The excerpts are basically from beginning of Seven Potters scene and its aftermath.
Though it is pretty legit and not fake, however, it should not be considered as 100% reliable.
Spoilers ahead:-
A TREMENDOUS ROAR murders the silence, the roar of a MOTOR
BIKE. Harry straightens--half-believing he's dreamed it
into existence--and STRIKES his head on the low door frame.
19 INT. HALLWAY/KITCHEN - SAME TIME - NIGHT
Harry pelts down the dark halls as OPAQUE SHAPES race past
the windows. He trips past Hedwig's cage, sending it
WOBBLING and flings open the front door.
20 EXT. FRONT DOOR - CONTINOUS - NIGHT
HERMIONE flings her arms around Harry. RON gives him a clap
on the back. Others emerge from the shadows: FRED, GEORGE,
BILL, FLEUR, TONKS, LUPIN, ARTHUR WEASLEY, MAD-EYE MOODY,
KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT and a small, dirty, hangdog man,
MUNDUNGUS FLETCHER. Lastly, HAGRID dismounts a MOTORBIKE,
strips a pair of fly-specked goggles from his face and
yanks a SMALL TWITTERING BIRD from his beard.
HAGRID
All righ', 'arry? Yeh look fit.
MAD-EYE
Yeah, he's ruddy gorgeous. What
say we get undercover before
someone murders him.
21 INT. SITTING ROOM/KITCHEN - NIGHT
Everyone spills down the hallway into the sitting room.
HARRY
I thought you were looking after
the Prime Minister, Kingsley.
SHACKLEBOLT
You're more important.
Harry grins, then a tall, red-headed man (BILL WEASLEY) is
before him, hand extended. His face is horribly SCARRED.
BILL
Hello, Harry. Bill Weasley.
FRED
Wasn't always this handsome.
GEORGE
Dead ugly.
BILL
(smiling; to Harry)
True enough. Owe it all to a
werewolf by name of Greyback.
Hope to repay the favor one day.
FLEUR
(a kiss to the cheek)
You are still beautiful to me,
William.
LUPIN
Just remember, Fleur, once you're
married: Bill takes his steaks on
the raw side now.
TONKS
My husband, the joker. By the
way, wait until you hear the
news! Remus and I are--
MAD-EYE
All right, all right! You'll all
have time for a cozy catch-up
later! We've got to get the hell
out of here and soon!
Moody drops some SACKS at his feet. Turns to Harry.
MAD-EYE (CONT'D)
Potter, you're underage, which
means you've still got the Trace
on you.
HARRY
The Trace?
MAD-EYE
You sneeze and the Ministry will
know who wiped your nose. Point
is, we have to use those means of
transport the Trace can't detect:
brooms, thestrals and the like.
We'll 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.
HARRY
The real one...?
Moody draws a FLASK from his cloak.
MAD-EYE
I believe you're familiar with
this particular brew.
HARRY
No! Absolutely not!
HERMIONE
(a sigh)
I told you he'd take it well.
HARRY
If you think I'm going to let
people rish their lives from me--
RON
Never done that before, have we?
HARRY
This is different. Taking that.
Becoming me--no.
FRED
Well, none of us really fancy it,
mate.
GEORGE
Yeah, imagine if something went
wrong and we were stuck as
scrawny, specky gits forever.
MAD-EYE
Everyone here's of age, Potter,
and they've all agreed to take
the risk.
MUNDUNGUS
Technically, I've been coerced.
MAD-EYE
Nip it, Mundungus! All right,
Granger, as discussed.
Hermione grabs a tuft of Harry's hair--yanks.
HARRY
Bilmey, Hermione!
MAD-EYE
Straight in here, if you please.
Moody holds out the flask, un-stoppered now. The potion
inside begins spit forth smoke. He hands it to George.
MAD-EYE (CONT'D)
For those of you who haven't
taken Polyjuice Potion before,
fair warning. It tastes like
goblin piss.
FRED
Have a lot of experiance with
that, do you, Mad-Eye?
Moody's eye rotates menacingly onto Fred.
FRED (CONT'D)
Just trying to defuse the
tension.
Fred takes the flask from George, followed by Ron,
Hermione, Fleur and Mundungus, who attempts a feeble bit of
fakery by wiping his mouth theatrically.
