CONTENT

1. Poetry
1.1 Puffthe Magic Dragon
1.2 Going Downhill on a Bicycle
1.3 Song of the whale
1.4 The Sea
1.5 The Crocodile

2. Drama — Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

2.1 Platform 9%
2.2 Ron and Hermione
2.3 Welcome to Hogwarts
2.4 The Sorting Hat
2.5 Portions and Parcels
2.6 New Seeker
2.7 Three Headed Sentinel
2.8 Facts and Feathers
2.9 The Mountain Troll
2.10 Quidditch
2.11 Interference Overcome
2.12 Christmas Gift
2.13 Cloaked in Darkness
2.14 The Mirror of Erised
2.15 Norbert
2.16 The Forbidden Forest
2.17 Up to Something
2.18 Through the Trapdoor
2.19 Wizard's Chess
2.20 Sacrifice Play
2.21 The Man With Two Faces
2.22 Magic Touch
2.23 Mark of Love
2.24 House Cup Winner
2.25 Not Really Going Home
 Poetry
PUFF THE MAGIC DRAGON by: Leonard Lipton / Peter Yarrow

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,

Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff,

And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff.
Oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.

Pull the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail

Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puffs gigantic tail,

Noble kings and princes would bow whene er they came,

Pirate ships would lower their flag when Puff roared out his name.
Oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.

Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.

A
dragon lives forever but not so litle boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more

And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.

His Head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along cherry lane.

Without his life-long friend, Pull could not be brave,

So Puff mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave.

Oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.

Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.
With lifted feet, hands still,

1am poised, and down the hill

Dart, with the heedful mind;
The air goes by a wind.

Swifter and yet more swift,

“Till the heart with a mighty lif

Makes the lungs laugh, the throat

Cry
“
0 bird, see: see, bird, [ fly.

“Is this, is your joy?

O bird, then I, though a boy,

For a golden moment share

Your feathery life in air!”

Say, heart, is there aught like this

In a world that is full of bliss?
“Tis more than skating, bound

Steel-shod to the level ground.

Speed the slackens now, I float

Awhile in my airy boat;

“Till, when the wheels scarce crawl,

My feet to the treadles fall.

Alas, that the longest hill

Must end in a vale; but sill,

Who climbs with toil, wheresoe’er,
Shall find wings waiting there.
re Whale-
Song of the by Kit Wright
Heaving mountain in the sea,
Whale, I heard you Grieving,

Great whale, crying for your life,

Crying for your kind, I knew

How we would use

Your dying:
Lipstick for our painted faces,
Polish for our shoes.

Tumbling mountain in the sea,

Whale, I heard you

Calling
Bird high notes, keening,

Soaring:

At their edge a tiny drum

Like a heartbeat.

We would make you

Dumb.

In the forest of the sea,

Whale, I heard you

Singing.

Singing to your kind

We'll never let you be.

Instead of life we choose

Lipstick for our painted faces,

Polish for our shoes.
 The Sea — By James Reeves

The sea is a hungry dog,

Giant and grey

He rolls on the beach all day.

With his clashing teeth and shaggy jaws

Hour upon hour he gnaws

‘The rumbling, tumbling stones,

And “bones, bones, bones, bones!"

The giant sea —
dogmoans

Licking his greasy paws.

And when the night wind roars

And the moon rocks in the stormy

cloud, He bounds to his feet and souls

and sniffs, Shaking his wet sides over

the cliffs, =

But on quiet days in May or June,

When even the grasses on the dune

Play no more their recdy tune,

With his head between his paws

He lies on the sandy shores,

So quiet, so quiet, he scarcelysnores.
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The Crocodile gy Roald Dahl

“No animal is halfas vile

As Crocky ~ Wock, the crocodile.
On Saturdays he likes to crunch

Six juicy children for his Lunch,

And he especially enjoys

He smears the boys (to make them hot)

With mustard from the mustard pot

But mustard doesn't

do with girls,

It tastes all wrong with plaits and curls

With them, what goes extremely well

Is butterscotch and caramel.
y
It's such a super marvellous treat

om When boys arc hot and girls are sweet,

Atleast that's Crocky’s point of view

He ought
to know. He's had a few.

“That's all for now. It's time for bed.

Lie down and rest your sleepy head.

Ssh! Listen! What is that I hear,

Galumphing softly up the stairs?

Go lock the door and fetch my gun!

Go on child, hurry! Quickly run!

No stop! Stand back! He's coming in!

Oh, look, that greasy greenish skin!

‘The shining teeth, the greedy smile! It's

Crocky — Wock, the Crocodile!
 Drama
Harry Porter and the Philosopher’s
Stone Platform 9%
[At King's Cross Station, up on a crossing bridge, Harry, with his cart of his baggage,
equipment and Hedwig, walks beside Hugrid. A couple look at Hagrid, suspiciously]
Hagrid: What're you looking at? Blimey, is that the time? Sorry, Harry, I'm gonna have to
Ieave you. Dumbledore will be wanting his, uh... well, he'll be wanting to see me. Now, uh,
your train leaves in 10 minutes. Here's your ticket. Stick to it, Harry, that's very important,
Stick to your ticket.

Harry: "Platform 9%?" But, Hagrid, there must be a mistake. This says Platform 9%. There's
no such thing, is there?
Man: Sorry.

Harry: Excuse me, excuse me.

Guard: Right on your left, madam.

Harry: Excuse me, sir. Can you tell me where I might find Platform 9%?
Guard: 9%? Think you're being funny. do ya? "9%."

[Harry then notices a woman, daughter, and four boys walk by, pushing carts.|
Mrs. Weasley: If's the same year after year. Always packed with Muggles, of course.

Harry: Muggles?

Mrs. Weasley: Come on. Platform 9% this way! All right, Percy, you first,

[A tall boy with

red hair, called Percy, comes forward and runs towards a brick wall.
Amazingly, he disappearsright into it. Harry
is amazed.
Mis. Weasley: Fred, you next.

George: He's not Fred, I am!

Fred: Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother,

Mrs. Weasley: Oh, I'm sorry, George.

Fred: I'm only joking. |

am Fred.
Harry: Excuse me! C-could you tell me how to...?
Mrs. Weasley: How to get on the platform? Yes. not to worry, dear, It's Ron's first time to
Hogwarts as well. Now, al you've got to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9
and 10. Best do it at a bit of
a run if you're nervous.

Ginny: Good luck.

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[Harry takes a breath and runs at the wall. He shuts his eyes and emerges on the other side
a magnificent station at Platform 9% with a red train, which is the Hogwarts Express, and
bundles of people. whistle blows, and Harry sighs with relief]
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Ron and Hermione

[Later on, the Hogwarts Express is travelling through the countryside. Harry is in sitting
alone in a train compartment, and Ron appears in the doorway.]
Ron: Excuse me, do you mind? Everywhere else is full.

Harry: Not at all.

Ron: I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley.

Harry: I'm Harry. Harry Potter.
Ron: So-50 it's true! mean, do you really have the... the...?

Harry: The what?

Ron: The scar?

Harry: Oh. [Harry lifts up his hair bangs to reveal the scar on his forehead]

Ron: Wicked!

Woman: Anything off the trolley, dears?

Ron: No, thanks, Im all set.

Harry: We'll take the lot!

Ron: Whoa!

[Abit later, Harry and Ron are not sitting together eating bundles of sweets. Ron's rat,
Scabbers, is perched on Ron's knee, a box over his head]

Harry: Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans?

Ron: They mean every flavour! There's chocolate and peppermint, and there's alo spinach,
liver and tripe. George sweared he got a bogey-flavoured one once!

Harry: These aren't real frogs, are they?

Ron: It's just a spell. Besides, i's the cards you want. Each pack's got a famous witch or
wizard. I got about 500 meself. Watch it! Oh, thats rotten luck. They've only got one good
jump in them to begin with.
Harry: I've got Dumbledore!

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Ron: I got about six of him.

Harry: Hey, he's gone!

Ron: Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day, can you? This is Scabbers, by the
‘way. Pathetic, isn't he?

Harry: Just a litte bit.

Ron: Fred gave me a spell as to turn him yellow. Want to see?
Harry: Yeah!
Ron: Ahem. Sun-

[A girl called Hermione Granger, with bushy brown hair, dressed in robes, appears at the
doorway.]
Hermione: Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one.
Ron: No.

