HP e A Pedra Filosofal - Complete Screenplay

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1 EXT. PRIVET DRIVE - NIGHT 1
Dark at this hour, except for the STREET LAMPS that dot the
street, spilling deep pools of light upon the ground.
On the far corner, a MAN MATERIALIZES out of the darkness. He

is tall and thin, with a silver beard long enough to tuck
into his belt. He wears a PURPLE CLOAK and is roughly one
hundred and fifty years old. He is ALBUS DUMBLEDORE.
Dumbledore removes a small silver object from his cloak—the

PUT-OUTER. He extends his hand and—CLICK—the nearest street
lamp GOES OUT with a soft pop. He continues to click the Put-
Outer until all the lamps go DARK.
He turns, spies a CAT, sitting on the wall of Number Four. He

smiles knowingly.
DUMBLEDORE
I should have known you'd be here,
Professor McGonagall.
The cat leaps forward, TRANSFIGURES itself into a rather

severe-looking woman in an EMERALD CLOAK.
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL
Are the rumors true, Albus?
DUMBLEDORE
(smile fading)
I'm afraid so. The good. And the
bad.
And the boy?
DUMBLEDORE
Hagrid's bringing him.
You think it...wise...to trust
Hagrid with something as important
as this?
DUMBLEDORE
I would trust Hagrid with my life,
Professor.
A LOW RUMBLE disturbs the skies. Dumbledore and McGonagall

look up and—suddenly—a HUGE MOTORCYCLE plummets through the
clouds, hits the ground with a THUNDEROUS ROAR. As the SMOKE
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clears, a FIGURE climbs off. He is HAGRID and is, quite

obviously, a GIANT. In his vast, muscular arms, he holds a
BUNDLE of BLANKETS.
HAGRID
Ev'ning, professor Dumbledore, sir.
Professor McGonagall.
DUMBLEDORE
No problems, I take it, Hagrid?
HAGRID
No sir. Little tyke fell ter sleep
as we was flyin' o'er Bristol.
Hagrid steps forward and Dumbledore takes the bundle, turns

toward the doorstep.
Albus, do you really think it best
to leave him here, with these
people? I've been watching them all
day. They're the worst sort of
Muggles imaginable. They're...
DUMBLEDORE
The only family he has.
But this boy will be famous. There
won't be a child in our world who
doesn't know his name...
DUMBLEDORE
Exactly. It would be enough to turn
any boy's head. Famous before he
can walk and talk. Famous for
something he won't even remember.
No. He'll be much better off
growing up away from all that.
Until he's ready.
Dumbledore lays the bundle on the mat. Hagrid SNIFFLES.
DUMBLEDORE
There, there, Hagrid. It's not
eally goodbye, after all.
Hagrid hods. Dumbledore tucks a PARCHMENT ENVELOPE into the

blankets and steps back, his face suddenly dark. Serious.
DUMBLEDORE
Good luck, Harry Potter.
The CAMERA DOLLIES forward, toward the swaddled baby. A CUT,

still fresh, gleams on the baby's forehead. It is in the
shape of a BOLT of LIGHTNING. SMASH CUT TO TEN YEARS LATER.
2 INT. CUPBOARD - NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MORNING 2
A pair of blinking GREEN EYES jerk into the light.
WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)

Up! Now!
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
WOMAN'S VOICE
I said now!
FOOTSTEPS RECEDE and HARRY POTTER, now ten years old, swings
his skinny legs to the floor. He's small, which is lucky
since his room is not really a room at all, but merely a
cupboard under the stairs.
Abruptly, the cupboard begins to SHAKE, DUST spilling from

the joists above Harry's head. Calmly, Harry takes a pair of
EYEGLASSES—taped at the bridge with Sellotape—from a nail.
3 EXT. HALLWAY - DAY 3
Harry comes blinking out the cupboard door, watches his

enormous cousin, DUDLEY, thunder down the last step. Just
then, Harry's Aunt Petunia appears in the kitchen ahead.
AUNT PETUNIA
There's the birthday boy! Don't you
look smart for your trip to the
zoo.
(scowling at Harry)
You mind the bacon. And don't dare
let it burn. I want everything
perfect on my Dimplin's special
day.
HARRY
Yes, Aunt Petunia.
4 INT. KITCHEN - DAY 4
Harry enters, finds his UNCLE VERNON reading the Daily Mail
behind a monstrous PILE OF PRESENTS.
UNCLE VERNON
Bring my coffee, boy.
HARRY
Yes, Uncle Vernon.
Dudley enters, stares at the presents.
DUDLEY
How many are there?
UNCLE VERNON
Thirty-six. Counted them myself.
DUDLEY
Thirty-six. But last year...last
year I had thirty-seven...
UNCLE VERNON
Well now, son, some of these are
quite a bit bigger than last year--
DUDLEY
I DON'T CARE HOW BIG THEY ARE!
AUNT PETUNIA
Now, now, here's what we'll do.
Today, when we're out, we'll buy
you two more presents. How's that,
popkin?
DUDLEY
So then I'll have...I'll have...
HARRY
Thirty-eight, popkin.
Aunt Petunia cuffs Harry on the head on her way to the

RINGING TELEPHONE.
AUNT PETUNIA
You just mind that bacon!
HARRY
Yes, Aunt Petunia.
As Dudley tears open a BOX of LEAD SOLDIERS, Uncle Vernon

ruffles his hair.
UNCLE VERNON
Want your money's worth, don't you,
tiger. Well, look there. Aunt
Marge's sent you the Fourth
Battalion?
Dudley twists the head off one.
DUDLEY
This one's lost its head.
UNCLE VERNON
Well now, son. Remember, we talked
about this. They're not meant to
move...
As Dudleyrtosses the damaged soldier aside, Harry studies it

closely, then...Aunt Petunia HANGS UP the phone, turns.
AUNT PETUNIA
Bad news. Mrs. Figgs' broken her
leg. She can't take him.
UNCLE VERNON
We could phone Yvonne.
AUNT PETUNIA
Don't be silly. She hates the boy.
HARRY
You could just leave me here.
UNCLE VERNON
And come back to find the house in
ruins?
DUDLEY
I...Don't...Want...Him...To...Come!
He... always... spoils...
everything!
AUNT PETUNIA
Now, precious, don't cry. He won't
spoil anything. What if Mummy buys
you three more presents.
DUDLEY
Three?
AUNT PETUNIA
As many as you want, sweetums.
As Aunt Petunia cuddles him, Dudley shoots Harry a nasty grin

through the gap in his mother's arms.
5 EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - A BIT LATER 5
As Harry gets in the car, Uncle Vernon leans close.
UNCLE VERNON
I'm warning you now, boy. Any funny
business, any at all, and you'll
have no meals for a week...
6 EXT. ZOO - DAY 6
Happy children walk hand in hand with their parents, as...
7 INT. REPTILE HOUSE - LATER - DAY 7
Dudley presses his pudgy nose to a gleaming plate of glass.
DUDLEY
Make it move.
Uncle Vernon looks over a zoo map at the HUGE BURMESE PYTHON
curled beyond the glass. RAPS his knuckles. Nothing.
HARRY
He's asleep.
DUDLEY
He's boring.
Dudley waddles away and the others follow, all but Harry, who
steps forward and rubs Dudley's noseprint from the glass.
HARRY
Sorry about him. He doesn't
understand what it's like, lying
there day after day, watching
people press their ugly faces in on
you...
The snake nods. Harry stops, looks off, then back. WHISPERS:
HARRY
Can you hear me?
The snake cocks its head and...winks.
HARRY
It's just, I've never talked to a
snake before. Do you, I mean...do
you talk to people often?
The snake regards Harry...then slowly shakes its head no.

Harry nods, looking a bit unnerved.
HARRY
So...you're from Burma, aren't you?

Was it nice there? Do you miss your
family?
(listening)
I see. That's me as well. I never
knew my parents either...
DUDLEY
MUMMY! DAD! COME HERE! You won't
believe what this snake is doing!
Dudley JABS Harry hard in the ribs, sending him tumbling to

the concrete, floor. Angry, Harry looks up as Dudley leans
against the^glass and it...VANISHES. Dudley flops forward,
the snake slithers out, and people run screaming.
Stunned, Harry watches the python slip into the sunshine,

then glances back to the snake tank. The glass has reappeared
and Dudley sits within, face pale, eyes frozen in terror.
8 INT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - LATER - DAY 8
Uncle Vernon, face purple with rage, drags Harry by the ear.
HARRY
I swear, I don't know how it
happened! One minute the glass was
there and then it was gone. It was
like magic.
Uncle Vernon hurls Harry into the cupboard, stares hard.
UNCLE VERNON
There's...no...such...thing...as...
magic!
The door SLAMS. Harry sits quietly. Then, from his pocket, he
removes the damaged soldier Dudley had discarded earlier.
Reaching up, he places it on a dark shelf, next to half a

dozen others.
9 EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MORNING 9
A single OWL swoops down onto the Dursley's roof.
10 INT. KITCHEN - MORNING 10
Dudley parades about the kitchen in knickerbockers, tailcoat

and straw boater, tapping the floor with a KNOBBLY STICK,
while a teary Aunt Petunia snaps a photo with a FLASH CAMERA.
AUNT PETUNIA
Oh, Vernon, look at him. To think
in only a week he'll be off to
Smeltings.
UNCLE VERNON
Proudest moment of my life.
HARRY
(with dread)
Will I have to wear that too?
AUNT PETUNIA
You! Go to Smeltings? Don't be
stupid. You'll goto state school,
where you belong. That there'll be
yours, once I'm done dying it.
Harry glances at a tub of grey mud boiling on the stove.
HARRY
But that's Dudley's old uniform.
It'll fit me like bits of old
elephant skin.
AUNT PETUNIA
Fit you fine enough. Now fetch the
post.
11 INT. FRONT HALL - DAY 11
Three letters lie on the mat. A bill. A postcard. An envelope

of YELLOW PARCHMENT. Harry takes all, then stops, staring at
the envelope, which is addressed in EMERALD INK.
Mr. H. Potter
The Cupboard Under The Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
Harry turns the envelope over, finds a PURPLE WAX SEAL. It is

a COAT OF ARMS, surrounding a large letter H.
arry drops the post on the table and sits, staring in quiet
wonderment at his envelope. Uncle Vernon takes the postcard.
UNCLE VERNON
Marge's ill. Ate a funny whelk...
BAM! Dudley brings the Smelting stick down-hard on the table.
DUDLEY
Dad! Look! Harry's got a letter!
Quickly, Uncle Vernon SNATCHES it away.
HARRY
That's mine!
UNCLE VERNON
Yours. Who'd be writing to you—
Uncle Vernon's face goes pale.
13 INT. HALLWAY - DAY 13
The boys come flying into the hall, throw themselves against
the door as.it slams shut.
HARRY
I want my letter!
DUDLEY
I want my stick!
Harry and Dudley make a furious play for the keyhole, but
Dudley's size proves too much and Harry, glasses dangling
from one ear, settles for the crack between door and floor.
HARRY'S POV
of Uncle Vernon's thick black shoes pacing back and forth.
AUNT PETUNIA
Vernon. Look at the address. How
could they possibly know where he
sleeps? You don't think they're
watching the house?
UNCLE VERNON
Watching. Spying. Following us. We
both know the dangerous nonsense
your sister and her husband were
mixed up in.
AUNT PETUNIA
But what should we do, Vernon?
Should we write back. Tell them we
don't want—
UNCLE VERNON
No. We'll ignore it. If they don't
get an answer...Yes, that's
best...I'll burn it.
HARRY
NO! I WANT MY LETTER!
Uncle Vernon walks to the stove, flips on a gas jet. As the

letter BURNS, Harry POUNDS the door, and a MONTAGE BEGINS.
15 EXT. ROOF - NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MORNING 15
An OWL beats its way across the sky, flutters down upon the
TV ANTENNA, where TWO OTHER OWLS already sit.
16 INT. LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME 16
A frowning? Uncle Vernon stands before the TELLY, struggling

to unscramble a RUGBY MATCH. The CLICK of the MAIL SLOT is
heard and he turns.
17 INT. FRONT HALL -DAY 17
THREE MORE LETTERS lie on the mat. Uncle Vernon enters,

snatches them up, RIPS them to pieces.
18 INT. CUPBOARD - DAY 18
Harry sits sadly upon his bed, when...BANG! BANG! BANG!
19 INT. FRONT HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER 19
Harry eases open the cupboard door. Down the hallway, Uncle
Vernon stands swinging a hammer, mouth bulging with nails as
he POUNDS SHUT the mail slot.
20 EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MORNING 20
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Uncle Vernon exits the house with his briefcase, stops. FOUR
OWLS sit atop his Vauxhall. He watches curiously as they take
flight, then looks down. FOUR LETTERS lie at his feet.
21 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 21
The FIREPLACE BLAZES. Uncle Vernon pitches a handful of

LETTERS into the flames, turns. Harry stands watching.
22 EXT. ROOF - NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - SAME TIME 22
As the CHIMNEY SMOKES, FIVE OWLS sit in black silhouette

against a full moon.
23 EXT. KITCHEN WINDOW - NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MORNING 23
Aunt Petunia cracks an EGG. Inside is a LETTER. She cracks

another. Another LETTER. We PAN off the window to Dudley's
neglected BICYCLE. Perched atop the handlebars, seat and
tires are SIX OWLS. MONTAGE ENDS.
24 INT. LIVING ROOM - SUNDAY MORNING - DAY 24
Dudley lies on the floor, destroying another birthday toy, as

Aunt Petunia carefully sets a cup of coffee by Uncle Vernon,
who sits in an armchair, smiling strangely.
UNCLE VERNON
Fine day, Sunday. Best day of the
week in my opinion. Know why I say
that, Dudley?
HARRY
(entering)
Because there's no post on Sundays.
Uncle Vernon looks up brightly, but Harry's eyes are on the

window behind him. Outside, the sky is DARK WITH OWLS.
UNCLE VERNON
Right you are, Harry! No damn
letters today! No sir. Not one
blasted...
Just then, something WHIZZES DOWN the chimney and SMACKS

Uncle Vernon flat on the back of the head. Seconds later
another follows, and then another, until the living room is
aflock with...LETTERS. Harry leaps onto a table, trying to
snag one, when Uncle Vernon seizes him by the waist.
25 INT. HALLWAY - DAY 25
As Uncle Vernon stumbles out, Harry shakes free of his grasp

and stares dumbly: LETTERS swirl up and down the hall.
DUDLEY
Who on earth wants to talk to you
this badly!
A letter flutters on Harry's fingertips...before Uncle Vernon

sweeps it away, eyes crazed, SHOUTING CRAZILY:
UNCLE VERNON
That does it! We're going away! Far
away! Where they can't find us!
Where they can't get to us!
Dudley glances at his mother.
DUDLEY
Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?
26 EXT. HUT ON THE ROCK - NIGHT 26
A very sad-looking HUT sits perched upon a large ROCK far at

sea. Wind whistles. The sea rages.
27 INT. HUT ON THE ROCK - NIGHT 27
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia sleep on a lumpy bed in the

hut's only bedroom. Dudley SNORES on a moth-eaten sofa. Harry
lies on the bare floor beneath a ragged blanket. LIGHTNING
FLASHES. As the room goes dark again, Harry studies the
lighted dial of Dudley's watch. As it ticks toward midnight,
Harry puts the last touches to a BIRTHDAY CAKE he's etched in
the dust that layers the floor.
HARRY
Make a wish, Harry.
Closing his eyes, he...blows...and the "flames" of dust

scatter. Eyes still closed, Harry holds the wish when...
BOOM!
The DOOR SHUDDERS. HINGES squeal. A pin squirrels out of its

housing. Falls to the floor.
BOOM!
Uncle Vernon comes sledding into the room in his socks, a

RIFLE in hand, paper hanging by a string from the barrel.
UNCLE VERNON
Who's there? I warn you--I'm armed!
SMASH! The door falls flat. An IMMENSE SILHOUETTE stands

against the raging sea outside, identical to the beastly
figure seen climbing the stairs in Godric's Hollow. He is
HAGRID and is, rather obviously, a GIANT. Presently he is
standing on the front door.
HAGRID
Er, right. Sorry 'bout that...
Hagrid steps clear, takes the door, and fits it back into its
frame. Glances at Dudley. Frowns.
HAGRID
Mind, I haven't seen yeh since you
was a baby, Harry, but yeh're a bit
more along than I woulda expected.
’Specially round the middle.
DUDLEY
(terrified)
I'm not Harry.
HARRY
I am.
Hagrid turns, watches Harty's face come into the light.
HAGRID
Well now, course yeh are.
UNCLE VERNON
I demand that you leave at once,
sir! You are breaking and entering!
HAGRID
Ah, dry up, Dursley, yeh great
prune.
Hagrid takes the rifle, knots it like a piece of licorice.
HAGRID
Anyway, Harry. Got summat fer yeh.
’Fraid I mighta sat on it at some
point, but ’magine it'll taste all
right jus' the same...let's see
now...got it here somewhere...
Hagrid rummages in his coat, removes: a kettle, frying pan,

sausages, one PINK UMBRELLA and, finally, a squashed paper
box containing a CHOCOLATE CAKE with "Happee Birthdae, Harry"
scrawled in green icing.
HAGRID
Baked it meself, words an' all.
HARRY
Thank you.
HAGRID
Well, it's not ev' ry day yer young
mein turns ’leven.
Hagrid turns to the fireplace, gives the embers a poke with

the pink umbrella. As they ROAR to life, he takes the frying
pan, lobs in the sausages. Dudley perks up as they sizzle.
HARRY
Excuse me, but.. .who are you?
Harry stares blankly. Hagrid frowns.
HAGRID
Blimey, Harry, did yeh never wonder
where yer parents learnt it all?
HARRY
Learned what?
HAGRID
What? DURSLEY!!! Do yeh mean ter
tell me the boy knows nothin?
Uncle Vernon stands mute. Hagrid simmers, then shakes his

head and turns back to the fire.
HAGRID
’Harry, yer a wizard.
For a moment, the hut is utterly silent.
HARRY
I'm a what?
HAGRID
A Wizard. And a thumpin' good 'un,
I'd wager, once yeh've been trained
up a bit.
HARRY
No. You've made a mistake. I...I

can't be a...wizard. I mean...I'm
just...Harry. Just Harry.
HAGRID
Tha' right. Tell me, Harry. Ever
make somethin' strange 'appen? When
yeh was scared maybe. Or angry?
As Harry looks up in recognition, Hagrid slaps a soggy

ENVELOPE into Harry's hand. Harry opens it, reads.
HARRY
'Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to
inform you that you have been
accepted at Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry...'
As Harry looks up, Hagrid winks, and takes a bite of sausage.
UNCLE VERNON
He'll not be going, I tell you! We
swore when we took him in we'd put
a stop to that rubbish!
HARRY
You knew? You knew I'm a...a
wizard?
Aunt Petunia—looking furious—emerges from the shadows.
AUNT PETUNIA
Of course we knew! How could you
not be, my dratted sister being
what she was? Oh, mother and father
were so proud when the letter came.
A witch in the family. Isn't it
wonderful. I was the only one who
saw her for what she was...a freak!
(distastefully)
Then she met that Potter and had
you. I knew you'd be the same. Just
as strange, just as abnormal. And
then, if you please, she went and
got herself blown up and we got
landed with you—
HARRY
Blown up? You told me my parents
died in a car crash.
HAGRID
CAR CRASH! A car crash kill Lily

and James Potter? It's an outrage!
A scandal!
UNCLE VERNON
HE'LL NOT BE GOING, I TELL YOU!
HAGRID
An' I s'ppose a great Muggle like
yerself is goin' ter stop him.
HARRY
Muggle?
HAGRID
Non-magic folk.
(turning to Uncle Vernon)
This boy's name's been down ever
since he was born. He's off to the
finest school of witchcraft and
wizardry in the world and he'll be
under the greatest headmaster
Hogwart's has ever known, Albus
Dumbledore—
UNCLE VERNON
I will not pay for some crackpot
old fool to teach him magic tricks!
Hagrid spins, eyes bulging.
HAGRID
NEVER..INSULT...ALBUS...DUMBLEDORE.
..IN...FRONT...OF..ME!
Hagrid spins, points the umbrella at Uncle Vernon, then spies

