Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Harry Potter:
[to DA in Hog's Head] Facing this stuff in real life is not like school. In school, if you make a mistake, you can just try again tomorrow, but out there, when you're a second away from being murdered or watching a friend die right before your eyes, you don't know what that's like.

Harry Potter:
[Addressing Dumbledore's Army] Working hard is important. But there is something that matters even more, believing in yourself. Think of it this way; every great wizard in history has started out as nothing more than what we are now, students. If they can do it, why not us?

Dolores Umbridge:
You know, I really hate children!

Dolores Umbridge:
[As she is carried into the forest by the centaurs] I am Senior Undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge. Let me go!

Dolores Umbridge:
As I have told you before, Mr. Potter, naughty children deserve to be punished.

Dolores Umbridge:
I will have order!

Luna Lovegood:
[to Harry] Well if I were You-Know-Who, I'd want you to feel cut off from everyone else; because if it's just you alone, you're not as much of a threat.

Luna Lovegood:
[to Harry, about the Thestrals] You're not going mad. [Lowering her upside-down magazine] I can see them too. You're just as sane as I am.

Luna Lovegood:
[to Harry RE the rumours in the Daily Prophet] We both believe you by the way. (pause; in one breath) That He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back and that you fought him and that the Ministry and the Prophet are conspiring against you and Dumbledore.

Cornelius Fudge:
We have confirmed, that ten high-security prisoners, in the early hours of yesterday evening, did escape. And of course the Muggle Prime Minister has been alerted to the danger. We strongly suspect that the break out was engineered by a man with personal experience in escaping from Azkaban, notorious mass-murderer Sirius Black, cousin of escapee, Bellatrix Lestrange.

Cornelius Fudge:
Having already revolutionized the teaching of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Dolores Umbridge will, as High Inquisitor, have powers, to address the seriously falling standards, at Hogwarts School.

Cornelius Fudge:
Security will remain the Ministry's top priority.

Uncle Vernon:
[In response to a howler convicting Harry of Underage Wizardry] JUSTICE.

Rubeus Hagrid:
It's changing out there. There's a storm coming, Harry... just like last time.

Sybill Trelawney:
(goes into a trance, makes a prediction) The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... and the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal but he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not... For neither can live while the other s-survives.

Ronald Weasley:
[repeated line] Bloody hell...

Seamus Finnigan:
Harry! [Harry turns around] Well, I...er...I...um...Well, what I'm really trying to say is, I believe you. [Harry, Ron and Hermione stare at him in disbelief]

Molly Weasley:
OH! Just because you're allowed to use magic now does NOT mean you have to whip your wands out for EVERYTHING!!!!! Are you hungry, Harry?

Sirius Black:
[Last words; After Harry attacks Lucius Malfoy] Nice one, James!

Harry:
Hey, Big D. Beat up another ten-year-old?

Dudley:
This one deserved it.

Harry:
Five against one. Very brave.

Dudley:
You're one to talk. Moaning in your sleep every night. At least I'm not afraid of my pillow. "Don't kill Cedric!" Who's Cedric? Your boyfriend?

Harry:
Shut up.

Dudley:
"He's going to kill me, Mum!" Where is your mum, Potter? She dead? Is she dead? Is she dead, Potter? [Harry walks straight up to Dudley and forces his wand into his throat. The weather begins to change.] What are you doing?!

Harry:
I'm not doing anything!

Harry:
Where are we going? The letter said I had been expelled from Hogwarts.

Mad-Eye Moody:
Well you haven't been. Not yet. [to Kingsley] Kingsley, you take point.

(Kingsley steps forward)

Harry:
But the letter said--

Kingsley Shacklebolt:
[Interrupting Harry] Dumbledore has persuaded the Minister to suspend your expulsion pending a formal hearing.

Harry:
A hearing?

Kingsley Shacklebolt:
Uh-huh.

Nymphadora Tonks:
Don't worry Harry, we'll explain everything when we get back to headquarters.

Mad-Eye Moody:
Ssht! Not here, Nymphadora!

Nymphadora Tonks:
[Her hair turns red] Don't call me Nymphadora!

[Moody summons brooms with his wand]

Mad-Eye Moody:
Stay in formation everyone. Don't break ranks if one of us is killed!

[Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George are listening in on the Order's meeting]

Sirius:
If anyone has a right to know, it's Harry. If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't even know Voldemort was back. He's not a child, Molly!

Molly Weasley:
He's not a adult either. He's not James, Sirius.

Sirius Black:
He's not your son.

Molly Weasley:
He's as good as. Who else has he got?

