I don't know about you, but it's just too hot today, isn't it?
And it's gonna get even worse.
Temperatures up in the mid-30s Celsius.
That's the mid-90s Fahrenheit.
Tomorrow, maybe even hitting 100.
So please, remember to cover up and stay cool,
with the hottest hits on your FM dial.
Come on guys.
Time to go home.
Come on love, off you get.
Do we have to?
Yes, we do.
I will make you your favorite dinner to compensate.
He squealed like a pig, didn't he? Yeah.
Yeah, brilliant punch, Big D. Did you see his face?
Hey, Big D.
Beat up another 10 year old?
This one deserved it.
Yeah. Of course he did.
Five against one, very brave.
Well, you are one to talk.
Moaning in your sleep every night?
At least I am not afraid of my pillow.
Don't kill Cedric.
Who is Cedric, your boyfriend?
Shut up.
He is going to kill me, Mum.
Where is your mum?
Where is your mum, Potter?
She dead?
Is she dead?
Is she a dead Pott...
Dudley. Dudley, let's go.
Come on. Come on, Dudley, let's go.
What's going on?
What are you doing? I am not doing anything.
We are getting out of here, Dudley.
Come on Dudley, hurry up.
Dudley, run.
Expecto Patronum.
Mrs Figg.
Don't put away your wand, Harry.
They might come back.
Dementors in Little Whinging,
whatever next?
Whole world is gone Topsy-turvy.
I don't understand. How do you know about...
Dumbledore asked me to keep an eye on you.
Dumbledore asked you?
You know Dumbledore?
After You-Know-Who...
killed that poor Diggory boy last year,
did you expect him to let you go wandering on your own?
Good Lord, boy.
They told me you were intelligent. Now...
get inside and stay there.
Expect someone will be in touch soon.
Whatever happens, don't leave the house.
It is hot. That's right, hot everywhere.
There is sweat. There is stifling.
Diddykins?
Is that you?
Duddy.
Vernon, come quick.
We are going to have to take him to a hospital.
Who did this to you, boy?
Happy, are we, now?
You have finally done it.
You have finally driven him loopy. Vernon,
don't say that. Well...
just look at him Petunia.
Our boy has gone yumpy.
I have reached my limit, do you hear?
This is the last I am gonna take of you and your nonsense.
Dear Mr Potter. What?
The Ministry has received intelligence...
that at 6:23 this evening,
you performed the Patronus Charm in the presence of a Muggle.
As a clear violation...
of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery,
you are hereby expelled...
from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Hoping you are well.
Mafalda Hopkirk.
Justice.
He is not very well.
Sorry, Hedwig.
Very clean, these Muggles.
Tonks, for God's sake. Unnatural.
Professor Moody.
What are you doing here?
Rescuing you, of course.
But where are we going?
The letter said that I have been expelled from Hogwarts.
You have not been. Not yet.
Kingsley, you take point.
But the letter said...
Dumbledore has persuaded the minister to suspend your expulsion...
pending a formal hearing.
A hearing?
Don't worry, Harry.
We will explain everything when we get back to headquarters.
Not here Nymphadora.
Don't call me Nymphadora.
Stay in formation everyone.
Don't break ranks if one of us is killed.
Come on, around the corner.
Come on.
In you go son.
There have been no sightings.
No deaths. No proof.
He almost killed Harry. If that isn't proof enough...
Yes, but guarding you-know-what is the most important...
We must trust Dumbledore on this.
Was he able to protect Harry last year?
Well tonight, I say it's time to take action.
Cornelius Fudge is a politician first and a wizard second.
His instinct would be to ignore it...
Keep your voices down.
He is getting stronger and stronger by the minute.
We have to act now.
Harry.
Mrs Weasley.
Heavens, you are alright.
Bit peaky,
but I am afraid dinner will have to wait until after the meeting is finished.
Well, I am... Nope.
No time to explain.
Straight upstairs, first door on the left.
Yeah.
Mudblood, werewolves, traitors, thieves.
If my poor mistress knew the scum
they let into her house...
what would she say to old Kreacher?
Oh, the shame.
Freaks.
There, there, mistress.
Scum of the earth.
Not like it was in the days of my fathers.
Kreacher is here.
Harry.
Are you alright?
We overheard them talking about the Dementor attack.
You must tell us everything.
Let the man breathe, Hermione.
And this hearing at the Ministry.
It's just outrageous.
I have looked it up. They simply can't expel you.
It's completely unfair. Yeah.
There is a lot of that going round at the moment.
So, what is this place?
It's headquarters.
Of the Order of the Phoenix.
It's a secret society.
Dumbledore formed it back when they fought You-Know-Who.
Could not have put any of this in a letter, I suppose?
I have gone all summer without a scrap of news.
We wanted to write, mate.
Really, we did.
Only... Only what?
Only Dumbledore made us swear not to tell you anything.
Dumbledore said that?
But why would he keep me in the dark?
Maybe I could help.
After all, I am the one who saw Voldemort return.
I am the one who fought him.
I am the one who saw Cedric Diggory get killed.
Harry.
Thought we heard your dulcet tones.
Don't bottle it up, though, mate.
Let it out.
Anyway, if you are all done shouting...
Do you wanna hear something a little more interesting?
If anyone has a right to know, it's Harry.
If it was not for Harry, we would not even know Voldemort was back.
He is not a child, Molly.
But he is not an adult either.
He is not James,
Sirius. Well, he is not your son.
He is as good as.
Who else has he got? Hey, Ginny.
He is got me.
How touchingly paternal, Black.
Perhaps Potter will grow up to be a felon, just like his godfather.
Now, you stay out of this, Snivellus.
Snape is part of the Order? Git.
About your supposed reformation.
I know better.
So why don't you tell him?
Get off it. Quick.
