OK, here we are. Last chapter of TPS!
loveemmawatsonandhermione: I figured that, yeah I know right! *oh shoot I forgot about the troll* ahaha thanks, you too!
Ummm: *silence* I'm not asking you to read this, or forcing you, and nothing you say will stop me writing it. Now I'm not shouting out your reviews anymore, so shut up and goodbye
Amanda: Hi. I definitely agree with you there. Good day or morning or afternoon or evening or night
weirdhead: Yes, I can agree with that
Micheal in Arizona: *bleets* I think that's because the screenwriter was a huge Hermione fan. Yesss I know right. Oh wow, when I read it, I was trying to figure out the potion riddle when I first read it, then I was like "yeah just let the characters do it."
Scene:
Harry walks down a long staircase to an empty room with pillars around it. The Mirror of Erised is in the middle of the room, and a man is standing before it. It is Quirrell. Harry yelps and grabs his scar.
"Sooo… no Potions task?" Harry muttered. "And the troll that had already been defeated… all cut out of the film."
"Maybe it's better this way," said Hermione. "I mean, if you had figured out the potions task on your own that would have just been…" she shook her head.
Harry: You? {Quirrell turns around.} No. It can't be...Snape. He was the one…
"Me," said Quirrell. "Just skipped me saying I'd been expecting Potter to come."
"I still can't believe it was Quirrell," Harry said.
"So do you three owe someone an apology?" Snape hissed, his cold voice sounding quite mean.
"Oh, I'm sorry Professor Snape," Ron muttered, rolling his eyes, "for blaming you for something that really looked like it was you twenty-eight years ago."
Snape glared at him.
Quirrell: Yes. He does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to me, who would suspect, "p-p-poor s-stuttering Professor Quirrell?"
"Hmmm… I would rate that monologue a 7/10," said Quirrell. "It was along the same lines of the truth, except…" he stopped.
"Except you said Severus seemed like the type," Harry snapped, "and you said it was lucky to have him swooping around like an overgrown bat."
Snape glared at Quirrell. "You dare insult me, Quirinus?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Quirrell muttered, resuming the movie.
Harry: B-but, that day, during the Quidditch Match, Snape tried to kill me.
"Of course you blame me!" Snape drawled. "You've blamed me for everything in this movie!"
"Well, Hermione literally saw you muttering some thing that looked like a jinx!" Ron cried. "Maybe that's why we kept blaming you, dummy!"
As soon as those words slipped out of Ron's mouth, he immediately regretted it. Snape's seat teleported right next to his, so Ron now had those cold black eyes staring right into his face. Snape was so close to him, Ron could see right up his nose.
"Uhhh… I mean, well…" Ron hurried to try and find an excuse for his words, but Hermione quickly saved him.
"What Ron means, is that you saving Harry looked like you were trying to kill him," she said.
Snape looked at the both of them angrily, then his seat was teleported back to his regular spot.
Quirrell: No, dear boy. I tried to kill you! And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded. Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse.
"I actually lost my concentration because Miss Granger accidentally bumped into me when she went to set fire to Snape," Quirrell said.
"I still haven't forgiven you for that, Granger," Snape hissed.
"I'm sorry, Professor!" Hermione said. "I thought you were the one making Harry fall off his broom!"
Snape shook his head.
Harry: Snape was trying to...save me?
"Yes, Mr Potter," Snape said angrily. "I was trying to save you."
"Professor Snape," Harry said directly to Snape. "I've realised that by now."
Quirrell: I knew you were a danger right from the off. Especially after Halloween.
"Ohhhh… that skipped a lot," said Quirrell.
"Well, probably because the match where Snape wanted to referee was cut out fully from the movie," Harry said.
"Wait a minute," said Ginny. "So… that troll that came earlier, the one you and Ron saved Hermione from… Quirrell let that in?"
Harry nodded.
Harry: Th-then you let the troll in.
