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These are dark times, there is no denying.

Our world has, perhaps,
faced no greater threat than it does today.

But I say this to our citizenry:

We, ever your servants...

will continue to defend your liberty...

and repel the forces
that seek to take it from you.

Your Ministry remains...

strong.

Hermione. Tea's ready, darling.

Coming, Mom.

Come on, Dudley, hurry up.

I still don't understand
why we have to leave.

Because, unh,
it's not safe for us here anymore.

Ron, tell your father
supper's nearly ready.

Is this in Australia?

Looks wonderful, doesn't it?

Three and a half thousand
kilometers along Australia's east coast.

Obliviate.

Severus.

I was beginning to worry
you had lost your way.

Come, we've saved you a seat.

You bring news, I trust?

It will happen Saturday next, at nighftall.

I've heard differently, my Lord.

Dawlish, the Auror,
has let slip that the Potter boy...

will not be moved
until the 30th of this month.

The day before he turns 17.

This is a false trail.

The Auror Office no longer plays any part
in the protection of Harry Potter.

Those closest to him believe
we have infiltrated the Ministry.

Well, they got that right, haven't they?

What say you, Pius?

One hears many things, my Lord.

Whether the truth is among them
is not clear.

Heh. Spoken like a true politician.

You will, I think,
prove most useful, Pius.

- Where will he be taken, the boy?
- To a safe house.

Most likely the home of someone
in the Order.

I'm told it's been given
every manner of protection possible.

Once there,
it will be impractical to attack him.

Ahem. My Lord.
I'd like to volunteer myself for this task.

I want to kill the boy.

Wormtail!

Have I not spoken to you
about keeping our guest quiet?

Yes, my Lord.

Right away, my Lord.

As inspiring
as I find your bloodlust, Bellatrix...

I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.

But I face an unfortunate complication.

That my wand and Potter's
share the same core.

They are, in some ways, twins.

We can wound,
but not fatally harm one another.

If I am to kill him...

I must do it with another's wand.

Come, surely one of you
would like the honor?

Mm?

What about you, Lucius?

My Lord?

"My Lord?"

I require your wand.

Do I detect elm?

Yes, my Lord.

And the core?

Dragon. Ahem.

Dragon heartstring, my Lord.

- Dragon heartstring.
- Mm.

To those of you who do not know...

we are joined tonight
by Miss Charity Burbage...

who, until recently, taught at Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Her specialty was Muggle Studies.

It is Miss Burbage's belief
that Muggles are not so different from us.

She would, given her way...

have us mate with them.

To her, the mixture of magical
and Muggle blood is not an abomination...

but something to be encouraged.

Severus.

Severus, please.

We're friends.

Avada Kedavra!

Nagini.

Dinner.

- Hello, Harry.
- All right. Wow.

Hello.

- You're looking fit.
- Yeah, he's absolutely gorgeous.

What say we get undercover
before someone murders him?

Evening.

I thought you were looking after...

- ...the Prime Minister.
- You are more important.

- Hello, Harry. Bill Weasley.
- Oh. Pleasure to meet you.

- He was never always this handsome.
- Dead ugly.

True enough.

Owe it all to a werewolf,
name of Greyback.

- Hope to repay the favor one day.
- You're still beautiful to me, William.

Just remember, Fleur,
Bill takes his steaks on the raw side now.

My husband, the joker.

By the way, wait till you hear the news.
Remus and I...

All right. We'll have time
for a cozy catch-up later.

We've got to get the hell out of here.
And soon.

Potter, you're underage, which means
you've still got the Trace on you.

What's the Trace?

If you sneeze, the Ministry will know
who wipes your nose.

We have to use those means of transport
the Trace can't detect:

Brooms, Thestrals and the like.
We go in pairs.

That way, if anyone's out there waiting
for us, and I reckon there will be...

they won't know which Harry Potter
is the real one.

The real one?

I believe you're familiar
with this particular brew.

No. Absolutely not.

I told you he'd take it well.

No, if you think I'm gonna let everyone
risk their lives for me, I...

- Never done that before, have we?
- No. No. This is different.

I mean, taking that, becoming me. No.

Well, none of us really fancy it, mate.

Imagine if something went wrong, and
we ended up a scrawny, specky git forever.

Everyone here is of age, Potter.

They've all agreed to take the risk.

Technically, I've been coerced.

Mundungus Fletcher, Mr. Potter.

- Always been a huge admirer.
- Nip it, Mundungus.

All right, Granger, as discussed.

- Blimey, Hermione.
- Straight in here, if you please.

For those of you who haven't taken
Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning:

It tastes like goblin piss.

Have a lot of experiences with that,
do you, Mad-Eye?

Just trying to diffuse the tension.

Oh.

Ugh.

Wow, we're identical.

Not yet, you're not.

Haven't got anything
a bit more sporting, have you?

I don't really fancy this color.

Well, fancy this, you're not you.
So shut it and strip.

All right, all right.

You'll need to change too, Potter.

Bill, look away. I'm hideous.

I knew she was lying about that tattoo.

Harry, your eyesight really is awful.

Right, then. We'll be pairing off.
Each Potter will have a protector.

Mundungus, stick tight to me.
I wanna keep an eye on you.

As for Harry... Yes?

The real Harry.

- Where the devil are you, anyway?
- Here.

You'll ride with Hagrid.

I brought you here 16 years ago when
you were no bigger than a Bowtruckle.

Seems only right that I should be...

- ...the one to take you away now.
- Yes, it's all very touching. Let's go.

Head for the Burrows.
We'll rendezvous there.

On the count of three.

Hold tight, Harry.

One...

two...

three!

- Which one?
- Where are you?

He's on your right!

He's over there!

Down!

