Order of the Phoenix - script excerpts
I'll post the numerous bits I found (some longer than others).
(Bold bits are new/different moments).
First, ADVANCE GUARD
14A-2 HARRY'S ROOM - NIGHT - SCENE CONTINUES
Harry's eyes fly open. The SOUND of a sudden WIND; a muffled CLATTER comes from downstairs.
Harry silently reaches for his wand...an ominous HUMMING SOUND is coming up the stairs. As Harry cautiously approaches the door PINK LIGHT stabs through the keyhole--
The lock CLICKS. Harry jumps back just in time as the door BLOWS OPEN, knocking him off his feet. He scrambles for his wand, turns on his elbows--
A striking TABLEAU of WINDBLOWN, backlit figures stand in the doorway...and then an O.S. CRASH breaks the spell.
Watch that, dangerous bit of carpet there...
The WIND dies as SILHOUETTES sag wearily.
Tonks--for God's sake...
A SILHOUETTE with a punk haircut trips into frame--
Very clean, these Muggles. Bit unnatural...
--and completes the tableau. As she peers into the room the tip of her wand IGNITES, revealing a young WITCH with twinkling eyes and SHOCKING PINK HAIR.
Oh, this is better...
Harry peers at another silhouette swigging from a flask...
Professor Moody? What are you doing here?
Moody steps into the light as he wipes his mouth.
Rescuing you, of course.
14A INT. STAIRWELL - NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - NIGHT
Tonks, Moody, KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT, ELPHIAS DOGE, and EMMELINE VANCE push Harry before them as they trundle down the stairs, carrying Harry's things.
But where are we going? If I've been expelled from Hogwarts--
You haven't been--not yet, anyway. Kingsley you take the point.
But--the letter said--
Dumbledore's persuaded the Minister to suspend your expulsion--
Before Harry can respond Moody shoves him through the front door--
15 EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
--and then onto the lawn.
--pending a formal hearing.
Don't worry, Harry. We'll explain everything when we get back to Headquarters--
Shhh! Not here, Nymphadora.
Tonks goes rigid--her HAIR MAGICALLY turning an angry RED, as she fixes Moody with a deadly look.
Don't. Call me. Nymphadora.
MADEYE MOODY(mounting his broom)
Stay in formation everyone. Don't break ranks if one of us is killed.
Stop being so cheerful, Madeye--he'll think we're not taking this seriously...
She WINKS at Harry, nonplussed--
16 EXT. SKY/PRIVET DRIVE - NIGHT
The toy houses fall away beneath us. Harry is euphoric as the group soars through a star-strewn sky. Moody nods to Shacklebole and they switch into OVERDRIVE, bank toward the glittering sprawl of London.
17A EXT. SKY OVER LONDON - NIGHT [DUSK FOR NIGHT]
The formation drops low to the river. Hurtling inches above the surface they whiz beneath the city's bridges, swerving around barges and speeding past TOURIST BOATS.
ON THE SOUTH BANK a group of SKATEBOARDERS practice stunts; on the river beyond we see only the parallel WAKES of the guards' broomsticks.
18 EXT. GRIMMAULD PLACE - NIGHT
A GARBAGE TRUCK is making late rounds, as it passes it REVEALS Harry and the others crossing a shabby sqaure.
Thought we heard your dulcet tones.
Don't bottle up your anger, Harry; let it out!
Anyway if you're all done shouting--
--want to hear something really interesting...?
21A EXT. CORRIDOR - GRIMMAULD PLACE - MOMENTS LATER
The meeting has just ended. WIZARDS and WITCHES murmur in troubled tones as they exit the Parlor. Just above the door we FIND a floating DISEMBODIED EAR...it CUPS IN, listening to the shadowy figures still inside...
...if it wasn't for Harry we wouldn't even know Voldemort was back! He isn't a child, Molly!
...Well he's not an adult either! He's not James, Sirius.
We rapidly ASCEND the Ear's flesh-colored cord to the landing above--where the twins and the trio are gathered tightly around the other EAR. GINNY WEASLEY silently joins them, mouths "hi" to Harry.
Well he isn't your son!
He's as good as! Who else has he got?
He's got me!
Harry flushes with gratitude; Hermione smiles.
How touchingly paternal, Black. Perhaps Potter will grow up to be a felon, just like his Godfather.
You stay out of this, Snivellus--
Snape's part of the Order?
They arrive at a large iron door. Harry starts in...but pauses as he sees Mr. Weasley isn't coming with him.
Not allowed in, I'm afraid. Good luck, Harry.
Harry frowns...takes a deep breath...and enters the lion's den. We FOLLOW HIM in...
35 INT. TRIAL CHAMBER - DAY
As Harry enters a court of FIFTY WIZARDS peer down at him with varying degrees of hostility and curiosity. As he approaches the chair at the center, Fudge takes his place in the front. The chamber's four giant FLAMES gutter, and the crowd settles.
Disciplinary hearing of the twelfth of August into offenses committed by Harry James Potter resident at number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.
On Fudge's left sits AMELIA BONES, peering curiously at Harry through her monocle. On his right sits a broad-faced WITCH dressed in pink. PERCY WEASLEY is in the row behind, taking notes.
Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister--
--Witness for the defense--
All heads turn as ALBUS DUMBLEDORE strides serenely across the courtroom.
--Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
Harry lights up in relief but Dumbledore avoids his gaze.
Er. You got our message that the time and place of the hearing had been changed, did you?
I must have missed it. But due to a lucky mistake I arrived at the Ministry three hours early.
FUDGE(a baleful beat, then
The charges against the accused are as follows: That he did knowingly and in full awareness of the illegality of his actions produce a Patronus Charm in the presence of a Muggle.
(fiercely at Harry)
Do you deny producing said Patronus?
Do you deny it was in the presence of a Muggle, one Dursley Dudley?
(Percy leans down, whispers to him)
--and you were aware you are forbidden to use magic outside school while under the age of seventeen?
Witches and Wizards of the Wizengamot--
I only did it because of the Dementors!
A HUSH falls over the room. AMELIA BONES peers at Harry over her monocle.