[Ginny joins them]

Harry:
Hey, Ginny.

Sirius:
He's got me!

Snape:
How touching and paternal, Black. Perhaps Potter will grow up to be a felon, just like his godfather.

Sirius:
Now you stay out of this, Snivellus.

Harry:
Snape's part of the Order?

Ron:
Git.

Sirius:
I don't care what Dumbledore says about your supposed reformation. I know better.

Snape:
Why don't you tell him? Or are you afraid he won't take serious the word of a man hiding in his mother's house?

[Crookshanks starts to play with the Extendable Ear eventually pulling it loose]

Ron:
Hermione, I hate your cat.

Hermione:
Bad Crookshanks!

Arthur Weasley:
This is very, very peculiar. It seems that your hearing at the Minstry is to be before the entire Wizengamot.

Harry:
I don't understand, what's the Ministry of Magic got against me?

Moody:
Show him. He'll find out soon enough.

[Kingsley shows Harry a newspaper with the headline "The Boy who Lies?"]

Sirius:
He's been attacking Dumbledore as well. Fudge is using all his power, including his influence at the Daily Prophet, to smear anyone who claims the Dark Lord has returned.

Harry:
Why?

Lupin:
The Minister thinks Dumbledore's after his job.

Harry:
But that's insane. No one in their right mind could believe that Dumbledore--

Lupin:
Exactly the point. Fudge isn't in his right mind. It's been twisted and warped by fear. Now fear makes people do terrible things, Harry. The last time Voldemort gained power he almost destroyed everything we hold most dear. Now he's returned and I'm afraid the Minister will do almost anything to avoid facing that terrifying truth.

Sirius:
We think Voldemort wants to build up his army again. [Everyone turns to face Sirius] Fourteen years ago he had huge numbers at his command, not only witches and wizards but all sorts of dark creatures. He's been recruiting heavily and we've been attempting to do the same. But gathering followers isn't the only thing he's interested in. [Moody lets out a loud cough] We believe Voldemort may be after something else--

Moody:
Sirius--

Sirius:
Something he didn't have last time.

Harry:
You mean, a weapon?

[Sirius opens his mouth to speak]

Mrs. Weasley:
No! That's enough! He's just a boy! You tell him much more and you might as well induct him in the Order straight away.

Harry:
Good, I want to join. If Voldemort's raising an army, then I want to fight.

[At Harry's trial]

Dumbledore:
Witness for the defense, Albus Percival Wulfric... Brian... Dumbledore.

Fudge:
You, you got our message that the time and place of the hearing had been changed, did you?

Dumbledore:
I must have missed it. But by a happy mistake I arrived at the Ministry three hours early. [Pause] The charges?

Fudge:
The charges against the accused are as follows; that he did knowingly and in full awareness of the illegality of his actions, produced a Patronus charm in the presence of a Muggle. Do you deny producing said Patronus?

Harry:
No, I--

Fudge:
[Interrupting Harry] And you were aware that you were forbidden to use magic outside school while under the age of seventeen?

Harry:
Yes, but--

Cornelius Fudge:
Witches and wizards of the Wizengamot--

Harry:
I was only doing it because of the Dementors!

Amelia Bones:
Dementors? In Little Whinging?

Fudge:
That's quite clever. Muggles can't see Dementors, can they boy? Highly convenient.

Harry:
I'm not lying, there were two of them and if I hadn't--

Fudge:
[Interrupting Harry again] Enough! I'm sorry to interrupt what I'm sure would have been a very well rehearsed story, but since you can produce no witnesses of the event--

Dumbledore:
Pardon me Minister, but as it happens we can.

Amelia Bones:
Please describe the attack. What did they look like?

Mrs. Figg:
Well one of them was very large, and the other rather skinny.

Cornelius Fudge:
Not the boys, the Dementors.

Mrs. Figg:
Alright, right, well um, big. Cloaked. Then everything went cold, as though all the happiness had gone from the world.

Cornelius Fudge:
Now look here, Dementors don't just wander into a Muggle suburb and happen across a wizard, the odds are astronomical.

Dumbledore:
I don't think anyone would believe the Dementors were there by coincidence, Minister.

Umbridge:
Ahem. I'm sure I must have misunderstood you, Professor. Dementors are after all under the control of the Ministry of Magic. So silly of me but it sounded, for a moment, as though you were suggesting that the Ministry had ordered the attack on this boy.

