All language subtitles for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows P1

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.

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

Because it's not safe for us here
anymore.

That's wonderful, isn't it?

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 nightfall.

I've heard differently in my lawn.

Dolly Theora has let slip that the
porter boy will not be moved until the

of this month.

The day before he turns 17. This is a
false trail.

The Orr 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 then, didn't they?

What say you, Pius?

One hears many things, my lord.

Whether the truth is among them is not
clear.

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.

I'd like to volunteer myself for the
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.

Surely one of you would like the honour.

Hmm?

What about you?

Do I detect Elm? Yes.

And the core?

Dragonheart. Dragonheart.

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

speciality 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.

Nagini

Hello, Harry.

Hello.

You're looking fit.

Yeah, he's absolutely gorgeous.

Let's say we get undercover before
someone murders him.

Evening.

Kinsey, I thought you were looking after
the Prime Minister. You are more

important.

Hello, Harry.

Bill Wheatley. Oh, pleasure to meet you.
Never always this handsome.

Dead ugly.

True enough.

I want also a werewolf named Greyback.

I hope he'll pay the favour one day.

Well, you're still beautiful to me,
William.

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

My husband, the Joker.

By the way, wait till you hear the news.

Right on, right on.

Time for a cosy 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.

The point is, we have to use those means
of transport. The trace can't detect

brooms, pestles 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 you'd take it well.

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

done that before, have I? No.

No, this is different.

We're taking that becoming me. No.

Well, none of us really fancy it, mate.

Yeah, imagine if something went wrong
and we ended up a screwy, specky git

forever.

Everyone here is of age, Potter.

They've all agreed to take the risk.

Technically, I've been coerced.

Mundungus Fleischer, Mr Potter.

Always been a huge admirer. Nip it,
Mundungus!

All right, Granger, what's it got?

Blimey, Hermione!

Straight in the ear, if you please.

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

tastes like goblin piss.

I have lots of experiences with that,
dear Mad -Eye.

Just trying to diffuse the tension.

Wow. We're identical.

Not yet, you're not.

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

Yeah, I don't really fancy this colour.

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

All right, all right.

You 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.

Mundunga, stick tight to me. I want to
keep an eye on you.

That's for Harry. Yes.

The real Harry.

Where the devil are you, anyway?

You 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 sight, Harry.

One.

Hagrid, we have to help the others.

I can't do that, Harry.

Mad -Eye's orders.

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.

I wonder if Tom should have already been
back.

Dad and Fred as well.

There!

Quick!

Into the house!

Oh, my boy.

Doofus! What are you doing?

What creature sat in the corner the
first time Harry Potter visited my

Hogwarts? What creature?

Grendelow.

We've been betrayed.

Voldemort knew you were being moved
tonight.

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

Wait!

The last words.

Albus Dumbledore spoke to the pair of
us.

Harry is the best hope we have.

Trap 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.

Who the hell's back?

Where's George?

How are you feeling, Georgie?

Saint -like.

Come again?

Saint -like.

I'm holy.

I'm holy, Fred.

Get it?

The whole wide world of irrelated humour
and you go for I'm holy.

That's pathetic.

I reckon I'm still better looking than
you.

Maddow is dead.

Mondungus took one look at Voldemort
and... ...disapparated.

It could be hidden anywhere, couldn't
it? It could rip the soul into seven

pieces. It did destroy each hawk.

It destroys Voldemort.

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. I'll leave Hermione.

You're 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.

You'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 only be doing him a favour.

Do you think he knows?

I mean, there are bits of his soul,
these Horcruxes.

Bits of him.

And when Dumbledore destroyed the ring,
you destroyed Tomlin's diary, he must

have felt something.

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

Where are they?

Where do we start?

Sit 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 All together now one

two three

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. Paul.

Herein is set forth the last will and
testament of Albert Percival

Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

First, to Ronald Billius 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.

All this is 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.

Mummy's serving me those.

The Wizard and the Hopping Pot, Babbity
Rabbity and the Cackling Stump.