Dementors? In Little Whinging?
Clever. Muggles can't see Dementors. Highly convenient.
I'm not lying! There were two of them, and if I hadn't--
Enough! I'm sorry to interrupt what I'm sure would have been a very well-rehearsed story, but as you can produce no witnesses--
Pardon me, Minister, but as it happen...we can.
ANGLE - MOMENTS LATER
Mrs. Figg--in her Sunday best but still wearing carpet slippers--looks nervously up at the court.
Please describe the attack. What did they look like?
Well...one was very large, and the other rather skinny--
Not the boys, the Dementors.
Oh. Right... Big...cloaked...
...then everything went cold...as though all the happiness had gone from the world...
Her voice trembles and dies. Amelia Bones raises an eyebrow at Fudge.
Now look here! Dementors don't just wander into a Muggle suburb and happen across a wizard. The odds are astronomical--!
Oh, I don't think any of us believe the Dementors were there by coincidence, Minister.
The crowd MURMURS.
The chair recognizes Senior Undersecretary Dolores Umbridge.
The pink-dressed WITCH leans forward. She wears a black velvet bow and speaks in a fluttery, girlish voice: meet DOLORES UMBRIDGE.
I'm sure I must have misunderstood you, Professer. 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!
She laughs a chilling, silvery laugh.
That would be disturbing indeed, Madame Undersecretary...which is why I'm confident the Ministry will be making a full inquiry into why two Dementors were so very far from Azkaban, and why they attacked without authorization.
(turning to Fudge)
Of course...there is another who might have been behind the attack.
Fudge goes rigid. Dumbledore steps forward in a private appeal.
Cornelius...I implore you to listen to reason. The evidence that the Dark Lord has returned is incontravert--
HE'S. NOT. BACK!
Silence! Fudge is quivering with rage; even Percy is taken aback. Dumbledore sighs deeply...then quietly addresses the Panel.
In the matter of Harry Potter: the law plainly states that magic may be used before Muggles in life-threatening situations.
Laws can be changed, Dumbledore.
Clearly--if it has become practice to hold a full criminal trial to deal with a simple matter of underage magic.
Some of the wizards shift uncomfortably in their seats.
Those in favor of clearing the witness of all charges?
Harry holds his breath. Hands slowly rise, a few at first, then more, until most of the court is included.
Those in favor of conviction?
Fugde and half a dozen others raise their hands, including Percy and Umbridge. Fudge's eyes narrow in impotent fury.
Cleared of all charges.
As the assembled adjourn Harry turns gratefully to Dumbledore--but the Headmaster is already sweeping away, leaving Harry staring uncomprehendingly after him.
With a shiver of apprehension, Harry turns to find one motionless face in the risers, silently appraising him...
Dolores Umbridge smiles a honeyed smile.
SIRIUS (KING'S CROSS)
35A EXT. PLATFORM NINE AND THREE QUARTERS - DAY
Moody takes paranoid point as Shacklebolt and Tonks flank Harry; Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are just ahead. CRANE UP as the group navigates the clattering chaos of PARENTS and STUDENTS...
Harry frowns as he hears the SOUND of TROTTING PAWS...looks down...where a large, rather mangy BLACK DOG walks in lockstep beside him. Suddenly Moody is there; furiosly grabs the Dog by the scruff of the neck--
Are you barking mad? You'll blow the entire operation--!
The Dog GROWLS, pulls free of Moody's grip and slinks guiltily to an empty area of the platform. As Harry hurries after him into a WAITING ROOM we see through its OPAQUE GLASS the DOG TRANSFORM; his black fur becomes a shabby black overcoat cloaked around--
Sirius! What are you doing here?! If somebody sees you--
Had to see you off, didn't I? Anyway what's life without a little risk?
I just don't want to see you chucked back in Azkaban!
Being trapped in that house day and night is almost as bad. Worst part about being a fugitive is how bloody boring it is...
I take it back. The worst part is people believing everything they read in the papers...
(Harry smiles gratefully)
Anyway. I wanted you to have this.
Sirius produces a tattered WIZARDING PHOTOGRAPH. In it a small CROWD OF WIZARDS wave and lift their glasses. Dumbledore is at center.
Original Order of the Phoenix.
You all look so young.
Marlene McKinnon; she was killed two weeks after this was taken; Voldemort wiped out her entire family... Frank and Alice Longbottom...
A fate worse than death, you aske me...
FRANK and ALICE LONGBOTTOM smile happily out at us. Harry frowns...and then his breath catched as he spots JAMES and LILY POTTER. James has his arm around Sirius, who wears short hair and an innocent grin.
It's been fourteen years...and still a day doesn't go by I don't miss your dad.
I wish I could have known him...
Harry gazes at his father...then looks through the doorway at the sea of happy STUDENTS boarding the train, kissing PARENTS...all blissfully unaware.
Sirius...Do you really think there's going to be a war?
Sirius looks at his Godson, torn between his impulse to console and his desire to be honest...
It feels like it did before. Like the calm before a storm.
Harry shivers. Hands the photo back to Sirius--
You keep it. Anyway, I suppose you're the young ones now...
Harry takes this in, chilled. He looks down at the photo. Innocent smiles from happier days. SOUND UPCUT: A TRAIN WHISTLE SHRIEKS--
ANGLE - MOMENTS LATER
STEAM BILLOWS from the Hogwarts Express. It begins to move.
As Harry hurries to step onboard something catches his eye down the deserted platform... Time seems to slow; the air shimmers with dreamlike hyperclarity...
VOLDEMORT stands at the end of the platform. Looking straight at Harry. His head slowly tilts--
35B INT. HOGWARTS EXPRESS - MOVING - DUSK
Harry's head leans against the window, asleep. As his eyes fly open his head tilts erect, mirroring Voldemort's move. Harry shivers, looks out the rain-spattered window--
35C EXT. HOGWARTS EXPRESS - MOVING - SAME TIME - DUSK
Harry's troubled face dwindles from view as we PULL UP and AWAY...to reveal a global view of the wild countryside, the glinting towers of HOGWARTS CASTLE tiny on the horizon. We sense the currature of the earth as the last rays of daylight slip away...