Hagrid, we have to help the others!

I can't do that, Harry. Mad-Eye's orders.

Hang on.

Stupefy!

Hang on, Harry.

Hagrid.

No. No.

Harry.

Harry. Hagrid.

What happened? Where are the others?

Is no one else back?

They were on us right from
the start, Molly. We didn't stand a chance.

Well, thank goodness
you two are all right.

The Death Eaters were
waiting for us. It was an ambush.

Ron and Tonks
should've already been back.

Dad and Fred as well.

Here!

Quick. Into the house.

Oh, my boy.

Oh. Oh.

- Lupin!
- What are you doing?

What creature sat in the corner...

the first time Harry Potter
visited my office in Hogwarts?

- Are you mad?
- What creature?!

A Grindylow.

We've been betrayed.

Voldemort knew
you were being moved tonight.

I had to make sure
you weren't an impostor.

Wait.

The last words Albus Dumbledore spoke
to the pair of us?

"Harry is the best hope we have.
Trust him."

What gave you away?

Hedwig, I think.
She was trying to protect me.

Thanks.

Deserves that. Brilliant, he was.

- I wouldn't be standing here without him.
- Really?

Always the tone of surprise.

We the last back?

Where's George?

How you feeling, Georgie?

Saint-like.

Come again?

Saint-like. I'm holy.

I'm holey, Fred. Get it?

The whole wide world of ear-related humor
and you go for "I'm holey."

That's pathetic.

Reckon I'm still better-looking than you.

Mad-Eye's dead.

Mundungus took one look at Voldemort
and Disapparated.

Head for the Burrows.

This is beyond anything I imagined.

- Seven?
- Seven...? A Horcrux.

They could be hidden anywhere.

To rip the soul into seven pieces...

- If you did destroy each Horcrux...
- One destroys Voldemort.

Trust me.

You lied to me. Lied to me, Ollivander.

Going somewhere?

Nobody else is going to die. Not for me.

For you?

You think Mad-Eye died for you?

You think George took that curse
for you?

You may be the Chosen One, mate,
but this is a whole lot bigger than that.

It's always been bigger than that.

- Come with me.
- What, and leave Hermione?

You mad?
We wouldn't last two days without her.

Don't tell her I said that.

Besides, you've still got
the Trace on you.

- We've still got the wedding...
- I don't care about a wedding.

I'm sorry. No matter whose it is.
I have to start finding these Horcruxes.

They're our only chance to beat him...

and the longer we stay here,
the stronger he gets.

Tonight's not the night, mate.

We'd only be doing him a favor.

Do you think he knows?

I mean, they're bits of his soul,
these Horcruxes. Bits of him.

When Dumbledore destroyed the ring,
you destroyed Tom Riddle's diary...

he must have felt something.

To kill the other Horcruxes,
we have to find them.

Where are they?

Where do we start?

Ready when you are.

Please pay attention!
It's your brother's wedding. Buck up.

Zip me up, will you?

It seems silly, doesn't it, a wedding?

Given everything that's going on.

Maybe that's the best reason to have it...

because of everything that's going on.

Morning.

Come on, keep up.

All together now.

One, two, three.

How's it looking at your end, boys?

Brilliant.

Bloody hell.
What's the Minister of Magic doing here?

To what do we owe the pleasure,
Minister?

I think we both know the answer
to that question, Mr. Potter.

And this is...?

"Herein is set forth
the last will and testament..."

of Albus Percival Wulfric
Brian Dumbledore.

First, to Ronald Bilius Weasley...

I leave my Deluminator...

a device of my own making...

in the hope that,
when things seem most dark...

"...it will show him the light."

- Dumbledore left this for me?
- Yeah.

Brilliant.

What is it?

Wicked.

"To Hermione Jean Granger..."

I leave my copy of
The Tales of Beedle the Bard...

"...in the hope that she find it
entertaining and instructive."

Mom used to read me those.

"The Wizard and the Hopping Pot."

"Babbitty Rabbitty
and the Cackling Stump."

Come on, Babbitty Rabbitty.

No?

"To Harry James Potter..."

I leave the Snitch he caught
in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts...

as a reminder
of the rewards of perseverance...

"...and skill."

- Is that it, then?
- Not quite.

Dumbledore left you a second bequest:

The sword of Godric Gryffindor.

Unfortunately, the sword of Gryffindor
was not Dumbledore's to give away.

As an important historical artifact,
it belongs...

To Harry.

It belongs to Harry.

It came to him when he needed it
in the Chamber of Secrets.

The sword may present itself
to any worthy Gryffindor.

That does not make it
that wizard's property.

And, in any event, the current
whereabouts of the sword are unknown.

- Excuse me?
- The sword is missing.

I don't know what you're up to,
Mr. Potter...

but you can't fight this war
on your own.

He's too strong.

Hello, Harry.

I've interrupted a deep thought, haven't I?
I can see it growing smaller in your eyes.

Of course not. How are you, Luna?

Very well. Got bitten by a garden gnome
only moments ago.

Gnome saliva is very beneficial.

Xenophilius Lovegood.
We live just over the hill.

Pleasure to meet you, sir.

I trust you know, Mr. Potter,
that we at The Quibbler...

unlike those toadies
at The Daily Prophet...

fully supported Dumbledore
in his lifetime...

and, in his death,
support you just as fully.

Thank you.

Come, Daddy.
Harry doesn't want to talk to us right now.

He's just too polite to say so.

Harry Potter.

Excuse me, sir? May I sit down?

Mr. Potter. By all means. Here.

Thanks.

I found what you wrote
in The Daily Prophet really moving.

You obviously knew Dumbledore well.

Well, I certainly knew him the longest.