Get it up. Crookshanks.
Stop it. Get off, you bloody cat.
Crookshanks. Leave it alone. Get it up.
Hermione, I hate your cat.
Bad Crookshanks.
Well...
we will be eating down in the kitchen.
Just because you are allowed to use magic now...
does not mean you have to whip your wands out for everything.
Hi, Mum.
You hungry, Harry?
You sure you are alright, Harry?
Gave us quite a turn.
Harry Potter.
Sirius.
This is very, very peculiar.
It seems your hearing in the Ministry is to be before the entire Wizengamot.
I don't understand.
What has the Ministry of Magic got against me?
Show him.
He will find out soon enough.
He is been attacking Dumbledore as well.
Fudge is using all his power,
including his influence at the Daily Prophet to...
smear anyone who claims the Dark Lord has returned.
Why?
The Minister thinks Dumbledore is after his job.
That's insane, no one in their right mind could believe that Dumbledore...
Exactly the point.
Fudge isn't in his right mind.
It's been twisted and warped by fear.
Now, fear makes people do terrible things, Harry.
The last time Voldemort gained power,
he almost destroyed everything we hold most dear.
Now he is returned,
and I am afraid the minister will do almost anything...
to avoid facing that...
terrifying truth.
We think Voldemort wants,
to build up his army again.
Fourteen years ago he had huge numbers at his command.
And not just witches and wizards,
but all manner of dark creatures.
He is been recruiting heavily,
and we have been attempting to do the same.
But gathering followers isn't the only thing he is interested in.
We believe...
Voldemort may be after something.
Sirius.
Something he didn't have last time.
You mean...
like a weapon?
No. That's enough.
He is just a boy.
You say much more and you might as well...
induct him into the Order straight away.
Good. I want to join.
If Voldemort's raising an army, then I want to fight.
Harry.
You are hereby expelled.
Before the entire Wizengamot.
Trains. Underground.
Ingenious, these Muggles.
Here we are.
I have never used the visitors' entrance before.
Should be fun.
Right. Good.
I will just get my Muggle money.
Terrible day yesterday.
Lost a lot of Galleons trading on the potions market.
Daily Prophet, ladies and gentlemen.
Anybody for Daily Prophet?
Dumbledore. Is he daft or is he dangerous?
Morning Arthur. Morning Bob.
Interdepartmental memos.
We used to use owls.
Mess was unbelievable.
Merlin's beard.
Thank you Kingsley.
They ave changed the time of your hearing.
When is it?
In five minutes.
Department of Mysteries.
And I am confident, Minister, that you will do the right thing.
Yes, but we must be...
Remember, during the hearing, speak only when you are spoken to.
Keep calm.
You have done nothing wrong.
As the Muggles say,
truth will out.
Yes?
I am not allowed in, I am afraid.
Good luck, Harry.
Disciplinary hearing of the 12th of August...
into offenses committed by Harry James Potter...
resident at Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.
Interrogators Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister of Mag...
Witness for the defense.
Albus Percival
Wulfric...
Brian...
Dumbledore.
You, you got our message that the time and place of the hearing...
had been changed, did you?
I must have missed it.
But by a happy mistake,
I arrived at the Ministry three hours early.
The charges?
The charges against the accused are as follows.
That he did knowingly...
and in full awareness of the illegality of his actions...
produce a Patronus Charm...
in the presence of a Muggle.
Do you deny producing said Patronus?
No, but...
And you were aware that you were forbidden.
Too use magic outside school...
while under the age of 17?
Yes I was but... Witches and wizards
of the Wizengamot...
I was only doing it because of the Dementors.
Dementors?
In Little Whinging? Yes.
That's quite clever.
Muggles can't see Dementors, can they, boy?
Highly convenient.
I am not lying.
There were two of them, and if I had not...
Enough.
I am sorry to interrupt what I am sure would have been a very well-rehearsed story...
but since you can produce no witnesses
of the event...
Pardon me Minister,
but as it happens,
we can.
Please describe the attack.
What did they look like?
Well...
one of them was very large and the other rather skinny.
Not the boys.
The Dementors.
Oh, right, right.
Well...
big.
Cloaked.
Then...
everything went cold...
as though all the happiness...
had gone from the world.
Now look here.
Dementors don't just wander into a Muggle suburb and...
happen across a wizard.
The-The odds are astronomical.
I don't think anyone would believe...
the Dementors were there by coincidence, Minister.
Why?
I am sure I must have misunderstood you,
Professor.
Dementors are, after all,
under the control of the Ministry of Magic and...
it's so silly of me but it sounded,
for a moment as though...
you were suggesting that the Ministry
had ordered the attack on this boy.
That would be disturbing indeed, Madam Undersecretary...
which is why I am sure the Ministry will be mounting a full-scale inquiry...
into why the two Dementors were so very far from Azkaban...
and why they mounted an attack without authorization.
Of course, there is someone...
who might be behind the attack.
Cornelius,
I implore you to see reason.
The evidence that the Dark Lord has returned...
is incontrovertible.
He is not back.
In the matter of Harry Potter,
the law clearly states...
that magic may be used before Muggles in life-threatening situations.
Laws can be changed if necessary, Dumbledore.
Clearly. Has it become practice to hold a full criminal trial...
to deal with a simple matter of underage magic?
Those in favor of conviction?
Those in favor of clearing the accused of all charges?
Cleared of all charges.
Professor.
Padfoot.
Are you barking mad?
You will blow the entire operation.
Sirius, what are you doing here?
If somebody sees you...
I had to see you off, didn't I?
What's life without a little risk?
I don't wanna see you get chucked back in Azkaban.
Don't worry about me.
Anyway,
I wanted you to have this.
Original Order of the Phoenix.
Marlene McKinnon.
She was killed two weeks after this was taken.