Come on.

Babbity Rabbity?

What?

To Harry James Porton.

I leave the snitch he caught in his
first Quidditch match at Hogwarts as a

reminder of the rewards of perseverance.

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 most needed it in
the Chamber of Secrets. The sword may

present itself to any worthy Gryffindor,
Miss Granger. 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

own.

He's too strong.

Hello, Harry.

I've interrupted a deep thought, haven't
I?

I can see it growing smaller in your
eye. Of course not. How are you, Luna?

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 now, Mr. Potter, that we at
the Quibbler and like those toadies at

the Daily Prophet fully supported
Dumbledore in his lifetime and in his

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 think that.

Harry Potter.

Excuse me, sir.

May I sit down? Mr. Potter, by all
means.

Here.

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

You obviously knew Donald 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,

Elphius. 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,
Alpheus.

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.

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

peek into that old bird's rattled cage.
Godric's Hollow?

Bethilda Badger lives at Godric's
Hollow.

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. 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 are coming.

Nice meeting you, Mr. Robert.

here with Mum and Dad.

I don't know why I thought that just
popped into my head.

This way.

I need to change.

Another ruddy.

Undetectable extension charm.

You're amazing, you are.

Always a total surprise.

That'll be the books.

What about all the people at the
wedding?

Do you think we should go back? They're
after you, mate.

We'd put everyone in danger by going
back.

One's right.

Coffee?

A cappuccino, please.

You?

What she said.

Sign.

So where do we go from here?

Leaky cauldron.

Too dangerous.

If Thelma really had taken over the
ministry and taken over your place,

safe.

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

Come on, rock that 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
favourite.

Lock the door and get the light.

This one's name's Raoul.

He was on the astronomy tower the night
Snape killed Dumbledore.

This is Dollerhoff.

I recognise him from the Wanda posters.

So what are we going to do with you, eh?

Kill us if it was turnaround, wouldn't
you?

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

Ron.

Suppose you did Mad -Eye.

How would you feel then?

It's better we wipe their memories.

You're the boss.

Hermione.

You're the best of spells.

Obliviate.

How is it then you were with her?

Did he still have a trace on you?

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

What?

You didn't celebrate your birthday,
Harry.

Ginny and I, we prepared a cake.

We're going to bring it out at the end
of the wedding. Hermione, honestly, I

appreciate the thought, but really,
given the fact that we were almost

a couple of death eaters a few minutes
ago... Right.

Perspective. Ready to go.

What was that all about?

Probably Madhav's idea.

In case Snape decided to come snooping.

Are men in Revelio?

We're alone.

a different one would work I swear there
must be another way

Lovely.

Regulus Arcturus Black.

R .A .B.

And 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.

Christmas, did he actually enjoy the
real Horcrux?

Been watching.

Maybe he knows where the real locket is.

You ever seen this before?

Creature?

It's Master Regulus's locket. But there
were two, weren't there?

Where's the other one?

Creature doesn't know where the other
locket is.

Yes, but did you ever see it?

Was it in this house?

Answer her.

Yes.

It was here.

In this house.

The most evil object.

How do you mean?

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 that creature?

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 the temple of tolerance to
its former glory.

Therefore, beginning today, each
employee will submit themselves

for evaluation.

But know this, you have nothing to fear
if you have nothing to hide.

They have flesh memories.

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

The Dumbledore had hidden something
inside it.

Harry Potter!

So long, it's me!

Get off me!

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

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

And then Dobby saw creature...

Talking with the thief. I'm not a thief.

You foul little kid.

I'm a fire of prayer and wondrous
objects.

You're a thief, don't everyone know
that?

Master Weasley, so good to see you
again. Listen,

I panicked that night, all right?

Can I help it? Man, I fell off his
broom.

Tell the truth. When you turned this
place over, don't deny it, you found a

locket, am I right?

Why?

Was it valuable?

He still got it.

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 aide comes up

and asks to see me licence.

Says she don't mind I lock me up.

