Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 (2010) - full transcript

Voldemort's power is growing stronger. He now has control over the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts. Harry, Ron, and Hermione decide to finish Dumbledore's work and find the rest of the Horcruxes to defeat the Dark Lord. But little hope remains for the Trio, and the rest of the Wizarding World, so everything they do must go as planned.

These are dark times,

there is no denying.

Our world has, perhaps, faced

no greater threat than it does today.

But I say this to our citizenry:

We, ever your servants...

...will continue to

defend your liberty...

...and repel the forces

that seek to take it from you.

Your Ministry remains...

...strong.

Hermione. Tea's ready, darling.

Coming, Mom.

Come on, Dudley, hurry up.

I still don't understand

why we have to leave.

Because, uh, it's not

safe for us here anymore.

Ron, tell your father

supper's nearly ready.

Is this in Australia?

Looks wonderful, doesn't it?

Three and a half thousand

kilometers along Australia's east coast.

Obliviate.

Severus.

I was beginning to worry

you had lost your way.

Come, we've saved you a seat.

You bring news, I trust?

It will happen Saturday

next, at nightfall.

I've heard differently, my Lord.

Dawlish, the Auror, has let

slip that the Potter boy...

...will not be moved until

the 30th of this month.

The day before he turns 17.

This is a false trail.

The Auror Office no longer plays any

part in the protection of Harry Potter.

Those closest to him believe

we have infiltrated the Ministry.

Well, they got that

right, haven't they?

What say you, Pius?

One hears many

things, my Lord.

Whether the truth is

among them is not clear.

Heh. Spoken like

a true politician.

You will, I think,

prove most useful, Pius.

- Where will he be taken, the boy?

- To a safe house.

Most likely the home of someone

in the Order.

I'm told it's been given every

manner of protection possible.

Once there, it will be

impractical to attack him.

Ahem. My Lord. I'd like to

volunteer myself for this task.

I want to kill the boy.

Wormtail!

Have I not spoken to you

about keeping our guest quiet?

Yes, my Lord.

Right away, my Lord.

As inspiring as I find

your bloodlust, Bellatrix...

...I must be the one

to kill Harry Potter.

But I face an

unfortunate complication.

That my wand and Potter's

share the same core.

They are, in some ways, twins.

We can wound, but not

fatally harm one another.

If I am to kill him...

...I must do it with

another's wand.

Come, surely one of you

would like the honor?

Mm?

What about you, Lucius?

My Lord?

"My Lord?"

I require your wand.

Do I detect elm?

Yes, my Lord.

And the core?

Dragon. Ahem.

Dragon heartstring, my Lord.

- Dragon heartstring.

- Mm.

To those of you

who do not know...

...we are joined tonight

by Miss Charity Burbage...

...who, until recently, taught at Hogwarts

School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Her specialty was

Muggle Studies.

It is Miss Burbage's belief that

Muggles are not so different from us.

She would, given her way...

...have us mate with them.

To her, the mixture of magical and

Muggle blood is not an abomination...

...but something to be encouraged.

Severus.

Severus, please.

We're friends.

Avada Kedavra!

Nagini.

Dinner.

- Hello, Harry.

- All right. Wow.

Hello.

- You're looking fit.

- Yeah, he's absolutely gorgeous.

What say we get undercover

before someone murders him?

Evening.

I thought you were looking

after the Prime Minister.

You are more important.

- Hello, Harry. Bill Weasley.

- Oh. Pleasure to meet you.

- He was never always this handsome.

- Dead ugly.

True enough.

Owe it all to a werewolf,

name of Greyback.

- Hope to repay the favor one day.

- You're still beautiful to me, William.

Just remember, Fleur, Bill takes

his steaks on the raw side now.

My husband, the joker.

By the way, wait till you hear

the news. Remus and I--

All right. We'll have time

for a cozy catch-up later.

We've got to get the hell

out of here. And soon.

Potter, you're underage, which means

you've still got the Trace on you.

What's the Trace?

If you sneeze, the Ministry

will know who wipes your nose.

We have to use those means of

transport the Trace can't detect:

Brooms, Thestrals and

the like. We go in pairs.

That way, if anyone's out there waiting

for us, and I reckon there will be...

...they won't know which

Harry Potter is the real one.

The real one?

I believe you're familiar

with this particular brew.

No. Absolutely not.

I told you he'd take it well.

No, if you think I'm gonna let

everyone risk their lives for me, I--

- Never done that before, have we?

- No. No. This is different.

I mean, taking that,

becoming me. No.

Well, none of us

really fancy it, mate.

Imagine if something went wrong, and

we ended up a scrawny, specky git forever.

Everyone here is of age, Potter.

They've all agreed

to take the risk.

Technically, I've been coerced.

Mundungus Fletcher,

Mr. Potter.

- Always been a huge admirer.

- Nip it, Mundungus.

All right, Granger,

as discussed.

- Blimey, Hermione.

- Straight in here, if you please.

For those of you who haven't taken

Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning:

It tastes like goblin piss.

Have a lot of experiences

with that, do you, Mad-Eye?

Just trying to

diffuse the tension.

Oh.

Ugh.

Wow, we're identical.

Not yet, you're not.

Haven't got anything a bit

more sporting, have you?

I don't really fancy this color.

Well, fancy this, you're

not you. So shut it and strip.

All right, all right.

You'll need to change too, Potter.

Bill, look away. I'm hideous.

I knew she was lying

about that tattoo.

Harry, your eyesight

really is awful.

Right, then. We'll be pairing off.

Each Potter will have a protector.

Mundungus, stick tight to me.

I wanna keep an eye on you.

- As for Harry--

- Yes?

The real Harry.

- Where the devil are you, anyway?

- Here.

You'll ride with Hagrid.

I brought you here 16 years ago when

you were no bigger than a Bowtruckle.

