Original subtitles

[♪♪♪]

WOMAN:

I killed Sirius Black!

[WOMAN CACKLES]

- MAN: - He's back.

[MAN YELLS]

[♪♪♪]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[CHATTERING]

[METAL SQUEAKING]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

MAN [ON RADIO]:

with the investigation

The police are continuing

- into the cause of - the Millennium Bridge disaster.

Traffic has been halted

as police search for survivors.

- The surrounding area - remains closed.

The mayor has urged Londoners

to remain calm....

"Harry Potter."

Who's Harry Potter?

Oh, no one.

Bit of a tosser, really.

Funny, that paper of yours.

Couple nights ago, I could've

sworn I saw a picture move.

Really?

Thought I was going

around the twist.

Hey, I was wondering...

Eleven. That's when I get off.

You can tell me all about

that tosser Harry Potter.

[♪♪♪]

DUMBLEDORE:

this summer, Harry.

You've been reckless

HARRY:

I like riding around on trains.

Takes my mind off things.

Rather unpleasant

to behold, isn't it?

The tale is thrilling,

if I say so myself.

But now is not

the time to tell it.

Take my arm.

Do as I say.

I just Apparated, didn't I?

Indeed. Quite successfully too,

I might add.

Most people vomit

the first time.

I can't imagine why.

DUMBLEDORE:

of Budleigh Babberton.

Welcome to the charming village

- Harry, I assume, - right about now,

you must be wondering

why I brought you here.

Am I right?

- Actually, sir, - after all these years,

I just sort of go with it.

Wands out, Harry.

[♪♪♪]

- [WHISPERING] - Horace?

Horace?

Merlin's beard.

No need to disfigure me,

Albus.

Well, I must say you make a very

convincing armchair, Horace.

It's all in the upholstery.

I come by the stuffing

naturally. What gave me away?

Dragon's blood.

Oh.

- DUMBLEDORE: - Oh, yes, introductions.

Harry, I'd like you to meet an

old friend and colleague of mine

Horace Slughorn.

Horace,

well, you know

who this is.

SLUGHORN:

Harry Potter.

[CHUCKLES]

- DUMBLEDORE: - What's with all the theatrics,

Horace?

You weren't, by any chance,

waiting for someone else?

Someone else? I'm sure

I don't know what you mean.

- All right, - the Death Eaters have been

- trying to recruit me - for over a year.

Do you know what that's like?

- You can only say no - so many times,

so I never stay anywhere

more than a week.

Muggles who own this place

are in the Canary Islands.

- Well, I think - we should put it back

in order for them,

don't you? Mind.

[PIANO KEYS CLINKING]

[♪♪♪]

[SQUEAKING]

That was fun.

Do you mind if I use the loo?

Don't think I don't know

why you're here, Albus.

The answer's still no.

Absolutely

and unequivocally, no.

You're very like your father.

- Except for the eyes. - You have your...

My mother's eyes. Yeah.

Lily. Lovely Lily. She was

exceedingly bright, your mother.

Even more impressive when one

considers she was Muggle-born.

One of my best friends is

Muggle-born. Best in our year.

- Please don't think - I'm prejudiced. No, no.

Your mother was one

of my absolute favorites.

Look, there she is.

Right at the front.

All mine.

Each and every one.

Ex-students, I mean.

You recognize Barnabas Cuffe,

editor of The Daily Prophet.

Always takes my owl,

should I wish to register

an opinion on the news

of the day.

Gwenog Jones,

captain of the Holyhead Harpies.

Free tickets

whenever I want them.

Of course, I haven't been

to a match in some time.

Ah, yes.

Regulus Black.

- You no doubt know - of his older brother Sirius.

Died a few weeks ago.

I taught the whole Black family,

except Sirius.

It's a shame. Talented boy.

I got Regulus

when he came along, of course,

but I'd have liked the set.

- DUMBLEDORE: - Horace?

Do you mind if I take this?

I do love knitting patterns.

- Yes, of course. - But you're not leaving?

Oh, I think I know a lost cause

when I see one. Regrettable.

I would have considered it

a great personal triumph

had you consented to return

to Hogwarts. Oh, well.

You're like my friend

Mr. Potter here, one of a kind.

Well, bye-bye, Horace.

Bye.

All right. I'll do it.

But I want Professor

Merrythought's old office,

not the water closet

I had before.

And I expect a raise.

These are mad times

we live in. Mad.

They are indeed.

[DUMBLEDORE HUMMING]

HARRY:

all that about?

Sir, exactly what was

You are talented,

famous and powerful.

Everything Horace values.

Professor Slughorn is gonna try

to collect you, Harry.

You would be

his crowning jewel.

That's why he's returning

to Hogwarts.

And it's crucial

he should return.

I fear I may have stolen a

wondrous night from you, Harry.

She was, truthfully,

very pretty, the girl.

It's all right, sir.

I'll go back tomorrow,

make some excuse.

Oh, you'll not be returning

to Little Whinging tonight,

Harry.

But, sir, what about Hedwig?

And my trunk?

Both are waiting for you.

[WATER SPLASHES]

[HARRY GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[♪♪♪]

[HEDWIG CHIRPS]

Hedwig.

Mum?

Ginny, what is it?

I was only wondering

when Harry got here.

What? Harry? Harry who?

I think I'd know if Harry Potter

was in my house, wouldn't I?

His trunk's in the kitchen,

and his owl.

- No, dear, - I seriously doubt that.

[HEDWIG CHIRPING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

- RON: - Harry? Did someone say "Harry"?

GINNY:

with you?

Me, nosy. Is he up there

- Of course not. - I'd know if my best friend

was in my room, wouldn't I?

- HERMIONE: - Is that an owl?

- GINNY: - You haven't seen him, have you?

He's wandering about the house.

HERMIONE: Really?

- MOLLY: - Harry!

HERMIONE:

Harry.

Hello.

What a lovely surprise.

[MOLLY LAUGHING]

Why didn't you let us know

you were coming?

I didn't know. Dumbledore.

Oh, that man.

But then, what would we do

without him?

Got a bit of toothpaste.

So when did you get here?

A few days ago.

Though for a while,

I wasn't sure I was coming.

Mum sort of lost it

last week.

Said Ginny and I had no business

going back to Hogwarts.

That it's too dangerous.

Oh, come on.

- Even my parents, - and they're Muggles,

know something bad's happening.

Anyway, Dad stepped in,

told her she was being barmy

and it took a few days,

but she came around.

But this is Hogwarts

we're talking about.

It's Dumbledore.

What could be safer?

There's been a lot of talk

recently that

Dumbledore's got a bit old.

Rubbish. Well, he's only...

What is he?

Hundred and fifty?

Give or take a few years.

[ALL LAUGHING]

[♪♪♪]

BELLATRIX:

He can't be trusted!

Cissy! You can't do this!

- NARCISSA: - The Dark Lord trusts him.

BELLATRIX:

The Dark Lord's mistaken.

[CHILDREN CHATTERING]

[KNOCKING]

SNAPE:

Run along, Wormtail.

I-I know I ought not to be here.

The Dark Lord himself

forbade me to speak of this.

- If the Dark Lord - has forbidden it,

you ought not to speak.

Put it down, Bella.

We mustn't touch

what isn't ours.

As it so happens, I'm aware

of your situation, Narcissa.

- BELLATRIX: - You?

The Dark Lord told you?

Your sister doubts me.

Understandable. Over the years

I've played my part well.

- So well, - I've deceived one

of the greatest wizards

of all time.

[BELLATRIX SNORTS]

Dumbledore is a great wizard.

