here are some of the scenes :
Here is some of the Quidditch scene.
RON
C’mon, Harry. We’ve got a game to
win.
CLOSE UP - QUAFFLE, as it ROCKETS into the AIR…
60 EXT. QUIDDITCH PITCH - DAY
Instantly, Slytherin snatches the Quaffle and rushes en
masse toward Gryffindor’s end, weaving and passing with
wicked skill, culminating in a vicious, slicing shot on
goal. Just when it appears it will clear the hoop, Ron
streaks out of nowhere and sends the Quaffle screaming in
the opposite direction. Ginny pauses on her broom, stunned.
GINNY
What’s gotten into him?
She glances up at Harry, circling high above and he grins.
Just then, Dean streaks by:
DEAN
Ginny! Let’s go!
Instantly, she rolls backwards, jets off and races down her
fellow Chasers. Flying in spread formation, Dean–on the
far wing–starts the Quaffle “up the line” until it lands
in Ginny’s hand. Pitching herself into a wide slide to
avoid a PAIR of WHISTLING BLUDGERS, she leans recklessly
off her broom and whips the Quaffle through the goal
untouched.
As the CROWD SCREAMS, Harry eyes the Gryffindor section,
where Luna’s LION HAT ROARS, Lavender CLAPS for Ron and
Hermione sits with her arms crossed, a look of supreme
annoyance on her face. Harry grins, jets off.
61 INT. GRYFFINDOR COMMOM ROOM - NIGHT
The room teems with students celebrating Gryffindor’s
victory. It feels like Mardi Gras. Or a mosh pit. Or a
riot. And Ron is right smack in the middle of it.
CROWD
Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!
Harry takes his backslaps on the periphery, smiling as he
sips a Butterbeer and enjoys Ron’s turn in the spotlight.
HERMIONE
Ron seems to be enjoying himself.
HARRY
Yep. Apparently it’s his lucky
day.
—
Here is the fight surrounding The Burrow.
Without hesitation, she races for the reeds.
84 EXT. REEDS (SURROUNDING BURROW) - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT
Harry careens through the marsh, reeds flashing past, then
spies Bellatrix. She GRINS, looking like a crazed wood
nymph, then flits off, her LAUGHTER mocking him. As he
pursues, FIRE SNAKES through the reeds toward him.
NEW ANGLE
Fred, George, Ron and Arthur fan out, running full-out,
their feet kicking up SPARKS as SHADOWS splinter throughout
the reeds. It’s like chasing ghosts.
NEW ANGLE(S)
Ginny, copper hair gleaming, races through the reeds.
Bellatrix leads Harry on, grinning madly.
Ginny comes dashing to a halt, chest heaving as she peers
into the smoking marsh. A HUGE FIGURE QUIVERS through a
veil of smoke. Ginny’s eyes SHIFT, see Bellatrix racing
forward through the reeds, then SHIFT back as the veil of
smoke evaporates, reveals…Greyback. Bellatrix makes an
ODD, CLICKING noise–like a signal–and Greyback edges
forward, sweeping away the reeds in front of him and
revealing…
…Harry as he pelts forward.
GINNY
No, Harry! It’s a trap!
Harry falters, looking toward Ginny’s voice and spies
Greyback. Bellatrix stops dead, wheels in her tracks and,
seeing Ginny, SHRIEKS with RAGE. Raising her wand, she
fires a BOLT of RED LIGHT which explodes in a SHOWER of
SPARKS around Ginny. Ginny fires back, then wheels away,
flashing through the reeds coming face to face with…
Greyback, sharp teeth glittering.
GREYBACK
Don’t you smell clean.
Just then, a BOLT OF BLUE bursts off Greyback’s back and he
turns, sees Harry standing several yards off. As Greyback
gives chase, Ginny pelts after and we CUT back and forth
between Harry, Ginny and the beast between them, faster and
faster, their BREATHS shortening until…
Greyback rushes into a clearing, panting, glancing about.
Just then, TWIN BOLTS of light blast from opposite sides of
the clearing and Greyback is lifted in the air, slammed to
the ground. As he regains his feet he looks into the reeds
and sees Harry and Ginny, wands poised. He grins…when
Bellatrix’s odd, CLICKING signal carries through the night
once again. Turning away, he exits.
