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12 January 2011 @ 10:14 am
we'll be washed and buried one day my girl  
so i got my hands on the Deathly Hallows script. yeah, i'm a nerd. i even have the Last of the Mohicans one. *shrug* so i thought i'd share some of my fave parts and also some of those scenes from the editing suite's floor cos sometimes deleted scenes should NOT have been deleted... stupid studios what do they know? appropriate gif is still appropriate



52 INT. SIRIUS’ ROOM - CONTINUOUS ACTION 52

We watch Harry enter from an UNSETTLINGLY LOW POV
(Kreacher’s). This room, like the others, has been
ransacked. Harry lingers by a PHOTOGRAPH. In it, FOUR
YOUNG HOGWARTS STUDENTS -- JAMES POTTER, SIRIUS BLACK,
PETER PETTIGREW and Lupin -- stand GRINNING before the
WHOMPING WILLOW. Harry traces the thin cone of light of
his wand across their faces.

Books and papers carpet the floor. A WOMAN’S FACE,
striking and wise, peers out from a dust jacket. Harry
crouches, turns the book over to read its TITLE: A
History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot. Harry turns it
BACK over, studies the woman's face again. He begins to
rise when he notices a CRUMPLED PIECE OF PAPER embossed
at the top with a name: Lily Potter. As Harry begins to
read, we hear HER VOICE:

LETTER (LILY) (V.O.)
Dear Sirius. Thank you for
Harry’s birthday present. You’d
think he’d been born on a broom.
James says he’s got the look of a
Seeker, but then James would. We
had a very quiet birthday tea,
just us and old Bathilda, who
dotes on Harry. Wormy dropped by
late in the day, but seemed down
and didn’t stay long. James is
frustrated being shut up here, but
Dumbledore’s still got his
Invisibility Cloak, so he doesn’t
have much choice. By the way,
Bathilda tells the most amazing
stories about our old Headmaster.
I don’t know how much to believe.
Can it really be true that
Dumbledore --

Harry turns the letter over, but there is no more.

HERMIONE (O.S.)
Harry! Harry!

53 INT. SECOND FLOOR LANDING - MORNING 53

Harry steps out, finds Hermione dashing up the stairs.
Seeing him, she exhales in relief. CALLS OUT:

HERMIONE
Ron! I’ve found him!

RON (O.S.)
Good! Tell him from me he’s a
git!

HERMIONE
Harry, you can’t just disappear.
We thought --
She stops as Harry hands her the letter. She reads.

HERMIONE
It’s from your Mum. To Sirius.
Bathilda Bagshot...?

HARRY
Yeah. They knew her. She wrote A
History of Magic
, you know.

HERMIONE
(with irony)
Did she now?

HARRY
I’m thinking maybe we should go
talk to her. She still lives in
Godric’s Hollow. I’m thinking
maybe she could help us.

Hermione looks up, regards Harry closely.

HERMIONE
Harry. I can imagine why you’d
want to go there, but... I don’t
think Bathilda Bagshot is going to
know where Voldemort hid his
Horcruxes.

Harry starts to respond, frowns. Hermione reaches out,
touches his face lightly.

RON (O.S.)
Hey! I think you two better come
down here.

++

61 INT. GRANGER HOUSE - PARLOR - DUSK 61

Dark wizards smash through the front door, enter the
parlor. The photographs still sit upon the mantle,
showing only Hermione’s parents, the tea they’d been
drinking still sitting on the table, dried up, but
unwashed...

%%

PERCY WAS IN THE MINISTRY SCENES GUYS! PERIPHERALLY, BUT THERE NONETHELESS. RON TELLS HIM TO PISS OFF.

!!

97 EXT. TENT - DUSK 97

Harry’s eyes flutter open. He sees Hermione, beautiful
in the amber dusk, standing a bit away, studying him.
HERMIONE
I thought it had stopped.

Harry looks at her, shakes his head.

HERMIONE
You can’t let him in, Harry.
Dumbledore himself said it. You
have to close your mind. It’s too
dangerous --

HARRY
It’s not a candle I can blow out,
Hermione. It always burns, even
if it’s just a flicker. Can you
understand that?

Harry eyes her, then looks away. She frowns, concerned
by this, then:

HERMIONE
Tell me. What you saw.

HARRY
He’s found him. Vol--

He stops, glancing back toward the tent, toward Ron.

HARRY
You-Know-Who. He’s found
Gregorovitch --

HERMIONE
The wandmaker?

HARRY
Yes. How’d you know?

HERMIONE
Viktor got his wand from
Gregorovitch. Most Durmstrang
students did at one time. What’s
he got to do with You-Know-Who?

HARRY
You-Know-Who wants something
Gregorovitch once had -- dunno
what. But he’s desperate to have
it. It’s as if his life depends
on it.

Hermione studies Harry. The RADIO SQUAWKS from inside
the tent. Harry’s eyes flare; he starts to speak --

HERMIONE
Don’t -- It... comforts him.

HARRY
Well it sets my teeth on edge.
What’s he expecting to hear? Good
news?

HERMIONE
I think he just hopes he doesn’t
hear bad news. It gets him
through the day.