Only a fool would question it.

I don't doubt you, Severus.

You should be honored, Cissy.

As should Draco.

He's just a boy.

I can't change

the Dark Lord's mind.

But it might be possible

for me to help Draco.

NARCISSA: Severus.

Make the Unbreakable Vow.

It's just empty words.

He'll give it his best effort.

But when it matters most

he'll just slither back

into his hole.

Coward.

Take out your wand.

Will you,

Severus Snape

watch over Draco Malfoy

as he attempts to fulfill

the Dark Lord's wishes?

I will.

And will you,

to the best of your ability

protect him from harm?

I will.

BELLATRIX:

And if Draco should fail...

will you yourself

carry out the deed

the Dark Lord

has ordered Draco to perform?

I will.

[♪♪♪]

[LAUGHTER]

Step up. Step up.

We've got Fainting Fancies.

Nosebleed Nougats!

And just in time for school.

Into the cauldron, handsome.

WOMAN:

I will have order!

I really hate children.

I will have order!

- Peruvian Instant Darkness - Powder.

A real money spinner, that.

Handy if you need

to make a quick getaway.

GEORGE: Hello, ladies.

Love potions, eh?

- Then again, - the way we hear it, sis,

- you're doing just fine - on your own.

Meaning?

- GEORGE: - Are you not currently dating

Dean Thomas?

It's none of your business.

- RON: - How much for this?

Five Galleons.

How much for me?

I'm your brother.

Ten Galleons.

- RON: - Come on, let's go.

Hi, Ron.

Hi.

- HERMIONE: - How are Fred

and George doing it?

Half the Alley's closed down.

RON:

a laugh these days.

Fred reckons people need

HARRY:

I reckon he's right.

HERMIONE:

Oh, no.

Everyone got their wands

from Ollivander's.

Harry?

- Is it me, or do Draco - and Mummy look like two people

who don't want to be followed?

[♪♪♪]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[DOG BARKING]

[BELL RINGING]

- LUNA: - Quibbler.

Quibbler.

He's lovely.

They've been known to sing

on Boxing Day, you know.

Quibbler?

What's a Wrackspurt?

They float in your ears

and make your brain go fuzzy.

Quibbler.

RON:

with that weird-looking cabinet?

So what was Draco doing

And who were all those people?

Don't you see? It was

a ceremony, an initiation.

- Stop it, Harry. - I know where you're going.

It's happened.

He's one of them.

One of what?

- Harry is under - the impression Draco Malfoy

is now a Death Eater.

You're barking.

What would You-Know-Who

want with Malfoy?

Well, then what's he doing

in Borgin and Burkes?

Browsing for furniture?

It's a creepy shop.

He's a creepy bloke.

Look, his father

is a Death Eater.

It only makes sense.

- Besides, Hermione saw it - with her own eyes.

I told you, I don't know

what I saw.

I need some air.

[♪♪♪]

MAN:

to Hogwarts, we'll sort it out.

Don't worry. When we get

[CHATTERING]

- DRACO: - What was that? Blaise?

- BLAISE: - Don't know.

PANSY:

a first-year messing around.

Relax, boys. It's probably just

Come on, Draco. Sit down.

We'll be at Hogwarts soon.

Hogwarts. What a pathetic

excuse for a school.

I'd pitch myself off

the Astronomy Tower

if I had to continue

for another two years.

What's that supposed to mean?

- Let's just say I don't think - you'll see me

- wasting my time - in Charms class next year.

[BLAISE LAUGHS]

Amused, Blaise?

We'll see just who's laughing

in the end.

You two go on.

I wanna check something.

Where's Harry?

He's probably already

on the platform. Come on.

- DRACO: - Didn't Mummy ever tell you

it was rude to eavesdrop,

Potter?

Petrificus Totalus.

Oh, yeah,

she was dead before you could

wipe the drool off your chin.

[GRUNTS]

That's for my father.

Enjoy your ride back to London.

Finite.

[PANTING]

Hello, Harry.

How'd you know where I was?

Wrackspurts.

Your head's full of them.

HARRY:

the carriages, by the way, Luna.

Sorry I made you miss

LUNA:

It was like being with a friend.

That's all right.

Oh, I am your friend, Luna.

That's nice.

Oh, about time. I've been

looking all over for you two.

Right. Names?

Professor Flitwick,

you've known me for five years.

No exceptions, Potter.

Who are those people?

Aurors. For security.

What's this cane here, then?

DRACO:

It's a walking stick.

It's not a cane, you cretin.

FILCH:

be wanting with a...?

And what exactly would you

Could be construed

as an offensive weapon.

It's all right, Mr. Filch.

I can vouch for Mr. Malfoy.

DRACO:

Nice face, Potter.

Would you like me

to fix it for you?

Personally, I think you look

- a bit more devil-may-care - this way

but it's up to you.

Um, well, have you ever

fixed a nose before?

No, but I've done several toes,

and how different

are they, really?

[SCOFFS]

Um. Okay, yeah. Give it a go.

Episkey.

[GROANING]

How do I look?

Exceptionally ordinary.

Brilliant.

[CHATTERING]

RON:

in a minute.

Don't worry. He'll be here

Will you stop eating?

Your best friend is missing.

Oi. Turn around, you lunatic.

- GINNY: - He's covered in blood again.

Why is it he's always

covered in blood?

- Looks like it's - his own this time.

Where have you been?

What happened to your face?

What've I missed?

Sorting Hat urged us all

to be brave and strong

in these troubled times.

Easy for it to say, huh?

It's a hat, isn't it?

DUMBLEDORE:

to you all.

Very best of evenings

Thanks.

First off, let me introduce

the newest member of our staff

Horace Slughorn.

[STUDENTS APPLAUDING]

- Professor Slughorn, - I'm happy to say,

has agreed to resume

his old post as Potions Master.

Meanwhile, the post of

Defense Against the Dark Arts

- will be taken by - Professor Snape.

- STUDENTS: - Snape?

[STUDENTS CLAPPING]

- DUMBLEDORE: - Now, as you know,

- each and every one of you - was searched

upon your arrival here tonight.

And you have the right

to know why.

Once there was a young man,

who, like you,

sat in this very hall,

walked this castle's corridors,

slept under its roof.

He seemed to all the world

a student like any other.

His name?

Tom Riddle.

[MURMURING]

Today, of course,

he's known all over the world

by another name.

Which is why, as I stand

looking out

upon you all tonight

I'm reminded of a sobering fact.

Every day, every hour,

this very minute, perhaps,

dark forces attempt to penetrate

this castle's walls.

But in the end,

their greatest weapon is you.

Just something to think about.

Now, off to bed. Pip-pip.

- RON: - That was cheerful.

History of Magic is upstairs,

ladies, not down.

Mr. Davies. Mr. Davies.

That is the girls' lavatory.

[♪♪♪]

Potter.

Oh, this can't be good.

Enjoying ourselves, are we?

- I had a free period this - morning, professor.

So I noticed.

I would think you would want

to fill it with Potions.

Or is it no longer your ambition

to become an Auror?

- It was, but I was told - I had to get an "Outstanding"

in my O.W.L.

So you did, when Professor Snape

was teaching Potions.

However, Professor Slughorn

is perfectly happy

to accept N.E.W.T.s students

with "Exceeds Expectations."

Brilliant. Um.

- Well, I'll head there - straightaway.

Oh, good, good.

Potter,

take Weasley with you.

He looks far too happy

over there.

- RON: - I don't wanna take Potions.

This is Quidditch trials

coming up. I need to practice.