That is, if you don't count his brother,
Aberforth...

and somehow, people never do
seem to count Aberforth.

- I didn't even know he had a brother.
- Ah.

Well, Dumbledore was always
very private, even as a boy.

Don't despair, Elphias.

I'm told he's been thoroughly
unriddled by Rita Skeeter...

in 800 pages, no less.

Word has it that someone talked to her.

Someone who knew
the Dumbledore family well.

Both you and I know who that is,
Elphias.

A monstrous betrayal.

Who are we talking about?

Bathilda Bagshot.

- Who?
- My God, boy...

she's only the most celebrated
magical historian of the last century.

She was as close
to the Dumbledores as anyone.

Oh, I'm sure Rita Skeeter thought
it well worth a trip to Godric's Hollow...

to take a peek
into that old bird's rattled cage.

Godric's Hollow?

Bathilda Bagshot
lives at Godric's Hollow?

Well, that's where
she first met Dumbledore.

You don't mean to say
he lived there too?

The family moved there after his
father killed those three Muggles.

Oh, it was quite the scandal.

Honestly, my boy,
are you sure you knew him at all?

The Ministry has fallen.

The Minister of Magic is dead.

They are coming.

They are coming.

They're coming!

Nice meeting you, Mr. Potter.

- Ginny!
- Harry! Go!

Go!

Here you go, sightseeing tour?
Leaves in 15 minutes.

- Where are we?
- Shaftesbury Avenue.

I used to come to the theater here
with Mom and Dad.

I don't know why I thought of it.
It just popped into my head.

This way.

We need to change.

How the ruddy...?

Undetectable Extension Charm.

You're amazing, you are.

Always the tone of surprise.

Ah. That'll be the books.

What about all the people
at the wedding?

- Do you think we should go back?
- They were after you.

We'd put everyone in danger
by going back.

- Ron's right.
- Ahem.

Coffee?

- A cappuccino, please.
- You?

- What she said.
- Same.

So where do we go from here?
Leaky Cauldron?

It's too dangerous.

If Voldemort has taken over the Ministry,
none of the old places are safe.

Everyone from the wedding
will have gone underground, into hiding.

My rucksack with all my things,
I've left it at the Burrow.

You're joking.

I've had all the essentials packed
for days, just in case.

By the way, these jeans, not my favorite.

Down!

Stupefy!

Expulso!

Petrificus Totalus.

Go.

Leave.

Lock the door, get the lights.

This one's name is Rowle.

He was on the Astronomy Tower
the night Snape killed Dumbledore.

This is Dolohov. I recognize him
from the wanted posters.

So, what we gonna do with you, hey?

Kill us if it was turned round,
wouldn't you?

If we kill them, they'll know we were here.

Ron.

Suppose he did Mad-Eye.
How would you feel then?

It's better we wipe their memories.

You're the boss.

Hermione...

you're the best at spells.

Obliviate.

How is it they knew we were there?

Maybe you still have the Trace on you?

Can't be. Trace breaks at 17.
It's wizarding law.

What?

We didn't celebrate your birthday, Harry.

Ginny and I, we prepared a cake.

We were going to bring it out
at the end of the wedding.

I appreciate the thought, but given the
fact that we were almost killed...

by a couple of Death Eaters
a few minutes ago...

Right.

Perspective.

We need to get off the streets,
get somewhere safe.

What was that all about?

Probably Mad-Eye's idea,
in case Snape decided to come snooping.

Homenum Revelio.

We're alone.

I believed another wand...

- You lied to me.
- It makes no sense.

I believed a different wand would work,
I swear.

There must be another way.

Harry? Hermione, where are you?

I think I've found something.

Lovely.

"Regulus Arcturus Black."

R.A.B.

"I know I will be dead
long before you read this.

I have stolen the real Horcrux
and intend to destroy it."

R.A.B. is Sirius's brother.

Yes.

Question is,
did he actually destroy the real Horcrux?

You've been spying on us, have you?

Kreacher has been watching.

Maybe he knows where the real locket is.

Have you ever seen this before?

Kreacher?

It's Master Regulus' locket.

But there were two, weren't there?

Where's the other one?

Kreacher doesn't know
where the other locket is.

Yes, but did you ever see it?
Was it in this house?

Filthy Mudblood.

- Death Eaters are coming...
- Ron.

- Blood traitor, Weasley.
- Answer her.

Yes.

It was here in this house.

A most evil object.

How do you mean?

Before Master Regulus died,
he ordered Kreacher to destroy it...

but no matter how hard Kreacher tried,
he could not do it.

Well, where is it now?

- Did someone take it?
- He came in the night.

He took many things,
including the locket.

Who did?

Who was it, Kreacher?

Mundungus.

Mundungus Fletcher.

Find him.

My father will hear about this.

Hey, losers.

He isn't here.

As your new Minister for Magic...

I promise to restore
this temple of tolerance...

to its former glory.

Therefore, beginning today...

each employee
will submit themselves...

for evaluation.

You have nothing to fear...

if you have nothing to hide.

- How much?
- Two Galleons.

Come on, time is money. Cheers, pal.

- Snatchers!
- Move out of the way.

- I told you.
- Get out.

Squash him.

Be a bit gentler.

They have flesh memories.

When Scrimgeour first gave it to you,
I thought it might open at your touch.

That Dumbledore had hidden
something inside it.

Many of you are wondering...

why Voldemort has yet to show himself
now that he has vanquished...

the most powerful symbol of opposition
to him and his followers.

Get off.

Harry Potter, so long it's been.

Get off me.

As requested,
Kreacher has returned with the thief...

- Expelliarmus.
- ...Mundungus Fletcher.

What you playing at? Setting a pair
of bleeding house-elves after me.