Seems only right that I should be

the one to take you away now.

Yes, it's all very

touching. Let's go.

Head for the Burrows.

We'll rendezvous there.

On the count of three.

Hold tight, Harry.

One...

...two...

...three!

- Which one?

- Where are you?

He's on your right!

He's over there!

Down!

Hagrid, we have to

help the others!

I can't do that, Harry.

Mad-Eye's orders.

Hang on.

Stupefy!

Hang on, Harry.

Hagrid.

No. No.

Harry.

Harry. Hagrid.

What happened?

Where are the others?

Is no one else back?

They were on us right from the

start, Molly. We didn't stand a chance.

Well, thank goodness

you two are all right.

The Death Eaters were

waiting for us. It was an ambush.

Ron and Tonks should've

already been back.

Dad and Fred as well.

Here!

Quick. Into the house.

Oh, my boy.

Oh. Oh.

- Lupin!

- What are you doing?

What creature sat

in the corner...

...the first time Harry Potter

visited my office in Hogwarts?

- Are you mad?

- What creature?!

A Grindylow.

We've been betrayed.

Voldemort knew you were

being moved tonight.

I had to make sure you

weren't an impostor.

Wait.

The last words Albus Dumbledore

spoke to the pair of us?

"Harry is the best hope

we have. Trust him."

What gave you away?

Hedwig, I think. She was

trying to protect me.

Thanks.

Deserves that.

Brilliant, he was.

- I wouldn't be standing here without him.

- Really?

Always the tone of surprise.

We the last back?

Where's George?

How you feeling, Georgie?

Saint-like.

Come again?

Saint-like. I'm holy.

I'm holey, Fred. Get it?

The whole wide world of ear-related

humor and you go for "I'm holey."

That's pathetic.

Reckon I'm still

better-looking than you.

Mad-Eye's dead.

Mundungus took one look at

Voldemort and Disapparated.

Head for the Burrows.

This is beyond

anything I imagined.

- Seven?

- Seven...? A Horcrux.

They could be

hidden anywhere.

To rip the soul

into seven pieces....

- If you did destroy each Horcrux....

- One destroys Voldemort.

Trust me.

You lied to me.

Lied to me, Ollivander.

Going somewhere?

Nobody else is going

to die. Not for me.

For you?

You think Mad-Eye

died for you?

You think George took

that curse for you?

You may be the Chosen One, mate,

but this is a whole lot bigger than that.

It's always been bigger than that.

- Come with me.

- What, and leave Hermione?

You mad? We wouldn't

last two days without her.

Don't tell her I said that.

Besides, you've still got

the Trace on you.

- We've still got the wedding--

- I don't care about a wedding.

I'm sorry. No matter whose it is.

I have to start finding these Horcruxes.

They're our only

chance to beat him...

...and the longer we stay

here, the stronger he gets.

Tonight's not the night, mate.

We'd only be doing him a favor.

Do you think he knows?

I mean, they're bits of his soul,

these Horcruxes. Bits of him.

When Dumbledore destroyed the

ring, you destroyed Tom Riddle's diary...

...he must have felt something.

To kill the other Horcruxes,

we have to find them.

Where are they?

Where do we start?

Ready when you are.

Please pay attention! It's your

brother's wedding. Buck up.

Zip me up, will you?

It seems silly,

doesn't it, a wedding?

Given everything

that's going on.

Maybe that's the best

reason to have it...

...because of everything

that's going on.

Morning.

Come on, keep up.

All together now.

One, two, three.

How's it looking at

your end, boys?

Brilliant.

Bloody hell. What's the

Minister of Magic doing here?

To what do we owe

the pleasure, Minister?

I think we both know the answer

to that question, Mr. Potter.

And this is...?

"Herein is set forth the

last will and testament...

...of Albus Percival Wulfric

Brian Dumbledore.

First, to Ronald Bilius Weasley...

...I leave my Deluminator...

...a device of my own making...

...in the hope that, when

things seem most dark...

...it will show him the light."

- Dumbledore left this for me?

- Yeah.

Brilliant.

What is it?

Wicked.

"To Hermione Jean Granger...

...I leave my copy of

The Tales of Beedle the Bard...

...in the hope that she find it

entertaining and instructive."

Mom used to read me those.

"The Wizard and

the Hopping Pot."

"Babbitty Rabbitty and

the Cackling Stump."

Come on, Babbitty Rabbitty.

No?

"To Harry James Potter...

...I leave the Snitch he caught in

his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts...

...as a reminder of the

rewards of perseverance...

...and skill."

- Is that it, then?

- Not quite.

Dumbledore left you

a second bequest:

The sword of Godric Gryffindor.

Unfortunately, the sword of Gryffindor

was not Dumbledore's to give away.

As an important historical

artifact, it belongs--

To Harry.

It belongs to Harry.

It came to him when he needed

it in the Chamber of Secrets.

The sword may present itself

to any worthy Gryffindor.

That does not make it

that wizard's property.

And, in any event, the current

whereabouts of the sword are unknown.

- Excuse me?

- The sword is missing.

I don't know what

you're up to, Mr. Potter...

...but you can't fight

this war on your own.

He's too strong.

Hello, Harry.

I've interrupted a deep thought, haven't I?

I can see it growing smaller in your eyes.

Of course not.

How are you, Luna?

Very well. Got bitten by a

garden gnome only moments ago.

Gnome saliva is very beneficial.

Xenophilius Lovegood.

We live just over the hill.

Pleasure to meet you, sir.

I trust you know, Mr. Potter,

that we at The Quibbler...

...unlike those toadies

at The Daily Prophet...

...fully supported

Dumbledore in his lifetime...

...and, in his death,

support you just as fully.

Thank you.

Come, Daddy. Harry doesn't

want to talk to us right now.

He's just too polite to say so.

Harry Potter.

Excuse me, sir?

May I sit down?