SLUGHORN:

in the preparation

Attention to detail

is the prerequisite

of all planning.

Ah.

- Harry, my boy, - I was beginning to worry.

We've brought someone

with us, I see.

Ron Weasley, sir.

But I'm dead awful at Potions,

a menace, actually.

I'm just gonna...

- Friend of Harry's - is a friend of mine.

Get your books out.

- I haven't actually got - my book yet,

and nor has Ron.

- Get what you want - from the cupboard.

Now, as I was saying,

- I prepared some concoctions - this morning.

Any ideas what these might be?

Yes, Miss...?

That one there is Veritaserum.

It's a truth-telling serum.

And that would be Polyjuice

Potion.

It's terribly tricky to make.

And this is Amortentia,

the most powerful

love potion in the world.

It's rumored to smell

differently to each person

according to what attracts them.

For example, I smell

freshly mown grass,

and new parchment,

and spearmint toothpaste.

SLUGHORN:

create actual love.

Now, Amortentia doesn't

That would be impossible.

But it does cause a powerful

infatuation or obsession.

And for that reason,

it is probably the most

dangerous potion in this room.

[♪♪♪]

Sir? You haven't told us

what's in that one.

Oh, yes.

What you see before you,

ladies and gentlemen

is a curious little potion

known as Felix Felicis.

But it is more commonly

referred to as...

Liquid luck.

Yes, Miss Granger.

Liquid luck.

Desperately tricky to make,

disastrous should you

get it wrong.

One sip and you will find

that all of your

endeavors succeed.

At least until

the effects wear off.

So this is what I offer

each of you today.

One tiny vial

of liquid luck

to the student who,

in the hour that remains,

manages to brew

an acceptable Draught

of Living Death,

the recipes for which can be

found on page 10 of your books.

I should point out, however,

- only once did a student manage - to brew a potion

of sufficient quality to claim

this prize.

Nevertheless,

good luck to you all.

Let the brewing commence.

[♪♪♪]

How did you do that?

You crush it. Don't cut it.

No. The instructions

specifically say to cut.

No, really.

Merlin's beard.

It is perfect.

So perfect I daresay

one drop would kill us all.

So here we are, then,

as promised.

One vial of Felix Felicis.

Congratulations.

Use it well.

[KNOCKING]

DUMBLEDORE:

Come in.

Ah, Harry, you got my message.

How are you?

I'm fine, sir.

Enjoying your classes?

I know Professor Slughorn

is most impressed with you.

I think he overestimates

my abilities, sir.

Oh, do you?

Definitely.

[DUMBLEDORE CHUCKLES]

What about your activities

outside the classroom?

Sir?

a great deal of time

with Miss Granger.

I can't help wondering if...

Oh, no, no. I mean,

she's brilliant,

and we're friends, but, no.

Forgive me. I was merely

being curious.

But enough chitchat.

You must be wondering

why I summoned you here tonight.

The answer lies here.

What you are looking

at are memories.

In this case, pertaining

to one individual, Voldemort,

or, as he was known then,

Tom Riddle.

This vial contains

the most particular memory

of the day I first met him.

I'd like you to see it,

if you would.

[♪♪♪]

- WOMAN: - I admit some confusion

upon receiving your letter,

Mr. Dumbledore.

- In all the years - Tom's been here,

- he's never once had - a family visitor.

There have been incidents

with the other children.

Nasty things.

Tom, you have a visitor.

How do you do, Tom?

Don't.

- You're the doctor, - aren't you?

No.

I am a professor.

I don't believe you.

She wants me looked at.

They think I'm different.

Well, perhaps they're right.

I'm not mad.

Hogwarts is not a place

for mad people.

Hogwarts is a school.

A school of magic.

You can do things,

can't you, Tom?

Things other children can't.

I can make things move

without touching them.

I can make animals do what

I want without training them.

I can make bad things happen

to people who are mean to me.

I can make them hurt

if I want.

Who are you?

Well, I'm like you, Tom.

I'm different.

Prove it.

- I think there's something - in your wardrobe

trying to get out, Tom.

[♪♪♪]

Thievery is not tolerated

at Hogwarts, Tom.

At Hogwarts, you'll be taught

not only how to use magic,

but how to control it.

You understand me?

I can speak to snakes too.

They find me.

Whisper things.

Is that normal

for someone like me?

Did you know, sir? Then?

Did I know I'd just met

the most dangerous

dark wizard of all time? No.

If I had, I...

Over time,

while here at Hogwarts,

Tom Riddle grew close

to one particular teacher.

Can you guess

who that teacher might be?

- You didn't bring - Professor Slughorn back

- simply to teach Potions, - did you, sir?

No, I did not.

You see, Professor Slughorn

possesses something

I desire very dearly.

- And he will not give it up - easily.

You said Professor Slughorn

would try to collect me.

I did.

Do you want me to let him?

Yes.

[CHIRPING]

[RECORD SKIPPING]

[♪♪♪]

[CHATTERING]

- HARRY: - All right. Um.

Okay, so this morning,

I'm gonna be putting you all

through a few drills

just to assess your strengths.

Quiet. Please.

Shut it!

[CHATTERING STOPS]

Thanks. All right. Um.

Now then, remember, just because

you made the team last year

does not guarantee you

a spot this year. Is that clear?

Good.

[FLY BUZZING]

No hard feelings, Weasley,

all right?

Hard feelings?

- Yeah, I'll be going out - for Keeper as well.

It's nothing personal.

Really? Strapping guy

like you?

You've got more of a Beater's

build, don't you think?

Keepers need to be quick, agile.

[BUZZING STOPS]

Oh, I like my chances.

Say, think you could introduce

me to your friend Granger?

Wouldn't mind, uh,

getting on a first-name basis,

know what I mean?

[♪♪♪]

- MAN 1: - Come on, Weasley!

WOMAN: Come on, Ron!

MAN 3: Go on, Weasley!

- MAN 5: - Go on, Cormac!

[GRUNTING]

WOMAN:

Come on, Ron!

MAN 6:

Come on, Ron.

Come on, Ron.

Confundus.

[CHEERING]

Isn't he brilliant?

I have to admit, I thought

I was gonna miss that last one.

I hope Cormac's

not taking it too hard.

He's got a bit of a thing

for you, Hermione. Cormac.

He's vile.

HARRY:

of this spell? Sectumsempra?

Have you ever heard

No, I haven't.

- And if you had a shred - of self-respect,

you'd hand that book in.

Not bloody likely.

He's top of the class.

- He's even better than you, - Hermione.

Slughorn thinks he's a genius.

What?

I'd like to know whose that

book was. Let's have a look.

No.

Why not?

The binding is fragile.

The binding is fragile?

[♪♪♪]

Who's the Half-Blood Prince?

- That's what - it says right here:

"This book is property

of the Half-Blood Prince."

HERMIONE:

this book,

For weeks you carry around

practically sleep with it

- and yet you have no desire - to find out who he is?

HARRY:

and I don't sleep with it.

I didn't say I wasn't curious,

- RON: - Well, it's true.

- I like a nice chat - before I go to bed.

Now all you do is read

that bloody book.

It's just like being

with Hermione.

HERMIONE:

so I went to...

Well, I was curious,

The library.

And nothing.

I couldn't find a reference

anywhere to a Half-Blood Prince.

- There we go. - That settles it, then.

Filius! I was hoping to find

you in the Three Broomsticks.

Uh, no, emergency choir

practice, I'm afraid, Horace.

Does anyone fancy

a Butterbeer?

A chum of mine

was sledging down Claxby Hill.