Dumbldore:
That would be disturbing indeed, Madame Under-Secretary, which is why I'm sure the Ministry will be mounting a full-scale inquiry into why the two Dementors were so far away from Azkaban and why they mounted an attack without authorization. Of course, there is someone who might be behind the attack. Cornelius, I implore you to see reason. The evidence the Dark Lord's return is incontrovertible.

Fudge:
He's not back!

Dumbledore:
In the matter of Harry Potter, the law clearly states that magic may be used before Muggles in life-threatening situations.

Cornelius Fudge:
Laws can be changed if necessary, Dumbledore!

Dumbledore:
Clearly, it has become practice to hold a full criminal trial to deal with a simple matter of under-age magic.

Amelia Bones:
Those in favor of conviction?

[Fudge raises his hand followed by some other people including Umbridge]

Amelia Bones:
Those in favor of clearing the accused of all charges?

[Most people raise their hand, including Amelia Bones and Miss. Figg, who actually has no vote in this]

Cornelius Fudge:
[Reluctantly] Cleared of all charges!

Hermione:
Everyone this is Loony Love--Luna Lovegood. [Beat] What an interesting necklace.

Luna:
It's a charm actually. Keeps away the Nargles. [Pause] Hungry. I hope there's pudding.

[The carriage starts riding]

Ron:
[Whispering] What's a Nargle?

Hermione:
No idea.

Umbridge:
Thank you, Headmaster, for those kind words of welcome. And how lovely to see all your bright happy faces smiling up at me. [No one smiles] I'm sure we're all going to be very good friends.

Fred and George:
[sarcastically] That's likely.

Umbridge:
The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizard of vital importance. Although each Headmaster has brought something new to this historic school... [Nods to Dumbledore] progress for the sake of progress must be discouraged. Let us preserve what must be preserved, perfect what can be perfected and prune practices that ought to be prohibited.

[Soft applause]

Dumbledore:
Thank you Professor Umbridge, that really was most illuminating.

Ron Weasley:
Illuminating? What a load of waffle!

Harry:
Dean, Seamus, good holiday?

Dean:
Alright, better than Seamus's anyway.

Seamus:
My mum didn't want me to come back this year.

Harry:
Why not?

Seamus:
Let me see, because of you! The Daily Prophet's been saying a lot of things about you Harry. And about Dumbledore as well.

Harry:
And your mum believes them?

Seamus:
Well, nobody was there the night Cedric died.

Harry:
[increasingly angry] Oh well, I guess you should read the Prophet. Then like your stupid mother, it'll tell you everything you need to know!

Seamus:
Don't you dare talk about my mother like that!

Harry:
I'll have a go at anyone that calls me a liar!

Ron:
[Entering the common room] What's going on?

Seamus:
He's mad, is what's going on! Do you believe the rubbish he's coming out with about You-Know-Who?

Ron:
Yeah, I do. Has anyone else got a problem with Harry?

Ron:
You alright, mate?

Harry:
I'm fine.

Ron:
Seamus was bang out of order. But he'll come through. You'll see--

Harry:
I said I'm fine Ron!

Ron:
[taken aback] Right. I'll just leave you to your thoughts then. [Leaves the dormitory]

Umbridge:
Your previous instruction for this subject has been disturbingly uneven. But you will be pleased to know, from now on you will be following a carefully structured, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic. [Hermione raises her hand] Yes?

Hermione:
There's nothing in here about using defensive spells?

Umbridge:
Using spells? [laughs] Why I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom.

Ron:
We're not gonna use magic?

Umbridge:
You'll be learning about defensive spells, in a secure risk-free way.

Harry:
Well, what use is that? If we're gonna be attacked, it won't be risk-free.

Umbridge:
Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class. It is the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examinations, which after all is what school is all about!

Harry:
And how is theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?

Umbridge:
There is nothing out there, dear. Who would you imagine would want to attack children like yourself?

Harry:
Oh, I don't know, maybe Lord Voldemort?

[Silence]

Umbridge:
Now let me make this quite plain. You have been told that a certain Dark Wizard is at large once again. This... is... a... lie!

Harry:
It's not a lie, I saw him! I fought him!

Umbridge:
Detention, Mr. Potter!

Harry:
So according to you Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?

Umbridge:
Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident.

Harry:
It was murder. Voldemort killed him. You must know this--

Umbridge:
Enough! Enough.

Umbridge:
Pardon me, professor, but what exactly are you insinuating?

Professor McGonnagall:
I am merely requesting that when it comes to my students, you conform to the prescribed disciplinary practices.

Umbridge:
So silly of me but it sounds as if you're questioning my authority in my own classroom... [Takes a step up] Minerva.