Hermione: Ob, are you doing magic? Let's see then.

Ron: Sunshine, daises. butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!

Hermione: Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, its not very good, is it? Of course, I've only
tried a few simple ones myself, but they've all worked for me. For example... Oculus Reparo.
“That's better, isn't it? Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger. And you
are..?
Ron; I'm Ron Weasley.

Hermione: Pleasure. You two better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon.
You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know? Just there.

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‘Welcome to Hogwarts

[It is nighttime at Hogsmeade station, the train blows its whistle and pulls into outside the
station. Hagrid walks along the side aisle, with lantern. People, in their robes, begin
pouring out of the train]
Hagrid: Right, then! t years! This way, please! Come on, now, don't be shy! Come on
now, hurry up!

Hagrid: Hello, Harry

Harry: Hey, Hagrid.

Ron: Whoaa!

Hagrid: Right then. This way to the boats! Come on, now, follow me.

[Later, a large number of boats are plugging across a vast lake, where up ahead there is
a huge castle, known as the Hogwarts Castle, can be seen, People are in awe.]
Ron: Wicked.

[They continue on further towards the castle. Later on, the first-year students walk in
the castle, and up the staircase. As the camera pans, we see on a higher level, Professor
McGonagall is waiting. She taps her fingers on a stone railing, and then goes to the top
of the stairs to greet the newcomers.)

McGonagall: Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these
doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your scats, you must be sorted into
your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now while you're
here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will eam you points. Any rule
breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is
awarded the house cup.

[A scared looking boy called Neville Longbottom, spots his toad sitting near
McGonagall. He jumps forward.)
Neville: Trevor! Sorry.

McGonagall: The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily

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 [A young evil looking boy, with short blonde hair, called Draco Malfoy, speaks
up.]

Draco: I's true then, what they're

saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.
This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm
Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Think my name's funny, do
Tve no need to ask yours. Red hair, and you?
a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley.
You'll soon find that some wizarding families
are better than others, Potter. You don't want to
go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help
you there.
Harry: I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks,

McGonagall: We're ready for you now. Follow me.

The Sorting
Hat
[Professor McGonagall leads everyone through two large doors which
Hall, where there are four long tables with thousands of go to the Great
students, as well as floating
candles. The roof appears to be the sky.|

Hermione: Its not real, the ceiling. Is just bewitched to look like the night sky. T
read about
itin Hogwarts: A History.
McGonagall: Allright, will you wait along here, please? Now, before
we begin, Professor
Dumbledore would like to say a few words.
Dumbledore: 1 have a few start-of-term notices I wish to
announce. The first years, please
note that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students.
Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch,
has asked me to remind
you that the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of
bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most
painful death. Thank you.
McGonagall: When I call your name, you will come forth. shall
place the sorting hat on
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your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger,
Hermione: Oh, no. Okay, relax.

Ron: Mental, that one, I'm telling you.

Sorting Hat: Ah, right then... hmm... right. Okay. Gryffindor!

McGonagall: Draco Malfoy.

Sorting Hat: Slytherin!

Ron: There isn't a witch or wizard who went bad who
wasn't in Slytherin.
McGonagall: Susan Bones.

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[A small redhead, named Susan Bones, walks up to the Sorting Hat. Harry looks around
and notices black greasy haired, pale man, called Severus Snape, giving him sinister
looks, His scar hurts.]

Harry: Ahh!

Ron: Harry, what is it?

Harty: Nothing. Nothing, Tm fine.

Sorting Hat: Let's see... 1

know! Hufflepuff

McGonagall: Ronald Weasley.

Sorting Hat: Ha! Another Weasley. T
know just what to do with you. Gryffindor!

McGonagall: Harry Potter.

Sorting Hat: Hmm... difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either.
‘There's talent, oh, yes. And a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you?

Harry: Not Slytherin, not Slytherin!

Sorting Hat: Not Slytherin, ch? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. If
all here, in
your head. And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness! There's no doubt abou that.
No?

Harry Please, not Slytherin... anything but Slytherin.

Sorting Hat: Well, if you're sure. Better be... GRYFFINDOR!

[There is an immense cheering and Harry gets sent to the Gryffindor table.)
Fred and George: We got Potter! We got Potter!

Potions and Parcels

[It is morning at Hogwarts, and Harry and Ron are running in the corridors because
they're late for Transfiguration class. In the class, a tabby cat is sitting on a desk. Harry
and Row rush in; Hermione rolls her eyes in annoyance because they're late for class.

Ron: Whew! Made it! Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?

[The cat jumps off the desk and transforms into Professor McGonagall, on screen for
the first time. The two boys are amazed.|
Ron: That was bloody brilliant!
McGonagall: Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps, itd be more useful | if
were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch. That way, one of you might
be on time,

Harry: We got lost.

McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats.
[Later on, inside Snape's potions classroom, the students are chattering, sitting near steaming
cauldrons. The door slams open and Snape comes rushing in.)

Harry: Clearly, Hermione knows. Seems a pity not to ask her.

Snape: Silence. Put your hand down. you silly girl. For your information, Potter, asphodel
and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living
Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most
poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the
name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying this down? And Gryffindors, note that
five points will be taken from your house... for your classmate's cheek.

[Harry stares at Snape, knowing that he shows dislike for the boy. In the great hall,
around midday. The students are all doing their homework. Seamus is trying a spell on
a cup]

Seamus: Eye of rabbit, harp string hum. Turn this water, into rum. Eye of rabbit, harp string
hum,

Harry: What's Seamus trying to do to that glass ofwater?

Ron: Tum it into rum. Actually, managed a weak tea yesterday, before-

[Ron was cut off when a mighty flash occurs. We now see that the cup has exploded and
Seamus is left charred. Several students laugh at this as Hermione fans away the smoke
with her hand. Suddenly, a flock of ows start coming into the hall
above.) from
the rafters

Ron: Ah. Mail's here!

Harry: Can I borrow this? Thanks.

Dean: Hey, look! Neville's got a Remembrall!

Hermione: T've read about those. When the smoke turns red, it means you've forgotten
something,
Neville: The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten.

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Harry: Hey, Ron! Somebody broke into Gringo. Listen. [h "Believed to be the work of dark
witches or wizards unknown, Gringotts goblins. while acknowledging the breach, insist that
nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, had in fact been emptied carlicr that
same day." That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to.

New Seeker
[That afternoon, outside the castle, the students, Gryffindor and Slytherin, are lined up in
two rows with brooms by their sides. The teacher, Madam Hooch, comes down the line.
She has short hair and hawk yellow eyes.]

Hooch: Good afternoon, class.

Class: Good afternoon, Madam Hooch.

‘Hooch: Good afternoon, Amanda, good afternoon. [to the class] Welcome to your first flying
lesson. Well, what arc you waiting for? Everyone steps up to the left side of their broomstick.
Come on now, hurry up. Stick
your right hand over the broom and say, "Up."
Class: Up!

[After Harry said "Up", the broom immediately flies into his hand.|

Harry: Wow!

Draco: Up!

Ron: Up. Up!

Hooch: With feeling!

Hermione: Up. Up. Up. Up.

Ron: Up!! Ooh! Shut up, Harry.

Hooch: Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you
to mount it. And grip it tight,
‘you don't want 10 be sliding off the end. When blow my whistle, | want each of you to kick
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of from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for moment, then lean forward
a

slightly and touch back down. On my whistle. 3, 2...

[She blows the whistle. However, Neville's broomstick somehow lifts him off the ground.
Neville immediately lifts off. He looks quite frightened.]
Neville: Oh.

Hooch: Mr. Longbottom.

Girl: Neville, what are you doing?

Students: Neville... Neville...

Boy: We're not supposed to take off, yet

1”
Hooch: M-M-M-Mr. Longb-!
Neville: AHH!

Hooch: Mr. Longbottom!

Neville: Down! Down! Ahhhh!

Harry: Neville!
Neville: Help!!!

Hooch: Come back down this instant!

Neville: AHH!

[He flies uncontrollably in the air and hits a wall, conking along it and then swooping
off. All the while, he is screaming. He begins to zoom back towards the group of
students. Hooch quickly holds out her wand to stop him.]

Neville: Help!

Hooch: Mr. Longbottom!

