Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Page #2

You are in danger.

Grave danger.

Has this anything to do

with Sirius Black, sir?

What do you know

about Sirius Black, Harry?

- Only that he's escaped from Azkaban.

- Do you know why?

Thirteen years ago,

when you stopped...

- Voldemort.

- Don't say his name.

Sorry.

When you stopped You-Know-Who...

...Black lost everything.

But to this day, he still remains

a faithful servant.

And in his mind...

...you are the only thing

that stands in the way...

...of You-Know-Who

returning to power.

And that is why...

...he has escaped from Azkaban.

To find you.

And kill me.

Harry, swear to me

that whatever you might hear...

...you won't go looking for Black.

Mr. Weasley...

...why would I go looking

for someone who wants to kill me?

Quick. Quick.

Ron, Ron!

Oh, for goodness' sake!

Don't lose him!

I didn't mean to blow her up. I just...

- I lost control.

- Brilliant.

Honestly, Ron, it's not funny.

Harry was lucky not to be expelled.

I was lucky not to be arrested.

I still think it was brilliant.

Come on. Everywhere else is full.

Who do you think that is?

- Professor R.J. Lupin.

- Do you know everything?

How is it she knows everything?

- It's on his suitcase, Ronald.

- Oh.

- Do you think he's really asleep?

- Seems to be. Why?

I gotta tell you something.

Let me get this straight.

Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban...

...to come after you?

- Yeah.

But they'll catch Black, won't they?

- I mean, everyone's looking for him.

- Sure.

Except no one's ever broken out

of Azkaban before...

...and he's a murderous, raving lunatic.

- Thanks, Ron.

Why are we stopping?

We can't be there yet.

What's going on?

I don't know.

Maybe we've broken down.

Ouch, Ron. That was my foot.

There's something moving out there.

I think someone's coming aboard.

Bloody hell! What's happening?

Harry.

Harry, are you all right?

Thank you.

Here, eat this. It'll help.

It's all right. It's chocolate.

What was that thing that came?

It was a dementor. One of the guards

of Azkaban. It's gone now.

It was searching the train

for Sirius Black.

If you'll excuse me, I need to have

a little word with the driver.

Eat. You'll feel better.

What happened to me?

Well, you sort of went rigid.

We thought maybe you were

having a fit or something.

And did either of you two...

...you know...

...pass out?

- No.

I felt weird, though.

Like I'd never be cheerful again.

But someone was screaming.

A woman.

No one was screaming, Harry.

Welcome! Welcome to another year

at Hogwarts.

Now, I'd like to say a few words...

...before we all become too befuddled

by our excellent feast.

First, I'm pleased to welcome

Professor R.J. Lupin...

...who's kindly consented

to fill the post...

...of Defense Against

the Dark Arts teacher.

Good luck, professor.

Of course. That's why he knew

to give you the chocolate, Harry.

Potter. Is it true you fainted?

- I mean, you actually fainted?

- Shove off, Malfoy.

- How did he find out?

- Just forget it.

Our Care of Magical Creatures

teacher...

...has decided to retire...

...in order to spend more time

with his remaining limbs.

Fortunately,

I'm delighted to announce...

...that his place will be taken

by none other...

...than our own Rubeus Hagrid.

Finally, on a more disquieting note...

...at the request

of the Ministry of Magic...

...Hogwarts will, until further notice,

play host to the dementors of Azkaban...

...until such a time

as Sirius Black is captured.

The dementors will be stationed

at every entrance to the grounds.

Now whilst I've been assured...

...that their presence will not disrupt

our day-to-day activities...

...a word of caution.

Dementors are vicious creatures.

They'll not distinguish...

...between the one they hunt

and the one who gets in their way.

Therefore, I must warn

each and every one of you...

...to give them no reason

to harm you.

It is not in the nature

of a dementor to be forgiving.

But you know,

happiness can be found...

...even in the darkest of times...

...if one only remembers

to turn on the light.

Fortuna Major.

Here, listen.

She just won't let me in.

- Fortuna Major.

- No, no. Wait, wait.

Watch this.

- Amazing. Just with my voice.

- Fortuna Major.

- Yes, all right. Go in.

- Thank you.

Still doing that after three years.

- She can't even sing.

- Exactly.

- Hey, man.

- Hey, man.

- Oh, God.

- That's awful.

Green. That's a monkey.

- What is that?

- You call that a monkey?

Do not give him one again.

Hey, Neville, try an elephant.

- Ron, catch.

- I will.

I think we have a winner.

- Oh, don't try one of them.

- Oh, no.

Look at him. His face.

Welcome, my children.

In this room, you shall explore

the noble art of Divination.

In this room, you shall discover

if you possess the Sight.

Hello. I am Professor Trelawney.

Together we shall cast ourselves

into the future.

This term, we'll focus on Tasseomancy,

the art of reading tea leaves.

So please, take the cup

of the person sitting opposite you.

What do you see?

The truth lies buried like a sentence

deep within a book, waiting to be read.

But first, you must broaden

your minds.

- First, you must look beyond.

- What a load of rubbish.

- Where did you come from?

- Me?

- I've been here all this time.

- You, boy...

Is your grandmother quite well?

I think so.

I wouldn't be so sure of that.

Give me the cup.

Pity.

Broaden your minds.

Your aura is pulsing, dear.

Are you in the beyond?

- I think you are.

- Sure.

Look at the cup.

Tell me what you see.

Yeah.

Harry's got sort of a wonky cross.

That's trials and suffering.

And that there could be the sun

and that's happiness.

So...

...you're gonna suffer,

but you're gonna be happy about it.

Give me the cup.

Oh, my dear boy.

My dear...

...you have the Grim.

The Grin? What's the Grin?

Not the Grin, you idiot. The Grim.

"Taking form of a giant spectral dog.

It's among the darkest omens

in our world.

It's an omen...

...of death."

You don't think that Grim thing's

got anything to do with Sirius Black?

Oh, honestly, Ron. If you ask me,

Divination's a woolly discipline.

Now, Ancient Runes,

that's a fascinating subject.

Ancient Runes? Exactly how many

classes are you taking?

A fair few.

Hang on. That's not possible.

Ancient Runes is in the

same time as Divination.

You have to be in two

classes at once.

Don't be silly. How could anyone

be in two classes at once?

"Broaden your minds. Use your

Inner Eye to see the future."

That's it. Come on, now. Come closer.

Less talking, if you don't mind.

I got a real treat for you today.

A great lesson. So follow me.

Right, you lot. Less chattering.

Form a group over there.

And open your books to page 49.

Exactly how do we do that?

Just stroke the spine, of course.

Goodness me.

- Don't be such a wimp, Longbottom.

- I'm okay. Okay.

- I think they're funny.

- Oh, yeah. Terribly funny.

Witty. God, this place

has gone to the dogs.

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