Dudley, one hand deep in Harry's birthday cake. POP!—a FLASH
of VIOLET LIGHT hits Dudley square in the rump. Instantly, a
PIG’S TAIL curls through the back of his trousers. Uncle
Vernon ROARS, hurries everyone out of the room.
HAGRID
Tha’s curious. Meant ter turn ’im
into a complete pig, whole hog an
all. Suppose he was so much like a
pig already, there wasn't much left
ter do.
Hagrid sees Harry staring in awe at the pink umbrella.
HAGRID
Er, be grateful if yeh didn't
mention that to anyone at Hogwarts.
Strictly speakin', I'm not allowed

ter do magic.
(checks pocket watch)
Bit behind schedule, aren't we?
Best be off.
Hagrid exits, leaving Harry to consider his sorry

surroundings. He looks momentarily at a loss, then...Hagrid
pokes his head back in.
HAGRID
T'Less, o' course, yeh'd rather
stay.
44 EXT. STREET - LONDON - DAWN 44
Harry, reads ALOUD from his LIST as he trails Hagrid, who

draws an eye or two—as a giant in Central London will.
HARRY
'First year students will require
three sets of plain work robes, one
plain pointed hat for day wear, one
pair of dragon-hide gloves...'
Hagrid chuckles at a PARKING METER.
HAGRID
Things these Muggles dream up...
45 INT. TRAIN - LONDON - DAWN 45
Harry sits beside Hagrid, continues to read from his list.
HARRY
'...and the following Set Books:
The Standard Book of Spells by
Miranda Goshawk. One Thousand
Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida
Spore...'
46 EXT. STREET/LEAKY CAULDRON - LONDON - DAWN 46
Hagrid leads Harry on, parting the crowd easily.
HARRY
'One wand, one standard Size 2
pewter cauldron and may bring, if
they desire, either an owl, a cat,
or a toad.'
(looking up)
Can we find all this in London?
Hagrid pauses by a NARROW GRAY DOOR that stands between a

BOOK SHOP on one side and a RECORD SHOP on the other.
HAGRID
If yen know where to go.
47 INT. LEAKY CAULDRON - DAY 47
A dark, shabby pub. in a corner, some OLD WOMEN sit drinking,

one smoking a pipe as long as her arm. Up front, a TINY MAN
in a TOP HAT talks to the BARTENDER, who resembles a gummy
walnut. Harry and Hagrid enter.
BARTENDER
Hagrid! The usual, I presume—
(spying Harry)
Good Lord. Is this? Can this be
him? Bless my soul. It's Harry
Potter.
The pub goes quiet. Then... everyone is up and around Harry,

holding out their hands and gabbling, while Hagrid looks on,
beaming. Slowly, a NERVOUS YOUNG MAN makes his way forward.
QUIRRELL
Harry P-P-Potter. C-Can't tell you
how p-pleased I am to meet you.
HAGRID
Professor! Didn't see yeh there.
Harry, this 'ere's Professor
Quirrell. He'll be yer Defence
Against the Dark Arts teacher at
Hogwarts.
QUIRRELL
F-F-Fearfully f-fascinating
subject. N-Not that you n-need it,
eh, P-P-Potter?
Quirrell's eyes flutter nervously over Harry's scar.
HAGRID
Yes, well, must get on. Lots ter
buy.
(as he pulls Harry along)
See? Tol' yeh you was famous.
48 EXT. BACK COURTYARD/LEAKY CAULDRON - MOMENTS LATER 48
Hagrid TAPS the bricks of one wall with the tip of his
umbrella while Harry stands by, deep in thought.
HARRY
Why am I famous, Hagrid? All those
people back there. How is it they
know who I am?
HAGRID
Don' know that I'm the right one
ter tell yeh that, Harry. Let's see
now...Three up...Two
across...Right. Stand back now.
Hagrid gives the wall one last 'TAP and the bricks QUIVER,
wriggling and jiggling until an ARCHWAY appears, giving out
on a COBBLED STREET so long and twisting it seems never to
end. As Harry's jaw drops, Hagrid grins.
HAGRID
Welcome, Harry. To Diagon Alley.
49 EXT. DIAGON ALLEY - CONTINUOUS - MORNING 49
As Harry steps through, the archway SHRINKS INSTANTLY into a

solid wall. All around him, Harry sees mothers and fathers
with children in tow, clutching LISTS similar to his own.
PLUMP WOMAN
Seventeen Sickles an ounce for
Dragon Liver, can you imagine?
They're mad!
MOTHER
It says brass, Trevor. As such, you
will get brass,
BOY
There it is! The Nimbus Two
Thousand! Runs a good twenty times
faster than the old Comets. Neil
Marks himself rides it for the
Chudley Cannons.
FATHER
Mind you don't drop your bottle of
eel's eye, Belinda, I'll not buy
you another.
Harry tries to take in everything at once, marveling at shops

specializing in everything from cauldrons, owls and
broomsticks to robes, 'unmentionables,' and spell books.
HARRY
Dragon Liver? Do they mean from a
real dragon?
HAGRID
Well, they don't mean a ruddy
penguin. Crikey, I'd like a dragon.
HARRY
You'd like a dragon?
HAGRID
Vastly misunderstood beasts, Harry.
Vastly misunderstood...
HARRY
(staring in a cauldron
shop)
But how am I to pay for all this,
Hagrid? I haven't any money.
Hagrid gestures to a TOWERING, SNOW-WHITE BUILDING ahead.
HAGRID
There's yer money. Gringotts.
Wizard's Bank. No place safer,
Harry. Not one. 'Cept perhaps
Hogwarts.
50 INT. GRINGOTTS - DAY 50
ONE HUNDRED GOBLINS sit on high stools at a long counter,

scribbling in ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales. As
Harry and Hagrid enter, a clever-looking goblin closes the
door behind them, watches their every step.
HARRY
Uh, Hagrid, what exactly was that?
HAGRID
Yer basic Door Goblin. Clever as
they come goblins, but not yer most
friendly beasts. Best stay close.
(stepping up to a teller)
Mornin'. Mr. Harry Potter wishes to
make a withdrawal.
GOBLIN
And Mr. Harry Potter has his key?
HAGRID
Let's see, got it 'ere somewhere...
The Goblin looks on disfavorably as Hagrid rifles his coat,

producing in rapid succession: a jangly RING of KEYS, one
BALL of STRING, a fistful of MINT HUMBUGS, two TEABAGS, and a
MOTH...which simply flutters from one pocket to another.
HAGRID
Ah, 'ere's the li'l devil.
(leaning close)
There's another matter as well.
I've got a letter from Professor
Dumbledore. It's about the You-
Know-What in Vault You-Know-Which.
GOBLIN
Very well. I'll have Griphook take
you.
51 INT. STONE PASSAGEWAY - GRINGOTTS - DAY 51
CLOSE ON: GRIPHOOK
...a swarthy, slit-eyed goblin, driving a small cart with

white-knuckle precision down a STONE PASSAGEWAY lit with
FLAMING TORCHES. They plunge deeper, come...
52 EXT. VAULT - STONE PASSAGEWAY - DAY 52
...whistling to a halt before a SMALL DOOR. Griphook steps

out, takes Harry's key and UNLOCKS the vault, revealing -
great glittering pyramids of coin. Harry is speechless.
HAGRID
Din' think yer parents would leave
yeh with nothin', did yeh?
53 INT. CART - PASSAGEWAYS - A FEW MINUTES LATER 53
The cart hurtles even DEEPER, abruptly stops.
GRIPHOOK
Vault Seven Hundred Thirteen.
HARRY
What's in here, Hagrid?
HAGRID
Can’t tell yeh that, Harry.
Hogwarts business. Very secret.
Griphook steps up to a door with no keyhole, strokes it with

one long finger, and it simply MELTS away.
HAGRID
Anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried
that, they'd be sucked through the
door.
HARRY
How often do you check to see if
anyone's inside?
GRIPHOOK
About once every ten years.
Harry peers into the vault, sees...a GRUBBY LITTLE PACKAGE.

Hagrid slips it into his LEFT COAT POCKET, returns.
HAGRID
Best not mention this ter anyone
either, Harry.
54 EXT. DIAGON ALLEY - LATER - DAY 54
Harry and Hagrid exit the Apothecary, loaded with Harry's

various purchases. Harry studies the list in his hand.
HARRY
I still need...a wand.
HAGRID
(points ahead)
Only place for wands, is
Ollivanders. You go inside. I got
one more thing I gotta'do.
Harry nods, walks into Ollivanders.
55 INT. OLLIVANDERS WAND SHOP - DAY 55
Harry and Hagrid stand in a very narrow shop where thousands

of slender boxes are stacked to the ceiling. Hovering above
them on a spindly ladder is a pale old man with eyes like
silver moons. He is OLLIVANDER.
OLLIVANDER
I wondered when I'd be seeing you,

Mr. Potter. Seems only yesterday
your mother and father we're in
here buying their first wands...
Ollivander steps down.with a pair of slender boxes.
OLLIVANDER
(extending a box)
Here we are. Just give it a wave.
Feeling a bit supid, Harry raises his arm. Nothing.
OLLIVANDER
No. Apparently not. Perhaps this.
Harry raises it and...BRIGHT LIGHT shoots forth...sending a

CRYSTAL VASE OF BLACK ROSES shattering to the floor.
OLLIVANDER
No. No. Definitely not. No Matter.
After all...it's the wand that
chooses the wizard.
56 INT. OLLIVANDERS WAND SHOP - LATER 56
HUNDREDS OF WAND BOXES lie at Harry's feet. Hagrid, eyes

heavy, sits on a spindly chair. Ollivander, meanwhile, stands
at the top of a spindly ladder, eyeing his inventory.
OLLIVANDER
I wonder...
Ollivander descends, presents a box. Stifling a yawn, Harry

takes the wand...and his expression changes.
OLLIVANDER
Go on then.
As Harry extends his arm his hand trembles. A breeze stirs,

sending the shop's tiny bell RINGING. The pages of a BOOK
FLUTTER on the counter, and Harry's hair feathers off his
forehead, showing his scar. Astounded, Harry smiles and
then.. .Ollivander slips the wand from his fingers and the
breeze dies, the shop returning to its eerie calm.
OLLIVANDER.
Curious. Very curious...
HARRY
Sorry, but what's curious?
OLLIVANDER
I remember every wand I've ever
sold, Mr. Potter. It so happens
that the phoenix whose tail feather
resides in your wand, gave another
feather. Just one other. It's
curious that you should be destined
for this wand when its brother...
(eyes shifting)
...gave you that scar.
HARRY
And who owned that wand?
Ollivander exchanges a surprised glance with Hagrid.
HAGRID
We don't speak his name, Harry.
OLLIVANDER
As I said, the wand chooses the
wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always
clear why. But I think it's clear
we can expect great things from
you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-
Named did great things.
Ollivander slides the lid on the box, hands it to Harry.
OLLIVANDER
Terrible, yes. But great.
Harry looks out the window, sees Hagrid standing there,

bolding a cage with a snow white Owl inside. Harry turns to
say goodbye to Ollivander. He's gone. Harry runs outside.
57 EXT. DIAGON ALLEY - DAY 57
Harry runs up to Hagrid, looks at the owl.
HAGRID
Happy Birthday, Harry.
HARRY
(excited)
For me?...Really?...He's Mine?...
HAGRID
Crikey, yeh'd think yeh hadn't
gotten a birthday present before.
HARRY
I haven't. Not really.
58 INT. LEAKY CAULDRON 58
Hagrid and Harry sit at a table in the corner. Hagrid dips a

spoon into a huge bowl of soup, looks up.
HAGRID
You all right, Harry? Yer very
quiet.
HARRY
(touching his scar)
He killed my parents, didn't he?
The one who gave me this. You know,
Hagrid. I know you do.
Hagrid studies Harry, conflicted, then sets down his spoon.
HAGRID.
'Course I know. Who do yeh think
carried yeh out o' yer parents'
house, Hallowe'en night, ten years
ago? Who do yeh think brought yeh
ter Dumbledore an' watched him lay
yeh on yer Aunt an' Uncle's
doorstep? 'Course I know, Harry.
Hagrid leans in closer, his eyes glimmering in the dim pub.
HAGRID
Firs', un'erstand this, 'cause it's
important: not all yer wizards are
good. Some go bad. Years ago, there
was this one wizard who went as bad
as you could go. His name
was...was...
HARRY
Maybe if you wrote it down.
HAGRID
Nah—can' spell it. All right—
Voldemort.
HARRY
Voldemort?
Hagrid shivers, holds up his hand, and glances quickly about

the shadows of the pub before continuing.
HAGRID
Dark days those were, Harry.

Volde...You-Know-Who...started
lookin' fer followers. Got 'em too.
Anyone that stood up to him ended
up dead. Including yer parents. No
one lived once he decided to kill
'em. Not one. 'Cept you.
HARRY
Me? Voldemort tried to kill me?
HAGRID
That's no ord'nary cut on your
forehead. A mark like that only
comes when yeh've been touched by a
curse. An evil curse.
Just then, a HIGH, CACKLING VOICE pierces the silence. Harry

turns, sees an OLD WOMAN laughing with the gummy bartender.
HARRY
But what happened to Vol...to You-
Know-Who?
HAGRID
Some say he died. Codswallop, in my
opinion. I reckon he's out there
somewhere, jus' too weak to carry
on. But one thing's fer certain,
Harry. Somethin' about you stumped
him that night. That's why you're
famous. That's why e'ryone knows
yer name.
Hagrid leans close once more and t-Ms time his voice is
barely a WHISPER.
HAGRID
You're the boy who lived.
59 EXT. KING'S CROSS STATION - DAHN 59
Harry and Hagrid, laden with a heavy TRUNK and SNOWY OWL,
stand outside the station in the shimmering dawn light.
Hagrid checks his WATCH, looks suddenly urgent.
HAGRID
Blimey, look at the time. 'Fraid I
'ave ter be leavin' yeh now, Harry.
Dumbledore will be wantin'—
Hagrid pats his LEFT POCKET. Catches himself.
HAGRID
He'll be wantin' ter see me.
(handing him a TICKET)
That there's yer train. Leaves in
about ten minutes time. Jus' make
sure yeh stick ter yeh ticket.
That's very important, Harry. Stick
ter yeh ticket...
HARRY
There must be something wrong,
Hagrid. This says Platform Nine and
Three Quarters. There's no such
thing...
Harry looks up, but Hagrid...is gone.
HARRY
...Is there?
60 INT. LOWER LEVEL - KING'S CROSS - MOMENTS LATER 60
Harry dashes through a bustling King's Cross, sledding to a

halt in front of a pair of PLATFORM SIGNS. One reads NINE.
One reads TEN. Harry turns to a passing STATION OFFICER.
HARRY
Excuse me. Can you tell me where I
might find Platform Nine and Three-
Quarters.
STATION OFFICER
(grumbling off)
Think you're funny, do you? Nine
and Three-Quarters indeed...
Harry looks about, despairingly, then HEARS...
MRS. WEASLEY (O.S.)

...packed with Muggles, of course.
Harry turns, sees a plump woman (MRS. WEASLEY) hurrying along

FOUR RED-HEADED BOYS and their little, red-headed sister
(GINNY). The boys all tow trunks identical to Harry's.
MRS. WEASLEY
All right, Percy. You first.
Harry watches the tallest boy walk straight toward a dividing

barrier.and...VANISH. Harry squints in confusion. Next, Mrs.
Weasley turns to a pair of cheeky twins (FRED and GEORGE).
MRS. WEASLEY
Fred. You next.
FRED
I'm not Fred. I'm George. Honestly,
woman, you call yourself our
mother?
MRS. WEASLEY
Sorry, George.
FRED
Only joking. I am Fred.
Fred dashes off, trailed by George. They too vanish.
HARRY
Excuse me. Could you tell me—
MRS. WEASLEY
How to get onto the platform? Not
to worry, dear. It's Ron's first
time to Hogwarts as well.
Harry looks at the youngest red-haired boy. He is tall,

gangly, and presently has a SMUDGE on his nose.
MRS. WEASLEY
"All you have to do is walk
straight at the barrier between
Platforms Nine and Ten. Focus...but
don't stop and don't be scared
you'll crash into it either. Best
do it at a bit of a run if you're
nervous.
Harry looks. Shrugs. ‘Sprinting at full speed, the barrier

coming closer and closer, he shuts his eyes and...
61 EXT. PLATFORM NINE AND THREE QUARTERS - DAY 61
...SLEDS onto a platform milling with people. A sign above

reads HOGWARTS EXPRESS. Below it sits a SCARLET STEAM
ENGINE.. Harry glances behind, sees a wrought-iron archway
where the barrier had been, with the words PLATFORM NINE AND
THREE QUARTERS on it. Just beyond, he sees Kings Cross and
the world he's left behind.
NEW ANGLE ON PLATFORM
Harry struggles with his heavy trunk as all around him people
say goodbye to their families. A round-faced boy (NEVILLE
LONGBOTTOM) turns frantically to his GRAN.
NEVILLE
Gran! I've lost my toad again.
GRAN
Oh, Neville. Honestly. Not again...
Further up, a BOY IN DREADLOCKS (LEE JORDAN) holds a BOX.
STUDENT
Go on, Lee. Give us a look.
As Lee lifts the LID, a LONG HAIRY LEG protrudes and students
SHRIEK. Unimpressed, one of the twins spots Harry struggling.
GEORGE
Want a hand?
HARRY
Yes, please.
GEORGE
Oy! C'mere, Fred! Take a handle.
62 EXT. PLATFORM - FURTHER ALONG - SECONDS LATER 62
Fred and George heave Harry's trunk atop other, similar

trunks while Harry sets Hedwig with the owls. Harry wipes his
sweaty hair off his brow...revealing his scar.
HARRY
Thanks very much.
GEORGE
Blimey. You're...
FRED
Harry Potter.
HARRY
What? Oh, him. Yes. I mean, I am.
MRS. WEASLEY
Fred! George! Come say goodbye to
Ginny.
Mrs. Weasley stands waving, the redheaded girl clinging to

her dress. The twins take one last look at Harry, dash off.
63 INT. TRAIN COMPARTMENT/EXT. PLATFORM - DAY 63
Harry exits the crush of the aisle, enters an empty

compartment. Very much alone, he sits, peers out the window
as Percy Weasley strides forth in billowing BLACK ROBES.
PERCY
Have to go, Mother. The other
Prefects are expecting me up front.
FRED
Mum! Guess who’s on the train?
Right now.
FRED/GEORGE
Harry Potter!
GINNY
Oh, Mum, can I go on and see him?
Please.
MRS. WEASLEY
Certainly not. The boy isn't
something you goggle at in a zoo.
(as the WHISTLE BLOWS)
All right, on you go, all of you.
Ron, what is that on your nose?
She goes for a handkerchief, but Ron spins away. She sighs,
calls after the twins.
MRS. WEASLEY
You two watch out for your brother.
And behave yourselves this year..If
I get one more owl telling me
you've blown up a toilet or
something--
FRED
Blown up a toilet? We've never
blown up a toilet.
GEORGE
Great idea, though, thanks, Mum!
64 EXT. HOGWARTS EXPRESS - DAY 64
As the train moves out of the station, Ginny chases after.
Harry watches her from his' window until she drops back.
King's Cross, and the life he's known, drift away.
65 EXT. SCOTLAND - HOGWARTS EXPRESS - DAY 65
The train whips past fields, small country lanes.
66 INT. TRAIN COMPARTMENT - DAY 66
Harry sits quietly. Then the compartment door slides open.