Neville: Ahhhh! Whoa! Ahlih! Oh. Ah... help! [He wavers, then the cloak rips through the
spear, and he falls. But his cloak catches on torch, making Neville slip off from his cloak a
a

second later and fell to the ground. Ow!

]

Hooch: Everyone out of the way! Come on, get up.

Hermione: Is he alright?
Neville: Ow, ow, ow, ow.
Hooch: Oh, oh, oh, oh dear, It's a broken wrist. Teh, teh, teh, Poor boy. Came on now, up you
get. Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while | take Mr. Longbottom to the
If
hospital wing. Understand? I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find
themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch.
Draco: Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have
remembered to fall on his fat arise.

Harry: Give it here, Malfoy.

Draco: No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find. How about on the roof?
‘What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?

Hermione: Harry, no way! You heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, you don't even
know how to fly. What an idiot.

Harry: Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!
Draco: Is that so? Have it your way, then.

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 [Draco hurls the Remembrall into the air, like a baseball. Harry zooms after the ball,
speeding towards a tower. Just as he is about to hit a window, from which McGonagall
is working, he catches it. McGonagall notices this and looks surprised as Harry begins
to fly back down to the grounds. The students all cheer as Harry lands back on the
ground at ease. They run to see him.]

Boy: Nice going, Harry!

Boy 2: Oh, that was wicked, Harry!

McGonagall: Harry Potter! Follow me
[McGonagall and Harry arrive outside of Professor Quirrell's classroom. He is inside
teaching, holding an iguana.]
Quirrell: An iguana s-such as this is...
McGonagall: You wait here.
Quirrell: ...an essential in-gredient.

MeGonagall: Professor Quirrell, excuse me, excuse me. Could I borrow Wood for a moment,
please?
Quirrell: Oh, y-yes, of course. And the vampire b-bat...

McGonagall: Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, 1

have found you a Secker!

Nick: Have you heard? Harry Potter's the new Gryffindor Seeker. I always knew he'd do well.
Re ecker? But first years never make their house teams! You must be the youngest
Quidditch player in...
Harry: A century, according to McGonagall
[Fred and George approach and walk along with Ron and Harry.]
Fred: Hey, well done, Harry, Wood's just told us!

Ron: Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters.

George: Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any
promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch.
Fred: Brutal. But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally.

George: But they'll turn up in a month or two!

Ron: Oh, go on, Harry. Quidditch is great. Best game there is! And you'll be great, too!

[Hermione, knowing what Harry is talking about, jumps up from her work and comes
10 join them]

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Harry: But I've never even played Quidditch. What if make a fool of myself?
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Hermione: You won't make 4 fool of yourself. Its in your blood.

[Later, the three approach a trophy case. Hermione points at a plague of Quidditch
players. One lists Harry's father as a Seeker.]
Ron: Whoa. Harry, you never told me your father was a Secker, too.

Harry: 1 didn't know.

Three-Headed Sentinel
[The three are walking up a staircase in the Grand Staircase
Hermione looks, but continues walking]
tower.
A railing pulls in,

Ron: I'm telling you, it's spooky. She knows more about you than you do.

Harry: Who doesnt?

Ron: Ahh!

Harry: What's happening?

Hermione: The staircases change, remember?

Harry: Let's go this way.

Ron: Before the staircase moves again.

Harry: Does anyone feel like we shouldn't be here?

‘Hermione: We're not supposed to be here. This is the 3rd floor. It's forbidden.

(Suddenly, a flame lights on a tall stone support. At that moment, Filch's cat, Mrs.
Norris, comes running in and meows. The group jumps.]

Harry: Let's go.

[Mss. Norris meows]

Hermione: It's Filch's cat!

Harry: Run!

[The trio run through the corridor, flames are lit up on the stone supports, one by one,
as they run past. They get to the end of the corridor, to a door.]
Harry: Quick! Let's hide through that door!
 Harry: I's locked!
Ron; That's it! We're done for!

Hermione: Oh, move over! Alohomora. Get in.

Ron: Alohomora?

Hermione: Standard Book of Spells, Chapter 7.

Filch: Anyone here, my sweet? ] Come on

Hermione: Filch is gone,

Ron: Probably thinks this door's locked.

Hermione: It was locked.

Harry: And for good reason

All: AHHHHHHH!

[They return to the Gryffindor Common Room. They are breathless.]

Ron: What do they think they're doing? Keeping a

thing like that locked up in a school,
Hermione: You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't
you see what it was standing on?
Ron: | wasn't looking at is feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didnt
notice. There were three!

Hermione: It was standing on a trapdoor. Which means it wasn't there

by accident. Its
guarding something.
Harty: Guarding something?

Hermione: That’ right. Now, if you two don't mind, I'm

going to bed before either of you
come up with another clever idea to get us killed. Or worse, expelled.
Ron: She needs to sort out her prioritie

Facts and Feathers

[Outside in the courtyard, day time. Oliver and Harry
appear, carrying a trunk. They put it
down.

Oliver: Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each

time has seven players. Three Chasers,
two Beaters, one Keeper and a Seeker. That's you. There
are three kinds of balls. This one's
called the Quaffie. Now, the chasers handle the Quaffle and
try to put it through one ofthose
three hoops. The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. With
me so far?
Harry: I think so. What are those?

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Oliver: You better take this. Careful now, it's coming back. Not bad, Potter. You'd make a
fair Beater. Uh-oh.

Harry: What was

Oliver: Bludger. Nasty

that?!
litle buggers. But you are a Seeker. And the only thing I want you to
worry about is this. The Golden Snitch.

Harry: 1 like this ball.

Oliver; Ah, you like it now. Just wait. Its wicked fast and damn near impossible fo see.

Harry: What do do with it?

Oliver: You catch it. Before the other team's Seeker. You catch this, the game is over. You
catch this, Potter, and we win.

[The ball flutters out two delicate wings and jumps into the air. Harry keeps an cye on
it]

Harry: Whoa!
[In Professor Flitwick's class. Filtwick is very short, and is standing on a bunch of books
to make up for his stature and to see his class.]

Flitwick: One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation, or the ability to make
objects fly. Uh, do you have your feathers? Good. Now, ub, don't forget the nice wrist
movement we've been practicing. Hmm? The swish and flick. Everyone.
All (including Flitwick): The swish and flick.

Flitwick: Good. Oh, and cnunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go, then.

[The class begin to enunciate and doing the movements on their feathers]

Draco: Wingardium Levio-saaa.

All: Wingardium Leviosa.

Ron: ingardrium Leviosar!

Hermione: No, stop, stop, stop! Y ou're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're
saying it wrong. Its Levi-o-sa. not Leviosar.
Ron: You do it, then, if you're so clever. Go on, go on.
Hermione: Wingardium Leviosa.
Flitwick: Ob, well done! See here, everyone, Miss Granger's done it! Oh, splendid!

Seamus: Wingard Leviosa, Wingar-

Flitwick: Well done, dear.

Flitwick: Whooaaa! Ooh.

Harry: I think we're going lo need another feather over here, Professor.
[Neville, Harry. Ron and Seamus are walking through a courtyard with other students all
around]
Ron: "Its
Levioooosa, not Leviosaaaar.” She's a nightmare, honestly! No wonder she hasn't
got any friends!
Harry: 1 think she heard you.

The Mountain Troll

[That Halloween night, the great hall has floating Jack O'Lanterns in place of the candles.
Harry notices an empty spot on the bench.]

Harry: Where's Hermione?

Neville: Parvati Patil said that she wouldn't come out of the girl's bathroom. She said that
shed been in there all afternoon, crying.
[Harry glances at Ron with a disapproving look on his face; Ron shrugs. Suddenly,
Professor Quirrell comes running into the Great Hall in panic.]
Quirrell: TROLL! IN THE DUNGEON! T-TROOLLL IN THE DUNGEON! Thought you
ought to know.
‘Dumbledore: SILLLLLEEENNNNCEEEEE! Everyone will please not panic! Now, prefects
‘willlead their house back to the dormitories. Teachers will follow me to the dungeons:
Girl: Hufflepuff, this way!

Boy: Stay together!

Perey: Gryffindors, keep up, please, and stay alert!

Harry: How could a troll get in?

Ron: Not on its own, Trolls are really stupid. Probably people playing jokes. What?

Harry: Hermione! She doesn't know!

