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Harry Potter: I won't let Sirius die! Ginny Weasley: We heard Harry yelling. What's up? Harry Potter: Voldemort's broken into the Department of Mysteries. He's got Sirius there!

Think, Harry! Voldemort knows you! He knows you'd rush off to save Sirius.

Harry Potter: There isn't anyone else, Hermione! Everyone from the Order is gone! Ginny Weasley: Anything we can do to help? Harry Potter: No, there isn't!

Yes, they can, Harry.

Harry Potter: How?

Before we do anything, we need to establish that Sirius really isn't at Headquarters. Which means we'll need to break into Umbridge's office.

George Weasley: Might be able to. Fred Weasley: Just give us a few seconds.

Mind you, it's got to be really good!

Fred Weasley: It's been too quiet around here George Weasley: Time we did some real damage to this place.

We'll also need to keep everyone away from her office.

Ginny Weasley: We can do that! Me and Luna'll guard the hallway.

We'll probably only manage five minutes or so.

Harry Potter: That's all we'll need. Fred Weasley: Right. You've got ten minutes to get to Umbridge's office. And whatever you do, stay away from the Astronomy Tower for the next couple of hours. George Weasley: Unless they spread, in which case, I'd get out of the castle for a while.

Break out your Invisibility Cloak, Harry.

Dolores Umbridge: Well, well. Harry Potter: Hermione, no!

We have to tell her, Harry...

Harry Potter: I would rather die! Dolores Umbridge: Shut up, Potter! Now talk, you silly girl! Who were you talking to?

We were trying to find Professor Dumbledore. We had to tell him...

Dolores Umbridge: Tell him?

That it's ready. The weapon.

Dolores Umbridge: You and Mr. Potter will take me to it. Dolores Umbridge: Much further, is it?

Oh, yes. It's very well hidden.

Magorian: What are you doing in our forest? Dolores Umbridge: Your forest? This forest belongs to the Ministry of Magic! Dolores Umbridge: Stay back, you beasts! Dolores Umbridge: You cannot attack me! Any attack on a wizard by a half-breed--

Don't call them that!

Grawp: Grawp save Hermy! Harry Potter: Great plan, Hermione.

I thought it worked out rather nicely.

Ron Weasley: That's just what we were wondering. Ron Weasley: So, how do we get to the Ministry?

I'd imagine we should fly.

Harry Potter: We've got no brooms. Luna Lovegood: There are other ways to fly. Luna Lovegood: I mean, they can fly, and they're Harry Potter: What are those? Ron Weasley: What are what?

There's nothing there, Harry.

Harry Potter: Yeah. I'll know the way when I see it. Harry Potter: Who's there? Harry Potter: Sirius?

There's no one here, Harry. This isn't the right room.

Harry Potter: Does anyone else hear that? Luna Lovegood: I do. It's coming from the Veil. Luna Lovegood: There are people in there! Ron Weasley: What do you mean, people?

Harry, I think we should leave.

Ron Weasley: Harry, have you seen this? Ron Weasley: Er...it's got your name on it. Harry Potter: What's my name doing here?

Don't touch it, Harry!

Lucius Malfoy: Stop them!

Colloportus!

Harry Potter: Where'd the rest go?

Harry, they went the wrong way!

Harry Potter: How are you? Ron Weasley: Good as new, mate. Harry Potter: Better.

Come on, let's go in to the feast.

Harry Potter: I've got something to tell you. Something important. Harry Potter: But not right now. I'm not ready.

Take your time, Harry. We'll be here when you are.

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

What's that ?

Ginny Weasley: Harry's. Haven't seen him, have you? Apparently, he's wandering about the house.

Really?

Harry Potter: Really.

Harry!

Molly Weasley: But why didn't you tell us you were coming? Harry Potter: Didn't know. Dumbledore. Molly Weasley: That man. But then, what would we do without him? Ron! Ron Weasley: You've a bit of... Harry Potter: When'd you get here?

A few days ago. Though... for a bit, I wasn't sure I was coming.

Ron Weasley: Mum sort of lost it last week. Said Ginny and I had no business going back to Hogwarts. That it's too dangerous. Harry Potter: Oh come on...