Dobby was only trying to help.

Dobby saw Kreacher in Diagon Alley,
which Dobby thought was curious.

And then Dobby heard Kreacher
mention Harry Potter's name.

- I just...
- And then Dobby saw Kreacher...

- ...talking with the thief, Mundungus...
- I'm no thief.

You foul little... Git.

I'm a purveyor
of rare and wondrous objects.

You're a thief, Dung. Everyone knows it.

Master Weasley,
so good to see you again.

Wicked trainers.

Listen, I panicked that night, all right?

Could I help it
if Mad-Eye fell off his broom?

- You...
- Tell the truth.

When you turned this place over...
Don't deny it.

You found a locket, am I right?

Why? Was it valuable?

You still got it?

No, he's worried
he didn't get enough money for it.

Bleeding give it away, didn't I?

There I was,
flogging me wares in Diagon Alley...

when some Ministry hag comes up
and asks to see me license.

Says she's a mind to lock me up.

And would've done it too,
if she hadn't taken a fancy to that locket.

- Who was she? The witch. Do you know?
- No, I...

Well, she's there. Look.

Bleeding bow and all.

Right, remember what we said.

Don't speak to anyone
unless absolutely necessary.

Just try and act normal.
Do what everybody else is doing.

If we do that, then with a bit of luck,
we'll get inside.

- And then...
- Lt gets really tricky.

- Correct.
- Yeah.

- This is completely mental.
- Completely.

The world's mental.

Come on...

we've got a Horcrux to find.

We flush ourselves in.

That's bloody disgusting.

Name?

You. Come.

- What? What?
- Come on.

- What did I do?
- Just keep walking.

- Are those...?
- Muggles.

In their rightful place.

Gotta tell you,
I'm starting to freak out a bit.

How long did you say this batch
of Polyjuice would last, Hermione?

I didn't.

Cattermole.

It's still raining inside my office.
That's two days now.

Have you tried an umbrella?

You do realize I'm going downstairs,
don't you, Cattermole?

- Downstairs?
- To interrogate your wife.

Now, if my wife's blood status
were in doubt...

and the head of the Department
of Magical Law Enforcement...

needed a job doing,
I think I might just make that a priority.

You have one hour.

Oh, my God. What am I gonna do?
My wife's all alone downstairs.

- Ron, you don't have a wife.
- Oh, right.

Level 2.

But how do I stop it raining?

Try "Finite Incantatem."

Department of Magical Law Enforcement...

and Improper Use of Magic Department.

This is you, Ron.

Finite Incantatem. Okay.
And if that doesn't work...?

Level 1,
Minister of Magic and support staff.

If we don't locate Umbridge
within the hour...

we go find Ron
and come back another day.

- Deal?
- Yes.

Ah, Mafalda. Travers sent you, did he?

Good, we'll go straight down.

Albert, aren't you getting out?

Runcorn.

Accio locket.

All right, all right.
Let's calm down, shall we?

Let's get back to work, please.

Calm down.

Runcorn.

Morning.

Ron, it's me.

Harry.
Blimey, forgot what you looked like.

Where's Hermione?

She's gone down to the courtrooms,
with Umbridge.

Bloody cold down here.

I'm a half-blood. My father was a wizard.

William Alderton.
He worked here for 30 years.

Perhaps you know him.
Always wore his jacket inside out.

No, there's been a mistake.
I'm half-blood, you see.

We must go back. I'm half-blood.

- Mary Elizabeth Cattermole?
- Yes.

Of 27 Chislehurst Gardens,
Great Tolling, Evesham?

- Yes.
- Lt's here.

Mother to Maisie, Ellie and Alfred?
Wife to Reginald?

Reg?

Thank you, Albert.

Mary Elizabeth Cattermole?

Yes.

A wand was taken from you
upon your arrival at the Ministry today.

Is this that wand?

Would you please tell the court from which
witch or wizard you took this wand?

I didn't take it.

I got it in Diagon Alley, at Ollivander's,
when I was 11.

It chose me.

You're lying.

Wands only choose witches,
and you are not a witch.

But I am.

Tell them, Reg. Tell them what I am.

Reg, tell them what I am.

What on earth are you doing, Albert?

You're lying, Dolores.

And one mustn't tell lies.

Stupefy!

It's Harry Potter.

It is, isn't it?
This'll be one to tell the kids.

Expecto Patronum!

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Mary, go home.

Get the kids.

I'll meet you there. We have to get out
of the country, understand?

Mary, do as I say.

Mary?

Who's that?

Long story. Nice meeting you.

It's Harry Potter.

It's Harry. Harry Potter.

- There he is.
- Get him!

- Get him!
- Stop him!

- Watch out.
- Look out.

This way!

Expelliarmus!

Oh, my God.

Shh, shh, shh. It's all right. It's okay.

Harry. Harry, quickly, in my bag.

There's a bottle labeled
"Essence of Dittany."

Shh. Shh.

Okay, okay. Quickly.

- Accio Dittany.
- Shh.

It's all right. Unstopper it.

Hermione, his arm.

I know, just do it.

It's okay.

- Okay, it's gonna sting a little bit.
- What happened? I thought we meant...

- ...to be going back to Grimmauld Place.
- We were. We were. Shh.

It's all right. One more, one more.

We were there, we were there,
but Yaxley had hold of me, and I...

I knew once he'd seen where we were,
we couldn't stay...

so I brought us here...

but Ron got splinched.

It's all right.

Protego Totalum.

Salvio Hexia.

What are you doing?

Protective enchantments.

I don't fancy another visit like the one
we had in Shaftesbury Avenue, do you?

You can get going on the tent.

- Tent?
- Protego Totalum.

Where am I supposed to find a tent?

