Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Page #5

Working hard is important, but there's

something that matters even more:

Believing in yourself.

- Expelliarmus.

- Levicorpus. Got it.

Think of it this way.

Every great wizard in

history has started out...

...as nothing more than

what we are now:
students.

If they can do it, why not us?

- Stupefy.

- Expelliarmus.

Expelliarmus.

Expelliarmus.

Reducto.

- Expelliarmus.

- Expelliarmus.

Expelliarmus.

Expelliarmus.

Fantastic, Neville. Well done, man.

So that's it for this lesson.

Now, we' re not gonna be meeting

again until after the holidays.

So just keep practicing on

your own as best you can.

And well done, everyone. Great, great work.

Well done, mate.

Thanks.

See you after Christmas.

See you in the Common Room, Harry.

- Thanks a lot, Harry.

- No worries.

- Thank you so much.

- Not at all. Merry Christmas.

- Thank you, Harry.

- Thank you. Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

- Have a good Christmas.

- Have a great Christmas, Luna.

- We've been thinking.

We could always slip Umbridge

some Puking Pastilles.

Or Fever Fudge. They give you

massive, pus-filled boils...

Sounds great, guys. Would you excuse me?

Are you all right? I heard Umbridge

gave you a rough time the other day.

Yeah. I'm okay.

Anyway, it's worth it.

It's just, learning all this...

...makes me wonder

whether, if he'd known it...

Cedric did know this stuff.

He was really good.

It's just, Voldemort was better.

You're a really good teacher, Harry.

I've never been able to stun anything before.

Mistletoe.

Probably full of Nargles, though.

What are Nargles?

No idea.

Well, how was it?

Wet.

I mean, she was sort of crying.

That bad at it, are you?

I'm sure Harry's kissing

was more than satisfactory.

Cho spends half her time crying these days.

You'd think a bit of

snogging would cheer her up.

Don't you understand how she must be feeling?

Well, obviously she's

feeling sad about Cedric...

...and confused about liking Harry

and guilty about kissing him...

...conflicted because Umbridge might

sack her mum from the Ministry...

...and frightened of failing her OWLs

because she's worrying about everything.

One person couldn't feel

all that. They'd explode.

Just because you've got the

emotional range of a teaspoon...

Harry.

Voldemort may be after something.

Something he didn't have last time.

Harry.

Harry.

In the dream, were you

standing next to the victim...

...or looking down at the scene?

Neither. It was like I...

Will you please just tell me what's happening?

Everard, Arthur's on guard duty tonight.

Make sure he's found by the right people.

- Sir.

- Phineas.

You must go to your

portrait at Grimmauld Place.

Tell them that Arthur

Weasley is gravely injured...

...and his children will be

arriving there soon by Portkey.

They've got him, Albus. It was

close, but they think he'll make it.

What's more, the Dark

Lord failed to acquire it.

Oh, thank goodness. Next we need to...

Look at me!

What's happening to me?

You wished to see me, headmaster?

Oh, Severus. I'm afraid we can't

wait. Not even till the morning.

Otherwise, we'll all be vulnerable.

It appears there's a connection...

...between the Dark Lord's mind and your own.

Whether he is, as yet, aware of this

connection is, for the moment, unclear.

Pray he remains ignorant.

You mean, if he knows about it, then...

- ... he'll be able to read my mind?

- Read it, control it...

...unhinge it.

In the past, it was often

the Dark Lord's pleasure...

...to invade the minds of his victims...

...creating visions designed

to torture them into madness.

Only after extracting the last

exquisite ounce of agony...

...only when he had them literally

begging for death, would he finally...

...kill them.

Used properly, the power of Occlumency...

...will help shield you

from access or influence.

In these lessons, I will

attempt to penetrate your mind.

You will attempt to resist.

Prepare yourself.

Legilimens.

Concentrate, Potter. Focus.

Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas.

Here we go.

Daddy's back.

Sit down, everybody, sit

down. That's it. Now, presents.

- And a nice big box for Ron.

- Big box for you. And...

Fred and George. Come on, open up.

- I want to see your faces.

- Yes.

- Try it on.

- Thanks, Mum. It's perfect.

- Just what he wanted, actually.

- Yeah. Right. Thanks, Mum.

Come on, then, everybody.

Let's clear this away.

Oh, Harry, Harry.

There you are.

- Happy Christmas.

- Thank you.

- Lovely to have you with us.

- Thank you.

Now, Daddy. Pass that to Daddy.

- Thank you.

- Has everybody got?

Fred? George?

- Hermione.

- A Christmas toast.

To Mr. Harry Potter...

...without whom I would not be here.

- Harry.

- Harry.

Harry.

That is delicious. I shall

be needing some more of that.

Daddy, don't forget last Christmas.

I can't understand why you

don't want to wear it, Ronald.

I look like a bloody idiot, that's why.

No more than usual, Ron.

I don't know why...

Nasty brat, standing there as bold as brass.

Harry Potter, the boy

who stopped the Dark Lord.

Friend of Mudbloods and blood-traitors alike.

- If my poor mistress only knew...

- Kreacher!

That's enough of your bile. Away with you!

Of course, master.

Kreacher lives to serve

the noble house of Black.

Sorry about that.

He never was very pleasant,

even when I was a boy.

Not to me, anyway.

What, you grew up here?

This is my parents' house.

I offered it to Dumbledore

as headquarters for the Order.

About the only useful

thing I've been able to do.

This is the Black family tree.

My deranged cousin.

I hated the lot of them.

My parents with their pure-blood mania.

My mother did that after I ran away.

Charming woman.

I was 16.

Where did you go?

Round your dad's.

I was always welcome at the Potters'.

I see him so much in you, Harry.

You are so very much alike.

I'm not so sure.

Sirius, when I was...

When I saw Mr. Weasley

attacked, I wasn't just watching.

I was the snake.

And afterwards, in Dumbledore's office...

...there was a moment when I wanted to...

This connection between me and Voldemort.

What if the reason for it is

that I am becoming more like him?

I just feel so angry all the time.

And what if, after everything

that I've been through...

...something's gone wrong inside

me? What if I'm becoming bad?

I want you to listen to

me very carefully, Harry.

You're not a bad person.

You're a very good person who

bad things have happened to.

You understand?

Besides, the world isn't split

into good people and Death Eaters.

We've all got both light

and dark inside of us.

What matters is the part we choose to act on.

That's who we really are.

Harry, time to go.

When all this is over,

we'll be a proper family.

You'll see.

Come on.

Really?

Harry. Harry.

Hagrid's back.

I'm sorry.

I will say this one last time.

I'm ordering you to tell me where you've been.

I told you. I've been away for me health.

- Your health?

- Yeah. Bit of fresh air, you know.

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