MAD-EYE
Try again, Dung, or I'll pour it
down yout thievin' throat myself.
Grumpily, Mundungus complies. Seconds later, his features--
like those of the others--begin to bubble like hot wax. As
the transformation completes, seven Harry Potters stand in
the tiny kitchen.
FRED/GEORGE
Wow--we're identical!
MAD-EYE
Not quite.
Moody pulls the ties on the SACKS and pulls out SEVEN
IDENTICAL OUTFITS.
MAD-EYE (CONT'D)
Sort yourselves out. Those whose
clothes are a bit roomy, I've got
smaller here and vice versa. And
don't forget the glasses.
(to Harry)
You'll need to change too,
Potter.
Harry, a bit self-consciously, begins to strip down. The
others, meanwhile, appear quite unconcerned to be exposing
Harry's body.
FLEUR
Bill, look away--I'm 'ideous.
RON
(smirking)
I knew Ginny was lying about that
tattoo.
HERMIONE
Harry, your eyesight really is
awful.
MAD-EYE
We'll be pairing off. Each of you
will have a protector. As for
you, Potter...
ALL
Yes?
MAD-EYE
The real Potter! Where the devil
are you, anyway?
HARRY
Here.
Moody's eye rotates onto the real Harry.
MAD-EYE
You'll ride with Hagrid.
HAGRID
Brought yeh here sixteen years
ago when you were barely bigger
than a bowtruckle. Seems only
righ' I should be the one ter
take yeh away.
MAD-EYE
Yeah, it's all very touching.
Let's go.
As they file out, grabs his rucksack and ponders Hedwig in
her cage. He snaps open the wire door and she flutters out,
swoops down the hallway and soars out the open door. Harry
glances once more down the hall, at the cupboard under the
stairs, then exits. We HOLD on Hedwig's empty cage.
22 EXT. PRIVET DRIVE - NIGHT
The other six Harrys sit upon thestrals and brooms. Hagrid
sits astride a motorbike, goggles on. As the real Harry
appears, Hagrid taps the sidecar and Harry drops in.
MAD-EYE
Good luck, everyone. On the count
of three. One...two--
Hagrid kicks his motorbike to life, lurches forward. Hedwig
swoops upward and beats toward the greasy moon. As Hagrid
roars into the sky, Harry twists round, watching one Harry
Potter after another whip past, watching Privet Drive grow
smaller, his eyes stinging in the wind, briefly lost in the
moment, when...
23 EXT. SKY - SAME TIME - NIGHT
...a DISTURBANCE FILLS THE AIR. Harry turns aways, looks up.
DEATH EATERS drop from the clouds, surround the others.
FLASHES of GREEN LIGHT splinter the darkness. Sparks
explode on the bike's chassis and Hagrid HOWLS in fury.
HARRY
Hagrid! We've got to help the
others!
HAGRID
Can't do it, 'arry. My job's ter
get you where were goin' safe 'n
sound--Mad-Eye's orders!
Before Harry can reply, FOUR DEATH EATERS jet out of the
darkness, robes snapping in the wind. As one, their wands
BIKE. Harry straightens--half-believing he's dreamed it
into existence--and STRIKES his head on the low door frame.
19 INT. HALLWAY/KITCHEN - SAME TIME - NIGHT
Harry pelts down the dark halls as OPAQUE SHAPES race past
the windows. He trips past Hedwig's cage, sending it
WOBBLING and flings open the front door.
20 EXT. FRONT DOOR - CONTINOUS - NIGHT
HERMIONE flings her arms around Harry. RON gives him a clap
on the back. Others emerge from the shadows: FRED, GEORGE,
BILL, FLEUR, TONKS, LUPIN, ARTHUR WEASLEY, MAD-EYE MOODY,
KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT and a small, dirty, hangdog man,
MUNDUNGUS FLETCHER. Lastly, HAGRID dismounts a MOTORBIKE,
strips a pair of fly-specked goggles from his face and
yanks a SMALL TWITTERING BIRD from his beard.
HAGRID
All righ', 'arry? Yeh look fit.
MAD-EYE
Yeah, he's ruddy gorgeous. What
say we get undercover before
someone murders him.