Repello Muggletum. Muffliato.

You first.

Dissendium.

Incendio.

Expulso.

Diffindo.

Reducto.

What are you doing?

We have to keep it safe
until we find out how to destroy it.

Seems strange, mate.
Dumbledore sends you off...

to find all these Horcruxes,
but doesn't tell you how to destroy them.

Doesn't that bother you?

A goblin by the name of Gornuk was killed.

It is believed that Muggle-born
Dean Thomas and a second goblin...

both believed to have been traveling
with Tonks, Cresswell...

and Gornuk, may have escaped.

If Dean is listening or anyone has
any knowledge of his whereabouts...

his parents and sisters
are desperate for news.

Meanwhile, a Muggle family of five
has been found dead in their home.

You know the spell, Harry.

Tell me.

Tell me, Gregorovitch.

It was stolen from me.

Who was he? The thief?

It was a boy. It was he who took it.

I never saw it again.

I swear on my life.

I believe you.

Avada Kedavra!

I thought it had stopped.

You can't keep letting him in, Harry.

You-Know-Who has found Gregorovitch.

The wandmaker?

He wants something
that Gregorovitch used to have...

but I don't know what.

But he wants it desperately.
I mean, it's as if his life depends on it.

Don't.

- It comforts him.
- Lt sets my teeth on edge.

What's he expecting to hear,
good news?

Who long expected it,
the fall of the Ministry was shocking.

I think he just hopes
he doesn't hear bad news.

We promise
to remain your eyes and ears...

How long before he can travel?

Bringing you news when we can,
from wherever we can.

I'm doing everything I can.

You're not doing enough!

Take it off.

I said, take it off now.

- Better?
- Loads.

We'll take it in turns, okay?

Finch does admit
his invention currently has one short.

And now, other news:

Severus Snape, newly appointed
headmaster of Hogwarts...

has decreed that all students
must conform to the latest house rules.

Hogwarts bears little resemblance
to the school...

under Dumbledore's leadership.

Snape's curriculum is severe,
reflecting the wishes of the Dark Lord...

and infractions are dealt with harshly
by the two Death Eaters on staff.

What's that?

What's that smell?

- What you doing?
- Lt's heavy.

Oh, sorry. Do you want me to carry it?

- Yeah, thank you.
- Don't be ridiculous. Pick it up.

Numpty.

Snatchers.

Good to know your enchantments work.

He could smell it. My perfume.

I've told you...

Ron isn't strong enough to Apparate.

Well, then, we'll go on foot.

And next time, Hermione, as much as
I like your perfume, just don't wear any.

And now for the names
of missing witches and wizards.

These are confirmed.

Thankfully, the list is short today.

Jason and Alison Denbright.

Oh. Thank you.

Bella, Jake, Charlie and Madge Farley.

Joe Laurie.

Eleanor Sarah Gibbs.

Harry and Bronwyn Trigg.

Rob and Ellie Dowson.

Georgia Clark-Day.

Joshua Flexson.

George Coutas.

Gabriella and Emily Mather.

Jacob and Mimi Erland.

William and Brian Gallagher.

He doesn't know
what he's doing, does he?

None of us do.

Toby and Olivia Gleaves.

Katie and James Killick.

Elsie Valentine Schroeder.

Jennifer Winston.

Tamsin and lola Hillicker.

Scarlet and Kitty Sharp.

Oh, my God.

What?

I'll tell you in a minute.

Maybe you could tell me now.

The sword of Gryffindor,
it's goblin-made.

Brilliant.

No, you don't understand.

Dirt and rust have no effect
on the blade.

It only takes in
that which makes it stronger.

Okay.

Harry, you've already destroyed
one Horcrux, right?

Tom Riddle's diary
in the Chamber of Secrets.

With a Basilisk fang.
If you tell me you've got one of those...

- ...in that bloody beaded bag of yours...
- Don't you see?

In the Chamber of Secrets, you stabbed
the Basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor.

Its blade is impregnated
with Basilisk venom.

It only takes in
that which makes it stronger.

- Exactly, which is why...
- Lt can destroy Horcruxes.

That's why Dumbledore left it to you
in his will.

You are brilliant, Hermione. Truly.

Actually, I'm highly logical, which
allows me to look past extraneous detail...

and perceive clearly
that which others overlook.

Yeah, there's only one problem,
of course.

The sword was stolen.

Yeah, I'm still here.

But you two carry on.
Don't let me spoil the fun.

- What's wrong?
- Wrong? Nothing's wrong.

Not according to you, anyway.

Look, if you've got something to say,
don't be shy. Spit it out.

All right, I'll spit it out.
But don't expect me to be grateful...

because there's another damn thing
we've gotta find.

I thought you knew
what you signed up for.

Yeah. I thought I did too.

Well, then I'm sorry,
but I don't quite understand.

What part of this isn't living up
to your expectations?

Did you think we were gonna
be staying in a hotel?

Finding a Horcrux every other day?
Thought you'd be back by Christmas?

I just thought, after all this time...

we would've achieved something.
I thought you knew what you were doing.

I thought Dumbledore told you
something worthwhile.

- I thought you had a plan.
- I told you everything Dumbledore told me.

In case you haven't noticed,
we found a Horcrux.

Yeah, and we're as close to getting rid of
it as we are to finding the rest of them.

Ron. Please, take...

Take the Horcrux off.
You wouldn't be saying this...

if you hadn't been wearing it all day.

Want to know why I listen to that radio?

To make sure I don't hear Ginny's name,
or Fred, or George or Mom.

You think I'm not listening?
You think I don't know how this feels?!

No, you don't know how it feels!

Your parents are dead.
You have no family.

- Stop. Stop.
- Fine, then go!