She's not alone. Even my parents -- and they're Muggles -- know something bad is happening.

Ron Weasley: Anyway, Dad stepped in, told her she was being barmy. Took a day or two, but she came round. Harry Potter: But we're talking about Hogwarts. Dumbledore. What could be safer?

There's been a lot of chatter lately. That he's gotten... old.

Ron Weasley: Fred reckons people need a laugh these days. Harry Potter: Reckon he's right...

Oh no. Look.

Harry Potter: What just happened?

I don't know.

Harry Potter: It's happened. He's one of them. Ron Weasley: One of what?

Harry is under the impression that Draco Malfoy is now a Death Eater.

Ron Weasley: You're barking. What would You- Know-Who want with a sod like Malfoy? Harry Potter: So what's he doing in Borgin and Burke's? Browsing for furniture? Ron Weasley: It's a creepy shop. He's a creepy bloke. Harry Potter: Look. His father's 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.

Ron Weasley: Don' you worry. He'll be 'long soon 'nuff --

Will. You. Stop. Eating! Your best friend is missing!

Ron Weasley: Oi! Turn around, you lunatic. Ginny Weasley: He's covered in blood again. Why is it he's always covered in blood? Ron Weasley: Looks like his own this time.

Where've you been, Harry? And what happened to your face?

Harry Potter: Later. What've I missed? Ron Weasley: Sorting Hat urged us all to be brave and strong in these troubled times -- easy for it to say -- it's a hat, isn't it? First Years seemed to enjoy it, though. Wankers. Filch give you the wand outside? Harry Potter: Thanks...

What's happened to his hand?

Harry Potter: Crush it. Don't cut it.

No. The instructions specifically say to cut.

Harry Potter: No. Really --

Sh!

Harry Potter: Ever heard of this spell?

No I have not. And if you had a shred of self-respect you would turn that book in.

Ron Weasley: Not bloody likely. He's top of the class. Even better than you, Hermione. Slughorn thinks he's a genius. Ron Weasley: What?

I'd like to know just whose book that was. Let's take a look, shall we?

Harry Potter: No.

Why not?

Harry Potter: It's... old. The binding is fragile.

The binding is fragile?

Ginny Weasley: Who's the Half-Blood Prince?

The who?

Ron Weasley: The who? Ginny Weasley: That's what it says. Right here. 'This Book is the Property of the Half-Blood Prince.'

For weeks you carry around this book, practically sleep with it... and you have no desire to find out who The Half-Blood Prince is?

Harry Potter: I didn't say I wasn't curious. And, by the way, I don't sleep with it. Ron Weasley: Yeah. Right. Well, it's true. I like a nice chat before I go to bed. Now you're always reading that bloody book. It's like being with Hermione.

Well, I was curious. So I went to

Harry Potter: The library. Ron Weasley: The library. Harry Potter: And?

And... nothing. There's no reference to the Half-Blood Prince anywhere.

Rubeus Hagrid: Hey, you three!

What've you got there, Hagrid?

Rubeus Hagrid: Stinksap. Burn the whiskers right off yer chin. Trees 'ere are drippin' with it.

Stinksap? You're not sick, are you?

Rubeus Hagrid: It's not fer me. It's fer Aragog. Yeh remember Aragog, don' yeh? Ron Weasley: Spider? About six feet tall? Ten feet wide? Rubeus Hagrid: Tha's the one. He's taken ill. I'm hopin' ter nurse 'im back. Keep yer fingers crossed. Ron Weasley: Barking. Does he not remember that raving arachnid tried to eat us? What?

The Aurors. I know they're here to protect us, but... somehow I don't feel any safer.

Ron Weasley: Aw, bloody hell...

Oh, honestly, Ronald. They're just holding hands...

Hermione Granger: And snogging. Ron Weasley: I'd like to leave.

Leave? You can't be serious.

Ron Weasley: That happens to be my sister.

So? What if she looked over here and saw you snogging me? Would you expect her to get up and leave?

Leanne: I warned her! I warned her not to touch it! Ron Weasley: Harry, she's swallowing her tongue --

I'll get someone --

Horace Slughorn: Fascinating. And is that considered a dangerous profession?