AFTER DETENTION WITH DOLORES
That's right. Because deep down, you know you deserve to be punished. Don't you, Mr. Potter...
Harry stares as a disturbing, strangely intimate moment passes between them. Umbridge nods for him to continue.
Harry begins to write, wincing in pain as the bloody letters glisten on the parchment...
48 INT. GRYFFINDOR COMMOM ROOM - NIGHT
A WIZARD'S WIRELESS blares the latest hit from Celestina Warbeck.
FIND Neville sitting before his CACTUS. Using a quill pen, he surgically prods one of its PULSATING BOILS--which promptly ERUPTS with thick green STINKSAP, covering Neville's face. He grimaces, sighs.
Just beyond, Fred and George Weasley flank NIGEL, a young second-year. Fred holds a bright orange CANDY BOX; both he and George are focused intently on Nigel, slowly chewing and turning chartreuse. Beyond we may notice other VICTIMS in various forms of distress: nosebleeds, dizziness, violent sneezing, unconsciousness...
...oh, now he's feeling it!
(Nigel looks alarmed)
Get it? Skiving snackboxes!
Sweets to make you ill!
Get out of class whenever you like!
Extract hours of leisure from unprofitable boredom!
Care for another?
As Nigel races off to vomit George and Fred high-five. FIND Ron and Hermione entering, mid-conversation.
...I'm not asking you to write all of it for me, just...most of it.
All right; I'll do the inroduction--but that's all.
Hermione you are honestly the most wonderful person I've ever met and if I'm ever rude to you again--
I'll know you're back to normal.
They approach the fireplace, where Harry sits doing homework. He instinctively has the raw back of his hand to his mouth. Hermione is instantly maternal.
What's wrong with your hand?
HARRY(quickly hiding it)
Hermione's steely gaze will brook no quarter. Harry sighs, holds out his hand.
The other hand...
Harry reluctantly complies. Ron and Hermione stare.
You've got to tell Dumbledore.
NO...I mean...Dumbledore's got enough on his mind right now...Anyway I don't want to give Umbridge the satisfaction.
Bloody hell Harry, the woman's torturing you! If the parents knew about this--!
Well I haven't got any of those, have I Ron!
Harry...You've got to report this. It's a simple matter of--
No it's not!
Hermione reacts, surprised. Straining for measured tones, Harry struggles to explain:
Hermione...Whatever's going on here...it isn't simple.
Ron and Hermione stare at him. Harry shakes his head.
You don't understand.
Then help us to.
Harry looks at her helplessly...then rises, goes. Distressed, Ron and Hermione look after him...
REVEAL Neville on the balcony above, a towel to his face, frowning. He's overheard it all.
49 EXT. SKY ABOVE HOGWARTS - EARLY MORNING
CRISP BLUE SKY. As HEDWIG drops into FRAME, soars toward us, the PARCHMENT fixed to her leg fills the screen... TO HARRY & LUNA IN THE FOREST
McGONAGAL Vs UMBRIDGE
So silly of me, but it sounds at though you're questioning my authority in my own classroom...
(taking a deliberate step up)
Not at all...
(stepping up as well)
Dolores. Merely your medieval methods.
Umbridge looks at McGonagall with sadness and pity.
I am sorry dear...but to question my practices is to question the Ministry--and, by extension, the Minister himself. I am a tolerant woman, but the one thing I can't stand for is disloyalty.
The trio reacts. Umbridge looks out at the students as we PUSH IN...
Things at Hogwarts are far worse than I feared. Cornelius will want to take immediate action.
52A INT. ENTRANCE HALL - NOTICE AREA - DAY
CLANG--An IRON SPIKE is hammered into stone, attaching a NOTICE to the wall: Educational Decree Number 23: Dolores Jane Umbridge has been appointed to the post of Hogwarts High Inquisitor.
Filch cracks his neck, grimly satisfied...steps back as STUDENTS move in to read the LONE NOTICE on the huge expanse of empty hall. PAN to find the troubled trio, Hermione fearfully reading a copy of the
53 DAILY PROPHET
A BANNER HEADLINE reads: MINISTRY SEEKS EDUCATIONAL REFORM, and, below: "New Era Dawns at Hogwarts."
SIRIUS AT THE FIREPLACE
That's exactly what he thinks--that Dumbledore is assembling his own forces to take on the Ministry. He's getting more paranoid by the minute...
The gravity of this sinks in. Sirius hesitates.
The others wouldn't want me telling you this, Harry...but things aren't going at all well with the Order. Fudge is blocking the truth at every turn...and these "disappearances" are just how it started last time. Voldemort is on the move.
What can we do, Sirius?
I'm not sure...I do know your Dad never would have lain down for the likes of Umbridge.
(Harry takes this in)
Someone's coming. Sorry I can't be of more help, but for now at least...
...looks like you're on your own.
His face turns to ASH and vanishes.
THUNDER CRACKS; LIGHTNING FLASHES. Hermione goes to the window, shivers.
He really is out there, isn't he.
Harry and Ron join her. The trio look out at the increasingly violent storm.
We've got to be able to defend ourselves. And if Umbridge refuses to teach us how...
(turning to Harry)
We need someone who will.
Ron looks up in dawning comprehension. They both look at Harry--LIGHTNING FLASHES.
We PULL BACK THROUGH the window as Ron and Hermione fall on Harry, talking with greater and greater animation--as Harry looks more and more dubious. THUNDER CRACKS as SHEETS OF RAIN obscure the castle from view...
...and now as the wind spirals us wildly upward, LIGHTNING suddenly illuminates a towering CLOUD FORMATION that looks eerily like Voldemort's head. The WIND HOWLS...and BECOMES THE WHISPERS FROM HARRY'S DREAMS as we are propelled TOWARD it, THROUGH its gaping MOUTH...
As the rain CRYSTALLIZES into SNOW and night BRIGHTENS into day, the wind bears us toward Hogsmeade Village...
