Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

I don't know about you, it's

just too hot today, isn't it?

And it's going to get even worse.

Temperatures up in the mid-30s Celsius...

...that's the mid-90s Fahrenheit,

tomorrow, maybe even hitting 100.

So, please, remember to

cover up and stay cool...

...with the hottest hits on your FM dial.

Come on, guys, time to go home.

Come on, love, off you get.

- Do we have to?

- Yes, we do.

I'll make you your favorite

dinner to compensate.

He squealed like a pig, didn't he?

Yeah, brilliant punch, Big D.

Did you see his face?

Hey, Big D.

Beat up another

- This one deserved it.

- Yeah.

- Five against one, very brave.

- Well, you're one to talk.

Moaning in your sleep every night?

At least I'm not afraid of my pillow.

"Don't kill Cedric."

Who's Cedric, your boyfriend?

- Shut up.

- "He's going to kill me, Mum."

Where is your mum?

Where is your mum, Potter?

She dead?

Is she dead?

Is she a dead Pott...?

- Dudley.

- Dudley, let's go.

- What's going on?

- What are you doing?

- I'm not doing anything.

- We're getting out of here, Dudley.

Come on, Dudley, hurry up.

Dudley, run.

Expecto Patronum.

Mrs. Figg.

Don't put away your wand, Harry.

They might come back.

Dementors in Little Whinging, whatever next?

- Whole world's gone topsy-turvy. -

I don't understand. How do you know...?

Dumbledore asked me to keep an eye on you.

Dumbledore asked you? You know Dumbledore?

After You-Know-Who killed that

poor Diggory boy last year...

...did you expect him to let

you go wandering on your own?

Good Lord, boy. They told

me you were intelligent.

Now, get inside and stay there.

Expect someone will be in touch soon.

Whatever happens, don't leave the house.

It is hot. That's right, hot everywhere.

There's sweat. There's stifling.

Diddykins?

Is that you?

Duddy. Vernon, come quick.

We're going to have to take him to a hospital.

Who did this to you, boy?

Happy, are we, now?

You've finally done it. You've

finally driven him loopy.

Vernon, don't say that.

Well, just look at him,

Petunia. Our boy has gone yumpy.

I've reached my limit, do you hear?

This is the last I'm gonna

take of you and your nonsense.

- Dear Mr. Potter.

- What?

The Ministry has received intelligence

that at 6:
23 this evening...

...you performed the Patronus

Charm in the presence of a Muggle.

As a clear violation...

...of the Decree for the Reasonable

Restriction of Underage Sorcery...

...you are hereby expelled...

...from Hogwarts School

of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Hoping you are well, Mafalda Hopkirk.

Justice.

He's not very well.

Sorry, Hedwig.

Very clean, these Muggles.

- Tonks, for God's sake.

- Unnatural.

Professor Moody.

- What are you doing here?

- Rescuing you, of course.

But where are we going? The

letter said I've been expelled.

You haven't been. Not yet.

Kingsley, you take point.

But the letter said...

Dumbledore persuaded the minister

to suspend your expulsion...

- ... pending a formal hearing.

- A hearing?

Don't worry. We'll explain everything

when we get back to headquarters.

Not here, Nymphadora.

Don't call me Nymphadora.

Stay in formation, everyone. Don't

break ranks if one of us is killed.

Come on, you, around the corner.

Come on.

In you go, son.

There've been no sightings.

No deaths. No proof.

He almost killed Harry. If

that isn't proof enough...

Yes, but guarding you-know-what

is the most important...

We must trust Dumbledore on this.

Was he able to protect Harry last year?

Well, tonight I say it's time to take action.

Cornelius Fudge is a politician

first and a wizard second.

- His instinct would be to ignore it...

- Keep your voices down.

He's getting stronger and stronger

by the minute. We have to act now.

- Harry.

- Mrs. Weasley.

Heavens, you're all right.

Bit peaky, but I'm afraid dinner will

wait until after the meeting's finished.

Nope. No time to explain. Straight

upstairs, first door on the left.

Yeah.

Mudblood, werewolves, traitors, thieves.

If my poor mistress knew the

scum they let into her house...

...what would she say to old Kreacher?

Oh, the shame.

- Freaks.

- There, there, mistress.

Scum of the earth. Not like it

was in the days of my fathers.

Kreacher is here.

Oh, Harry.

Are you all right? We overheard them

talking about the Dementor attack.

- You must tell us everything.

- Let the man breathe, Hermione.

And this hearing at the

Ministry. It's just outrageous.

I've looked it up. They

simply can't expel you.

- It's completely unfair.

- Yeah.

There's a lot of that

going round at the moment.

So, what is this place?

- It's headquarters.

- Of the Order of the Phoenix.

It's a secret society.

Dumbledore formed it back

when they fought You-Know-Who.

Couldn't have put any of

this in a letter, I suppose?

I've gone all summer without a scrap of news.

We wanted to write, mate. Really, we did.

- Only...

- Only what?

Only Dumbledore made us swear

not to tell you anything.

Dumbledore said that?

But why would he keep me in

the dark? Maybe I could help.

I'm the one who saw Voldemort return...

...the one who fought him, who

saw Cedric Diggory get killed.

- Harry.

- Thought we heard your dulcet tones.

- Don't bottle it up, though, mate. Let it out.

- If you're all done shouting...

Do you wanna hear something

a little more interesting?

If anyone has a right to know, it's

Harry. If it wasn't for Harry...

...we wouldn't even know Voldemort was back.

He's not a child, Molly.

But he's not an adult either.

- He's not James, Sirius.

- Well, he's not your son.

He's as good as.

- Who else has he got?

- Hey, Ginny.

- He's got me.

- How touchingly paternal, Black.

Perhaps Potter will grow up to be

a felon, just like his godfather.

Now, you stay out of this, Snivellus.

- Snape's part of the Order?

- Git.

...about your supposed reformation.

- I know better.

- So why don't you tell him?

- Get off it.

- Quick.

- Get it up.

- Crookshanks.

- Stop it.

- Get off, you bloody cat.

- Crookshanks. Leave it alone.

- Get it up.

- Hermione, I hate your cat.

- Bad Crookshanks.

Well, we'll be eating down in the kitchen.

Just because you're

allowed to use magic now...

...does not mean you have to whip

your wands out for everything.

Hi, Mum.

You hungry, Harry?

You sure you're all right,

Harry? Gave us quite a turn.

Harry Potter.

Sirius.

This is very, very peculiar.

It seems your hearing in the Ministry

is to be before the entire Wizengamot.

I don't understand. What has the

Ministry of Magic got against me?

Show him. He'll find out soon enough.

He's been attacking Dumbledore as well.

Fudge is using all his power, including

his influence at the Daily Prophet...

...to smear anyone who claims

the Dark Lord has returned.

Why?

He thinks Dumbledore's after his job.

No one in their right

mind could believe that...

Exactly the point. Fudge

isn't in his right mind.

It's been twisted and warped by fear.

Now, fear makes people

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