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- Expelliarmus.
- Wands away.

Stunning is one of the most
useful spells in your arsenal.

It's a wizard's bread and butter, really.

So come on, then, Nigel.
Give it your best shot.

Stupefy!

Good. Not bad at all, Nigel. Well done.

Don't worry. I'll go easy on you.

Thanks, Ronald.

- Come on, Ron.
- Come on, Ron.

- You can do it.
- Come on, Ron.

- One Sickle.
- You're on.

Stupefy.

- Thank you.
- Shut up.

I let her do that. It's
good manners, isn't it?

It was completely intentional.

Up you come. Would you like a cup of tea?

Now, focus on a fixed point and try again.

Expelliarmus.

Very good. Keep your concentration.

Great.

A little higher.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

- Stupefy.
- Stupefy.

Those wishing to join the
Inquisitorial Squad for extra credit...

...may sign up in the
high inquisitor's office.

Diminuendo.

Working hard is important, but there's
something that matters even more:

Believing in yourself.

- Expelliarmus.
- Levicorpus. Got it.

Think of it this way.

Every great wizard in
history has started out...

...as nothing more than
what we are now: students.

If they can do it, why not us?

- Stupefy.
- Expelliarmus.

Expelliarmus.

Expelliarmus.

Reducto.

- Expelliarmus.
- Expelliarmus.

Expelliarmus.

Expelliarmus.

Fantastic, Neville. Well done, man.

So that's it for this lesson.

Now, we' re not gonna be meeting
again until after the holidays.

So just keep practicing on
your own as best you can.

And well done, everyone. Great, great work.

Well done, mate.

Thanks.

See you after Christmas.

See you in the Common Room, Harry.

- Thanks a lot, Harry.
- No worries.

- Thank you so much.
- Not at all. Merry Christmas.

- Thank you, Harry.
- Thank you. Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.
- Have a good Christmas.

- Have a great Christmas, Luna.
- We've been thinking.

We could always slip Umbridge
some Puking Pastilles.

Or Fever Fudge. They give you
massive, pus-filled boils...

Sounds great, guys. Would you excuse me?

Are you all right? I heard Umbridge
gave you a rough time the other day.

Yeah. I'm okay.

Anyway, it's worth it.

It's just, learning all this...

...makes me wonder
whether, if he'd known it...

Cedric did know this stuff.

He was really good.

It's just, Voldemort was better.

You're a really good teacher, Harry.

I've never been able to stun anything before.

Mistletoe.

Probably full of Nargles, though.

What are Nargles?

No idea.

Well, how was it?

Wet.

I mean, she was sort of crying.

That bad at it, are you?

I'm sure Harry's kissing
was more than satisfactory.

Cho spends half her time crying these days.

You'd think a bit of
snogging would cheer her up.

Don't you understand how she must be feeling?

Well, obviously she's
feeling sad about Cedric...

...and confused about liking Harry
and guilty about kissing him...

...conflicted because Umbridge might
sack her mum from the Ministry...

...and frightened of failing her OWLs
because she's worrying about everything.

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

Just because you've got the
emotional range of a teaspoon...

Harry.

Voldemort may be after something.

Something he didn't have last time.

Harry.

Harry.

In the dream, were you
standing next to the victim...

...or looking down at the scene?

Neither. It was like I...

Will you please just tell me what's happening?

Everard, Arthur's on guard duty tonight.

Make sure he's found by the right people.

- Sir.
- Phineas.

You must go to your
portrait at Grimmauld Place.

Tell them that Arthur
Weasley is gravely injured...

...and his children will be
arriving there soon by Portkey.

They've got him, Albus. It was
close, but they think he'll make it.

What's more, the Dark
Lord failed to acquire it.

Oh, thank goodness. Next we need to...

Look at me!

What's happening to me?

You wished to see me, headmaster?

Oh, Severus. I'm afraid we can't
wait. Not even till the morning.

Otherwise, we'll all be vulnerable.

It appears there's a connection...

...between the Dark Lord's mind and your own.

Whether he is, as yet, aware of this
connection is, for the moment, unclear.

Pray he remains ignorant.

You mean, if he knows about it, then...

- ... he'll be able to read my mind?
- Read it, control it...

...unhinge it.

In the past, it was often
the Dark Lord's pleasure...

...to invade the minds of his victims...

...creating visions designed
to torture them into madness.

Only after extracting the last
exquisite ounce of agony...