61 EXT. MAIN STREET - HOGSMEADE VILLAGE - DAY
The trio hurries through the slushy SNOW. Harry, shivering, is visibly nervous.
This is mad. Who'd want to be taught by me? I'm a nutter, remember?
Look on the bright side--you can't be any worse than old toad-face.
I'm here for you, mate.
62 HOG'S HEAD INN - DAY
A mounted BOAR'S HEAD turns as the door CREAKS open. The trio peers into the dingy room, lit by stubby candles on rough wooden tables. Ron sniffs at the sour air.
I thought it'd be safer someplace off the beaten track.
The BARMAN (ABERFORTH DUMBLEDORE) peers goatishly at them as he wipes glasses with a filthy rag.
Who's supposed to be meeting us?
Oh, just a couple of people...
(looks around the deserted pub)
I'm sure they'll be here soon.
Harry frowns...and then Hermione brightens as the door opens and a crowd of STUDENTS hurries in: Neville, Ginny, Fred and George, Cho, Luna, the young second-year Nigel, PARVATI and PADMA PATIL, a SLIGHTLY CREEPY BOY, a SOMEWHAT DOUBTFUL BOY, and a dozen OTHERS stand looking around the gloom.
A couple of people?
Hermione smiles weakly. As the group gathers there is uneasiness on both sides; some of the students have openly challenging expressions; others are more curious. Harry spots Cho's uncertain smile; flushes.
Um--hi. So, 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--
SOMEWHAT DOUBTFUL BOY
Why? Because You-Know-Who is back, you tosspot!
SOMEWHAT DOUBTFUL BOY(a nod at Harry)
So he says.
So Dumbledore says--
SOMEWHAT DOUBTFUL BOY
So Dumbledore said because he says. The point is, where's the proof?
SLIGHTLY CREEPY BOY
If Potter could tell us more about how Diggory got killed...
Cho stands perfectly still, refusing to cry.
I'm not going to talk about Cedric. So if that's what you're here for, you might as well clear out now.
A flash of gratitude from Cho; Harry turns to Hermione:
Let's go. They're just here because they think I'm some sort of freak--
Is it true you can produce a Patronus Charm?
The crowd grows quiet. Harry spots Luna standing in the back. Hermione seizes the opening.
Yes. I've seen it. A fully-formed stag Patronus.
Blimey Harry! I never knew that!
He--he also killed a Basilisk--with the sword in Dumbledore's office!
The crowd is impressed. The tide is beginning to turn.
And third year he fought off about a hundred Dementors at once--
And last year he did fight off You-Know-Who in the flesh--
All eyes swing to Harry. He is struggling mightily with this. Finally, speaking to both his friends and the group:
Look--it all sounds great when you say it like that. But the truth is, a lot of it was luck. I didn't know what I was doing half the time, I nearly always had help--
He's just being modest.
No, Hermione. I'm not.
(to the group)
Facing this stuff in real life...it isn't like school at all. 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...
He falters as his eyes fall on Cho, her eyes brimming.
You just...you don't know what it's like.
The group is silent. Hermione looks at Harry; chastened.
You're right Harry. We don't. That's why we need your help. Because if we're to have any chance of beating V-Voldemort...
It's the first time she's said his name. Harry looks at her, then the group. Young Nigel, scared, looks up at Harry. In a small voice:
He really is back?
Harry nods. The group looks solemnly back...and it strikes us their arrangement is quite reminiscent of the photo of the original Order. Harry realizes, murmurs...
We're the young ones now.
SOMEWHAT DOUBTFUL BOY hesitates...then silently steps forward...and nods--"I'm in." Harry's eyes fall on Nigel, gazing at him almost worshipfully--and the responsiblity of what he's taking on sinks in.
One by one the OTHERS step forward; Ron and Hermione exchange shivery glances--there is an air of destiny about the moment. The SUN breaks through clouds, brightening even the pub's grimy windows...as the BARMAN winces grumpily...
INSERT: A PIECE OF PARCHMENT with the words DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY written in bold letters across the top. One by one the students sign their name.
...all right--next thing is to find a place to practice where Umbridge won't find out--
ROOM OF REQUIREMENT
We SOAR toward the bridge. FIND the trio, flanked by Ginny and Neville. They walk purposefully toward us, their excitement palpable.
The shrieking Shack?
The Forbidden Forest?
Not bloody likely.
Harry...What happens if Umbridge does find out?
HERMIONE(a bit giddy)
Oh, who cares. I mean, it's sort of exciting, isn't it? Breaking the rules?
Who are you, and what have you done with Hermione Granger?
Anyway...we know at least one positive thing came from today.
Cho just couldn't keep her eyes off you, could she...
Harry turns pink as Ron beams, slaps him on the back. Ginny, however, doesn't seem quite as pleased...
Okay: in the next few days each of us comes up with a couple of possibilities for places to practice...
As the others nod in concentration we MOVE IN ON Neville, his brow creased in concentration...
64B INT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT CORRIDOR - DAY
Neville, still deep in thought, almost bumps into Draco Malfoy walking the other way.
Watch where you're going, Longbottom...
Draco sneers, moves on, as Neville hurries around the corner...
As he walks past a blank section of wall he abruptly halts. Slowly turns, goes back...and now where the plain stone wall was, a HIGHLY FILIGREED DOOR has appeared. Neville hesitates, opens it...
65 INT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT - DAY
Neville stares in amazement as he steps into the spacious room lit with flickering torches. PAN across its bookcase-lined walls, its floor covered with silk cushions...
LIGHTS SHIFT/TIME LAPSES as we complete the PAN to reveal Neville has been joined by the trio.
You've done it, Neville! You've found the Room of Requirement!
I've heard rumors about it for ages but I never believed them until now...!
(seeing their confusion)
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 seekers' needs.
So, say you really needed a toilet...?
Charming, Ronald. But yes, that's the general idea.
It's brilliant. Like Hogwarts wants us to fight back...