Go, then!

Fine.

Ron.

And you?

Are you coming or you staying?

Fine. I get it.

I saw you two the other night.

Ron, that's... That's nothing.

Ron...

Ron, where are you going?

Please, come back.

Ron.

Ron!

Salvio Hexia.

Repellum Muggletum.

Salvio Hexia.

Poor old Jim's white as a ghost.

He's found the answer that we lost.

We're all weeping now
Weeping because.

There ain't nothing we can do
To protect you.

O children.

Lift up your voice Children.

Rejoice, rejoice.

Hey, little train, we're jumping on.

The train that goes to the kingdom.

We're happy, Ma
We're having fun.

And the train ain't even left the station.

Hey, little train, wait for me

I once was blind but now I see.

Have you left a seat for me?

Is that such a stretch of the imagination?

Hey, little train, wait for me

I was held in chains but now I'm free

I'm hanging in there
Don't you see?

In this process of elimination.

Hey, little train, we're jumping on.

The train that goes to the kingdom.

We're happy, Ma
We're having fun.

It's beyond my wildest expectation.

Hey, little train, we're jumping on.

The train that goes to the kingdom.

We're happy, Ma
We're having fun.

The train ain't even left the station

Hermione.

Hermione? You were right.

Snitches have flesh memories...

but I didn't catch the first Snitch
with my hand, I almost swallowed it.

- "I open at the close."
- What do you think that means?

I don't know.

I found something as well.

At first I thought it was an eye,
but now I don't think it is.

It isn't a rune, and it isn't anywhere
in Spellman's Syllabary.

Somebody inked it in. It
isn't part of the book.

Somebody drew it.

Luna's dad was wearing that
at Bill and Fleur's wedding.

Why would someone draw it
in a children's book?

Look, Hermione, I've been thinking.

I want to go to Godric's Hollow.

It's where I was born.
It's where my parents died.

That's exactly where he'll expect you to go
because it means something to you.

Yeah, but it means something to him too,
Hermione.

You-Know-Who almost died there.

I mean, isn't that exactly the type of
place he'd be likely to hide a Horcrux?

It's dangerous, Harry.

But even I have to admit, recently
I've been thinking we'll have to go there.

I think it's possible
something else is hidden there.

What?

The sword.

If Dumbledore wanted you to find it, but
didn't want it in the Ministry's hands...

where better to hide it than the
birthplace of the founder of Gryffindor?

Hermione...

Don't ever let me
give you a haircut again.

I still think we should've used
Polyjuice Potion.

No.

This is where I was born.

I'm not returning as someone else.

Good night. Ha-ha-ha.

Harry, I think it's Christmas Eve.

Listen.

Do you think they'd be in there,
Hermione?

My mom and dad.

Yeah, I think they would.

"Ignotus Peverell."

Hey, Harry?

Merry Christmas, Hermione.

Merry Christmas, Harry.

Harry, there's someone
watching us. By the church.

I think I know who that is.

I don't like this, Harry.

Hermione, she knew
Dumbledore. She might have the sword.

This is where they died, Hermione.

This is where he murdered them.

You're Bathilda, aren't you?

Here, let me do that.

Miss Bagshot, who is this man?

Harry.

Lumos.

Harry!

Confringo!

Are you feeling better?

You've outdone yourself this time,
Hermione.

The Forest of Dean.

I came here once with Mom and Dad,
years ago.

It's just how I remember it.

The trees, the river, everything.

Like nothing's changed.

Not true, of course.
Everything's changed.

If I brought my parents back here now,
they probably wouldn't recognize any of it.

Not the trees, not the river...

not even me.

Maybe we should just stay here, Harry.

Grow old.

You wanted to know
who the boy in the photograph was.

I know.

Gellert Grindelwald.

He's the thief I saw
in Gregorovitch's Wand Shop.

Speaking of which, where is my wand?

Where's my wand, Hermione?

As we were leaving Godric's Hollow,
I cast a curse and it rebounded.

I'm sorry.

I tried to mend it, but wands
are different. - Lt's done.

Leave me yours.
Go inside and get warm.

I'll take the locket as well.

Trust me.

Lumos.

Accio sword.

Diffindo.

- Hermione?
- Are you mental?

It was you?

Well, yeah. Bit obvious, I think.

And you cast the doe as well, did you?

- No, I thought that was you.
- No, my Patronus is a stag.

Right. Yeah. Antlers.

Okay, Ron. Do it.

I can't handle it. That thing affects me
more than it affects you and Hermione.

- All the more reason.
- No. I can't.

Then why are you here?

Why did you come back?

Now, I'll have to speak to
it in order for it to open.

When it does, don't hesitate.

I don't know what's in there,
but it'll put up a fight.

The bit of Riddle that was in that diary
tried to kill me.

All right. One...

two...

three.

I have seen your heart, and it is mine.

I have seen your dreams,
Ronald Weasley...

and I have seen your fears.

Least loved by your mother,
who craved a daughter.

Least loved by the girl
who prefers your friend.

Ron, kill it!

We were better without you.

Happier without you.

Who could look at you
compared to Harry Potter?

What are you
compared with the Chosen One?

Ron, it's lying!

Your mother confessed
she would have preferred me as a son.

What woman would take you?

You are nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing compared to him.

Just think...

only three to go.

Hermione?

Hermione?

Is everything all right?

It's fine.
Actually, you know, it's more than fine.

Hey.

You complete ass, Ronald Weasley!

You show up here after weeks,
and you say "hey"?

- Where's my wand? Where's my wand?
- I don't know.

- Harry Potter, give me my wand.
- I don't have it.

- How come he's got your wand?
- Never mind why he's got my wand.

What is that?

You destroyed it.

