Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

Privet Drive

Mujhe pata hona chahyye tha ke aap yahan hongi, Professor McGonagall.

Good evening, Professor Dumbledore.

Kya afwahein durust hain, Albus?

Haan, professor.

Achi bhi, aur buri bhi.

-Aur woh larrka? -Hagrid la raha hai use.

Aap ko lagta hai ke itne ehem kaam ke liye Hagrid par bharosa karna chahyye?

Professor, Hagrid par apni jaan ke hawale se bhi bharosa kar sakta hoon.

Professor Dumbledore, sir.

Professor McGonagall.

-Koi masaayil naheen, umeed hai, Hagrid? -Naheen, sir.

Chhota bachha so gaya tha, Bristol ke upar urran ke dauran.

Koshish karna ke uthe naheen.

Ye lo.

Albus, tumhein lagta hai mehfooz hoga isko inke saath chhorna?

Un par saare din nazar rakhi hai.

Badtareen muggles ki qism ke hain ye.

-Waqai hain... -Yehi family hai iske paas.

Ye bacha mashhoor hoga.

Dunya mein koi aisa bachha naheen hoga jisko iska naam na pata ho.

Bilkul.

Behtar hai woh un saari cheezon se door paley barhe.

Jab tak ye tayyar na ho.

Koi baat naheen, Hagrid.

Ye alvida naheen hai.

Mr and Mrs Dursley, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey

Naseeb tumhare saath ho...

...Harry Potter.

Utho.

Utho!

Abhi!

Utho, cousin! Ham chirya ghar ja rahe hain!

-Ye agaya, saalgirah wala bacha. -Salgirah mubarak, bete.

Tum nashta kyun naheen banate, aur koshish karna ke kuch jalao naheen.

-Jee, Aunt Petunia. -Chahti hoon sab be aib ho...

Mere Dudley ke khaas din ke liye!

Jaldi karo!

Meri coffee laao, bachhe.

Jee, Uncle Vernon.

Ye bohot khoob hain na, jaan?

Kitne hain?

36. Maine khud gine.

36? Lekin pichhle saal... Pichhle saal 37 the!

Haan, lekin inmein se kuch pichhle saal se barre hain.

Mujhe parwah naheen kitne barre hain!

Oh, ab suno. Ham ye karenge...

...ham jab bahir jayenge, toh do naye tohfe lelenge tumhare liye.

Theek rahega na, jaan?

Bohot khoobsurat din hoga chirya ghar mein.

Main bohot purjosh hoon uske hawale se.

Main tumhein khabardaar kar raha hoon, larrke.

Agar koi bhi ajeeb cheez ki, kuch bhi...

...toh hafton tak koi khaana naheen milega.

Andar betho.

Isko hilaao.

Hilo!

-Harkat karo! -Ye so raha hai!

Ye boring hai.

Maaf karna uski harkat par.

Woh naheen samajhta ke kaisa hota hai har roz udhar bethna...

...jab ke log apne bure chehre sheeshe par chipaakte hain.

Kya tum mujhe sun sakte ho?

Woh bas...

...maine pehle kabhi ek saanp se baat naheen ki.

Kya tum...

Matlab, tum logon se aksar baat karte ho?

Tum Burma se ho, haina?

Kya wahan acha tha?

Kya tumhein apni family yaad aati hai?

Qaid mein paala gaya.

Acha.

Mere saath bhi yehi hua.

Kabhi apne waaldein ko naheen dekha.

Mummy, Dad, idhar aao!

Yaqeen naheen karoge ke ye saanp kya kar raha hai!

Shukriya.

Kabhi bhi.

Saanp!

Mum! Mummy! Meri madad karein!

Meri jaan! Tum andar kaise gaye?

Ye kisne kiya? Tum andar kaise? Kya koi saanp hai?

Sab theek hai, jaan. Sab theek hai.

Tumhein in sard kaprron se nikaalte hain.

-Kya hua? -Qasam se, naheen pata!

Ek lamhe wahan sheesha tha, aur phir ghayab, jaadu jaisa tha.

Jaadu jaisi koi cheez naheen.

Mr H. Potter, Seerhiyon ke neeche almaari,

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Marge beemar hai. Ek whelk khaane ki wajah se.

-Dad, dekho! Harry ko khat mila! -Hey, wapis do! Mera hai!

Tumhara? Tumhein kaun khat likhega?

Is letterbox se aur khutoot naheen ayenge.

Acha din guzre tumhara daftar mein, jaan.

Hato.

Acha din hota hai, Sunday ka.

Mere khayal se hafte ka sabse behtreen din.

Aisa kyun hai, Dudley?

-Kyunke Sundays ko khat naheen aate? -Durust, Harry!

Sunday ko khat naheen aate.

Aaj koi bakwaas khutoot naheen ayenge!

Naheen, janaab.

Ek bhi bakwaas khat naheen. Ek bhi!