We had a very long, homemade,

Norwegian-style sledge.

HARRY:

No, not there. Over here.

No, sit beside me.

Okay.

- MAN: - Something to drink?

- HERMIONE: - Um, three Butterbeers,

and some ginger in mine, please.

[SLUGHORN SPEAKING

[INDISTINCTLY]

Oh, bloody hell.

Slick git.

Honestly, Ronald,

they're only holding hands.

And snogging.

I'd like to leave.

You can't be serious.

That happens to be my sister.

- What if she looked over here - and saw you snogging me?

Would you expect her to leave?

- SLUGHORN: - Hey, my boy.

- Hello, sir. - Wonderful to see you.

And you, and you.

So, what brings you here?

- The Three Broomsticks - and I go way back,

further than I care to admit.

I can remember when

it was One Broomstick.

[LAUGHING]

All hands on deck, Granger.

Listen, my boy,

in the old days

I used to throw together

the occasional supper party

for the select student or two.

Would you be game?

I'd consider it an honor, sir.

- You would be welcome too, - Granger.

I'd be delighted, sir.

Splendid. Look for my owl.

Good to see you, Wallenby.

What are you playing at?

Dumbledore's asked me

to get to know him.

Get to know him?

It must be important.

If it wasn't,

Dumbledore wouldn't ask.

Got a little bit...

LEANNE:

what it could be.

Katie, you don't know

RON [WHISPERING]: Harry.

RON:

was saying back at the pub

Did you hear what she

about me and her snogging?

As if.

[LEANNE SCREAMS]

I warned her.

I warned her not to touch it.

[ROARING]

Don't get any closer.

Get back, all of you.

Now, now, now, now.

Do not touch that,

except by the wrappings.

Do you understand?

You're sure Katie did not

have this in her possession

when she entered

the Three Broomsticks?

It's like I said.

She left to go to the loo,

and when she came back

she had the package.

She said it was important

that she deliver it.

Did she say to whom?

To Professor Dumbledore.

Very well. Thank you, Leanne.

You may go.

Why is it when something happens

it is always you three?

Believe me, professor,

I've been asking myself

the same question for six years.

Oh, Severus.

[SHRIEKING, CLAMORING]

What do you think?

I think Miss Bell

is lucky to be alive.

She was cursed, wasn't she?

I know Katie,

off the Quidditch pitch,

she wouldn't hurt a fly.

If she was delivering that

to Professor Dumbledore,

she wasn't doing it knowingly.

Yes, she was cursed.

It was Malfoy.

That is a very serious

accusation, Potter.

Indeed.

Your evidence?

I just know.

You just...

know.

- You astonish with your gifts, - Potter.

Gifts mere mortals

can only dream of possessing.

How grand it must be

to be the Chosen One.

I suggest you go back

to your dormitories.

All of you.

RON:

sees in her? Ginny?

What do you suppose Dean

Well, what does she see in him?

Dean? He's brilliant.

You called him a slick git

not five hours ago.

- Yeah, well, - he was running his hands

- all over my sister, - wasn't he?

Something snaps, and you've

gotta hate him, you know?

On principle.

I suppose.

So, what is it he sees in her?

She's smart, funny.

Attractive.

You know, she's got nice skin.

You're saying Dean's

dating my sister

because of her skin?

I'm just... I'm saying it could

be a contributing factor.

Hermione's got nice skin.

Wouldn't you say?

As skin goes, I mean.

I've never really

thought about it...

but, I suppose, yeah.

Very nice.

- I think I'll be going - to sleep now.

Right. Yeah.

- SLUGHORN: - So tell me, Cormac,

do you see anything of your

Uncle Tiberius these days?

CORMAC:

I'm meant to go hunting with him

Yes, sir. In fact,

and the Minister of Magic

over the holidays.

Well, be sure to give

them both my best.

What about your uncle, Belby?

For those who don't know,

Marcus' uncle invented

the Wolfsbane Potion.

Is he working on anything new?

Him and Dad don't get on.

Probably because me dad

says potions are rubbish.

Says the only potion

worth having

- is a stiff one - at the end of the day.

What about you, Miss Granger?

- What exactly does your family - do in the Muggle world?

My parents are dentists.

They tend to people's teeth.

Fascinating.

And is that considered

a dangerous profession?

No.

Although, one boy,

Robbie Fenwick,

did bite my father once.

He needed 10 stitches.

[DOOR OPENS]

Ah. Miss Weasley.

Come in, come in.

[DOOR SHUTS]

HERMIONE [WHISPERING]:

Look at her eyes.

They've been fighting again,

her and Dean.

Sorry. I'm not usually late.

No matter.

You're just in time for dessert,

- that is, if Belby's - left you any.

[LAUGHS]

- HARRY: - What?

Nothing.

SLUGHORN:

Goodbye. Bye-bye.

Potter.

I'm sorry, sir.

I was just admiring

your hourglass.

Ah, yes.

A most intriguing object.

The sand runs in accordance

with the quality

of the conversation.

If it is stimulating,

the sand runs slowly.

If it is not...

Nonsense. You have nothing

to fear, dear boy.

As to some of your classmates,

well, let's just say they're

unlikely to make the shelf.

The shelf, sir?

Anyone who aspires to be anyone

hopes to end up here.

But then again, you already

are someone, aren't you, Harry?

Did Voldemort ever

make the shelf, sir?

You knew him, didn't you,

sir, Tom Riddle?

You were his teacher.

Mr. Riddle had

a number of teachers

whilst here at Hogwarts.

What was he like?

I'm sorry, sir.

Forgive me.

He killed my parents.

Of course.

It's only natural you

should want to know more,

but I'm afraid I must

disappoint you, Harry.

When I first met

- young Mr. Riddle, - he was a quiet,

albeit brilliant, boy committed

to becoming a first-rate wizard.

Not unlike others I've known.

Not unlike yourself, in fact.

If the monster existed

it was buried deep within.

Good luck, eh, Ron?

BOY 1: Nice hat!

I'm counting on you, Ron.

- I have two Galleons - on Gryffindor, yeah?

GIRL: Looking good, Ron.

What's he wearing?

RON:

So how was it, then?

How was what?

Your dinner party?

Pretty boring, actually.

Though I think Harry

enjoyed dessert.

Slughorn's having

a Christmas do, you know.

- And we're meant - to bring someone.

- I expect you'll - be bringing McLaggen.

He's in the Slug Club, isn't he?

Actually, I was going

to ask you.

Really?

Good luck today, Ron.

I know you'll be brilliant.

I'm resigning.

After today's match,

McLaggen can have my spot.

- HARRY: - Have it your way.

Juice?

Hello, everyone.

You look dreadful, Ron.

Is that why you put

something in his cup?

Is it a tonic?

- HERMIONE: - Liquid luck.

Don't drink it, Ron.

You could be expelled for that.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Come on, Harry.

We've got a game to win.

[♪♪♪]

[CROWD CHEERING]

Yes!

BOY:

Go on, Ron! Do it!

[CROWD CHEERING]

CROWD [CHANTING]:

Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!

Yes!

Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!

Whoo!

Yes. Whoo!

Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!

Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!

- You really shouldn't - have done it.

I know. I suppose I could have

just used a Confundus Charm.

That was different.

That was tryouts.

This was an actual game.

You didn't put it in.

Ron only thought you did.

[CROWD CHEERING]

[HERMIONE SNIFFLING]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Charms spell.

I'm just practicing.

Well, they're really good.

How does it feel, Harry...

when you see Dean with Ginny?

Oh, um...

I know.

I see the way you look at her.