Voldemort wiped out her entire family.
Frank and Alice Longbottom.
Neville's parents.
They suffered a fate worse than death if you ask me.
It's been 14 years.
And still a day doesn't go by
I don't miss your dad.
Do you really think there is going to be a war, Sirius?
It feels like it did before.
You keep it.
Anyway,
I suppose you are the young ones now.
I will see you at the train.
Bye bye, darling.
I love you.
Hold my hand, lovey.
There they are. They are in the far carriage.
Bye.
I am surprised the Ministry is still letting you walk around free. Potter.
Better enjoy it while you can.
I expect there is a cell in Azkaban with your name on it.
What had I tell you?
Complete nutter. Just stay away from me!
It's only Malfoy.
What had you expect?
Hi guys.
Hey Neville. Hey there Neville.
What is it?
What's what? That.
Pulling the carriage.
Nothing is pulling the carriage Harry.
It's pulling itself, like always.
You are not going mad.
I can see them too.
You are just as sane as I am.
Everyone, this is Loony Love...
Luna Lovegood.
What an interesting necklace.
It's a charm actually.
Keeps away the Nargles.
Hungry.
I hope there is pudding.
What's a Nargle?
No idea.
Good evening children.
Now, we have two changes in staffing this year.
We are pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank...
who'll be taking Care of Magical Creatures...
while Professor Hagrid,
is on temporary leave.
We also wish to welcome our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher...
Professor Dolores Umbridge.
And I am sure you will all join me in wishing the professor good luck.
Now as usual our caretaker, Mr Filch,
has asked me to remind you...
She was at my hearing.
She works for Fudge.
Thank you, Headmaster,
for those kind words of welcome.
And how lovely...
to see all your bright,
happy faces
smiling up at me.
I am sure we are all going to be...
very good friends.
That's likely. That's likely.
The Ministry of Magic...
has always considered the education of young witches and wizards...
to be of vital importance.
Although each headmaster...
has brought something new,
to this historic school,
progress for the sake of progress
must be discouraged.
Let us preserve,
what must be preserved,
perfect what can be perfected,
and prune practices,
that ought to be...
prohibited.
Thank you, Professor Umbridge.
That really was most illuminating.
Illuminating? What a load of waffle.
What's it mean?
Magic is forbidden in the corridors.
It means the Ministry is interfering at Hogwarts.
Harry.
Dean, Seamus.
Good holiday? Alright.
Better than Seamus', anyway.
Me mum didn't want me to come back this year.
Why not?
Let me see. Because of you.
The Daily Prophet has been saying a lot of things about you, Harry...
and about Dumbledore as well.
What, your mum believes them?
Well, nobody was there the night Cedric died.
I guess you should read the Prophet, then like your stupid mother.
It will tell everything you need to know.
Don't you dare talk about my mother like that.
I will have a go at anyone that calls me a liar.
What's going on? He is mad, is what's going on.
Do you believe the rubbish he is come out with about You-Know-Who?
Yeah. I do.
Has anyone else got a problem with Harry?
You alright? Fine.
Seamus was bang out of order, mate.
But he will come through,
you will see. I said I am fine Ron.
Right.
I will just leave you to your thoughts, then.
Harry.
Bring it over here. Over here.
Oh, go on, Seamus. Go on, get it.
Good morning children.
Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations.
O-W-Ls.
More commonly known as OWLs.
Study hard and you will be rewarded.
Fail to do so,
and the consequences may be...
severe.
Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven.
But you will be pleased to know,
from now on, you will be following a carefully structured...
Ministry-approved course of defensive magic.
Yes?
There is nothing in here about using defensive spells?
Using spells?
Well, I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom.
We are not gonna use magic?
You will be learning about defensive spells
in a secure, risk-free way.
What use is that?
If we are gonna be attacked, it won't be risk-free.
Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class.
It is the view of the Ministry...
that a theoretical knowledge,
will be sufficient,
to get you through your examinations...
which, after all,
is what school is all about.
And how is theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?
There is nothing out there, dear.
Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourself?
I don't know. Maybe...
Lord Voldemort.
Now, let me make this...
quite plain.
You have been told...
that a certain...
dark wizard...
is at large once again.
This is a lie.
It's not a lie. I saw him. I fought him.
Detention, Mr Potter.
So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?
Cedric Diggory's death
was a tragic accident.
It was murder. Voldemort killed him. You must know that!
Enough!
Enough.
See me later, Mr Potter.
My office.
Come in.
Good evening, Mr Potter.
Sit.
You are going to be doing some lines for me today, Mr Potter.
No, not with your quill.
Going to be using a rather special one of mine.
Now...
I want you to write...
I must not tell lies.
How many times?
Well let's say,
for as long as it takes for the message to sink in.
You have not given me any ink.
You won't need any ink.
Yes?
Nothing.
That's right.
Because you know,
deep down,
you deserve to be punished.
Don't you, Mr Potter?
Go on.
Skiving Snackboxes.
Sweets that make you ill.
Get out of class whenever you like.
Obtain hours of pleasure from unprofitable boredom.
Care for another?
I am not asking you to write all of it for me.
Please, I have been busy studying for these stupid OWL exams.
I will do the introduction. That's all.
Hermione,
you are honestly the most wonderful person I have ever met.
And if I am ever rude to you again...
I will know you have gone back to normal.
What's wrong with your hand?
Nothing.
The other hand.
You have got to tell Dumbledore. No.
Dumbledore is got enough on his mind right now.
Anyway, I don't want to give Umbridge the satisfaction.
Bloody hell, Harry. The woman is torturing you.
If the parents knew about this...
Yeah well, I have not got any of those, have I Ron?
Harry, you have got to report this.
It's perfectly simple.
You are being... No, it's not.