No. Though, a boy named Robbie Fenwick did bite my father once. Needed ten stitches.

Horace Slughorn: Miss Weasley! Come in, come in. Ginny Weasley: Sorry, I'm not ordinarily late -- Horace Slughorn: No matter. You'll be just in time for dessert. That is -- if Belby leaves you any.

Look at her eyes. They've been fighting again. Her and Dean.

Harry Potter: What?

Nothing.

Neville Longbottom: Good luck, eh, Ron? Seamus Finnigan: Counting on you, Ron. I've two Galleons on Gryffindor. Ron Weasley: So. How was it?

How was what?

Ron Weasley: Your dinner party.

Dead boring. Though I think Harry enjoyed dessert.

Hermione Granger: Ol' Sluggy's having a Christmas do, you know. And we're meant to bring someone... Ron Weasley: I expect you'll be going with McLaggen. Isn't he a member of the Slug Club?

Actually, I was going to ask you.

Ron Weasley: Really?

Really. But seeing as you have such a distaste for the idea --

Harry Potter: Yep. Apparently it's his lucky day.

You shouldn't have done it, Harry.

Harry Potter: Yeah. I suppose I could've just used, I dunno... a Confundus charm?

That was different. It was tryouts. This was an actual match --

Hermione Granger: Charms spell. Just practicing. Harry Potter: Ah. Well... they're really good.

How does it feel, Harry? When you see Dean with Ginny? I know, Harry. You're my best friend. I see how you look at her.

Lavender Brown: Oops. I think this room's taken. Ron Weasley: What's with the birds?

Oppugno!

Harry Potter: It feels like this. Ron Weasley: 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 was no stopping it. It's chemical. Will it last? Who knows? Point is, I'm a free agent.

He's at perfect liberty to kiss whomever he likes. I really couldn't care less. Was I under the impression that he and I would be attending Slughorn's Christmas party together? Yes. Of course, now, given the circumstances, I've had to make other arrangements.

Harry Potter: Have you?

Yes. Why?

Harry Potter: I just thought, you know, since neither one of us can take who we'd really like... maybe we'd go together. As friends.

Why didn't I think of that?

Harry Potter: So who are you taking?

Um... it's a surprise. Besides, it's you we need to worry about. And you can't pick just anyone. See that girl over there. That's Romilda Vane. Rumor has it she's trying to slip you a love potion.

Harry Potter: Really...?

Hey! She's only interested in you because she thinks you're the Chosen One. You know that, right?

Harry Potter: Cormac! That's who you invited!

I thought it would annoy Ron most. But he's a menace. He's got more tentacles than a Snarfalump plant.

Waiter: Dragon tartar?

No thank you.

Waiter: Just as well. They give one horribly bad breath.

On second thought -- maybe it'll keep Cormac at bay. Oh no, here he comes!

Harry Potter: I know who I am, Hermione, alright?

Sorry. So tell me what Arthur said.

Harry Potter: If Dumbledore's traveling places, it's news to the Ministry. But get this: that night at Borgin & Burkes? It seems Draco was looking at a Vanishing Cabinet.

What would Draco want with a Vanishing Cabinet?

Harry Potter: You tell me.

He looks different, don't you think? Draco. Almost... ill.

Harry Potter: Who could tell the difference? Ron Weasley: Lav, c'mon. Of course I'll wear it. Lavender Brown: That's my Won-Won.

Excuse me, I have to go vomit.

Harry Potter: Nice.

You're going to have to persuade him somehow. And now, I'm afraid, you've made it a lot harder.

Harry Potter: Hermione. I think Malfoy's leaving the castle. Harry Potter: I've seen it. Sometimes... sometimes he just disappears off the Map.

That's... not possible. No one can leave the castle these days. The Map is wrong.

Lavender Brown: I happen to be his girlfriend.

I happen to be his... friend.

Lavender Brown: Don't make me laugh. You haven't spoken in weeks. I suppose you want to make up with him now that he's suddenly all interesting.

He's been poisoned, you daft dimbo! And for the record, I've always found him interesting.