And how is it that you just happen
to have the sword of Gryffindor?

It's a long story.

- Don't think this changes anything.
- Oh, of course not.

I only just destroyed a bloody Horcrux.
Why would that change anything?

Look, I wanted to come back
as soon as I left.

- I just didn't know how to find you.
- Yeah, how did you find us?

With this. It doesn't just turn off lights.

I don't know how it
works, but Christmas

morning I was sleeping
in this little pub...

keeping away from some Snatchers...

and I heard it.

It?

A voice...

your voice, Hermione...

coming out of it.

- And what exactly did I say, may I ask?
- My name.

Just my name.

Like a whisper.

So I took it, clicked it,
and this tiny ball of light appeared.

And I knew.

And sure enough, it floated toward me,
the ball of light...

went right to my chest,
straight through me. Right here.

And I knew it was gonna take me
where I needed to go, so I Disapparated...

and came to this hillside.

It was dark. I had no idea where I was.

I just hoped
that one of you would show yourself.

And you did.

I've always liked these flames
Hermione makes.

How long do you reckon
she'll stay mad at me?

Well, just keep talking about that
little ball of light touching your heart...

and she'll come round.

It was true. Every word.

This is gonna sound crazy...

but I think that's why Dumbledore
left it to me, the Deluminator.

I think he knew that somehow I'd need it
to find my way back, and she'd lead me.

Bloody hell, I just realized,
you need a wand, don't you?

- Yeah.
- I've got one here.

It's a blackthorn. Ten inches.

Nothing special, but I reckon it'll do.

Took if off a Snatcher
a couple of weeks ago.

Don't tell Hermione this,
but they're a bit dim, Snatchers.

This one was definitely part troll,
the smell of him.

Engorgio.

- Reducio!
- What's going on in there?

- Nothing.
- Nothing.

We need to talk.

Yeah, all right.

- I want to go see Xenophilius Lovegood.
- Sorry?

See this?

It's a letter Dumbledore wrote
to Grindelwald. Look at the signature.

It's the mark again.

It keeps cropping up.

In Beedle the Bard,
in the graveyard in Godric's Hollow.

It was there too.

- Where?
- Outside Gregorovitch's Wand Shop.

But what does it mean?

Look, you've got no idea where
the next Horcrux is, and neither do I...

but this, this means something.

- I'm sure of it.
- Yeah. Hermione's right.

We ought to see Lovegood.

Let's vote on it. Those in favor?

You're not still mad at him, are you?

I'm always mad at him.

Luna.

Luna.

"Keep off the dirigible plums."

What is it? Who are you?

What do you want?

Hello, Mr. Lovegood. I'm Harry Potter.
We met a few months ago.

Could we come in?

- Where is Luna?
- Luna?

She'll be along.

So how can I help you, Mr. Potter?

Well, actually...

It was about something you were wearing
round your neck at the wedding. A symbol.

You mean this?

Yes.

That exactly.

What we've wondered is, what is it?

What is it?

Well, it's the sign of the Deathly Hallows,
of course.

- The what?
- The what?

The Deathly Hallows.

I assume you're all familiar with
"The Tale of the Three Brothers."

- Yes.
- No.

I have it in here.

"There were once three brothers...

who were traveling along a lonely,
winding road at twilight."

Midnight. Mom always said "midnight."

But "twilight's" fine. Better, actually.

Do you want to read it?

No. It's fine.

"There were once three brothers..."

who were traveling along a lonely,
winding road at twilight.

In time, the brothers reached a river
too treacherous to pass.

But being learned in the magical arts...

the three brothers simply
waved their wands and made a bridge.

Before they could cross, however...

they found their path blocked
by a hooded figure.

It was Death, and he felt cheated.

Cheated because travelers would
normally drown in the river.

But Death was cunning.

He pretended to congratulate
the three brothers on their magic...

and said that each had earned a prize for
having been clever enough to evade him.

The oldest asked for a wand
more powerful than any in existence.

So Death fashioned him one
from an elder tree that stood nearby.

The second brother decided he wanted
to humiliate Death even further...

and asked for the power
to recall loved ones from the grave.

So Death plucked a stone from the river
and offered it to him.

Finally,
Death turned to the third brother.

A humble man...

he asked for something that would
allow him to go forth from that place...

without being followed by Death.

And so it was that Death reluctantly
handed over his own Cloak of invisibility.

The first brother traveled
to a distant village...

where, with the Elder Wand in hand...

he killed a wizard
with whom he had once quarreled.

Drunk with the power
that the Elder Wand had given him...

he bragged of his invincibility.

But that night,
another wizard stole the wand...

and slit the brother's throat
for good measure.

And so Death took the first brother
for his own.

The second brother journeyed
to his home...

where he took the stone
and turned it thrice in hand.

To his delight, the girl he'd once hoped
to marry before her untimely death...

appeared before him.

Yet, soon she turned sad and cold
for she did not belong in the mortal world.

Driven mad with hopeless longing...

the second brother killed himself
so as to join her.

And so Death took the second brother.

As for the third brother...

Death searched for many years
but was never able to find him.

Only when he attained a great age
did the youngest brother...

shed the Cloak of invisibility
and give it to his son.

He then greeted Death as an old friend
and went with him gladly...

"...departing this life as equals."

So there you are.
Those are the Deathly Hallows.

I'm sorry, sir.
I still don't quite understand.

Where's that pen I had?

The Elder Wand.

The most powerful wand ever made.

The Resurrection Stone.

The Cloak of invisibility.

Together, they make the Deathly Hallows.

Together, they make one
master of Death.

That mark was on a grave
in Godric's Hollow.

Uh, Mr. Lovegood,
does the Peverell Family...

have anything to do
with the Deathly Hallows?