"Good job, Dad," Albus said, patting his dad on the back. "I'm very proud of you."
"And before I discovered that, Quirrell said I was too nosy to live," Harry laughed.
"Well, I mean, he's not wrong," Ginny said, raising her eyebrows at her husband, which earned her a scowl from him.
Quirrell: Very good Potter, yes. Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. While everyone else was running to the dungeon, he went to the 3rd floor to head me off. He, of course, never trusted me again. He rarely left me alone.
"Pffffttt, I give that monologue a 6/10," Quirrell said. "And ugh, why haven't those ropes tied around Potter yet?!"
"Oh, yes!" Harry remembered the ropes that had constrained him when he'd gone down there and seen Quirrell. "It wasn't very nice of you to put those around me, you know."
"Well do you expect me to just let you roam around free?" Quirrell snapped.
"You seem to be here," Harry said, pointing up to the screen.
{Quirrell turns back to the mirror and Harry's scar hurts.}
Quirrell: But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone. Never. Now...what does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?
"You're never alone?" Fred laughed.
"You seem to be pretty alone," George added.
"Now that you're dead!" they both mocked.
Quirrell silently cursed them both.
{A raspy voice, VOLDEMORT, calls.}: Use the boy.
Quirrell: Come here, Potter, now!
"That skipped a lot," Quirrell and Harry both said, then proceeded to glare at each other.
"Now that's just creepy," said Ginny. "I'm guessing that voice is Voldemort?"
"NOW YOU'RE SAYING HIS NAME!?" Ron cried at his sister.
"Well, he did die you know," Ginny pointed out. "Well, he did, but now he's here, so I guess… well anyway, magic doesn't work in here remember? Voldemort can't hurt us!"
"I AM RIGHT HERE, HONESTLY!" Voldemort cried.
A smirk twisted onto Ginny's features. "Oh gosh, what is the smell? I can smell it really well with my nose."
"What…" but Harry quickly caught on. "Oh, yes, my nose is about to break. Are you a bit gassy there, Ron?"
"What, it wasn't me," said Ron, also catching onto the joke and pinching his nose.
Soon basically everyone was in on it, and Voldemort was getting angrier and angrier.
"YOU DARE INSULT ME JUST BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A NOSE!" He exploded. "THAT IS COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY RUDE AND… AND NOSEIST!"
Everyone burst into a fit of laughter, and Ginny, who had started the joke, had tears of joy rolling down her face.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort screamed, pointing his wand at Ginny. But nothing happened.
"Why are you listening to our conversation?" Ginny wheezed. "You're being a bit nosy!"
Voldemort screamed in anger as they all settled into their seats, still laughing like crazy, and played the movie.
{Harry walks forward shakily.}
Quirrell: Tell me. What do you see?
"Ohhhh snap," Ron said, wiping away the last of his tears from laughing so hard.
{Harry looks in the mirror. He sees himself. His mirror self brings his hand into his pocket and takes out a red stone! The mirror self winks and puts the stone back. Very subtly, Harry reaches to his pocket. There is a lump. He gasps.}
"Oh, it's changed!" James and Lily sr said. "I guess now we're not important to you anymore?"
"No, no, it changed back to seeing you two, but just at that moment, I really wanted to stop Quirrell from getting the stone!" Harry explained.
"Wait but Dad," said Lily jr. "That… that lump in your pocket… it's the Philosopher's Stone, isn't it? But how did it get in your pocket?"
"It's called magic, Lily," Harry told his daughter, smiling at her.
Quirrell: What is it?! What do you see?!
"Jeez Professor Quirrell," James jr said. "Impatient, much?"
Harry: I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the house cup.
"Why didn't you just say you saw your parents?" Hermione asked. "That would have been much more logical, and easier to lie about, as it's what you normally see."
"Oooohhh," Harry said, wondering why he didn't say that. "Good point, Hermione."
Voldemort's voice: He lies.