Mr. Potter. By all means. Here.

Thanks.

I found what you wrote in

The Daily Prophet really moving.

You obviously knew

Dumbledore well.

Well, I certainly knew

him the longest.

That is, if you don't count

his brother, Aberforth...

...and somehow, people never

do seem to count Aberforth.

- I didn't even know he had a brother.

- Ah.

Well, Dumbledore was always

very private, even as a boy.

Don't despair, Elphias.

I'm told he's been thoroughly

unriddled by Rita Skeeter...

...in 800 pages, no less.

Word has it that

someone talked to her.

Someone who knew the

Dumbledore family well.

Both you and I know

who that is, Elphias.

A monstrous betrayal.

Who are we talking about?

Bathilda Bagshot.

- Who?

- My God, boy...

...she's only the most celebrated

magical historian of the last century.

She was as close to the

Dumbledores as anyone.

Oh, I'm sure Rita Skeeter thought

it well worth a trip to Godric's Hollow...

...to take a peek into that

old bird's rattled cage.

Godric's Hollow?

Bathilda Bagshot

lives at Godric's Hollow?

Well, that's where she

first met Dumbledore.

You don't mean to say

he lived there too?

The family moved there after

his father killed those three Muggles.

Oh, it was quite the scandal.

Honestly, my boy, are you

sure you knew him at all?

The Ministry has fallen.

The Minister of Magic is dead.

They are coming.

They are coming.

They are coming.

They're coming!

Nice meeting you, Mr. Potter.

- Ginny!

- Harry! Go!

Go!

Here you go, sightseeing tour?

Leaves in 15 minutes.

- Where are we?

- Shaftesbury Avenue.

I used to come to the theater

here with Mom and Dad.

I don't know why I thought of it.

It just popped into my head.

This way.

We need to change.

How the ruddy...?

Undetectable Extension Charm.

You're amazing, you are.

Always the tone of surprise.

Ah. That'll be the books.

What about all the

people at the wedding?

- Do you think we should go back?

- They were after you.

We'd put everyone in

danger by going back.

- Ron's right.

- Ahem.

Coffee?

- A cappuccino, please.

- You?

- What she said.

- Same.

So where do we go from here?

Leaky Cauldron?

It's too dangerous.

If Voldemort has taken over the

Ministry, none of the old places are safe.

Everyone from the wedding will

have gone underground, into hiding.

My rucksack with all my things,

I've left it at the Burrow.

You're joking.

I've had all the essentials

packed for days, just in case.

By the way, these jeans,

not my favorite.

Down!

Stupefy!

Expulso!

Petrificus Totalus.

Go.

Leave.

Lock the door, get the lights.

This one's name is Rowle.

He was on the Astronomy Tower

the night Snape killed Dumbledore.

This is Dolohov. I recognize

him from the wanted posters.

So, what we gonna

do with you, hey?

Kill us if it was turned

round, wouldn't you?

If we kill them, they'll

know we were here.

Ron.

Suppose he did Mad-Eye.

How would you feel then?

It's better we wipe

their memories.

You're the boss.

Hermione...

...you're the

best at spells.

Obliviate.

How is it they knew

we were there?

Maybe you still have

the Trace on you?

Can't be. Trace breaks

at 17. It's wizarding law.

What?

We didn't celebrate

your birthday, Harry.

Ginny and I, we

prepared a cake.

We were going to bring it out

at the end of the wedding.

I appreciate the thought, but given

the fact that we were almost killed...

...by a couple of Death

Eaters a few minutes ago....

Right.

Perspective.

We need to get off the

streets, get somewhere safe.

What was that all about?

Probably Mad-Eye's idea, in case

Snape decided to come snooping.

Homenum Revelio.

We're alone.

I believed another wand-

You lied to me.

It makes no sense.

I believed a different wand

would work, I swear.

There must be another way.

Harry? Hermione,

where are you?

I think I've found something.

Lovely.

"Regulus Arcturus Black."

R.A.B.

"I know I will be dead

long before you read this.

I have stolen the real Horcrux

and intend to destroy it."

R.A.B. is Sirius's brother.

Yes.

Question is, did he actually

destroy the real Horcrux?

You've been spying

on us, have you?

Kreacher has been watching.

Maybe he knows

where the real locket is.

Have you ever

seen this before?

Kreacher?

It's Master Regulus' locket.

But there were two,

weren't there?

Where's the other one?

Kreacher doesn't know

where the other locket is.

Yes, but did you ever see it?

Was it in this house?

Filthy Mudblood.

- Death Eaters are coming--

- Ron.

- Blood traitor, Weasley.

- Answer her.

Yes.

It was here in this house.

A most evil object.

How do you mean?

Before Master Regulus died,

he ordered Kreacher to destroy it...

...but no matter how hard

Kreacher tried, he could not do it.

Well, where is it now?

- Did someone take it?

- He came in the night.

He took many things,

including the locket.

Who did?

Who was it, Kreacher?

Mundungus.

Mundungus Fletcher.

Find him.

My father will hear about this.

Hey, losers.

He isn't here.

As your new

Minister for Magic...

...I promise to restore

this temple of tolerance...

...to its former glory.

Therefore, beginning today...

...each employee will

submit themselves...

...for evaluation.

You have nothing to fear...

...if you have nothing to hide.

- How much?

- Two Galleons.

Come on, time is

money. Cheers, pal.

- Snatchers!

- Move out of the way.

- I told you.

- Get out.

Squash him.

Be a bit gentler.

They have flesh memories.

When Scrimgeour first gave it to you,

I thought it might open at your touch.

That Dumbledore had

hidden something inside it.

Many of you

are wondering...

...why Voldemort has yet to show

himself now that he has vanquished...

...the most powerful symbol of

opposition to him and his followers.

Get off.

Harry Potter, so long it's been.

Get off me.