Ron stands there. Seeing Harry, he hesitates.
RON
Mind? Everywhere else is full.
HARRY
Not at all.
RON
I’m Ron, by the way.
HARRY
I heard. I’m Harry.
RON
I...heard.
(unable to resist)
Is it true? I mean, have you really
got the...you know...
Without prompting, Harry lifts his hair.. Shows the scar.
RON
Wicked.
HARRY
Are all your family wizards?
RON
Huh? Oh. I think so. Well, Mum's
got a second cousin who's an
accountant. But we never talk about
him. I heard you went to live with
Muggles. What are they like?
HARRY
Horrible. Well, not all of them.
Mine are, though. Trade them for
three wizard brothers any day.
RON
Five. I'm the sixth in our family
to go to Hogwarts. Everyone expects
me to do as well as the others. But
if I do, it's no big deal because
they did it first. You never get

anything new, either, with five
brothers. I've got Bill's old
robes. Charlie's old wand. Even
Scabbers used to be Percy's...
Ron reaches into his pocket, pulls out a fat, gray, seemingly
unconscious, RAT (SCABBERS).
RON
Hardly ever wakes up. He's useless
basically. Percy got an owl for
making Prefect, but Mum and Dad
couldn't afford-- I mean, I got
Scabbers instead.
Roh looks embarrassed. Just then, a DIMPLED WOMAN pushing a

TROLLEY FULL OF SWEETS pops her head in.
DIMPLED WOMAN
Anything off the trolley, dears?
Ron mumbles 'No thanks,' takes out a lumpy sandwich. Harry

studies him, then digs into his pockets, heavy with coin.
HARRY
We'll take the lot.
CLOSE UP: TROVE OF TREATS
67 INT. TRAIN COMPARTMENT - DAY (LATER) 67
...spread out on an empty seat. Harry marvels at the strange,

wondrous candies before him.
HARRY
'Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans'?
RON
They mean every flavor. There's
chocolate, peppermint...but you can
also get liver or spinach or tripe.
George reckons he had a bogey-
flavored one once.
HARRY
These aren't real frogs, are they?
Harry holds up a pack of "CHOCOLATE FROGS"—something is

wriggling under the foil—then sees that Ron already has a
very realistic leg squirreling out the corner of his mouth.
RON
(mumbling)
Just a spell. Besides, it's the
card you want. Each pack's got a
Famous Witch or Wizard. Got about
500 myself. Watch it!
As Harry breaks the foil on his pack, the frog springs into
the air and out the open train window.
RON
That's rotten luck. They've only
got one good jump in them to begin
with.
Harry glances at the card in his hand. On it, there's a MAN

with a crooked nose, long silver beard, and half-moon
glasses. Underneath is a name: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE.
HARRY
I've gotten Dumbledore!
RON
I've about six of him. Trade you
Scabbers though, if you get Agrippa
or Ptolemy.
HARRY
(reading the back)
'Considered by many the greatest
wizard of modern times, Dumbledore
is particularly famous for his
defeat of the dark wizard
Grindelwald in 1945, for his
discovery of the 12 uses of
dragon's blood, and his work on
alchemy with his partner, Nicolas
Flamel. Approximately one hundred
and fifty years old, Professor
Dumbledore enjoys chamber music,
tenpin bowling, and...
(looking up)
One hundred and fifty years old?
RON
Thought he'd be older, did you?
HARRY
No--I--Hey, he's gone.
Harry holds up the cardn-now blank--to Ron, who only shrugs.
RON
Well, you can't expect him to hang

around all day, can you?
HARRY
It's just, in the Muggle world,
people stay put in photos.
RON
Really? They don't move at all?
Weird!
Just then, Scabbers SNORTS, falls back asleep.
RON
Pathetic, isn't it? Fred gave me a
spell that's to turn him yellow.
Want to see?
Harry nods, eager to see some magic. Ron pulls out a BATTERED
WAND--just as the compartment door OPENS and a GIRL with
bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth looks in. She
is HERMIONE GRANGER and is already wearing her school robes.
HERMIONE
Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named
Neville has lost one.
(seeing Ron's wand)
Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see
then.
She sits down. Ron looks a bit taken aback, but clears his
throat nonetheless, poises his wand over Scabbers.
RON
Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,
Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.
Scabbers SNORTS, but otherwise remains fat, grey, and asleep.
HERMIONE
Are you sure that's a real spell?
Well, it's not very good, is it?
I've only tried a few simple ones
myself but they've all worked for
me. For example...
To Harry's surprise, Hermione takes her wand, points it

directly over his brow, then...stops.
HERMIONE
Goodness. You're Harry Potter,
aren't you? I know all about you,
of course. I was doing a little
recreational reading and you're in

Modern Magical History, The Rise
and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great
Wizarding Events of the 20th
Century.
HARRY
Am I?
HERMIONE
Didn't you know? I'd have found out
everything I could if it was me.
(raising her wand)
Anyway...Oculus Reparo.
instantly, the cracked bridge of Harry's glasses is mended.
HERMIONE
There. That's better, isn't it? I'm
Hermione Granger, by the way. And
you are...?
Ron is still staring at the glasses, feeling a bit outdone.
RON
Um...Ron Weasley.
HERMIONE
Pleasure. Do either of you know
what House you'll be in? I'm hoping
for Gryffindor--I hear Dumbledore
himself was in it--but I think I
might just die if they put me in
Slytherin. That was You-Know-Who's
House. Anyway, you two had better
change into your robes. I expect
we'll be arriving soon. You've got
dirt on your nose, by the way, did
you know?
As she exits, Harry and Ron just sit, staring at the door.
68 EXT. HOGSHEADS STATION - HOGWARTS - NIGHT 68
As the scarlet engine HISSES to a stop, Harry and the others

spill out. Harry's robes shimmer grandly, while Ron's
secondhand silks show a bit too much sneaker.
HAGRID
Firs' years! Firs' years over here!
Hagrid gives Harry a wink as he comes loping out of the

darkness, swinging a LAMP. Ron, preoccupied with wiping his
nose clean on his robes, stops, dumbstruck by Hagrid's size.
69 EXT. BLACK LAKE - NIGHT - MOMENTS LATER 69
A FLEET of TINY BOATS glides silently over a glassy lake.

Harry rides with Ron, Hermione and Neville Longbottom, gazing
at the DARK TREES of the FOREST that surrounds them. A GLINT
OF SILVER flickers through the black trees, like a dream.
Harry watches, transfixed, then...
HAGRID
You there! Don' be trailin' yer
fingers in the water. Yeh might
find yeh don' get 'em all back.
Harry turns, sees that Hagrid is speaking to a POINTY-FACED

BOY (DRACO MALFOY). Malfoy eyes Hagrid darkly, whispers to a
PAIR OF THICK-LOOKING BOYS (CRABBE and GOYLE).
Harry peers into the black water, sees his own pale face
looking back, then a soft GLITTER of REFLECTED LIGHT dances
on the surface. He looks up, watches a magnificent CASTLE
drift into view. Hogwarts.
70 INT. ENTRANCE HALL - HOGWARTS CASTLE - NIGHT 70
Harry and the others enter a grand entryway lit with flaming
torches. PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL, a rather severe-looking witch
in an emerald cloak, stands before a pair of TOWERING DOORS.
She lifts her chin, surveys the new students.
Welcome to Hogwarts. In a moment,
you will pass through these doors
and join your classmates, but
before you can take your seats, you
must be sorted into your Houses.
They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff,
Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. While
here, your House is, in many ways,
your family. Your triumphs will
earn your House points, while any
rule-breaking will lose points. At
the end of the year, the House with
the most is awarded the House Cup,
a great honor. I hope each of
you...
Just then, a rather LARGE TOAD springs forth, CROAKS.
NEVILLE
Trevor!
Neville, blissfully relieved, gathers his toad, then peers up

from the hem of Professor McGonagall's robes.
...will be a credit to whichever
House becomes yours. The Sorting
Ceremony will begin momentarily.
Professor McGonagall glowers at Neville, then exits. As she

goes, there is a BRIEF CLAMOR of SOUND from the students
waiting in the Great Hall beyond.
HARRY
How exactly do they sort us?
RON
Some kind of test, I think. Fred
says it hurts like hell, but I'm
sure he was joking. At least...I
think he was.
Just then, Draco Malfoy pushes through the crowd, shadowed by

the boys from the boat. Malfoy stares openly at Harry's scar.
MALFOY
It's true then, what they were
saying on the train. Harry Potter
has come to Hogwarts.
Harry's eyes slide, appraise the other two boys.
MALFOY
Oh. This is Crabbe and Goyle. And
my name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.
Ron COUGHS, masking a snigger. Malfoy's eyes narrow.
MALFOY
Think my name's funny, do you? No
need to ask yours. Red hair,
freckles, and a hand-me-ddwn robe--
you must be a Weasley.
(to Harry)
You'll soon find out some wizarding
families are better than others,
Potter. You don't want to go making
friends with the wrong sort. I can
help you there.
Malfoy extends his hand, but Harry's gaze remains level.
HARRY
I think I can tell the wrong sort
for myself, thanks.
Malfoy's eyes glitter with rage. Finally he drops his hand,

turns away.
HERMIONE
Well, he's rather disagreeable,
isn't he?
Ron and Harry turn, see Hermione. Just then, Professor

McGonagall returns.
We are ready for you.
71 INT. GREAT HALL - NIGHT 71
Harry and the others file into a strangely splendid place lit
by THOUSANDS OF CANDLES FLOATING in midair over four long
tables lined with students. Harry looks to the windows below
the ceiling, finds glorious stars and an icy blue moon.
HERMIONE
It's not real, the ceiling. It's
only bewitched to look like the
night sky. I read about it in
Hogwarts, A History.
Professor McGonagall sweeps to the front of the room where a

WIZARD'S HAT—patched and frayed—sits on a stool.
Before we begin, Professor
Dumbledore would like to say a few
words.
Harry watches with great interest as the great wizard himself

rises from his seat at the High Table.
DUMBLEDORE
Yes, and here they are: Nitwit!
Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!
The Great Hall THUNDERS with APPLAUSE.
HERMIONE
I hear he's a genius.
As the applause subsides, the hat TWITCHES. At the brim, a

rip OPENS WIDE, and the hat begins to TALK.
SORTING HAT
Oh, you may not think I'm pretty
But don't judge on what you see
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me. There's
nothing hidden in your head The
Sorting Hat can't see So try me on
and I will tell you Where you ought
to be....
As the students APPLAUD, the hat takes a bow and Professor

McGonagall: steps forward with a ROLL OF PARCHMENT.
When I call your name, you will
come forth, put on the hat and be
sorted.
(consulting her list)
Hermione Granger.
HERMIONE
Oh dear. Here it is, isn't it? The
moment. Goodness. What if the hat
says nothing and we're all just
left standing here forever...
RON
(as she goes mumbling
off)
Mental, that one. I'm telling you.
Both watch Hermione seat herself, lower the Hat.
SORTING HAT
GRYFFINDOR!
Percy pulls out a chair for Hermione at the Gryffindor table.
Draco Malfoy.
RON
Slytherin.
Draco Malfoy swaggers forth and grips the hat. He's barely
touched it to his head, when:
SORTING HAT
SLYTHERIN!
RON
(off Harry's amazement)
There's not a witch or wizard who
went bad who wasn't in Slytherin.
Draco's father was one of the first
to join You-Know-Who when he got
power. And one of the first to come
back when he lost it.
Susan Bones.
As SUSAN BONES dashes up front, Harry glances to the High

Table. Dumbledore watches the proceedings placidly, while
Professor Quirrell talks to a hook-nosed man with greasy
black hair and sallow skin, PROFESSOR SNAPE. Slowly, as if he
can feel Harry's gaze, Snape turns, looks straight into
Harry's eyes. Instantly, a Sharp, hot PAIN shoots across
Harry's scar.
HARRY
Ouch!
RON
Harry? What is it?
HARRY
N-nothing. I'm fine.
SORTING HAT
Hufflepuff!
As Susan Bones runs off...
Ronald Weasley.
As Ron steps nervously away, Harry glances back to the High

Table. Shape has returned to his conversation.
SORTING HAT
Gryffindor!
Fred and George WHOOP LOUDLY as Ron comes grinning out of the
hat, greatly relieved. Harry starts to clap himself when...
Harry Potter.
There is an abrupt drop in the CHATTER. As Harry makes his

way, he avoids the eyes of the many who stare and whisper.
If you will, Mr. Potter.
Harry sits, takes the hat, and...slowly...lowers it. He

waits, then the hat begins to SPEAK.
SORTING HAT
Hmmm. Difficult. Very Difficult.
Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad
mind either. There's talent, oh
yes, and a thirst to prove
yourself. But where to put you...?
Harry grips the edge of the stool, closes his eyes. His lips
move ever so slightly: Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin.
SORTING HAT
Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure?
You could be great, you know, it's
all here in your head, and
Slytherin will help you on the way
to greatness, no doubt about
that... No? Well, if you're sure
better be GRYFFINDOR!
A ROAR erupts from the Gryffindor table. Harry stands shakily

and walks to his table, where Percy, the Weasley twins, and
Hermione all welcome him. At the High Table, Dumbledore lifts
his goblet and, meeting Harry's eyes...nods.
72 INT. GREAT HALL - LATER 72
Freshly sorted and seated, the Gryffindor first years watch

in amazement as the empty plates before them suddenly...fill
with food. There is roast beef, chicken, pork chops, lamb
chops, sausages, bacon, steak—the feast of all feasts. Harry
listens as a rather wild-looking boy named SEAMUS talks to
another student, DEAN THOMAS.
SEAMUS
I'm half and half. Me dad's a
Muggle, Mam's a witch. Bit of a
nasty shock for him when he found
out.
As Percy leans over to pour a strange liquid into Harry's

goblet, Harry nods to the High Table, to Professor Snape.
HARRY
Say, Percy. Who's that teacher
talking to Professor Quirrell?
PERCY
Hm? Oh. Professor Snape. Head of

Slytherin House.
HARRY
What's he teach?
PERCY
Potions. But everyone knows it's
the Dark Arts he fancies. Been
after Quirrell's job for years.
Just then, several STUDENTS SHRIEK as a volley of GHOSTS

stream into the hall overhead. One swoops down.
PERCY
Hello, Sir Nicolas. Have a nice
summer?
NEARLY HEADLESS NICK

Dismal. What with the Slytherins
winning the House Cup six years in
a row, the Bloody Baron's become
unbearable.
Nick nods his head in the direction of the Slytherin table,

where a horrific, BLOOD-STAINED GHOST hovers imperiously.

Then again, he's always been
unbearable.
RON
I know you. You're Nearly Headless
Nick.

I prefer Sir Nicolas, if you don't
mind.
HERMIONE
Nearly headless? How can you be
nearly headless?

Like this.
Seizing himself by the left ear, Nick swings his ENTIRE HEAD
off his neck and onto his shoulder, as if it were on a hinge.
NEVILLE
(blanching)
I think I'm done eating.
Just then, Dumbledore rises at the High Table.
DUMBLEDORE
If I may, I have a few start-of-
term notices to announce. First
Years should note that the. Dark
Forest is strictly forbidden to all
pupils. Also, our caretaker, Mr.
Filch has asked me to remind you
that...
FILCH, a sour-looking man, stands near a side exit while MRS.

NORRIS, a cat with glittering RED EYES, sits by his feet.
DUMBLEDORE
...no magic should be used between
classes in the corridors. And
finally, please note that this
year, the third floor corridor on
the right hand side is out of
bounds to everyone who does not
wish to die a most painful death.
Hearing this, Ron stops chewing for the first time, glances
at Harry. But before either can speak...
DUMBLEDORE
And now, let us sing the school
song! Everyone pick their favorite
tune and off we go!
Professor McGonagall rolls her eyes slightly as Dumbledore

wields his wand. Consulting the PARCHMENT of LYRICS placed
beside their plates, Harry and his fellow First Years join a
rousing, but rather dischordant, chorus of VOICES.
SCHOOL SINGING
Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty
Hogwarts Teach us things worth
knowing Bring back what we've
forgot. Just do your best, we'll do
the rest And learn until our brains
all rot...
73 INT. MARBLE STAIRCASE - HOGWARTS - LATER - NIGHT 73
As the new Gryffindors follow Percy up the staircase, Harry

stares in wonderment at the PORTRAITS on the walls: the
people in them MOVE.
PERCY
This is the most direct path to the

dormitory, except on Fridays, of
course, when the
staircases...change.
As the staircase before them moves to the right, Percy waits

briefly, then leads on without comment to a...
74 INT. 7TH FLOOR CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 74
... a new corridor. Up ahead, Harry spies a bundle of WALKING