...only when he had them literally
begging for death, would he finally...

...kill them.

Used properly, the power of Occlumency...

...will help shield you
from access or influence.

In these lessons, I will
attempt to penetrate your mind.

You will attempt to resist.

Prepare yourself.

Legilimens.

Concentrate, Potter. Focus.

Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas.

Here we go.

Daddy's back.

Sit down, everybody, sit
down. That's it. Now, presents.

- And a nice big box for Ron.
- Big box for you. And...

Fred and George. Come on, open up.

- I want to see your faces.
- Yes.

- Try it on.
- Thanks, Mum. It's perfect.

- Just what he wanted, actually.
- Yeah. Right. Thanks, Mum.

Come on, then, everybody.
Let's clear this away.

Oh, Harry, Harry.

There you are.

- Happy Christmas.
- Thank you.

- Lovely to have you with us.
- Thank you.

Now, Daddy. Pass that to Daddy.

- Thank you.
- Has everybody got?

Fred? George?

- Hermione.
- A Christmas toast.

To Mr. Harry Potter...

...without whom I would not be here.

- Harry.
- Harry.

Harry.

That is delicious. I shall
be needing some more of that.

Daddy, don't forget last Christmas.

I can't understand why you
don't want to wear it, Ronald.

I look like a bloody idiot, that's why.

No more than usual, Ron.

I don't know why...

Nasty brat, standing there as bold as brass.

Harry Potter, the boy
who stopped the Dark Lord.

Friend of Mudbloods and blood-traitors alike.

- If my poor mistress only knew...
- Kreacher!

That's enough of your bile. Away with you!

Of course, master.

Kreacher lives to serve
the noble house of Black.

Sorry about that.

He never was very pleasant,
even when I was a boy.

Not to me, anyway.

What, you grew up here?

This is my parents' house.

I offered it to Dumbledore
as headquarters for the Order.

About the only useful
thing I've been able to do.

This is the Black family tree.

My deranged cousin.

I hated the lot of them.

My parents with their pure-blood mania.

My mother did that after I ran away.

Charming woman.

I was 16.

Where did you go?

Round your dad's.

I was always welcome at the Potters'.

I see him so much in you, Harry.

You are so very much alike.

I'm not so sure.

Sirius, when I was...

When I saw Mr. Weasley
attacked, I wasn't just watching.

I was the snake.

And afterwards, in Dumbledore's office...

...there was a moment when I wanted to...

This connection between me and Voldemort.

What if the reason for it is
that I am becoming more like him?

I just feel so angry all the time.

And what if, after everything
that I've been through...

...something's gone wrong inside
me? What if I'm becoming bad?

I want you to listen to
me very carefully, Harry.

You're not a bad person.

You're a very good person who
bad things have happened to.

You understand?

Besides, the world isn't split
into good people and Death Eaters.

We've all got both light
and dark inside of us.

What matters is the part we choose to act on.

That's who we really are.

Harry, time to go.

When all this is over,
we'll be a proper family.

You'll see.

Come on.

Really?

Harry. Harry.

Hagrid's back.

I'm sorry.

I will say this one last time.

I'm ordering you to tell me where you've been.

I told you. I've been away for me health.

- Your health?
- Yeah. Bit of fresh air, you know.

Oh, yes. As gamekeeper, fresh
air must be difficult to come by.

If I were you, I shouldn't
get too used to being back.

In fact, I mightn't bother unpacking at all.

This is top-secret, right?

Dumbledore sent me to parley with the giants.

Giants?

You found them?

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

I tried to convince them to join the cause.

But I wasn't the only one that
was trying to win them over.

- Death Eaters?
- Yes.

Trying to persuade them
to join You-Know-Who.

- Did they?
- I gave them Dumbledore's message.

Suppose some of them remember he
was friendly to them. I suppose.

And they did this to you?

Not exactly, no.

Oh, go on, you have it, then, you dozy dog.

It's changing out there.

Just like last time.

There's a storm coming, Harry.

We'd all best be ready when she does.

We have confirmed that 10
high-security prisoners...

...in the early hours of
yesterday evening did escape.

And of course, the Muggle prime
minister has been alerted to the danger.

We strongly suspect...

...that the breakout was engineered...

...by a man with personal experience
in escaping from Azkaban...

...notorious mass murderer Sirius Black...

...cousin of escapee Bellatrix Lestrange.

