RON
C’mon, Harry. We’ve got a game to win.

CLOSE UP - QUAFFLE, as it ROCKETS into the AIR…

60 EXT. QUIDDITCH PITCH - DAY

Instantly, Slytherin snatches the Quaffle and rushes en masse toward Gryffindor’s end, weaving and passing with wicked skill, culminating in a vicious, slicing shot on goal. Just when it appears it will clear the hoop, Ron streaks out of nowhere and sends the Quaffle screaming in the opposite direction. Ginny pauses on her broom, stunned.

GINNY
What’s gotten into him?
She glances up at Harry, circling high above and he grins. Just then, Dean streaks by:

DEAN
Ginny! Let’s go!

Instantly, she rolls backwards, jets off and races down her fellow Chasers. Flying in spread formation, Dean–on the far wing–starts the Quaffle “up the line” until it lands in Ginny’s hand. Pitching herself into a wide slide to avoid a PAIR of WHISTLING BLUDGERS, she leans recklessly off her broom and whips the Quaffle through the goal untouched.

As the CROWD SCREAMS, Harry eyes the Gryffindor section, where Luna’s LION HAT ROARS, Lavender CLAPS for Ron and Hermione sits with her arms crossed, a look of supreme annoyance on her face. Harry grins, jets off.

61 INT. GRYFFINDOR COMMOM ROOM - NIGHT

The room teems with students celebrating Gryffindor’s victory. It feels like Mardi Gras. Or a mosh pit. Or a riot. And Ron is right smack in the middle of it.

CROWD
Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!

Harry takes his backslaps on the periphery, smiling as he sips a Butterbeer and enjoys Ron’s turn in the spotlight.

HERMIONE
Ron seems to be enjoying himself.

HARRY
Yep. Apparently it’s his lucky day.

—

Here is the fight surrounding The Burrow.

Without hesitation, she races for the reeds.

84 EXT. REEDS (SURROUNDING BURROW) - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT

Harry careens through the marsh, reeds flashing past, then spies Bellatrix. She GRINS, looking like a crazed wood nymph, then flits off, her LAUGHTER mocking him. As he pursues, FIRE SNAKES through the reeds toward him.

NEW ANGLE

Fred, George, Ron and Arthur fan out, running full-out, their feet kicking up SPARKS as SHADOWS splinter throughout the reeds. It’s like chasing ghosts.

NEW ANGLE(S)

Ginny, copper hair gleaming, races through the reeds.

Bellatrix leads Harry on, grinning madly.

Ginny comes dashing to a halt, chest heaving as she peers into the smoking marsh. A HUGE FIGURE QUIVERS through a veil of smoke. Ginny’s eyes SHIFT, see Bellatrix racing forward through the reeds, then SHIFT back as the veil of smoke evaporates, reveals…Greyback. Bellatrix makes an ODD, CLICKING noise–like a signal–and Greyback edges forward, sweeping away the reeds in front of him and revealing…

…Harry as he pelts forward.

GINNY
No, Harry! It’s a trap!

Harry falters, looking toward Ginny’s voice and spies Greyback. Bellatrix stops dead, wheels in her tracks and, seeing Ginny, SHRIEKS with RAGE. Raising her wand, she fires a BOLT of RED LIGHT which explodes in a SHOWER of SPARKS around Ginny. Ginny fires back, then wheels away, flashing through the reeds coming face to face with…

Greyback, sharp teeth glittering.

GREYBACK
Don’t you smell clean.

Just then, a BOLT OF BLUE bursts off Greyback’s back and he turns, sees Harry standing several yards off. As Greyback gives chase, Ginny pelts after and we CUT back and forth between Harry, Ginny and the beast between them, faster and faster, their BREATHS shortening until…

Greyback rushes into a clearing, panting, glancing about.

Just then, TWIN BOLTS of light blast from opposite sides of the clearing and Greyback is lifted in the air, slammed to the ground. As he regains his feet he looks into the reeds and sees Harry and Ginny, wands poised. He grins…when Bellatrix’s odd, CLICKING signal carries through the night once again. Turning away, he exits.