Hermione, whatever this is, it's not simple.
You don't understand.
Then help us to.
Dear Padfoot...
I hope you are alright.
It's starting to get colder here.
Winter is definitely on the way.
In spite of being back at Hogwarts,
I feel more alone than ever.
I know you, of all people, will understand.
Hello, Harry Potter.
Your feet.
Aren't they cold?
A bit.
Unfortunately, all my shoes have mysteriously disappeared.
I suspect Nargles are behind it.
What are they?
They are called Thestrals.
They are quite gentle, really but...
people avoid them because...
they are a bit...
Different.
But why can't the others see them?
They can only be seen by people who have seen death.
So...
you have known someone who is died, then?
My mum.
She was quite an extraordinary witch but...
she did like to experiment and...
one day, one of her spells went badly wrong.
I was 9.
I am sorry.
Yes, it was rather horrible.
I do feel very sad about it sometimes,
but I have got Dad.
We both believe you, by the way.
That He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back,
and you fought him,
and the Ministry and the Prophet are conspiring against you and Dumbledore.
Thanks.
It seems you are about the only ones that do.
I don't think that's true.
But I suppose that's how he wants you to feel.
What do you mean?
Well, if I were You-Know-Who,
I would want you to feel cut off from everyone else...
because if it's just you alone,
you are not as much of a threat.
Do you ever stop eating?
What? I am hungry.
Harry.
Can I join you?
Pardon me, Professor,
but what exactly are you insinuating?
I am merely requesting that when it comes to my students,
you conform to the prescribed disciplinary practices.
So silly of me but it sounds...
as if you are questioning my authority
in my own classroom...
Minerva.
Not at all, Dolores,
merely your medieval methods.
I am sorry dear.
But to question my practices is to question the Ministry.
And by extension,
the minister himself.
I am a tolerant woman...
but the one thing I will not stand for,
is disloyalty.
Disloyalty.
Things at Hogwarts,
are far worse than I feared.
Cornelius will want to take immediate action.
What's happened to Dumbledore?
Having already,
revolutionized,
the teaching of Defense Against the Dark Arts,
Dolores Umbridge
will as High Inquisitor,
have powers...
to address the seriously falling standards
at Hogwarts School.
Just one question dear.
You have been in this post...
how long, exactly?
You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post,
is that correct?
Yes.
But you were unsuccessful?
Obviously.
Could you please...
predict something for me?
I am sorry?
Move those mouths.
One teensy little prophecy?
Pity.
No. Wait. Wait. No. I-I think I do see something. Yes.
I do. Something dark.
You...
are in grave...
danger.
Lovely.
Cho. What's going on?
It's Professor Trelawney.
Sixteen years I have lived and taught here.
Hogwarts is my home.
You can't do this.
Actually, I can.
Minerva, I am...
Something you would like to say dear?
There are several things I would like to say.
There...
Professor McGonagall,
might I ask you to escort Sybil back inside?
Sybil dear. This way.
Thank you.
Dumbledore,
may I remind you...
that under the terms of Educational Decree Number 23,
as enacted by the minister...
You have the right to dismiss my teachers.
You do not, however, have the authority
to banish them from the grounds.
That power remains with the headmaster.
For now.
Don't you all have studying to do?
Professor.
Professor?
Professor Dumbledore.
Professor!
Professor Dumbledore.
That foul, evil, old gargoyle.
We are not learning how to defend ourselves.
We are not learning how to pass our OWLs.
She is taking over the entire school.
Security has been and will remain the Ministry's top priority.
Furthermore, we have convincing evidence...
that these disappearances are the work...
of notorious,
mass murderer,
Sirius Black.
Harry.
Sirius.
What are you doing here?
Answering your letter.
You said you were worried about Umbridge.
What's she doing?
Training you to kill half-breeds?
Sirius, she is not letting us use magic at all.
Well, I am not surprised.
The latest intelligence is that Fudge doesn't want you trained in combat.
Combat?
What does he think, we are forming some sort of wizard army?
Well, that's exactly what he thinks.
That Dumbledore is assembling his own forces to take on the Ministry.
He is becoming more paranoid by the minute.
The others,
would not want me telling you this Harry...
but things are not going at all well, with the Order.
Fudge is blocking the truth at every turn and these...
disappearances...
are just how it started before.
Voldemort,
is on the move.
Well, what can we do?
Someone is coming.
I am sorry I can't be of more help.
But for now at least,
it looks like you are on your own.
He really is out there, isn't he?
We have got to be able to defend ourselves.
And if Umbridge refuses to teach us how, we need someone who will.
Harry.
This is mad.
Who would want to be taught by me, I am a nutter remember?
Look on the bright side.
You can't be any worse than old toad face.
Thanks Ron.
I am here for you, mate.
Who is supposed to be meeting us, then?
Just a couple of people.
Lovely spot.
Thought it would be safer some off the beaten track.
Matey, come back here.
Hi.
So...
you all know why we are here.
We need a teacher.
A proper teacher.
One who is had real experience,
defending themselves against the Dark Arts.
Why? Why?
Because You-Know-Who is back, you tosspot.
So he says. So Dumbledore says.
So Dumbledore says because he says.
The point is, where is the proof?
If Potter could tell us more about how Diggory got killed...
I am not gonna talk about Cedric,
so if that's why you are here, you must all clear out now.
Come on, Hermione. Let's go.
They are here because they think I am some sort of freak.
Harry, wait.
Is it true you can produce a Patronus Charm?
Yes.
I have seen it.
Blimey, Harry. I didn't know you could do that.
And he killed a basilisk,
with the sword in Dumbledore's office.
It's true.
Third year, he fought off about a hundred Dementors at once.
Last year, he really did fight off
You-Know-Who in the flesh. Wait.
Look...