HARRY
And what gets you through the day?

HERMIONE
We’ve all made sacrifices, Harry.

Harry eyes her expressionlessly, nods toward the tent.

~~

106 EXT. ROLLING LANDSCAPE - DAY (ALT) 106

An epic flyover. Three small figures move slowly below.
One figure -- Ron -- trails the other two: Harry and
Hermione. We CUT DOWN TO ground level. TO Ron. He
glances about sullenly, staring at the forsaken
landscape, then looks up ahead to Harry and Hermione.
The sight of them, walking side-by-side, does nothing to
improve his mood.

RON
I’m hungry.

Harry and Hermione stop, turn. Study him for a moment.

HARRY
What?

RON
I’m hungry.

Hermione glances at Harry, who continues to stare at Ron,
as if taking the measure of him.

HARRY
We’re all hungry.

Ron returns Harry’s glance, then looks off again.
Hermione crosses to Ron, examines his RAGGED BANDAGE.

RON
Leave it.

Hermione glances at Ron’s profile, then -- briefly -- at
the Horcrux dangling from his neck. Ignoring his words,
she begins to rummage in her beaded bag.

RON
Mum can make food appear out of
thin air.

HERMIONE
(tenderly)
No one can conjure food out of
thin air. Food is the first of
the five Principal Exceptions to
Gamp’s Law. The other four are --

RON
(sharply)
Oh, speak English, can’t you?

As Ron jerks his injured arm away, Hermione looks up,
meets Ron’s hard gaze.

RON
I said leave it.

Hermione glances at the bandage in her hand, puts it
away.

HARRY
It’ll be dark soon. We need to
find a place to sleep.

HERMIONE
Good plan.

RON
Yeah. Brilliant. Only, correct
me if I’m wrong... wasn’t that
yesterday’s plan? And the day
before that? And the day before
that? Walk. Sleep. Walk.
Sleep.
Harry stares at Ron, then begins to walk toward him.
Hermione watches silently. Ron stands utterly still.
When Harry stops, he simply nods to Ron’s neck.

HARRY
My turn.

As he reaches out, Ron blocks his hand. For a moment,
they simply stand silently. Then Ron strips the chain
from his neck, hands it to Harry and brushes past him.
Harry glances at Hermione, drapes the Horcrux over his
head and follows. Hermione watches them go, then does
the same.

@@

107A EXT. VALLEY - DAY 107A

Three figures move through a blood-red autumnal
landscape.

(dunno why i love this)

##

108 EXT. CLEARING - DAY 108

RON’S FACE FILLS THE SCREEN -- unwashed and wild. He
looks toward something UNSEEN. Then...

... a RABBIT hops INTO VIEW, nose probing some brush.
Slowly, Ron raises his wand, poised to fire when...

BAM! Dirt explodes near the rabbit’s rump and it is off
and running. Seconds later, Harry appears, giving chase.
Ron curses and pelts after.

The rabbit zig-zags through the trees, eluding one blast
after another as Harry and Ron trip through the forest.
They begin laughing, their aim becoming more and more
erratic. A tree limb explodes over Harry’s head and he
wheels, fires playfully back at Ron. They exchange a few
more blasts when one narrowly misses Harry.

Instinctively, eyes flaring, he wheels, fires back at
Ron, narrowly missing him.

They both stop, stare at one another, chests heaving,
their breath drifting in plumes, smiles gone. Ron rubs
his injured arm, almost healed now, and turns away.

$$

and here's the dance scene as it is on paper which, is kind of freaking boring but hell if YATES and these kids didn't breathe life into it

113 EXT. HILLSIDE - DUSK 113
Harry walks the perimeter of the camp, looking up every
so often to look at the ILLUMINATED TENT.

He watches HERMIONE’S SHADOW pass within, sliding over
the canvas. Seconds later, the RADIO CRACKLES to life.
He shakes his head, vaguely annoyed, then starts to move
off again when a SONG comes CLEAR. He stops.

114 INT. TENT - DUSK (SECONDS LATER) 114
As Harry ducks into the tent, Hermione looks up.

HERMIONE
It’s a Muggle station.

Hermione smiles and Harry does too. Harry listens then,
debating, reaches out his hand. Hermione eyes him
uncertainly, then allows him to pull her to her feet. He
steps forward, gently removes the locket from her neck
and tosses it to the ground. She looks at it, then back
to him. He smiles and, without prompting...

... they begin to dance, tentatively at first, then
letting themselves go.

115 EXT. TENT - SAME TIME - DUSK 115
Their shadows flicker upon the canvas like joyous shadow
puppets, moving with abandon until, abruptly, the signal
slips away and...

116 INT. TENT - SAME TIME - DUSK 116
... the STATIC returns. Their smiles fade. They stop
moving. Hermione averts her eyes, exits. Harry watches
her go, then takes the locket from the floor, slings it
over his neck.

^^

Hermione eyes him. Despite herself, she knows he’s
right.

HERMIONE
It’s dangerous, Harry. But I have
to admit, recently even I’ve been
thinking we might have to go. I
think it’s possible something else
is hidden there.
(off Harry’s look)
The sword. If Dumbledore didn’t
want it falling into the
Ministry’s hands, but wanted you
to find it, what better place to
hide it than the birthplace of the
founder of Gryffindor himself?