Professor McGonnagall:
Not at all, [Does the same] Dolores. Merely your medieval methods.

Umbridge:
I am sorry dear, but to question my practices is to question the Ministry and, by extension, the Minister, [whispers] himself. I am a tolerant woman but the one thing I will not stand for is disloyalty.

Professor McGonnagall:
[Takes a step down] Disloyalty?

Umbridge:
Things at Hogwarts are far worse than I feared. Cornelius will want to take immediate action.

Umbridge:
You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, is that correct?

Snape:
...Yes.

Umbridge:
But you were unsuccessful?

Snape:
...Obviously.

[Ron snickers just as Umbridge leaves. Snape whacks him over the head with a book.]

[The students are watching Umbridge fire Trelawney]

Sybil Trelawney:
[in tears] Sixteen years I've lived and taught here! Hogwarts is my home! You can't do this!

Dolores Umbridge:
[shows the Order of Dismissal to Trelawney] Actually, I can. [McGonagall arrives and tries to comfort Trelawney] [to McGonagall] Something you'd like to say, dear?

Minerva McGonagall:
Oh, there are several things I would like to say!

Albus Dumbledore:
[arrives furiously] Professor McGonagall, might I ask you to escort Sybil back inside?!

Minerva Mcgonagall:
[to Trelawney] Sybil, dear, this way.

Sybil Trelawney:
[shakes Dumbledore's hand] Oh, thank you! Thank you!

Dolores Umbridge:
Dumbledore, may I remind you that under the terms of Educational Decree #23, as enacted by the Minister...

Albus Dumbledore:
You have the right to dismiss my teachers. You do not, however, have the authority to banish them from the grounds! That power remains with the headmaster!

Dolores Umbridge:
For now.

Albus Dumbledore:
[turns around to the students] Don't you all have studying to do?

Harry:
First we need to find a place to practice where Umbridge won't find out.

Ginny:
The Shrieking Shack?

Harry:
It's too small.

Hermione:
Forbidden Forest?

Ron:
Not bloody likely!

Ginny:
Harry? What happens if Umbridge does find out?

Hermione:
Who cares? I mean, sort of exciting, isn't it, breaking the rules?

Ron:
[pleasantly surprised] Who are you, and what have you done with Hermione Granger?

Hermione:
You've done it, Neville. You found the Room of Requirement.

Ron:
The what?

Hermione:
It's also known as the Come-And-Go Room. The Room of Requirement only appears when a person has real need of it, and is always equipped for the seeker's needs.

Ron:
So, say you really needed the toilet...?

Hermione:
Yes, that's the idea.

Harry:
It's brilliant! It's like Hogwarts wants us to fight back.

Umbridge:
You will please copy the approved text four times to ensure maximum pretention. There will be no need to talk.

Hermione:
[sotto voice] No need to think is more like it.

[Neville flicks out wand]

Neville:
[whispers] Expelliarmus.

Umbridge:
Wands away.

Harry:
Are you alright? I heard Umbridge gave you a rough time the other day.

Cho:
Yeah I'm okay. Anyway, it's worth it. It's just, just learning all this. Makes me wonder whether if he'd known it...

Harry:
Cedric, Cedric did know this stuff. He was really good. It's just, Voldemort was better.

Cho:
You're a really good teacher, Harry. I've never been able to stun anything before. [Mistletoe magically appears above Cho and Harry] Mistletoe.

Harry:
Probably full of Nargles, though.

Cho:
What are Nargles?

Harry:
I have no idea.

[They kiss]

Hermione:
[referring to Harry's kiss] Well, how was it?

Harry:
Wet. Well, she was sort of... crying.

Ron:
That bad at it, are you?

Hermione:
I'm sure Harry's kissing is more than satisfactory. Cho spends half her time crying these days.

Ron:
Think a bit of snogging would cheer her up.

Hermione:
Don't you understand how she must be feeling? [Ron and Harry just stare at her] Well, obviously she's feeling sad about Cedric, and therefore confused about liking Harry and guilty about kissing him. Conflicted because Umbridge is threatening to sack her mother from her job at the Ministry and frightened of failing her O.W.L.'s because she's so busy worrying about everything else.

Ron:
One person couldn't feel all that. They'd explode!

Hermione:
Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon!

[Harry's describing his nightmare. Dumbledore is talking to Harry with his back turned.]

Dumbledore:
In the dream were you standing next to the victim, or looking down at the scene?

Harry:
Neither, I--It was like I--Professor, will you please just tell me what's happening?

