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Harry Potter: Thank you.

Are you okay?

Hermione Granger: Again? You mean the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before? Ron Weasley: Of course. Don't you see? Lucius Malfoy must have opened it when he was at school here. And now he's taught Draco how to do it.

Maybe. We'll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure.

Ron Weasley: Enlighten me. Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight, in the middle of a girl's lavatory? Don't you think we'll get caught?

Heh… No. No one ever comes in here.

Ron Weasley: Why?

Moaning Myrtle.

Ron Weasley: Who?

Moaning Myrtle.

Ron Weasley: Who's Moaning Myrtle? Moaning Myrtle: I'm Moaning Myrtle! I wouldn't expect you to know me! Who would ever talk about ugly, miserable, moping Moaning Myrtle? Huh…aaaah!

She's a little sensitive.

Gilderoy Lockhart: Gather 'round, gather 'round! Can everybody see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent! In light of the dark events of recent weeks, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little Dueling Club to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves, as I myself have done on countless occasions- for full details, see my published works. Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape. He has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration. Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry- you'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him, never fear. One, two, three. Severus Snape: Expelliarmus! Gilderoy Lockhart: Whoaah!

Do you think he's all right?

Harry Potter: I know. I mean, I accidentally set a python on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once. Uh, once! But, so what? I bet loads of people here can do it.

No, they can't. It's not a very common gift, Harry. This is bad.

Harry Potter: What's bad? If I hadn't told that snake not to attack Justin. Ron Weasley: Oh, that's what you said to it! Harry Potter: You were there! You heard me! Ron Weasley: I heard you speaking Parseltongue. Snake language? Harry Potter: I spoke a different language? But- I didn't realize I- how can I speak a language without knowing I can?

I don't know, Harry, but it sounded like you were egging the snake on, or something. Harry, listen to me. There's a reason the symbol of Slytherin House is a serpent. Salazar Slytherin was a Parselmouth. He could talk to snakes, too.

Ron Weasley: Exactly! Now the whole school's gonna think you're his great- greatgreat grandson, or something. Harry Potter: But I'm not… I can't be.

He lived a thousand years ago; for all we know, you could be.

Hermione Granger: Everything's set. We just need a bit of who you're changing into. Harry Potter: Crabbe and Goyle.

We also need to make sure that the real Crabbe and Goyle can't burst in on us while we're interrogating Malfoy.

Ron Weasley: How?

I've got it all worked out. I filled these with a simple Sleeping Draught. Simple, but powerful. Now, once they're asleep hide them in the broomstick cupboard and pull out a few of their hairs, and put on their uniforms.

Ron Weasley: Whose hair are you ripping out then?

I've already got mine. Millicent Bulstrode– Slytherin- I got this off her robes. I'm going to go check on the Polyjuice Potion. Make sure that Crabbe and Goyle find these.

Ron Weasley: Ugh- essence of Crabbe.

Cheers!

Ron Weasley: I think I'm gonna be sick!

Me too.

Harry Potter: Hermione, are you okay?

Just go. You're wasting time!

Moaning Myrtle: Ahh! Wait till you see. It's awful! He- ha, ha, he- hee! Harry Potter: Hermione? A- are you OK? Moaning Myrtle: Aaah!

Do you remember me telling you that the Polyjuice Potion was only for human transformations? It was cat's hair I plucked off Millicent Bulstrode's robes. Look at my face.

Harry Potter: It was Hagrid. Hagrid opened the Chanter of Secrets fifty years ago.

It can't be Hagrid. It just can't be.

Ron Weasley: We don't even know this Tom Riddle. He sounds like a dirty, rotten snitch to me. Harry Potter: The monster had killed somebody, Ron. What would any of us have done?

Look. Hagrid's our friend. Why don't we just go and ask him about it?

Ron Weasley: That'll be a cheerful visit! “Hello, Hagrid! Tell us, have you been setting anything mad and hairy loose in the castle lately?” Rubeus Hagrid: Mad and hairy? You wouldn't be talking about me now, would ya?