As requested, Kreacher has

returned with the thief...

- Expellliarmus.

- ... Mundungus Fletcher.

What you playing at? Setting a pair

of bleeding house-elves after me.

Dobby was only trying to help.

Dobby saw Kreacher in Diagon Alley,

which Dobby thought was curious.

And then Dobby heard Kreacher

mention Harry Potter's name.

- I just--

- And then Dobby saw Kreacher...

- ...talking with the thief, Mundungus--

- I'm no thief.

You foul little-- Git.

I'm a purveyor of rare

and wondrous objects.

You're a thief, Dung.

Everyone knows it.

Master Weasley, so good

to see you again.

Wicked trainers.

Listen, I panicked

that night, all right?

Could I help it if Mad-Eye

fell off his broom?

- You....

- Tell the truth.

When you turned this

place over-- Don't deny it.

--you found a locket,

am I right?

Why? Was it valuable?

You still got it?

No, he's worried he didn't

get enough money for it.

Bleeding give it away, didn't I?

There I was, flogging me

wares in Diagon Alley...

...when some Ministry hag comes

up and asks to see me license.

Says she's a mind

to lock me up.

And would've done it too, if she

hadn't taken a fancy to that locket.

- Who was she? The witch. Do you know?

- No, I--

Well, she's there. Look.

Bleeding bow and all.

Right, remember what we said.

Don't speak to anyone

unless absolutely necessary.

Just try and act normal.

Do what everybody else is doing.

If we do that, then with a

bit of luck, we'll get inside.

- And then--

- It gets really tricky.

- Correct.

- Yeah.

- This is completely mental.

- Completely.

The world's mental.

Come on...

...we've got a Horcrux to find.

We flush ourselves in.

That's bloody disgusting.

Name?

You. Come.

- What? What?

- Come on.

- What did I do?

- Just keep walking.

- Are those--?

- Muggles.

In their rightful place.

Gotta tell you,

I'm starting to freak out a bit.

How long did you say this batch

of Polyjuice would last, Hermione?

I didn't.

Cattermole.

It's still raining inside my

office. That's two days now.

Have you tried an umbrella?

You do realize I'm going

downstairs, don't you, Cattermole?

- Downstairs?

- To interrogate your wife.

Now, if my wife's blood

status were in doubt...

...and the head of the Department

of Magical Law Enforcement...

...needed a job doing, I think

I might just make that a priority.

You have one hour.

Oh, my God. What am I gonna do?

My wife's all alone downstairs.

- Ron, you don't have a wife.

- Oh, right.

Level 2.

But how do I stop it raining?

Try "Finite Incantatem."

Department of Magical

Law Enforcement...

...and Improper Use of

Magic Department.

This is you, Ron.

Finite Incantatem. Okay.

And if that doesn't work...?

Level 1, Minister of Magic

and support staff.

If we don't locate Umbridge

within the hour...

...we go find Ron and

come back another day.

- Deal?

- Yes.

Ah, Mafalda. Travers

sent you, did he?

Good, we'll go straight down.

Albert, aren't you getting out?

Runcorn.

Accio locket.

All right, all right.

Let's calm down, shall we?

Let's get back to work, please.

Calm down.

Runcorn.

Morning.

Ron, it's me.

Harry. Blimey, forgot

what you looked like.

Where's Hermione?

She's gone down to the

courtrooms, with Umbridge.

Bloody cold down here.

I'm a half-blood.

My father was a wizard.

William Alderton.

He worked here for 30 years.

Perhaps you know him.

Always wore his jacket inside out.

No, there's been a mistake.

I'm half-blood, you see.

We must go back.

I'm half-blood.

- Mary Elizabeth Cattermole?

- Yes.

Of 27 Chislehurst Gardens,

Great Tolling, Evesham?

- Yes.

- It's here.

Mother to Maisie, Ellie

and Alfred? Wife to Reginald?

Reg?

Thank you, Albert.

Mary Elizabeth Cattermole?

Yes.

A wand was taken from you upon

your arrival at the Ministry today.

Is this that wand?

Would you please tell the court from

which witch or wizard you took this wand?

I didn't take it.

I got it in Diagon Alley, at

Ollivander's, when I was 11.

It chose me.

You're lying.

Wands only choose witches,

and you are not a witch.

But I am.

Tell them, Reg.

Tell them what I am.

Reg, tell them what I am.

What on earth are

you doing, Albert?

You're lying, Dolores.

And one mustn't tell lies.

Stupefy!

It's Harry Potter.

It is, isn't it?

This'll be one to tell the kids.

Expecto Patronum!

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Mary, go home.

Get the kids.

I'll meet you there. We have to

get out of the country, understand?

Mary, do as I say.

Mary?

Who's that?

Long story. Nice meeting you.

It's Harry Potter.

It's Harry. Harry Potter.

- There he is.

- Get him!

- Get him!

- Stop him!

- Watch out.

- Look out.

This way!

Expellliarmus!

Oh, my God.

Shh, shh, shh.

It's all right. It's okay.

Harry. Harry,

quickly, in my bag.

There's a bottle labeled

"Essence of Dittany."

Shh. Shh.

- Okay, okay.

- Quickly.

- Accio Dittany.

- Shh.

It's all right. Unstopper it.

Hermione, his arm.

I know, just do it.

It's okay.

- Okay, it's gonna sting a little bit.

- What happened? I thought we meant...

- ...to be going back to Grimmauld Place.

- We were. We were. Shh.

It's all right.

One more, one more.

We were there, we were there,

but Yaxley had hold of me, and I....

I knew once he'd seen where

we were, we couldn't stay...

...so I brought us here...

...but Ron got splinched.

It's all right.

Protego Totalum.

Salvio Hexia.

What are you doing?

Protective enchantments.

I don't fancy another visit like the one

we had in Shaftesbury Avenue, do you?

You can get going on the tent.