STICKS floating in midair. Without warning, the walking
sticks come flying forth. As the First Years duck and dodge,
Percy sighs in annoyance.
PERCY
Gryffindors, I give you Peeves,
Hogwarts resident poltergeist.
POP! A tiny translucent man with wicked eyes and wide mouth
appears, clutching the last walking stick. He is PEEVES.
PEEVES
Oooh! Ickle Firsties! What fun!
With that, Peeves swoops off, wagging his tongue and bouncing
a walking stick off Neville's head.
PERCY
(walking on)
Rather a nuisance, I'm afraid. Ah.
Here we are.
At the very end of the corridor, hangs a PORTRAIT of a WOMAN

in a pink silk dress. She looks at Percy.
PINK LADY
Password?
PERCY
Caput Draconis.
The portrait SWINGS FORWARD, revealing a ROUND HOLE in the

wall. The students all scramble through it, into the...
75 INT. GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM - NIGHT 75
The students enter a cozy, round room, filled with squashy

armchairs. At the top of a SPIRAL STAIRCASE, are two DOORS.
PERCY
Girls' dormitory to the left. Boys

to the right. You'll find your
belongings have already been
brought up. Any questions?
(no one speaks)
Then, goodnight all. Oh, and don't
forget. Before retiring, please
place all living potion ingredients
in your cupboards. This includes
slugs, fire beetles and cutworms.
Sweet dreams...
76 INT. BOYS TOWER DORMITORY - LATER - NIGHT 76
Moonlight falls through the tower windows as Ron, Neville

arid Seamus slumber. As we find Harry, he is sleeping too,
but it is not restful. He twitches and turns... there is a
FLASH OF GREEN...then he awakens with a start, sits up.
Trembling. He glances about the room, then lies slowly back.
Eyes open.
77 INT. STAIRWAY - 12 NORTH - HOGWARTS - MORNING 77
The stairway bustles with students as Harry and Ron make

their way. Clearly lost, Ron consults his TIMETABLE.
RON
This is Staircase Twelve North,
which should take us to Backward
Staircase Seven—no wait a minute,
we're on Backward Staircase
Seven...
HARRY
How many staircases are there?
HERMIONE
One hundred forty-two, though, in A
History of Magic, Bathilda Bagshot
makes unattributed reference to
three others.
Harry arid Ron watch Hermione pass by, apparently holding

every single First Year course book in her arms.
RON
I hate her.
78 INT. MCGONAGALL'S CLASSROOM - MORNING 78
Students sit attentively, looking front...at a CAT. Its

markings, particularly around the eyes, are somehow familiar.
Harry and Ron burst in, glance around.
RON
Whew! We made it, mate. Can you
imagine old McGonagall's face if we
were late first day out...
Hearing this, the cat narrows its eyes, leaps up

and...TRANSFORMS...into old McGonagall herself. Ron's mouth
drops open in amazement.
RON
That was bloody brilliant!
Thank you for that assessment, Mr.
Weasley. But perhaps it might be
more useful if I transfigured Mr.
Potter or yourself into a pocket
watch. That way one of you might be
on time.
HARRY
We got lost.
Then perhaps a map. I trust you
don't need one to find your seats?
Harry and Ron Slink past Hermione, sitting front row center.
Transfiguration is some of the most
complex, dangerous and valuable
magic you will learn at Hogwarts.
Use it skillfully and it may, one
day, save your life. Make a mistake
and you could find yourself with a
toad's head and a monkey's tail.
(opening a textbook)
All right then. Shall we?
Harry and Ron exchange a glance, whip open their books.
79 INT. DUNGEONS - POTIONS - NEXT MORNING - DAY 79
As Professor Snape paces imperiously, Harry and the others

sit in dead silence, eyes wandering to the PICKLED ANIMALS
floating in GLASS JARS along the cold stone walls.
SNAPE
There will be no foolish wand
waving or silly incantations in
this class. As such, I don't expect
many of you to appreciate the
subtle science and exact art that
is potion making. However, for
those select few...
(glances at Malfoy)
...who possess the predisposition,
I can teach you how to bewitch the
mind and ensnare the senses. I can
tell you howto bottle fame, brew
glory, even stopper death. Then
again, maybe some of you have come
to Hogwarts in possession of
abilities so formidable that you
feel confident enough to...not pay
attention.
Harry blinks, realizes Snape is looking at him.
SNAPE
Mr. Potter. Our hew...celebrity.
Tell me. What would I get if I
added powdered root of asphodel to
an infusion of wormwood?
Harry looks at a loss. Hermione’s hand shoots into the air.
SNAPE
You don't know. Well, let's try
again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you
look if I told you to find me a
bezoar?
HARRY
I don't know, sir.
SNAPE
And the difference between
monkshood and wolfsbane?
Harry sees Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle sniggering.
HARRY
I don't know, sir.
SNAPE
Pity. Clearly fame isn't
everything, is it, Mr. Potter.
HARRY
Clearly Hermione knows. It seems a

pity not to ask her..
Neville, Seamus and a few other Gryffindors LAUGH.
SNAPE
Silence! And put your hand down,
you silly girl!
Hermione wilts. Snape steps toward Harry, eyes glimmering.
SNAPE
For your information, Potter,
asphodel and wormwood make a
sleeping potion so powerful it is
know as the Draught of the Living
Dead. A bezoar is a stone taken
from the stomach of a goat and it
will save you from most poisons. As
for monkshood and wolfbane, they
are the same plant, which also goes
by the name of aconite.
(to the others)
Well, why aren't you all copying
this down?
The students scramble for their quills and parchment.
SNAPE
And Gryffindors. Note that five
points will be taken from your
House for your classmate's cheek.
80 INT. GREAT HALL - LATER - DAY 80
Harry stares glumly at the FOUR HOURGLASSES as the PRECIOUS

GEMS drop in Gryffindor's, rise in Slytherin's. Down the
table, Seamus is MUTTERING.
SEAMUS
Eye of rabbit, harp string hum...
HARRY
What’s Seamus trying to do to that
glass of water?
RON
Turn it to rum. Actually managed a
weak tea yesterday before it...
PFFFT! BLUE FLAMES shoot over the rim of the glass.
RON
Two Knuts says he loses his
eyebrows by week's end. Ah, mail's
here.
DOZENS OF OWLS circle the ceiling, then swoop down, dropping

parcels from home. A copy of The Daily Prophet rolls onto the
table near Harry.
RON
Hey look! Neville's gotten a
Remembrall!
Neville holds a GLASS BALL filled with WHITE SMOKE. Slowly,

the smoke begins to turn a DEEP SCARLET.
HERMIONE
I've read about those. If the smoke
turns red it means you've forgotten
something.
NEVILLE
Only problem is...I can't remember
what I've forgotten.
Harry, Daily Prophet in hand, nudges Ron.
HARRY
Hey, Ron. Somebody broke into
Gringotts! Listen: 'Believed to be
the work of Dark wizards or witches
unknown, Gringotts goblins, while
acknowleging the breach, insist
nothing was taken. The vault in
question had, in fact, been emptied
earlier that very same day.' That’s
odd.
RON
It’s mad. Dad says there are
dragons guarding some of the
vaults.
HARRY
No. It’s just odd...That’s the day
Hagrid and I were there.
81 EXT. THE GROUNDS - HOGWARTS - DAY 81
Harry stands in a cluster of Gryffindors, across from Malfoy

and his Slytherin cronies. Between them, there is a LONG LINE
OF BROOMSTICKS. MADAME HOOCH, a rangy witch with short grey

hair and hawk-like eyes, stands between the two groups.
MADAME HOOCH
Welcome to your first Flying
Lesson. Well, what are you all
waiting for? Everyone step up to a
broomstick. Come now. Hurry up.
Harry steps forward nervously, glances down. His broom is

old, with twigs sticking out at odd angles.
MADAME HOOCH
Stick out your right hand, Over the
broom, and say "Up"!
SHOUTS of "Up!" ring on the cold afternoon air. Though he

barely WHISPERS the command, Harry’s broom SNAPS smartly into
his hand. Hermione's simply rolls over. Ron's FLIES UP and
CRACKS HIM IN THE NOSE.
MADAME HOOCH
Now. Once you’ve got hold of the
broom, I want you to mount it. And
grip it tight. We don't want you
sliding off the end.
(walking the row)
Your other right hand, Mr.
Finnegan. Goodness, boy, what have
you done with your eyebrows?
SEAMUS
Lost 'em, ma'am.
MALFOY
Excuse me, Madam Hooch. Given that
a few of us have been on sticks for
years, would it not make sense to
separate the expert flyers from...
(glancing at Harry)
...the neophytes?
MADAME HOOCH
Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, but I’m sure
even an expert flyer such as
yourself can appreciate the
benefits of reacquainting oneself
with the basics. Your grip, for
example. It's thumb in, not out.
As Malfoy reddens, Harry and Ron share a grin.
MADAME HOOCH
Very well. Now when I blow my

whistle, I want each of you to kick
off from the ground. Hard. Keep
your brooms steady, hover for a
moment, then lean forward slightly
and touch back down. On my
whistle...Three...Two...
Jumping the gun entirely, a nervous Neville shoots straight

up into the air, like a cork out of a bottle.
MADAME HOOCH
Mr. Longbottom! Exactly where do
you think you're going?
Clutching desperately to his broom, Neville caroms crazily

off a tree, flops upside down, rockets past the other
students—who duck—then soars into a mad spiraling climb.
MADAME HOOCH
Come down here this instant!
Neville's pale face peers down, his eyes roll up...
MADAME HOOCH
On your broomstick, Longbottom!
Too late. With a giant THUD and a nasty CRACK, Neville hits
the pitch. Madame Hooch and the Gryffindors rush over.
MADAME HOOCH
Broken wrist. Come on, dear. Up you
get.
(leading him off)
Everyone's to keep their feet on
the ground while I take Mr.
Longbottom to the Hospital Wing.
Understand? If I see a single broom
in the air, the one riding it will
find themselves out of Hogwarts
before they can say 'Quidditch.'
As they go, Harry watches Neville's broom sail high over

Hagrid's house, where the giant himself sits in the front
garden, watching with a pair of BINOCULARS. Malfoy scoops
Neville's Remembrall from the grass, cackles.
MALFOY
Did you see his face? Perhaps if
the great lump had given this a
squeeze, he would've remembered to
fall on his fat arse.
HARRY
Give it here, Malfoy.
MALFOY
No, I think I'll leave it somewhere
for Longbottom to find. How about
up a tree?
Malfoy slings a leg over his broom, KICKS into the air.
MALFOY
What's the matter, Potter? A bit
beyond your reach?
Harry glowers up at Malfoy, then GRABS his broom.
HERMIONE
Harry! No! You heard what Madame
Hooch said. Besides you don't even
know how to...fly.
Harry shoots into the sky, so angry that it's a moment before
he realizes what the others see clearly: he's a natural.
Turning his broomstick sharply, he hovers, glaring at Malfoy.
HARRY
Give it here. Or I'll knock you off
that ruddy broom.
MALFOY
Is that so?
Harry SHOOTS forth like a javelin, Malfoy just managing to

slip his charge. As Harry whips around, Malfoy glances down
at the ground, clearly unnerved. Harry simply smiles.
MALFOY
Have it your way, then!
Malfoy hurls the ball high. As it plummets, Harry throws

himself into a steep dive, rocketing recklessly downward,
ignoring the earth as it rushes toward him, extending his
hand and...snatching the ball only feet from the ground. He
lands running, grinning, as the Gryffindors cheer. then...
HAR-RY POT-TER!
Harry's stomach drops. Malfoy grins hideously.
MALFOY
Chin up, Potter. They might let you
stay on as Hagrid's assistant.
82 INT. CORRIDOR - HOGWARTS - MOMENTS LATER - DAY 82
Harry trails silently after Professor McGonagall.
83 INT. ADJOINING CLASSROOM - MOMENTS LATER 83
Professor McGonagall leans into an adjacent classroom.
Excuse me, Professor Quirrell,
could I borrow Wood for a moment.
Startled, Professor Quirrell jumps, then OLIVER WOOD, a burly

fifth-year, emerges, glances curiously at Harry.
Potter, this is Oliver Wood.
Wood...I've found you a Seeker.
84 INT. CORRIDOR - HOGWARTS - EVENING 84
Harry and Ron walk, buffeted by the stream of students

heading for dinner. Hermione walks a few steps behind.
RON
Seeker! But first years never make
the House teams. You must be the
youngest Quidditch player in--
HARRY
--a century. According to
McGonagall.
Just then, Fred and George descend.
FRED
Well done, Harry. Wood's just told
us.
RON
Fred and George are on the team
too. Beaters.
GEORGE
Our job to make sure you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't
make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch.
FRED
Brutal. But no one's died in years.
Someone will vanish occasionally...
GEORGE
But they turn up in a month or two.
As the twins dash off, Ron reads Harry's troubled fade.
RON
Oh go on, Harry. Quidditch is
great. Best game there is. And
you'll be great too.
HARRY
But I've never even played
Quidditch. What if I make a fool of
myself?
HERMIONE
You won't make a fool of yourself.
Ron and Harry turn. They hadn't’even noticed Hermione.
HERMIONE
It's in your blood.
85 INT. TROPHY STAIRCASE - MOMENTS LATER 85
Hermione leads Harry and Ron to a DISPLAY CASE. Inside is a

history of Quidditch at Hogwarts, with ancient brooms,
strange equipment, and various TROPHIES. She points. Etched
upon a SILVER TRAY, below a GRYFFINDOR LION, one NAME shines:
James Potter. Seeker.
RON
Harry...you didn't tell me your
father was a Seeker too.
HARRY
I...didn't know.
86 INT. MARBLE STAIRCASE - MOMENTS LATER 86
As Harry and Ron trail Hermione up the staircase, Ron

WHISPERS.
RON
I'm telling you, it's spooky. She
knows more about you than you do.
HARRY
Who doesn't?
Just then, the staircase LURCHES beneath their feet...
87 INT. FORBIDDEN CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 87
...and transports them to a very dark, very creepy corridor.
RON
Does anybody feel like...we
shouldn't be here?
HERMIONE
We're not supposed to be here. This
is the Third Floor. It's forbidden.
HARRY
(intrigued)
Why, though?
HERMIONE
Because Dumbledore said so. Let's
go.
Meow. They freeze. A CAT sits watching them, eyes glittering

in the dark. Then...a SHADOW scales the wall.
FILCH (O.S.)
Who goes there!
They turn, dash the opposite way. As they reach a DOOR, Harry
grips the knob, twists. It's LOCKED.
FILCH (O.S.)
Lead me to them, my sweet....
RON
That's it. We're done for.
HERMIONE
Oh, move over. Alohomora!
Hermione gives her wand a swish and...the door swings open.
Harry and Ron stare incredulously.
HERMIONE
Standard Book of Spells. Chapter
Seven.
88 INT. FORBIDDEN ROOM - CONTINUOUS 88
As they fall inside, Hermione presses her ear to the door.
RON
Chapter Seven?
HERMIONE
Shhh! Filch is...gone.
RON
He probably thinks this door is
locked.
HERMIONE
It was locked.
HARRY
And for good reason...
Hermione and Ron turn. Standing a feet away is a DOG...only

this one has three heads, three pairs of mad, rolling eyes,
and three sets of hideous yellow fangs dripping with saliva.
As the dog ROARS, they tumble back outside and...
89 INT. 3RD FLOOR CORRIDOR 89
...Harry FLINGS home the DOOR just before the dog throws
itself against it. They exchange a glance, dash off.
The Pink Lady frowns as they spill through, stand gasping.
RON
What do they think they're doing
keeping a thing like that locked up
in school?
HERMIONE
You don't use yqur eyes, do you?
Didn't you see what it was standing
on?
RON
I wasn't looking at its feet. I was
a bit preoccupied with its heads.
Or maybe you didn't notice. There
were three.
HERMIONE
It was standing on a trapdoor,

which means-it's not there by
accident. It's...
HARRY
Guarding something.
HERMIONE
That's right. Now, if you don't
mind, I think I'll go to bed before
either of you figures out another
clever way to get us killed. Or
worse...expelled.
133 EXT. PRACTICE FIELD - DUSK 133
Harry stands with Oliver Wood on the empty practice pitch.
WOOD
Quidditch is easy enough to
understand. Each team has seven
players: Three Chasers, two
Beaters, one Keeper and the Seeker—
that's you. There are three kinds
of balls. This one's called the
Quaffle.
(holds up a red ball)
The Chasers handle the Quaffle and
try to put it through one of three
hoops. The Keeper—that's me—defends
the hoops. With me so far?
Harry nods, points to a WOOD CRATE rocking Violently.
HARRY
I think so. What's in there?
WOOD
Here. Take this.
Wood hands Harry a SMALL CLUB, kneels before the crate, and
unlashes a leather strap. Instantly, a BLACK BALL rockets
into the sky, then, without warning, PLUMMETS straight down—
at Harry's head. Startled, Harry jumps aside and—purely on
instinct—clubs it back into the sky.
WOOD
Not bad, Potter. You'd make a fair
Beater. Careful now, it's coming
back.
As the ball screams back to earth, Wood crates it.
HARRY
What was that?
WOOD
Bludger. Nasty little buggers. But
you're a Seeker. The only ball I
want you to worry about is...this.
Wood takes out a TINY BALL about the size of a walnut. BRIGHT
GOLD, it has little, fluttering WINGS.
HARRY
I like this ball.
WOOD
You like it now. Just wait. It's
wicked fast and damn near
impossible to see.
HARRY
What do I do with it?
WOOD
Catch it. Before the other team's
Seeker. You catch this, the game is
over. You catch this, Potter...we
win.
134 INT. PROFESSOR FLITWICK'S CLASS - DAY 134
PROFESSOR FLITWICK, a very tiny, gnome-like wizard, stands on

a PILE OF BOOKS as he oversees the class.
PROFESSOR FLITWICK
Now don't forget that nice wrist
movement we've been, practising.
Swish and flick. Swish and flick.
Harry, paired with Seamus, poses his wand over the FEATHER
before him and begins to swish and flick.
HARRY
Wingardium Leviosa.
The feather flutters, but never leaves the table.
PROFESSOR FLITWICK
And enunciate! Never forget Wizard
Baruffio, who said 's' instead of
'f' and found himself on the floor
with a buffalo on his chest.
RON
WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!
Ron windmills his arms grandly. Nothing. Hermione frowns.
HERMIONE
Honestly. You're going to take
someone's eye out. Besides, you're
saying it wrong. It's Levi-ohhhh-
sa. Not Levi-o-saaaah.
RON
You do it then, if you're so
clever.
HERMIONE
Wingardium Leviosa.
Hermione swishes and flicks. Instantly the feather rises.
PROFESSOR FLITWICK
Oh, well done! Everyone see here.
Miss Granger's done it!
PFFFT! Across the room, SMOKE curls between Seamus and Harry.
HARRY
I think we’re going to need another
feather over here, Professor.
135 INT. COURTYARD - LATER - DAY 135
As Harry and Ron cross the courtyard, Ron mimics Hermione.
RON
It'sLevi-ohhhhh-sa. Not Levi-o-
saaaah. She's a nightmare,
honestly. No wonder she hasn't got
any friends.
JuSt then, someone BUMPS into Harry. He turns, sees Hermione

dash by, hugging her books, eyes glittering; with tears.
HARRY
I think she heard you.
Candlelit PUMPKINS flicker throughout the hall, while

THOUSANDS OF LIVE BATS flutter overhead. Harry sits quietly,
studying an EMPTY CHAIR, then sees Professor McGonagall
standing across the way with Hagrid. Both are looking at him.
McGonagall says something to Hagrid, who nods, then she steps
away, approaches Harry.
How are you, Potter? All right?
HARRY
Yes, Professor. Fine.
I know...that is, we know...the
members of the staff...that this is
perhaps a difficult night for you.
Halloween. Your parents...
Harry realizes what she is talking about. Nods.
HARRY
I'm all right, Professor.
Very well.
She turnsstarts to go.
HARRY
Professor...Thank you.
You're welcome, Potter.
As she goes, Harry sees Ron glumly pushing his food around,
listening to Neville speak across the EMPTY CHAIR to Seamus.
NEVILLE
Parvati Patil said she wouldn't
come out of the girls' bathroom.
Said she's been in there all
afternoon. Crying.
Just then, Professor Quirrell runs into the room, CRIES OUT:
QUIRRELL
TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! TROLL IN THE
DUNGEON ! Thought you ought to
know...
He faints to the floor. There is a brief silence, then utter

pandemonium breaks out; Students SHRIEK. Bats SCREECH.
POP! POP! POP! The hall goes still, all eyes on Dumbledore,
standing at the front, purple smoke trailing from his wand.
DUMBLEDORE
Everyone will please not panic.
Prefects, lead your Houses back to
the dormitories. Teachers, follow
me to the dungeons.
137 INT. MARBLE STAIRCASE - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 137
As they follow Percy up the stairs, Ron still looks glum.
HARRY
How could a troll get in?
RON
Not on its own. Trolls are really
stupid. Probably Peeves' playing
jokes...
(seeing Harry's face)
What?
HARRY
Hermione. She doesn't know.
138 INT. GIRL'S BATHROOM CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 138
Harry and Ron slip away from the Gryffindors, in with the
Hufflepuffs, then down a deserted hallway. As FOOTSTEPS ring
out, they duck behind a STONE GRIFFIN, see Snape hurry past.
HARRY
That's the third-floor he's going
to. Teachers were supposed to go to
the dungeons...
(wrinkling his nose)
What's that?
RON
Smells like Fred's socks.
Only...worse.
Much worse. Lumbering toward them is a TROLL with an ENORMOUS