You're my best friend.

[LAVENDER LAUGHING]

Oops.

I think this room's taken.

What's with the birds?

Oppugno.

[SOBBING]

It feels like this.

Look, I can't help it if she's

got her knickers in a twist.

What Lav and I have, well,

let's just say,

there's no stopping it.

It's chemical.

Will it last? Who knows?

Point is, I'm a free agent.

HERMIONE:

to kiss whoever he likes.

He's at perfect liberty

I really couldn't care less.

Was I under the impression

he and I would be attending

- Slughorn's Christmas - party together?

Yes.

Now, given the circumstances,

I've had to make

other arrangements.

Have you?

Yes. Why?

I just thought,

seeing as neither of us

- can go with who - we'd really like to,

we should go together,

as friends.

Why didn't I think of that?

Who are you going with?

Um, it's a surprise.

- Anyway, it's you we've - got to worry about.

You can't just take anyone.

See that girl over there?

That's Romilda Vane.

Apparently she's trying

to smuggle you a love potion.

Really?

- Hey! - She's only interested in you

- because she thinks - you're the Chosen One.

But I am the Chosen One.

Okay, sorry. Um, kidding.

I'll ask someone I like.

Someone cool.

LUNA:

part of the castle.

I've never been to this

At least not while awake.

I sleepwalk, you see.

That's why I wear shoes to bed.

Harmonia Nectere Passus.

Harmonia Nectere Passus.

Harmonia Nectere Passus.

[FLASHBULB WHINES]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

Drink?

Neville.

I didn't get into the Slug Club.

It's okay, though.

- He's got Belby handing - out towels in the loo.

Oh, well, I'm fine, mate.

Thanks.

Excuse me?

Tartare?

[FLASHBULB WHINES]

Hermione. What are you doing?

And what happened to you?

No, I've just escaped.

I mean, I left Cormac

under the mistletoe.

Cormac?

That's who you invited?

I thought it would

annoy Ron the most.

SLUGHORN:

I'll catch up with you later.

Thank you very much.

He's got more tentacles

than a Snarfalump plant.

Dragon tartare?

Just as well. They give

one horribly bad breath.

On second thought...

Might keep Cormac at bay.

Oh, God, here he comes.

I think she just went

to powder her nose.

Slippery little minx,

your friend.

- Likes to work her mouth too, - doesn't she?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What is this I'm eating,

by the way?

Dragon balls.

[VOMITS]

You've just bought yourself

a month's detention, McLaggen.

Not so quick, Potter.

Sir, I really think I should

rejoin the party. My date...

Can surely survive your absence

for another minute or two.

Besides, I only wish

to convey a message.

A message?

- He asked me to give - you his best,

and he hopes you

enjoy your holiday.

You see, he's traveling,

and he won't return

until term resumes.

Traveling where?

[CLATTERING]

Take your hands off me,

you filthy Squib!

- FILCH: - Professor Slughorn, sir.

[FLASHBULB WHINES]

I just discovered this boy

lurking in an upstairs corridor.

He claims to have been

invited to your party.

- Okay, okay. - I was gatecrashing.

Happy?

I'll escort him out.

Certainly, professor.

All right, everyone,

carry on, carry on.

- DRACO: - Maybe I did hex that Bell girl.

Maybe I didn't.

What's it to you?

SNAPE:

I swore to protect you.

I made the Unbreakable Vow.

I don't need protection.

I was chosen for this.

Out of all others. Me.

And I won't fail him.

You attempt to conceal it,

but it's obvious.

Let me assist you.

No!

I was chosen.

This is my moment.

- RON: - "Unbreakable Vow."

You're sure that's

what Snape said?

Positive. Why?

Well, it's just you can't

break an Unbreakable Vow.

I'd worked that much out

for myself, funnily enough.

You don't understand.

Oh, bloody hell.

[EXHALES HEAVILY]

I miss you.

Lovely.

All she wants to do is snog me.

- My lips are getting chapped. - Look.

I'll take your word for it.

So, what happens to you?

What happens if you break

an Unbreakable Vow?

You die.

- WOMAN: - Wait, the pudding's still here.

- REMUS: - Voldemort has chosen

Draco Malfoy for a mission?

I know it sounds mad.

- Has it occurred to you, - Harry, that Snape

was simply pretending

to offer Draco help

so he could find out

what he was up to?

That's not what it sounded like.

- NYMPHADORA: - Perhaps Harry's right, Remus.

- To make an Unbreakable Vow, - it's...

It comes down to whether or not

you trust Dumbledore's judgment.

Dumbledore trusts Snape,

therefore I do.

- Dumbledore can make mistakes, - he said so himself.

You're blinded by hatred.

I'm not.

People are disappearing,

Harry, daily.

- We can only place our trust - in a handful of people.

If we start fighting

amongst ourselves, we're doomed.

MOLLY:

Ginny?

[CLEARS THROAT]

Open up, you.

Don't you trust me?

It's good.

RON:

Yeah, I'll just... Get... Yeah.

Pie?

Not for me, no.

Mm.

- ARTHUR: - You'll have to forgive Remus.

It takes its toll,

his condition.

- HARRY: - Are you all right, Mr. Weasley?

We're being followed, all of us.

Most days,

Molly doesn't leave the house.

It's not been easy.

Did you get my owl?

Yes, I did.

If Dumbledore's traveling,

- then that's news - to the Ministry,

but perhaps that's the way

Dumbledore wants it.

As for Draco Malfoy,

I know a bit more.

Go on.

- I sent an agent - to Borgin and Burkes.

I think,

from what you described,

- what you and Ron saw - at the end of the summer,

the object that Draco

is so interested in

is a vanishing cabinet.

A vanishing cabinet?

They were all the rage when

Voldemort first rose to power.

You can see the appeal.

- Should Death Eaters - come knocking,

one simply had to slip inside

and disappear

for an hour or two.

They can transport you anywhere.

Tricky contraptions though,

very temperamental.

What happened to it?

The one at Borgin and Burkes?

Nothing.

It's still there.

- NYMPHADORA: - It was delicious, Molly, really.

- MOLLY: - Are you sure you won't stay?

No, we should go.

The first night of the cycle's

always the worst.

Remus?

Sweetheart.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Has Ron gone to bed?

Um... Not yet. No.

Shoelace.

Merry Christmas, Harry.

Merry Christmas.

[WHOOSHING]

[♪♪♪]

[CACKLES]

Harry, no!

Ginny!

BELLATRIX:

I killed Sirius Black!

I killed Sirius Black!

You coming to get me?

[CACKLING]

Harry, can you get me?

You coming to get me?

[PANTING]

Harry?

[LOW GROWLING]

Stupefy!

- ARTHUR: - Harry!

[SPELLS BLASTING]

Ginny!

Molly.

HERMIONE:

to get to you.

It's easy for them

- You're bloody lucky - you weren't killed.

- You have to realize - who you are, Harry.

I know who I am,

Hermione, all right?

Sorry.

Lav, come on.

Of course I'll wear it.

That's my Won-Won.

Excuse me,

I have to go and vomit.

[GIGGLING]

SLUGHORN:

you get your information.

I'd like to know where

More knowledgeable

than half the staff, you are.

Sir.

is it true that Professor

Merrythought is retiring?

Now, Tom. I couldn't tell

you if I knew, could I?

- By the way, - thank you for the pineapple.

You're quite right,

it is my favorite.

But how did you know?

Intuition.

[CLOCK CHIMING]

Gracious.

Is it that time already?

Off you go, boys,

- or Professor Dippet - will have us all in detention.