[The two separate themselves from the crowd. They run down corridors. They start
running down a hall when they stop because there's a grunting noise coming from a
large shadow on the wall.|
Ron: I think the trolls left the dungeon!
Harry: Its going into the girl's bathroom!
[In the girl's bathroom, Hermione emerges from a stall, wiping her eyes. She stops when
she sees something. The troll is standing there. Hermione backs up into the stall just as
the troll raises its club and smashes the top part of the stalls. Hermione screams in
terror. Harry and Ron come bursting in.|

Harry: Hermione, move!

Hermione: Help! Help!

Ron: Hey, pea brain!

Hermione: Help!

Harry: Whoa!
Ron: Ew!

[Ron and Hermione were disgusted by Harrys wand in the troll’s nose. The troll snorts,
and whips around.|

Harry: Whoa, whoa-whoa!

Harry; Do something!
Ron: What?

Harry: Anything! Hurry up!

Hermione: Swish and flick!
Ron: Wingardium Leviosa! Cool.
Hermione: Is it dead?

Harry: 1 don't think so. Just knocked out. [He grabs his wand which is covered in mucus.]
Ugh! Troll bogies.

[Harry wipes his wand on his robes. Suddenly, McGonagall, Snape and Quirrell come
rushing in. They all gasp at the knocked-out troll]

McGonagall: Oh! Oh, my goodness! Explain yourselves, both of you!

Ron and Harry: Well, what itis...
Hermione: It's my fault, Professor McGonagall

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McGonagall: Miss Granger?
Hermione: went looking for the troll. I'd read about them and thought I could handle it. But
I
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was wrong. If Harry and Ron hadn't come and found me, I'd probably be dead.

McGonagall: Be that as it may, it was an extremely foolish thing to do. I would've expected
more rational behavior on your part and am very disappointed in you, Miss Granger. Five
‘points will be taken from Gryffindor for your serious lack of judgment. As for you two
gentlemen, I just hope you realize how fortunate you are. Not many first-year students could
take on a fully-grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. Five points will be awarded to
cach of you. ... for sheer dumb luck.

Quirrell: Perhaps you ought to go. It m-might wake up. Heh. Ah! Hehe....

Quidditch
[The next morning, in the great hall. The gang is sitting, eating. Harry is twirling his
food on a fork]
Ron: Take a bit of toast, mate, go on.
Hermione: Ron's right, Harry. You're gonna need your strength today.

Harry: I'm not hungry

Snape: Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a
little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you. Even if it is against Slytherin.

Harry: That explains the blood.

Hermione: Blood?

Harry: Listen, Jast night, I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could try and
get past that 3 headed dog. But, he got himself bitten, that's why he's limping.
Hermione: But why would anyone go near that dog?

Haury: The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults. He said it
was Hogwarts’ business, very secret
Hermione: So, you're saying...

Harry: That's what the dog's guarding. That's what Snape wants,

Hermione: Bit early for mail, isn't it?

Harry: But I...I never get mail.

Ron: Let's open it.

Harry: Its a broomstick!

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Ron: That's not just any broomstick, Harry. It's a Nimbus 2000!

Harry: But who...?

[He notices Professor McGonagall up at the head table, stroking Hedwig, She smiles
and Harry nods.] [Later on, inside a Quidditch tower, the Gryffindor team is marching
toward the starting gate. They reach it and stop, behind a closed double door.]

Oliver: Scared, Harry?

Harry: A little.
Oliver: That's all ight. T
felt the same way before my first game.

Harry: What happened?

Oliver: Er, T don't really remember. I
took a Bludger to the head two minutes in. Woke up in
the hospital a week later.

[Harry gulps and looks straight ahead as the doors open. They mount their brooms and
Zoom out onto the enormous pitch. There is cheering. Lee Jordan, the Quidditch
commentator is announcing from a tower.]

Lee: Hello! And welcome

to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game ofthe season! Today's game,
Slytherin vs. Gryffindor!
Neville: Gryffindor!

[The players take their positions in the air in a circle. Harry weaves in, highest amongst.
He looks down.]

Lee: The players take their positions as Madam Hooch steps out onto the field to begin the
game!

Hooch: Now, I
wanta nice, clean game from all of you!
Lee: The Bludgers are up, followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the Snitch is worth 150
points. The Secker who catches the Snitch ends the game.

[The Snitch zooms around each Seeker's head, then disappears. Hooch grabs the
Quatlle.]

Lee: The Quaffie is released and the game begins!

(Gryffindor takes possession of the ball and chaser, Angelia Johnson, zooms past the
Slytherins towards their goal, and throws the ball, and scores! There is a ding.]
Lee: Angelina Johnson scores! 10 points for Gryffindor!

Harry: Yes! Whoa!

{In the stands, Gryffindor cheers.|

Hagrid: Well done!

Lee: Slytherin takes possession of the Quaffle. Bletchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint.
[Flint dodges people and throws for the Gryffindor hoops. Oliver appears and whacks
the ball away with his broom. He smirks at Flint, who glares. Johnson and Katie Bell
pass the Quallle back and forth as they strategize to score. Johnson takes it, throws, and
onee again scores!|

Ron and Seamus: Yay!

Harry: Yes!

Lee: Another 10 points to Gryffindor!

Gryffindors: Yay!

[The Slytherins decide to get messy. They dodge, kick, and try to score. Once again,
Oliver blocks.]

Flint: Give me that!

[This causes the entire audience to boo; Harry is visibly upset as the Slytherins laugh.
‘The Slytherin members head off, One jumps over George (or Fred) and scores. Lee
adds 10 points in the plaque with Slytherin's name. Harry is upset again. Slytherin
cheers.]

Flint: Take that side!

[They box Johnson in and sent her into the capes covering one of the towers. She falls
down in and is out. The crowd boos. Slytherin scores once again.|

Interference Overcome
Suddenly, Harry sees the Snitch. He starts to head off after it and then suddenly his
broom starts bucking and turning.

Harry: Whoa! Whooa!

Hagrid: What's going on with Harry's broomstick?

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Hermione: Its Snape! He's jinxing the broom!
Ron: Jinxing the broom? What do we do?

Hermione: Leave it to me.

Ron: Come on, Hermione!

[Hermione is hurrying up in the tower structures. She appears underneath Snape and
touches his cloak with her wand.|

Hermione: Lacarnum Inflamarae.

[A spark ignites and Snape's cloak catches fire. Hermione quickly leaves.

Man: Fire! You're on fire!

Snape: What? Oh! [knocks the man back, who falls into Quirrell, who then also falls.
Snape bats out the fire and acts as though nothing happened. The broom stops bucking,
and Harry climbs back on. The Slytherin seeker is after the Snitch. Harry takes off.|
Ron: Go!

Hagrid: Go, go, go!

[Harry rams the Slytherin Seeker, then is butted out. He returns, smashing the Secker
again as the Snitch dives. The boys follow, but they approach the ground quickly. The
Slytherin Seeker backs out, and Harry pulls up his broom as he follows the Snitch, feet
above the ground, Harry stands up, and steps forward, trying to grab the ball. He goes
too far, and topples off the broom with a yelp, tumbling on the ground. He gets up and
Iurches. The crowd gasps. Hermione appears beside a tower to see.]

Hagrid: Looks like he's gonna be sick!

Lee: He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!

Hooch: Gryffindor wins!

Draco: No!

Hagrid: Yes!
Hermione: Whoo-hoo!

Crowd: Go, go, Gryffindor! Go, go, Gryffindor! Go, go. Gryffindor! Go, go, Gryffindor!

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Christmas Gift
[Harry, Hermione and Ron are walking along a path with Hagrid, talking |
Hagrid: Nonsense! Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?

Harry: Who knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween?

Hagrid: Who told you about Fluffy?

Ron: Fluffy?

Hermione: That thing has a name?

Hagrid: Well, of course he's got a name. He's mine. | bought him off
an Irish feller I met
down at the pub last year. Then 1 lent him to Dumbledore to guard the...

Harry: Yes?
Hagrid: Shouldn't have said that. No more questions! Don't ask any more questions, That's
top secret, that is.
Harry: But, Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snape's trying to steal it.

Hagrid: Codswallop. Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher.

Hermione: Hogwarts teacher or not, 1 know a spell whenI see one. I've read all about them.
You've got to keep eye contact and Snape wasn't blinking,

Haury: Exactly.