It all sounds great,
when you say it like that but...
the truth is, most of that was just luck.
I didn't know what I was doing half the time.
I nearly always had help.
He is just being modest. No.
Hermione, I am not.
Facing this stuff, in real life...
is not like school.
In school, if you make a mistake, you can just try again tomorrow.
But... out there...
when you are a second away,
from being murdered...
or watching a friend die right before your eyes...
You don't know what that's like.
You are right Harry we don't.
That's why we need your help.
Because if we are going to have any chance at beating...
Voldemort...
He is really back.
Right.
First we need to find a place to practice
where Umbridge won't find out.
The Shrieking Shack. It's too small.
Forbidden Forest?
Not bloody likely.
Harry,
what happens if Umbridge does find out?
Who cares?
I mean,
it's sort of exciting isn't it,
breaking the rules?
Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?
Anyway,
at least we know one positive thing that came from today.
What's that?
Cho could not take her eyes off you, could she?
Right.
Over the next few days,
we should each come up...
with a couple of possibilities of places we can practice.
We have got to make sure, wherever it is,
there is no chance she can find us.
Will do, Harry.
All student organizations are henceforth disbanded.
Any student in noncompliance will be expelled.
Watch where you are going, Longbottom.
You have done it, Neville.
You found the Room of Requirement.
The what?
It's also known as the Come and Go Room.
The Room of Requirement only appears when a person has real need of it.
And it's always equipped for the seeker's needs.
So...
say you really needed the toilet...
Charming Ronald.
But yes,
that is the general idea.
It's brilliant.
It's like Hogwarts wants us to fight back.
Expelliarmus.
I am hopeless.
You are just flourishing your wand too much.
Try it like this.
Expelliarmus.
You will please copy the approved text,
four times...
to ensure maximum retention.
There will be no need to talk.
No need to think's more like it.
Expelliarmus.
Wands away.
Stunning is one of the most useful spells in your arsenal. It's...
It's sort of a wizard's bread and butter really. So one...
come on then Nigel.
Give it your best shot.
Stupefy!
Good.
Not bad at all, Nigel. Well done.
Don't worry.
I will go easy on you.
Thanks Ronald.
Come on Ron. Come on Ron.
Come on Ron. You can do it.
Come on Ron.
One Sickle. You are on.
Stupefy.
Thank you. Shut up.
I let her do that.
It's good manners, isn't it?
It was completely intentional.
Up you come.
Would you like a cup of tea?
Now, focus on a fixed point
and try again.
Expelliarmus.
Very good. Keep your concentration.
Great.
A little higher.
I am ok. I am ok.
Stupefy. Stupefy.
Those wishing to join the Inquisitorial Squad...
for extra credit...
may sign up in the High Inquisitor's office.
Diminuendo.
Working hard is important,
but there is something that matters even more.
Believing in yourself.
Expelliarmus.
Levicorpus. Got it.
Think of it this way.
Every great wizard in history has started out...
as nothing more than what we are now.
Students.
If they can do it,
why not us?
Stupefy.
Expelliarmus.
Reducto.
Expelliarmus.
Fantastic Neville.
Well done mate.
So,
that's it for this lesson.
Now, we are not gonna be meeting again until after the holidays.
So just keep practicing on your own as best you can and...
And well done, everyone.
Great, great work.
Well done mate.
Thanks.
See you after Christmas.
See you in the Common Room Harry.
Thanks a lot Harry. No worries.
Merry Christmas.
Thank you so much. Not at all. Merry Christmas.
Thank you, Harry. Thank you. Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas. Have a good Christmas, Harry.
Have a great Christmas, Luna.
We have been thinking Harry.
We could always slip Umbridge some Puking Pastilles into her tea.
Or Fever Fudge.
They give you these massive, pus-filled boils...
Sounds great guys. Would you excuse me?
Are you alright?
I heard Umbridge gave you a rough time the other day.
Yeah. I am ok.
Anyway, it's worth it.
It's just, just learning all this...
makes me wonder,
whether, if he had known it...
Cedric...
Cedric did know this stuff.
He was really good.
It's just...
Voldemort was better.
You are a really good teacher Harry.
I have never been able to stun anything before.
Mistletoe.
Probably full of Nargles, though.
What are Nargles?
No idea.
Well, how was it?
Wet.
I mean, she was sort of crying.
That bad at it, are you?
I am sure Harry's kissing was more than satisfactory.
Cho spends half her time crying these days.
You would think a bit of snogging would cheer her up.
Don't you understand how she must be feeling?
Well,
obviously she is feeling sad about Cedric...
and now all confused about liking Harry
and guilty about kissing him,
conflicted because Umbridge is starting to sack her mum from the Ministry
frightened of failing her OWLs because she is so busy worrying about everything else.
One person could not feel all that.
They would explode.
Just because you have got the emotional range of a teaspoon...
Harry.
Voldemort may be after something.
Something he didn't have last time.
Harry.
In the dream, were you standing next to the victim?
Or looking down at the scene?
Neither I...
It was like I...
Professor, will you please just tell me what's happening?
Everard,
Arthur is on guard duty tonight.
Make sure he is found by the right people.
Sir. Phineas.
You must go to your portrait at Grimmauld Place.
Tell them that Arthur Weasley is gravely injured...
and his children will be arriving there soon,
by Portkey.
They ave got him Albus.
It was close, but they think he will make it.
What's more, the Dark Lord failed to acquire it.
Thank goodness. Next we need to...
Look at me!
What's happening to me?
You wished to see me, Headmaster?
Severus.
I am afraid we can't wait.
Not even till the morning.
Otherwise,
we will all be vulnerable.
It appears there is a connection,
between the Dark Lord's mind and your own.
Whether he is, as yet,
aware of this connection is for the moment unclear.
Pray,
he remains ignorant.
