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...