21 INT. SITTING ROOM/KITCHEN - NIGHT
Everyone spills down the hallway into the sitting room.
HARRY
I thought you were looking after
the Prime Minister, Kingsley.
SHACKLEBOLT
You're more important.
Harry grins, then a tall, red-headed man (BILL WEASLEY) is
before him, hand extended. His face is horribly SCARRED.
BILL
Hello, Harry. Bill Weasley.
FRED
Wasn't always this handsome.
GEORGE
Dead ugly.
BILL
(smiling; to Harry)
True enough. Owe it all to a
werewolf by name of Greyback.
Hope to repay the favor one day.
FLEUR
(a kiss to the cheek)
You are still beautiful to me,
William.
LUPIN
Just remember, Fleur, once you're
married: Bill takes his steaks on
the raw side now.
TONKS
My husband, the joker. By the
way, wait until you hear the
news! Remus and I are--
MAD-EYE
All right, all right! You'll all
have time for a cozy catch-up
later! We've got to get the hell
out of here and soon!
Moody drops some SACKS at his feet. Turns to Harry.
MAD-EYE (CONT'D)
Potter, you're underage, which
means you've still got the Trace
on you.
HARRY
The Trace?
MAD-EYE
You sneeze and the Ministry will
know who wiped your nose. Point
is, we have to use those means of
transport the Trace can't detect:
brooms, thestrals and the like.
We'll 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.
HARRY
The real one...?
Moody draws a FLASK from his cloak.
MAD-EYE
I believe you're familiar with
this particular brew.
HARRY
No! Absolutely not!
HERMIONE
(a sigh)
I told you he'd take it well.
HARRY
If you think I'm going to let
people rish their lives from me--
RON
Never done that before, have we?
HARRY
This is different. Taking that.
Becoming me--no.
FRED
Well, none of us really fancy it,
mate.
GEORGE
Yeah, imagine if something went
wrong and we were stuck as
scrawny, specky gits forever.
MAD-EYE
Everyone here's of age, Potter,
and they've all agreed to take
the risk.
MUNDUNGUS
Technically, I've been coerced.
MAD-EYE
Nip it, Mundungus! All right,
Granger, as discussed.
Hermione grabs a tuft of Harry's hair--yanks.
HARRY
Bilmey, Hermione!
MAD-EYE
Straight in here, if you please.
Moody holds out the flask, un-stoppered now. The potion
inside begins spit forth smoke. He hands it to George.
MAD-EYE (CONT'D)
For those of you who haven't
taken Polyjuice Potion before,
fair warning. It tastes like
goblin piss.
FRED
Have a lot of experiance with
that, do you, Mad-Eye?
Moody's eye rotates menacingly onto Fred.
FRED (CONT'D)
Just trying to defuse the
tension.
Fred takes the flask from George, followed by Ron,
Hermione, Fleur and Mundungus, who attempts a feeble bit of
fakery by wiping his mouth theatrically.
MAD-EYE
Try again, Dung, or I'll pour it
down yout thievin' throat myself.
Grumpily, Mundungus complies. Seconds later, his features--
like those of the others--begin to bubble like hot wax. As
the transformation completes, seven Harry Potters stand in
the tiny kitchen.
FRED/GEORGE
Wow--we're identical!
MAD-EYE
Not quite.
Moody pulls the ties on the SACKS and pulls out SEVEN
IDENTICAL OUTFITS.
MAD-EYE (CONT'D)
Sort yourselves out. Those whose
clothes are a bit roomy, I've got
smaller here and vice versa. And
don't forget the glasses.
(to Harry)
You'll need to change too,
Potter.
Harry, a bit self-consciously, begins to strip down. The
others, meanwhile, appear quite unconcerned to be exposing
Harry's body.
FLEUR
Bill, look away--I'm 'ideous.
RON
(smirking)
I knew Ginny was lying about that
tattoo.
HERMIONE
Harry, your eyesight really is
awful.
MAD-EYE
We'll be pairing off. Each of you
will have a protector. As for
you, Potter...
ALL
Yes?
MAD-EYE
The real Potter! Where the devil
are you, anyway?
HARRY
Here.
Moody's eye rotates onto the real Harry.
MAD-EYE
You'll ride with Hagrid.