HARRY
Godric’s Hollow is the birthplace
of Godric Gryffindor -- I mean,
‘course it is. Obvious, isn’t it?

HERMIONE
(eyeing him
knowingly)
Harry, did you ever even open A
History of Magic?

HARRY
Tossed it at Neville once when he
was snoring -- might’ve popped
open.

She smiles, then rises, collecting her books and blanket.

HARRY
Hermione...

Words fail him. Hermione reaches out, lightly strokes
his hair as she heads toward the tent.

HERMIONE
Don’t ever let me give you a
haircut again.

++

and the entire graveyard portion

120 EXT. GODRIC’S HOLLOW - NIGHT 120

Golden streetlights glimmer along a narrow road leading
to the center of town. Christmas decorations twinkle in
the windows of small cottages, roofs blanketed in snow.
Hermione and Harry Apparate INTO VIEW, wearing HEAVY
COATS and hats, scarves wrapped around their mouths.

HERMIONE
I still think we should’ve used
Polyjuice Potion.

HARRY
No. This is where I was born.
I’m not returning as someone else.

He holds out his arm and Hermione takes it. They move
off.

121 EXT. TOWN CENTER - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 121

Harry and Hermione walk, arms linked. A PUB DOOR opens
briefly and LAUGHTER and MUSIC spill forth.

Harry, I think it’s Christmas Eve!
Listen...

Her voice is wistful. As they listen, VOICES carry from
the church up ahead. Harry eyes the GRAVEYARD beyond.

HARRY
Do you think they’d be in there?
My mum and dad?

HERMIONE
Yeah. I think they would.

122 EXT. CHURCH - CLOSER - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 122

The SINGING is FULL AND RICH here as Harry and Hermione
make their way through the snow toward the graveyard.
Harry peers up at the STAINED GLASS windows glittering
over him.

123 EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 123

Harry pushes through a gate, then lets go of Hermione’s
hand, row upon row of snowy tombstones stretch before
him. As he heads off, Hermione studies him, then
follows.

NEW ANGLE - GRAVEYARD

Hermione pauses by a large tombstone freckled with
lichen.

HERMIONE
Harry.

HARRY
Is it -- ?

HERMIONE
No. But look.

Harry steps over, looks: KENDRA DUMBLEDORE AND HER
DAUGHTER ARIANA. A quotation is etched in the granite:
“Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”

HERMIONE
Did you know he had a sister?

Harry stares at the stone, his face a mask.

HARRY
No.

Harry turns away, walks off.

NEW ANGLE - TOMBSTONES

Hermione walks amid the stones, studying the names, then
stops by an extremely old grave. She crouches.

HERMIONE
Lumos.

Hermione plays the wand’s light over the surface of the
stone, then stops. Though deeply worn by time, the
symbol is unmistakable: the TRIANGULAR EYE. Hermione
rakes the light over the name: IGNOTUS PEVERELL.

HERMIONE
Ignotus... Hey, Har --

She stops. Harry stands several rows away. Utterly
still.

NEW ANGLE - HARRY

As he stares at the tombstones of his parents:
JAMES POTTER
Born 27 March 1960
Died 31 October 1981
LILY POTTER
Born 30 January 1960
Died 31 October 1981

“The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.”

Hermione appears, looks at Harry. Sees that tears are
streaming down his cheeks. Hermione raises her wand,
traces a circle in the air and a WREATH of
CHRISTMAS ROSES blossom in the snow. Harry nods, staring
at them.

HARRY
Happy Christmas, Hermione.

HERMIONE
Happy Christmas, Harry.

Hermione laces her arm around his waist and he drapes his
arm over her shoulder. They stand silently.

Then:
HERMIONE
Harry...

HARRY
Yeah.

HERMIONE
Someone’s watching us. By the
gate.

Harry nods, careful not to look too soon, then glances
up. A STOOPED FIGURE, barely discernible in the drifting
snow, stands in the shadows of the church. She -- it is
distinctly female, and older -- doesn’t move initially --
as if wanting Harry to see her -- then turns away.

HARRY
C’mon.

124 EXT. TOWN CENTER - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 124

All light has left the sky. The stooped figure hobbles
along, past the pub, where shadows play against the
windows and muffled voices can be heard. Harry and
Hermione follow.

125 EXT. NARROW ALLEY - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 125

Hermione eyes the woman ahead, then looks about their
surroundings, feeling trapped.

HERMIONE
I don’t think this is a good idea.

HARRY
We look like ordinary Muggles.

HERMIONE
Muggles who’ve just been laying
flowers on your parents’ grave.

Just then, up ahead, the stooped woman holds up her hand
and Hermione and Harry stop. Seconds later, a group of
SNATCHERS passes by the alley. As they vanish, the woman
continues on.

HARRY
Relax. This is right. I know it.

126 EXT. LANE - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 126

The woman hobbles on. The lane is lined with modest
cottages with small and tidy gardens. Hermione barely
gives them a glance, nervously eyeing the woman ahead,
before realizing she is walking alone.