CLUB. As it comes into a PATCH OF MOONLIGHT, it blinks
stupidly, peers into a doorway, then slouches slowly inside.
Harry studies a SUIT OF ARMOR beside the door, thinks...
HARRY
Follow me.
Harry edges forward, pulls the SWORD from the suit of armor,
and runs it through the door handle, trapping the troll.
RON
Yes!
Harry grins, then HEARS a high, petrified SCREAM.
HARRY
This wouldn't be the girl's
bathroom, would it?
CUT TO:
CLOSE UP — HERMIONE SCREAMING
139 INT. GIRL’S BATHROOM - NIGHT 139
A HUGE SHADOW falls over Hermione’s face.
HERMIONE'S POV
...as the troll advances directly toward her.
She dashes into a stall, bolts the door. Trembling, she peers
upw’ard.. .watching as...the troll's face appears over the
top, looking in.
Panicked, she drops to the floor and shimmies into the next
stall, out of Sight. Angered, the troll raises its club and—■
SMASH!--shatters the stall Hermione just vacated. As wood
rains down in jagged, splintered pieces...
...Harry and Ron rush in, staring in horror as the troll

raises the club high and SHATTERS the next stall.
Hermione, still crawling, covers her head and peers back.
SMASH! The club comes thundering down yet again, this time
just inches from her foot.
RON
Don't worry, Hermione! We're here!
(turning to Harry)
She's dead.
HERMIONE
I heard that!
RON
What do we do?
HARRY
(looking about
frantically)
Confuse it!
RON
Confuse it?
(SHRUGGING)
Hey, pea brain!
Harry and Ron grab anything they can arid begin to hurl it at
the troll, but they might as well be throwing marshmallows.
As shards of wood bounce off its pint-sized head and great

lumpy shoulders, the troll brings the club down once more and
SHATTERS the last stall.
As Harry and Ron look on grimly, the troll jabs its club into
the hash of wood before it, poking about for Hermione, when,
at the last second...
...she scrambles out and dashes under the sink. GRUNTING

furiously, the troll turns, begins to advance on her.
Harry, thinking fast, rushes forward and leaps upon the

troll's rising club, rising himself...right out of
FRAME...and then...dropping...
...right onto the troll's slimy neck. The troll blinks dimly
and, before it can react, Harry—purely on instinct—shoves his
wand straight up the troll's nose.
The troll ROARS in pain, dropping the club and stamping

about. Ron watches helplessly, then glances at the club on
the floor, an idea flickering across his face. Raising his
wand, he SPEAKS:
RON
Wingardium Leviosa.
Harry swings around, sees Ron standing, wand poised. It does

not inspire confidence. Ron looks at Hermione, takes a
breath, and this time, employs the correct pronunciation.
RON
Wingardium LEVI-OHHHH-SA!
With that, the club quivers upon the floor...begins to rise.

The troll, still raging, grabs Harry's leg and peels him off
his body. As he holds Harry up high, suspended by one leg,
Harry's world goes upside down, spinning, when...
...the club floats by his face. The troll pauses, watching in

confusion as the club rises toward the ceiling, hanging in
magical suspension until...
...THUNK! It drops smack on the troll's head. Wobbling, the

troll releases its grip on Harry's leg and...
...drops him hard to the floor. Harry peers up. The troll
wobbles one last time and starts to fall...directly on top of
Harry. Quickly, Harry rolls away...
...just before the troll SLAMS to the floor, inches away.
All is quiet for a moment. Then Hermione steps forward.
HERMIONE
Is it--dead?
HARRY
I don't think so. Just knocked out.
RON
No need to kill it, after all.
HARRY
Yes, well, that was big of you.
Ugh. Troll snot.
Harry extracts his wand, wipes it on the troll's trousers. A

sudden VOLLEY of FOOTSTEPS announces the arrival of
Professors McGonagall, Snape, and a still queasy Quirrell.
Harry notices a SPOT OF BLOOD on Snape's leg, sees Snape
shift his cloak to cover it.
Explain yourselves! Both of you.
HERMIONE
It's my fault, Professor
McGonagall.
Miss Granger!
HERMIONE
I went looking for the troll. I've
read about them and thought I could
handle it. But I was wrong. If
Harry and Ron hadn't come
along...I'd be dead.
Ron drops his wand, stunned by Hermione's lie.
I'm very disappointed in you, Miss

Granger. Five points will be taken
from Gryffindor for your very
serious lack of judgement. As for
you gentlemen, I hope you realize
just how lucky you are. Not many
First Years could take on a full
grown maintain troll and live to
tell the tale. I award each of you
five points...for sheer dumb luck.
140 INT. SEVENTH FLOOR CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 140
Hermione walks silently beside Harry and Ron.
HARRY
Good of her to get us out of
trouble like that.
RON
Mind you, we did save her from a
full grown mountain troll.
HARRY
Mind you, she might not have needed
saving if we hadn't locked the
thing in with her.
Ron glances at Hermione, then away.
RON
What are friends for?
141 INT. GREAT HALL - DAY 141
Harry, Ron and Hermione sit together. Harry ignores his

breakfast. Ron, as usual, is stuffing his face.
RON
Take a bit of toast, mate. Go on.
HERMIONE
Ron's right, Harry. You're going to
need your strength today.
HARRY
I'm not hungry.
SNAPE
(appearing)
Good luck today, Potter. Then

again, now that you've proven
yourself against a troll, a little
game of Quidditch should be easy
work for you. Even if it is against
my boys.
Snape smiles, LIMPS away toward the Slytherin table.
HERMIONE
That was...disturbing.
RON
I tell you what's disturbing. Snape
smiling.
HARRY
That explains the blood...
HERMIONE
Blood?
HARRY
Last night, Ron and I saw Snape
heading for the third floor. I'm
guessing he let the troll in as a
diversion, tried to get past the
three-headed dog, and got himself
bit. That's why he's limping.
HERMIONE
But why would anyone go near that
dog?
HARRY
Listen. The day I was at Gringotts,
Hagrid took something out of one of
the vaults. Said it was Hogwarts
business. Very secret.
HERMIONE
So you're saying...
HARRY
That's what the dog's guarding.
That's what Snape wants.
RON
"But what's safer than Gringotts?
HARRY
One place, according to Hagrid.
Hogwarts.
HERMIONE
Well, whatever it is, it must be
really valuable.
HARRY
Or really dangerous.
Just then, an OWL beats into the room.
HERMIONE
Bit early for mail, isn't it?
HARRY
That's Hedwig.
All watch as she swoops down with a LONG, THIN PACKAGE. Harry
slips Hedwig a piece of his uneaten toast, strips open the
parcel and finds, inside, a sleek mahogany BROOMSTICK.
HARRY
It's a broomstick.
RON
That's not a broomstick, Harry.
That's a Nimbus Two Thousand.
HARRY
But who...?
Harry glances up, sees—far across the room--Professor

McGonagall looking his way. Quickly, she turns away.
142 EXT. QUIDDITCH FIELD - DAY 142
The stadium is full. Ron and Hermione join Neville and Seamus
in the Gryffindor section, unfurl a banner that reads POTTER
FOR PRESIDENT. As the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams take the
field, the CROWD ROARS. Oliver Wood runs up alongside a
nervous Harry, who clutches his new Nimbus 2000.
WOOD
I know what you're thinking, Harry.
I'm playing my first game of
Quidditch, the entire school's
watching me and, worst of all, it's
against Slytherin. Am I right?
HARRY
Pretty close.
WOOD
It's all right. I felt the same way

before my first game.
HARRY
What happened?
WOOD
I don't really remember. I took a
Bludger to the head about two
minutes in and woke up in the
hospital a week later.
Madame Hooch, clad in REFEREE ROBES, addresses the players.
MADAME HOOCH
Now, I want a nice clean game. From
all of you.
She glances tellingly at Slytherin Captain MARCUS FLINT.
Harry leans over to ANGELINA JOHNSON, Gryffindor Chaser.
HARRY
Who's he, Angelina?
ANGELINA
Marcus Flint. Slytherin Captain.
They say he's got troll blood in
him.
Harry swallows as Flint glares at him murderously.
MADAME HOOCH
Mount your brooms, please.
Hands trembling, Harry waits, then the WHISTLE BLASTS.

FOURTEEN BROOMSTICKS rise into the air. As the crowd ROARS,
Madam Hooch kicks the crate, releasing two SCREAMING
Bludgers, then tosses up the Quaffle. In the stands, LEE
JORDAN does COMMENTARY.
LEE JORDAN
Quaffle's up...and straight off
taken by Angelina Johnson of
Gryffindor. What an excellent
Chaser that girl is, and rather
attractive too, I might add.
Professor McGonagall casts a disapproving glance at Jordan,

then turns to watch the action below.
Cradling the Quaffle, Angelina Johnson WEAVES wickedly past a

Slytherin Chaser, DUCKS UNDER a sizzling Bludger that Fred
Weasley CHIPS AWAY, then DISHES OFF to a speeding Alicia

Spinnet. Alicia FALLS into a FIFTEEN FOOT ROLLING DIVE, feeds
the Quaffle back to Angelina...but has it INTERCEPTED by a
slashing Marcus Flint. Flint FLIES FAST for the hoop, rears
back...but has his shot BLOCKED by Oliver Wood. Wood bumps,
the Quaffle to Chaser Katie Bell, who ROCKETS past Flint the
length of the field...only to take a Bludger to the back of
the head. As the Quaffle pops loose, Marcus Flint grabs it,
drives with astonishing speed back the other way, then takes
a Bludger himself, courtesy of George Weasley. Angelina
Johnson swoops down, Snatches the spinning Quaffle and,
flying like lightning, races the field to score.
As Gryffindor CHEERS fill the cold air, Hagrid makes his way
up the stands, scattering students in his wake.
HAGRID
Budge up there. Clear the way.
How's Harry holdin' up?
Ron and Hermione squeeze together, giving Hagrid space.
RON
He hasn't had much to do yet.
HAGRID
First game. He stays outta trouble,
that'll be doin' enough.
Above the pitch, Slytherin's ADRIAN PUCEY eludes two

Bludgers, two Weasleys and the Chaser, ZOOMING toward the
goals...when suddenly a FLASH OF GOLD zips by his left ear.
HARRY
The Snitch!
Far below, Slytherin Seeker TERENCE HIGGS makes his move.
Harry DIVES. Faster than Higgs, he closes the gap quickly,

eyes locked on the tiny golden ball. He adds some speed,
reaches out, and—WHAM!—Marcus Flint HITS HIM full on, sending
him reeling. Harry PULLS UP his tip, LEVELS-OFF, and glances
about. But the Snitch is GONE.
RON/HERMIONE/HAGRID
FOUL! FOUL! FOUL!
As a Bludger screams past Harry, he tries to kick his broom

higher. Instead, it LURCHES, nearly tossing him off. Below,
Hagrid peers through his BINOCULARS, frowns.
HAGRID
Dunno what Harry thinks he's doin'.

If I didn't know better, I'd say
he's lost control of his broom...
RON
Maybe something happened to it when
Flint blocked him.
In the stands, people gasp as the broom ROLLS OVER and leaves
Harry DANGLING from one end. Neville buries his face.
HAGRID
No. Can't nothin' interfere with a
broomstick except, powerful Dark
magic. No kid could do that to a
Nimbus 2000.
Hearing this, Hermione GRABS Hagrid's binoculars.
HERMIONE
(whispering to Ron)
It's Snape. He's jinxing the broom.
Ron takes the binoculars, looks. Snape sits MUTTERING in the

opposite stands, staring into the sky. Staring at Harry.
RON
Jinxing the broom? What do we do?
HERMIONE
Leave it to me.
As Hermione dashes off, Ron turns the binoculars back to the

sky. Harry hangs from the broom with two hands while Fred
hovers nearby. George circles about ten feet below.
HARRY
What’s George doing?
FRED
Just in case you fall, George
will...
(not sure of this
himself)
...catch you.
HARRY
I knew I should have gone out for
football.
GEORGE
What's football?
Hermione fights her way through the Slytherin faithful, who

cackle at Harry's plight, toward Snape.
MALFOY
Take a good look, lads. With any
luck we'll be having Potter soup
for supper—
Just then, Hermione brushes past, sending Malfoy ass over tea
kettle into Professor Quirrell in the row below. Reaching
Snape, Hermione crouches down and whips out her wand.
Across the field Ron peers through the binoculars...
RON
Come on, Hermione...
Just then, BLUE FLAMES spit from Hermione's wand, climbing

quickly up Snape's robes. Snape continues to mutter, staring
skyward, then realizes he's on fire, and looks away. In the
commotion, that ensues, Ron sees Hermione scoop the blue fire
into a little jar, slip it into robe, and make her escape.
Instantly, Harry's broom stops jerking. He clambers back on,

when—SWOOSH!—A FLASH OF GOLD streaks by him: the Snitch.
Higgs ZOOMS UP from below and he and Harry give chase.
The Snitch SWERVES, then... DIVES. As it PLUMMETS, Harry and

Higgs plummet too, giving it all they've got.
On the pitch below, Hermione puts her hand to her mouth. In

the stands, Neville buries his head again.
As the Snitch drops, the ground rushes crazily upward, the

speed breathtaking. Harry seems intoxicated by it, slightly
crazed, eyes riveted to the fluttering Snitch, seeing it and
only it. Higgs, on the other hand, sees only the ground and,
at the last minute, can bear it no longer, PULLING UP on his
broom and SWERVING to safety. As Harry and earth collide, the
Nimbus cartwheels away, Harry rolls off and, coming up on all
fours, Claps his hand to his mouth. As if he were sick.
Well, that's unfortunate.
Understandable, but unfortunate.
As Harry COUGHS, Hagrid takes back his binoculars, which,

unfortunately for Ron, are still around Ron's neck.
HAGRID
Unfortunate nothin'. He's got the
Snitch!
Harry SHOOTS his hand in the air. The crowd ROARS. Marcus
Flint touches down, fuming.
FLINT
He didn't catch it. He swallowed
it!
HERMIONE
(popping in)
Nothing in the Quidditch rulebook
discriminates against catching the
Snitch in your mouth. Or any other
place for that matter. In fact, in
a game played in Greece in the late
seventeenth century—
MADAME HOOCH
Thank you, Miss Granger. We can
dispense with the more unattractive
historical details of the game.
Nevertheless, your point is well
taken. Match to Gryffindor!
As Harry's teammates lift him to their shoulders, Hermione

spies Snape in the far stands, limping quickly away, his
robes still smoking.
143 EXT. HOGWARTS GROUNDS - LATER - DAY 143
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walk with Hagrid towards his home, a
WOODEN HUT on the edge of the Dark Forest.
HAGRID
Rubbish! Why would Snape put a
curse on Harry's broom?
HARRY
Who knows? Why was he trying to get
past that three-headed dog on
Halloween?
HAGRID
How do you know about Fluffy?
RON
Fluffy?
HERMIONE
That thing has a name?
HAGRID
'Course he's got a name. He's mine.

Bought him off an Irish bloke I met
in the Pub las' year. Lent him to
Dumbledore to guard the...
HARRY
Yes?
HAGRID
Don' be askin' me anymore. That's
top secret, that is.
HARRY
But Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's
guarding, Snape's trying to steal
it.
HAGRID
Codswallop! Snape's a Hogwart's
teacher.
HERMIONE
Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a
jinx when I see one, Hagrid. I've
read all about them. You've got to
keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't
blinking.
HAGRID
Now listen to me, all three of yeh—
yer meddlin' in things that
shouldn't be meddled. It's
dangerous. What that dog's guardin'
is strictly betw'n Professor
Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel—
Hagrid stops, furious with himself, then turns for his hut,
where FANG, an enormous black boarhound, greets him.
HARRY
Nicolas Flamel. Why does that name
sound familiar?
144 EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - DAY 144
December.. Snow falls, dusting the castle turrets and

blanketing the grounds. Hagrid drags a GIANT CHRISTMAS FIR
toward the Castle, Fang trotting by his side.
Nearly Headless Nick SWOOPS about a TOWERING CHRISTMAS TREE,

running GARLAND over the limbs, while Peeves plucks ORNAMENTS
from the branches, hurling them to the floor.
Listen up! As the lake is frozen,
all students going home for holiday
will take a flying sleigh to the
departure platform. Earmuffs are
strongly recommended.
Harry and Ron pay no attention to the students bustling about

them, sitting alone by the window playing WIZARD CHESS.
Unlike Muggle chess, these figures are alive. Presently,
Harry's BISHOP looks cross.
BISHOP
Don't send me there! Can't you see
his Knight? Send him. We can afford
to lose him.
The bishop points to a PAWN. Harry sheepishly complies.
RON
Queen to pawn six.
Ron YAWNS as his queen steps forward and--with extreme

prejudice—disposes of the pawn. Hermione, huge trunk in tow,
arrives just in time to witness the carnage.
HERMIONE
Oh my god! That's barbaric!
RON
That's chess. I see you're packed.
HERMIONE
I see you're not.
RON
Change of plans. My parents decided
to go to Romania to visit my
brother Charlie. He's studying
dragons there.
HERMIONE
You can help Harry then. He
promised to keep looking in the
library for Nicolas Flamel over
holiday.
RON
We have looked. A hundred times.
HERMIONE
(as she exits)
Not in the Restricted Section.
RON
I think we've had a bad influence
on her.
146 INT. BOYS TOWER DORMITORY - MORNING 146
CAMERA PANS a stack of PACKAGES at the foot of Harry's bed.
RON
Happy Christmas, Harry!
Harry rubs his eyes, sees Ron wearing a MAROON SWEATER over
his pajamas. Ron tosses him a present.
HARRY
I've got presents.
RON
What'd you expect? In your hand's
from Hagrid. And by the looks of
that lumpy one, Mum's sent you a
Weasley sweater.
Harry opens Hagrid's, finds a WOODEN FLUTE. As he blows it,