And would have done too.

She only took the fancy to that locket.

Who was he?

The witch, do you know? No.

What's she there?

Look.

Leave the 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... It gets really tricky.

Correct.

This is completely mental.

Completely? The world's mental.

Come on.

We've got whole cracks to find.

We flush ourselves in.

That's bloody disgusting.

You come what

rightful

place Tell you starting

to freak out a bit How long did you say
this Polytris would

laugh to my knee.

I didn't.

Captain Moore.

It's still raining inside my office.

It's two days now.

We tried an umbrella.

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

Downstairs? To interrogate your wife.

And my wife's blood status ran out.

And the head of the Department of
Magical Law Enforcement needed a job

I think I may just make that a priority.

You have one hour.

Oh, my God.

What am I going to do?

My wife's all alone downstairs.

Ron, you don't have a wife.

Oh, right. Level two.

But how do I stop it raining?

Try Finny Payton Cantartum.

This is you, Ron.

Finny Payton Cantartum.

And if that doesn't work...

I

say, if we don't locate Humblefoot in
the hour, we go find Ron and come back

another day.

Deal?

Ah, Mathilda.

Travis sent you, did he?

Good. We'll go straight down.

Albert, aren't you getting out?

Uncle?

I feel lucky.

Let's get back to work, please.

Calm down.

Roncorn.

Morning.

Ron.

It's me.

Harry.

Blimey. I forgot what you looked like.

Where's Hermione?

She's gone down to the courtrooms with
Humphrey.

Bloody cold down here.

I'm half -blood.

My father, his father was a wizard.

William Alderton.

He worked here for 30 years. Perhaps you
know him. Always wore his jacket

inside.

There was a bit of a mistake.

I'm half -blood, you see. I'm half
-blood.

Elizabeth Cattermole? Yes. Of 27
Chislehurst Gardens, Great Tolling,

Yes. It's here. Mother to Maisie, Ellie
and Alfred?

Wife to Reginald?

Thank you, Albert.

Mary Elizabeth Cattermole?

Yes.

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

Cattermole. Is this that wand?

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

I didn't take it.

I got it. Diagon Alley.

At Ollivander's when I was eleven.

It chose me.

You're lying.

Wands only choose witches and you are
not a witch.

But I am.

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 will be fun to tell 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.

Harry Potter!

It's Harry!

Harry Potter!

It's a bottle labelled Essence of
Dittany.

Quickly!

Actio Dittany.

All right.

Unstop it.

Hermione is home.

I know. Just do it.

It's going to sting a little bit.

What happened?

I thought we went to be going back to
Grimmauld Place. We were, we were.

All right, one more, one more.

We were there, we were there, but... He
actually had hold of me and...

Protego totalum.

Salvia 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?

Propeller muggle tent.

You first.

Incendium.

Hope.

Defender!

Reducto!

What's he 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

to destroy them.

Doesn't that bother you?

It was stolen from me. Who was he?

The thief.

It was a boy.

It was he who took it.

And I saw it there.

I swear on my life.

I believe you.

You can't keep letting him in, Harry.

You know who has found Gregorovitch?

The one -maker.

He wants something that Gregorovitch
used to have.

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. It sets my teeth
on edge.

What's he expecting to hear? Good news.

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

How long before he can travel?

I'm doing everything I can. You're not
doing enough.

Take it off.

I said take it off now.

Better? Right.

We'll take it in turns, okay?

What's that?

What's that smell?

What are you doing?

Snatchers. Good to know your
enchantments work.

You can smell it.

My perfume.

I told you.

Ron, it isn't strong enough to apparate.

Well, then, I'll go on foot.

These

are

confirmed.

Thankfully, the list is short today.

Jason and Allison Denbright.

Oh, thank you. Bella, Jake, Charlie, and
Madge Farley.

Joe Laurie.

Eleanor Sarah Ginn.

Harry Medbrock.

Ronald and Ellie Dunn.

Georgia Clark Day.

Joshua Flexer.