She turns, sees Harry standing several yards back,
staring at a dark cottage, its garden overgrown with
weeds, its roof entirely covered in ivy and snow.
Hermione returns to him, looks. GASPS.

HERMIONE
Omigod. Harry...

HARRY
This is where they died, Hermione.
This is where he murdered them.

Hermione studies Harry’s bitter profile, then the house,
careful not to disturb the moment with words. Absently,
Harry places his fingers upon the locket at his chest.
It is trembling -- over-so-slightly. Then, without
turning, while still staring at the house, Harry speaks:

HARRY
You’re Bathilda, aren’t you?

Hermione blinks, confused, then turns and jumps. The old
woman is standing only yards away, watching them.

127 INT. BATHILDA BAGSHOT’S HOUSE - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 127

The door rattles open and tiny BATHILDA BAGSHOT hobbles
inside, followed first by Harry, then Hermione, who
wrinkles her nose. As Bathilda exits the room, Hermione
glances about.

HERMIONE
Harry, I’m not sure about this.

HARRY
Hermione, she knew Dumbledore.
She might have the sword.
Besides, she’s barely knee-high to
a house-elf. I think we can
overpower her if it turns ugly.

HERMIONE
There’s something odd about her.
And what’s that smell?

HARRY
She’s gaga, remember?

Bathilda returns, holding a box of matches. She strikes
one, tries to light a candle, but her movements are
clumsy.

HARRY
Here. Let me do that.

HERMIONE
You have a lovely house, Miss
Bagshot.

Hermione eyes a PHOTOGRAPH of a CURIOUSLY COMPELLING
YOUNG GIRL (ARIANA), then runs a finger along a table.
It comes away thick with dust. She frowns, looks up,
finds Bathilda watching her.

HARRY
Miss Bagshot? Who is this man?

Harry stands by a chest of drawers, holding the match
over a grouping of PHOTOGRAPHS. Coated in DUST, the
figures in the frames flit like ghosts behind veils.
Harry picks one up, wipes away the dust with his hand.
In it a merry-faced boy looks out, his cheery expression
belying a particularly intense gaze.

HARRY
His name. Can you tell me his
name?

Bathilda stares at the photograph solemnly, then peers up
at Harry. Her eyes are THICK with CATARACTS. Harry
stares, unnerved, then Hermione walks over, looks at the
picture.

HARRY
This is him, Hermione. The one I
saw in Gregorovitch’s wandshop.
The thief. Miss Bagshot, who is
he?
She looks at him, then jerks her head toward the stairs.

HARRY
She wants us to go upstairs.

HERMIONE
All right...

As Hermione moves, Bathilda shakes her head, points at
Harry.

HARRY
She wants me to go. Alone.

HERMIONE
Why?

HARRY
It’s all right. You stay here.

HERMIONE
Harry...

Harry holds up his hand, silencing her, then follows
Bathilda. Just before he disappears, he looks back and
winks, but Hermione doesn’t look reassured.

can i just say, he fucking WINKS at her. WHAT IS THAT? he's NEVER done something like that before... yeah yeah, locket wearing and all but i dunno, it just seems funny like something dan would do not harry... oh kloves, you human you, you totally ship them like a shipping thing

~~

132 INT. BAGSHOT HOUSE - BEDROOM - SAME TIME - NIGHT 132

Harry watches as Bathilda moves closer, transfixed by her
milky eyes. The Horcrux on his chest TWITCHES.

BATHILDA BAGSHOT
(in Parseltongue)
You are Potter?

HARRY
(in Parseltongue)
Yes.

133 INT. BAGSHOT HOUSE - HALLWAY/KITCHEN - SAME TIME - NIGHT 133

As Hermione nears the kitchen, she eyes the CLOUD of
SPECKS swarming the wall curiously. The BUZZING GROWS to
a HISS as the room... comes INTO VIEW. Hermione GASPS.
CLOTTED BLOOD streaks the sink and great wide swaths of
RED stain the floor where HUNDREDS OF FLIES swarm.

BATHILDA BAGSHOT (O.S.)
(in Parseltongue)
I have something for you...

Hermione’s gaze rises, to the ceiling, to the HEATING
VENT, from which the hissing voice has just come.

135 INT. SERPENTINE STAIRCASE - SAME TIME - NIGHT 135

Hermione, wand drawn, ascends the stairs.

136 INT. BAGSHOT HOUSE - BEDROOM - SAME TIME - NIGHT 136

Harry peers at the foul laundry, moving closer, when, out
of the corner of his eye, Bathilda moves weirdly. He
wheels and watches in horror as...

Bathilda’s old body collapses and Nagini pours from her
neck. As Harry raises his wand, Nagini STRIKES, piercing
his forearm. His wand flies out of his hand, its light
spinning dizzily around the room. Nagini’s tail swings
about, knocks Harry’s legs out from under him.

HERMIONE (O.S.)
Harry!

As Harry rolls onto his back, gasping for breath,
Nagini’s massive body rolls over him, the Horcrux ticking
feverishly against his chest. As Harry ROARS in pain,
the lenses of his GLASSES fracture.