Hedwig cocks her head. It sounds like an owl. Harry takes up
the next parcel. It's very light. He reads the NOTE attached.
HARRY
'Your father left this in my
possession before he died. It is
time it was returned to you.'
Harry tears the paper away, finds something SHINY and

translucent slithers to the floor.
HARRY
It's some kind of...cloak.
RON
Well, let's see then. Put it on.
As Harry takes the cloth, we hang on Ron, watching, then:
RON
Ahhh!
Harry's head is floating in midair. Ron looks on in awe.
RON
Harry, do you know what this is?
It’s an invisibility cloak. They're
really rare. Who gave you this?
HARRY
There's no name...It just says,
'Use it well.'
147 INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT 147
Pitch black. A match STRIKES, floats by itself, in midair. It

drifts forward, LIGHTS a LAMP.
148 INT. LIBRARY - ROW OF BOOKS - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 148
The lamp floats eerily among the books, then rises,

illuminates a SIGN: RESTRICTED.
149 INT. RESTRICTED ROOM - LIBRARY - NIGHT 149
The lamp FLOATS into the room, the invisibility cloak drops
and, bit by bit, HARRY appears.
HARRY
Flamel. Nicolas Flamel...
Harry runs his finger along the spines, stops. Takes a LARGE
BOOK from the shelf. Runs his hand over the course leather,
then...opens it. At once it begins to SHRIEK! Harry SLAMS it
shut, but it goes on WAILING. Stumbling back, Harry tips the
lamp and all GOES dark. FOOTSTEPS ring out. Frantically,
Harry sifts the darkness for the cloak, panicking, when his
hands...DISAPPEAR. Pitching the cloak over himself, he dashes
to the door, just as it CLANGS open—revealing Filch. As
Filch's pale, wide eyes stare straight ahead, Harry glides
right past him...
150 INT. LIBRARY CORRIDOR - NIGHT 150
—then dashes into the corridor, the book’s SHRIEKS echoing

behind him, coming face to face with... Snape and Quirrel, in
the midst of a heated conversation.
SNAPE
Have you found out how to get past
that beast of Hagrid’s, yet?
QUIRRELL
B-b-but Severus, I—
SNAPE
You don’t want me as your enemy,
Quirrel.
QUIRRELL
I don’t know what you—
SNAPE
You know perfectly well what I
mean. Your little bit of hocus
pocus...
Harry walks slowly, carefully around them, trying not to be

heard. Snape stops, as if he's felt a small breeze, then...
turns... seeing soft FEATHERS OF VAPOUR. Snape reaches out to
touch them... Inside the cloak, Harry puts his hand to his
mouth, to stop his breath... Snape finds nothing in front of
him. He turns back to Quirrel.
SNAPE
We'll have another little chat
soon, when you've had time to think
things over and decide where your
loyalties lie.
The door behind them slowly opens and closes... quietly,

carefully...
Filch appears, from around the corridor, walks up to Snape

and Quirrel.
FILCH
Professors... I found this. In the
Restricted Section. It's still hot.
SNAPE
Then they can't be far.
Snape, Quirrel and Filch exit.
151 INT. EMPTY CLASSROOM - NIGHT 151
Harry drops the cloak, exhales, and absently rubs his scar;
wincing mildly. As his eyes adjust, he sees a MAGNIFICENT
MIRROR, as high as the ceiling, across the room. On the frame
is an INSCRIPTION: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on
wohsi. He steps in front.
HARRY
Ah!
Harry turns—as if expecting to see someone--but finds only

the dark shapes of desks and chairs.. Slowly, he turns back.
In the mirror, Harry sees his own startled reflection

and...beyond...a MAN and a WOMAN.
HARRY
Mum? Dad?
152 INT. BOYS TOWER DORMITORY - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 152
CLOSE UP: A SLEEPING RON
HARRY
Ron! Ron! Wake up!
Ron squints in confusion, then Harry lowers the cloak.
HARRY
There's something you've got to
see!
153 INT. EMPTY CLASSROOM - A FEW MINUTES LATER - NIGHT 153
Harry drags Ron to the mirror.
HARRY
Come look! It's my family.
RON
(yawning)
That's you, Harry.
HARRY
Look in properly, go on, stand
here.
Harry steps aside. Ron takes his place and...freezes.
HARRY
There. You see them, don't you?
That's—
RON
Me. Only I'm...Head Boy! And I'm
holding the Quidditch Cup
and...bloody hell...I'm Quidditch
Captain too! Harry, do you think
this mirror shows the future?
HARRY
(troubled)
How can it? All my family are dead.
154 INT. GREAT HALL - THE NEXT MORNING - DAY 154
The Hall looks deserted as the students who remain eat

breakfast. The Weasleys chatter amongst themselves, laughing,
then Ron looks away, sees Harry staring into the distance.
RON
Want to play chess?
HARRY
No.
RON
Want to go visit Hagrid?
HARRY
No.
RON
Harry, I know what you're thinking.
But don't. There's something not
right about that mirror.
155 INT. EMPTY CLASSROOM - NIGHT 155
Harry sits before the mirror, transfixed.
DUMBLEDORE (O.S.)
Back again, Harry?
Harry turns. Dumbledore slips off a desk, sits beside him.
DUMBLEDORE
I see that you—like so many before
you—have discovered the delights of
the Mirror of Erised. I expect by
now you realize what it does.
HARRY
It shows me my family.
DUMBLEDORE
And it showed your friend Ron
himself as Head Boy.
Harry looks surprised. Dumbledore smiles.
DUMBLEDORE
I don't need a cloak to become

invisible.
(re: the mirror)
I'll give you a clue, Harry. The
happiest man on earth would look
into the Mirror of Erised and see
only himself, exactly as he is.
HARRY
So, then, it shows us what we
want... Whatever we want...
DUMBLEDORE
Yes and no. It shows us nothing
more or less than the deepest, most
desperate desire of our hearts.
You, who have never known your
family, see them gathered around
you. Ronald Weasley, who has always
been overshadowed by his family,
sees himself standing alone.
Remember this, though, Harry. This
mirror gives us neither knowledge
or truth. Men have wasted away
before it. Even gone mad.
(rising)
That's why it will be moved to a
new home tomorrow. I ask that you
do not go looking for it again,
Harry. It does not do to dwell on
dreams and forget to live.
HARRY
Can I ask you something, Professor?
What do you see when you look in
the Mirror?
DUMBLEDORE
I? I see myself holding a pair of
thick, woolen socks. One can never
have enough socks, Harry. You'll do
well to remember that as well.
156 EXT. SCHOOLCOURTYARD - DAY 156
Bundled against thechill,Harry—burdened by heavy thoughts—

enters the empty courtyard, Hedwig on his arm. As he releases
her, she sails high over the castle walls...wending her way
through the turrets and then out over the wintry grounds, her
reflection glimmering on the surface of the icy lake below.
As she turns, beating her way back, the dark sky lightens,
turning a slow, glorious blue and the once-dark trees
shimmerin the crisp Spring light. Hogwarts itself shimmers as
well, no longer dusted with snow. Hedwig glides over the
castle walls, swoops, and comes to a fluttering rest outside
one of the high windows of the Great Hall.
Hermione—book in hand—quizzes Ron, who seems more interested

in the pack of Chocolate Frogs in his hand.
HERMIONE
I'll ask you again. What are the
three most Crucial ingredients in a
Forgetfulness Potion?
RON
And I'll tell you again. I forgot.
HERMIONE
And what, may I ask, do you plan to
do should you get that question on
final exams?
RON
Crib off you.
HERMIONE
You will not. Besides, according to
Professor McGonagall, we're to be
given special quills bewitched with
an anticheating spell.
RON
That's insulting. It's as if they
don't trust us.
(frowning)
Dumbledore again.
As Ron tosses the wizard card onto the table, HARRY WATCHES
IT SPIN...just.as...a smattering of LAUGHTER erupts across
the hall. Neville is HOPPING like a bunny, legs STUCK
TOGETHER, while Seamus trails after.
RON/HERMIONE
Leg-Locker Curse.
(and then to each other)
Malfoy.
Neville, breathing hard, reaches the Gryffindor table, then,

before anyone can catch him, topples to the floor.
RON
You’ve got to start standing up to
him, Neville.
NEVILLE
How? I can't stand up at all.
SEAMUS
I offered to do the countercurse,
but he wouldn't let me.
NEVILLE
Of course not. That's all I need,
you to set my bloody kneecaps on
fire.
SEAMUS
I don't appreciate the insinuation,
Longbottom. Besides, if anyone
cares to notice, my eyebrows have
completely grown back.
As Seamus turns away, the others see a curious BALD SPOT on

the back of his head. Ron takes out his wand.
RON
All right then, Neville, who shall
it be? Me, Hermione, or...
HARRY
I've found him.
Ron stops, sees Harry holding up Dumbledore's wizard card.

Ron takes it.
RON
He's bowling. So what? He's always
bowling.
Harry rolls his eyes, turns the card over for Ron to READ.
RON
'Dumbledore is particularly famous
for his defeat of the dark wizard
Grindelwald, for the discovery of
the twelve uses of dragon's
blood...and his work on
alchemy...with his partner, Nicolas
Flamel.'
HARRY
I knew the name sounded familiar. I
read it on the train that day.
Hermione steps right over Neville.
HERMIONE
Follow me.
NEVILLE
Hey! Wait! What about that counter-
curse!
Neville1 eyes shift. Seamus smiles, raises an eyebrow.
158 INT. LIBRARY - MOMENTS LATER - DAY 158
CLOSE UP: A BOOK ON ALCHEMY
as it hits the table with a LOUD THUD. Hermione flips through

the pages as Harry and Ron look over her shoulder.
HERMIONE
How could I be so stupid! I checked
this out weeks ago for a bit of
light reading.
RON
This is light?
HERMIONE
Of course! Here it is!
(whispers dramatically)
Nicolas Flamel is the only known
maker of the Sorcerer's Stone!
Harry and Ron glance at each other, then Hermione.
HARRY/RON
The what?
HERMIONE
Oh, honestly, don't you two read?
(reading)
’The Sorcerer's Stone is a
legendary substance with
astonishing powers. It will
transform any metal into pure gold
and produces the Elixir of Life,
which will make the drinker
immortal.'
RON
Immortal.
HERMIONE
It means you'll never die.
RON
I know what it means—
HERMIONE
’The only stone currently in
existence belongs to Mr. Nicolas
Flamel, the noted alchemist, who
last year celebrated his six
hundred and sixty-fifth birthday.'
(looking up)
That's what Fluffy's guarding on
the Third Floor. That's what's
under the trapdoor. The Sorcerer's
Stone!
HARRY
So Flamel knows someone's after the
Stone...gives it to Dumbledore to
keep safe at Hogwarts...not
realizing that the one who's after
it...
HERMIONE
Teaches at Hogwarts.
RON
So Snape wants piles of gold and to
live forever. Who wouldn't?
Hermione closes the book, troubled by something.
HARRY
What is it, Hermione?
HERMIONE
I don't want to scare you, Harry.
It's just...if all Snape wants is
the Sorcerer's Stone...why did he
try to kill you that day on the
Quidditch pitch?
Harry ponders this, but doesn't have an answer.
159 EXT. HAGRID'S HUT - LATER - NIGHT 159
Harry, trailed by Ron and Hermione, KNOCKS on Hagrid's door.
The door rattles, opens a crack, and Hagrid peers out.
HAGRID
Oh. Hullo. Er...not ter be rude,

but I'm not really fit ter
entertain right about--
HARRY
We know about the Sorcerer's Stone.
160 INT. HAGRID'S HUT - NIGHT 160
Everything here is oversized. Hagrid adds wood to an already

roaring fire, putters about a large, simmering kettle.
HAGRID
Snape! Blimey, yer not still on
abou' him, are yeh?
HARRY
Hagrid, we know he's after the
Stone. We just don't know...why.
HAGRID
Harry, Snape was one o' the
teachers in on protectin' the
Stone. He's not abou' ter steal it.
HARRY
What?
HAGRID
Yeh heard me: Snape was one o' the
teachers in on protectin' the
Stone. Now, as I said, I'm a bit
preoccupied at the moment--
HARRY
Wait a minute. One of the teachers?
HERMIONE
Of course! There are other things
defending the Stone, aren't there?
Spells, enchantments...
HAGRID
Tha's right. Bloody waste o' time
if yeh ask me. T'ain't no one goin'
ter get past Fluffy. Not a soul
knows how 'cept me an' Dumbledore—
CRACK! A CLICKING SOUND is heard coming from the kettle, then

a curious SCRAPING. Harry looks. Sees a HUGE BLACK EGG.
HARRY
Hagrid...exactly what is that?
HAGRID
Ah. Well. That's...er...
RON
I know what that is! But Hagrid.
How did you ever get one?
HAGRID
Won it. Off a stranger in the
village. Think he was glad ter be
rid of it, ter be honest.Blimey...
The scraping is furious now. Quickly, Hagrid takes the egg

from the kettle, sets it on a table. Fissures spread like
veins over its surface, then it...EXPLODES... SHELL FLYING
LIKE SHRAPNEL. Harry, Ron and Hermione cover themselves.
HERMIONE
Is that...a dragon?
RON
That's not just a dragon! That's a
Norwegian Ridgeback! My brother
Charlie works with these in
Romania.
HAGRID
Isn't he beautiful! Bless 'im,
look, he knows 'is Mummy!
(tickling the dragon's
tummy)
Hullo, Norbert.
HARRY
Norbert?
HAGRID
Well, he's got ter have a name.
The dragon blinks at Hagrid, screws up its face

and...SNEEZES, spewing forth a shower of SPARKS, which sends
Fang whimpering and kindles a brief blaze in Hagrid's beard.
HAGRID
Needs ter be trained up a bit, o'
Course,
(stopping cold)
Hey, you there!
All turn. Peering through the window is a FACE.
HARRY
Malfoy!
They leap to the door--see a fleet figure racing across the

grounds, disappearing in the night.
161 EXT. HOGWARTS GROUNDS - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 161
Harry, Ron and Hermione walk toward the glittering castle.
HARRY
Hagrid always wanted a dragon. Told
me so the first time I ever met
him.
RON
But it's crazy. And worse, Malfoy,
knows.
HARRY
I don't understand. Is that bad?
PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL (O.S.)

Mr. Potter. Mr. Weasley. Miss
Granger.
Up ahead stands Professor McGonagall, a jagged silhouette in

castle-light. Beside her, Draco Malfoy grins arrogantly.
RON
It's bad.
162 INT. PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL'S CLASSROOM - MOMENTS LATER 162
Harry, Ron and Hermione stand before a displeased McGonagall,

while Malfoy looks on, practically quivering with pleasure.
As every schoolchild knows, dragon
breeding is against our laws, has
been ever since the Warlock's
Convention of 1709. And for good
reason. It's hard to keep the
Muggles from noticing us if we've
got a thirty-foot Ukranian
Ironbelly running around the back
garden.
RON
Norwegian Ridgeback.
Professor Mcgonagall's eyes shift, narrow on Ron.
RON
I just meant... in this
case...sorry.
Personally, I don’t care if Hagrid
has a Chinese Fireball sitting in
his kitchen, Mr. Weasley. He
answers to Dumbledore. You, on the
other hand, answer to me. Nothing —
I repeat, nothing--gives a student
the right to walk about the school
at night. Therefore, as punishment
for your actions, fifty points will
be taken.
As the others gasp, Malfoy's eyes glimmer with cruel ecstasy.
HARRY
Fifty?
Each. And to insure it doesn't
happen again, all four of you will
receive detention.
MALFOY
Excuse me, Professor. Perhaps I
heard you wrong. I thought you said
the four of us.
Indeed. You see, Mr. Malfoy,
however noble your intentions, you
too were out of bed after hours.
You will join your classmates in
detention.
163 INT. GREAT HALL - MORNING 163
As Harry, Ron and Hermione eat breakfast, the HOURGLASSES

tell the tale: Gryffindor has slipped to last place. Just
then, Fred and George pass by.
FRED
Don't worry, you three. This'll all
blow over.
GEORGE
It may take a year or two, but

eventually people will start
talking to you again.
HERMIONE
(sniffing defensively)
Well, I for one, see nothing wrong
with a reduced social life. It'll
give us more time to revise for
finals.
RON
Why bother? Even with Malfoy losing
points, Slytherin's a lock for the
House Cup. And look. Malfoy knows
it.
All three peer at Malfoy. He raises a goblet in their

direction, cackles with Crabbe and Goyle.
HERMIONE
He won't be smiling tonight,
(off Harry and Ron's
looks)
Haven't you heard? For detention
they're taking us into the Dark
Forest.
164 EXT. HOGWARTS GROUNDS - NIGHT 164
Beneath a pale moon, Filch, carrying a lantern, leads Harry,

Ron, Hermione and Malfoy across the dark grounds.
FILCH
A pity they let the old punishments
die. Was a time, detention would
find you all hanging by your thumbs
in the dungeons...
165 EXT. HAGRID'S HUT -MOMENTS LATER 165
As Filch and the others reach the yard, they find Hagrid
stringing a crossbow, Fang at his side.
FILCH
A sorry lot this, Hagrid. I pity
you.
Filch squints, sees tears running down Hagrid's face.
FILCH
Good god, man, you're not still on

about that bloody dragon, are you?
HAGRID
(to Harry, Ron, Hermione)
Norbert's gone. Dumbledore's sent
'im off ter Romania ter live in a
colony.
HERMIONE
Well, that's good, isn't it? He'll
be with his own kind. Better all
around, don't you think? Especially
for Fang.
Hearing his name, a singed Fang beats his BANDAGED tail.
HAGRID
But what if Norbert doesn't like
Romania. What if the other dragons
are mean to him? He's only a baby,
after all.
RON
A baby that breaths fire.
Harry elbows Ron, silencing him.
FILCH
For god's sake, pull yourself
together, man. You're going into
the Forest, after all. Got to have
your wits about you.
MALFOY
The Forest? But I thought that was
just a joke. We can't go in the
Forest. Students aren't allowed.
And there's...werewolves.
FILCH
(turning away)
Oh, there's more'n werewolves in
those trees, lad. You can be sure
o' that.
166 EXT. DARK FOREST - LATER 166
Harry and the others trail Hagrid down a skinny path through
the dark trees. Hagrid turns to Harry, speaks low.
HAGRID
Sorry abou’ this, Harry. Know it’s

me that deserves punishin’, not
you. By all rights I should be
sittin’ in a cell in Azkaban
tonight.
HARRY
It’s all right, Hagrid. Besides,
it’s not your fault we were out
after hours. If we hadn’t come
knocking on your door in the middle
of the night—
Abruptly Hagrid kneels, takes something onto his fingers.
HARRY
(a bit warily)
What’s that?
HAGRID
The reason we’re here.
(rising)
All righ’ now, lis’en up. See this
here?
Hagrid holds up his fingers. They're marked with SILVER.
HAGRID
It's unicorn blood. I found one
dead a few weeks back and two
before that first term. This one
here's been hurt bad by summat.
It's our job to find the poor
thing. Only one way ter get that
done and that's ter split inter two
parties. Ron, Hermione—yeh'll come
with me. Harry, yeh'll go with
Malfoy.
MALFOY
I want Fang then.
HAGRID
Fine. But jus', so yeh know. He's a
bloody coward.
167 EXT. PATH - DARK FOREST 167
Fang trots down the path ahead of Harry, while a nervous

Malfoy trails behind.
MALFOY
Wait until my father hears about

this. This is servant stuff. We
should be writing lines
or...something.
HARRY
If I didn't know better, Draco, I'd
say you were scared.
MALFOY
You're too stupid to be scared,
Potter, growing up with Muggles. If
you were from a real wizard family,
you wouldn't be laughing.
HARRY
I'm not, believe me...
As Malfoy joins Harry, he stops dead. The trees ahead are

striped violently with DRIPPING SILVER, and beyond—lying in a
small clearing—is the broken body of a UNICORN.
Fang backs off, something primal in his eyes. Harry watches

Mm, reading hisfear, then..the SLITHERING SOUND returns.
Seconds later, a HOODED FIGURE slithers over the leaves,
drops its head over the leering WOUND on the unicorn's
side...and begins to DRINK ITS BLOOD.
MALFOY
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Malfoy bolts, slipping and sliding as Fang whimpers after.