"How did you know?" Harry asked.
"Well, I could kind of read your mind, not so well at that point," Voldemort said.
"Could you smell his mind?" Ginny giggled, earning herself a deadly glare from the darkest wizard of all time.
Quirrell: Tell the truth! What do you see?!
Voldemort's voice: Let me speak to him.
"Let me speak to him face-to-face," Harry said, imitating what he remembered Voldemort saying. "Sooooo dramatic, my arch nemesis who somehow seems to care about my education and wait until the end of the school year, so I can train to fight you."
"Shut up, Harry Potter," Voldemort hissed.
Quirrell: Master, you are not strong enough.
"Don't you 'not strong enough' me, you worthless servant!" Voldemort hissed at Quirrell.
"I'm sorry, master…" Quirrell said, cowering into his seat.
Voldemort's voice: I have strength enough for this. {Quirrell unwraps his turban and on the side opposite his face, another face is planted. It is Voldemort who appears kind of like a snake. He stretches out and faces Harry via the mirror.} Harry Potter. We meet again.
"He just said Harry Potter and not we meet again," said Harry, trying to imitate Voldemort's whispering, cold, raspy voice.
"I should have said we meet again," said Voldemort thoughtfully. "I would have seemed way more dramatic!"
"Are you going on about being dramatic again, my lord?" Bellatrix said.
"Well, I mean, what sort of a villain would I be if I wasn't?" Voldemort replied.
Harry: Voldemort.
"They make it seem like I'm actually brave," Harry said plainly.
Voldemort: Yes. You see what I have become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another. A mere parasite. Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can. Something, that conveniently enough, lies in your pocket!
"Eehhh… 8/10," said Voldemort.
"Done some sniffing around to make sure it's all right, Tom?" Harry found himself laughing. Ginny was clutching her stomach from the pain of laughing so hard.
Harry turns and runs.
"Well I mean, I couldn't run," said Harry. "I kept stumbling and tripping!"
Voldemort: Stop him! {Quirrell snaps his fingers and fire erupts all around the room. Harry is stuck.} Don't be a fool! Why suffer a horrific death when you can join me and live?!
"Woah, I don't remember any fire coming," Harry said, remembering.
"That monologue… it deserves a 7/10," said Voldemort.
Harry: {shakes his head} Never!
"I actually yelled out 'liar'," said Harry. "And I yelled out 'never' later."
Voldemort: Haha. Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Harry, would you like to see your mother and father again? Together, we can bring them back. {In the mirror, Harrys parents faces appear.} All I ask for is something in return. {Harry takes the stone from his pocket.} That's it, Harry. There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the stone! {Mother and father vanish.}
"WHY WOULD YOU TAKE THE STONE FROM YOUR POCKET, YOU DIM-WITTED IDIOT!" Ginny cried.
"I didn't," Harry hissed. "Voldemort was just explaining how he'd killed my parents, saying they were brave, too."
Harry: YOU LIAR!
"That's gotta be iconic," said Albus.
"Surely it's a meme," added Dudley.
Voldemort: Kill him!
"He actually said 'seize him'," Harry corrected, shaking his head.
Quirrell soars into the air and smashes into Harry, one hand on Harrys throat. They fall to the steps. The stone falls out of Harry's reach as Quirrell chokes him. Harry strains and squeaks. Suddenly, Harry puts his hand on Quirrell's, trying to get him off. Smoke furls from under his hand.
"Hollllyyyy…" James jr winced. "He was just choking an eleven-year old kid!"
"Well, he's evil," said Harry. "And his hands didn't smoke, they blistered up. And it also happened when he touched me, not just when I touched him."
Quirrell: Ahh! Ahh! {backs up. His hand is crumbling into a mountain of black ash.} What is this magic? {hand dissipates.}
"Yeah, what is that magic?" Harry agreed.
"My hand just blistered up, it didn't turn to ash!" Quirrell cried.