- Tent?

Protego Totalum.

Where am I supposed

to find a tent?

Repello Muggletum. Muffliato.

You first.

Dissendium.

Incendio.

Expulso.

Diffindo.

Reducto.

What are you doing?

We have to keep it safe until

we find out how to destroy it.

Seems strange, mate.

Dumbledore sends you off...

...to find all these Horcruxes, but

doesn't tell you how to destroy them.

Doesn't that bother you?

A goblin by the name

of Gornuk was killed.

It is believed that Muggle-born

Dean Thomas and a second goblin...

...both believed to have been

traveling with Tonks, Cresswell...

...and Gornuk,

may have escaped.

If Dean is listening or anyone has

any knowledge of his whereabouts...

...his parents and sisters

are desperate for news.

Meanwhile, a Muggle family of five

has been found dead in their home.

You know the spell, Harry.

Tell me.

Tell me, Gregorovitch.

It was stolen from me.

Who was he? The thief?

It was a boy.

It was he who took it.

I never saw it again.

I swear on my life.

I believe you.

Avada Kedavra!

I thought it had stopped.

You can't keep letting

him in, Harry.

You-Know-Who has

found Gregorovitch.

The wandmaker?

He wants something that

Gregorovitch used to have...

...but I don't know what.

But he wants it desperately.

I mean, it's as if his life depends on it.

Don't.

- It comforts him.

- It sets my teeth on edge.

What's he expecting

to hear, good news?

who long expected it, the

fall of the Ministry was shocking.

I think he just hopes he

doesn't hear bad news.

We promise to remain

your eyes and ears-

How long before he can travel?

bringing you news when we

can, from wherever we can.

I'm doing everything I can.

You're not doing enough!

Take it off.

I said, take it off now.

- Better?

- Loads.

We'll take it in turns, okay?

Finch does admit his invention

currently has one short.

And now, other news:

Severus Snape, newly-appointed

headmaster of Hogwarts...

...has decreed that all students

must conform to the latest house rules.

Hogwarts bears little resemblance to the

school under Dumbledore's leadership.

Snape's curriculum is severe,

reflecting the wishes of the Dark Lord...

...and infractions are dealt with harshly

by the two Death Eaters on staff.

What's that?

What's that smell?

- What you doing?

- It's heavy.

Oh, sorry. Do you

want me to carry it?

- Yeah, thank you.

- Don't be ridiculous. Pick it up.

Numpty.

Snatchers.

Good to know your

enchantments work.

He could smell it. My perfume.

I've told you...

...Ron isn't strong

enough to Apparate.

Well, then, we'll go on foot.

And next time, Hermione, as much as

I like your perfume, just don't wear any.

And now for the names of

missing witches and wizards.

These are confirmed.

Thankfully, the list

is short today.

Jason and Alison Denbright.

Oh. Thank you.

Bella, Jake, Charlie,

and Madge Farley.

Joe Laurie.

Eleanor Sarah Gibbs.

Harry and Bronwyn Trigg.

Rob and Ellie Dowson.

Georgia Clark-Day.

Joshua Flexson.

George Coutas.

Gabriella and Emily Mather.

Jacob and Mimi Erland.

William and Brian Gallagher.

He doesn't know what

he's doing, does he?

None of us do.

Toby and Olivia Gleaves.

Katie and James Killick.

Elsie Valentine Schroeder.

Jennifer Winston.

Tamsin and lola Hillicker.

Scarlet and Kitty Sharp.

Oh, my God.

What?

I'll tell you in a minute.

Maybe you could tell me now.

The sword of Gryffindor,

it's goblin-made.

Brilliant.

No, you don't understand.

Dirt and rust have no

effect on the blade.

It only takes in that

which makes it stronger.

Okay.

Harry, you've already destroyed

one Horcrux, right?

Tom Riddle's diary in

the Chamber of Secrets.

With a Basilisk fang. If you

tell me you've got one of those...

- ...in that bloody beaded bag of yours....

- Don't you see?

In the Chamber of Secrets, you stabbed

the Basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor.

Its blade is impregnated

with Basilisk venom.

It only takes in that

which makes it stronger.

- Exactly, which is why--

- It can destroy Horcruxes.

That's why Dumbledore

left it to you in his will.

You are brilliant,

Hermione. Truly.

Actually, I'm highly logical, which

allows me to look past extraneous detail...

...and perceive clearly

that which others overlook.

Yeah, there's only

one problem, of course.

The sword was stolen.

Yeah, I'm still here.

But you two carry on.

Don't let me spoil the fun.

- What's wrong?

- Wrong? Nothing's wrong.

Not according to you, anyway.

Look, if you've got something

to say, don't be shy. Spit it out.

All right, I'll spit it out. But

don't expect me to be grateful...

...because there's another

damn thing we've gotta find.

I thought you knew

what you signed up for.

Yeah. I thought I did too.

Well then, I'm sorry, but

I don't quite understand.

What part of this isn't living

up to your expectations?

Did you think we were

gonna be staying in a hotel?

Finding a Horcrux every other day?

Thought you'd be back by Christmas?

I just thought, after all this time...

...we would've achieved something.

I thought you knew what you were doing.

I thought Dumbledore told

you something worthwhile.

- I thought you had a plan.

- I told you everything Dumbledore told me.

In case you haven't noticed,

we found a Horcrux.

Yeah, and we're as close to getting rid of

it as we are to finding the rest of them.

Ron. Please, take--

Take the Horcrux off.

You wouldn't be saying this...

...if you hadn't been

wearing it all day.

Want to know why

I listen to that radio?

To make sure I don't hear Ginny's

name, or Fred, or George or Mom.

You think I'm not listening?

You think I don't know how this feels?!

No, you don't

know how it feels!

Your parents are dead.

You have no family.

- Stop. Stop.

- Fine, then go!

Go, then!

