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Harry continues to duel the sentries on the other skiff, as Ron lowers the spear toward Dean.
Ron. Dean. Grab it.
Dean. Lower it.
Ron. I'm trying.
The cannon fires again, shaking the skiff. The rope snaps and Dean flies toward the Devil's Snare.
Ron finds himself dangling above the Devil's Snare and Dean.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Grab me, Hagrid. I'm slipping.
Hagrid grabs Ron's legs, as the Devonian dangles the spear toward the struggling Dean.
As soon as Harry disposes of the last guard, trolls fire another blast at the skiff.
Harry leaps to the side of the barge. A hatch opens and a guard comes out, holding a rifle toward Harry. Harry grabs his wrist and tosses him into the mouth of the Devil's Snare.
Ron extends the spear toward Dean.
Grab it. [Dean reaches for it.] Almost. You almost got it.
Another blast causes Dean to let go of the spear.
Dean. Hold it. Whoa!
Just when they are about to fire again, Harry engages them, killing the gunner.
Ron. Gently now. All . . . all right. Easy. Hold me, Hagrid.
Dean screams, as the Devil's Snare's tentacles coil toward him.
Ron sees a rifle.
Hagrid. Hagrid. Give me the gun. [Hagrid hands the gun to Ron.] Don't move, Dean.
Dean. No! Wait! I thought you were blind.
Ron. It's all right. I can see a lot better. Trust me. Don't move.
Ron aims the rifle.
Dean. A little higher. Just a little higher.
Ron fires. The Devil's Snare screams and releases Dean, who grabs the spear tightly.
Ron. Hagrid. Pull us up. All right . . . up, Hagrid, up.
Hagrid pulls both Ron and Dean onto the skiff.
Meanwhile, Hedwig returns to the room Percy and Hermione, still chained to the giant's corpse, are. Hedwig fires his torch and releases Hermione.
Hermione. Come on. We've got to get out of here.
Peeves scratches at Percy's eyes.
Percy. Not my eyes. Hedwig. Help. Quickly, Hedwig. O! O!
Hedwig zaps Peeves and the court jester leaps for the rafters.
Beast!
Hermione and the droids head for the deck.
Harry. Get the gun. Point it at the deck.
Hermione grabs the large laser cannon.
Point it at the deck.
A sentry fires at Harry, hitting his prosthetic hand. He groans at the sudden pain and disposes of the sentry with his lightwand.
Hedwig. [beeps wildly]
Percy. Hedwig. Where are we going? I couldn't possibly jump. . . .
Hedwig butts the prefect, and two fall headfirst into the sand.
Harry runs toward Hermione and the cannon. Hermione fires.
The sail barge explodes, as Harry and Hermione swing onto the skiff, where Ron, Hagrid, and Dean are.
Harry. Let's go. And don't forget the droids.
Dean. We're on our way.
With two magnets, Dean catches the droids, and they fly off toward the Ford Anglia and Harry's waiting Firebolt.
Ron, Hermione, Dean, Hagrid, and Percy fly the Anglia, as Harry and Hedwig fly the Firebolt.
Harry. Meet you back at the fleet.
Hermione. Hurry. The DA should be assembled by now.
Harry. I will.
Ron. Hey, Harry, thanks. Thanks for coming after me. Now I owe you one.
The two head in separate directions.
Hedwig. [beeps]
Harry. That's right, Hedwig. We're going to the Mould-on-the-Would region. I have a promise to keep . . . to an old friend.
Exit all.