HAGRID
Brought yeh here sixteen years
ago when you were barely bigger
than a bowtruckle. Seems only
righ' I should be the one ter
take yeh away.
MAD-EYE
Yeah, it's all very touching.
Let's go.
As they file out, grabs his rucksack and ponders Hedwig in
her cage. He snaps open the wire door and she flutters out,
swoops down the hallway and soars out the open door. Harry
glances once more down the hall, at the cupboard under the
stairs, then exits. We HOLD on Hedwig's empty cage.
22 EXT. PRIVET DRIVE - NIGHT
The other six Harrys sit upon thestrals and brooms. Hagrid
sits astride a motorbike, goggles on. As the real Harry
appears, Hagrid taps the sidecar and Harry drops in.
MAD-EYE
Good luck, everyone. On the count
of three. One...two--
Hagrid kicks his motorbike to life, lurches forward. Hedwig
swoops upward and beats toward the greasy moon. As Hagrid
roars into the sky, Harry twists round, watching one Harry
Potter after another whip past, watching Privet Drive grow
smaller, his eyes stinging in the wind, briefly lost in the
moment, when...
23 EXT. SKY - SAME TIME - NIGHT
...a DISTURBANCE FILLS THE AIR. Harry turns aways, looks up.
DEATH EATERS drop from the clouds, surround the others.
FLASHES of GREEN LIGHT splinter the darkness. Sparks
explode on the bike's chassis and Hagrid HOWLS in fury.
HARRY
Hagrid! We've got to help the
others!
HAGRID
Can't do it, 'arry. My job's ter
get you where were goin' safe 'n
sound--Mad-Eye's orders!
Before Harry can reply, FOUR DEATH EATERS jet out of the
darkness, robes snapping in the wind. As one, their wands
The second excerpt:-
Harry grins triumphantly when...a mad volley of WAND BLASTS
ricochet off the motorbike and Hedwig is gone. Harry
glances about desperately, when:
DEATH EATER
That's him! The real one!
The remaining Death Eaters fall back and disappear.
HAGRID
Hol' tight, 'arry! We've got ter
get yeh out of here!
Hagrid hits the purple button again and the motorbike
rockets forth. Harry gazes bleakly behind...then winces,
eyes rolling back in his head. Gripping his scar, he
squints toward the horizon and sees something closing on
them. It looks like smoke, then begins to take shape.
Voldemort. Flying. Slowly, Harry raises his wand.
HARRY
Hagrid....HAGRID...!
Harry lets out a primal scream, his eyes clenched shut in
pain, his wand hand trembling as he points it blindly.
Voldemort's snake-like face draws near, his wand trained on
Harry. Harry's arm goes slake, his wand dropping...
VOLDEMORT
Avada...
Abruptly, Harry's arm rises as if on a string, drawn up by
the wand trembling in his hand. GOLD FIRE spits forth and--
Crack!--SPARKS skitter up the chassis of the motorbike.
Harry wheels and--for a split second--is face to face with
Voldemort, whose eyes drift, staring--with something like
fear--at Harry's wand. Then--whoosh!--Voldemort peels
backward and away, evaporating like smoke. Just then...
...the motorbike's engine HICCUPS and Hagrid and Harry
begin to drop. PUTT...PUTT...PUTT...
28 EXT. THE BURROW - SAME TIME - NIGHT
The motorbike splashes down into the reeds, sputters, then
cuts out altogether in a SMOKING HISSSSS. Harry glances
about. A door opens in a crooked house. TWO SILHOUETTES
appear, dash forward--MRS. WEASLEY and GINNY.
MRS. WEASLEY
Harry! Hagrid! What happened!
Hve you seen the others?
HARRY
Is no one back yet?
He looks from Mrs. Weasley to Ginny. Ginny shakes her head.
HAGRID
They were on us from the star',
Molly--the Death Eaters. And You-
Know-Who as well.
Molly Weasley's face betrays panic, but she fights it back.
MRS. WEASLEY
Well, thank goodness you two are
all right.
HAGRID
Haven't go' any brandy, have yeh,
Molly? Fer medicinal purposes?
She nods, leads him toward the house. Once out of earshot,
Harry turns expectantly to Ginny. She looks frightened.