Dumbledore:
Everard! Arthur is on guard duty tonight. Make sure he's found by the right people.

Harry:
Sir...

Dumbledore:
Phineas! You must go to your portrait at Grimmauld Place. Tell them that Arthur Weasley is gravely injured and his children will be arriving there soon, by Portkey.

Everard:
They got him, Albus. It was close but they think he'll make it. Once more the Dark Lord failed to acquire it.

Dumbledore:
Oh, thank goodness! Next we need to--

Harry:
[enraged] LOOK AT ME! [Dumbledore finally faces Harry] What's happening to me?

Snape:
[Entering Dumbledore's office] You wished to see me, Headmaster?

Dumbledore:
Oh Severus. I'm afraid we can't wait. Not even till the morning. Otherwise we'll all be vulnerable.

Snape:
It appears there is a connection between the Dark Lord's mind and your own. Whether he is, as yet, aware of this connection is for the moment unclear. Pray he remains ignorant.

Harry:
You mean if he knows about it then, he'll be able to read my mind?

Snape:
Read it, control it, unhinge it. In the past it was often the Dark Lord's pleasure to invade the minds of his victims, creating visions designed to torture them into madness. Only after extracting the last exquisite ounce of agony, only when he had them literally begging for death would he finally kill them. Used properly, the power of Occlumency will help shield you from access or influence. In these lessons I will attempt to penetrate your mind. You will attempt to resist. Prepare yourself! Legilimens! [Series of flashbacks] Concentrate, Potter. Focus.

Harry:
[to Sirius] This connection between me and Voldemort, what if the reason for it is that I'm becoming more like him? [starts to choke up; fighting back tears] I just feel so... angry, all the time. And what if after everything I've been through, something's gone wrong inside me. What if I'm becoming bad?

Sirius:
I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry. You're not a bad person. You're a very good person, who bad things have happened to. You understand? [Harry nods] Besides, the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We have all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the power we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

Hagrid:
Dumbledore sent me to parley with the giants.

Hermione:
The giants?! You found them?

Hagrid:
Well, they're not that hard to find, to be perfectly honest. They're so big, you see.

Neville Longbottom:
[talking to Harry alone] Fourteen years ago, a Death Eater named Bellatrix Lestrange used the Cruciatus Curse on my parents. She tortured them for information, but they never gave in. I'm quite proud to be their son. But I'm not sure I'm ready for everyone to know just yet.

Harry Potter:
We're gonna make them proud, Neville. That's a promise.

Umbridge:
I've been watching them for weeks and see, Dumbledore's army. Proof of what I've been telling you right from the beginning, Cornelius. [to Dumbledore] All your fear mongering about You-Know-Who never fooled us for a minute. We see your lies for what they were, a smokescreen for your bid to seize control of the Ministry.

Dumbledore:
Naturally.

Harry:
No, professor! He had nothing to do with it, it was me!

Dumbledore:
Most noble of you Harry to shield me, but as it's been pointed out the parchment clearly says Dumbledore's Army, not Potter's. I instructed Harry to form this organization and I, and I alone, am responsible for its activities.

Cornelius Fudge:
Dispatch a owl to the Daily Prophet. If we hurry we can still make the front page. Dawlish, Shacklebolt! You will escort Dumbledore to Azkaban, to await trial for conspiracy and sedition...

Dumbledore:
Ah, I thought we might hit this little snag. You seem to be laboring under the delusion I am going to - what was the phrase? "Come quietly." Well I can tell you this: I have no intention of going to Azkaban.

Umbridge:
Enough of this! Take him!

[Dumbledore summons his phoenix Fawkes and both explode and disappear in a ball of a flame.]

Kingsley Shacklebolt:
Uh, you may not like him, Minister, but you can't deny--Dumbledore's got style!

[Snape has just witnessed Harry's memory of seeing his parents in the Mirror of Erised.]

Snape:
Feeling sentimental?

Harry:
That's private.

Snape:
Not to me. And not to the Dark Lord if you don't improve. Every memory he has access to is a weapon he can use against you. You won't last two seconds if he invades your mind. You're just like your father. Lazy, arrogant.

Harry:
Don't say a word against my father.

Snape:
Weak!

Harry:
I'm not weak!

Snape:
Then prove it! Control your emotions! Discipline your mind! Legilimens!

[Series of flashbacks, including a touching moment between Harry and Sirius.]

Harry (In Memory):
Sirius.

Snape:
I may vomit.

Harry:
Stop it!

Snape:
Is that what you call control?

Harry:
[heavy panting] We've been at it for hours. If I could just rest!