Suddenly a glint of silver falls past Harry's face. Harry smiles in amazement as he bends down and picks up a shiny WHISTLE...holds it to his lips--BLOWS--
65A INT. ENTRANCE HALL - NOTICE AREA - DAY
CLANG. Educational Decree No. 68: All Student Organizations are henceforth disbanded. Any Student in noncompliance will be expelled.
Filch turns sycophantically to Umbridge--who turns to glare meaningfully at the assembled STUDENTS. We suddenly move through the notice wall behind them--
67 INT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT - DAY
--into Harry's first class; the last of the STUDENTS hurries into place. Harry is visibly nervous as he looks down the line of eager faces. Hermione offers an encouraging smile, Ron a covert fist of solidarity.
All right...so...I was thinking the first thing we should practice is disarming charms...
SLIGHTLY CREEPY BOY
Isn't that sort of...basic?
It saved my life last year.
An impressed MURMUR. Ron and Hermione exchange a happy look...Harry exhales--he's begun.
A DEATH EATER
towers above us, its hideous skull-like MASK grinning. PULL BACK to reveal it is quite a realistic-looking DUMMY, its arms extended, one hand holding a prodigious WAND.
Uneasy STUDENTS stand in a line before it--Neville first. He stares up at the Death Eater--takes a deep breath--
Neville's wand goes spinning out of his hand in a SHOWER OF SPARKS--STUDENTS DUCK as it SHOOTS over their heads and smashes against the wall. Harry frowns--this is going to be harder than he thought. Neville sags in despair.
Harry hesitates--then, with determination:
No you're not. You're just flourishing your wand too much. Here, try it like this--
Harry demonstrates with a sharp flick of his wrist--as just beyond, Hermione and Ginny exchange an impressed smile...
...you will please copy the approved text four times--
67A INT. UMBRIDGE'S CLASSROOM - ANOTHER DAY
ENCHANTED CHALK writes endless list of defensive theory minutiae on the blackboard. PULL BACK TO INCLUDE Umbridge's dour face as she starts down the aisle, watching students miserably open their notebooks.
--to ensure maximum retention.
(the class GROANS)
There will be no need to talk.
As Umbridge passes Hermione she grips her pencil in frustration, mutters:
No need to think's more like it.
Umbridge stops--glares at her imperiously--then her eyes widen in fury as she spots Neville intently practicing the same wrist flick motion.
Neville nearly jumps out of his chair--Umbridge glowers...then her eyes fall on Harry. She is disarmed to find him looking evenly--even challengingly back at her--"I've got a secret." Umbridge's eyes narrow suspiciously...
67C INT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT CORRIDOR - ANOTHER DAY
Filch's rheumy eyes narrow in kind as he peers around a corner--spots CHO with a small GROUP OF STUDENTS hurrying down the corridor, looking around to make sure they're not being watched...
Panting, Filch silently stalks them--quickly ducking behind a SUIT OF ARMOR when Cho hears footsteps--waiting--
--then high-stepping it to hug the adjacent wall. He peers slyly around the corner...just in time to see the FILIGREED DOOR melting into stone. Filch smiles a curdled smile as MRS. NORRIS leaps into his arms...
Stunning is one of the most useful spells in your arsenal...
69 INT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT - NIGHT
The class has formed an elongated circle. Harry stands towards one end. His confidence has clearly grown.
...it's sort of a wizard's bread and butter, really...
Students LAUGH appreciatively; as Harry turns we see who he's squared off against--a very nervous Nigel. Harry smiles encouragingly:
It's all right, Nigel. Take your best shot.
Nigel takes a deep breath, then--
A JET of RED LIGHT leaps from Nigel's wand--sending Harry FLYING twenty feet through the air! But Nigel goes sprawling too--not used to the KICKBACK from his wand.
Fortunately the stone floor DEFORMS into PILLOWY SHAPES, cushioning Nigel's landing completely.
Harry and an awed Nigel blink at each other from across the floor--Harry grins.
Not bad. Next--
A LITTLE LATER. Ron and Hermione are up; they step forward together, both feeling awkward. BOYS and GIRLS silently gravitate towards their respective champion--Ginny and Luna silently rooting for Hermione, Dean and Neville for Ron--who confides quietly to Hermione:
Don't worry--I'll go easy on you.
Oh, thank you, Ronald.
They take their positions--both take a deep breath--
Hermione's wand emits a JET of RED LIGHT--sending Ron soaring through the air and slamming--OOF--against the mirror wall. He stares up at a slightly abashed Hermione, who is instantly surrounded by happy GIRLS. Ron turns to the silent, stone-faced boys--
I--I let her do that. I mean it's just good manners, isn't it!
(the BOYS turn away, GRUMBLING)
It was completely intentional--I'm telling you--!
He turns helplessly to a grinning Harry--
69D EXT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Filch has stalked out the wall with a little encampment; cot, tea pot. As he keeps his drooping eyes on the wall we PAN around the corner...where the FILIGREED DOOR appears in a different wall, just out of Filch's view. It opens; kids sneak silently out...
69E INT. ENTRANCE HALL - NOTICE AREA - DAY
CLANG. Educational Decree No. 82: All Students will submit to questioning about suspected illicit activities.
Filch, eyes red from lack of sleep, turns and glares.
70 INT. UMBRIDGE'S CLASSROOM/UMBRIDGE'S OFFICE - DAY
PULL PAST a LINE of NERVOUS STUDENTS waiting on the stairs outside the Dark Arts office. The door opens and a THIRD-YEAR GIRL emerges, shaken. A FOURTH-YEAR BOY next in line, peers uncertainly past her...where Umbridge smiles a saccharine smile, taps the back of a waiting chair as she stirs a cup of TEA...
70A-2 INT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT - ANOTHER DAY
TRACK behind a line of students, straining mightily with trembling wands outstretched.
Good...keep your concentration...
REVERSE to show their victims--the YOUNGER STUDENTS, floating in mid-air. Harry walks alongside, gently adjusting positions, wand angles.
Little higher there...nice.
He reaches Cho, struggling to hold up Nigel, his eyes pleading not to drop him. Harry gingerly puts his arms around her to adjust her wand angle; as they touch, both SHIVER, BLUSH--and Nigel tumbles wildly out of frame. Fred and George exchange a knowing grin...