Hagrid: Now, you listen to me, all three of yeh. Yer meddling in things that ought not to be
meddled in. Its dangerous. What that dog is guarding is strictly between Professor
Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel.

Harry: Nicholas Flame?

Hagrid: | shouldn't have said that. I
should not havesaid that.

[He then leaves, mumbling to himself I should have not said that"]
Harry: Nicholas Flamel. Who's Nicholas Flamel?

Hermione: I don't know.

[It is now Christmas at Hogwarts, with snow falling. Hagrid is dragging a massive
Christmas tree to the castle. Hermione walks to the Great Hall entrance with her
luggage and wearing a scarf as the ghosts are singing Christmas songs.|

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Ghosts: Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. Ring the Hogwart bell. Merry Christmas. Merry
Christmas.

[Hermione looks from the massive Christmas tree as Flitwick uses his wand to put
another ornament on the tree to Harry and Ron as they play Chess and walks towards
them.]

Harry: Knight to ESRon: Queen to ES.

Hermione: That's totally barbaric!

Ron; That's wizards chess. I see you've packed.
Hermione: I see you haven't.
Ron: Change of plans, my parents decided to go to Romania to visit my brother, Charlic. He's
studying dragons there.
Hermione: Good. You can help Harry. then. He's going to go and look in the library for
information on Nicholas Flamel.
Ron: We've looked a hundred times!

Hermione: Not in the restricted section. Happy Christmas.

Ron: I think we've had a bad influence on her.

[itis now Christmas morning. Ron is waking Harry up]

Ron: Harry, wake up! Come on, Harry, wake up!

Ron: Happy Christmas, Harry.

Harry: Happy Christmas, Ron. What are you wearing?

Ron: Oh. My mum made it. It looks like you've got one too.

Harry: I-I've got presents?

Ron: Yeah!

[Harry runs down the staircase to see his presents]

Ron: There they are.

[Harry sees a note on the present and opens it, reading it out]

Harry: "Your father left this in my possession before he died. I is time it was returned to you.
Use it well.”

[Harry then proceeds to apen the remaining of his present. He pulls out a blanket-like
object]

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Ron: What is it?

Harry: It's some kind of cloak.

Ron: Well, lets sce, then. Put it on

[Harry then wraps the cloak around his shoulders, making his body invisible]

Ron: Whoa!

Harry: My body's gone!

Ron: | know what that is. That's an invisibility cloak!

Harry: I'm invisible?

Ron: They're really rare. T
wonder who gave it to you.

Harry: There was no name. It just said, "Use it well."

Cloaked In Darkness
[Late that night, a lantern and hand appear, but nothing else. The ensemble walks
through the dark library and into the Restricted Section. The lamp is put down, and the
cloak removed, revealing to be Harry who searches the bookshelves.]

Harry: Famous fire eaters. 15th-Century Fiends. Flamel. Nicholas Flamel. Where are you?

[Harry picks up a book and opens it. A man's face appears from between the pages,
‘which screams madly and loudly. Harry immediately slams the book shut and puts it
back]

Filch: Who'sthere?! know you're in there. You can't hide. [Harry puts on his cloak and
T

creeps around Filch.] Who is it? Show yourself!

[Harry runs from the room, breathing heavily. He exits into the hall, where Mrs. Norris,
‘whe meaws and begins to follow him. Harry runs around a corner, just as Snape and
Quirrell appear. Snape pushes Quirrell into the wall]

Quirrell: Severus... I-1 thought.

Snape: You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell

Quirrell: 1 don't know w-what you m-mean.

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Snape: You know perfectly well what I mean. We'll have another chat soon. When you've
had time to decide where your loyalties lie.

[Filch arrives, carrying the broken lantern.]

Filch: Oh, Professors. I found this in the Restricted Section. It's still hot. That means there's a
student out of bed.

‘The Mirror of Erised

[A door opens and then it closes. On the other side, there is a vast, empty room that has
a large mirror in the center known as the Mirror of Exised. Harry appears and walks
over to the mirror, In the reflection, he sees two people appear who are Harry's late
parents, James and Lily Potter.|

Harry: Mum? Dad?

Harry: Ron, you've really got fo sce this! Ron, you've got to see this! Ron, Ron, come on, get
out of bed!
Ron; Why?

Harry: There's something you've got to see. Now, come on!

[Back in the room. Harry and Ron appear as if magically and Harry runs to the
mirror.]

Harry: Come on! Come! Come look, i's my parents!

Ron: T
only see us.
Harry: Look in properly. Go on, stand there. There. You sce them, don't you? That's my dad.
Ron: That's me! Only I'm head boy. And I'm holding the Quidditch cup. And bloody hell! I'm
Quidditch Captain too! I look good. Harry, do you think this mirror shows the future?
Harry: How can it? Both my parents arc dead

[The next night, Harry is back in the room where the mirror is, gazing longingly at the
reflection where his parents are in. Dumbledore appears far behind him]

Dumbledore: Back again, Harry? [Harry tums around and stands up.] 1 see that you, like so
many before you have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised. trust by now you
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realize what it does. Let me give you a clue. The happiest man on earth would look into the
‘mirror and see only himself, exactly as he is

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Harry: So then, it shows us what we want. Whatever we want.
Dumbledore: [whilst looking at the mirror] Yes. And no. It shows us nothing more or less
than the deepest most desperate desires of our hearts. Now you, Harry, who have never
known your family, you see them standing beside you. But remember this, Harry. This mirror
gives us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away in front of it. Even gone mad.
That is why tomorrow it will be moved to a new home. And I must ask you not to go looking
for it again. Tt does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live.

Norbert
[In the library, Harry and Ron are seated, reading until Hermione comes up with a
huge book and thumps it onto the table making Harry jump.]
Hermione: had you looking in the wrong section. How could T'be so stupid?
T
I checked this
out a few weeks ago for a bit of light reading.

Ron: This is light?

Hermione: Of course! Here it is! licholas Flamel is the only known maker ofthe
Philosopher's Stone.
Ron and Harry: The what?

Hermione: Honestly, don't you two read? "The Philosopher's Stone is a legendary substance
with astonishing powers. It
transform any metal into pure gold and produces the Elixir of
Life which will make the drinker immortal.”

Ron: Immortal?

Hermione: It means you'll never die.

Ron: I know what it means!

Harry: Shh!

Hermione: "The only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicholas Flamel, the noted
alchemist who last year celebrated his 665th birthday.” That's what Flufly's guarding on the
3rd floor. That's what's under the trapdoor. The Philosopher's Stone.

[They all look at each other in concern. It is nighttime in the castle grounds, and
Hermione, Ron, and Harry are running across to Hagrid's hut. They knock on the door
and Hagrid, who is wearing an apron and oven mitts, opens it from the inside.]

Harry: Hagrid!

Hagrid: Oh, hello, sorry, don't wish to be rude, but I'm in'no fit state to entertain today.
All three: We know about the Philosopher's Stone!

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Hagrid: Oh.

Harry: We think Snape's trying to steal it.

Hagrid: Snape? Blimey, yer not still on about him, are yeh?

Harry: Hagrid, we know he's after the Stone. We just don't know why.
Hagrid: Snape is one ofthe teachers protecting the Stone. He's not aboutto steal it.
Harry: What?
Hagrid: You heard. Right. Come on, now, I'm a bit preoccupied today.
Harry: Wait a minute. [Ron soon sees Hagrid's boar-hound Fang, who sniffs him.] "One of
the teachers?"

Hermione: OF course! There are other things defending the Stone, aren't there! ells,
enchantments.

Hagrid: That's right. Waste of bloody time, if yeh ask me. Ain't no one gonna get past Fluffy.
Hehe. Ain't a soul knows how, except for me and Dumbledore. I shouldn't have told you that.
1 should not have told
you that. Oh! Ooh! Och! Ooh! Och!
Harry: Uh, Hagrid, what exactly is that?
Hagrid: That? Its it's, um.

Ron: I know what that is! But, Hagrid, how did you get one?

Hagrid: I won it. Off stranger met down at a pub.

a I Seemed quite glad to be rid of it, as a
matter of fact.

[The egg rattles and cracks open as pieces fiy off; a small baby dragon emerges. It
squeaks and slips on an egg piece.]