You don't know what he's doing, do you?

None of us do.

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 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 a sword of Gryffindor.

Its blade is impregnated with Basilisk
venom.

It only takes in that which makes it
stronger.

Exactly, which is why... It 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

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 just
because now there's another damn thing

we've got to find. I thought you knew
what you signed up for.

Yeah, I thought I did too.

Well, 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 going to be
staying in a five -star hotel, finding a

Horcrux every other day?

You thought you'd be back with your mum
by Christmas.

I just thought, after all this time, we
would have actually achieved something.

I thought you knew what you were doing.
I thought Dumbledore would have told you

something worthwhile.

I thought you had a plan. I told you
everything Dumbledore told me. And in

you haven't noticed, we have found a
Horcrux already.

Yeah, and we're about as close to
getting rid of it as we are to finding

rest of them, aren't we?

You'd be saying any of this if you
hadn't been worrying it all day. Do you

why I listen to that radio every night,
dear?

To make sure I don't hear Ginny's name.

Or Fred.

Or George. Or Mum. You think I'm not
listening too?

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!

Riley, go!

And you?

Are you coming or are you staying?

Fine.

I get it.

I saw you two the other night.

Salvio Lectio.

We're happy more, we're having fun. The
train ain't even left the

station. Wait for me. I once was blind
and now

I see.

Have you left the seat for me?

Is that such a stretch of the
imagination?

Wait for me. We're having change.

I'm hanging in there. Don't you feel
this process of elimination?

Between that ghost of a kingdom where
we're happy more.

Hermione. Hermione, you were right.

Snitches have flesh memories, but I
didn't catch the first snitch with my

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?

Hermione, I've been thinking.

I want to go to Godric's Hollow.

You know, 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?

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 falling into 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 have used
Polyjuice Potion.

No.

This is where I was born.

I'm not returning as someone else.

Harry,

I think it's Christmas Eve.

Listen.

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

My mum and dad?

Yeah, I think they would.

Ignotus Peverell.

Hey, Harry?

Merry Christmas, Hermione.

Merry Christmas, Harry.

Harry, there's someone watching us.

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?

Help, let me do that.

Special, who is this man?

Are you feeling better?

You've outdone yourself this time,
Hermione.

The Forest of Dean.

I came here once with Mum and Dad.

Years ago.

This is how I remember it.

The trees, the river.

Everything.

Like nothing's changed.

Not true, of course. Everything's
changed.

If my parents were back here now, they
probably wouldn't recognise 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.

Gallant Grindelwald.

The Deep I saw in Gagorovitch'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 ones are
different. It's done.

Leave me yours.

Go inside and get warm.

I'll take the locket as well.

Who was it?

I hear thought.

Defendant.

Hermione, are you mental?

It was you.

Well, yeah.

A bit obvious, I think.

And you cast the dough as well, did you?

No, I thought that was you.

No, my patronus is a stag.

Right, yeah.

That was... OK, Ron.

Do it.

I can't handle it.

Nothing 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.

One.

Two.

Three.

I have

seen your heart.

And it is mine.

I have seen your dreams.

Least loved by your mother who craved a
daughter.

Least loved by the girl who prefers your
friend.

Run!

We

were better

without you.

Happier without you.

Who could look at you as Harry Potter?

What are you, compared with a chosen
one?

Roddick's lying!

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

What woman would take you?

You are nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Compared to him.

I'm so used to going.

Hermione!

Hermione!

Is everything alright?

It's fine.

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

Hey.

Ronald Wigley!

You show up here after weeks and you
say, hey!

Where's my wand, Harry?

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

Harry Potter, you 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 hall
crux. 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 going to take me where
I needed to go.

So I disapparated.

I came to this hillside.

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

Just hoped that one of you would show
yourself.

And you did.

I've always liked these flames from
Mighty Mates.

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

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

She'll come round.

It's true.

Every word.

This is going to sound crazy, but I
think that's why Dumbledore left it to

The Deluminator.

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

me.

Bloody hell, I just realised.