Dumbledore warned Fudge this could happen.

He's gonna get us all killed just
because he can't face the truth.

Harry.

I wanted to apologize.

Now even me mum says the Prophet's
version of things don't add up.

So, what I'm really trying
to say is that I believe you.

Neville?

Fourteen years ago...

...a Death Eater named Bellatrix Lestrange...

...used a Cruciatus Curse on my parents.

She tortured them for information...

...but they never gave in.

I'm quite proud to be their son.

But I'm not sure I'm ready
for everyone to know just yet.

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

Make it a powerful memory,
the happiest you can remember.

Allow it to fill you up. Keep trying, Seamus.

George, your turn now.

Expecto Patronum.

A full-bodied Patronus is the
most difficult to produce...

...but shield forms can also be equally
useful against a variety of opponents.

Wow, that was really good.

Fantastic, Ginny.

Just remember, your Patronus can only
protect you for as long as you stay focused.

So focus, Luna.

Think of the happiest thing you can.

Expecto Patronum.

- I'm trying.
- I know. It's good.

This is really advanced stuff,
guys. You're doing so well.

Expecto Patronum.

I'll make short work of this.

Bombarda Maxima.

Get them.

Been watching them for weeks.

And see, " Dumbledore's Army"...

...proof of what I've been telling you
right from the beginning, Cornelius.

All your fear-mongering
about You-Know-Who...

...never fooled us for a minute.

We saw your lies for what they were:

A smokescreen for your bid to
seize control of the Ministry.

Naturally.

No, professor. He had nothing
to do with it. It was me.

Most noble of you, Harry, to shield
me, but as has been pointed out...

...the parchment clearly says
"Dumbledore's Army," not "Potter's."

I instructed Harry to form this organization.

And I, and I alone, am
responsible for its activities.

Dispatch an owl to the Daily Prophet.

If we hurry, we should still
make the morning edition.

Dawlish, Shacklebolt, you
will escort Dumbledore...

...to Azkaban...

...to await trial for conspiracy and sedition.

I thought we might hit this little snag.

You seem to be laboring under
the delusion that I'm going to...

What was the phrase?

...come quietly.

Well, I can tell you this:

I have no intention of going to Azkaban.

Enough of this.

Take him.

Well, you may not like him, minister...

...but you can't deny...

...Dumbledore has got style.

Boys and girls are not permitted to
be within eight inches of each other.

Those wishing to join the
Inquisitorial Squad for extra credit...

Students will be submitted to questioning
about suspected illicit activities.

Any student in noncompliance will be expelled.

Harry.

You did everything you could. No
one could win against that old hag.

Even Dumbledore didn't see this coming.

Harry, if it's anyone's fault, it's ours.

Yeah, we talked you into it.

Yeah, but I agreed.

I tried so hard to help, and all
it's done is make things worse.

Anyway, that doesn't matter anymore.

Because I don't want to play anymore.
All it does is make you care too much.

And the more you care,
the more you have to lose.

- So maybe it's just better to...
- To what?

To go it alone.

Hagrid.

Any idea where he's taking us?

Hagrid, why can't you just tell us?

I've never seen the centaurs so riled.

And they're dangerous at the best of times.

The Ministry restricts
their territory much more...

...they'll have a full
uprising on their hands.

Hagrid, what's going on?

I'm sorry to be so mysterious, you three.

I wouldn't be bothering you at all
with it, but with Dumbledore gone...

...I'll likely be getting
the sack any day now.

And I just couldn't leave
without telling someone about him.

Grawpy.

Down here, you great buffoon.

Grawpy.

Brought you some company.

I couldn't just leave him, because...

Because he's my brother.

Blimey.

Well, half brother, really.

He's completely harmless, just like
I said. Little high-spirited, is all.

- Grawpy, that is not polite.
- Hagrid, do something.

We talked about this. You do not grab, do you?

That's your new friend, Hermione.

Grawpy.

Grawp.

Put me down.

Now.

You all right?

Fine.

Just needs a firm hand, is all.

I think you've got an admirer.

You just stay away from her, all right?

He gets his own food and all.

It's company he'll be needing when I'm gone.

You will look after him, won't you?

I'm the only family he's got.

Feeling sentimental?

- That's private.
- Not to me.

And not to the Dark Lord,
if you don't improve.

Every memory he has access to is
a weapon he can use against you.

You won't last two seconds
if he invades your mind.