GINNY
Ron and Tonks should've already
been back. Dad and Fred as well.
Suddenly, several yards away, a BLUE LIGHT burns in the
darkness. Harry and Ginny rush towards it just as Lupin
materializes, cradling an unconscious "Harry," clothes
torn, head awash in BLOOD. Harry takes in the surreal
tableau, then watches "himself" transform into George, who
bears the true damage. Ginny's hands fly to her face.
GINNY (CONT'D)
Oh my God! George!
LUPIN
The house! Quickly!
29 INT. SITTING ROOM - WEASLEY HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT
Lupin and Harry drop George onto the sofa, where his head
rolls into the lamplight, the blood more shocking here.
Molly Weasley screams. George's ear is gone.
MRS. WEASLEY
My boy! My darling boy! What've
they done to you!
Harry looks on miserably--anger and guilt clashing within
him--when Lupin grabs a fistful of his shirt and hurls him
against the wall.
GINNY
Remus! What're you doing!
LUPIN
What creature sat in the corner
the first time that Harry Potter
visited my office at Hogwarts!
HARRY
Are you mad...?
LUPIN
WHAT CREATURE!
HARRY
A grindylow!
Lupin releases Harry, turns back to the others.
LUPIN
We've been betrayed. Voldemort
knew you were being moved
tonight. I had to make sure you
weren't an imposter.
HARRY
Who did this to him?
LUPIN
Snape.
(nodding to George)
He'll be fine, Molly. But that's
Dark Magic. The damage is done.
She simply nods, weeping, dabbing at George's face. A blue
glow glimmers against the window, where Hagrid stands.
HAGRID
Someone else is back.
30 EXT. YARD - THE BURROW - SECONDS LATER - NIGHT
Hermione and Kingsley stand together, looking shaken. As
the others rush forward, Kingsley points his wand at Lupin.
SHACKLEBOLT
The last words Albus Dumbledore
spoke to the pair of us?
LUPIN
'Harry is the best hope we have.
Trust him.'
Shacklebolt lowers his wand, wheels on Harry.
SHACKLEBOLT
What gave you away?
HARRY
Hedwig--I think. She was trying
to protect me--
Just then, the yard glows with BLUE LIGHT and one pair
after another materialize: Fred & Mr. Weasley, Bill &
Fleur, Ron & Tonks. Ron is still "Harry," but Hermione
doesn't hesitate, enveloping him in a fierce hug. As he
transforms back into his own battle-weary self, he looks
midly abashed to be in such close proximity to Hermione.
RON
Hey ya--Well...thanks.
TONKS
Deserves that. Brilliant, he was.
Wouldn't be standing here without
him.
HERMIONE
Really?
RON
(breaking free of her)
Always the tone of surprise.
ARTHUR WEASLEY
Are we the last? Where's George?
Suddenly silence. Mr. Weasley eyes all, turns to Lupin.
ARTHUR WEASLEY (CONT'D)
Remus. Where's my son?
31 INT. SITTING ROOM - WEASLEY HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT
Arthur Weasley, trailed by the others, stops dead. Molly
looks up, her face saying it all. Fred comes up on his
father's shoulder, eyes stinging with tears as he sees his
brother. As if sensing them, George stirs.
FRED
How do you feel, Georgie?
GEORGE
Saintlike.
FRED
Come again?
George opens his eyes, lifts a blood-crusted finger, and
points to the dark cavity in the side of his skull.
GEORGE
Saintlike...You see, I'm holy.
Holey, Fred, geddit?
FRED
With the whole wide world of ear-
related humor at your disposal,
you go for holey? Pathetic.
GEORGE
Reckon I'm still better looking
than you. Better looking than
Bill, that's for sure.
Bill doesn't smile. Next to him, Fleur looks equally grim.
BILL
Mad-Eye's dead.
The room goes still.
BILL (CONT'D)
Mundungus took one look at
Voldemort and disapparated.
LUPIN
Madeye reckoned You-Know-Who
would expect the real Harry to be
with the most skilled Auror. He
knew he'd be in the most danger.
ARTHUR WEASLEY
It doesn't explain how they knew
we were moving Harry tonight.
The room grows quiet. Eyes shift.