The bedroom door swings open, reveals Hermione
silhouetted against the stairwell, wand poised. A FLASH
OF RED LIGHT ricochets around the room and Nagini’s tail
whips angrily about, shattering the bedroom window.
Hermione dives aside and Harry covers his face as the
curtains burst into flames and shards of glass shower the
room in a rush of cold air.

As Harry reclaims his wand and rises, Nagini’s body
uncoils in fury, splintering furniture and blasting holes
into the walls.

HERMIONE
Confringo!

As Hermione’s spell caroms off the trembling walls, we
see both her and Harry reflected in a MIRROR. He leaps,
sweeping her toward the smoldering window. As they pitch
themselves into the night, the mirror EXPLODES and shards
of glass, reflecting bits of Hermione and Harry and the
giant snake, tumble in the night, slowly vanishing
into... nothingness.

okay, that made more sense reading it cos i saw this movie twice and was all WHA? it moved so fast and it was so fricken dark...

!!

137 EXT. RIVER/WOODS (FOREST OF DEAN) - DAY 137

Weirdly quiet. Like the memory of a day long ago. A
lone figure -- Hermione -- walks from the river to the
woods, a pail of water in hand, leaving silent footprints
in the FROST that glitters on the ground.

138 INT. TENT (FOREST OF DEAN) - EARLY MORNING 138

DARKNESS. For a moment, we hear nothing. Then,
Hermione’s voice SOFTLY WHISPERS:

HERMIONE (O.S.)
Harry... Harry, can you hear
me...?

HARRY (O.S.)
Yes.

HERMIONE (O.S.)
Good. That’s good...

HARRY (O.S.)
We got away.

HERMIONE (O.S.)
Yes.

HARRY (O.S.)
Are you alright?

HERMIONE (O.S.)
I’m fine. But you’ve been sick.
Rest... Rest a bit more...

All stays DARK...

139 EXT. TENT (FOREST OF DEAN) - MORNING 139

Hermione sits reading a BOOK by the fire. The hillside
is glorious, overlooking a vast valley.

HARRY (O.S.)
You’ve outdone yourself this time.

Hermione turns, finds Harry standing outside the tent,
admiring the view. He looks pale, battle-worn.

HERMIONE
The Forest of Dean. I came here
once with my mum and dad, years
ago. It’s just how I remember it.
The trees. The river. It’s like
nothing’s changed. Not true, of
course. Everything’s changed. If
I brought my parents here, they
wouldn’t recognize any of it. Not
the trees. Not the river. Not...
me.

HARRY
Where are they?

HERMIONE
Wendell and Monica Wilkens now
reside happily in Sydney,
Australia. They have two dogs,
run a small sweet shop, but floss
daily. No children.

She smiles, then it fades.

HERMIONE
Maybe we should just stay here,
Harry. Grow old.

Harry has no words. She inhales, shakes off her tears.

HERMIONE
You wanted to know who the boy in
the photograph was. Well, I know.

Hermione holds up the book in her lap: The Life and Lies
of Albus Dumbledore.

HERMIONE
It was in Bathilda’s sitting room.
Rita Skeeter had sent it to her.
Harry, it doesn’t make for very
nice reading --

HARRY
Who is he, Hermione? The thief?
Did Dumbledore know him?

HERMIONE
Yes.

HARRY
Well?

HERMIONE
For a time.

HARRY
Tell me, Hermione. Who is he?

HERMIONE
Gellert Grindelwald. He’s not
very well known in Britain, but
there was a time, before You-Know-
Who...

HARRY
Hermione, I don’t need to have
read A History of Magic to know
who Gellert Grindelwald is.

Hermione nods, hands him the book, open to a PHOTOGRAPH
of a TEENAGED DUMBLEDORE laughing with another BOY
(GELLERT GRINDELWALD). The caption: “For the Greater
Good? Dark Days; Dumbledore and Grindelwald.” On the
opposite page is a PHOTOGRAPH of Grindelwald in later
days, clad in black, holding a JAGGED WAND -- no longer
the carefree lad of youth.

HERMIONE
When Grindelwald was seventeen, he
was expelled from Durmstrang.
He’d started doing some twisted
things at school -- experiments.
A few teachers had always
protected him, but they couldn’t
anymore. After he left, he
traveled for awhile, then ended up
in Godric’s Hollow where his great
aunt lived, Bathilda Bagshot.

HARRY
Get to the hard part, Hermione.

HERMIONE
She introduced him to Dumbledore.
It made sense. Dumbledore’s
mother had just died, Grindelwald
was troubled and they were both
brilliant -- they’d never really
had anyone they could talk to on
the same level. They did a lot of
talking that summer. But they
always returned to one particular
subject.

Harry looks up.

HERMIONE
Wizard rule over Muggles.

HARRY
And Dumbledore believed in it?

HERMIONE
Yes.

Harry nods, looking at the photograph again.

HARRY
‘For the Greater Good.’ What does
that mean?

HERMIONE
It was something Dumbledore came
up with. He believed wizards were
superior and should rule over
Muggles, but gently, for their own
good. Grindelwald took a more
violent position.

Harry shakes his head, staring at the book.