No!

Harry Potter: W- what's that you've got, Hagrid? Rubeus Hagrid: Oh, It's a- Flesh-Eatin' Slug Repellent. For the Mandrakes, ya know. Now, accordin' to Professor Sprout, they've still got a bit o' growing up to do. But, once their acne's cleared up, we'll be able to chop 'em up and stew 'em, and then we'll get those people down at the hospital un-Petrified. In the meantime, though, you three had best be lookin' after yourselves. All right? Hmm. Rubeus Hagrid: Hello, Neville! Neville Longbottom: Harry- I don't know who did it, but you'd better come! Come on!

It had to be a Gryffindor. Nobody else knows our password- unless it wasn't a student.

Neville Longbottom: Harry- it's Hermione! Ron Weasley: Uhh-um… Welcome back, Hermione.

It's good to be back! Congratulations! I can't believe you solved it!

Harry Potter: Well, we had loads of help from you. We couldn't have done it without you.

Thanks.

Minerva McGonagall: Could I have your attention, please? Albus Dumbledore: Before we begin the feast, let us have a round of applause for Professor Sprout and Madame Pomfrey, whose Mandrake juice has been so successfully administered to all who had been Petrified. Also, in light of the recent events, as a school treat, all exams have been canceled.

Oh, no!

Maid: Housekeeping. I'll come back later. Ron Weasley: I'm warning you, Hermione. Keep that bloody beast of yours away from Scabbers, or I'll turn it into a tea cozy.

It's a cat, Ronald. What do you expect? It's in his nature.

Ron Weasley: A cat? Is that what they told you? Looks more like a pig with hair.

That's rich... coming from the owner of that smelly old shoe brush. Crookshanks, just ignore the mean little boy.

Ron Weasley: Harry.

Harry.

Harry Potter: Egypt. What's it like? Ron Weasley: Brilliant. Loads of old stuff... like mummies, tombs, even Scabbers enjoyed himself.

You know the Egyptians used to worship cats?

Molly Weasley: Quick. Quick. Ron, Ron! Oh, for goodness' sake! Don't lose him! Harry Potter: I didn't mean to blow her up. I just... I lost control. Ron Weasley: Brilliant.

Honestly, Ron, it's not funny. Harry was lucky not to be expelled.

Harry Potter: I think I was lucky not to be arrested actually. Ron Weasley: I still think it was brilliant.

Come on. Everywhere else is full.

Ron Weasley: Who do you think that is?

Professor R.J. Lupin.

Ron Weasley: Do you know everything? How is it she knows everything?

It's on his suitcase, Ronald.

Ron Weasley: Oh. Harry Potter: Do you think he's really asleep?

Seems to be. Why?

Harry Potter: I gotta tell you something. Ron Weasley: Let me get this straight. Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban to come after you? Harry Potter: Yeah.

But they'll catch Black, won't they? I mean, everyone's looking for him.

Ron Weasley: Sure. Except no one's ever broken out of Azkaban before... and he's a murderous, raving lunatic. Harry Potter: Thanks, Ron.

Why are we stopping? We can't be there yet.

Ron Weasley: What's going on? Harry Potter: I don't know. Maybe we've broken down.

Ouch, Ron. That was my foot.

Ron Weasley: There's something moving out there. I think... someone's coming aboard. Ron Weasley: Bloody hell! What's happening?

Harry. Harry, are you all right?

Albus Dumbledore: Welcome! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! Now, I'd like to say a few words... before we all become too befuddled by our excellent feast. First, I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin... who's kindly consented to fill the post... of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Good luck, Professor.

Of course. That's why he knew to give you the chocolate, Harry.

Draco Malfoy: Potter. Is it true you fainted? I mean, you actually fainted? Ron Weasley: Shove off, Malfoy. Harry Potter: How did he find out?

Just forget it.