Harry and Ginny slowly step out of the reeds, stare at each other wordlessly. Then…Ron, Fred, George, Arthur and Lupin come thrashing into the clearing, stop. All around them, the reeds SMOKE, the flames dying. Across the marsh, Bellatrix’s cackle rises briefly on the air–then all is quiet.

HERMIONE (O.S.)
You’re lucky you weren’t killed.

85 INT. CORRIDOR/HOGWARTS CASTLE - SAME TIME - DAY

Hermione reads the Daily Prophet as she walks alongside Harry. The HEADLINE is GLOOMY: `MORE DISAPPEARANCES.`

HERMIONE
You have to realize who you are, Harry.

HARRY
(sharply) I know who I am, Hermione, alright? (frowning) Sorry.

HERMIONE
So tell me what Arthur said.

HARRY
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.

HERMIONE
What would Draco want with a Vanishing Cabinet?

HARRY
You tell me.

Hermione frowns, pondering this. Then:

HERMIONE
He looks different, don’t you think? Draco. Almost…ill.

HARRY
Who could tell the difference?

—

Here is a scene with Harry and Dumbledore when they go into Slughorns memory, the one where he doesn’t tell Tom about Horcruxes. I also have the scene where Slughorn does tell Tom about Horcruxes and will post that after.

LAVENDER BROWN
That’s my Won-Won.

HERMIONE
Excuse me, I have to go vomit.

As Hermione exits, Harry spies Ginny, in an alcove, sitting by as Dean laughs with SEAMUS. Looking up, she sees Harry, gives a feeble wave. He waves back.

CUT TO:

86 INT. DUMBLEDORE’S OFFICE - NIGHT

HARRY’S FACE PLUNGING INTO WATER, BREAKING THE SURFACE…

87 INT. SLUGHORN’S OFFICE/YEARS PAST - NIGHT

We emerge from the CRACKLING EMBERS of a FIREPLACE. A much younger–and more smartly dressed–Slughorn probes a dish of CRYSTALLIZED PINEAPPLE as he holds court before 16-YEAR- OLD TOM RIDDLE and five other BOYS. The CRYSTAL HOURGLASS sits on a side table.

TOM RIDDLE
Sir, is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring?

Slughorn chuckles, wags a sugar-encrusted finger at Riddle.

SLUGHORN
Now, Tom, I couldn’t tell you if I knew, could I? I must say, m’boy, I’d like to know where you get your informatoion. More knowledgable than half the staff, you are.
(as the other boys laugh) By the way, thank you for the pineapple–you’re quite right, it is my favourite–how is it you knew?

TOM RIDDLE
Intuition.

Riddle smiles but his expression suggests intuition had nothing to do with it. Slughorn chuckles uneasily.

SLUGHORN
Good gracious, look at the time. Off you go, boys, or Professor Dippett will have us all indetention. Lestrange, Avery, don’t forget your essays…

As the others file out, Slughorn busies himself with some papers when–Ping!–he turns, finds Riddle still there, standing by the crystal hourglass.

SLUGHORN
Look sharp, Tom. You don’t want to be caught out of bed after hours…

TOM RIDDLE
I know a secret shortcut or two.

SLUGHORN
Yes, I imagine you do. Something on your mind, Tom?

TOM RIDDLE
Yes sir. I couldn’t think of anyone else to go to. The other Professors, well, they’re not like you. They might…misunderstand.

SLUGHORN
Go on.

Riddle slips off the RING on his left hand, begins to roll it between his fingers. It is set with a BLACK STONE.

TOM RIDDLE
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…

Suddenly a DENSE FOG engulfs the room and SLUGHORN’S VOICE twists into an ANGRY SHRIEK:

SLUGHORN
I don’t know anything about such things and I wouldn’t tell you if I did! Now get out of here at once and don’t ever let me catch you mentioning it again!

The FOG grows thicker and…

88 INT. DUMBLEDORE’S OFFICE - NIGHT

…CAMERA emerges from the swirling Pensieve. Harry blinks,
finds Dumbledore studying him from across the room.

DUMBLEDORE
Confused? I would be surprised if you weren’t.