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.

I took it off a snatcher a couple of
weeks ago.

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

Nickon was definitely part of it all,
the smell of him.

And Gordon... What are you doing?

What's going on in there?

Nothing, thanks.

We used to talk.

Yeah, all right.

I want to go and 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.

It'd be at all the bars.

In the graveyard in Godric's Hollow.

It was there, too.

Where? Outside Gregorovitch's wand shop.

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.

Thousand paver.

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's Luna?

Luna?

She'll be along.

So, how can I help you, Mr. Potter?

Well, actually, it was about the thing
you were wearing around your neck at the

wedding. It was 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 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 Mum always said
midnight

Twilight's fine

better actually Do you want to read it

There were once three brothers

who were travelling 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 travellers would
normally drown in the river, but Death

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

place without being followed by Death.

and so it was that Death reluctantly
handed over his own cloak of

The First Brother travelled to a distant
village, where, with the Elder Wand in

hand, he killed a wizard with whom he
had once quarrelled.

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

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.

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 the grave in Godric's
Hollow.

Mr.

Lovegood, does the Peverell family have
anything to do with the Deathly Hallows?

Ignatius, 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.

But your tea's gone cold.

I'll be right back.

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.

What? For the tea.

Did I?

How silly of me.

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

No!

My own home.

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

For it's really you they want.

Who took us up?

Voldemort.

I got him!

Trish, 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.

Don't hang about.

Snatch him!

one day, but surely you must know no
longer half what you see.

Tell me, Grindelwald, tell me where it
is.

Tell me who possesses it.

The Elder Wand lies with him caught,
buried in the earth.

Dumbledore.

The Hallows exist, but he's only after
one of them, the last one. He knows

it is.

He's going to have it by the end of the
night. You know who's found the Elder

Wand.

Don't touch her!

Your boyfriend will get much worse than
that 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?

Phthalopy Clearwater.

Half -blood.

There's no Vernon Dudley on here.

Do you hear that, Ugly?

This is your line.

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

It's wrong. I told you who I am.

Change of plan.

We're not taking this lot to the
Ministry.

Can't be sure. Look closely, sir.

If we are the ones to hand Potter over
to the Dark Lord, everything will be

forgiven. What will 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?

He'll kill us all.

We need to be absolutely sure.

What's wrong with his face? Yeah, what
is wrong with his face?

He came to us like that. Something he
picked up in the forest, I reckon.

Ran into a dinging jing.

What are you doing?

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

Got you.

It was in her bag when we searched her.

Reckon it's mine now.

Are you mad?

do something. There's no way out of
here. We've tried everything.

It's enchanted.

You're breathing hard.

It's a curious thing to keep in your
thoughts.

Goblin, come with me.

Dobby?

What are you doing here? Dobby's come to
rescue Harry Potter, of course.

Dobby will always be there for Harry
Potter.

Are you saying you can operate in and
out of this room?

Could you take us with you?

Of course, sir. I'm an elf.

Looks for me.

Right, Dobby, I want you to take Luna
and Mr. Ollivander. Sure, of course. You

don't have to go up to Timoth.

Trust me.

Whenever you're ready, sir.

Sir, I like her very much.

Meet me at the top of the stairs.

In ten seconds.

Who

gets

his wand?

Tell my folk!

Who stole it?

Who stole it?

Will? When I was lost in your fault, the
sword was there.

The same won't be said for this one.

Like hell.

There they are, mate!

They're behind!

Stop!

Drop your weapons.

I said drop them!

Call him.

Stupid elf!

You could have killed me!

Dobby never meant to kill.

Dobby only meant to maim or seriously
injure.

There! You take away his wand!

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, hold on.

Hold on, okay?

We'll fix it.

Hermione, I have something in your bag.

Hermione?

Hermione?

Help me!

Such a beautiful place.

Toby is happy to be with his friend.

We should close his eyes.

Don't you think?

There.

Now he could be sleeping.

I want to bury him, properly, without
magic.

Thank you.