HERMIONE
It was a different time, Harry.
It was one summer. Dumbledore was
young --

HARRY
We’re young, Hermione. And here
we are, risking our lives to fight
against the very thing Dumbledore
supported.

HERMIONE
He changed, Harry. Years later,
it was Dumbledore who put
Grindelwald in prison.

Harry stares at the photograph of the laughing thief one
last moment, then tosses the book away.

HARRY
Where’s my wand? I’ll take the
watch.

Hermione hesitates. Her expression makes him
apprehensive.

HARRY
Hermione. Where’s my wand?

She points. There, lying by the fire, is a shattered
stick. He picks it up gently, sees that it is nearly
severed in two. One fragile strand of phoenix feather
holds it together.

HERMIONE
It’s my fault. As we were leaving
Godric’s Hollow, I cast a curse
and it rebounded... I’m sorry,
Harry, I tried to mend it but
wands are different --

HARRY
It’s done.

HERMIONE
Maybe we can --

HARRY
It’s done.

His tone puts an end to it. She nods.

HARRY
Leave me yours. You get back in
the warm. And give me that.

Harry gestures to the locket. Hermione starts to speak,
then simply hands it over. She starts to leave, pauses.

HERMIONE
He loved you, Harry. I know he
loved you.

She trails her fingers lightly over his hair, and he
closes his eyes.

GUYS! KLOVES LEFT IT IN!!! HE LEFT IT IIIIIIN!!! THIS SCENE IN THE BOOK? SHE BELIEVES FOR HIM. OH. MY HEAAAAAART. KLOVES YOU MAGNIFICENT SHIPPING BASTARD. I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH. JUST. OH.

++

Ron nods and then Harry sweeps a layer of frost from a
flat rock, lays the locket down.

HARRY
On three. One. Two. Three.
(in Parseltongue)
Take me inside...

^^

Harry eyes the shattered locket, then turns his gaze on
Ron who stands alone, sword dangling from the end of his
arm, chest heaving.

Harry scoops up the locket and examines it. Riddle’s
eyes are gone, the silk lining stained and faintly
smoking. Ron lets the sword fall to the ground, drops to
his knees. Harry steps forward and -- carefully --
places a hand upon his shoulder.

HARRY
After you left, she cried for a
week. She’s like my sister.

RON
I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left.

HARRY
You’ve sort of made up for it
tonight. Getting the sword.
Finishing off the Horcrux.

RON
Saving your life.

HARRY
That too.
They both stare at the remains of the locket.

RON
And just think of it. Only three
to go.

for all my flisters who were all WHERE WAS THE SISTER LINE?! it was in there! yay! i have feelings about that line but i'll save that for another post...

**

145

HERMIONE
And exactly how is it you have the
Sword of Gryffindor?
HARRY
It’s a long story.
Hermione ponders this, baffled, then looks back at Ron.

HERMIONE
Don’t think this changes anything.

RON
No, of course not. I only
destroyed a bloody freaking
Horcrux! Why would that change
anything! Do you know what it was
like for me to hear those words
coming from you! To see you doing
those things --
Ron stops.

HERMIONE
See me doing what things?
Ron blinks, mortified. Hermione turns to Harry.

HERMIONE
What happened out there?

HARRY
(at a loss, then)
It’s a long story.

RON
Look, I wanted to come back the
minute I’d left. I just... didn’t
know how to find you.

HARRY
Exactly how did you find us?

RON
With this.

Ron reaches into his pocket, pulls out the Deluminator.

*&*

151 INT. LOVEGOOD HOUSE - PRESS ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON 151

Great tottering towers of Quibbler back-issues rise to
the ceiling while an old-fashioned WOODEN PRINTING PRESS
chugs away in the center of the room, spitting out new
ones.

XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD
Excuse me.

As Lovegood steps to the wheezing press, the trio glance
at past QUIBBLERS laying about: MUGGLE MURDERS RISE,
DOZENS DIE AS DEATH EATERS ATTACK, HARRY IN HIDING, WHERE
IS THE CHOSEN ONE? YOU-KNOW-WHO CLAIMS ANOTHER VICTIM:
QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP CANCELLED AMID DEATH THREATS.
Abruptly, the press goes silent and Lovegood turns.

XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD
So. What brings you here, Mr.
Potter?

HARRY
Well, sir, we need some help.

XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD
Ah. Help. I see. Yes, well, the
thing is, helping Harry Potter,
rather dangerous these days...

The trio exchange glances.

RON
Aren’t you the one who keeps
telling everyone it’s their first
duty to help Harry?

XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD
I have expressed that view, yes.
In the past. Would you excuse me
one moment. I shall return
shortly and, um, try to help
you...

Lovegood dashes from the room.

HARRY
What’s going on here?

RON
He’s mental. Let’s face it.
Luna’s always good value, but
she’s nutty as squirrel poo.

Just then, Hermione GASPS, points to an ENORMOUS SPIRAL
HORN mounted on the wall.

HERMIONE
Do you see that?

RON
Well, yeah, of course. It’s
massive, isn’t it?

HERMIONE
No! Don’t go near it!

Harry stops.