HAGRID
Wha'? One of us? Tha's mad. I'd
wager my life it wasn' none of
you lot. An' if it was me I'd
kno', wouldn' I? Talk in me sleep
on occasion, I'll admit, but
there's only Fang aroun' ter hear
an' mostly it's gibberish an'
besides I'd cut me tongue out
'fore I'd betray 'arry e'en in me
dreams--
Hagrid stops, blinking miserably. Suddenly, all smile.
HAGRID (CONT'D)
Wha's so funny!
HARRY
I trust you with my life, Hagrid.
I trust everyone in this room.
Understood?
LUPIN
Understood.
GEORGE
'ear, 'ear.
Fred nods approvingly to his brother.
FRED
Better.
32 EXT. YARD - THE BURROW - LATER - NIGHT
The crooked house is silent. Harry stands alone, eyeing his
wand. Then...Hermione and Ron appear.
RON
For the record, George would do
it again in a heartbeat.
HARRY
And Madeye?
RON
We know what we're up against,
mate.
HARRY
Something strange happened
tonight when I was fighting off
Voldemort. It wasn't really me
that did it.
HERMIONE
What d'you mean 'wasn't you'?
HARRY
I froze. My wand saved me. It
acted on its own.
HERMIONE
Wands don't work that way, Harry.
HARRY
I'm telling you what happened.
Hermione and Ron stare at Harry's outstretched hand.
HARRY (CONT'D)
I think we should leave tonight.
HERMIONE
Not possible. You've still got
the Trace on you. And anyway, I
need another day or two to
prepare.
Harry looks frustrated, then notices Ginny standing in the
shadows of the porch. She turns, enters the house.
RON
I've been wondering something.
You-Know-Who hid his soul in
seven Horcruxes, right? And two
have been destroyed, right? Do
you think he knows that part of
him is dead? Does he feel it?
HARRY
I don't care. Let's just find the
other five and kill what remains.
33 INT. RON'S ROOM - LATER - NIGHT
Shadows cling to the ceiling. Ron snores lightly on the bed
while Harry tosses fitfully upon the floor. Suddenly, his
SCAR CONTRACTS. He GRIMACES.
VOLDEMORT (O.S.)
You lied to me, Ollivander!
34 INT. CELLAR - MALFOY MANOR - NIGHT
At the bottom of a run of rotting wooden stairs, Wormtail
props up an emaciated OLLIVANDER. In the CRACKED surface of
a TALL MIRROR, we see Voldemort reflected at the top of the
stairs--an angry silhouette.
OLLIVANDER
No! No! I believed a different
wand would work, I swear!
VOLDEMORT
Then explain this!
Voldemort extends his skeletal fingers. Lucius Malfoy's
wand lies shattered upon his ghostly skin.
OLLIVANDER
But it makes no sense...
VOLDEMORT
Perhaps our friend's loyalties
lie elsewhere, Wormtail.
OLLIVANDER
No! There must be a way! I'll
think of something else!
VOLDEMORT
I hope so, Ollivander, for your
sake. I won't be so forgiving
next time...
ricochet off the motorbike and Hedwig is gone. Harry
glances about desperately, when:
DEATH EATER
That's him! The real one!
The remaining Death Eaters fall back and disappear.
HAGRID
Hol' tight, 'arry! We've got ter
get yeh out of here!
Hagrid hits the purple button again and the motorbike
rockets forth. Harry gazes bleakly behind...then winces,
eyes rolling back in his head. Gripping his scar, he
squints toward the horizon and sees something closing on
them. It looks like smoke, then begins to take shape.
Voldemort. Flying. Slowly, Harry raises his wand.
HARRY
Hagrid....HAGRID...!
Harry lets out a primal scream, his eyes clenched shut in
pain, his wand hand trembling as he points it blindly.
Voldemort's snake-like face draws near, his wand trained on
Harry. Harry's arm goes slake, his wand dropping...
VOLDEMORT
Avada...
Abruptly, Harry's arm rises as if on a string, drawn up by
the wand trembling in his hand. GOLD FIRE spits forth and--
Crack!--SPARKS skitter up the chassis of the motorbike.