Uh... Uh...

Ignotus... Excuse me... And his brothers,
Cadmus and Antioch...

are thought to be the original owners
of the Hallows...

and therefore the inspiration
for the story. Uh... Uh...

But your tea's gone cold.

I'll be right back.

Let's go down here.

Let's get out of here.

I'm not drinking any more of that stuff,
hot or cold.

Thank you, sir.

- You forgot the water.
- Water?

For the tea.

Did...? Did I?

How silly of me.

It's no matter.
We really should be going anyway.

No, you can't!

Sir?

You're my only hope.

They were angry, you see,
about what I'd been writing.

So they took her.

They took my Luna.

My Luna.

But it's really you they want.

Who took her, sir?

Voldemort.

Stop! I've got him!

That treacherous little bleeder.
Is there no one we can trust?

They kidnapped her
because he supported me.

He was just desperate.

I'll do the enchantments.

Hello, beautiful.

Well, don't hang about, snatch them.

Harry.

Tell me, Grindelwald.
Tell me where it is.

Grindelwald. Grindelwald. Grindelwald.

Hello, Tom.
I knew you would come one day...

but surely you must know
I no longer have what you seek.

Tell me, Grindelwald.
Tell me where it is.

Ha-ha-ha.

Tell me who possesses it.

The Elder Wand lies with him,
of course...

buried in the earth.

Dumbledore.

The Hallows exist...

but he's only after one of them,
the last one. He knows where it is.

He's gonna have it by the end of the night.
You-Know-Who's found the Elder Wand.

- Don't touch her. Unh!
- Leave him.

Your boyfriend will get worse than that...

Get off me.

If he doesn't learn to behave himself.

What happened to you, ugly?

No, not you.

- What's your name?
- Dudley. Vernon Dudley.

Check it.

And you, my lovely...

what do they call you?

Penelope Clearwater, half-blood.

There's no Vernon Dudley on here.

Did you hear that, ugly?
The list says you're lying.

How come you don't want us
to know who you are?

The list's wrong. I told you who I am.

Change of plan.

We're not taking this lot to the Ministry.

Get Draco.

Well?

- I can't be sure.
- Draco. Look closely, son.

If we are the ones
to hand Potter over to the Dark Lord...

everything would be forgiven.
All would be as it was, you understand?

Now, we won't be forgetting who
actually caught him, I hope, Mr. Malfoy.

You dare to
talk to me like that in my own house?

Lucius.

Don't be shy, sweetie. Come over.

Now, if this isn't who we think it is,
Draco, and we call him, he'll kill us all.

We need to be absolutely sure.

What's wrong with his face?

Yes, what is wrong with his face?

He came to us like that.

Something he picked up in the forest,
I reckon.

Or ran into a Stinging Jinx.
Was it you, dearie?

Give me her wand.
We'll see what her last spell was.

Ah.

Got you.

What is that?

Where'd you get that from?

It was in her bag when we searched her.
Reckon it's mine now.

Are you mad?

Go! Get out!

Cissy, put the boys in the cellar.

I want to have a little conversation
with this one, girl-to-girl.

What are we gonna do?
We can't leave Hermione alone with her.

Ron?

Harry?

Luna?

That sword is meant to be in my vault
at Gringotts. How did you get it?

What else did you and your friends take
from my vault?!

I didn't take anything. Please.
I didn't take anything.

I don't believe it.

We have to do something.

There's no way out of here.
We've tried everything. It's enchanted.

- Please! Please!
- Shut up!

You're bleeding, Harry.

That's a curious thing
to keep in your sock.

Help us.

- Let her go.
- Shut up. Get back.

You, goblin, come with me.

- Aah!
- Dobby?

What are you doing here?

Dobby has come to rescue
Harry Potter, of course.

Dobby will always be there
for Harry Potter.

You can Apparate in and out of this room?
Could you take us with you?

Of course, sir. I'm an elf.

Works for me.

Dobby, I want you to take Luna
and Mr. Ollivander...

Shell Cottage
on the outskirts of Tinworth.

Trust me.

Whenever you're ready, sir.

Sir? I like her very much.

Meet me at the top of the stairs
in 10 seconds.

Ow.

Who gets his wand?

I'm only going to
ask you once more, goblin.

Think very, very carefully
before you answer.

I don't know.

You don't know?
Why weren't you doing your job?

Who got into my vault?

Who stole it? Who stole it? Well?

When I was last in your vault,
the sword was there.

Oh, well, then perhaps
it just walked out on its own then.

There is no place safer than Gringotts.

Liar!

Consider yourself lucky, goblin.

The same won't be said for this one.

Like hell.

Expelliarmus!

Stupefy.

Stop!

Drop your wands.

I said, drop them!

Pick them up, Draco, now.

Well, well, well...

look what we have here.

It's Harry Potter.

He's all bright and shiny and new again,
just in time for the Dark Lord.

Call him.

Stupefy!

Stupid elf.

- You could've killed me.
- Dobby never meant to kill.

Dobby only meant to maim
or seriously injure.

How dare you take a witch's wand?

How dare you defy your masters?

Dobby has no master.

Dobby is a free elf.

And Dobby has come
to save Harry Potter and his friends.

Hermione.

You're all right. We're safe.

We're all safe.

Harry Potter.

Dobby.

Dobby. No, just... Hold on.

Hold on. Look, just hold on, okay?

We'll fix you.

Hermione will have something.

In your bag. Hermione?

Hermione?

What is it? Help me.

Such a beautiful place...

to be with friends.

Dobby is happy to be with his friend...

Harry Potter.

We should close his eyes.

Don't you think?

There.

Now he could be sleeping.

I want to bury him.

Properly. Without magic.