Fine.

Ron.

And you?

Are you coming

or you staying?

Fine. I get it.

I saw you two the other night.

Ron, that's-- That's nothing.

Ron--

Ron, where are you going?

Please, come back.

Ron.

Ron!

Salvio Hexia.

Repellum Muggletum.

Salvio Hexia.

♪ Poor old Jim's

white as a ghost

♪ He's found the

answer that we lost

♪ We're all weeping now

Weeping because

♪ There ain't nothing we

can do to protect you

♪ O children

♪ Lift up your voice

♪ Lift up your voice

♪ Children

♪ Rejoice, rejoice

♪ Hey, little train,

we're jumping on

♪ The train that goes

to the kingdom

♪ We're happy, Ma

We're having fun

♪ And the train ain't

even left the station

♪ Hey, little train,

wait for me

♪ I once was blind

but now I see

♪ Have you left a seat for me?

♪ Is that such a stretch

of the imagination?

♪ Hey, little train,

wait for me

♪ I was held in chains

but now I'm free

♪ I'm hanging in there

Don't you see?

♪ In this process

of elimination

♪ Hey, little train,

we're jumping on

♪ The train that goes

to the kingdom

♪ We're happy, Ma

We're having fun

♪ It's beyond my

wildest expectation

♪ Hey, little train,

we're jumping on

♪ The train that goes

to the kingdom

♪ We're happy, Ma

We're having fun

♪ The train ain't even

left the station

Hermione.

Hermione? You were right.

Snitches have flesh memories...

...but I didn't catch the first Snitch

with my hand, I almost swallowed it.

- "I open at the close."

- What do you think that means?

I don't know.

I found something as well.

At first I thought it was an eye,

but now I don't think it is.

It isn't a rune, and it isn't

anywhere in Spellman's Syllabary.

Somebody inked it in. It isn't

part of the book. Somebody drew it.

Luna's dad was wearing that

at Bill and Fleur's wedding.

Why would someone draw it

in a children's book?

Look, Hermione,

I've been thinking.

I want to go to Godric's Hollow.

It's where I was born.

It's where my parents died.

That's exactly where he'll expect you

to go because it means something to you.

Yeah, but it means something

to him too, Hermione.

You-Know-Who almost

died there.

I mean, isn't that exactly the type of

place he'd be likely to hide a Horcrux?

It's dangerous, Harry.

But even I have to admit, recently

I've been thinking we'll have to go there.

I think it's possible

something else is hidden there.

What?

The sword.

If Dumbledore wanted you to find it,

but didn't want it in the Ministry's hands...

...where better to hide it than the

birthplace of the founder of Gryffindor?

Hermione....

Don't ever let me

give you a haircut again.

I still think we should've

used Polyjuice Potion.

No.

This is where I was born.

I'm not returning

as someone else.

Good night. Ha-ha-ha.

Harry, I think

it's Christmas Eve.

Listen.

Do you think they'd be

in there, Hermione?

My mom and dad.

Yeah, I think they would.

"Ignotus Peverell."

Hey, Harry?

Merry Christmas, Hermione.

Merry Christmas, Harry.

Harry, there's someone

watching us. By the church.

I think I know who that is.

I don't like this, Harry.

Hermione, she knew Dumbledore.

She might have the sword.

This is where they died, Hermione.

This is where he murdered them.

You're Bathilda, aren't you?

Here, let me do that.

Miss Bagshot, who is this man?

Harry.

Lumos.

Harry!

Confringo!

Are you feeling better?

You've outdone yourself

this time, Hermione.

The Forest of Dean.

I came here once with

Mom and Dad, years ago.

It's just how I remember it.

The trees, the river, everything.

Like nothing's changed.

Not true, of course.

Everything's changed.

If I brought my parents back here now,

they probably wouldn't recognize any of it.

Not the trees, not the river...

...not even me.

Maybe we should just

stay here, Harry.

Grow old.

You wanted to know who the

boy in the photograph was.

I know.

Gellert Grindelwald.

He's the thief I saw in

Gregorovitch's Wand Shop.

Speaking of which,

where is my wand?

Where's my wand, Hermione?

As we were leaving Godric's Hollow,

I cast a curse and it rebounded.

I'm sorry.

- I tried to mend it, but wands are different.

- It's done.

Leave me yours.

Go inside and get warm.

I'll take the locket as well.

Trust me.

Lumos.

Accio sword.

Diffindo.

- Hermione?

- Are you mental?

It was you?

Well, yeah. Bit obvious, I think.

And you cast the doe

as well, did you?

- No, I thought that was you.

- No, my Patronus is a stag.

Right. Yeah. Antlers.

Okay, Ron. Do it.

I can't handle it. That thing affects me

more than it affects you and Hermione.

- All the more reason.

- No. I can't.

Then why are you here?

Why did you come back?

Now, I'll have to speak to it in order for

it to open. When it does, don't hesitate.

I don't know what's in there,

but it'll put up a fight.

The bit of Riddle that was in

that diary tried to kill me.

All right.

One...

...two...

...three.

I have seen your heart,

and it is mine.

I have seen your dreams,

Ronald Weasley...

...and I have seen

your fears.

Least loved by your mother,

who craved a daughter.

Least loved by the girl

who prefers your friend.

Ron, kill it!

We were better without you.

Happier without you.

Who could look at you

compared to Harry Potter?

What are you compared

with the Chosen One?

Ron, it's lying!

Your mother confessed she

would have preferred me as a son.

What woman would take you?

You are nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing compared to him.

Just think...

...only three to go.

Hermione?

Hermione?

Is everything all right?

It's fine. Actually, you know,

it's more than fine.

Hey.

You complete ass,

Ronald Weasley!

You show up here after weeks,

and you say "hey"?

- Where's my wand? Where's my wand?

- I don't know.

- Harry Potter, give me my wand.