Sybill Trelawney: Welcome, my children. In this room, you shall explore the noble art of Divination. In this room, you shall discover if you possess the Sight. Hello. I am Professor Trelawney. Together we shall cast ourselves into the future. This term, we'll focus on Tasseomancy, the art of reading tea leaves. So please, take the cup of the person sitting opposite you. What do you see? The truth lies buried like a sentence deep within a book, waiting to be read. But first, you must broaden your minds. First, you must look beyond.

What a load of rubbish.

Ron Weasley: Where did you come from?

Me? I've been here all this time.

Ron Weasley: Ancient Runes? Exactly how many classes are you taking?

A fair few.

Ron Weasley: Hang on. That's not possible. Ancient Runes is in the same time as Divination. You have to be in two classes at once.

Don't be silly Ron. How could anyone be in two classes at once? Broaden your minds. Use your Inner Eye to see the future!.

Rubeus Hagrid: That's it. Come on, now. Come closer. Less talking, if you don't mind. I got a real treat for you today. A great lesson. So follow me. Right, you lot. Less chattering. Form a group over there. And open your books to page 49. Draco Malfoy: Exactly how do we do that? Rubeus Hagrid: Just stroke the spine, of course. Goodness me. Draco Malfoy: Don't be such a wimp, Longbottom. Neville Longbottom: I'm okay. Okay.

I think they're funny.

Draco Malfoy: Oh, yeah. Terribly funny. Really Witty. God, this place has gone to the dogs. Wait until Father hears Dumbledore's got this oaf teaching classes. Harry Potter: Shut up, Malfoy. Draco Malfoy: D-Dementor! Dementor!

Just ignore him.

Pansy Parkinson: Does it hurt terribly, Draco? Draco Malfoy: It comes and it goes. Still, I consider myself lucky. Madam Pomfrey said another minute and I could've lost my arm. I couldn't do homework for weeks. Ron Weasley: Listen to the idiot. He's really laying it on thick, isn't he? Harry Potter: At least Hagrid didn't get fired.

Yeah but I heard Draco's father's furious. We haven't heard the end of this.

Seamus Finnigan: He's been sighted! He's been sighted! Ron Weasley: Who? Seamus Finnigan: Sirius Black!

Dufftown? That's not far from here.

Ron Weasley: When did she get here?

Boggarts are shape-shifters. They take the shape of whatever a particular person fears the most. That's what makes them so...

Severus Snape: Turn to page 394. Harry Potter: Excuse me, sir. Where's Professor Lupin? Severus Snape: That's not really your concern, is it, Potter? Suffice it to say your professor finds himself incapable of teaching... at the present time. Turn to page 394. Ron Weasley: Werewolves?

But sir, we just learned about red caps and hinkypunks. We're not meant to start that for weeks.

Severus Snape: Quiet. Ron Weasley: When did she come in? Did you see her come in? Severus Snape: Now, which one of you can tell me the difference... between an Animagus and a werewolf? No one? How disappointing.

Please, sir. An Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice. With each full moon, when he transforms, he no longer remembers who he is. He'd kill his best friend if he crossed his path. Furthermore, the werewolf only responds to the call of its own kind.

Harry Potter: Oh, brilliant. Fred Weasley: You gave us a right good scare there, mate. Harry Potter: What happened? Ron Weasley: Well, you fell off your broom. Harry Potter: Really? I meant the match. Who won?

Umm... no one blames you, Harry. The dementors aren't supposed to come inside the grounds. Dumbledore's furious. As soon as he saved you, he sent them off.

Other: Now, how much do you want? Delicious.

It's meant to be the most haunted building in Britain. Did I mention that?

Ron Weasley: Twice.

Do you want to move a bit closer?

Ron Weasley: To the Shrieking Shack? Ron Weasley: Actually, I'm fine here. Draco Malfoy: Well, well. Look who's here. You two shopping for your new dream home? Bit grand for you, isn't it, Weasle-Bee? Don't your family sleep in uh... one room? Ron Weasley: Shut your mouth, Malfoy. Draco Malfoy: Uh, Not very friendly. Boys, I think it's time we teach Weasle-Bee how to respect his superiors.

