Harry Potter and Deathly Hallows: Part 1

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These are dark times,

there is no denying.

Our world has, perhaps, faced

no greater threat than it does today.

But I say this to our citizenry:

We, ever your servants...

...will continue to

defend your liberty...

...and repel the forces

that seek to take it from you.

Your Ministry remains...

...strong.

Hermione. Tea's ready, darling.

Coming, Mom.

Come on, Dudley, hurry up.

I still don't understand

why we have to leave.

Because, uh, it's not

safe for us here anymore.

Ron, tell your father

supper's nearly ready.

Is this in Australia?

Looks wonderful, doesn't it?

Three and a half thousand

kilometers along Australia's east coast.

Obliviate.

Severus.

I was beginning to worry

you had lost your way.

Come, we've saved you a seat.

You bring news, I trust?

It will happen Saturday

next, at nightfall.

I've heard differently, my Lord.

Dawlish, the Auror, has let

slip that the Potter boy...

...will not be moved until

the 30th of this month.

The day before he turns 17.

This is a false trail.

The Auror Office no longer plays any

part in the protection of Harry Potter.

Those closest to him believe

we have infiltrated the Ministry.

Well, they got that

right, haven't they?

What say you, Pius?

One hears many

things, my Lord.

Whether the truth is

among them is not clear.

Heh. Spoken like

a true politician.

You will, I think,

prove most useful, Pius.

- Where will he be taken, the boy?

- To a safe house.

Most likely the home of someone

in the Order.

I'm told it's been given every

manner of protection possible.

Once there, it will be

impractical to attack him.

Ahem. My Lord. I'd like to

volunteer myself for this task.

I want to kill the boy.

Wormtail!

Have I not spoken to you

about keeping our guest quiet?

Yes, my Lord.

Right away, my Lord.

As inspiring as I find

your bloodlust, Bellatrix...

...I must be the one

to kill Harry Potter.

But I face an

unfortunate complication.

That my wand and Potter's

share the same core.

They are, in some ways, twins.

We can wound, but not

fatally harm one another.

If I am to kill him...

...I must do it with

another's wand.

Come, surely one of you

would like the honor?

Mm?

What about you, Lucius?

My Lord?

"My Lord?"

I require your wand.

Do I detect elm?

Yes, my Lord.

And the core?

Dragon. Ahem.

Dragon heartstring, my Lord.

- Dragon heartstring.

- Mm.

To those of you

who do not know...

...we are joined tonight

by Miss Charity Burbage...

...who, until recently, taught at Hogwarts

School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Her specialty was

Muggle Studies.

It is Miss Burbage's belief that

Muggles are not so different from us.

She would, given her way...

...have us mate with them.

To her, the mixture of magical and

Muggle blood is not an abomination...

...but something to be encouraged.

Severus.

Severus, please.

We're friends.

Avada Kedavra!

Nagini.

Dinner.

- Hello, Harry.

- All right. Wow.

Hello.

- You're looking fit.

- Yeah, he's absolutely gorgeous.

What say we get undercover

before someone murders him?

Evening.

I thought you were looking

after the Prime Minister.

You are more important.

- Hello, Harry. Bill Weasley.

- Oh. Pleasure to meet you.

- He was never always this handsome.

- Dead ugly.

True enough.

Owe it all to a werewolf,

name of Greyback.

- Hope to repay the favor one day.

- You're still beautiful to me, William.

Just remember, Fleur, Bill takes

his steaks on the raw side now.

My husband, the joker.

By the way, wait till you hear

the news. Remus and I--

All right. We'll have time

for a cozy catch-up later.

We've got to get the hell

out of here. And soon.

Potter, you're underage, which means

you've still got the Trace on you.

What's the Trace?

If you sneeze, the Ministry

will know who wipes your nose.

We have to use those means of

transport the Trace can't detect:

Brooms, Thestrals and

the like. We go in pairs.

That way, if anyone's out there waiting

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

...they won't know which

Harry Potter is the real one.

The real one?

I believe you're familiar

with this particular brew.

No. Absolutely not.

I told you he'd take it well.

No, if you think I'm gonna let

everyone risk their lives for me, I--

- Never done that before, have we?

- No. No. This is different.

I mean, taking that,

becoming me. No.

Well, none of us

really fancy it, mate.

Imagine if something went wrong, and

we ended up a scrawny, specky git forever.

Everyone here is of age, Potter.

They've all agreed

to take the risk.

Technically, I've been coerced.

Mundungus Fletcher,

Mr. Potter.

- Always been a huge admirer.

- Nip it, Mundungus.

All right, Granger,

as discussed.

- Blimey, Hermione.

- Straight in here, if you please.

For those of you who haven't taken

Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning:

It tastes like goblin piss.

Have a lot of experiences

with that, do you, Mad-Eye?

Just trying to

diffuse the tension.

Oh.

Ugh.

Wow, we're identical.

Not yet, you're not.

Haven't got anything a bit

more sporting, have you?

I don't really fancy this color.

Well, fancy this, you're

not you. So shut it and strip.

All right, all right.

You'll need to change too, Potter.

Bill, look away. I'm hideous.

I knew she was lying

about that tattoo.

Harry, your eyesight

really is awful.

Right, then. We'll be pairing off.

Each Potter will have a protector.

Mundungus, stick tight to me.

I wanna keep an eye on you.

- As for Harry--

- Yes?

The real Harry.

- Where the devil are you, anyway?

- Here.

You'll ride with Hagrid.

I brought you here 16 years ago when

you were no bigger than a Bowtruckle.

Seems only right that I should be

the one to take you away now.

Yes, it's all very

touching. Let's go.

Head for the Burrows.

We'll rendezvous there.

On the count of three.

Hold tight, Harry.

One...

...two...

...three!

- Which one?

- Where are you?

He's on your right!

He's over there!

Down!

Hagrid, we have to

help the others!

I can't do that, Harry.

Mad-Eye's orders.

Hang on.

Stupefy!

Hang on, Harry.

Hagrid.

No. No.

Harry.

Harry. Hagrid.

What happened?

Where are the others?

Is no one else back?

They were on us right from the

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

Well, thank goodness

you two are all right.

The Death Eaters were

waiting for us. It was an ambush.

Ron and Tonks should've

already been back.

Dad and Fred as well.

Here!

Quick. Into the house.

Oh, my boy.

Oh. Oh.

- Lupin!

- What are you doing?

What creature sat

in the corner...

...the first time Harry Potter

visited my office in Hogwarts?

- Are you mad?

- What creature?!

A Grindylow.

We've been betrayed.

Voldemort knew you were

being moved tonight.

I had to make sure you

weren't an impostor.

Wait.

The last words Albus Dumbledore

spoke to the pair of us?

"Harry is the best hope

we have. Trust him."

What gave you away?

Hedwig, I think. She was

trying to protect me.

Thanks.

Deserves that.

Brilliant, he was.

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