Harry Potter And The Half-blood Prince Page #5

I think of that?

Who are you going with?

Um, it's a surprise.

Anyways, you have got to worry about.

You can't take anyone.

You see that girl

over there?

That's Romilda Vane.

Harry, she's been been trying

to smuggle you a love potion.

Really?

Hey!

She's only interested in you because

she thinks you're the Chosen One.

But I am

the Chosen One.

Okay, sorry, um...

Kidding.

I'll ask someone I like.

Someone cool.

I've never been

to this part of the castle.

At least,

not while awake.

I sleep-walk, you see.

That's why

I wear shoes to bed.

Harmonia nictere passus.

Harmonia nictere passus.

Harmonia nictere passus.

Drink?

Neville.

I didn't get

into the Slug Club.

It's okay, though.

He's got Melvin hanging up

towels in the looroom.

I'm--I'm fine, mate.

Thanks.

Okay.

Hermione,

what are you doing?

What happened to you?

No, I've just escaped.

I mean, I left Cormac

under the mistletoe.

Cormac?

That's who you invited?

I thought it would

annoy Ron the most.

Thank you very much.

We will catch up with you.

He's got more tentacles

than a Snargaluff plant.

- Dragon tails?

- No, I'm fine, thank you.

Just this one.

They give one horribly bad breath.

On second thoughts,

it might keep Cormac away.

God, here he comes.

I think she just went

to paddle her nose.

She's a little minx,

your friend.

Nice to work.

How nasty isn't she?

Yeah, yeah,

yeah.

What is this I'm eating,

by the way?

Dragon balls.

You've just brought yourself

a month's detention, McLaggen.

Not so quick, Potter.

Sir, I really think I should

rejoin the party. My date--

Can surely survive your absence

for another minute or two.

Besides, I only wish

to convey a message.

- Message?

- From Professor Dumbledore.

He asked me to give you his best

and he hopes you enjoy your holidays.

He...

He's travelling.

And he won't return

until term resumes.

Travelling where?

How are you?

Get your hands off me,

you filthy Squibb.

Professor Slughorn, sir.

I just discovered this boy

lurking in an upstairs corridor.

He claims to have been

invited to your party.

Okay, okay,

I was gate-crashing.

Happy?

I'll escort him out.

Certainly, Professor.

Alright, everyone carry on,

carry on.

Maybe I did hex that Bell girl.

Maybe I didn't.

What about you?

I swore to protect you.

I made the Unbreakable Vow.

I don't need protection.

I was chosen

for this.

I don't know

what all this mean,

- but I won't fail him.

- You're afraid, Draco.

You attempt to consider,

but it's obvious,

- let me assist you.

- No.

I was chosen.

This is my moment.

Unbreakable Vow.

You sure that's what Snape said?

Positive. Why?

It's just, you can't break

an Unbreakable Vow.

I-I worked that much out

for myself, funny enough.

I don't understand.

Oh bloody hell.

I miss you.

Lovely.

All she wants to do

is snog me.

My lips

are getting chapped, look.

Then I'll take

your word for it.

So what happens

to you?

What happens

if you break an Unbreakable Vow?

You die.

Voldemort has chosen

Draco Malfoy for a mission?

- I know it sounds mad.

- Has it occured to you, Harry,

that Snape was simply pretending

to offer Draco help

so he could find out

what he was up to?

Ginny!

That's not

what it sounded like.

Perhaps Harry

is right, Remus.

I mean, to make

an Unbreakable Vow--

It comes down to whether or not

you trust Dumbledore's judgement.

Dumbledore trusts Snape,

therefore, I do.

Dumbledore

can make mistakes.

- He said so himself.

- You are blinded by hatred.

- I'm not.

- Yes, you are.

People are disappearing,

Harry. Daily.

We could only place our trust

in a handful of people.

If we started fighting

amongst ourselves,

we're doomed.

Ginny!

Open up, you.

Don't you trust me?

It's good.

Just, uh, get...

- Pie?

- Not for me. No.

You'll have to forgive

Remus.

It takes its toll,

his condition.

Are you alright,

Mr. Weasley?

We're being followed,

all of us.

Most days, Molly doesn't

leave the house.

It's not been easy.

Did you get my owl?

Yes, I did.

If Dumbledore is traveling,

then perhaps news to the Ministry,

but perhaps that's the way

Dumbledore wants it.

As for Draco Malfoy...

I know a bit more.

- Go on.

- I sent an agent to Borgin and Burkes.

I think from

what you described...

What you and Ron

saw at the end of summer,

the object that Draco

is so interested in,

is a Vanishing Cabinet.

A "Vanishing Cabinet"?

They were all the rage

when Voldemort first rose to power.

You can see the appeal.

Should the Death Eaters

come knocking,

one simply have to slip inside

and disappear for an hour or two.

It transports you

practically anywhere.

Tricky contraptions, though.

Very temperamental.

What happened to it?

The one

at Borgin and Burkes?

Nothing.

It's still there.

It was delicious,

Molly, really.

Are you sure

you won't stay?

No, we should go.

The first night of the cycle's

always the worst.

Remus?

Sweetheart.

Has Ron

gone to bed?

Um, not yet. No.

Shoelace...

Merry Christmas, Harry.

Merry Christmas.

- Harry, no!

- Harry! Remus.

Ginny!

I killed Sirius Black!

I killed Sirius Black!

You coming to get me?

Get me!

He's trying to get me!

Harry?

Stupefy!

Harry!

Ginny!

Molly.

It's so easy for them

to get to you.

You're bloody lucky

you weren't killed.

You have to realise

who you are, Harry!

I know who I am,

Hermione, alright.

Sorry.

Hon, go somewhere.

That's my Won-Won.

Excuse me,

I have to go and vomit.

...Always you ruin

half the start.

Sir, is it true that

Professor Merrythought is retiring?

Tom, I couldn't tell you

if I knew, could I?

And by the way,

thank you for the pineapple.

You're quite right.

It is my favorite.

But how did you know?

Intuition.

Good gracious,

is it that time already?

Off you go, boys, or Professor Dippett

will have us all in detention.

Look sharp, Tom.

Don't be caught

out of bed after hours.

Is something

on your mind, Tom?

Yes, sir.

See, I couldnt think of

anyone else to go to.

The other professors...

Well, they're not like you.

They might

misunderstand.

Go on.

I was in the library

the other night.

In the restricted section.

And I picked something

rather odd about this rare magic.

I thought perhaps,

you could illuminate me.

It's called, as I understand it,

Hor...

I beg your pardon?

I don't know anything about such things

and if I did,

I wouldn't tell you.

Now get out of here

at once

and dont let me ever catch you

mentioning them again!

Confused?

I'd be surprised if you weren't.

I don't understand.

What happened?

This is perhaps the most important

memory I had collected.

It is also a lie.

This memory has been tempered with

by the same person whose memory it is.

Our old friend,

Professor Slughorn.

But why would he temper

with his own memory?

I suspect

he's ashamed of it.

Why?

Why, indeed.

I asked you to get to know

Professor Slughorn

and you had done so.

Now I want you to persuade him

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