- I don't have it.

- How come he's got your wand?

- Never mind why he's got my wand.

What is that?

You destroyed it.

And how is it that you just happen

to have the sword of Gryffindor?

It's a long story.

- Don't think this changes anything.

- Oh, of course not.

I only just destroyed a bloody Horcrux.

Why would that change anything?

Look, I wanted to come

back as soon as I left.

- I just didn't know how to find you.

- Yeah, how did you find us?

With this. It doesn't

just turn off lights.

I don't know how it works, but Christmas

morning I was sleeping in this little pub...

...keeping away from

some Snatchers...

...and I heard it.

It?

A voice...

...your voice, Hermione...

...coming out of it.

- And what exactly did I say, may I ask?

- My name.

Just my name.

Like a whisper.

So I took it, clicked it, and

this tiny ball of light appeared.

And I knew.

And sure enough, it floated

toward me, the ball of light...

...went right to my chest,

straight through me. Right here.

And I knew it was gonna take me

where I needed to go, so I Disapparated...

...and came to this hillside.

It was dark. I had no

idea where I was.

I just hoped that one of

you would show yourself.

And you did.

I've always liked these

flames Hermione makes.

How long do you reckon

she'll stay mad at me?

Well, just keep talking about that

little ball of light touching your heart...

...and she'll come round.

It was true. Every word.

This is gonna sound crazy...

...but I think that's why Dumbledore

left it to me, the Deluminator.

I think he knew that somehow I'd need it

to find my way back, and she'd lead me.

Bloody hell, I just realized,

you need a wand, don't you?

- Yeah.

- I've got one here.

It's a blackthorn. Ten inches.

Nothing special,

but I reckon it'll do.

Took if off a Snatcher

a couple of weeks ago.

Don't tell Hermione this,

but they're a bit dim, Snatchers.

This one was definitely

part troll, the smell of him.

Engorgio.

Reducio!

What's going on in there?

- Nothing.

- Nothing.

We need to talk.

Yeah, all right.

- I want to go see Xenophilius Lovegood.

- Sorry?

See this?

It's a letter Dumbledore wrote to

Grindelwald. Look at the signature.

It's the mark again.

It keeps cropping up.

In Beedle the Bard, in the

graveyard in Godric's Hollow.

It was there too.

- Where?

- Outside Gregorovitch's Wand Shop.

But what does it mean?

Look, you've got no idea where the

next Horcrux is, and neither do I...

...but this, this means something.

- I'm sure of it.

- Yeah. Hermione's right.

We ought to see Lovegood.

Let's vote on it. Those in favor?

You're not still mad

at him, are you?

I'm always mad at him.

Luna.

Luna.

"Keep off the dirigible plums."

What is it? Who are you?

What do you want?

Hello, Mr. Lovegood. I'm Harry

Potter. We met a few months ago.

Could we come in?

- Where is Luna?

- Luna?

She'll be along.

So how can I help

you, Mr. Potter?

Well, actually....

It was about something you were wearing

round your neck at the wedding. A symbol.

You mean this?

Yes.

That exactly.

What we've wondered

is, what is it?

What is it?

Well, it's the sign of the

Deathly Hallows, of course.

- The what?

- The what?

The Deathly Hallows.

I assume you're all familiar with

"The Tale of the Three Brothers."

- Yes.

- No.

I have it in here.

"There were once

three brothers...

...who were traveling along a

lonely, winding road at twilight."

Midnight. Mom always

said "midnight."

But "twilight's" fine.

Better, actually.

Do you want to read it?

No. It's fine.

"There were once

three brothers...

...who were traveling along a lonely,

winding road at twilight.

In time, the brothers reached

a river too treacherous to pass.

But being learned in

the magical arts...

...the three brothers simply

waved their wands and made a bridge.

Before they could cross, however...

...they found their path

blocked by a hooded figure.

It was Death,

and he felt cheated.

Cheated because travelers would

normally drown in the river.

But Death was cunning.

He pretended to congratulate

the three brothers on their magic...

...and said that each had earned a prize for

having been clever enough to evade him.

The oldest asked for a wand

more powerful than any in existence.

So Death fashioned him one

from an elder tree that stood nearby.

The second brother decided he wanted

to humiliate Death even further...

...and asked for the power to

recall loved ones from the grave.

So Death plucked a stone from

the river and offered it to him.

Finally, Death turned

to the third brother.

A humble man...

...he asked for something that would

allow him to go forth from that place...

...without being followed by Death.

And so it was that Death reluctantly

handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.

The first brother traveled

to a distant village...

...where, with the

Elder Wand in hand...

...he killed a wizard with

whom he had once quarreled.

Drunk with the power that

the Elder Wand had given him...

...he bragged of his invincibility.

But that night, another

wizard stole the wand...

...and slit the brother's

throat for good measure.

And so Death took the

first brother for his own.

The second brother

journeyed to his home...

...where he took the stone

and turned it thrice in hand.

To his delight, the girl he'd once hoped

to marry before her untimely death...

...appeared before him.

Yet, soon she turned sad and cold

for she did not belong in the mortal world.

Driven mad with

hopeless longing...

...the second brother killed

himself so as to join her.

And so Death took

the second brother.

As for the third brother...

...Death searched for many years

but was never able to find him.

Only when he attained a great

age did the youngest brother...

...shed the Cloak of Invisibility

and give it to his son.

He then greeted Death as an

old friend and went with him gladly...

...departing this life as equals."

So there you are.

Those are the Deathly Hallows.

I'm sorry, sir. I still

don't quite understand.

Where's that pen I had?

The Elder Wand.

The most powerful

wand ever made.

The Resurrection Stone.

The Cloak of Invisibility.

Together, they make

the Deathly Hallows.

Together, they make

one master of Death.

That mark was on a grave

in Godric's Hollow.

Uh, Mr. Lovegood,

does the Peverell Family...

