favorite students.]

Horace Slughorn:
Anyone who aspires to be anyone ends up here. But then again, you already are someone, aren't you, Harry?

Harry:
Did Voldemort ever make the shelf, sir? [Slughorn freezes] You knew him, didn't you, sir? Tom Riddle? You were his teacher.

Horace Slughorn:
Mr. Riddle had a number of teachers whilst he was here at Hogwarts.

Harry:
What was he like? [no response] I'm sorry, sir. Forgive me. He killed my parents.

Horace Slughorn:
I... 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, albeit 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.

[After the Quidditch match, before which Harry pretended to put Felix Felicis in Ron's drink]

Hermione Granger:
[To Harry] You really shouldn't have done it.

Harry Potter:
I know. I suppose I could've just used a Confundus Charm.

Hermione Granger:
That was different. That was tryouts. This was an actual game. [Harry takes the vial of Felix Felicis out of his shirt pocket and shows it to Hermione, who looks at it in confusion] You didn't put it in. Ron only thought you did.

[Hermione has run off from a Quidditch celebration party after seeing Ron kiss Lavender Brown. Harry finds her in a classroom with some birds flying around her.]

Hermione:
(Tearfully) Charms spell. I'm just practicing.

Harry:
Well, they're really good. (sits down)

Hermione:
How does it feel, Harry? When you see Dean with Ginny? I know. I see the way you look at her. You're my best friend.

[Ron and Lavender come running in, laughing. Harry gives them a dirty look.]

Lavender:
Oops! I think this room's taken! (runs off)

Ron:
What's with the birds?

[Hermione stands up angrily.]

Hermione:
Oppugno.

[Ron runs off and the birds chase him, crashing into the door. Ron leaves. Hermione sits down and starts to cry into Harry's shoulder.]

Harry:
It feels like this.

Hermionie Granger:
[about Romilda Vane] She's only interested in you because she thinks you're the Chosen One.

Harry Potter:
But I am the Chosen One. [Hermione hits on the head with a rolled up newspaper.] Sorry, um, kidding.

[Hermione is being offered a snack at Slughorn's Christmas party after evading Cormac McLaggen.]

Waiter:
Dragon Tartare?

Hermione:
No thanks.

Waiter:
Probably just as well, they give one terrible breath.

Hermione:
On second thoughts... [takes the platter and helps herself to said snack] Maybe they'll keep McLaggen at bay. God, here he comes!

[McLaggen eats one of the snacks off of a tray Harry is holding while talking to him.]

McLaggen:
What's this I'm eating, by the way?

Harry:
[tentative] Dragon Balls.

[Snape joins them behind the curtain. McLaggen throws up on Snape's shoes.]

Snape:
[pause] You've just bought yourself a month's detention, McLaggen - [Harry tries to leave] not... so quick, Potter!

[Ginny has stolen a place beside Harry on the couch in a secluded corner of the house on Christmas Eve. She has an eager expression. Mr. Weasley gets up and walks off]

Ginny:
[taking a mince pie from the plate on her lap] Open up, you. [Smiling broadly as he looks surprised] Don't you trust me? [she feeds him the mince pie]

Harry:
It's good...

[Ron approaches and sits down between them with a platter of even larger mince pies. Ginny looks somewhat crestfallen, as does Harry.]

Ron:
[as he is sitting down] Yeah, I'll just... Get... Yeah. [Offering the platter] Pie?

Harry:
[curtly] Not for me, no.

[Harry, still fully dressed, is sitting on the steps looking uneasily out of the window. Ginny, who has evidently just washed, runs into him on her way up to bed.]

Ginny:
(looking delighted) Has Ron gone to bed?

Harry:
Um... (looks upstairs) not yet, no.

Ginny:
(indicating his feet) Shoelace. [Harry bends down to re-tie his shoelaces, but Ginny gets there first. When she has finished, she straightens up and moves closer to him.] Merry Christmas, Harry.

Harry:
Merry Christmas.

[They lean in to kiss, but Bellatrix's fireball interrupts them.]

[Harry watches a faked memory of Tom Riddle at a Slug Club dinner party.]

Horace Slughorn:
[To Tom] I'd like to know where you get your information. More knowledgeable than half the staff, you are. [Someone in Tom's gang laughs]

Tom Riddle:
Sir, is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring?

Horace Slughorn:
[Eating pineapple] Now, 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 favorite. But how did you know?

Tom Riddle:
[Thinks of a response] Intuition.

Horace Slughorn:
[Smiles, then looks at a clock that has gone off] Good gracious, is it that time, already? Off you go, boys, or Professor Dippet will have us all in detention. [Everyone but Tom leaves. Tom taps the hourglass, and Slughorn notices Tom is still there] Look sharp, Tom. Don't want to be caught out of bed after hours. Is something on your mind, Tom?