Hermione: Is that... a
dragon?
Ron: That's not just a dragon. That's a Norwegian Ridgeback. My brother Charlie works with
these in Romania.
‘Hagrid: Isn't he beautiful? Oh, bless him. Look, he knows his mummy. Hehehe. Hallo,
Norbert.

Harry: Norbert?

Hagrid: Yeah, well, he's gotta have a name, don't he? Don't you, Norbert? Dededede.
[Norbert backs away, until he hiccups and blast small fireball into Hagrid's beard.

Hagrid: Ohh! Oooh, ooh, ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo! Ooh, well... he'll have to be trained up a bit, of
course. Heh. Who's that?

EF’)
Harry: Malfoy.
Hagrid: Oh, dear.

Harry: Hagrid always wanted a dragon. He told me so the first time I ever met him.
Ron: It's crazy. And worse, Malfoy knows.

Harry: I don't understand. Is that bad?

Ron: It's bad.

[They stop as McGonagall, in her nightgown, appears, sternly.|

McGonagall: Good evening.

[Then, Malfoy appears smugly beside her. Inside McGonagall's classroom, the three are
now standing in front of McGonagall's desk, while Malfoy is feet away, smirking.]

McGonagall: Nothing, repeat, nothing gives a student the right to walk about the school at
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night. Therefore, as punishment for your actions, 50 points will be taken.

Harry: 502
McGonagall: Each. And to ensure it doesn't happen again, all four of you will recive
detention.

Draco: Excuse me, Professor, perhaps 1 heard you wrong. I thought you said the four of us
McGonagall: No, you heard me correctly, Mr. Malfoy. You sec, honorable as your intentions
were, you too were out of bed after hours. Y
ou will join your classmates in detention.

The Forbidden Forest

[The next night, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco are being led to Hagrid's hut by Mr.
Filch.]

Filch: pity they let the old punishments dic. There was a time detention would find you
A

hanging by your thumbs in the dungeons. God, I miss the screaming. You'll be serving
detention with Hagrid tonight. He's got a little job to do inside the Dark Forest. sorry lot, A

this, Hagrid. Oh, good God, man, you're not still on about that bloody dragon, are you?

Hagrid: Norbert's gone. Dumbledore sent him off to Romania to live in a colony.
Hermione: Well, that's good, isn't it? He'll be with his own kind.

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Hagrid: Yeah, but what if he don't like Romania? What if the other dragons are mean to him?
He's onlya baby, after all,

Filch: Oh, for God's sake, pull yourself together, man. You're going into the Forest, after all
Got to have your wits about you.
Draco: The Forest? I thought that was a joke! We can't go in there. Students aren't allowed.
And there are... werewolves!
Filch: There's more than werewolves in those trees, lad. You can be sure of that. Nighty~
night.
Hagrid: Right. Let's go.

[in the Forbidden Forest, the group walks along a path to a tree. Hagrid stops, bends
down and dips his fingers in a silver puddle. He pulls out his fingers and rubs them
together. A silver trail smears with his fingers.]

Harry: Hagrid, what is that?

Hagrid: What we're here for. See that? That's unicorn's blood, that is. 1 found one dead a few
weeks ago. Now, this one's been hurt bad by something. So, ifs our job to go and find the
poor beast. Ron, Hermione, you'll come with me.
Ron: Okay.

Hagrid: And Harry, you'll go with Malfoy.

Draco: Okay. Then I get Fang.

Hagrid: Fine. Just so you know, he's a bloody coward

[Harry and Draco are walking through a part of the forest, with Fang leading. Draco
has the lamp in his hand.|

Draco: You wait till my father hears about this. This is servant's stuff

Harry: If didn't know better, Draco, I'd say you were scared.
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Draco: Scared, Potter? Did you hear that? Come on, Fang. Scared!

[Harry and Draco approach a flat ground with gnarled roots all over. Fang stops, then
growls]

‘Harry: What is it, Fang?

[Up ahead is cloaked figure who is crouching over a dead unicorn, drinking its blood
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from its wound. The figure raises its head, silver blood dripping from its mouth. Harry
gasps and grabs his scar, which is hurting. Draco screams with pure fear and runs away
with Fang]

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Draco: HELP!!!
rises
[Harry is left by himself at the mercy of the figure who slides over the unicorn and
erect. It advances towards Harry, who backs up, but trips. He crawls backwards.
the
Suddenly, there is the sound of hoof-beats. A figure leaps over Harry and lands near
cloaked figure. It is a silver centaur called Firenze. It rears, and the cloaked figure
retreats, flying away.]

Firenze: Harry Potter, you must leave. You are known to many creatures here. The Forest is
not safe at this time. Especially for you.

Harry: But what was that thing you saved me from?

Firenze: Amonstrous creature. It iterrible crime 10 slay a unico. Drinking the blood
a of
a
death. But terrible You
unicorn will keep you alive oven if you are an inch from at a price.
have slain something so pure that from the moment the blood touches your lips, you will have
a halflife. A cursed life.

Harry: But who would choose such a life?

Firenze: Can you think of no one?

its blood, that
Harry: Do you mean to say that thing that killed the unicorn that was drinking
was Voldemort?
Firenze: Do you know what is hidden in the school at this very moment, Mr. Potter?

Harry: The Philosopher's Stone.

[Fang suddenly barks and Harry looks up to see Hagrid, Hermione, Ron and Draco
appear. Hagrid has his crossbow ready but lowers it when he sees Firenze.]

‘Hermione: Harry!

Hagrid: Hello there, Firenze. I see you've met our young Mr. Potter. You all right there,
Harry?
Firenze: Harry Potter, this is where I leave you. You're safe now. Good luck.

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Up to Something
‘Hermione: You mean You -Know-Who's out there right now in the Forest?

Harry: But he's weak. He's living off the unicorns. Don't you sce? We had it wrong. Snape
doesn't want the Stone for himself. He wants the Stone for Voldemort. With the Elixir of
Life, Voldemort will be strong again. He'll... he'll come back.
Ron: But if he comes back, you don't think he'll ry to kill you, do you?

Harry: 1 think if he'd had the chance, he might have tried to kill me tonight

Ron: And to think, I've been worrying about my Potions final.

Hermione: Hang on a minute. We're forgetting onc thing. Who's the one wizard Voldemort
always feared? Dumbledore. As long as Dumbledore is around, Harry, you're safe. As long as
Dumbledore is around, you can't be touched.

[Later all the students are rushing out as they finish their exams.|
Hermione: Td always heard Hogwarts’ end-of-the-year exams were frightful, but Tve found
that rather enjoyable.
Ron: Speak for yourself. All right there, Harry?

[We see Harry walking next to the two rubbing his forehead right where the scar is.]

Harry: My scar. It keeps bumning,

Hermione: It's happened before.

Harry: Not like this.

Ron: Perhaps you should see the nurse

Harry: 1 think i's a warning. It means dangers coming. Ah. Oh! OF course!

Hermione: What is it?

Harry: Don't you think it's a bit odd that what Hagrid wants more than anything is a dragon,
and a stranger tums up who just happens fo have ane? I mean, how many people wander
around with dragon eggs in their pocket? Why didn't I sce it before?

[They approach Hagrid's hut who is playing a flute.]

Harry: Hagrid, who gave you the dragon egg? What did he look like?
Hagrid: I dunno. I never saw his face. He kept his hood up.

Haury: This stranger, though, you and he must have talked

Hagrid: Well, he wanted fo know what sort of creatures I looked after. I told Tm. said,
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"After Fluffy, a dragon's gonna be no problem.”

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Harry: Did he scem interested in Fluffy?

Hagrid: Well, o' course he was interested in Fluffy. How often do you come across a threc-
‘headed dog, even if you in the trade? But I told 'I'm. I said... I said, "The trick with any beast
is 10 know how to calm "I'm. Take Fluffy, for example. Jus' play him a bit o’ music and he
falls straight to sleep.” shouldn't have fold you that. Where're you going”? Wait?
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[Harry, Hermione, and Ron run into the Transfiguration classroom fo talk to
McGonagall.]
Harry: We have to see Professor Dumbledore, immediately!

McGonagall: I'm afraid Professor Dumbledore is not here. He received an urgent owl from
the Ministry of Magic and left immediately for London.

Harry: He's gone? Now? But this is important! This is about the Philosopher's Stone!