...and as our view passes the WINDOWS reflected in the MIRROR WALL, DAYLIGHT magically fades to NIGHT--
70A-3 INT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT - ANOTHER NIGHT - CONTINUES
--as the SHOT continues unbroken into another session. We FOLLOW HARRY as he walks through the room of practicing STUDENTS. Neville is still working on the elusive wrist flick. STUDENTS pull BOOKS from the shelves with ACCIO--as Harry ducks just in time. Luna turns Dean Thomas' wand into a bouquet of DAISES. As Harry passes each student they look to him, eager for approval--he nods warmly.
Harry turns to survey the room--STUDENTS FLOATING in the AIR, being KNCOKED OFF THEIR FEET, FROZEN. The joy of learning is palpable. Harry takes it all in, exhilarated.
70A INT. ENTRANCE HALL - NOTICE AREA - DAY - INTERCUT
CLANG. Educational Decree No. 98: Those wishing to join the INQUISITORIAL SQUAD for extra credit may sign up in the High Inquisitor's Office.
74 INT. UMBRIDGE'S OFFICE - NIGHT - INERCUT
CANDLES FLICKER as we TRACK PAST Crabbe, Goyle, PANSY PARKINSON, and the plus-sized WARRINGTON, each with a handsome silver "I" PIN on their lapels. Umbridge pins the last one on a smirking Draco. OFF Umbridge, demonic in the candlelight--
74A-1 INT. TOWER DORMITORY - NIGHT
Harry suddenly JOLTS awake from a nightmare--as if caused by the previous shot of Umbridge.
74A INT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT - DAY
THE DEATH EATER DUMMY once again grins at us. SPIRAL DOWN FROM ABOVE TO REVEAL the class standing in a large CIRCLE around it. Their skills clearly improved, the students brandish their wands, happily sending it spinning back and forth between them. As cries of STUPEFY send it flying, LEVICORPUS sends it floating, EXPELLIARMUS disarms it, it ricochets faster and faster--yet there is a grace and balletic quality to the co-ordinated attacks...
75A INT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT - DAY - INTERCUT
SCENE CONTINUES. PAN across the STUDENTS FACES--focused, confident--as the DUMMY continues its dance--
HARRY walks the perimeter of the circle. Trying to show professorial restraint, he's obviously elated...
75C INT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT - DAY - INTERCUT
SCENE CONTINUES. At last the Dummy pirouettes towards Ginny, who raises her wand--the Dummy careens towards her--Ginny braces for impact--
--as the DUMMY EXPLODES into dust!
She looks over at HARRY pleased.
76 INT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT - EARLY EVENING
CAMERA STARTS ON A CHRISTMAS TREE as HARRY moves past CHO.
Harry looks pleased and then moves to NEVILLE.
A WAND flies from PAVARTI'S hand, clatters to the floor.
The STUDENTS surrounding the two duelers stare in disbelief--as does Neville, who looks up at Harry.
Fantastic Neville - Well done!
I--I did it.
Harry beams at his friend with pride as EVERYONE comes up to congratulate Neville, pat his back...
Nigel is standing near the door with the MARAUDER'S MAP.
HARRY moves to stand on top of the steps...HERMIONE and RON join him to stand either side...
HARRY(claps his hands)
Guys - All right, that's it for this time (lesson). Now we won't be meeting again until after the holidays...
(a disappointed GROAN)
...So keep working (practising) on your own as best you can. But good work, everyone--really.
A spontaneous round of APPLAUSE as Harry turns pink; Hermione and Ron beam. Ron leans into Harry as the class breaks up.
All the students move to pick up their bags and cloaks...
CHO moves to the mirror where her bag is and then looks up at CEDRIC'S photo... She stands facing the mirror...
Well done mate.
HARRY spots her... Then HERMIONE and RON spot him looking at her... They smile to one another...
HERMIONE(slowly walking backwards)
We'll see you back in the common room Harry.
The doors open. NIGEL moves out first... And he stands in the corridor holding the map...
Harry walks forward into the room, students start to leave.
NEVILLE(while passing Harry, walking out of the room)
Thanks a lot Harry.
Not at all/no worries.
As they pass Harry, various student's say thank you to Harry and wish him a Merry Christmas. He wishes everyone a Merry Christmas in returns.
Have a good/great Christmas Harry.
Have a great Christmas Luna.
He takes a deep breath, starts toward her--but is intercepted by Fred and George, Fred holding a suitcase, George a box of bright orange SKIVING SNACKBOXES in each hand.
We've been thinking, Harry--we could slip Umbridge some Puking Pastilles with her tea.
Or Fever Fudge--they give you these massive pus-filled boils--right on your--
Sounds good guys...would you excuse me?
They glance at Cho; grin. Harry flushes....then approaches a thoughtful Cho at the mirror.
Are you all right? I heard Umbridge gave you a rough time the other day...
Yeah...I'm okay. Anyway it's worth it...
Her gaze rises to the MIRROR; on it is the PARCHMENT with the list of D.A. members, the PHOTO of the old Order, Prophet articles with ominous headline...and a large photo of CEDRIC DIGGORY in a place of honour.
(she turns to look at the room)
...learning all this...it makes me wonder
(she turns back to Harry)
whether if he'd known it...
106 EXT. FORBIDDEN FOREST - LATE AFTERNOON
As Hagrid pushes through the mist the trio follows, peering nervously around them at the wild, primeval part of the forest.
Any idea where he's taking us?
Hermione shakes her head. Harry approaches Hagrid.
Hagrid? Please, can't you just tell us--
Hagrid tries to reply, but--too upset to speak--finally just shakes his head woefully and continues on. Ron looks after him with quiet awe:
He's lost his mind.
LATER. We are now surrounded by giant primordial trees with EXPOSED ROOTS. Suddenly Hagrid stops, listening...and then we hear it: an ominous RUMBLING--growing closer.
What is that?
Whatever it is...it's not a happy sound.