Snape:
The Dark Lord isn't resting. You and Black, you're two of a kind, sentimental children forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been. Well, it may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair. Your blessed father knew that, in fact he frequently saw to it!

Harry:
My father was a great man!

Snape:
Your father was a swine. Legilimens!

Harry:
Protego!

(The Marauders approach Severus Snape)

James "Prongs" Potter:
Come on, Moony! Padfoot! Snape! (points his wand at Snape) Expelliarmus!

Sirius "Padfoot" Black III:
Nice one, James!

Harry Potter:
(shocked) Dad?

James "Prongs" Potter:
Impedimenta!

(Hogwartians start to chant "Snivellus! Greasy! Snivellus! Greasy!")

James "Prongs" Potter :
[smirks] Right, who wants to see me take off Snivelly's trousers?

'(Back in Snape's office)

[He blocks Harry out of the memory.]

Snape:
Enough. [grabs Harry by his shirt] Your lessons are at an end.

Harry:
I didn't mean--

Snape:
Get. Out.

Voldemort:
I need that prophecy.

Sirius:
You'll have to kill me.

Voldemort:
Oh I will, but first you will fetch it for me. Crucio! Crucio!

Harry:
Alert the Order if you can.

Ron:
Are you mental? We're going with you!

Harry:
It's too dangerous.

Hermione:
When are you going to get it into your head?! We're in this together!

Umbridge:
[Catching them] That you are!

Snape:
You sent for me, Headmistress?

Umbridge:
Snape, yes. The time has come for answers, whether they want to give them to me or not. Have you brought the Veritaserum?

Snape:
I'm afraid you used up all my stores, interrogating students. The last of it on Miss Chang. Unless you wish to poison him - and I assure you I would have the greatest sympathy if you did - I cannot help you. [turns to leave]

Harry:
[to Snape; desperately] He's got Padfoot. He's got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden.

Umbridge:
Padfoot? What is Padfoot? Where what is hidden? What is he talking about Snape?

[Pause for effect]

Snape:
No idea. [leaves without another word]

Umbridge:
Very well. You give me no choice, Potter. As this is a matter of Ministry Security, you leave me with... no other alternative. The Cruiciatus Curse ought to loosen your tongue.

Hermione:
That's illegal.

Umbridge:
[Putting a picture of Minister Fudge face down] What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him. [prepares to curse Harry]

Hermione:
Tell her, Harry!

Umbridge:
Tell me what?

Hermione:
Well, if you won't tell her where it is, I will.

Umbridge:
Where what is?

Hermione:
Dumbledore's secret weapon.

[In the Forbidden Forest]

Umbridge:
You have no business here, centaur. This is a Ministry matter. [A centaur takes out an arrow and places in on his bow] Lower your weapons. I warn you! Under the law, as creatures of near-human intelligence-- [The centaur fires its arrow] Protego! [makes a shield and the arrow falls on the ground] How dare you! Filthy halfbreed! Incarcerous!

[She casts a spell causing a centaur to be wrapped in a rope and fall to the ground. Hermione tries to free the centaur but is unable to.]

Hermione:
Please, please stop it! Please!

Umbridge:
No, enough! I will have order!

[Umbridge is picked up by Grawp. The centaurs charge.]

Umbridge:
[To Grawp] You animals! Do you know who I am?!!

Hermione:
[To the centaurs] It's not his fault, he doesn't understand!

[Grawp gets hit by an arrow and drops Umbridge. The centaurs pick her up.]

Umbridge:
Potter, do something! Tell them I mean no harm!

Harry:
I'm sorry, Professor. I must not tell lies.

Hermione:
[Running up with Harry to meet Ginny, Ron, Neville and Luna] How did you get away?

Ginny:
Puking Pastilles, it wasn't pretty.

Ron:
I told them I was hungry and wanted some sweets. Of course they told me to bugger off and ate the lot themselves.

Hermione:
[surprised] That was clever, Ron!

Ron:
[smiles] It's been known to happen.

Neville:
It was brilliant. So, how are we geting to London?

Harry:
Look, it's not that I don't appreciate everything you've done, all of you. But, I've got you into enough trouble as it is.

Neville:
Dumbledore's Army was supposed to be about doing something real. Or was all that just words to you?

Ron:
Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourself, mate.

Harry:
So, how are we going to get to London?

Luna:
We fly, of course.

Harry:
Where's Sirius?

Lucius Malfoy:
You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams and reality. You only saw what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now hand me the prophecy.

Harry:
You do anything to us and I'll break it.