[DINGS]

Look sharp, Tom.

Don't want to be caught

out of bed after hours.

Is something on your mind, Tom?

You see, I couldn't think

of anyone else to go to.

The other professors,

well, they're not like you.

They might misunderstand.

Go on.

I was in the library

the other night

in the Restricted Section

and I read something

rather odd about a bit

of rare magic,

And I thought perhaps

you could illuminate me.

It's called,

as I understand it...

[RIDDLE SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]

I beg your pardon?

I don't know anything

about such things,

- and if I did, - I wouldn't tell you.

Now, get out of here at once,

and don't let me ever catch

you mentioning it again!

- DUMBLEDORE: - Confused?

I'd be surprised if you weren't.

Well, I don't understand.

What happened?

This is perhaps the most

important memory I've collected.

It is also a lie.

This memory has been

tampered with

- by the same person - whose memory it is,

- our old friend, - Professor Slughorn.

But why would he tamper

with his own memory?

I suspect he's ashamed of it.

Why, indeed?

I asked you to get to know

Professor Slughorn,

and you have done so.

Now I want you to persuade him

to divulge his true memory

any way you can.

I don't know him

that well, sir.

This memory is everything.

Without it, we are blind.

Without it, we leave the fate

of our world to chance.

You have no choice.

You must not fail.

SLUGHORN:

you reacquaint yourself

So I'd highly recommend

with the chapter on antidotes.

I'll tell you more about bezoars

in our next class.

Right, off you go.

- Alys, don't forget - your rat tail.

Aha. If it isn't

the Prince of Potions himself.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

- Sir, I wondered - if I might ask you something.

Ask away, dear boy, ask away.

- The other day I was - in the library,

in the Restricted Section

- and I came across - something rather odd

- about a very rare - piece of magic.

Yes, and what was this

rare piece of magic?

Well, I don't know.

I-I can't remember

the name exactly.

It got me wondering,

are there some kinds of magic

you're not allowed to teach us?

I'm Potions Master, Harry.

I think your question'd better

be posed to Professor Snape.

Yes. Um...

He and I don't exactly

see eye to eye, sir.

What I mean to say is,

well, he's not like you.

He might misunderstand.

Yes. There can be no light

without the dark.

And so it is with magic.

Myself, I always strive

to live within the light.

I suggest you do the same.

- Is that what you - told Tom Riddle, sir,

when he came asking questions?

Dumbledore put you up to this,

didn't he?

Didn't he?

[KNOCKING]

Yes?

Oh, it's you, Potter.

I'm... I'm sorry,

I'm busy at the moment.

[LOCK CLICKING]

It's beautiful, isn't it?

The moon.

Divine.

Had ourselves a little

late-night snack, did we?

It was on your bed, the box.

I just thought I'd try one.

Or 20.

- I can't stop thinking - about her, Harry.

Honestly, I reckoned

she was annoying you.

She could never annoy me.

I think I love her.

Well, brilliant.

Do you think she knows I exist?

- I hope so. She's been - snogging you for three months.

Snogging?

Who are you talking about?

Who are you talking about?

Romilda, of course.

Romilda Vane.

Okay, very funny.

What was that for?

It's no joke!

I'm in love with her!

Fine, you're in love with her.

Have you ever actually met her?

No. Can you introduce me?

[♪♪♪]

Come on, Ron.

I'm gonna introduce

you to Romilda Vane.

[KNOCKING]

- HARRY: - I'm sorry, sir.

- I wouldn't bother you - if it weren't

absolutely essential.

- RON: - Where's Romilda?

What's the matter with Wenby?

- [WHISPERS] - Very powerful love potion.

SLUGHORN:

Very well. Better bring him in.

- I'd have thought - you could whip up

- a remedy for this - in no time, Harry.

Well, I thought this called

for a more practiced hand, sir.

Hello, darling.

Fancy a drink?

Perhaps you're right.

- HARRY: - I'm sorry, by the way,

professor,

about earlier today, our...

Our misunderstanding.

Oh, not at all. All water under

the bridge, you know? Correct?

I expect you're tired

of it after all these years.

All the questions

about Voldemort.

Don't use that name.

[THUDS]

SLUGHORN:

Bottoms up.

There you are, old boy.

What's this?

What happened to me?

Love potion.

A bloody strong one at that.

I feel really bad.

- SLUGHORN: - You need a pick-me-up, my boy.

Got Butterbeer, wine,

dazzling oak-matured mead.

I had other intentions for this,

but I think,

given the circumstances...

Here we are, Potter.

To life!

- HARRY: - Ron.

[GAGGING]

Ron. Professor, do something.

- SLUGHORN: - I don't understand.

Come on, Ron, breathe.

[COUGHING]

These girls,

they're gonna kill me.

Quick thinking on your part,

Harry, using a bezoar.

You must be very proud

of your student, Horace.

Hm? Oh, yes, very proud.

I think we agree,

Potter's actions were heroic.

The question is,

why were they necessary?

Why, indeed?

- This appears to be a gift, - Horace.

You don't remember

who gave you this bottle?

- Which, by the way, - possesses remarkably subtle

hints of licorice and cherry

when not polluted with poison.

SLUGHORN:

to give it as a gift myself.

Actually, I had intended

- DUMBLEDORE: - To whom, I might ask?

To you, Headmaster.

- LAVENDER: - Where is he?

Where's my Won-Won?

Has he been asking for me?

What's she doing here?

I might ask you

the same question.

I happen to be his girlfriend.

I happen to be his... friend.

Don't make me laugh.

You haven't spoken in weeks.

I suppose you want to make up

now that he's all interesting.

He's been poisoned,

you daft dimbo!

And for the record,

- I've always found - him interesting.

[GASPS]

Ah. See? He senses my presence.

Don't worry, Won-Won.

I'm here.

I'm here.

[MUMBLES]

RON:

Uh... Hermione...

Hermione.

Hermione.

[LAVENDER SOBBING]

Oh, to be young,

and to feel love's keen sting.

Well, come away, everybody.

Mr. Weasley is well tended.

About time, don't you think?

Thank you.

Oh, shut up.

[DOOR SHUTS]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[BIRD CHIRPING]

[CABINET SHUTS]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[RATTLING, BIRD CHIRPING]

[SOBBING]

Stop it, Ron.

You're making it snow.

Tell me how I broke up

with Lavender again.

HERMIONE:

Um, well,

s-she came to visit you

in the hospital.

And you talked.

I don't believe it was

a particularly

long conversation.

Don't get me wrong,

I'm bloody thrilled

to be shot of her.

It's just she seems

a bit put out.

Yes, she does,

doesn't she?

You say you don't remember

anything from that night?

Anything at all?

There is something.

But it can't be.

I was completely boggled,

wasn't I?

- HERMIONE: - Right.

Boggled.

Harry.

That's Katie.

Katie Bell.

Katie. How are you?

I know you're going to ask,

Harry,

but I don't know who cursed me.

I've been trying to remember,

honestly,

but I just can't.

[♪♪♪]

Katie?

[WATER RUNNING]

[SOBBING]

HARRY:

You hexed her, didn't you?

I know what you did, Malfoy.

[GRUNTS]

[WATER SPRAYING]

Sectumsempra!

[DRACO GASPING]

SNAPE:

Vulnera Sanentur.

Vulnera Sanentur.

Vulnera Sanentur.

Vulnera Sanentur...

You have to get rid of it.

Today.

Take my hand.

The Room of Requirement.

GINNY:

the Half-Blood Prince's book

We need to hide

where no one will ever find it,

including you.