...have anything to do

with the Deathly Hallows?

Uh-- Uh--

Ignotus-- Excuse me. --and his

brothers, Cadmus and Antioch...

...are thought to be the original

owners of the Hallows...

...and therefore the inspiration

for the story. Uh-- Uh--

But your tea's gone cold.

I'll be right back.

Let's go down here.

Let's get out of here.

I'm not drinking any more

of that stuff, hot or cold.

Thank you, sir.

- You forgot the water.

- Water?

For the tea.

Did--? Did I?

How silly of me.

It's no matter. We really

should be going anyway.

No, you can't!

Sir?

You're my only hope.

They were angry, you see,

about what I'd been writing.

So they took her.

They took my Luna.

My Luna.

But it's really you they want.

Who took her, sir?

Voldemort.

Stop! I've got him!

That treacherous little bleeder.

Is there no one we can trust?

They kidnapped her

because he supported me.

He was just desperate.

I'll do the enchantments.

Hello, beautiful.

Well, don't hang

about, snatch them.

Harry.

Tell me, Grindelwald.

Tell me where it is.

Grindelwald. Grindelwald.

Grindelwald.

Hello, Tom. I knew you

would come one day...

...but surely you must know

I no longer have what you seek.

- Tell me, Grindelwald. Tell me where it is.

- Ha-ha-ha.

Tell me who possesses it.

The Elder Wand lies

with him, of course...

...buried in the earth.

Dumbledore.

The Hallows exist...

...but he's only after one of them,

the last one. He knows where it is.

He's gonna have it by the end of the night.

You-Know-Who's found the Elder Wand.

- Don't touch her. Unh!

- Leave him.

Your boyfriend will

get worse than that...

Get off me.

...if he doesn't learn

to behave himself.

What happened to you, ugly?

No, not you.

- What's your name?

- Dudley. Vernon Dudley.

Check it.

And you, my lovely...

...what do they call you?

Penelope Clearwater,

half-blood.

There's no Vernon

Dudley on here.

Did you hear that, ugly?

The list says you're lying.

How come you don't want

us to know who you are?

The list's wrong.

I told you who I am.

Change of plan.

We're not taking this

lot to the Ministry.

Get Draco.

Well?

- I can't be sure.

- Draco. Look closely, son.

If we are the ones to hand

Potter over to the Dark Lord...

...everything would be forgiven.

All would be as it was, you understand?

Now, we won't be forgetting who

actually caught him, I hope, Mr. Malfoy.

You dare to talk to me like

that in my own house?

Lucius.

Don't be shy, sweetie.

Come over.

Now, if this isn't who we think it is,

Draco, and we call him, he'll kill us all.

We need to be absolutely sure.

What's wrong with his face?

Yes, what is wrong with his face?

He came to us like that.

Something he picked up

in the forest, I reckon.

Or ran into a Stinging Jinx.

Was it you, dearie?

Give me her wand. We'll see

what her last spell was.

Ah. Got you.

What is that?

Where'd you get that from?

It was in her bag when we

searched her. Reckon it's mine now.

Are you mad?

Go! Get out!

Cissy, put the boys

in the cellar.

I want to have a little conversation

with this one, girl-to-girl.

What are we gonna do? We can't

leave Hermione alone with her.

Ron?

Harry?

Luna?

That sword is meant to be in my vault

at Gringotts. How did you get it?

What else did you and your

friends take from my vault?!

I didn't take anything. Please.

I didn't take anything.

I don't believe it.

We have to do something.

There's no way out of here.

We've tried everything. It's enchanted.

- Please! please!

- Shut up!

You're bleeding, Harry.

That's a curious thing

to keep in your sock.

Help us.

- Let her go.

- Shut up. Get back.

You, goblin, come with me.

- Aah!

- Dobby?

What are you doing here?

Dobby has come to rescue

Harry Potter, of course.

Dobby will always be

there for Harry Potter.

You can Apparate in and out of this

room? Could you take us with you?

Of course, sir. I'm an elf.

Works for me.

Dobby, I want you to take

Luna and Mr. Ollivander--

Shell Cottage on the

outskirts of Tinworth.

Trust me.

Whenever you're ready, sir.

Sir? I like her very much.

Meet me at the top of

the stairs in 10 seconds.

Ow.

Who gets his wand?

I'm only going to ask you

once more, goblin.

Think very, very carefully

before you answer.

I don't know.

You don't know?

Why weren't you doing your job?

Who got into my vault?

Who stole it?

Who stole it? Well?

When I was last in your

vault, the sword was there.

Oh, well then, perhaps it

just walked out on its own then.

There is no place

safer than Gringotts.

Liar!

Consider yourself

lucky, goblin.

The same won't be

said for this one.

Like hell.

Expellliarmus!

Stupefy.

Stop!

Drop your wands.

I said, drop them!

Pick them up, Draco, now.

Well, well, well,

look what we have here.

It's Harry Potter.

He's all bright and shiny and new

again, just in time for the Dark Lord.

Call him.

Call him.

Stupefy!

Stupid elf.

- You could've killed me.

- Dobby never meant to kill.

Dobby only meant to

maim or seriously injure.

How dare you take

a witch's wand?

How dare you

defy your masters?

Dobby has no master.

Dobby is a free elf.

And Dobby has come to save

Harry Potter and his friends.

Hermione.

You're all right. We're safe.

We're all safe.

Harry Potter.

Dobby.

Dobby. No, just-- Hold on.

Hold on. Look,

just hold on, okay?

We'll fix you.

Hermione will have something.

In your bag. Hermione?

Hermione?

What is it? Help me.

Such a beautiful place...

...to be with friends.

Dobby is happy to

be with his friend...

...Harry Potter.

We should close his eyes.

Don't you think?

There.

Now he could be sleeping.

I want to bury him.

Properly. Without magic.