Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1

These are dark times, there is no denying.

Our world has, perhaps, faced no greater threat than it does today.

But I say this to our citizenry:

We, ever your servants...

...will continue to defend your liberty...

...and repel the forces that seek to take it from you.

Your Ministry remains...

...strong.

Hermione. Tea's ready, darling.

Coming, Mom.

Come on, Dudley, hurry up.

I still don't understand why we have to leave.

Because, unh, it's not safe for us here anymore.

Ron, tell your father supper's nearly ready.

ls this in Australia?

Looks wonderful, doesn't it?

Three and a half thousand kilometers along Australia's east coast.

Obliviate-

Severus.

I was beginning to worry you had lost your way.

Come, we've saved you a seat.

You bring news, I trust?

It will happen Saturday next, at nightfall.

I've heard differently, my Lord.

Dawlish, the Auror, has let slip that the Potter boy...

...will not be moved until the 30th of this month.

The day before he turns 17.

This is a false trail.

The Auror Office no longer plays any part in the protection of Harry Potter.

Those closest to him believe we have infiltrated the Ministry.

Well, they got that right, haven't they?

What say you, Pius?

One hears many things, my Lord.

Whether the truth is among them is not clear.

Heh. Spoken like a true politician.

You will, I think, prove most useful, Pius.

- Where will he be taken, the boy? - To a safe house.

Most likely the home of someone in the Order.

I'm told it's been given every manner of protection possible.

Once there, it will be impractical to attack him.

Ahem. My Lord. I'd like to volunteer myself for this task.

I want to kill the boy.

Wormtail!

Have I not spoken to you about keeping our guest quiet?

Yes, my Lord.

Right away, my Lord.

As inspiring as I find your bloodlust, Bellatrix...

...I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.

But I face an unfortunate complication.

That my wand and Potter's share the same core.

They are, in some ways, twins.

We can wound, but not fatally harm one another.

If I am to kill him...

...I must do it with another's wand.

Come, surely one of you would like the honor?

Mm?

What about you, Lucius?

My Lord?

"My Lord?"

I require your wand.

Do I detect elm?

Yes, my Lord.

And the core?

Dragon. Ahem.

Dragon heartstring, my Lord.

- Dragon heartstring. - Mm.

To those of you who do not know...

...we are joined tonight by Miss Charity Burbage...

...who, until recently, taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Her specialty was Muggle Studies.

It is Miss Burbage's belief that Muggles are not so different from us.

She would, given her way...

...have us mate with them.

To her, the mixture of magical and Muggle blood is not an abomination...

...but something to be encouraged.

Severus.

Severus, please.

We're friends.

Avada Kedavra!

Nagini.

Dinner.

- Hello, Harry. - All right. Wow.

Hello.

- You're looking fit. - Yeah, he's absolutely gorgeous.

What say we get undercover before someone murders him?

Evening.

I thought you were looking after...

- ...the Prime Minister. - You are more important.

- Hello, Harry. Bill Weasley. - Oh. Pleasure to meet you.

- He was never always this handsome. - Dead ugly.

True enough.

Owe it all to a werewolf, name of Greyback.

- Hope to repay the favor one day. - You're still beautiful to me, William.

Just remember, Fleur, Bill takes his steaks on the raw side now.

My husband, the joker.

By the way, wait till you hear the news. Remus and I--

All right. We'll have time for a cozy catch-up later.

We've got to get the hell out of here. And soon.

Potter, you're underage, which means you've still got the Trace on you.

What's the Trace?

If you sneeze, the Ministry will know who wipes your nose.

We have to use those means of transport the Trace can't detect:

Brooms, Thestrals and the like. We go in pairs.

That way, if anyone's out there waiting for us, and I reckon there will be...

...they won't know which Harry Potter is the real one.

The real one?

I believe you're familiar with this particular brew.

No. Absolutely not.

I told you he'd take it well.

No, if you think I'm gonna let everyone risk their lives for me, I--

- Never done that before, have we? - No. No. This is different.

I mean, taking that, becoming me. No.

Well, none of us really fancy it, mate.

Imagine if something went wrong, and we ended up a scrawny, specky git forever.

Everyone here is of age, Potter.

They've all agreed to take the risk.

Technically, I've been coerced.

Mundungus Fletcher, Mr. Potter.

- Always been a huge admirer. - Nip it, Mundungus.

All right, Granger, as discussed.

- Blimey, Hermione. - Straight in here, if you please.

For those of you who haven't taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning:

It tastes like goblin piss.

Have a lot of experiences with that, do you, Mad-Eye?

Just trying to diffuse the tension.

Oh.

Ugh.

Wow, we're identical.

Not yet, you're not.

Haven't got anything a bit more sporting, have you?

I don't really fancy this color.

Well, fancy this, you're not you. So shut it and strip.

All right, all right.

You'll need to change too, Potter.

Bill, look away. I'm hideous.

I knew she was lying about that tattoo.

Harry, your eyesight really is awful.

Right, then. We'll be pairing off. Each Potter will have a protector.

Mundungus, stick tight to me. I wanna keep an eye on you.

- As for Harry-- - Yes?

The real Harry.

- Where the devil are you, anyway? - Here.

You'll ride with Hagrid.

I brought you here 16 years ago when you were no bigger than a Bowtruckle.

Seems only right that I should be...

- ...the one to take you away now. - Yes, it's all very touching. Let's go.

Head for the Burrows. We'll rendezvous there.

On the count of three.

Hold tight, Harry.

One...

...two...

...three!

- Which one? - Where are you?

He's on your right!

He's over there!

Down!

Hagrid, we have to help the others!

I can't do that, Harry. Mad-Eye's orders.

Hang on.

Stupefy!

Hang on, Harry.

Hagrid.

No. No.

Harry.

Harry. Hagrid.

What happened? Where are the others?

Is no one else back?

They were on us right from the start, Molly. We didn't stand a chance.

Well, thank goodness you two are all right.

The Death Eaters were waiting for us. It was an ambush.

Ron and Tonks should've already been back.

Dad and Fred as well.

Here!

Quick. Into the house.

Oh, my boy.

Oh. Oh.

- Lupin! - What are you doing?

What creature sat in the corner...

...the first time Harry Potter visited my office in Hogwarts?

- Are you mad? - What creature?!

A Grindylow.

We've been betrayed.

Voldemort knew you were being moved tonight.

I had to make sure you weren't an impostor.

Wait.

The last words Albus Dumbledore spoke to the pair of us?

"Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him."

What gave you away?

Hedwig, I think. She was trying to protect me.

Thanks.

Deserves that. Brilliant, he was.

- I wouldn't be standing here without him. - Really?

Always the tone of surprise.

We the last back?

Where's George?

How you feeling, Georgie?

Saint-like.

Come again?

Saint-like. I'm holy.

I'm holey, Fred. Get it?