[RUSTLING]

What was that?

[RUSTLING CONTINUES]

[CHIRPING]

See?

- You never know what you'll find - up here.

[♪♪♪]

All right, close your eyes.

That way you can't be tempted.

[WHISPERING]

Close your eyes.

That can stay hidden

up here too, if you like.

[BIRD CHIRPING]

So did you and Ginny do it,

then?

What?

You know, hide the book?

Oh, yeah.

Ah. Dear, yes.

Still no luck with Slughorn,

then, I take it?

Luck.

That's it.

All I need's a bit of luck.

HERMIONE:

Well, how do you feel?

Excellent.

Really excellent.

Remember,

Slughorn usually eats early,

takes a walk,

and then returns to his office.

Right.

I'm going down to Hagrid's.

No, Harry, you've got to go

and speak to Slughorn.

We have a plan.

but I've got a good feeling

about Hagrid's.

I feel i-it's the place to be

tonight.

Do you know what I mean?

BOTH: No.

I know what I'm doing.

Or Felix does.

Hi!

[GRUNTS]

Merlin's beard, Harry!

Sorry, sir.

I should've announced myself.

Cleared my throat, coughed.

- You probably feared - I was Professor Sprout.

Yes, I did, actually.

What makes you think that?

- Well, just the general behavior, - sir.

The sneaking around,

the jumping when you saw me.

- Are those Tentacula leaves, - sir?

- They're very valuable, - aren't they?

Ten Galleons a leaf

to the right buyer.

Not that I'm familiar

with any such transactions,

but one does hear rumors.

My own interests

are purely academic, of course.

Personally, these plants

always kind of freaked me out.

Mm.

Exactly how did you get out

of the castle, Harry?

- Through the front door, - sir.

I'm off to Hagrid's.

He's a very dear friend

- and I just fancied - paying him a visit.

So if you don't mind,

I will be going now.

Harry!

Sir?

- Surely you realize - I can't allow you

- to go roaming the grounds - by yourself.

Well, then, by all means,

come along, sir.

[♪♪♪]

Harry, I must insist

you accompany me

- back to the castle - immediately!

That would be counterproductive,

sir.

And what makes you

say that?

No idea.

Horace.

SLUGHORN:

Merlin's beard.

Is that an actual

Acromantula?

A dead one,

I think, sir.

Good God.

Dear fellow, however did you

manage to kill it?

Kill it?

Me oldest friend, he was.

- I'm so sorry, - I didn't...

Oh, don't worry yourself,

you're not alone.

Seriously misunderstood

creatures, spiders are.

It's the eyes, I reckon.

They unnerve some folk.

Not to mention the pincers.

[CLICKING TONGUE]

Yeah, I reckon that too.

Hagrid, the last thing

I wish to be is indelicate,

but Acromantular venom

is uncommonly rare.

Would you allow me

to extract a vial or two?

Purely for academic purposes,

you understand.

Well, I don't suppose it's going

to do him much good now, is it?

My thoughts exactly.

Always have a ampoule or two

about my person

for just such occasions as this.

Old, uh,

Potions Master's habit,

you know.

I wish you could've seen him

in his prime.

Magnificent, he was.

Just magnificent.

Oh, dear.

Would you like me

to say a few words?

Yes.

- He had a family, - I trust?

Oh, yeah.

Farewell...

Aragog.

[♪♪♪]

Farewell, Aragog,

king of the arachnids.

Your body will decay,

[DOG HOWLS]

but your spirit lingers on.

And your human friends

find solace

in the loss

they have sustained.

[SLUGHORN & HAGRID SINGING]

♪ And it once snapped in two ♪

♪ Which was sad ♪

[HAGRID LAUGHING]

- I had him from an egg, - you know.

Tiny little thing he was

when he hatched.

No bigger than a Pekinese.

A Pekinese, mind you.

How sweet.

I once had a fish.

Francis.

He was very dear to me.

One afternoon I came downstairs,

and...

he'd vanished.

Poof.

That's very odd, isn't it?

But that's life,

I suppose.

You... You go along

and then suddenly, poof!

Poof.

Poof.

[HAGRID SNORING]

It was a student

who gave me Francis.

One spring afternoon

I discovered a bowl on my desk

with just a few inches

of clear water in it.

And floating on the surface

was a flower petal.

As I watched, it sank.

Just before it reached

the bottom

it transformed...

into a wee fish.

It was beautiful magic.

Wondrous to behold.

The flower petal

had come from a lily.

Your mother.

The day I came downstairs,

the day the bowl was empty...

was the day your mother...

I know why you're here.

But I can't help you.

It would ruin me.

Do you know why I survived,

professor?

The night I got this?

Because of her.

Because she sacrificed herself.

Because she refused

to step aside.

Because her love was

more powerful than Voldemort.

Don't say his name.

I'm not afraid of the name,

professor.

I'm going to tell you something.

Something others have only

guessed at.

It's true.

I am the Chosen One.

Only I can destroy him,

but in order to do so

I need to know

what Tom Riddle asked you

- all those years ago - in your office,

and I need to know

what you told him.

Be brave, professor.

Be brave like my mother.

Otherwise,

you disgrace her.

Otherwise,

she died for nothing.

Otherwise, the bowl

will remain empty...

forever.

SLUGHORN:

when you see it.

Please, don't think badly of me

You've no idea what he was like,

even then.

I was in the library

the other night

in the Restricted Section,

and I read something rather odd

about a bit of rare magic.

It's called,

as I understand it,

a Horcrux.

I beg your pardon?

I came across the term

while reading

and I didn't

fully understand it.

- I'm not sure - what you were reading, Tom,

but this is very dark stuff,

very dark indeed.

Which is...

why I came to you.

A Horcrux is an object

in which a person

has concealed

part of their soul.

But I don't understand

how that works, sir.

One splits one's soul and hides

part of it in an object.

- By doing so, - you're protected,

should you be attacked

and your body destroyed.

Protected?

That part of your soul

that is hidden lives on.

In other words, you cannot die.

And how does one

split his soul, sir?

I think you already know

the answer to that, Tom.

Murder.

Yes.

Killing rips

the soul apart.

It is a violation

against nature.

RIDDLE:

split the soul once?

Can you only

For instance, isn't seven...?

Seven?

Merlin's beard, Tom.

Isn't it bad enough

to consider killing one person?

To rip the soul

into seven pieces...

This is all hypothetical,

isn't it, Tom? All academic?

Of course, sir.

It'll be our little secret.

- HARRY: - Sir.

This is beyond anything

I imagined.

You mean to say he succeeded,

sir, in making a Horcrux?

Oh, yes, he succeeded,

all right. And not just once.

What are they exactly?

Could be anything.

Most commonplace of objects.

- DUMBLEDORE: - A ring, for example.

Or a book.

Tom Riddle's diary.

Four years ago, when you saved

Ginny Weasley's life

- in the Chamber of Secrets, - you brought me this.

I knew then this was

a different kind of magic.

Very dark, very powerful.

- But until tonight - I had no idea just how powerful.

And the ring?

Difficult to find.

Even more difficult to destroy.

But if you could find them all,

- if you did destroy - each Horcrux...

One destroys Voldemort.

They could be hidden anywhere.

True. But magic,

especially dark magic...

[SCREAM]

Leaves traces.

- It's where you've been going, - isn't it, sir?

When you leave the school?

And I think perhaps

I may have found another.

But this time, I cannot hope

to destroy it alone.

Once again,

I must ask

too much of you, Harry.

Have you ever considered

that you ask too much,

that you take

too much for granted?