Tom Riddle:
Yes, sir. You see, I couldn't think of anyone else to go to. The other professors, well, they're not like you. They might misunderstand.

Horace Slughorn:
Go on.

Tom Riddle:
[Approaching Slughorn] I was in the library the other day, in the Restricted Section, and I read something rather odd about a bit of rare magic, and I thought, perhaps, you could illuminate me. It's called, as I understand it... [He makes an unintelligible sound and Slughorn stares in bewilderment.]

Horace Slughorn:
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 EVER LET ME CATCH YOU MENTIONING IT AGAIN! [The memory becomes cloudy and ends]

Ron:
[under the effect of a love potion, fawning over Romilda Vane] I'm in love with her!

Harry:
All right, fine, you're in love with her. Have you ever actually met her?

Ron:
[Realizing] No. [Excitedly] Could you introduce me?

Lavender Brown:
(noticing Hermione at Ron's side in the Hospital Wing) What's she doing here!?

Hermione:
I might ask you the same question!

Lavender:
I happen to be his girlfriend!

Hermione:
I happen to be his... friend.

Lavender:
Don't make me laugh. You haven't spoken in weeks! I suppose you want to make up now that he's suddenly all interesting!

Hermione:
He's been poisoned, you daft dimbo! And for the record, I've always found him interesting.

[Ron stirs]

Lavender Brown:
Ah! See? He senses my presence. [leans down] Don't worry, Won-Won! I'm here. I'm here.

Ron Weasley:
[croaks] Uh... Hermione... Her... my... nee. Hermione...

[Hermione tenderly takes Ron's hand. Lavender runs out in tears. Awkward silence.]

Albus Dumbledore:
[jovially] Oh, to be young and to feel love's keen sting. Well, come away everyone... Mr. Weasley is well tended.

[They all leave]

Ginny:
(whispering to Harry) About time, too. Don't you think?

Harry:
(To Madam Pomfrey as she puts something on Ron's bedside table) Thank you.

Hermione:
(noticing Harry's expression) Oh, shut up.

(Harry leaves as Hermione continues to clutch Ron's hand and smile tenderly at him.)

[Harry emerges from a corner hiding from Draco who turns sharply]

Harry:
Sectumsempra

[The spell hits Draco who gets knocked aside. Harry then looks at Draco who lies on the floor bleeding. Snape then appears before Draco and presses his wand into Draco's wounds]

Snape:
Vulnera Sanentur [as he speaks the wounds inflicted by Harry heal]

[Slughorn is snipping tentacular leaves through a window in the greenhouse. Harry, who is walking by, notices Slughorn and walks up behind him, startling him.]

Horace Slughorn:
[Gasps in surprise] Merlin's beard, Harry!

Harry Potter:
Oh, sorry, sir, I should've announced myself. Cleared my throat. Coughed. You probably feared I was Professor Sprout!

Horace Slughorn:
Yes, I did actually! ...What made you think that?

Harry Potter:
Oh, well, just the general behavior, sir - the sneaking around, jumping when you saw me... Are those tentacular leaves, sir? They're very valuable, aren't they?

Horace Slughorn:
Ten Galleons a leaf to the right buyer! ...Not that I'm familiar with any such back alley transactions, but one does hear rumors. My own interests are purely academic, of course.

Harry Potter:
Personally, these plants always kind of freak me out.

[Harry says he is in a hurry to get to Hagrid's and says he must go]

Horace Slughorn:
[Astounded] HARRY!

Harry Potter:
[Similarly] Sir?

[Slughorn pursues Harry, under the influence of Felix Felicis, across the grounds.]

Horace Slughorn:
Harry, I must insist you accompany me back to the castle immediately!

Harry Potter:
That would be counter-productive, sir!

Horace Slughorn:
What makes you say that?

Harry Potter:
No idea.

Horace Slughorn:
[Seeing Aragog's corpse] Merlin's beard! Is that an actual Acromantula?

Harry Potter:
A dead one, I think, sir.

Horace Slughorn:
[To Hagrid] Dear man, however did you manage to kill it?!

[Trying to persuade Slughorn, who is drunk, to divulge his true memory]

Harry:
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, sir. Be brave like my mother. Otherwise you disgrace her. Otherwise she died for nothing. Otherwise the bowl will remain empty, forever.

Slughorn:
Please... don't think badly of me when you see it. You've no idea how he was like, even then. [Withdraws memory]

[Harry watches Slughorn's real memory, which starts with Tom tapping the hourglass]

Tom Riddle:
[approaching Slughorn] I was in the library the other day, 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.

Horace Slughorn:
I beg your pardon?

Tom Riddle:
A Horcrux. I came across the term while reading and I didn't fully understand it.

Horace Slughorn:
I'm not sure what you were reading, Tom, but this is very dark stuff. Very dark indeed.

Tom Riddle:
Which is why I came to you.