Bellatrix Lestrange:
[laughs] He knows how to play! Itty, bitty, baby, Potter!

Bellatrix Lestrange:
Neville Longbottom is it? How's mum and dad?

Neville:
Better [points wand] now they're about to be avenged.

Lucius Malfoy:
All we want is that prophecy.

Harry:
Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?

Bellatrix Lestrange:
You dare speak his name? You filthy half-blood!

Lucius Malfoy:
It's alright, he's just a curious lad, aren't you? Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made. Which is lucky for you, really. [whispers] Haven't you always wondered what was the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord? Why he was unable to kill you, when you were just an infant? Don't you want to know the secret of your scar? All the answers are there, Potter, in your hand. All you have to do, is give it to me, and I can show you everything.

[The Death Eaters surround Harry's group]

Harry:
I waited 14 years.

Lucius Malfoy:
[in mock sympathy] I know.

Harry:
Guess I can wait a little longer. Now!

Harry, Ron, Neville & Ginny:
Stupefy!

Hermione & Luna:
Stupefy!

Lucius Malfoy:
Did you actually believe, or were you truly naive enough to think that children stood a chance, against us? I'll make this simple for you, Potter. Give me the prophecy now, or watch your friends die.

Neville:
Don't give it to him, Harry!

Bellatrix Lestrange:
Sst!

[Harry hesitates but hands over the prophecy. Malfoy holds it up and a white light distracts them.]

Sirius:
Get away from my godson. [punches Malfoy]

Sirius:
Now listen to me. I want you to take the others and get out of here.

Harry:
What? No. I'm staying with you--

Sirius:
You've done beautifully. Now let me take it from here.

Harry:
Expelliarmus!

Sirius:
Nice one James!

Bellatrix Lestrange:
Avada Kedavra!

Bellatrix Lestrange:
[Laughing] I killed Sirius Black! You coming to get me?!

Harry:
Crucio!

[Bellatrix screams and falls to the ground]

Voldemort:
[Inside Harry's head] You've got to mean it, Harry. She killed him. She deserves it. You know the spell, Harry. [Voldemort appears behind Harry] Do it! [Harry turns around and is easily disarmed by Voldemort] So weak!

Dumbledore:
It was foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom. The Aurors are on their way.

Voldemort:
By which time I shall be gone. And you... shall be dead.

Harry:
[While being possessed by Voldemort] You... you've lost, old man.

Dumbledore:
Harry.

Voldemort:
So weak, so vulnerable! Look at me!

Dumbledore:
Harry, it isn't how you are alike. It's how you are not! [Pause] Harry.

[As Harry sees his friends enter the Atrium, he remembers the happy times he spent with them.]

Harry:
...You're the weak one. And you'll never know love, or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.

[Voldemort is forced out of Harry's body.]

Voldemort:
You're a fool, Harry Potter. And you will lose everything.

[The Aurors arrive at the scene. Voldemort quickly teleports away. But Fudge has a look of shock on his face.]

Fudge:
He's back.

Dumbledore:
I know how you feel Harry.

Harry:
No you don't. It's my fault.

Dumbledore:
No, the fault is mine! I knew it was only a matter of time before Voldemort made the connection between you. I thought by distancing myself from you, as I have done all year, he'd be less tempted and therefore you might be more protected.

Harry:
The prophecy said: neither one can live for the other one survives. It means one of us is gonna have to kill the other... in the end?

Dumbledore:
Yes.

Harry:
Why didn't you tell me?

Dumbledore:
For the same reason you tried to save Sirius. For the same reason your friends saved you. After all these years, after all you suffered, I didn't want to cause you any more pain. I cared too much about you.

Harry:
How come you're not at the feast?

Luna:
Lost all my possessions. Apparently people have been hiding them.

Harry:
That's awful.

Luna:
Oh, it's all good fun. But as it's the last night, I really do need them back. I'm sorry about your godfather, Harry. [holds Harry's hand for a few seconds, then releases it]

Harry:
Are you sure you don't want any help looking?

Luna:
That's alright. Anyway, my mum always said, things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end... [They see shoes hanging at the ceiling] if not always in the way we expect. Think I'll just go have some pudding.

[Last lines]

Harry:
I've been thinking about something Dumbledore said to me.

Hermione:
What's that?

Harry:
That even though we got a fight ahead of us, we've got one thing that Voldemort doesn't have.

Ron:
Yeah?

Harry:
Something worth fighting for.