Has it ever crossed

your brilliant mind

that I don't want

to do this anymore?

Whether it has or hasn't

is irrelevant.

DUMBLEDORE:

Severus.

I will not negotiate with you,

You agreed.

Nothing more to discuss.

Oh, Harry.

You need a shave,

my friend.

You know, at times,

I forget how much you've grown.

At times, I still see

the small boy from the cupboard.

Forgive my mawkishness, Harry.

I'm an old man.

- You still look the same to me, - sir.

Just like your mother,

you're unfailingly kind.

A trait people never fail

to undervalue, I'm afraid.

The place to which we journey

tonight is extremely dangerous.

I promised you could accompany

me, and I stand by that promise.

But there is one condition:

You must obey every command

I give you, without question.

Yes, sir.

You do understand

what I'm saying?

Should I tell you to hide,

you hide.

Should I tell you to run,

you run.

Should I tell you to abandon me

and save yourself,

you must do so.

[♪♪♪]

Your word, Harry.

My word.

Take my arm.

Sir, I thought you couldn't

Apparate within Hogwarts.

Well,

being me has its privileges.

[♪♪♪]

This is the place.

Oh, yes.

This place

has known magic.

Sir!

payment must be made.

Payment intended

to weaken any intruder.

You should've let me, sir.

Your blood's much more precious

than mine.

[RUMBLING]

Voldemort will not

have made it easy

to discover his hiding place.

He will have put certain

defenses in position.

Careful.

[♪♪♪]

- DUMBLEDORE: - There it is.

The only question is,

how do we get there?

[BUBBLING]

If you would, Harry.

Do you think the Horcrux

is in there, sir?

Oh, yes.

[♪♪♪]

It has to be drunk.

All of it

has to be drunk.

You remember the conditions

on which I brought you with me?

This potion might paralyze me.

- Might make me forget - why I'm here.

Might cause me so much pain

that I beg for relief.

You are not to indulge

these requests.

It's your job, Harry,

- to make sure I keep drinking - this potion.

Even if you have to force it

down my throat.

Understood?

Because I am much older,

much cleverer,

and much less valuable.

Your good health, Harry.

Professor.

Professor!

[DUMBLEDORE GROANING]

Harry.

Professor,

can you hear me?

Professor.

[DUMBLEDORE GROANING]

No. Don't.

You have to keep drinking,

like you said. Remember?

Stop.

but only if you keep drinking.

Please, don't make me.

I'm sorry, sir.

Kill me. Kill me!

- DUMBLEDORE: - It's my fault.

It's all my fault.

It's my fault.

Just one more, sir.

One more, and then I promise...

I promise I'll do

what you say.

I promise.

Please.

Harry.

Water.

Water.

Water.

You did it, sir.

Look.

Harry.

Water.

Aguamenti.

DUMBLEDORE:

Water.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Lumos.

[GROWLS]

[PANTING]

[♪♪♪]

[SPLASHING]

Lumos Maxima!

DUMBLEDORE:

Harry.

[SCREECHES]

Sectumsempra!

Stupefy!

[GROANING]

[♪♪♪]

[GASPING]

[PANTING]

Harry.

Partis Temporus!

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[BELL DINGS]

[THUNDER CRASHING]

Go to your houses.

No dawdling.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[ANIMAL SQUEAKING]

[TICKING]

[DOOR OPENING]

[♪♪♪]

We need to get you

to the hospital wing, sir,

to Madam Pomfrey.

No.

Severus.

Severus is who I need.

Wake him.

Tell him what happened.

Speak to no one else.

Severus, Harry.

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

Hide yourself below, Harry.

- Don't speak - or be seen by anybody

without my permission.

Whatever happens,

it's imperative

you stay below.

Harry, do as I say.

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

Trust me.

Trust me.

Good evening, Draco.

What brings you here

on this fine spring evening?

- Who else is here? - I heard you talking.

- DUMBLEDORE: - I often talk aloud to myself.

I find it extraordinarily

useful.

Have you been whispering

to yourself, Draco?

- DUMBLEDORE: - Draco,

you are no assassin.

- I've done things - that would shock you.

DUMBLEDORE:

and hoping that in return

Like cursing Katie Bell

- she'd bear a cursed necklace - to me?

Like replacing a bottle of mead

with one laced with poison?

Forgive me, Draco.

I cannot help feeling

these actions are so weak

that your heart can't really

have been in them.

He trusts me. I was chosen.

Then I shall make it easy

for you.

Expelliarmus!

DUMBLEDORE:

Very good. Very good.

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

DUMBLEDORE:

You're not alone.

There are others.

How?

The vanishing cabinet

in the Room of Requirement.

I've been mending it.

It has a sister. A twin.

In Borgin and Burkes.

They form a passage.

DUMBLEDORE:

Ingenious.

Draco,

years ago, I knew a boy

who made all the wrong choices.

Please let me help you.

Don't you understand?

I have to do this.

I have to kill you.

Or he's gonna kill me.

[FOOTSTEPS]

[♪♪♪]

Well,

look what we have here.

Well done, Draco.

DUMBLEDORE:

Good evening, Bellatrix.

I think introductions

are in order, don't you?

Love to, Albus,

but I'm afraid we're all

on a bit of a tight schedule.

Do it.

GREYBACK:

just like his father.

He doesn't have the stomach,

Let me finish him in my own way.

BELLATRIX:

the boy is to do it.

No! The Dark Lord was clear,

This is your moment. Do it.

Go on, Draco.

Now!

SNAPE:

No.

DUMBLEDORE:

Severus.

Please.

Avada Kedavra.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[♪♪♪]

[YELLS]

Yeah!

[GIGGLES]

[PANTING]

BELLATRIX:

Hagrid! Hello?

- HARRY: - Snape!

He trusted you!

[LAUGHING]

[SQUEALING]

Go on.

Incarcerous.

Fight back! You coward,

fight back!

SNAPE:

No! He belongs to the Dark Lord.

[FIRE CRACKLING]

[PANTING]

Sectumsempra!

You dare use my own spells

against me, Potter?

Yes.

I'm the Half-Blood Prince.

[♪♪♪]

[RUMBLING]

[CHATTER]

[♪♪♪]

[HARRY SOBBING]

- McGONAGALL: - Potter,

in light of what has happened...

if you should have the need

to talk to someone...

You should know,

Professor Dumbledore...

you meant a great deal to him.

HERMIONE:

he would've done it?

Do you think

Draco?

No.

No,

he was lowering his wand.

In the end,

it was Snape.

It was always Snape.

And I did nothing.

It's fake.

Open it.

"To the Dark Lord.

- "I know I will be dead - long before you read this,

- "but I want you to know - that it was I

"who discovered your secret.

"I have stolen the real Horcrux

"and intend to destroy it

as soon as I can.

"I face death in the hope

that when you meet your match

"you will be mortal once more.

R.A.B."

R.A.B.

Don't know.

But whoever they are,

they have the real Horcrux.

- Which means it was all - a waste.

All of it.

Ron's okay with it,

you know.

You and Ginny.

- But if I were you, - when he's around,

I'd keep the snogging

to a minimum.

I'm not coming back,

Hermione.

I've got to finish

whatever Dumbledore started.

And I don't know

where that'll lead me,

but I'll let you and Ron know

where I am when I can.

I've always admired

your courage, Harry.

But sometimes,

you can be really thick.

You don't really think

you're going to be able

to find all those Horcruxes

by yourself, do you?

You need us, Harry.

HARRY:

how beautiful this place was.

I never realized

[♪♪♪]

[BIRD CRIES]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]