Hope you don't mean yourself!

Draco Malfoy: How dare you talk to me! You filthy little mudblood! Who is that? Don't stand there! Do something! Vincent Crabbe: What? Ron Weasley: What's up, Malfoy? Lost your skis? Draco Malfoy: Get out of the way! Move! Vincent Crabbe: Malfoy! Wait! Wait!

Harry!

Ron Weasley: Those weasels! Never told me about any Marauder's Map.

But Harry isn't going to keep it. He's going to turn it over to Professor McGonagall. Aren't you?

Ron Weasley: Sure. Along with his Invisibility Cloak.

Oh, Look who it is. Madam Rosmerta. Ron fancies her.

Shrunken head: No underage wizards allowed in today! Shut the damn door!

So rude.

Ron Weasley: Gorgeous. Ron Weasley: Unless of course you've been ripped to pieces! Harry Potter: Ripped to pieces? What are you talking about?

Ronald has lost his rat.

Ron Weasley: I haven't lost anything! Your cat killed him!

Rubbish.

Ron Weasley: Harry, you've seen the way that bloodthirsty beast of hers... is always lurking about. And Scabbers is gone.

Well, maybe you should take better care of your pets!

Ron Weasley: Your cat killed him!

Did not.

Ron Weasley: Did.

Didn't.

Hermione Granger: How did it go, Hagrid? The hearing? Rubeus Hagrid: Well, first off, the committee members took turns... talking about why we were there. And then I got up and did my piece. Said how Buckbeak... was a good hippogriff, always cleaned his feathers. And then Lucius Malfoy got up. Well, you can imagine. He said Buckbeak was a deadly and dangerous creature... who would kill you as soon as look at you.

And then?

Sybill Trelawney: Broaden your minds. You must look beyond. The art of crystal gazing is in the clearing of the Inner Eye. Only then can you see. Try again. Now, what do we have here?

Oh, do you mind me trying? The Grim, possibly.

Hermione Granger: I can't believe they're going to kill Buckbeak. It's just too horrible. Ron Weasley: It just got worse. Draco Malfoy: Now I'll tell you. Father said... I can keep the hippogriff's head. I think I'll donate it to the Gryffindors' room. This is going to be rich. Look who's here. Come to see the show?

You! You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!

Ron Weasley: Hermione, no! He's not worth it. Vincent Crabbe: Malfoy, are you okay? Let's go. Quick. Draco Malfoy: Not a word to anyone, understood?

That felt good.

Ron Weasley: Not good, brilliant! Rubeus Hagrid: Look at him. Loves the smell of the trees when the wind blows through them. Harry Potter: Why don't we just set him free? Rubeus Hagrid: They'd know it was me, and then Dumbledore... would get into trouble. He's coming down, you know? Dumbledore. Says he wants to be with me when they... When it happens. Great man, Dumbledore. A great man.

We'll stay with you too, Hagrid.

Rubeus Hagrid: You'll do no such thing! Think I want you seeing something like that? No. You just drink your tea and be off. Oh. Before you do, Ron... Ron Weasley: Scabbers! You're alive! Rubeus Hagrid: Keep a closer eye on your pets, Ron.

I think that means you owe someone an apology.

Ron Weasley: Right. Next time I see Crookshanks, I'll let him know.

I meant me!

Ron Weasley: He bit me! Scabbers!

Ron. Ron! Ron!

Ron Weasley: Scabbers, come back! Harry Potter: Wait! Ron Weasley: Scabbers, you bit me!

Harry, you do realize what tree this is?

Harry Potter: That's not good. Ron, run! Ron Weasley: Harry, Hermione, run! It's the Grim! Harry!

Ron! Ron, wait! Harry!