HERMIONE
It’s an Erumpent horn. It’s a
Class B Tradeable Material.

Harry and Ron exchange a “she’s mental” glance.

RON
Yeah, all right...

then it's stories and exposition time about the symbol and then this bit of trio awsomeness got cut

Lovegood’s focus abruptly wavers, sadness in his eyes,
then he blinks, eyes the tea kettle.

XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD
Ah, but your tea’s grown cold.
Excuse me, I'll be right back.

RON
(as Lovegood exits)
Let’s get out of here once he’s
back. I’m not touching this
stuff, hot or cold.

HARRY
(lost in thought)
Which one would you choose if you
could? Of the Deathly Hallows?

HERMIONE
It’s obvious, isn’t it?

All three speak at once:

RON
The Wand.

HERMIONE
The Cloak.

HARRY
The Stone.

They glance at each other, amused.

RON
You’re supposed to say the Cloak,
but who wants to spend all day
being invisible. Dead boring if
you ask me. But an unbeatable
wand!


HERMIONE
Its owner grew drunk with power
and was murdered.

RON
Yeah, but imagine what a short
wicked life you’d lead.

HERMIONE
(rolling her eyes)
Why the Stone, Harry?

HARRY
Well, you could bring people back,
couldn’t you? Mad-Eye.
Dumbledore. Sirius. Anybody.

HERMIONE
(gentle)
But according to the story they
don’t want to come back. It’s all
rubbish anyway. There’s no such
thing as the Deathly Hallows.

HARRY
But I have one. The Invisibility
Cloak my father left me.

HERMIONE
There have always been Cloaks --

RON
Not like Harry’s. I’ve seen a
fair few. Dad used to bring home
the ones the Ministry confiscated
from petty thieves and the like.
They always got holes or tears.
Harry’s is different. It’s
perfect.

HARRY
And I think I’ve actually held the
Resurrection Stone in my hands,
that night in Dumbledore’s office
when he showed me the ring he’d
destroyed, the Horcrux. It had a
symbol on it. Now I think it was
the mark of the Hallows.

The trio stand silently when Lovegood returns.

&&

159

SCABIOR
What’s your name?

HARRY
Dudely. Vernon Dudley.

SCABIOR
Check the list. And you, ginger?

RON
Stan Shunpike.

SCABIOR
Like ‘ell you are. We know skinny
Stan. Try again.

Greyback, his boot to Ron’s neck, presses harder.

RON
Weasley...
(making it up)
Barney Weasley.

SCABIOR
Weasley, eh? Wouldn’t be related
to that blood traitor Arthur
Weasley, would you?

RON
Piss off! Arthur Weasley’s ten
times the wizard you are!

SCABIOR
Worth ten times you if I can find
him. Wasn’t you that tipped him
off, was it?
Ron stays mute. Scabior turns to Hermione.

SCABIOR
How ‘bout you, lovely? What do
they call you...?

HERMIONE
Penelope Clearwater. Half-blood.

Scabior strokes the nape of Hermione’s neck, then takes
her hair in hand, sniffs it.

SCABIOR
You smell like vanilla, Penelope.
I think you’re going to be my
favorite.

SNATCHER
There’s no Vernon Dudley on ‘ere.

@@

161 EXT. MALFOY MANOR - NIGHT (MOMENTS LATER) 161

Scabior and the others escort Harry, Ron and Hermione
past the yew hedges. Hermione eyes the white peacock,
looking like a ghostly lawn ornament. Harry WHISPERS:

HARRY
What did you put on me?

HERMIONE
A Stinging Jinx.

HARRY
How long will it last?

HERMIONE
Not long.

Harry glances down, sees his GLASSES cupped in Hermione’s
palm. As he slips them into his pocket, the group
suddenly slows. Up ahead, on the other side of the gate,
BELLATRIX, LUCIUS and NARCISSA approach. Scabior grabs
Harry’s arm, pushes his face up to the iron bars.
Bellatrix steps close.

BELLATRIX
Show me.

Scabior reaches out and pushes Harry’s hair off his
forehead.

Bellatrix points her wand, illuminating the skin.
Slowly, she smiles. Despite the swelling, one intriguing
feature can be seen. A SCAR. In the shape of a
LIGHTNING BOLT? We HOLD, then...

CUT TO BLACK.

THE END

WHAT?! Wow. I am so glad the movie didn't end there. That would've SUCKED!
 
 
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Sunny: HP subtextsunny_serenity on January 14th, 2011 08:08 pm (UTC)
GOD. THIS MAN. I hold him solely responsible for intensifying my love for this ship. MAGNIFICENT BASTARD.
dillpickle: Rapunzel WTFpoppypickle on January 12th, 2011 08:47 pm (UTC)
Hermione reaches out,
touches his face lightly.
Sunny: Buffy OMG Willsunny_serenity on January 14th, 2011 08:09 pm (UTC)
I read that like this: o_________0 DOES THIS HAPPEN IN THE BOOK?! RANDOM INTIMATE TOUCHING?!?!? *DIES*
dillpickle: H/Hr Dancepoppypickle on January 12th, 2011 09:01 pm (UTC)
And more thoughts...
HARRY
And what gets you through the day?