You're just like your father.

Lazy, arrogant.

- Don't say a word against my father.
- Weak.

- I'm not weak.
- Then prove it.

Control your emotions.

Discipline your mind.

Legilimens.

Harry.

Sirius.

I may vomit.

Stop it.

Is this what you call control?

We've been at it for
hours. If I could just rest.

The Dark Lord isn't resting.

You and Black, you're two of a kind.

Sentimental children forever whining about
how bitterly unfair your lives have been.

Well, it may have escaped your
notice, but life isn't fair.

Your blessed father knew that.
In fact, he frequently saw to it.

- My father was a great man.
- Your father was a swine.

- Legilimens.
- Protego.

Come on, Moony, Padfoot.

Snape. Expelliarmus.

Nice one, James.

- Dad.
- Impedimenta.

Snivellus Greasy. Snivellus Greasy.

Right. Who wants to see me
take off Snivelly's trousers?

Snivellus Greasy. Snivellus Greasy.

Enough.

Enough.

Your lessons are at an end.

I...

Get out.

- What's your name?
- Michael.

Your hand's gonna be fine, Michael.

Yeah. It's not as bad as it seems. See?

It's fading already.

You can hardly see ours anymore,
and the pain stops after a while.

As I told you once before, Mr. Potter...

...naughty children deserve to be punished.

You know, George...

...I've always felt our futures lay
outside the world of academic achievement.

Fred, I've been thinking
exactly the same thing.

All right, professor!

Here you go.

Ready when you are.

I need that prophecy.

You'll have to kill me.

Oh, I will. But first,
you will fetch it for me.

Crucio.

Crucio.

Sirius.

Harry, are you sure?

I saw it. It's just like with Mr. Weasley.

It's the door I've been dreaming about.

I couldn't remember where I'd seen it before.

Sirius said Voldemort was after something.

Something he didn't have the last
time, in the Department of Mysteries.

Harry, please, just listen.

What if Voldemort meant for you to see this?

What if he's only hurting Sirius
because he's trying to get to you?

What if he is? I'm supposed
to just let him die?

Hermione, he's the only family I've got left.

What do we do?

We'll have to use the Floo Network.

Umbridge has the chimneys under surveillance.

Not all of them.

Alohomora.

Alert the Order if you can.

- Are you mental? We're going with you.
- It's too dangerous.

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

That you are.

Caught this one trying
to help the Weasley girl.

You were going to Dumbledore, weren't you?

- No.
- Liar.

- You sent for me, headmistress?
- Snape, yes.

The time has come for answers, whether
he wants to give them to me or not.

Have you brought the Veritaserum?

I'm afraid you've used up all
my stores interrogating students.

The last of it on Miss Chang.

Unless you wish to poison him...

And I assure you, I would have
the greatest sympathy if you did.

...I cannot help you.

He's got Padfoot.

He's got Padfoot at the
place where it's hidden.

Padfoot? What is Padfoot?
Where what is hidden?

What is he talking about, Snape?

No idea.

Very well.

You give me no choice, Potter.

As this is an issue of Ministry security...

...you leave me with...

...no alternative.

The Cruciatus Curse ought
to loosen your tongue.

That's illegal.

What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him.

Tell her, Harry!

Tell me what?

Well, if you won't tell her where it is...

...I will.

Where what is?

Dumbledore's secret weapon.

How much further?

Not far.

It had to be somewhere students
wouldn't find it accidentally.

What are you doing?

Improvising.

Well?

Where is this weapon?

There isn't one, is there?

You were trying to trick me.

You know...

...I really hate children.

You have no business here,
centaur. This is a Ministry matter.

Lower your weapons.

I warn you, under the law, as
creatures of near-human intelligence...

Protego.

How dare you?

Filthy half-breed.

Incarcerous.

Please. Please stop it. Please.

Now, enough. I will have order.

You filthy animal.

Do you know who I am?

Leave him alone. It's not his fault.

No, he doesn't understand.

Potter, do something.
Tell them I mean no harm.

I'm sorry, professor.

But I must not tell lies.

What are you doing?

I am Senior Undersecretary
Dolores Jane Umbridge.

Let me go!

Thank you, Grawp.

Hermione. Hermione, Sirius.

- How'd you get away?
- Puking Pastilles. It wasn't pretty.

Told them I was hungry, wanted some sweets.

They told me to bugger off
and ate the lot themselves.