Lavender Brown: Ha! See? He senses my presence. I'm here, Won-Won. I'm here -- Ron Weasley: Er... My... Nee... Er! My! Nee! Albus Dumbledore: Ah, to be young and feel love's keen sting. Come, everyone, I think Mr. Weasley is well tended. Ginny Weasley: Bout time, don't you think? Horace Slughorn: I've always cherished my students. They're my life...

Oh shut up.

Hermione Granger: Ron. Stop. You're making it snow. Ron Weasley: Huh? Ron Weasley: Tell me again how I broke up with Lavender?

Um, well, she came to visit you in the hospital, you see, and you talked -- I don't believe it was a long conversation --

Ron Weasley: Don't get me wrong. I'm bloody thrilled to be shot of her. It's just she seems... a bit put out.

Does, doesn't she? And you say you don't remember a thing from that night? Not one thing?

Ron Weasley: Well... there is... something. But no. It can't be. Besides, I was completely boggled, wasn't I?

Right. Boggled...

Harry Potter: Excellent. Really excellent.

Now remember. Slughorn usually eats early, takes a short walk and then returns to his office.

Harry Potter: Right. I'm going down to Hagrid's.

What? No, Harry -- you've got to go see Slughorn. We have a plan --

Harry Potter: No. I've got a good feeling about going to Hagrid's. I feel like it's the place to be tonight, know what I mean?

No.

Harry Potter: Hermione, is the Room of Requirement unplottable?

If one wants it to be. Why?

Harry Potter: It would explain why I thought Malfoy was leaving the castle when he disappeared off the Map. Harry Potter: He was going to the Room of Requirement.

Of course, and that explains the Vanishing Cabinet as well!

Ron Weasley: No. I got an owl from Dad this morning. The one at Borgin & Burke's? It's still there. Harry Potter: But I'm telling you. I saw it -- Harry Potter: What if there are two? Vanishing cabinets.

What if there are?

Minerva McGonagall: Potter. Minerva McGonagall: Potter, in light of what's happened... should you feel the need to talk to someone... Minerva McGonagall: You should know... Professor Dumbledore... Minerva McGonagall: You meant a great deal to him.

Dumbledore.

Harry Potter: Do you think he would've done it. Draco? Harry Potter: No. He was lowering his wand. In the end, it was Snape. It was always Snape. And I did nothing...

Strange. Thinking this is a piece of Voldemort's soul...

Harry Potter: Yeah, strange. Only... it's not. It's a fake. Harry Potter: Go on. 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.'

Harry Potter: Dunno. But whoever they are, they have the real Horcrux. Which means, it was 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.

Harry Potter: I'm not coming back, Hermione.

We reckoned -- Ron and me.

Harry Potter: I have to finish what Dumbledore started. I'm not sure where that will lead me... but I'll let you and Ron konw where I am -- when I can.

I've always admired your courage, Harry, but sometimes... you're really thick.

Hermione Granger: You don't honestly think you can find all those Horcruxes by yourself, do you? You need us, Harry. Harry Potter: Yeah. I do. But do me a favor. When I'm around? Keep the snogging to a minimum.

Like that's going to happen.

Hermione Granger: Besides, he's barking. Harry Potter: Funny, he says the same about you.

Yes, but I'm exceptionally perceptive.

Harry Potter: You're brilliant. You both are.

Do you think we'll ever... come back?

Rufus Scrimgeour: These are dark times, there is no denying. Our world has perhaps faced no greater threat than it does today. But I say this to our citizenry: we, ever your servants, continue to defend your liberty and repel the forces that would seek to take it from you. Your Ministry remains strong... Mrs. Granger: Hermione. Your tea is ready, dear.

Coming, Mum.

Mrs. Granger: Don't you look lovely. All packed? Mr. Granger: Are you sure these biscuits are sugar-free? Mrs. Granger: Quite sure, dear. See the big bold letters that say 'Sugar Free'? Dead giveaway. Mr. Granger: Mm. Yes. Hello, kitten. Don't you look lovely. Mrs. Granger: Darling, don't be suspicious the biscuits taste so good, be grateful the company's so clever...

Obliviate.