HERMIONE
We’ve all made sacrifices, Harry.


GUH.

Hermione studies Harry’s bitter profile, then the house,
careful not to disturb the moment with words.


Kiiiiiiiiiiiids.

HERMIONE
He loved you, Harry. I know he
loved you.

She trails her fingers lightly over his hair, and he
closes his eyes.


I am dead. Of course Kloves left this in. He's so frakking brilliant.

HARRY
After you left, she cried for a
week. She’s like my sister.


LMAO. OH KLOVES. It's so stitled and out of nowhere. Like he couldn't figure out how to put it in. Because it's untrue.

RON
No, of course not. I only
destroyed a bloody freaking
Horcrux! Why would that change
anything! Do you know what it was
like for me to hear those words
coming from you! To see you doing
those things --
Ron stops.

HERMIONE
See me doing what things?
Ron blinks, mortified. Hermione turns to Harry.

HERMIONE
What happened out there?

HARRY
(at a loss, then)
It’s a long story.


OH MY FUCKING GOD I WISH THIS HAD BEEN IN THERE. It's like straight out of fanfiction LOL. GUH.

I also love the Trio scene where they say which hallow they would wish for. I loved that scene in the book, but I can see why it was cut from the film. It's not *ncecessary*.



Sunny: HP o childrensunny_serenity on January 14th, 2011 08:13 pm (UTC)
ASDFKJFAEWR423GV'A KLWRT153!@$#!~% ~!@#$%! KLOVES YOU FANTASTIC PERSON OF A BEING HOW ARE YOU HUMAN?!?!?! I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVARRRRRRRRR.

May not be necessary but it totally makes me love their friendship and sometimes you need that kind of reminder/moment after all the shenanigans, you know? But yeah, I see why they took that out.
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Sunny: HP epic bromance is bromanticsunny_serenity on January 14th, 2011 08:13 pm (UTC)
THEIR BROMANCE IS SO EPICALLY BROMANTIC.
brittany ♥fallenmelody on January 12th, 2011 10:55 pm (UTC)
fdnklsjhnsdgh, KLOVES, I LOVE YOU.

and i am so jealous you got your hands on the script! lucky. :D
Sunny: HP that looksunny_serenity on January 14th, 2011 08:14 pm (UTC)
BEST PERSON TO EXIST. EVER. KLOVES, I GIVE YOU MY FIRST BORN.

ya want? it's in PDF form.
brittany ♥fallenmelody on January 15th, 2011 11:49 pm (UTC)
HAHA, SERIOUSLY, YES.

yes, please, that would be amaaaazing. ♥
Sunny: HP watch me burnsunny_serenity on January 16th, 2011 03:25 am (UTC)
link!

...and bask in all that is bestowed upon thee by GOD KLOVES.

Edited at 2011-01-16 03:26 am (UTC)
brittany ♥: potter › burn it to the ground.fallenmelody on January 16th, 2011 03:53 am (UTC)
sdgksdg, thank you! ♥
Sunny: FF River squeesunny_serenity on January 16th, 2011 04:06 am (UTC)
i am nothing if not an enabler. ^___^
A Figure Of Speech: [harry potter]afigureofspeech on January 13th, 2011 10:22 pm (UTC)
This is pretty cool. I would have loved to see some of this stuff in the film. I can't wait to see what the DVD extras will be.

You know, in some interview the director dude talked about how Dan and Emma did the dance scene, and it was all perfect and lovely and way too professional, so they redid it to what we saw in the theater. I'd really like to see the original dance, just for the pretty. :)
Sunny: HP dancesunny_serenity on January 14th, 2011 08:17 pm (UTC)
Right? I will be very tempted to be first in line to get this movie on dvd... but then I'll wait for the super ultimate speshal edition they will inevitably come out with a year after Part 2 has been on dvd.

I saw that! That was the BTS special thing they did. I wanna see that too... you know what I kinda hate about the DVDs? Is the sore lack of commentary. I want KIIIIIIIIIDS commentary and KIIIIIIIIIIIDS and DIRECTOR commentary and KIIIIIIIIIIDS and director and producer and WRITER commentary.
revelation means nothing herei_rise_inside on January 15th, 2011 06:37 pm (UTC)
oh goddddd, i needed this, yes yes. brb reading this a hundred times over!
Sunny: HP wintersunny_serenity on January 16th, 2011 04:11 am (UTC)
KLOVES IS THE GATE KEEPER OF HARMONY. MAGNIFICENT HUMAN.
madderbrad: Me ... and RON?madderbrad on January 25th, 2011 10:33 am (UTC)
I liked this bit:

    Harry’s eyes flutter open. He sees Hermione, beautiful in the amber dusk, standing a bit away, studying him.

That's squarely addressing the issue and grasping the nettle - Harry sees Hermione as *beautiful*.

Now, what 'brother' would see a 'sister' like that? I ask you!!
Sunny: HP dancesunny_serenity on January 25th, 2011 08:08 pm (UTC)
Kloves loves H/Hr almost as much as we do... if not more.

Oh god, the 'sister' line. There are so many feelings I have about that. I should make that a post.