Horace Slughorn:
[Stares at Tom for a second] A Horcrux is an object in which a person has concealed part of their soul.

Tom Riddle:
But I don't understand how that works, sir.

Horace Slughorn:
One splits ones soul and hides part of it in an object. By doing so, you are protected, should you be attacked and your body destroyed.

Tom Riddle:
Protected?

Horace Slughorn:
That part of your soul that is hidden lives on. In other words, you cannot die.

Tom Riddle:
[Looks into the fireplace] And how does one split his soul, sir?

Horace Slughorn:
I think you already know the answer to that, Tom.

Tom Riddle:
Murder.

Horace Slughorn:
Yes. Killing rips the soul apart. It's a violation against nature.

Tom Riddle:
[Adjusting ring on his finger, the same one in present day Dumbledore's office] Can you only split the soul once? For instance, isn't seven...

Horace Slughorn:
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?

Tom Riddle:
[Smiling] Of course, sir. It'll be our little secret.

[Memory goes cloudy and ends]

Albus Dumbledore:
Good evening, Draco. What brings you here on this fine, spring evening?

Draco Malfoy:
Who else is here? I heard you talking.

Albus Dumbledore:
I often talk aloud to myself. I find it extraordinarily useful. Have you been whispering to you yourself, Draco? Draco, you are no assassin.

Draco Malfoy:
How do you know what I am?! I've done things that would shock you!

Albus Dumbledore:
Like cursing Katie Bell and hoping that, in return, she would bear a cursed necklace to me? Like replacing a bottle of mead with one laced with poison? Forgive me, Draco, but I cannot help feeling these actions are so weak that your heart couldn't really be in them.

Draco Malfoy:
He trusts me! I was chosen! [reveals the Dark Mark on his left arm]

Albus Dumbledore:
I shall make it easy for you... [raises his wand]

Draco Malfoy:
Expelliarmus!

Albus Dumbledore:
[wand flies out of his hand] Very good, very good. [door opens in the distance] You're not alone? There are others? How?

Draco Malfoy:
The Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement. I've been mending it.

Albus Dumbledore:
Let me guess; It has a sister? A twin?

Draco Malfoy:
At Borgin & Burke's. They form a passage.

Albus Dumbledore:
Ingenius. Draco, years ago, I knew a boy who made all the wrong choices. Please let me help you.

Draco Malfoy:
[breaking into tears] 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...

Bellatrix Lestrange:
[walking into the astronomy tower followed by Death Eaters] Well, look what we have here. Well done, Draco!

Albus Dumbledore:
Good evening, Bellatrix. I think introductions are called for.

Bellatrix Lestrange:
Love to, Albus, but I'm afraid we're on a bit of a tight schedule. [to Draco] Do it!

Fenrir Greyback:
He doesn't have the stomach... just like his father. Let me finish him in my own way.

Bellatrix Lestrange:
No! The Dark Lord was clear; The boy's to do it. This is your moment. Do it! Go on, Draco! NOW!

Severus Snape:
No. [steps in]

Albus Dumbledore:
Severus... please.

[short pause]

Severus Snape:
Avada Kedavra!

[The spell hits Dumbledore. He is knocked over the rail behind him and falls from the tower]

Harry Potter:
Incarcerous! [Snape blocks the spell] Fight back! You coward, fight back!

[Bellatrix knocks Harry backwards with a spell]

Severus Snape:
No! He belongs to the Dark Lord!

[Bellatrix reluctantly walks away. Snape glances at Harry briefly before beginning to leave.]

Harry Potter:
Sectumsempra!

[Snape knocks Harry backwards, then approaches him slowly]

Severus Snape:
You dare use my own spells against me, Potter? [Harry stares in horror] Yes. I'm the Half-Blood Prince. [Kicks Harry's wand away and leaves]

[Harry Potter enters the Headmaster's office alone and watches everything, Minerva McGonagall enters to tell Harry]

Minerva McGonagall:
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.

[Next scene, in the Astronomy Tower with Harry, Ron and Hermione]

Hermione Granger:
Do you think he would've done it? Draco.

Harry Potter:
No. No, he was lowering his wand. In the end, it was Snape. It was always Snape. I did nothing. [Harry gives the locket to Hermione] It's fake. Open it.

Hermione Granger:
[opens the locket and reads the message] "To the Dark Lord: I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. R.A.B." R.A.B.?

Harry Potter:
Don't know. But whoever they are, they have the real Horcrux. It means it was all a waste. All of it.

Hermione Granger:
Ron's okay with you, you know. You and Ginny. If I were you when he's around, I'd keep snogging to a minimum.

Harry Potter:
I'm not coming back, Hermione. I got to finish whatever Dumbledore started. And I don't know where that'll leave me, but I'll let you and Ron know where I am... when I can.

Hermione Granger:
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.

Harry Potter:
I never realized how beautiful this place was.