Harry wheels and--for a split second--is face to face with
Voldemort, whose eyes drift, staring--with something like
fear--at Harry's wand. Then--whoosh!--Voldemort peels
backward and away, evaporating like smoke. Just then...
...the motorbike's engine HICCUPS and Hagrid and Harry
begin to drop. PUTT...PUTT...PUTT...
28 EXT. THE BURROW - SAME TIME - NIGHT
The motorbike splashes down into the reeds, sputters, then
cuts out altogether in a SMOKING HISSSSS. Harry glances
about. A door opens in a crooked house. TWO SILHOUETTES
appear, dash forward--MRS. WEASLEY and GINNY.
MRS. WEASLEY
Harry! Hagrid! What happened!
Hve you seen the others?
HARRY
Is no one back yet?
He looks from Mrs. Weasley to Ginny. Ginny shakes her head.
HAGRID
They were on us from the star',
Molly--the Death Eaters. And You-
Know-Who as well.
Molly Weasley's face betrays panic, but she fights it back.
MRS. WEASLEY
Well, thank goodness you two are
all right.
HAGRID
Haven't go' any brandy, have yeh,
Molly? Fer medicinal purposes?
She nods, leads him toward the house. Once out of earshot,
Harry turns expectantly to Ginny. She looks frightened.
GINNY
Ron and Tonks should've already
been back. Dad and Fred as well.
Suddenly, several yards away, a BLUE LIGHT burns in the
darkness. Harry and Ginny rush towards it just as Lupin
materializes, cradling an unconscious "Harry," clothes
torn, head awash in BLOOD. Harry takes in the surreal
tableau, then watches "himself" transform into George, who
bears the true damage. Ginny's hands fly to her face.
GINNY (CONT'D)
Oh my God! George!
LUPIN
The house! Quickly!
29 INT. SITTING ROOM - WEASLEY HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT
Lupin and Harry drop George onto the sofa, where his head
rolls into the lamplight, the blood more shocking here.
Molly Weasley screams. George's ear is gone.
MRS. WEASLEY
My boy! My darling boy! What've
they done to you!
Harry looks on miserably--anger and guilt clashing within
him--when Lupin grabs a fistful of his shirt and hurls him
against the wall.
GINNY
Remus! What're you doing!
LUPIN
What creature sat in the corner
the first time that Harry Potter
visited my office at Hogwarts!
HARRY
Are you mad...?
LUPIN
WHAT CREATURE!
HARRY
A grindylow!
Lupin releases Harry, turns back to the others.
LUPIN
We've been betrayed. Voldemort
knew you were being moved
tonight. I had to make sure you
weren't an imposter.
HARRY
Who did this to him?
LUPIN
Snape.
(nodding to George)
He'll be fine, Molly. But that's
Dark Magic. The damage is done.
She simply nods, weeping, dabbing at George's face. A blue
glow glimmers against the window, where Hagrid stands.
HAGRID
Someone else is back.
30 EXT. YARD - THE BURROW - SECONDS LATER - NIGHT
Hermione and Kingsley stand together, looking shaken. As
the others rush forward, Kingsley points his wand at Lupin.
SHACKLEBOLT
The last words Albus Dumbledore
spoke to the pair of us?
LUPIN
'Harry is the best hope we have.
Trust him.'
Shacklebolt lowers his wand, wheels on Harry.
SHACKLEBOLT
What gave you away?
HARRY
Hedwig--I think. She was trying
to protect me--
Just then, the yard glows with BLUE LIGHT and one pair
after another materialize: Fred & Mr. Weasley, Bill &
Fleur, Ron & Tonks. Ron is still "Harry," but Hermione
doesn't hesitate, enveloping him in a fierce hug. As he
transforms back into his own battle-weary self, he looks
midly abashed to be in such close proximity to Hermione.
RON
Hey ya--Well...thanks.
TONKS
Deserves that. Brilliant, he was.
Wouldn't be standing here without
him.
HERMIONE
Really?
RON
(breaking free of her)
Always the tone of surprise.
ARTHUR WEASLEY
Are we the last? Where's George?
Suddenly silence. Mr. Weasley eyes all, turns to Lupin.
ARTHUR WEASLEY (CONT'D)
Remus. Where's my son?