Barry WINCES, clutches his scar, then sees that the Hooded
Figure is staring directly at. him, silver dribbling down its
front. Woozy from pain, Harry staggers back, then falls, the
SLITHERING SOUND DRAWING CLOSER, when...
HOOVES pummel the path behind him and some thing leaps clear
over him, flickering past the moon above. It charges the
hooded figure, drives it back into the trees...and away.
A SHADOW FALLS across Harry's face. It is a CENTAUR with eyes

like pale saphires. He is FIRENZE.
FIRENZE
Harry Potter. You are known to many
creatures here. You must leave. The
forest is not safe at this time.
Especially for you.
HARRY
What was that thing you saved me
from?
FIRENZE
Only one who has nothing to lose
would commit such a crime. It is a
monstrous thing to slay a unicorn.
The blood of a unicorn will keep
you alive, even if you are an inch
from death, but at a terrible
price. You have slain something so
pure that-- from the moment the
blood touches your lips-you will
have a half life. A cursed life.
HARRY
But who would choose such a life?
FIRENZE
Can you think of no one?
HARRY
Do you mean to say that thing that
killed the unicorn, that was
drinking its blood, that was
Voldemort!
FIRENZE
Do you know whatis hidden in the
school at this very moment, Mr.
Potter?
HARRY
The Sorcerer’s Stone.
AND FOR THE UK AUDIENCE...
HARRY
The Philosopher’s Stone...
A commotion is heard as Hagrid and the others come slashing

through the trees. As Harry reacts, the others break into the
clearing.
HERMIONE
Harry!
HAGRID
Oh, it’s you, is it, Firenze. I see
you’ve met our Mr. Potter. All
right there, Harry?
Harry nods...but he looks anything but all right.
168 INT. GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM - LATER 168
Harry paces before the fire while Ron and Hermione watch.
RON
You mean...You-Know-Who's out
there, right now, in the forest!
HARRY
But he's weak. He's living off the
unicorns. Don't you see? We had it
wrong. Snape doesn't want the Stone
for himself. He wants the Stone for
Voldemort. With the Elixer of Life
Voldemort will be strong again.
He'll...come back.
RON
But if he comes back, you don't
think he'd try to...kill you? Do
you?
HARRY
I think if he'd had the chance, he
might have tried to kill me
tonight.
Ron looks vaguely sick.
RON
And to think I've been worrying
about my Potions final.
HERMIONE
No. We're forgetting one thing.
Who's the one wizard Voldemort
always feared?
(as they turn)
Dumbledore. As long as Dumbledore's
around, you're safe, Harry. As long
as Dumbledore's around...you can't
be touched.
169 EXT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - DAY 169
Students flock onto the sunny grounds, finished with exams.
HERMIONE
I'd always heard Hogwarts' end of
year exams were frightful. But I
found that rather enjoyable.
Weren’t you stunned not to be asked
about Elfric the Eager?
RON
I'm stunned my head didn't explode.
Alright there, Harry?
HARRY
My scar. Keeps...burning.
HERMIONE
It's happened before...
HARRY
Not like this...
Harry glances across the grounds at Hagrid, sitting in his

front garden playing a FLUTE. At his feet, Fang's eyes droop.
HARRY
No...
HERMIONE
Harry?
Harry starts across the grounds. Hermione and Ron glance at

one another, rush after.
HARRY
Don't you think it's a bit odd,
that what Hagrid wants more than
anything is a dragon? And a
stranger turns up who just happens
to have one? I mean, how many
people wander around with dragon
eggs in their pocket? Why didn't I
see it before?
170 INT. HAGRID'S HUT - MOMENTS LATER 170
Hagrid shrugs, goes on polishing the FLUTE in his hand.
HAGRID
Ne'er saw his face. Kept his hood
up.
HARRY
Didn't that strike you as unusual?
HAGRID
Yeh meet a lot o' unusual types in
the village. Ain't 'xactly usual
meself.
HARRY
This stranger, though. You and he

must've talked...
HAGRID
He asked what I did, the sorta
creatures I look after. Tol' him
after Fluffy a dragon wouldbe easy.
HARRY
And did he seem interested in
Fluffy?
HAGRID
Well, yeah. How many three-headed
dogs do yeh meet, even if yeh're in
the trade? So I tells 'im, this
stranger, the trick with any beast
is ter know what calms 'em. Take
Fluffy, fer example. Jus' play 'im
a bit o' music an' he'll go
straight off ter sleep--
Hagrid stops, horrified by his slip.
HAGRID
I shouldn'ta tol' yeh that! Forget
I said it! Hey! Where yeh goin'!
Hey!
171 INT. MCGONAGALL'S CLASSROOM - DAY 171
Harry, Ron and Hermione clang through the door, Professor

McGonagall looks up.
HARRY
We have to see Professor
Dumbledore. Immediately.
I see. Well, I'm afraid Professor
Dumbledore is not here. Only
moments ago, he received an urgent
owl from the Ministry of Magic and
flew off to London.
HARRY
He's gone? Now? But this is
important! This is about...the
Sorcerer's Stone.
Professor McGonagall nearly drops the books in her hands.
How do you know--
HARRY
Someone's going to try and steal
it.
Nonsense. I don't know how you
three found out about the Stone,
but I assure you it is well
protected. Now, run along.
172 EXT. CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER 172
Harry leads the others down the corridor.
HARRY
That was no stranger Hagrid met in
the village. It was Snape. Which
means he knows how to get past
Fluffy.
HERMIONE
And with Dumbledore gone...
SNAPE (O.S.)
Good afternoon.
They freeze. Up ahead, Snape stands, studying them.
SNAPE
Now what would three fine
Gryffindors such as yourselves be
doing inside on such a lovely day?
HERMIONE
We were just...
SNAPE
You want to be careful. People will
think you're...up to something.
Snape eyes Harry, then turns away.
HERMIONE
What do we do now?
HARRY
Go through the trapdoor. Tonight.
Empty. Dark. Two doors ease open. Hermione slips out the one,
Harry and Ron the other. They creep toward the Pink Lady
when--CROAK!--they freeze. Look. Breath a sigh of relief.
HARRY/RON/HERMIONE
Trevor.
Trevor the toad blinks up at them. CROAK!
RON
Trevor! Shh! Go! You shouldn't be
here.
NEVILLE
Neither should you.
They all jump. Neville rises from an armchair.
NEVILLE
You're sneaking out again, aren't
you?
HARRY
Now, Neville, listen...
NEVILLE
No! I won't let you. You'll get
Gryffindor in trouble again.
I'll...I'll fight you! You were the
ones who told me I had to stand up
to people!
RON
To people. Not us.
Neville raises his fists. Unfortunately, his teddy bear

pyjamas somewhat undermine the intended effect.
HERMIONE
Neville. I'm really, really sorry
about this.
(raising her wand)
Petrificus Totalus!
Instantly, Neville's arms and legs snap to his sides. He

SWAYS...then FALLS FLAT...only his eyes moving, staring at
them in horror. Harry and Ron look a little horrified too.
RON
You're a little scary sometimes,
you know that? Brilliant. But
scary.
174 INT. THIRD FLOOR CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT 174
CAMERA DRIFTS...down the corridor. Suddenly, up ahead, Peeves

rounds the corner, MUMBLING to himself as he JUGGLES a trio
of APPLES. Suddenly, he stops, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
PEEVES
Who's there? Know you're there,
even if I can't see you. Are you
ghoulie or ghostie or wee student
beastie?
Nothing. Peeves smiles slyly, reaches back, and hurls one of

the apples. It streaks through the air...then...disappears in
mid-flight. Peeves smile fades.
PEEVES
Never mind.
He backpedals frantically, turns, and swoops off the way he

came. Seconds later, Harry drops the cloak, tosses the APPLE
in his hand to Ron.
HERMIONE
That was close.
Harry steps to the chamber before them. Inside, the thrum of

MUSIC can be heard. Slowly, Harry starts to ease open the
door...when... CRUNCH! Hermione and Harry jump, turn. Ron
stands chewing the apple.
RON
Sorry. I get hungry when I'm
nervous.
Harry pushes the door clear...finds...a giant quivering nose

and yellow fangs dripping with saliva. They GASP, then...
RON
Wait a minute. He's...
HARRY
Snoring.
Harry pushes the door further and the light from the corridor
falls on a TINY HARP. Playing by itself.
175 INT. FORBIDDEN CORRIDOR - NIGHT 175
As they enter, Harry takes a FLUTE from his pocket.
HARRY
Suppose we won't be needing this
now. Look, it's obvious Snape's
already got past Fluffy. If you two
want to go back—
RON
Don't be stupid.
HERMIONE
We're coming.
HARRY
Right then. All together now.
Straining mightily, they put their shoulders to the massive

paw that lays across the trapdoor. Once done, Harry flings it
open. Below lies only darkness...a faint whistling wind.
HARRY
I'll go first. Don't follow until I
give you a sign. If something...bad
happens...get yourselves out—
(stopping)
Does it seem a bit...quiet...to
you?
HERMIONE
The harp...what happened to the—
Splat! Something wet and sticky hits Ron's shoulder.
RON
Yuck! What's this ruddy stuff—
Slowly, they look up. A MONSTROUS, DROOLING SHADOW darkens

their faces. Fluffy. Awake. Hungry. Each head ponders its own
particular snack, then, with a mighty GROWL, swoops.
Instantly, the trio pitches themselves into the darkness...
176 INT. SHAFT/DEVIL'S SNARE - SECONDS LATER 176
Harry PLUMMETS down a glittering shaft, tumbling head over

heels, down, down, down, until...
FLUMP! He lands in something soft and yamlike, followed

quickly by Ron and Hermione. Harry adjusts his glasses, looks
up. A tiny SQUARE OF LIGHT—the trapdoor—glimmers far above.
RON
That was...cool.
HARRY
We must be miles under the school.
RON
Lucky this plant thing's here,
really.
HARRY
WO!
A vine snakes out Ron's back collar.
RON
Wo!
Twin creepers encircle Harry's chest.
HERMIONE
Stop moving! Both of you! This is
Devil's Snare! You have to relax.
HARRY
Uh, Hermione, it's a bit difficult
to relax...
(as a vine encircles his
neck)
...given the circumstances.
HERMIONE
I know, Harry. But you must. If you
don't, it'll only kill you faster.
RON
Kill us faster? Oh now I can relax.
As they watch, Hermione takes a LONG, SLOW BREATH and...is

SUCKED beneath the surface...VANISHING.
HARRY/RON
Hermione!
Panicking, Harry and Ron begin to struggle anew, but the

vines only wrap more tightly around them.
RON
What are we going to do now!
HERMIONE (O.S.)
Just relax.
HARRY
(glancing about)
Hermione? But how...where?
HERMIONE (O.S.)
Do what I say!
Harry looks at Ron. He's almost completely entwined.
HARRY
I suggest we do what she says.
Harry takes a DEEP BREATH and closes his eyes. Slowly, like
witch's fingers...the vines DRAW him beneath the surface.
177 INT. STAIRCASE (BENEATH DEVIL'S SNARE) 177
Harry drops through the ceiling, twisting through the webby

undergrowth of Devil's Share and onto the ground next to
Hermione. From above, Ron can be HEARD screaming for HELP.
HERMIONE
He's not relaxing, is he?
Ron's VOICE BELLOWS again.
HARRY
Apparently not.
Hermione furrows her brow, thinking ALOUD in a sing-song.
HERMIONE
Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare.
Dances in the dark, delights in the
damp...
178 INT. SHAFT/DEVIL'S SNARE 178
Ron, wrapped tight as a mummy by this point, cocks his ear in

disbelief.
RON
Is she doing a poem? It's not
possible she's doing a poem, is it?
Hermione ignores him, continuing in deep concentration.
HERMIONE
It's deadly fun, but will...sulk in
the sunl That's it! Light! Devil's
Snare hates the light!
She whips out her wand, points it at the vines hanging from
the ceiling, and sends forth a BRIGHT BURST of GOLD.
180 INT. SHAFT/DEVIL'S SNARE 180
As the LIGHT BURNS through, the plant withers. An OPENING

forms, the vines SNAP free of Ron, and...he DROPS through.
Ron lands heavily, looks up.
RON
Lucky we didn't panic.
HARRY
Lucky Hermione pays attention in
Herbology.
Just then...they detect a SOUND: a RUSTLING, a CLINKING. The

three exchange a glance, begin to descend the staircase.
HERMIONE
What is that?
HARRY
I don't know...sounds like wings.
182 INT. CHAMBER OF KEYS 182
Harry, Hermione and Ron enter a brilliantly lit chamber where

hundreds of JEWEL BRIGHT BIRDS flutter below a high arching
ceiling. On the opposite side is a HEAVY WOODEN DOOR and,
floating in the center of the chamber, a single BROOMSTICK.
Ron and Hermione begin to cross to the door, gazing in wonder

at the strangely beautiful creatures overhead.
HERMIONE
Curious. I've never seen birds like
these...
HARRY
They're not birds...
Ron and Hermione turn, see Harry standing by the floating

broom in the center of the room, looking up.
HARRY
They're keys. And I'll bet one of
them fits that door.
Hermione tests the doorknob, nods.
HERMIONE
Locked.
RON
Alohomora!
Hermione turns, sees Ron waving his wand at the knob. No

good. It's still locked. He shrugs.
RON
Well, it was worth a try.
HERMIONE
(peering up)
Sowhat do we do? There must be a
thousand keys up there...
RON
(examining the lock)
We're looking for a big, old-
fashioned one—probably silver, like
the handle. There! That one, see!
With the bright blue wings!
Ron points. Fluttering within a pocket of brass keys is a

larger, SILVER one.
HERMIONE
What's wrong with its wing?
RON.
The feather's pinched. Probably
from Snape catching it before us.
Hermione nods, sees Harry still staring at the broom.
HERMIONE
Harry?
HARRY
It's...too simple.
RON
Oh, go on, Harry. If Snape could

catch it on that old CleanSweep,
you can. It's not for nothing
you're the youngest Seeker in a
Century.
Harry nods uncertainly—still troubled—but slowly reaches out

nonetheless. As his fingers touch the broomstick...
...the KEYS EXPLODE IN A FRENZY, hissing like wasps, swarming

in great, glittering clouds. Ron's smile droops.
RON
Well, this complicates things a
bit.
As Harry kicks into the air, a seething cluster of keys falls

like HARD RAIN, CHATTERING at his arms and legs, SLICING at
his skin, SHREDDING his sweater...
RON
He'll be torn to pieces..
Horrified, Ron and Hermione watch Harry soar higher, fending

off the keys with his free hand, until...
HARRY'S POV
Through a MAD CLATTERING, CLUSTER of KEYS, he spies the

larger, silver one, fluttering only feet beyond his grasp.
Harry hovers, grimacing as the hissing keys drop like DARTS

onto his extended hand...then SNATCHES the silver key.
Instantly, Harry whips downward in a wide, dizzying circle,

trying to outrun the now furious keys. They shadow his every
move, drawing closer and closer, HUMMING VICIOUSLY as they
begin to CHIP at the TAIL TWIGS of the broom. Desperate,
Harry throws the broom into a reckless dive and, steering
with one hand...
...FLINGS the key to Ron. As Ron dashes to the door, Harry

soars back up, taking the raging keys with him, then circles
back and watches Ron JAM the key into the lock. As Hermione
and Ron scurry through, Harry rockets straight after, the
keys gaining once again, CHIPPING at the tail of broom like a
buzzsaw through balsa wood. As the broom begins to WAFFLE,
Harry gives one last BURST of SPEED and...SOARS through the
open door. Together, Hermione and Ron FLING the door SHUT...
just before the keys rain down like BULLETS.
183 INT. CHESS ROOM 183
...UTTER DARKNESS. Hermione's VOICE pierces the darkness.
HERMIONE
I don't like this. I don't like
this at all.
A small bouquet of BLUE FLAMES blooms in Hermione's hands,

illuminating little more than the trio's faces and some VAGUE
SHAPES looming ahead.
HARRY
Where are we? A graveyard?
Harry steps forward and—suddenly--one of the SHAPES moves

towards them. Hermione GASPS. The SHAPE stops.
RON
This is no graveyard...
Ron takes an unlit torch from the wall, touches it to the

blue flames fluttering in Hermione's palms, and kneels. As he
paints the floor with light, a SPARK SPITS from the torch and
ignites a trail of FIRE.
RON
It's a chessboard.
Sure enough. As the chamber glows with light, a kind of

battlefield is revealed, studded with faceless soldiers.
HERMIONE
But what're we to do?
As Hermione takes a tentative step onto the board, a BISHOP'S

STONE SWORD drops heavily down, barring her way.
RON
It's obvious, isn't it? We've got
to play pur way across the room.
Excuse me...are we meant to join
you?
(as the bishop nods)
Brilliant.
(to Harry, Hermione)
Now don't be offended, but neither
of you are particularly good at
chess—
HARRY
Just tell us what to do.
RON
All right. Harry, you take the

empty Bishop's square. Hermione—
you'll be the Queenside castle. As
for me...
Ron leaps astride the only riderless horse.
RON
...I'll be a Knight.
HERMIONE
What happens now?
RON
We play.
Across the board, a WHITE PAWN moves forward two squares

(e4). As Ron contemplates his own move, Hermione glances
apprehensively at the fierce pieces across the board.
HERMIONE
Ron, you don't suppose this is
going to be like real wizard's
chess, do you?
Ron—contemplating something--doesn't answer immediately,

instead gesturing to his own pawn.
RON
You there...d5
As Ron's BLACK PAWN obliges, WHITE'S PAWN slides swiftly

forth (to d5) and, with a THUNDEROUS collision, the black
pawn EXPLODES, rubble raining to the ground.
RON
Yes, Hermione? I think this is
going to be exactly like wizard's
chess.
DISSOLVE TO:
...the chess board, a real battlefield now, littered on both

sides with fallen pieces. Ron, drained but intense, surveys
the board, MUTTERING to himself.
RON
Think...Think.
(deciding)
Castle to ...c3
The BLACK CASTLE advances. Instantly, the WHITE QUEEN sweeps

forward and, with cruel indifference, SHATTERS the Rook.
Harry, only one square removed, stares with horror.
Unnerved, he glances up at Ron, but Ron's eyes see only the

board. Harry turns, taking a look himself...and blinks.
HARRY
Wait a minute...
(pointing to the Queen)
She's made the same mistake I
always make. If I go there, she has
to take me, and the King is
exposed!
Ron nods, but it's clear he doesn't share Harry's enthusiasm.
RON
There's just one problem with that.
It's you that has to go on, Harry.
I know it. Not me. Not Hermione.
You.
HARRY
No, Ron...
HERMIONE
What is it?
HARRY
He's going to sacrifice himself.
HERMIONE
No. There has to be another way!
RON
Do you want to stop Snape from
getting the Stone or not!
(turning to Harry)
You understand, right, Harry? Once
I make my move, the Queen will take
me. Then you're free to check the
King.
Harry stares at Ron—an understanding between them—then simply

nods. Ron grips the reins then and, without a word, drives
his horse forward (Nh3). Instantly, the White Queen POUNCES.
As Ron hits the floor, Hermione SCREAMS. She starts to go to
him, when Harry holds up his hand.
HARRY
No!
(AS SHE FREEZES)
Don't forget we're still playing.
Hermione nods, staring at Ron. Harry steps forward (Bc5).
The WHITE QUEEN moves to block (Qe3), but it's futile.
Harry stares at her, eyes full of hatred, then steps forward,

places his trembling hand on the cold stone of her gown and,
with the gentlest of shoves...topples her.
HARRY
(softly)
Checkmate.
As a veil of dust hovers, the white king removes his CROWN,

lets it roll from his fingers, across the stone floor, where
it comes to rest at Harry's feet. Harry stares at Hermione's
stricken face.
HARRY
If you can, go to the Owlery and
send a message to Dumbledore. Ron's
right. I have to go on.
Hermione turns, her eyes glittering. Without warning, she

rushes forward, embraces Harry.
HERMIONE
You're a great wizard, Harry
Potter! You are, you know!
HARRY
(a bit embarrassed)
Not as good as you.
HERMIONE
Me! Books. And cleverness. There
are more important things—
friendship and bravery and—-oh,
Harry, be careful!
She turns then, goes to Ron. Harry studies his two friends,
then looks away. The remaining chessmen bow, parting the way
to the next door. He steps forward.
184 INT. LAST CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER 184
Alone, Harry makes his way through a corridor that drops down
like a tunnel. Up ahead, a chamber glimmers.
185 INT. THE LAST CHAMBER - NIGHT 185
Harry descends a staircase. As the chamber below comes into

view, he sees a FIGURE standing before the Mirror of Erised.
HARRY
You!
The figure turns. It is Professor Quirrell.
HARRY
No. It can’t be. Snape...
QUIRRELL
Mm, yes, he does seem the type,
doesn't he? So useful Snape.
Swooping around like an overgrown
bat. Next to him, who would suspect
p-poor st-stuttering Professor
Quirrell?
HARRY
But that day, during the Quidditch
match...Snape to kill me.
QUIRRELL
No, dear boy, I tried to kill you.
And, trust me, if Snape's cloak
hadn't caught fire and broken my
eye contact, I would've succeeded.
Even with Severus muttering his
little countercurse.
HARRY
Snape was trying to save me?
QUIRRELL
Oh, don't misunderstand. He hates
you, just as he hated your father
when they were at Hogwarts
together. But he never wanted you
dead. Your father, after all, saved
his life once, long ago.
Harry looks stunned. Quirrell looks amused.
QUIRRELL
Didn't know? Surprising, given how
curious you are Potter. I knew you
were a danger to me right off.
Especially after Halloween.
HARRY
You let the Troll in.
Quirrell nods, examining the Mirror as he speaks:
QUIRRELL
Yes. I have a way with trolls.
Snape, unfortunately, wasn't
fooled. While everyone else was
running about the dungeons, he went
straight to the Third Floor to head
me off. That threeheaded dog
didn't even manage to bite Snape's
leg off properly. He, Of course,
never trusted me again. Rarely left
me alone,. But he doesn't
understand. I am never alone.
Never...
(frowning)
Now what does this mirror do? I see
what I desire, I see myself holding
the Stone. But how do I get it?
VOICE (O.S.)
Use the boy.
Harry glances about in horror as the DARK VOICE echoes.