Harry and Ginny slowly step out of the reeds, stare at each
other wordlessly. Then…Ron, Fred, George, Arthur and
Lupin come thrashing into the clearing, stop. All around
them, the reeds SMOKE, the flames dying. Across the marsh,
Bellatrix’s cackle rises briefly on the air–then all is
quiet.
HERMIONE (O.S.)
You’re lucky you weren’t killed.
85 INT. CORRIDOR/HOGWARTS CASTLE - SAME TIME - DAY
Hermione reads the Daily Prophet as she walks alongside
Harry. The HEADLINE is GLOOMY: `MORE DISAPPEARANCES.`
HERMIONE
You have to realize who you are,
Harry.
HARRY
(sharply)
I know who I am, Hermione,
alright?
(frowning)
Sorry.
HERMIONE
So tell me what Arthur said.
HARRY
If Dumbledore’s traveling places,
it’s news to the Ministry. But
get this: that night at Borgin &
Burkes? It seems Draco was
looking at a Vanishing Cabinet.
HERMIONE
What would Draco want with a
Vanishing Cabinet?
HARRY
You tell me.
Hermione frowns, pondering this. Then:
HERMIONE
He looks different, don’t you
think? Draco. Almost…ill.
HARRY
Who could tell the difference?
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LAVENDER BROWN
That’s my Won-Won.
HERMIONE
Excuse me, I have to go vomit.
As Hermione exits, Harry spies Ginny, in an alcove, sitting
by as Dean laughs with SEAMUS. Looking up, she sees Harry,
gives a feeble wave. He waves back. CUT TO:
86 INT. DUMBLEDORE’S OFFICE - NIGHT
HARRY’S FACE PLUNGING INTO WATER, BREAKING THE SURFACE…
87 INT. SLUGHORN’S OFFICE/YEARS PAST - NIGHT
We emerge from the CRACKLING EMBERS of a FIREPLACE. A much
younger–and more smartly dressed–Slughorn probes a dish
of CRYSTALLIZED PINEAPPLE as he holds court before 16-YEAR-
OLD TOM RIDDLE and five other BOYS. The CRYSTAL HOURGLASS
sits on a side table.
TOM RIDDLE
Sir, is it true that Professor
Merrythought is retiring?
Slughorn chuckles, wags a sugar-encrusted finger at Riddle.
SLUGHORN
Now, Tom, I couldn’t tell you if
I knew, could I? I must say,
m’boy, I’d like to know where you
get your informatoion. More
knowledgable than half the staff,
you are.
(as the other boys laugh)
By the way, thank you for the
pineapple–you’re quite right, it
is my favourite–how is it you
knew?
TOM RIDDLE
Intuition.
Riddle smiles but his expression suggests intuition had
nothing to do with it. Slughorn chuckles uneasily.
SLUGHORN
Good gracious, look at the time.
Off you go, boys, or Professor
Dippett will have us all in
detention. Lestrange, Avery,
don’t forget your essays…
As the others file out, Slughorn busies himself with some
papers when–Ping!–he turns, finds Riddle still there,
standing by the crystal hourglass.
SLUGHORN
Look sharp, Tom. You don’t want
to be caught out of bed after
hours…
TOM RIDDLE
I know a secret shortcut or two.
SLUGHORN
Yes, I imagine you do. Something
on your mind, Tom?
TOM RIDDLE
Yes sir. I couldn’t think of
anyone else to go to. The other
Professors, well, they’re not
like you. They
might…misunderstand.
SLUGHORN
Go on.
Riddle slips off the RING on his left hand, begins to roll
it between his fingers. It is set with a BLACK STONE.
TOM RIDDLE
I was in the library the other
night, in the Restricted section,
and I read something rather odd,
about a bit of rare magic, and I
thought perhaps you could
illuminate me…
Suddenly a DENSE FOG engulfs the room and SLUGHORN’S VOICE
twists into an ANGRY SHRIEK:
SLUGHORN
I don’t know anything about such
things and I wouldn’t tell you if
I did! Now get out of here at
once and don’t ever let me catch
you mentioning it again!
The FOG grows thicker and…
88 INT. DUMBLEDORE’S OFFICE - NIGHT
…CAMERA emerges from the swirling Pensieve. Harry blinks,
finds Dumbledore studying him from across the room.
DUMBLEDORE
Confused? I would be surprised if
you weren’t.
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