Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Page #7

- Michael.

Your hand's gonna be fine, Michael.

Yeah. It's not as bad as it seems. See?

It's fading already.

You can hardly see ours anymore,

and the pain stops after a while.

As I told you once before, Mr. Potter...

...naughty children deserve to be punished.

You know, George...

...I've always felt our futures lay

outside the world of academic achievement.

Fred, I've been thinking

exactly the same thing.

All right, professor!

Here you go.

Ready when you are.

I need that prophecy.

You'll have to kill me.

Oh, I will. But first,

you will fetch it for me.

Crucio.

Crucio.

Sirius.

Harry, are you sure?

I saw it. It's just like with Mr. Weasley.

It's the door I've been dreaming about.

I couldn't remember where I'd seen it before.

Sirius said Voldemort was after something.

Something he didn't have the last

time, in the Department of Mysteries.

Harry, please, just listen.

What if Voldemort meant for you to see this?

What if he's only hurting Sirius

because he's trying to get to you?

What if he is? I'm supposed

to just let him die?

Hermione, he's the only family I've got left.

What do we do?

We'll have to use the Floo Network.

Umbridge has the chimneys under surveillance.

Not all of them.

Alohomora.

Alert the Order if you can.

- Are you mental? We're going with you.

- It's too dangerous.

When are you going to get it into

your head? We're in this together.

That you are.

Caught this one trying

to help the Weasley girl.

You were going to Dumbledore, weren't you?

- No.

- Liar.

- You sent for me, headmistress?

- Snape, yes.

The time has come for answers, whether

he wants to give them to me or not.

Have you brought the Veritaserum?

I'm afraid you've used up all

my stores interrogating students.

The last of it on Miss Chang.

Unless you wish to poison him...

And I assure you, I would have

the greatest sympathy if you did.

...I cannot help you.

He's got Padfoot.

He's got Padfoot at the

place where it's hidden.

Padfoot? What is Padfoot?

Where what is hidden?

What is he talking about, Snape?

No idea.

Very well.

You give me no choice, Potter.

As this is an issue of Ministry security...

...you leave me with...

...no alternative.

The Cruciatus Curse ought

to loosen your tongue.

That's illegal.

What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him.

Tell her, Harry!

Tell me what?

Well, if you won't tell her where it is...

...I will.

Where what is?

Dumbledore's secret weapon.

How much further?

Not far.

It had to be somewhere students

wouldn't find it accidentally.

What are you doing?

Improvising.

Well?

Where is this weapon?

There isn't one, is there?

You were trying to trick me.

You know...

...I really hate children.

You have no business here,

centaur. This is a Ministry matter.

Lower your weapons.

I warn you, under the law, as

creatures of near-human intelligence...

Protego.

How dare you?

Filthy half-breed.

Incarcerous.

Please. Please stop it. Please.

Now, enough. I will have order.

You filthy animal.

Do you know who I am?

Leave him alone. It's not his fault.

No, he doesn't understand.

Potter, do something.

Tell them I mean no harm.

I'm sorry, professor.

But I must not tell lies.

What are you doing?

I am Senior Undersecretary

Dolores Jane Umbridge.

Let me go!

Thank you, Grawp.

Hermione. Hermione, Sirius.

- How'd you get away?

- Puking Pastilles. It wasn't pretty.

Told them I was hungry, wanted some sweets.

They told me to bugger off

and ate the lot themselves.

That was clever, Ron.

- Has been known to happen.

- It was brilliant.

So how are we getting to London?

Look, it's not that I don't appreciate

everything you've done, all of you...

...but I've got you into

enough trouble as it is.

Dumbledore's Army's supposed to

be about doing something real.

Or was that all just words to you?

Maybe you don't have to do

this all by yourself, mate.

So how are we going to get to London?

We fly, of course.

Department of Mysteries.

This is it.

Ninety-two.

Ninety-three.

Ninety-four.

Ninety-five.

- He should be here.

- Harry.

It's got your name on it.

The one with the power to

vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.

And the Dark Lord shall

mark him as his equal...

...but he shall have power

the Dark Lord knows not.

For neither can live while the other survives.

Harry.

Where's Sirius?

You know, you really should learn to

tell the difference between dreams...

...and reality.

You saw only what the Dark

Lord wanted you to see.

Now, hand me the prophecy.

If you do anything to us, I'll break it.

He knows how to play.

Itty, bitty baby.

Potter.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

Neville Longbottom, is it? How's Mum and Dad?

Better, now they're about to be avenged.

Now, let's everybody just calm down...

...shall we?

All we want is that prophecy.

Why did Voldemort need

me to come and get this?

You dare speak his name?

You filthy half-blood!

It's all right. He's just

a curious lad, aren't you?

Prophecies can only be retrieved

by those about whom they are made.

Which is lucky for you, really.

Haven't you always wondered...

...what was the reason for the

connection between you and the Dark Lord?

Why he was unable to kill you...

...when you were just an infant?

Don't you want to know

the secret of your scar?

All the answers are there,

Potter, in your hand.

All you have to do...

...is give it to me.

Then I can show you everything.

I've waited 14 years.

I know.

I guess I can wait a

little longer. Now. Stupefy.

Stupefy.

Levicorpus.

Petrificus Totalus.

Well done, Neville.

Stupefy.

- Stupefy.

- Stupefy.

Stupefy.

Reducto.

Get back to the door.

Department of Mysteries. They

got that bit right, didn't they?

The voices.

Can you tell what they're saying?

There aren't any voices, Harry.

Let's get out of here.

I hear them too.

Harry, it's just an empty archway.

Please, Harry.

Get behind me.

Did you actually believe...

...or were you truly naive enough to think...

...that children stood a chance against us?

I'll make this simple for you, Potter.

Give me the prophecy now...

...or watch your friends die.

Don't give it to him, Harry.

Get away from my godson.

Now, listen to me. Take the

others and get out of here.

What? No, I'm staying with you.

You've done beautifully.

Now, let me take it from here.

Black.

Expelliarmus!

Nice one, James.

Avada Kedavra.

No. No.

I killed Sirius Black.

- You coming to get me?

- Crucio.

You've got to mean it, Harry.

She killed him. She deserves it.

You know the spell, Harry.

Do it.

So weak.

It was foolish of you to

come here tonight, T om.

The Aurors are on their way.

By which time I shall be gone, and you...

...shall be dead.

You've lost, old man.

Harry.

So weak.

So vulnerable.

Look at me.

Harry, it isn't how you are alike.

It's how you are not.

Harry?

You're the weak one...

...and you'll never know love or friendship.

And I feel sorry for you.

You're a fool, Harry Potter.

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