Ron Weasley: Help! Harry Potter: Ron! Ron! Ron! Ron! Come on! Move!

Duck!

Hermione Granger: Harry!

Oh, I'm sorry.

Harry Potter: Don't worry.

Where do you suppose this goes?

Harry Potter: I have a hunch. I just hope I'm wrong.

We're in the Shrieking Shack, aren't we?

Harry Potter: Come on. Ron.

Ron. You're okay. The dog. Where is it?

Ron Weasley: Harry it's a trap. He's the dog. He's an Animagus.

If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to kill us too!

Remus Lupin: How long have you known?

Since Professor Snape set the essay.

Harry Potter: You okay? Ron Weasley: I'm fine. Go.

That looks really painful.

Ron Weasley: So painful. They might chop it.

I'm sure Madam Pomfrey will fix it in a heartbeat.

Sirius Black: Remus, my old friend! Have you taken your potion tonight? You know the man you truly are, Remus! This heart is where you truly live! This heart here! This flesh is only flesh! Harry Potter: Expelliarmus!

Harry!

Sirius Black: Remus! Remus! Run! Run! Harry Potter: Come on.

Wait! Wait!

Ron Weasley: Hermione! Bad idea. Bad idea.

Professor? Professor Lupin?

Harry Potter: Sirius! No. Sirius! Expecto Patronum!

Harry?

Harry Potter: I saw my dad.

What?

Harry Potter: He sent the dementors away. I saw him across the lake.

Listen Harry, they've captured Sirius. Any minute the dementors are going to perform the Kiss.

Harry Potter: You mean they're gonna kill him?

No. It's worse. Much worse. They're going to suck out his soul. Headmaster, you've got to stop them. They've got the wrong man.

Harry Potter: It's true. Sirius is innocent. Ron Weasley: It's Scabbers who did it. Albus Dumbledore: Scabbers? Ron Weasley: He's my rat, sir. He's not really a rat. He was a rat. He was my brother Percy's rat. But then they gave him an owl...

The point is, we know the truth. Please believe us.

Albus Dumbledore: I do, Miss Granger. But the word of three 13-year-old wizards will convince few others. A child's voice, however honest and true... is meaningless to those who have forgotten how to listen. Mysterious thing, time. Powerful... and when meddled with, dangerous. Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the Dark Tower. You know the laws, Miss Granger. You must not be seen. And you would do well, I feel, to return before this last chime. If not, the consequences are too ghastly to discuss. If you succeed tonight... more than one innocent life may be spared. Three turns should do it, I think. Oh, and by the way. When in doubt, I find retracing my steps to be a wise place to begin. Good luck. Ron Weasley: What the bloody hell was that all about?

Sorry, Ron, but seeing as you can't walk...

Harry Potter: What just happened? Where's Ron?

7:30. Where were we at 7:30?

Harry Potter: I don't know. Going to Hagrid's?

Come on. And we can't be seen.

Harry Potter: Hermione! Hermione! Hermione, wait. Hermione, will you please tell me what it is we're doing?

You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!

Harry Potter: That's us. Ron Weasley: Hermione, no! He's not worth it. Harry Potter: This is not normal.

This is a Time-Turner, Harry. McGonagall gave it to me first term. This is how I've been getting to my lessons all year.

Harry Potter: You mean we've gone back in time?

Yes. Dumbledore obviously wanted us to return to this moment. Clearly, something happened he wants us to change.

Harry Potter: Good punch.

Thanks. Malfoy's coming.

Vincent Crabbe: Run. Draco Malfoy: Not a word to anyone, understood? I'm gonna get that jumped-up mudblood! Mark my words.

That felt good.

Harry Potter: Look. Buckbeak's still alive.

Of course. Remember what Dumbledore said? If we succeed, more than one innocent life could be spared. Let's go.

Harry Potter: Here they come. I'd better hurry.

Fudge has to see Buckbeak before we steal him. Otherwise, he'll think Hagrid set him free.