That was clever, Ron.

- Has been known to happen.
- It was brilliant.

So how are we getting to London?

Look, it's not that I don't appreciate
everything you've done, all of you...

...but I've got you into
enough trouble as it is.

Dumbledore's Army's supposed to
be about doing something real.

Or was that all just words to you?

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

So how are we going to get to London?

We fly, of course.

Department of Mysteries.

This is it.

Ninety-two.
Ninety-three.

Ninety-four.

Ninety-five.

- He should be here.
- Harry.

It's got your name on it.

The one with the power to
vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.

And the Dark Lord shall
mark him as his equal...

...but he shall have power
the Dark Lord knows not.

For neither can live while the other survives.

Harry.

Where's Sirius?

You know, you really should learn to
tell the difference between dreams...

...and reality.

You saw only what the Dark
Lord wanted you to see.

Now, hand me the prophecy.

If you do anything to us, I'll break it.

He knows how to play.

Itty, bitty baby.

Potter.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

Neville Longbottom, is it? How's Mum and Dad?

Better, now they're about to be avenged.

Now, let's everybody just calm down...

...shall we?

All we want is that prophecy.

Why did Voldemort need
me to come and get this?

You dare speak his name?

You filthy half-blood!

It's all right. He's just
a curious lad, aren't you?

Prophecies can only be retrieved
by those about whom they are made.

Which is lucky for you, really.

Haven't you always wondered...

...what was the reason for the
connection between you and the Dark Lord?

Why he was unable to kill you...

...when you were just an infant?

Don't you want to know
the secret of your scar?

All the answers are there,
Potter, in your hand.

All you have to do...

...is give it to me.

Then I can show you everything.

I've waited 14 years.

I know.

I guess I can wait a
little longer. Now. Stupefy.

Stupefy.

Levicorpus.

Petrificus Totalus.

Well done, Neville.

Stupefy.

- Stupefy.
- Stupefy.

Stupefy.

Reducto.

Get back to the door.

Department of Mysteries. They
got that bit right, didn't they?

The voices.

Can you tell what they're saying?

There aren't any voices, Harry.

Let's get out of here.

I hear them too.

Harry, it's just an empty archway.

Please, Harry.

Get behind me.

Did you actually believe...

...or were you truly naive enough to think...

...that children stood a chance against us?

I'll make this simple for you, Potter.

Give me the prophecy now...

...or watch your friends die.

Don't give it to him, Harry.

Get away from my godson.

Now, listen to me. Take the
others and get out of here.

What? No, I'm staying with you.

You've done beautifully.

Now, let me take it from here.

Black.

Expelliarmus!

Nice one, James.

Avada Kedavra.

No. No.

I killed Sirius Black.

- You coming to get me?
- Crucio.

You've got to mean it, Harry.

She killed him. She deserves it.

You know the spell, Harry.

Do it.

So weak.

It was foolish of you to
come here tonight, T om.

The Aurors are on their way.

By which time I shall be gone, and you...

...shall be dead.

You've lost, old man.

Harry.

So weak.

So vulnerable.

Look at me.

Harry, it isn't how you are alike.

It's how you are not.

Harry?

You're the weak one...

...and you'll never know love or friendship.

And I feel sorry for you.

You're a fool, Harry Potter.

And you will lose everything.

He's back.

I know how you feel, Harry.

No, you don't.

It's my fault.

No, the fault is mine.

I knew it was only a matter of time...

...before Voldemort made
the connection between you.

I thought by distancing myself
from you, as I have done all year...

...he'd be less tempted, and
therefore you might be more protected.

The prophecy said:

"Neither one can live while
the other one survives."

It means one of us is gonna have
to kill the other, in the end.

Yes.

Why didn't you tell me?

For the same reason you tried to save Sirius.

The same reason your friends saved you.

After all these years,
after all you've suffered...

...I didn't want to cause you any more pain.

I cared too much about you.

How come you're not at the feast?

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

That's awful.

Oh, it's all good fun.

But as it's the last night,
I really do need them back.

Do you want any help finding them?

I'm sorry about your godfather, Harry.

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

That's all right.

Anyway, my mum always said...

...the things we lose have a way
of coming back to us in the end.

If not always in the way we expect.

Think I'll just go have some pudding.

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

What's that?

That even though we've
got a fight ahead of us...

...we've got one thing
that Voldemort doesn't have.

Yeah?

Something worth fighting for.