Suddenly Hagrid scoops up all three of them, DIVES off the path--just as a DEAFENING BLUR OF HOOVES THUNDER BY. As the trio peers up through the roots we catch glimpses of HUMAN TORSOS and fierce, war-painted faces.
As the herd of CENTAURS finally passes Hagrid and the trio rise, look after them.
Never seen the Centaurs so riled--an' they're dangerous at the bes' of times. Ministry restricts their territory much more, they're gonna have a real uprisin' on their hands--or worse.
Hagrid...? What's going on?
Hagrid takes out his spotted handkerchief, blows his nose, wipes his tear-filled eyes.
Sorry t'be so mysterious you three. I wouldn' be botherin' yer with this at all--but with Dumbledore gone I'll likely be gettin' the sack any day now, an' I can' leave withou' tellin' someone abou' him...
107 EXT. CLEARING - FORBIDDEN FOREST - DUSK
As the group approaches a clearing Hagrid motions them to slow, whispers.
Go easy now...he can be a bit...high-spirited.
They creep forward, emerge into a clearing with a small HILL in the center. A low, rythmic RUMBLING is audible.
Harry...that hill. It's breathing.
As the "hill" shifts in its sleep several BIRDS light into the air. Hagrid cautiously approaches the slumbering GIANT.
Oh Hagrid...you didn't.
I had ter bring 'im back! The other giants were all bullyin' him, 'cause he's so small.
(and once more)
I couldn' jus' leave 'im! See--he's my brother.
Well--half brother. Turns out after me mother left me dad she took up with this other giant, see--well actually, she knew him before she left, but it wasn't 'til after that she want an had--
DA-PATRONUSES and AFTER
Harry walks among the students. The mood is serious, focused; Harry's command firm and authoritative.
Make it a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember. Allow it to fill you up...
He passes the newest DA Member-SEAMUS-straining as a WISP OF VAPOR comes out of his wand...
Keep trying, Seamus...
(moving on, he reaches George)
Come on George. You're turn.
Now a corporeal Patronus is the most difficult to produce, but sheild forms can also be incredibly useful against a variety of opponents...
Harry having passed behind Ginny, reacts to the horse Patronus that she has just produced from her wand. Harry smiles with enthusiasm.
Just remember; Your Patronus only protects you for as long as you remain focused...
He passes Luna, peering vagualy down the end of her wand.
Focus, Luna, (Focus).
Luna sighs as Harry moves on...He passes Hermione, rigid with concentration. Suddenly an OTTER PATRONUS BLOOMS from her wand, gambols around her, to her delight.
Nigel urgently motions Harry to join him by the door. Harry moves towards Nigel.
Who've we got this time?
All of them I think.
INSERT: On the MAURAUDER'S MAP we see the names UMBRIDGE, FILCH, MALFOY-and a DOZEN OTHERS-floating just on the other side of the wall. Harry frowns as he turns the pages.
That's funny. How would they know we're here now...?
Suddenly a BOOMING THUD makes the entire door wall vibrate. DUST trickles down from above.
Shields begin to EVAPORATE as the class looks over in confusion. Another THUD; more DUST falls as the stones GROAN in protest.
THE CHANDELIERS wobble...
The students gather behind HARRY & NIGEL as HARRY & NIGEL back up...WANDS AT THE READY.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM"
Then the mirror cracks...and SHATTERS - REVEALING the stone beneath and A SLIGHT GAP where 2 bricks have been displaced.
HARRY moves forwards to look - NIGEL FOLLOWS.
Harry cautiously peers through the *beep* see Filch, sledgehammer in hand; Umbridge beside him.
NIGEL pushes forwards to look through...
Stand aside, Argus. I'll make short work of this.
She AIMS HER WAND directly at us. Harry's eyes go wide-
A GLITTERING EXPLOSION rocks the room as students dive for cover. Choking on dust, Harry pulls NIGEL away from the wall, its raw edges sparkling with residual MAGICAL ENERGY. The ROOM ITSELF seems to GROAN IN PAIN as shadows appear through coloured smoke-
THE FIRE GOES OUT.
100 INT. ROOM OF REQUIREMENT CORRIDOR - DAY
We MOVE through the chaos as students spiil out through the hole in panic--right into the waiting clutches of the Inquisitorial Squad. Harry watches it all helplessly...
...then sees through the madness the still figure of Umbridge, her triumphant eyes locked on Harry.
101 INT. DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE - DAY
Umbridge brandishes a familiar piece of PARCHMENT:
Dumbledore's Army--proof of what I've been telling you right from the beginning, Cornelius!
Fudge, Shacklebolt, and DAWLISH--a tough-looking wizard with short wiry hair--surround Dumbledore. Percy Weasley takes notes.
Harry stares at Cho, seated, near tears. Cho looks up at him pleadingly...but finally Harry is unable to look at her, and turns away. Cho wells up...
Umbridge hands the DA parchment to a stunned Fudge as she sneers at Dumbledore:
All your fearmongering about You-Know-Who never fooled us for a minute. We saw your lies for what they were--a smokescreen for your bid to seize control of the Ministry!
OCCLUMENCY (POA will NEVER be the same again)
107A INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
We are FLOATING THROUGH an EMPTY CLASSROOM. Bands of DAZZLING LIGHT from the windows alternate with DEEP SHADOW. We APPROACH a familiar SMALL FIGURE standing before the MIRROR OF ERISED...ELEVEN-YEAR OLD HARRY gazes longingly up at the reflection of JAMES and LILY POTTER...
...and then a sneering figure steps out between them:
Suddenly that IMAGE SWIMS, RUSHES TOWARD US--WHOOSH--
109 INT. SNAPE'S OFFICE - DUSK - CONTINUOUS
Harry is sat in a chair. Snape stands opposite, wand in hand--they are in the middle of an Occlumency lesson. Through gritted teeth:
Not to me--and not to the Dark Lord if you don't improve!
(Snape quickly moves towards Harry, leaning in)
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!
(he slowly stands upright)
You're kust like your father. Lazy. Arrogant.
Snape turns and walks away...
HARRY(Harry quickly stands in protest)
Don't you say a word against my (father)--
I'm not weak!