You mean if...
he knows about it then...
he will be able to read my mind?
Read it,
control it.
Unhinge it.
In the past,
it was often the Dark Lord's...
pleasure to invade the minds of his victims...
creating visions designed to torture them into madness.
Only after extracting the last...
exquisite ounce of agony...
only when he had them literally begging for death,
would he finally...
kill them.
Used properly the power of Occlumency,
will help shield you from access or influence.
In these lessons,
I will attempt...
to penetrate your mind.
You will attempt...
to resist.
Prepare yourself.
Legilimens.
Concentrate Potter.
Focus.
Merry Christmas.
Here we go.
Daddy is back.
Sit down, everybody, sit down.
That's it. Now, presents.
And a nice big box for Ron.
Big box for you.
And...
Fred and George.
Come on, open up.
I want to see your faces. Yes.
Try it on. Thanks, Mum. It's perfect.
Just what he wanted, actually.
Yeah. Right. Thanks, Mum.
Come on then everybody. Let's clear this away.
Harry, Harry.
There you are.
Happy Christmas. Thank you.
Lovely to have you with us. Thank you.
Now Daddy. Pass that to Daddy.
Thank you. Has everybody got?
Toast! Fred? George?
Hermione. A Christmas toast.
To Mr Harry Potter...
without whom...
I would not be here.
Harry.
That is delicious.
I shall be needing some more of that.
That Daddy, don't forget last Christmas.
I can't understand why you don't want to wear it, Ronald.
Because I look like a bloody idiot, that's why.
No more than usual, Ron.
I don't know why...
Nasty brat, standing there as bold as brass.
Harry Potter,
the boy who stopped the Dark Lord.
Friend of Mudbloods and blood-traitors alike.
If my poor mistress only knew... Kreacher!
That's enough of your bile.
Away with you!
Of course, master.
Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black.
Sorry about that.
He never was very pleasant,
even when I was a boy.
Not to me, anyway.
What you, you grew up here?
This is my parents' house.
I offered it to Dumbledore
as headquarters for the Order.
About the only useful thing I have been able to do.
This is the Black Family Tree.
My deranged cousin.
I hated the lot of them.
My parents,
with their pure-blood mania.
My mother did that after I ran away.
Charming woman.
I was 16.
Where did you go?
Round your dad's.
I was always welcome at the Potter's.
I see him so much in you Harry.
You are so very much alike.
I am not so sure.
Sirius, when I was...
When I saw Mr Weasley attacked, I was not...
just watching.
I was the snake.
And...
afterwards, in Dumbledore's office,
there was a moment when I...
I wanted to...
This connection...
between me and Voldemort.
What if the reason for it?
Is that I am becoming more like him?
I just feel...
so angry,
all the time.
And...
what if, after everything that I have been through,
something is gone wrong,
inside me?
What if I am becoming bad?
I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry.
You are not...
a bad person.
You are a very good person
who bad things have happened to.
You understand?
Besides,
the world isn't split into...
good people and Death Eaters.
We have all got both light
and dark inside of us.
What matters is the part we choose to act on.
That's who we really are.
Harry, time to go.
When all this is over,
we will be a proper family.
You will see.
Come on.
Really?
Harry. Harry.
Hagrid is back.
I am sorry.
I will say this one last time.
I am ordering you to tell me where you have been.
I told you.
I have been away for me health.
Your health? Yeah.
Bit of fresh air, you know.
Oh, yes.
As gamekeeper,
fresh air must be difficult to come by.
If I were you,
I should not get too used to being back. In fact...
I might not bother unpacking at all.
This is top-secret, right?
Dumbledore sent me to parley with the giants.
Giants?
You found them?
Well, they are not that hard to find, to be perfectly honest.
They are so big, see?
I tried to convince them to join the cause.
But I was not the only one that was trying to win them over.
Death Eaters? Yes.
Trying to persuade them to join You-Know-Who.
Did they? I gave them Dumbledore's message.
Suppose some of them remember he was friendly to them.
I suppose.
And they did this to you?
Not exactly, no.
Go on, you have it then,
you dozy dog.
It's changing out there.
Just like last time.
There is a storm coming Harry.
We would all best be ready when she does.
We have confirmed,
that 10 high-security prisoners,
in the early hours of yesterday evening did escape.
And of course, the Muggle prime minister
has been alerted to the danger.
We strongly suspect...
that the breakout was engineered...
by a man with...
personal experience in escaping from Azkaban,
notorious mass murderer...
Sirius Black.
Cousin of escapee Bellatrix Lestrange.
Dumbledore warned Fudge this could happen.
He is gonna get us all killed just because he can't face the truth.
Harry.
I...
I wanted to apologize.
Now even me mum
says The Prophet's version of things don't add up.
So,
what I am really trying to say is that...
I believe you.
Neville?
Fourteen years ago,
a Death Eater named...
Bellatrix Lestrange...
used a Cruciatus Curse on my parents.
She tortured them...
for information but...
they never gave in.
I am quite proud to be their son.
But, I am not sure I am ready for everyone to know just yet.
We are gonna make them proud Neville.
That's a promise.
Make it a powerful memory,
the happiest you can remember.
Allow it to fill you up.
Keep trying, Seamus.
George, your turn now.
Expecto Patronum.
A full-bodied Patronus is the most difficult to produce.
But shield forms can also be
equally useful against a variety of opponents.
That was really good.
Fantastic Ginny.
Just remember,
your Patronus can only protect you for as long as you stay focused.
So focus Luna.
Think of the happiest thing you can.
Expecto Patronum.
I am trying. I know. It's good.
This is really advanced stuff, guys. You are doing so well.
Expecto Patronum.
I will make short work of this.
Bombarda Maxima.
Get them.
Been watching them for weeks.
And see, Dumbledore's Army.