Quirrell turns, eyes Harry.
QUIRRELL
Come here, Potter.
Quirrell points to the mirror. As Harry steps in front, he

sees himself, looking pale and scared. Then, slowly, his
reflection SMILES, puts its hand in its pocket, and pulls out
a BLOOD-RED STONE. Harry's own eyes widen—in a mixture of
stunned disbelief and fear. Struggling to control his
expression, he shuts his eyes briefly...as if making a
wish...lets out a breath, and opens them once again. His
reflection WINKS, returns the Stone to its pocket and, to
Harry's amazement...
...it DROPS HEAVILY into his own: He's gotten the Stone.
QUIRRELL
(studying him)
What is it? What do you see?
HARRY
I...I'm shaking hands with
Dumbledore.I...I've won the House
Cup.
VOICE (O.S.)
He lies.
QUIRRELL
Tell the truth! What do you see!
VOICE (O.S.)
Let me speak to him.
QUIRRELL
Master, you are not strong enough.
VOICE (O.S.)
I have strength enough...for this.
Quirrell reaches up, unfurls his turban. In the mirror, Harry

watches a FACE appear...on the back of Quirrell's head.
HARRY
(in a whisper)
Voldemort.
VOLDEMORT
Harry Potter. We meet...again.
Petrified, Harry stares at the face. It is hideous,

constantly changing, struggling to become whole.
VOLDEMORT
Yes. You see what I've become.
Unicorn blood can sustain me, but
it cannot give me a body of my own.
But there is something that can.
Something that, conveniently
enough...lies in your pocket.
Harry wheels, dashing toward the staircase.
VOLDEMORT
Stop him!
Coolly, Quirrell SNAPS his fingers and, just as Harry reaches

the threshold, FLAMES SHOOT from the floor, barring his way.
VOLDEMORT
Don't be a fool, Harry. Why suffer
a horrific death, when you can join
me...and live.
HARRY
Never!
VOLDEMORT
Ah, bravery. Your parents had it
too. Tell me, Harry...would you
like to see your mother and father

again?
Harry stops, looks up. Quirrell steps aside, Voldemort's face

sliding from the glass and revealing...Harry's parents.
VOLDEMORT
Together, we can bring them back.
All I ask...is for something in
return.
Slowly, almost involuntarily, Harry removes the Stone from

his pocket.
VOLDEMORT
That's it, Harry. There is no good
and evil, there is only power, and
those too weak to seek it.
Together, we'll do extraordinary
things. Just...give me the Stone.
Harry studies his parents' faces, drifting to his mother's,

when...we RACK FOCUS...and Voldemort's hideous face surfaces
through her's...and she is gone.
HARRY
Liar!
Voldemort's eyes narrow.
VOLDEMORT
Kill him.
Instantly, Quirrell flies across the room, knocking Harry

clean off his feet and the Stone tumbling from his grasp.
Quirrell drops, his hand closing on Harry's neck. Harry

winces at the touch, face creased in pain, looking up into
Quirrell's face, when....for the briefest of moments—it
becomes Voldemort's. Harry gasps, struggling, when—to his
amazement—Quirrell's own face returns, SCREAMING, releasing
Harry and recoiling.
QUIRRELL
Wh-what is this magic?
Harry, breathing hard, follows Quirrell's gaze, stares in

horror: Quirrell's fingers are slowly turning to dust.
VOLDEMORT
Fool! Get the Stone!
Harry rises, looks at Quirrell's withering fingers, then to

his own hands, healthy and whole. As Quirrell starts to move,
Harry, in the flash of a second...
...decides. He bolts forward, reaches up with both hands

and...presses them to Quirrell's face.
Quirrell SCREAMS, but Harry holds tight, growing weaker as

the face under his fingers begins to DISSOLVE until, finally,
just when Harry looks ready to pass out...
Quirrell's face drops away.
Harry staggers back. Quirrell's body steps forward, blindly

lurching towards Harry, and then...crumbles to dust. Harry
stands still, just staring, then turns wearily, picks up the
Stone, when...an APPARITION—bearing Voldemort's devilish face
—SWOOPS up behind. Harry spins, watching in terror as...
WHOOSH!—in a VIOLENT RUSH—Voldemort returns to DUST and

WHISTLES FORWARD, passing through Harry, blasting him back --
through the air and onto the stone floor. As the dust
disappears, all is quiet once more, and we CUT TO:
WIDE SHOT
Of Harry. Lying on the floor. The Stone glimmering dully in

his palm.
186 INT. HOGWARTS HOSPITAL WING - DAY 186
A PAINTING...of an INJURED SOLDIER lying in a HOSPITAL BED. A

NURSE enters the frame, begins to tend to his dressings as...
Harry awakens in a hospital bed of his own. On the table next

to him, TREATS are piled high, including a raft of open
WIZARD CARDS. In one, Dumbledore beams down.
DUMBLEDORE
Good afternoon, Harry.
Harry squints, as if the card itself had spoken to him, then

sees that the real Dumbledore is sitting on the windowsill.
The great wizard slides off, gestures to the treats.
DUMBLEDORE
Tokens from your admirers.
HARRY
Admirers?
DUMBLEDORE
What happened down in the dungeons

between you and Professor Quirrell
is a complete secret—so naturally
the whole school knows. Your friend
Ronald has saved you the trouble of
opening your chocolate frogs.
Though one suspects Agrippa and
Ptolemy still elude him.
HARRY
Ron was here? Is he all right? What
about Hermione--
DUMBLEDORE
Fine. Both of them. Madame Pomfrey
has explicitly forbidden visitors.
But I think—with the help of a
certain cloak— they've managed to
monitor your progress.
HARRY
But what happened to the—
DUMBLEDORE
Relax, dear boy. The Stone has been
destroyed. My friend Nicolas and I
had a little chat and agreed it was
best all around.
HARRY
But then, Flamel...he'll die, won't
he?
DUMBLEDORE
He has enough Elixir to set his
affairs in order. But, yes, he will
die. To one as young as you, I'm
sure it seems incredible. But to
the well-organized mind, death is
but the next great adventure.
HARRY
But to destroy such a remarkable
thing...
DUMBLEDORE
Yes, yes. As much money and life as
one could ever want—the two things
most human beings would choose
above all else. Unfortunately,
humans do have a knack for choosing
precisely those things that are
worst for them.
HARRY
How is it I got the Stone, Sir? One
minute I was stating in the mirror—
DUMBLEDORE
Ah. You see, only a person who
wanted to find the Stone—find it,
but not use it— would be able to
get it. One of my more brilliant
ideas and, between you and me,
that's saying something.
HARRY
Does that mean—with the Stone gone,
that is—that Voldemort can never
come back?
DUMBLEDORE
I'm afraid there are other ways for
him to return. And when—if—he does,
it will take someone willing to
fight a losing battle to stop him
again. Someone like your parents.
Someone like you.
HARRY
(troubled)
Professor Dumbledore. Voldemort
said...if I gave him the Stone, he
could bring back my...family. Could
he have, sir? Really?
DUMBLEDORE
Some people are like mirrors,
Harry. They reflect our most
desperate desires. We see what they
want us to see. As painful as it
surely was...you made the right
choice.
Harry nods. Dumbledore studies him thoughtfully.
DUMBLEDORE
Do you know why Professor Quirrell
couldn't bear to touch you, Harry?
It's because of your mother. She
sacrificed herself for you. And
that kind of act leaves a mark.
Harry reaches up to his scar.
DUMBLEDORE
No, this kind of mark cannot be

seen. It lives in your very skin.
It is the very thing someone like
Professor Quirrell—full of hatred
and greed—cannot understand. Or
bear to touch.
HARRY
What is it?
DUMBLEDORE
Love, Harry. Love.
Dumbledore looks away then, smiles at Harry's treats.
DUMBLEDORE
Ah! Bertie Bott's Every Flavor
Beans! I was unfortunate enough in
my youth to come across a vomit
flavored one, and since then I'm
afraid I've lost my liking for
them. But I think I'll be safe with
a nice toffee.
(popping it)
Alas! Ear wax!
187 INT. MARBLE STAIRCASE - NIGHT 187
As Harry limps down the staircase, he can hear the good cheer
of those feasting beyond the doors of the Great Hall. Below,
Hermione and Ron stand talking. Harry stops, simply studying
them, then they turn, see him. Nothing is said for a moment.
All of them beyond words. Then Harry nods to Ron's-bruises.
HARRY
All right there, Ron?
RON
All right. You?
HARRY
All right. Hermione?
She smiles.
HERMIONE
Never better.
The roaring Hall is bedecked in GREEN AND SILVER—Slytherin

colors—in honor of their winning the House Cup.
RON
D'you think Dumbledore meant for it
all to happen? And for you to do
it? Sending you your father's cloak
and all?
HERMIONE
Well, if he did—I mean—that's
terrible. You could have been
killed. Come to think of it, I
could've been killed...
HARRY
I think Dumbledore knows pretty
much everything that goes on here.
The only thing I don't understand
is Snape...
Professor Snape, Potter.
Harry looks up, sees Professor McGonagall there.
HARRY
Yes, of course. I was only
wondering. Is it true? Did he hate
my father?
They were not compatible
personalities, if that's what you
mean. And then, of course, your
father did something Severus could
never forgive.
HARRY
What was that?
He saved his life.
Astonished, Harry glances at Snape sitting at the High Table.
I suppose he felt it his obligation
...to look after you this year.
RON
Of course! And now that he's
squared things, he can hate Harry
in peace, right, Professor?
Hogwarts teachers do not hate their
students, Mr. Weasley...
(pointedly, as she exits)
No matter how taxing they may be.
R0N
I think she's warming up to me.
At the High Table, Dumbledore rises and the Hall quiets.
DUMBLEDORE
Another year gone! Now as I
understand it, the House Cup needs
awarding, and the points stand
thus: tn fourth place, Gryffindor,
with 312.
Percy turns and glares at Ron.
RON
You'd think saving the bloody
school from a Dark Lord would count
for something.
DUMBLEDORE
In third place, Hufflepuff, with
352. In second, Ravenclaw, with
426. And in first place, with 472
points...Slytherin House.
The Slytherin table erupts. Draco Malfoy, banging his goblet,

casts a smirk at Harry, Ron and Hermione.
DUMBLEDORE
Yes, well done, Slytherin. However,
recent events must be taken into
account. I have a few last minute
points to award.
The hall goes very STILL. The Slytherin smiles FADE a bit.
DUMBLEDORE
First, to Miss Hermione Granger,
for the cool use of intellect when
others were in grave peril... fifty
points.
As the Gryffindors cheer, Hermione looks overwhelmed.
DUMBLEDORE
Second, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, for

the best played game of chess
Hogwarts has seen in many
years...fifty points..
PERCY
My youngest brother, you know!
DUMBLEDORE
Third, to Mr. Harry Potter, for
pure nerve and outstanding courage,
I award Gryffindor House...sixty
points.
The DIN is deafening as Hermione makes the calculations.
HERMIONE
Oh my goodness. We've tied
Slytherin!
DUMBLEDORE
And finally...it takes a great deal
of bravery to stand up to our
enemies, but even more to stand up
to our friends. I therefore award
10 points to...Mr. Neville
Longbottom.
As the room ROARS and the HOURGLASSES shift, a stunned

Neville accepts wild slaps on the back.
DUMBLEDORE
Assuming my calculations are
correct, I believe a change of
decoration is in order.
umbledore CLAPS his hands and--instantly—the green and silver

of Slytherin-become the scarlet and gold of Gryffindor.
Neville, white with shock, disappears under a pile of people
hugging him. Draco Malfoy, looks stunned and horrified.
Snape, with a horrible, forced smile, shakes Professor
McGonagall's hand, then catches Harry's eye, his hatred still
evident, but not enough to mar the moment. Harry considers
the cheering faces’ that surround him, alone in the eye of a
happy huricane. For a moment, he is not part of them, just
watching. Then his voice joins the others, his face saying it
all...
This is a long way from the cupboard under the stairs.
189 EXT. HOGSMEADE STATION - NEXT DAY - DAY 189
The Hogwarts Express stands steaming, ready to depart. From

the doorway, Ron calls to Harry, alone on the platform.
RON
Come on now, Harry.
Harry glances about once more, then starts for the train.
HAGRID
Didn' think yeh'd be leavin'
without sayin' goodbye, didya?
Harry stops, smiles as Hagrid comes loping forward. Hagrid

hands him a LEATHER-COVERED BOOK.
HAGRID
That there's fer you to open on the
train. Which seems to be leavin',
by the way.
Harry holds out his hand. Hagrid takes it, then pulls him
into a rough hug.
HAGRID
Go on now. An' Harry? If tha' dolt
of a cousin o' yers Dudley gives
yeh any grief, yeh can always
threaten ter give 'im a pair o'
ears ter go with that tail of 'is.
HARRY
But Hagrid. We're not allowed to do
magic away from Hogwarts. You know
that.
HAGRID
I do...
(a wink)
But yer cousin don't.
190 INT. TRAIN COMPARTMENT - DAY 190
Ron half-dozes against the window, while Hermione does some

"light reading." Harry sits opposite them, studying Hagrid's
gift curiously. Then he opens it. Inside, the pages are
filled with WIZARD PHOTOGRAPHS. Smiling and. waving at Harry
from every page are the faces he first saw in the Mirror of
Erised. The faces of his mother and father.
As the train lurches forward, Hermione looks up.
HERMIONE
Feels strange, doesn' t it? To be

going home.
Harry traces his finger over the smiling face of his mother,
then looks up, following Hermione's gaze to the window.
HARRY
I'm not going home...Not really.
191 EXT. TRAIN - MOVING AWAY - SAME TIME 191
As Harry peers out, his face is calm. Peaceful. Hogwarts

Castle glimmers in reflection on his window and we...
PULL AWAY
...rising high above Hogsmeade Station, above the Dark Forest

and Hogwarts Castle itself as the Scarlet Express glitters
far below, making its way back to the Muggle world. Slowly,
we...
FADE TO BLACK

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1 EXT. PRIVET DRIVE - NIGHT 1

On the far corner, a MAN MATERIALIZES out of the darkness. He

Dumbledore removes a small silver object from his cloak—the

He turns, spies a CAT, sitting on the wall of Number Four. He

The cat leaps forward, TRANSFIGURES itself into a rather

A LOW RUMBLE disturbs the skies. Dumbledore and McGonagall

clears, a FIGURE climbs off. He is HAGRID and is, quite

Hagrid steps forward and Dumbledore takes the bundle, turns

Dumbledore lays the bundle on the mat. Hagrid SNIFFLES.

Hagrid hods. Dumbledore tucks a PARCHMENT ENVELOPE into the

The CAMERA DOLLIES forward, toward the swaddled baby. A CUT,

2 INT. CUPBOARD - NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MORNING 2

A pair of blinking GREEN EYES jerk into the light.

WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

Abruptly, the cupboard begins to SHAKE, DUST spilling from

3 EXT. HALLWAY - DAY 3

Harry comes blinking out the cupboard door, watches his

4 INT. KITCHEN - DAY 4

Bring my coffee, boy.

Dudley enters, stares at the presents.

Aunt Petunia cuffs Harry on the head on her way to the

As Dudley tears open a BOX of LEAD SOLDIERS, Uncle Vernon

Dudley twists the head off one.

As Dudleyrtosses the damaged soldier aside, Harry studies it

As Aunt Petunia cuddles him, Dudley shoots Harry a nasty grin

5 EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - A BIT LATER 5

As Harry gets in the car, Uncle Vernon leans close.

6 EXT. ZOO - DAY 6

Happy children walk hand in hand with their parents, as...

7 INT. REPTILE HOUSE - LATER - DAY 7

Dudley presses his pudgy nose to a gleaming plate of glass.

The snake cocks its head and...winks.

The snake regards Harry...then slowly shakes its head no.

So...you're from Burma, aren't you?

Dudley JABS Harry hard in the ribs, sending him tumbling to

Stunned, Harry watches the python slip into the sunshine,

8 INT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - LATER - DAY 8

Uncle Vernon hurls Harry into the cupboard, stares hard.

Reaching up, he places it on a dark shelf, next to half a

9 EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MORNING 9

A single OWL swoops down onto the Dursley's roof.

10 INT. KITCHEN - MORNING 10

Dudley parades about the kitchen in knickerbockers, tailcoat

while a teary Aunt Petunia snaps a photo with a FLASH CAMERA.

Harry glances at a tub of grey mud boiling on the stove.

11 INT. FRONT HALL - DAY 11

Three letters lie on the mat. A bill. A postcard. An envelope

The Cupboard Under The Stairs

Harry turns the envelope over, finds a PURPLE WAX SEAL. It is

12 INT. KITCHEN - DAY 12

BAM! Dudley brings the Smelting stick down-hard on the table.

Quickly, Uncle Vernon SNATCHES it away.

Uncle Vernon's face goes pale.

13 INT. HALLWAY - DAY 13

of Uncle Vernon's thick black shoes pacing back and forth.

14 INT. KITCHEN - DAY 14

Uncle Vernon walks to the stove, flips on a gas jet. As the