Naheen, janaab, ek bhi bakwaas...

Ise roko, please!

Roko! Roko!

Mummy, kya ho raha hai?

Mujhe do ye! Mujhe woh khat do!

Hato!

Ye mere khutoot hain! Mujhe chhorro!

Bas hogaya! Ham ja rahe hain!

Itni door, ke woh hamein naheen dhundh sakenge!

Daddy pagal hogaye hain, haina?

Ek khwahish karo, Harry.

Kaun hai wahan?

Iske liye maaf karna.

Aap is waqt yahan se nikal jaayein, janaab!

Aap dakhalandaazi kar rahe hain!

Sookh jaao, Dursley, aalu bukhaare kaheen ke!

Tumhein tab se naheen dekha jab tum ek bachhe the, Harry.

Jitna socha tha us se ziada bhare hue ho.

Khaas kar ke beech ki taraf.

Main Harry naheen hoon.

Main hoon.

Haan, bilkul.

Tumhare liye kuch hai.

Mujhe lagta hai shayad is par beth gaya hoon,

lekin mere khayal se zaayiqa wahee hoga.

Khud bake kiya, likha bhi khud.

Happee Birthday Harry

Shukriya.

Aisa roz naheen hota ke ek naujawaan 11 saal ka ho, haina?

Maaf kijiyega.

Aap hain kaun?

Rubeus Hagrid,

Chaabiyon aur maidaanon ko sambhaalne waala Hogwarts mein.

-Tumhein pata hoga Hogwarts ka. -Maaf kijiyega, lekin naheen.

Naheen?

Kamaal hai, Harry, kya tumne kabhi socha naheen ammi abbu ne sab kahan se seekha?

Kya?

Tum ek jaadugar ho, Harry.

-Main kya hoon? -Ek jaadugar.

Aur ek kamaal jaadugar banoge, shart laga sakta hoon, training ke baad.

Naheen, aapko ghalatfehmi hui hai. Matlab...

...main jaadugar naheen ho sakta.

Matlab, main bas Harry hoon.

Bas Harry.

Khaer, bas Harry,

kya tumne kabhi kuch kiya hai?

Kuch aisa jo samajh naheen sake, jab ghusse mein ho ya dare hue ho?

"Mr Potter. aapko ittela dene mein khushi hai,

ke aapko Hogwarts mein daakhla de diya gaya hai..."

"...Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry mein."

Ye wahan bilkul naheen jayega!

Hamne ise rakhne ke baad qasam khaayi thi

ke ye sab fuzool cheezein rok denge.

Aap jante the?

Aap ko ye sab pehle se pata tha, aur mujhe kabhi bataya naheen?

Bilkul, ham jaante the.

Tum kaise naheen ho sakte the?

Meri be aib behen, jaisi woh thi.

Mere waaldein itne fakharmand the jis din use khat mila.

"Hamare khandan mein ek jaadugarni hai. Kamaal hai na?"

Bas main hi dekh rahi thi use us shakal mein jo woh thi.

Ek ajeeb insaan!

Phir use woh Potter mila, phir tum paida hue,

aur main janti thi tum bhi waise hi hoge.

Waise hi ajeeb, waise hi abnormal.

Aur phir, ek din, woh dhamake mein mar gayi!

Aur tum hamare paas agaye.

Dhamake se?

Aapne kaha tha ke mere waaldein ki maut ek gari ke hadse mein hui.

Ek gari ke haadse mein?

Ek gari kay haadse mein maut hui Lily aur James Potter ki?

-Hamein kuch toh kehna tha. -Ye bakwas hai!

Ye ek scandal hai!

Ye naheen jayega.

Aur mere khayal se tum jaisa azeem muggle ise rokega, haina?

Muggle?

Jo jaadugar na hon.

Is larrke ka naam likha hua tha tab se jab ye paida hua tha.

Ye sabse behtreen jaadu ke school mein ja raha hai,

dunya ke...

...aur iski sarparasti karenge sabse behtreen headmaster,

jo aaj tak aaye hain Hogwarts mein, Albus Dumbledore.

Main paise naheen dunga taake ek budhha ehmaq ise jaadu ke kartab sikhaaye.

Kabhi beizzati naheen karna Albus Dumbledore ki...

...mere saamne.

Main pasand karunga agar tum ye kisi ko na batao...

...ke aisa hua, Hogwarts mein.

Agar theek baat ki jaaye, toh mujhe jaadu ki ijazat naheen.

Theek hai.

Hamein thorri der hogayi hai. Behtar hai ke nikal jayein.

Haan, woh alag baat hai ke tum rukna chaho.

"Sab taalib ilmon ke paas hona chahyye..."

"...ek standard size ka two pewter cauldron..."

"...aur agar chahein, toh la sakte hain,

ek ullu, billi, ya ek maindak."

Kya ye sab London mein mil sakega?

Agar pata ho kahan jaana ho.