Proof of what I have been telling you right
from the beginning Cornelius.
All your fear-mongering about You-Know-Who...
never fooled us for a minute.
We saw your lies for what they were.
A smokescreen for your bid to seize control of the Ministry.
Naturally.
No, Professor.
He had nothing to do with it. It was me.
Most noble of you Harry to shield me.
But as has been pointed out,
the parchment clearly says
Dumbledore's Army,
not Potter's.
I instructed Harry to form this organization.
And I, and I alone,
I am responsible for its activities.
Dispatch an owl to The Daily Prophet.
If we hurry, we should still make the morning edition.
Dawlish, Shacklebolt,
you will escort Dumbledore...
to Azkaban...
to await trial for conspiracy...
and sedition.
I thought we might hit this little snag.
You seem to be laboring under the delusion that I am going to...
What was the phrase?
Come quietly.
Well, I can tell you this.
I have no intention of going to Azkaban.
Enough of this.
Take him.
Well,
you may not like him, Minister...
but you can't deny,
Dumbledore has got style.
Boys and girls are not permitted to be within 8 inches of each other.
Those wishing to join...
the Inquisitorial Squad for extra credit...
Students will be submitted to questioning about suspected illicit activities.
Any student in non compliance will be expelled.
Harry.
You did everything you could.
No one could win against that old hag.
Even Dumbledore didn't see this coming.
Harry, if it's anyone's fault, it's ours.
Yeah, we talked you into it.
Yeah but I agreed.
I tried so hard to help,
and all it's done is make things worse.
Anyway, that doesn't matter anymore.
Because I don't want to play anymore.
All it does is make you care too much.
And the more you care, the more you have to lose.
So maybe it's just better to...
To what?
To go it alone.
Hagrid.
Any idea where he is taking us?
Hagrid, why can't you just tell us?
I have never seen the centaurs so riled.
And they are dangerous at the best of times.
The Ministry restricts their territory much more.
They will gonna have a full uprising on their hands.
Hagrid, what's going on?
I am sorry to be so mysterious, you three.
I would not be bothering you at all with it, but...
with Dumbledore gone,
I will likely be getting the sack any day now.
And I just could not leave without telling someone about him.
Grawpy.
Down here, you great buffoon.
Grawpy.
Brought you some company.
I could not just leave him, because...
Because he is my brother.
Blimey.
Well, half brother really.
He is completely harmless, just like I said.
Little high-spirited, is all.
Grawpy, that is not polite. Hagrid, do something.
We talked about this. You do not grab, do you?
That's your new friend, Hermione.
Grawpy.
Grawp.
Put me down.
Now.
You alright?
Fine.
Just needs a firm hand, is all.
I think you have got an admirer.
You just stay away from her, alright?
He gets his own food and all.
It's company he will be needing when I am gone.
You will look after him, won't you?
I am the only family he is got.
Feeling sentimental?
That's private.
Not to me.
And not to the Dark Lord, if you don't improve.
Every memory he has access to is a weapon he can use against you.
You won't last two seconds if he invades your mind.
You are just like your father.
Lazy,
arrogant.
Don't say a word against my father.
Weak. I am not weak.
Then prove it.
Control your emotions.
Discipline your mind.
Legilimens.
Harry.
Sirius.
I may vomit.
Stop it.
Is this what you call control?
We have been at it for hours. If I could just rest.
The Dark Lord isn't resting.
You and Black, you are two of a kind.
Sentimental children forever
whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been.
Well, it may have escaped your notice,
but life isn't fair.
Your blessed father knew that.
In fact, he frequently saw to it.
My father was a great man.
Your father was a swine.
Legilimens. Protego.
Come on Moony, Padfoot.
Snape.
Expelliarmus.
Nice one James.
Dad. Impedimenta.
Snivellus Greasy. Snivellus Greasy.
Right. Who wants to see me take off Snivelly's trousers?
Snivellus Greasy. Snivellus Greasy.
Enough.
Your lessons are at an end.
I di...
Get...
out.
What's your name? Michael.
Your hand is gonna be fine, Michael.
Yeah. It's not as bad as it seems.
See?
It's fading already.
You can hardly see ours anymore,
and the pain stops after a while.
As I told you once before, Mr Potter,
naughty children deserve to be punished.
You know, George,
I have always felt our futures lay outside the world of academic achievement.
Fred,
I have been thinking exactly the same thing.
Hey!
Here you go.
Ready when you are.
I need that prophecy.
You will have to kill me.
I will.
But first, you will fetch it for me.
Crucio.
Sirius.
Harry, are you sure?
I saw it.
It's just like with Mr Weasley.
It's the same door I have been dreaming about for months.
I could not remember where I had seen it before.
Sirius said Voldemort was after something.
Something he didn't have the last time,
and it's in the Department of Mysteries.
Harry, please, just listen.
What if Voldemort meant for you to see this?
What if he is only hurting Sirius because he is trying to get to you?
What if he is?
I am supposed to just let him die?
Hermione, he is the only family I have got left.
What do we do?
We will have to use the Floo Network.
Umbridge has the chimneys under surveillance.
Not all of them.
Alohomora.
Alert the Order if you can.
Are you mental? We are going with you.
It's too dangerous.
When are you going to get it into your head?
We are in this together.
That you are.
Caught this one trying to help the Weasley girl.
You were going to Dumbledore, were not you?
No.
Liar.
You sent for me, Headmistress?
Snape, yes.
The time has come for answers,
whether he wants to give them to me or not.
Have you brought the Veritaserum?
I am afraid you have used up all my stores interrogating students.
The last of it on Miss Chang.
Unless you wish to poison him.
And I assure you, I would have the greatest sympathy if you did.
I cannot help you.
He is got Padfoot.
He is got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden.