31 INT. SITTING ROOM - WEASLEY HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT
Arthur Weasley, trailed by the others, stops dead. Molly
looks up, her face saying it all. Fred comes up on his
father's shoulder, eyes stinging with tears as he sees his
brother. As if sensing them, George stirs.
FRED
How do you feel, Georgie?
GEORGE
Saintlike.
FRED
Come again?
George opens his eyes, lifts a blood-crusted finger, and
points to the dark cavity in the side of his skull.
GEORGE
Saintlike...You see, I'm holy.
Holey, Fred, geddit?
FRED
With the whole wide world of ear-
related humor at your disposal,
you go for holey? Pathetic.
GEORGE
Reckon I'm still better looking
than you. Better looking than
Bill, that's for sure.
Bill doesn't smile. Next to him, Fleur looks equally grim.
BILL
Mad-Eye's dead.
The room goes still.
BILL (CONT'D)
Mundungus took one look at
Voldemort and disapparated.
LUPIN
Madeye reckoned You-Know-Who
would expect the real Harry to be
with the most skilled Auror. He
knew he'd be in the most danger.
ARTHUR WEASLEY
It doesn't explain how they knew
we were moving Harry tonight.
The room grows quiet. Eyes shift.
HAGRID
Wha'? One of us? Tha's mad. I'd
wager my life it wasn' none of
you lot. An' if it was me I'd
kno', wouldn' I? Talk in me sleep
on occasion, I'll admit, but
there's only Fang aroun' ter hear
an' mostly it's gibberish an'
besides I'd cut me tongue out
'fore I'd betray 'arry e'en in me
dreams--
Hagrid stops, blinking miserably. Suddenly, all smile.
HAGRID (CONT'D)
Wha's so funny!
HARRY
I trust you with my life, Hagrid.
I trust everyone in this room.
Understood?
LUPIN
Understood.
GEORGE
'ear, 'ear.
Fred nods approvingly to his brother.
FRED
Better.
32 EXT. YARD - THE BURROW - LATER - NIGHT
The crooked house is silent. Harry stands alone, eyeing his
wand. Then...Hermione and Ron appear.
RON
For the record, George would do
it again in a heartbeat.
HARRY
And Madeye?
RON
We know what we're up against,
mate.
HARRY
Something strange happened
tonight when I was fighting off
Voldemort. It wasn't really me
that did it.
HERMIONE
What d'you mean 'wasn't you'?
HARRY
I froze. My wand saved me. It
acted on its own.
HERMIONE
Wands don't work that way, Harry.
HARRY
I'm telling you what happened.
Hermione and Ron stare at Harry's outstretched hand.
HARRY (CONT'D)
I think we should leave tonight.
HERMIONE
Not possible. You've still got
the Trace on you. And anyway, I
need another day or two to
prepare.
Harry looks frustrated, then notices Ginny standing in the
shadows of the porch. She turns, enters the house.
RON
I've been wondering something.
You-Know-Who hid his soul in
seven Horcruxes, right? And two
have been destroyed, right? Do
you think he knows that part of
him is dead? Does he feel it?
HARRY
I don't care. Let's just find the
other five and kill what remains.
33 INT. RON'S ROOM - LATER - NIGHT
Shadows cling to the ceiling. Ron snores lightly on the bed
while Harry tosses fitfully upon the floor. Suddenly, his
SCAR CONTRACTS. He GRIMACES.
VOLDEMORT (O.S.)
You lied to me, Ollivander!
34 INT. CELLAR - MALFOY MANOR - NIGHT
At the bottom of a run of rotting wooden stairs, Wormtail
props up an emaciated OLLIVANDER. In the CRACKED surface of
a TALL MIRROR, we see Voldemort reflected at the top of the
stairs--an angry silhouette.
OLLIVANDER
No! No! I believed a different
wand would work, I swear!
VOLDEMORT
Then explain this!
Voldemort extends his skeletal fingers. Lucius Malfoy's
wand lies shattered upon his ghostly skin.
OLLIVANDER
But it makes no sense...
VOLDEMORT
Perhaps our friend's loyalties
lie elsewhere, Wormtail.
OLLIVANDER
No! There must be a way! I'll
think of something else!
VOLDEMORT
I hope so, Ollivander, for your
sake. I won't be so forgiving
next time...
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