McGonagall: How do you know...”

Harry: Someone's going to iry to steal it!

McGonagall: I don't know how you three found out about the Stone, but I assure you it is
perfectly well protected. Now would you go back to your dormitories? Quietly.
Harry: That was no stranger Hagrid met in the village. It was Snape. Which means he knows
how to get past Fluffy.
Hermione: And with Dumbledore gone.

Snape: Good afternoon. Now, what would three young Gryffindors such as yourselves be
doing inside on a day like this?
Hermione: Uh, w-w- . We-we were just-

Snape: You ought to be careful. People will think you're... up to something.

Hermione: Now what do we do?

Harry: We go down the trapdoor. Tonight.

Through the Trapdoor

[At nighttime, in the Gryffindor Common Room, the three friends come down the stairs
and begin to walk across the floor. They stop when they hear a croaking noise. It was
Trevor, the toad that Neville carried in his hands, way back at the first day of Hogwarts.]

Harry: Trevor.

Ron: Trevor. shh, go! You shouldn't be here!

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Neville: Neither should you. You're sneaking out again, aren't you?

Harry: Now, Neville, listen. We were-

Neville: No! I won't let you! [stands] You'll get Gryffindor into trouble again! I -11l fight you.

Hermione: Neville, I'm really, really sorry about this. Petrificus Totalus.

Ron: ] You're a little scary sometimes, you know that? Brilliant, but scary.
Harry: Let's go. [Walks by Neville] Sorry.
Hermione: Sorry.
Ron: Its for your own good, you know:

[The three are under the Invisibility cloak, sneaking along the corridor]
Hermione: Ow! You stood on my foot!
Ron: Sorry.
Hermione: Alohomora.

[The door opens as the three friends step inside.|

Ron: Wait a minute. He's...

[a blow of air, and the cape flutters off them.]

Ron: Snoring.

[They approach the sleeping dog.|

Ron: Ugh! It's got horrible breath.

Harry: We have to move its paw.

Ron: What?!

Harry: Come on! Okay. Push! Tl go first. Don't follow until I give you a sign. If something
bad happens, get yourselves out. Does it seem a bit quiet to you?

‘Hermione: The harp. It stopped playing.

Drool from one head comes down on Ron's shoulder.]

Ron: Ew! Yuck! Ugh. [ All three kids look up and see Fluffy standing there. Fluffy barks
and growls, thrashing. It breaks the harp and dives at the three.]

Harry: Jump! Gol

Ron: Alih! Whoa. Lucky this plant-thing’s here, really.

Harry: Whoa! Oh. Ahh!

Hermione: Stop moving, both of you. This is Devil's Snare. You have to relax. If you don't it
will only kill you faster.
Ron: Kill us faster?! Oh, now I can relax!

Ron/Harry: Hermione!

Ron: Now what are we gonna do?!

Hermione: Just relax!

Harry: Hermione, where are you?

Hermione: Do what 1 say! Trust me.

Ron: Ahh! Harry!

[Harry falls through and lands on the hard ground, Hermione goes over to him and he
stands up.]
Ron: Harry!

Hermione: Are you okay?

Harry: Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Ron: Help!

Hermione: He's not relaxing, is he?

Harry: Apparently not.

Ron: Help! Help me!

Hermione: We've gotta do something!

Harry: What?

Hermione: Uh! I remember reading something in Herbology.

Ron: Help!

Hermione: Um, Devil's Snare, Devil's Scare, it's deadly fun... but will sulk in the sun! That's
Devil's Snare hates sunlight! Lumus Solem!
it!

Ron: Ahhh!

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Harry: Ron, are you okay?
Ron: Yeah.

Harry: Okay.
Ron: Whew! Lucky we didn't panic.

‘Harry: Lucky Hermione pays attention in Herbology.

[There is a sound.]
Hermione: What is that?

Harry: 1
don't know. Sounds like wings

[They enter into a room filled with golden "birds."

Hermione: Curious. I've never seen birds like these.

Harry: They're not birds. They're keys. And I'll bet one of them fits that door.

Hermione: What's this all about?

Harry: | don't know, Strange.

Ron: Alohomora! [Shrugs] Well, it was worth a try.

Hermione: Ugh! What're we going to do? There must be a thousand keys up there!
Ron: We're looking for a big old fashioned one. Probably rusty like the handle.

Harry: There! I see it! The one with the broken wing.
Hermione: What's wrong, Harry?

Harry: Its too simple.

Ron: Oh. go on, Harry! If Snape can catch it on that old broomstick, you can! You're the
youngest Seeker in a century!

[Harry nods and grabs the broomstick. All the keys suddenly go one direction, right at
Harry. He climbs on, swiping at them.]
Ron: This complicates things a bit

Harry: Catch the key!

[He zooms by and throws the key to Hermione, who catches it and heads for the lock
‘whileHarry distracts the other keys. Hermione puts it in the lock.]

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 Ron: Hurry up!

[The door opens, and Hermione and Ron rush through, followed
by Harry. They shut
the door just as the keys slam up against it.|

Wizard's Chess
[They enter a dark room with broken picces all around
it.

Hermione: T
don't like this. T
don't like this at all
Harry: Where are we? A graveyard?
Ron: This is no graveyard. It's a chessboard

Harry: There's the door

Hermione: Now what do we do?

Ron: Its obvious, isn't it? We've
got to play our way across the room. Alright. Harry, you
take the empty Bishop's square. Hermione,
you'll be the Queen-side castle. As for me, Ill be a
knight. Hermione: What happens now?

Ron: Well, white moves first. And then... we play.

Hermione: Ron, you don't suppose this is

going to be lke... eal wizard's chess, do you?
Ron: You there, DS. Yes, Hermione. Ithink this is
going to be exactly like wizards chess

[The game continues. The pieces smash against each other. Boom!
Boom!]
Ron: Castle to E4!

Ron: Pawn to C3! [Smash! Boom! The Queen turns and smashes a piece! Harry, Ron,
and Hermione wince.]

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 Sacrifice Play
[The Queen turns again. Both Ron and Harry study the game.]
Harry: Wait a minute.

Ron: You understand right, Harry. Once | make my move, the Queen will take me. Then
you're free to check the King.
Harry: No. Ron, no!

Hermione: What is it?

Harry: He's going to sacrifice himself!

Hermione: No, Ron, you can't! There must be another way!

Ron: Do you want to stop Snape from getting that Stone or not? Harry, it's
you that has to go
on. Tknow it. Not me. Not Hermione. You! Knight to H3.

Ron: Check.

[The Queen turns and advances. As she starts moving, Ron breathes faster clutching
onto the steel reins. The Queen stops moving. And then... SMASH! The Queen uses her
sword to bust the horse's hips. Ron goes flying off the horse and lands on the floor
unconsciously. The knight's horse then falls to pieces.]

Ron: Ahhhh!

Harry: RON! No, don't move! Don't forget, we're still playing. Checkmate. Take care of
Ron. Then go to the owlery. Send a
message to Dumbledore. Ron's right. | have to go on.
Hermione: You'll be okay, Harry. You're a great wizard. Y ou really arc.
Harry: Not as good as you,

Hermione: Me? Books and cleverness? There are more important things. Friendship, and
bravery. And Harry, just be careful,

The Man With Two Faces

[Harry walks down the stairs slowly. Halfway down, he winces, feeling his scar burning,
and sees Professor Quirrell standing before the Mirror of Erised.]

Harry: You? No, i-it can't be. Snape, h-he was the one—
 Quirrell: Yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to him, who would suspect
p-p-p-poor,
st-stuttering Professor Quirrcll?
Harry: But-but that day, during the Quidditch mat Snape tried to kill me.
Quirrell: No, dear boy. I tried to kill you! And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught firc
and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded. Even with Snape muttering his little
counter curse.

Harry: Snape was trying to save me?

Quirrell: I knew you were a danger to me right from the off. Especially after Halloween.
Harry: Then-then you let the troll in!

Quirrell: Very good, Potter, yes. Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. While everyone cls
‘wasrunning about the dungeon, he went to the third floor to head me off. He, of course,
never trusted me again. [He rarely left me alone. But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone.
Never. Now, what docs this mirror do? I see what desire. I see myself holding the Stone.
I

But how do I gett

Unseen Inhuman Voice: Use the boy.