SNAPE(quickly turning back over his left shoulder)
Then prove it. Control your emotions, discipline your mind!
(standing back upright, he slowly raises his right hand with his wand in)
(he throws his wand forward aiming at Harry)
A FLASH OF RED--again the OFFICE SWIMS--HARRY clenches his eyes closed...
109A FLASH CUTS
A FLURRY of blurred IMAGES RUSH TOWARDS US as we're PLUNGED through HARRY'S MINDE--Harry under the sorting hat--AUNT MARGE floating towards the ceiling...
Concentrate, Potter. FOCUS--
The IMAGE SWIMS, FALLS AWAY--we're SPUN UP THROUGH ANOTHER FLURRY OF IMAGES, which suddenly RESOLVES into--
109B EXT. CLOCKTOWER COURTYARD - NIGHT
A wild-haired SIRIUS, smiling up at a YOUNGER HARRY.
...but know this: the ones who love us never really leave us. You can always find them
(he taps Harry's chest)
Younger Harry smiles...as we CIRCLE to reveal SNAPE.
I may vomit.
109C INT. SNAPE'S OFFICE - DUSK - SCENE CONTINUES
Again Harry opens his eyes, seething.
HARRY(crouched up in pain)
Is this what you call control?
Harry looks exhausted. He stands starts to move over to the desk behind SNAPE.
(Look) We've been at it for hours. If I could just rest--
SNAPE(quickly turning over his left shoulder, Harry is pinned to the desk)
The Dark Lord isn't resting! You and Black are two of a kind: sentimental children forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been. Well perhaps (just in case) it's escaped your notice but life isn't fair. Your "blessed" father knew that, in fact he frequently saw to it--
My father was a great man!
SNAPE(grabbing Harry by the t-shirt at the neck, using his left hand)
YOUR FATHER WAS A SWINE--
Snape throws Harry across the room sending him crashing back into his chair. Fury burns in Harry's eyes as he reaches inside his jacket and pulls out his wand... He raises his wand--Snape extends his own--
The brilliant FLASH OF RED from Snape's wand recoils off Harry, sends Snape sprawling backwards towards a desk behind him--we hurtle into his EYE--
111A SERIES OF SHOTS - SNAPES'S MEMORY
FIFTEEN YEAR-OLD SNAPE sits hugging his knees in the corner of a shabby room; the sounds of his PARENTS FIGHTING off. In a flash the image DISSOLVES, FLIES PAST US--only YOUNG SNAPE staying constant, but now he is
111B INT. HOGWARTS CORRIDOR - SNAPE'S MEMORY - DAY
Hugging his schoolbooks to his chest as he hurries past a trio of older PRETTY GIRLS, laughing at him--he looks down to see the piece of toilet paper trailing from his shoe. The IMAGE SPINS AROUND US as we PLUNGE through it--
112 EXT. HOGWARTS LAWN - SNAPE'S MEMORY - DAY
FIFTEEN YEAR-OLD JAMES POTTER sneers directly at us--
Young Snape, sitting alone under a tree, looks up from his book with panicked eyes. Immediately pulls his wand from his robe--
Young Snape's wand flies out of his reach. As he dives to retrieve it--
That's all for this one, sorry.
FRED AND GEORGE'S EXIT
You know George...I've always felt our futures lay outside the world of academic achievement.
Fred: I've been thinking the same thing myself.
118 INT. GREAT HALL - DUSK
The four house tables have been replaced by a hundred smaller ones. The hall is eerily silent except for the SCRATCHING of a hundred QUILLS: the OWLs are in progress.
Umbridge paces malevolently before the high table. Surveys the students with an eagle eye...
TRACK down the aisle to Hermione, hurrying through the questions--she pauses to cast a meaningful glance behind her at Ron, chewing his pencil...who glances behind him at Harry, clearly preoccupied...holding his breath...
Umbridge stops cold. STUDENTS look up in confusion.
The sound is coming from outside the hall. Furious at the interruption, Umbridge strides down the aisle--
--yanks open the great doors--
--to reveal AN EIGHTY-FOOT CHINESE DRAGON roaring straight towards her. As its giant jaw opens wide Umbridge freezes in terror--it SWALLOWS HER WHOLE--
--then EXPLODES into the GREEN AND GOLD SPARKS of an ENCHANTED FIREWORK. As the smoke clears we see Umbridge: choking, hair wild, frock smoking. Her eyes slowly look up, narrow as she HISSES:
Fred and George appear high above the chaos on their broomsticks, wave cheerily at Umbridge. SILVER ROCKETS RICOCHET off the walls, the wind from them WHIPPING up test papers from the desks into a miniature tornado, sending them soaring up into the rafters...
A barrage of shocking-pink CATHERINE WHEELS whiz toward Umbridge; she ducks just in time as they soar out the window. She spins around in outrage, sputters:
Fred and George taunt Filch as he tries swatting at them with his broom--which promptly bursts into flames.
So long! We won't be seeing you!
Don't bother to keep in touch, you old bat!
As the TWINS soar out the doors Umbridge follows them out--
118A INT. ENTRANCE HALL - NOTICE AREA - DUSK - CONTINUOUS
As Fred and George wheel above the CHEERING CROWD they point their wands at the PROCLAMATION WALL, loosing a JET OF FIRE across it. The Proclamations go up in flames, drift through the air like charred confetti--as the crowd ROARS its APPROVAL.
That's enough so far. There's one more excerpt left - the Entire MOM battle (which is VERY different to the final version). Changes include:-
- A more deadly Lucius uttering a famous Voldemort line in GOF
- A funny Hr/R moment (falling into someone's arms)
- A VERY small H/G moment (think Doctor Who)
- More Sirius talking
- A 'beaten' Bellatrix, killing $£$"$
- A Bellatrix / Tonks moment that eerily echos DH
- A more dangerous Harry/Bella moment (NOT Crucio)
- A shorter DD/LV 'fight', but more book dialogue
- A Harry / Lily moment
(Yes, you read that right).
Last edited by madsci; November 9th, 2007 at 10:58 pm.