The Rebellion Begins

Only One Can Survive

The Only Way Is Rebellion

No One Can Protect You

Evil Must Be Confronted

You Will Lose Everything

Make A Final Stand

Dissent Will Not Be Tolerated

I Must Not Tell Lies

Harry:
[sees a strange reptilian-like thestrals] What is it?

Ron:
What's what?

Harry:
That. Pulling the carriage.

Hermione:
Nothing's pulling the carriage, Harry. It's pulling itself like always.

[Harry walks around the carriage, where Luna is already seated]

Luna:
You're not going mad. [lowers her magazine, The Quibbler, which she has been reading upside down] I see them too. You're just as sane as I am.

[about the thestrals]

Harry:
So why can't the others see them?

Luna:
They can only be seen by people who've seen death.

Harry:
So... you've known someone who's died?

Luna:
My mum. She was quite an extraordinary witch, but she did like to experiment, and one day one of her spells went badly wrong. I was nine.

Harry:
I'm sorry.

Luna:
Yes, it was rather horrible. I do feel very sad about it sometimes. But I've got Dad. We both believe you, by the way. That He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back and you fought him and the Ministry and the Prophet are conspiring against you and Dumbledore.

Harry:
Thanks. It seems you're about the only ones that do.

Luna:
I don't think that's true. But I suppose that's how he wants you to feel.

Harry:
What do you mean?

Luna:
Well, if I were You-Know-Who, I'd want you to feel cut off from everyone else. Because if it's just you alone, you're not as much of a threat.

Hermione:
What's wrong with your hand?

Harry:
Nothing. [shows her his right hand]

Hermione:
Your other hand. [grabs his left arm, and sees his scars from Umbridge's detention] [horrified] You've got to tell Dumbledore!

Harry:
No. Dumbledore's got enough on his mind right now. Anyway, I don't want to give Umbridge the satisfaction.

Ron:
Bloody hell, Harry, the woman's torturing you! If the parents knew about this-!

Harry:
Yeah, well, I haven't got any of those, have I, Ron?

Hermione:
Harry, you've got to report this. It's perfectly simple - you're being-

Harry:
No, it's not. Hermione, whatever this, it's not simple. You don't understand.

Hermione:
[frustrated] Then help us to.

Hermione:
Um... Hi! You all know why we're here. We need a teacher. A proper teacher. One who's had real experience defending themselves against the Dark Arts.

Zacharias:
Why?

Ron:
Why. Because You-Know-Who's back, you tosspot.

Zacharias:
[nods toward Harry] So he says.

Hermione:
So Dumbledore says.

Zacharias:
So Dumbledore says because he says! The point is, where's the proof?

Boy:
If Potter could tell us more about how Diggory got killed...

Harry:
I'm not going to talk about Cedric, so if that's why you're here you might as well clear out now. [aside to Hermione] C'mon, Hermione, let's go. They're just here because they think I'm some sort of freak.

Hermione:
Harry, wait!

Luna:
Is it true you can produce a Patronus charm?

Hermione:
Yes. I've seen it.

Dean:
Blimey, Harry! I didn't know you could do that!

Neville:
And he killed a basilisk, with the sword in Dumbledore's office.

Ginny:
It's true.

Ron:
Third year he fought off about a hundred dementors at once.

Hermione:
And last year he really did fight off You-Know-Who in the flesh.

Harry:
Wait... look, it all sounds great when you say it like that. But the truth is most of that was just luck. I didn't know what I was doing half the time, I nearly always had help...

Hermione:
He's just being modest.

Harry:
No, Hermione, I'm not! Facing this stuff in real life is not like school. In school, if you make a mistake you can just try again tomorrow. But out there, when you're a second away from being murdered or watching a friend die right before your eyes... you don't know what that's like.

Hermione:
You're right, Harry, we don't. That's why we need your help. Because if we're having any chance against beating... Voldemort.

Nigel:
He's really back?

[Harry nods]

[practicing stunning spells]

Ron:
Don't worry, I'll go easy on you.

Hermione:
[sarcastically] Thanks, Ronald.

[They face off on opposite ends of the room.]

Fred:
One Sickle.

George:
You're on.

[Hermione floors Ron. George passes Fred a Sickle.]

Fred:
Thank you.

George:
Shut up.

[Ron gets up; walks to Fred and George]:
I let her do that. It’s good manners, isn’t it?

Severus Snape:
Control your emotions! Discipline your mind!

Harry Potter:
[after Dumbledore announced Umbridge the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, whispering to Hermione] She was at my hearing. She works for Fudge.

Kingsley Shacklebolt:
You may not like him, Minister, but you can't deny: Dumbledore's got style.