Quirrell: Come here, Patter! Now! Tell me, what do you see? [Harry looks into the mirror,
and for a few seconds, sees him standing next to Quirrell, then his reflection reaches into its
pocket and pulls out a gleaming red ruby, the Philosopher's Stone; Harry stares in amazement
as his reflection smiles and winks, then puts the stone back in its pocket; Harry feels his
i
pocket and realizes the Stone really is in his pocket, then looks up again] What it? What do
you see?

Harry: I- I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the House Cup.

Unseen Inhuman Voice: He lies.

Quirrell: Tell the truth! What do you see?

Unseen Inhuman Voice: Let me speak to him.

Quirrell: Master, you are not strong enough.

Unseen Inhuman Voice: 1 have strength enough for this.

[Quirrell reaches up and starts unwrapping his turban as he turns so his back Is to the
mirror. Harry turns toward the staircase into the room, wondering whether he should
try to escape, then turns towards Quirrell again. He is almost finished unwrapping his
turban, save for a piece covering the back of his head. Finally, he removes the turban,
revealing a scary-looking chalk white face. It was Voldemort. He cranes around and
‘opens his eyes.|
Voldemort: Harry Potter, we meet again.

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 Harry: Voldemort.
Voldemort: Yes. You see what I've become? See what | must do to survive? Live off another.
A mere parasite. Unicom blood
can sustain me, but if cannot give me a body of my own. But
there is something that can. Something that, conveniently enough, lics in your pocket.

Magic Touch
Voldemort: Stop him! Don't be a fool. Why suffer a horrific death when you can join m ¢ and
live?

Harty: Never!
‘Voldemort: Haha. Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Harry, would you like to see
‘your mother and father again? Together, we can bring them back. All I ask for is something
in return. That's it, Harry. There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too
weak 10 seek it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the Stone!

Harry: You liar!

Voldemort: Kill him!

[Under orders, Quirrell soars into the air and grabs hold of Harry with one hand on his
throat. They fall to the steps, causing the Stone falls out of Harry's reach as Quirrell
chokes him, Harry strains and squeaks. Suddenly, Harry puts his hand on Quirrell's
hand in an attempt to get him off. Smoke furls from under his hand as Quirrell winces.]

Quirrell: Ahh! Ahh! What is this magic?

Voldemort; Fool, get the Stone!

[Quirrell walks forward towards Harry, who then touches his face with his hands,
causing Quirrell to scream in pain, and especially Voldemort to wince. Harry looks on
horrified as Quirrell backs up with his face horrendously burned. Quirrell crumbles as
he walks forward, turning his body completely in ash and dust, and falls to the floor,
leaving only his clothing. Harry gasps, as he looks at his own hands and hurries over to
the stone. He picks it up and sighs. However, from behind, dust clouds form from
Quirrell's corpse, causing Harry to turn around as the dust clouds with Voldemort's
face rushes forward screaming and goes through Harry who also screams. Voldemort
flies away, as Harry falls to the ground, unconscious. He holds the Stone in an
outstretched hand.]
Mark of Love
{Inthe hospital wing the next day, Harry is lying in bed with his arm bandaged. He
awakens, puts on his glasses, and sits up. There are cards and candy all over. Dumbledore
approaches him.]

Dumbledore: 00d afternoon, Harry. Ah. Tokens from your admirers?

Harry: Admirers?
Dumbledore: What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a
complete secret. So, naturally. the whole school knows. Ah, I see your friend Ronald has
saved you the trouble of opening your Chocolate Frogs.

Harry: Ron was here? Is he all right? What about Hermione?

Dumbledore: Fine. They're both just fine.
Harry: But what happened to the Stone?

Dumbledore: Relax, dear boy. The Stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicholas and 1 had a
little chat and agreed it was best all around.

Harry: But then, Flamel, he'll die, won't he?

Dumbledore: He has enough Elixir to set his affairs in order. But yes, he will die.

Harry: How is it I got the Stone, sir? One minute I was staring in the mirfor, and the next...
Dumbledore: Ah. You see, only a person who wanted to find the Stone, find it, but not use it,
would be able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And between you and me that
is saying something.

Harry: Docs that mean, with the Stone gone, that is, that Voldemort can never come back?
Dumbledore: Ah, I'm afraid there are ways in which he can return. Harry, do you know why
Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him? It was because of your mother. She
sacrificed herself for you. And that kind of act leaves a mark. No, no, this kind of mark
cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin.
Harry: What is it?

Dumbledore: Love, Harry. Love. Ah. Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. | was most
unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit-flavoured one. And since then, I'm afraid I've
lost my liking for them. But 1 think could be safe with a nice toffee. Mm. Alas! Earwax,
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House Cup Winner
[Harry with his arm still bandaged enters a corridor where up on a stairwell balcony,
Hermione and Ron are talking. They stop when they see Harry and lean over the
railing.]

Harry: All right there, Ron?

Ron: All right. You?

Harry: Allright. Hermione?

Hermione: Never better,

[We see the Great Hall full of students eating and talking with each other. There are
green and silver banners with the Slytherin symbol above their heads, already
indicating the house with the most points. Dumbledore gives a slight nod to Professor
McGonagall, who then clinks her spoon to her glass to ask attention from the students.
The crowd falls silent. Dumbledore stands up and speaks with his magically magnified
voice.]

Dumbledore: Another year gone. And now, as I understand it, the house cup needs awarding.
And the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor with 312 points. Third place,
Hufflepuff with 352 points. [The applause for Hufflepuff is slightly louder than the clapping
for Gryffindor.] In second place, Ravenclaw with 426 points. And in first place, with 472
points, Slytherin house.
Draco: Nice one, mate.

Yes, yes. well done, Slytherin. Well done, Slytherin. However, recent events must be taken
into account. And I have a few last-minute points lo award. To Miss Hermione Granger, for
the cool use of intellect while others were in grave peri, 50 points.

Harry: Good job.

Dumbledore: Second, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, for the best played game of chess that
Hogwarts has secn these many years, 50 points. And third, to Mr. Harry Potter, for pure
nerve and outstanding courage, award Gryffindor house 60 points
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[The Gryflindors cheer again, this time even louder than before. Malfoy has a cringing
look on his face, while Harry sees a proud, smiling Professor McGonagall at the
teacher's table. Hermione, who has done some quick math, whispers to her fellow
students.]

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Hermione: We're tied with Slytherin!

Dumbledore: And finally, it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, but a
great deal more to stand up to your friends. award 10 points to Neville Longbottom.
T

Assuming that my calculations are correct, | believe that a change of decoration is in order.
Gryffindor wins the House Cup.

[The Great Hall explodes with applause, not only from the Gryffindors, but also from
the Ravenclaws and the Huffiepuffs because they are glad that for the first time in seven
years, someone other than Slytherin has won the House Cup. Hagrid can't help himself
to also cheer, and all students except the Slytherins throw their hats in the air, while
Malfoy angrily throws his on the table in defeat. The Gryffindors around Harry are all
congratulating him, and Harry smiles {o Hagrid, who smiles back.]

Not Really Going Home

[At Hogsmeade station, students are walking around, getting in the train.]

Hagrid: Come on, now. Hurry up, you'll be late. Train's leaving. Go on. Go on. Come on,
hurry up.
Hermione: Come on, Harry.
Hairy: One minute. [He walks over to Hagrid]
Hagrid: Thought you were leaving without saying goodbye, didja? This is for you.

[Harry opens the album and sees a picture, moving, of him as a baby with his parents.
They are all smiling and waving. Harry smiles.

Harry: Thanks, Hagrid.

Hagrid: Oh. Go on. On with you. On with you now. [Harry lets go] Oh, listen, Harry. If that
dolt of a cousin of yours, Dudley, gives you any grief, you could always, um, threaten him
‘with a nice pair ofears to go with that tail of his.

Harry: But Hagrid, we're not allowed to do magic away from Hogwarts. You know that,

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Hagrid: I do. But your cousin don't, do he? Eh? [chuckle] Off you go.
Hermione: Feels strange to be going home, doesn't it?

Harry: I'm not going home. Not really.

[The train whistles and they climb aboard. As the train starts to leave and the camera
pans up over the whole scene, Harry waves out the window to Hagrid, who waves back
and then waves more to other students as the camera pans far back, then the credits
begin.]

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