Padfoot? What is Padfoot? Where what is hidden?
What is he talking about, Snape?
No idea.
Very well.
You give me no choice, Potter.
As this...
is an issue of Ministry security,
you leave me with...
no alternative.
The Cruciatus Curse ought to loosen your tongue.
That's illegal.
What Cornelius,
doesn't know won't hurt him.
Tell her Harry!
Tell me what?
Well, if you won't tell her where it is...
I will.
Where what is?
Dumbledore's secret weapon.
How much further?
Not far.
It had to be somewhere students would not find it accidentally.
What are you doing?
Improvising.
Well?
Where is this weapon?
There isn't one, is there?
You were trying to trick me.
You know...
I really hate children.
You have no business here centaur.
This is a Ministry matter.
Lower your weapons.
I warn you,
under the law,
as creatures of near-human intelligence...
Protego.
How dare you?
Filthy half-breed.
Incarcerous.
Please.
Please stop it.
Please.
Now enough.
I will have order.
You filthy animal.
Do you know who I am?
Leave him alone. It's not his fault.
No, he doesn't understand.
Potter do something.
Tell them I mean no harm.
I am sorry Professor.
But I must not tell lies.
What are you doing?
I am Senior Undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge.
Let me go!
Thank you, Grawp.
Hermione.
Hermione Sirius.
How did you get away?
Puking Pastilles.
It was not pretty.
Told them I was hungry, wanted some sweets.
Of course, they told me to bugger off and ate the lot themselves.
That was clever Ron.
Has been known to happen.
It was brilliant.
So, how are we getting to London?
Look, it's not that I don't appreciate everything you have done, all of you...
but...
I have got you into enough trouble as it is.
Dumbledore's Army's supposed to be about doing something real.
Or was that all just words to you?
Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourself, mate.
So how are we going to get to London?
We fly, of course.
Department of Mysteries.
This is it.
92.
93.
94.
95.
He should be here.
Harry.
It's got your name on it.
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.
And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal,
but he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not.
For neither can live while the other survives.
Harry.
Where is Sirius?
You know, you really should learn to tell the difference...
between dreams...
and reality.
You saw only what the Dark Lord
wanted you to see.
Now, hand me the prophecy.
If you do anything to us, I will break it.
He knows how to play.
Itty, bitty,
baby.
Potter.
Bellatrix Lestrange.
Neville Longbottom, is it?
How is mum and dad?
Better, now they are about to be avenged.
Now let's...
Everybody just...
calm down...
shall we?
All we want,
is that prophecy.
Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?
You dare speak his name?
You filthy half-blood!
It's alright. He is just a curious lad, are not you?
Prophecies can only be retrieved by those...
about whom they are made.
Which is lucky for you, really.
Have not you always wondered...
what was the reason...
for the connection between you...
and the Dark Lord?
Why he was unable to kill you...
when you were just...
an infant?
Don't you want to know the secret...
of your scar?
All the answers are there,
Potter,
in your hand.
All you have to do...
is give it to me.
Then I can show you everything.
I have waited 14 years.
I know.
I guess I can wait a little longer.
Now. Stupefy.
Stupefy.
Levicorpus.
Petrificus Totalus.
Well done Neville.
Stupefy.
Reducto.
Get back to the door.
Department of Mysteries.
They got that bit right, didn't they?
The voices.
Can you tell what they are saying?
There are not any voices, Harry.
Let's get out of here.
I hear them too.
Harry, it's just an empty archway.
Please, Harry.
Get behind me.
Did you actually believe...
or were you truly...
naive enough...
to think...
that children stood a chance...
against us?
I will make this simple for you, Potter.
Give me the prophecy now...
or watch your friends...
die.
Don't give it to him, Harry.
Get away from my godson.
Now listen to me.
I want you to take the others and get out of here.
What? No, I am staying with you.
You have done beautifully.
Now, let me take it from here.
Black.
Expelliarmus!
Nice one, James.
Avada Kedavra.
No. No.
I killed Sirius Black.
Are you coming to get me?
Crucio.
You have got to mean it, Harry.
She killed him.
She deserves it.
You know the spell, Harry.
Do it.
So weak.
It was foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom.
The Aurors are on their way.
By which time I shall be gone.
And you...
shall be dead.
Crucio.
You have lost old man.
Harry.
So weak.
So vulnerable.
Look at me.
Harry, it isn't how you are alike.
It's how you are not.
Harry?
You are the weak one...
and you will never know love...
or friendship.
And I feel sorry for you.
You are a fool, Harry Potter.
And you will lose...
everything.
He is back.
I know how you feel Harry.
No you don't.
It's my fault.
No,
the fault is mine.
I knew it was only a matter of time,
before Voldemort made the connection between you.
I thought by distancing myself from you,
as I have done all year,
he'd be less tempted.
And therefore you might be more protected.
The prophecy...
said...
Neither one can live while the other one survives.
It means...
one of us is gonna have to kill the other,
in the end.
Yes.
Why didn't you tell me?
For the same reason you tried to save Sirius.
The same reason your friends saved you.
After all these years, after all you have suffered,
I didn't want to cause you any more pain.
I cared too much about you.
How come you are not at the feast?
Lost all my possessions.
Apparently people have been hiding them.
That's awful.
It's all good fun.
But as it's the last night, I really do need them back.
Do you want any help finding them?
I am sorry about your godfather, Harry.
Are you sure you don't want any help looking?
That's alright.
Anyway,
my mum always said...
the things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end.
If not always in the way we expect.
Think I will just go have some pudding.
I have been thinking about something Dumbledore said to me.
What's that?
That even though we have got a fight ahead of us,
we have got one thing that Voldemort doesn't have.
Yeah?
Something worth fighting for.
By LESAIGNEUR Sync & corrections May 2022