Voldemort: Fool! Get the stone!
"So bossy," Ginny said. "Nosy and bossy. Hahaha, nosy."
"SHUT. UP. STUPID. CHILD!" Voldemort yelled. "I've possessed you once, so I can do it again!"
"But you haven't got no diary!" Ginny laughed. "That diary was destroyed, uh huh, uh huh!"
Quirrell: {Walks forward, but Harry puts both hands on his face.} Ahhhhhhhhhh!
"Good thinking, Harry," said Hermione.
"Yeah, except for the fact that his face actually didn't crumble into ash, it all blistered up," Harry said pointedly.
{Quirrell backs up, then his face, which is horrendously burned, crumbles as he walks forward. His whole body is ash. He falls to the floor.}
"Holy heck…" Albus stared at the screen. "Now that was dramatic!"
"Well, basically Quirrell didn't turn to ash, he blistered up. I held onto his arm really tightly… and I think that killed him, I'm not really sure. I remember passing out," said Harry.
{Harry gasps. He looks at his own hands and hurries over to the stone. He picks it up and sighs, when he hears something. Turning, Harry sees a dust clouds with Voldemort's face. The cloud rushes forward, right through Harry.}
"HOLY HECK!" Harry yelled, shocked by this. "That… that never happened."
"Wait, why did you pass out then?" Lily jr asked.
"Because of the pain in my scar," said Harry. "It was hurting so much because Quirrell was touching me, and he was connected to Voldemort. But it doesn't seem like my scar was hurting here."
Voldemort: Arrrhhhhhh!
Harry: Ahhhhhhhhh! {Voldemort flies away. Harry falls to the ground, unconscious. He holds the stone in an outstretched hand.}
"Holy heck!" Harry cried. "I wasn't even certain what had happened to Quirrell… Voldemort's spirit didn't even go through me!"
"These movies must make it all dramatic, don't they," said Ron.
"Well, it's kind of what muggle movies do," Hermione explained.
Scene:
The hospital wing. Harry is bandaged, lying in bed. He awakens, puts on his glasses, and sits up. There are cards and candy all over. Dumbledore approaches him.
"Dumbledore was already leaning over me when I came to," said Harry. "He did not enter."
"Correct, Harry," said Dumbledore.
Dumbledore: Good afternoon, Harry. Ah. Tokens from your admirers?
"Tokens from your admirers?" Ginny repeated. "What admirers is he talking about?"
"Oh, I don't know, Ginny," said Ron, smirking. "His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad…"
Ginny turned a bright pink colour. "Shut up, Ronald Weasley!"
Ron just laughed, as Fred and George continued to say the poem in high pitched tones.
"His hair is as dark as a blackboard! I wish he was mine, he's really divine! The hero who conquered the Dark Lord!"
The Weasley twins and a heap of others roared in laughter.
"Oh, what about that poem you wrote for Angelina Johnson, eh, Fred?" Ginny said, smirking. Fred fell silent.
Harry: Admirers?
"And what about Harry going psycho about the Philosopher's Stone?" Dumbledore mentioned.
Dumbledore: What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows. {Both smile.}
"Of course the whole school knows!" Ron said. "Word spreads so fast at Hogwarts."
"And at muggle schools, too," said Hermione. "Sometimes the rumours spread aren't even true, like, apparently when I was six years old I was dating a guy named Lennox Rannolds."
"Who is this Lennox Rannolds?" Ron asked, raising his eyebrows.
"I honestly don't know," Hermione answered.
Dumbledore: Ah, I see your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble of opening your Chocolate Frogs.
"Ummmmmm, no I didn't," Ron said angrily. "Just that stupid baboon is super greedy! I wouldn't do that, oh my gosh."
"Where's the toilet seat we sent?!" George cried.
"Yeah, it took a lot of work to yank that off the toilet!" Fred added.
"Confiscated, of course," Madam Pomfrey snapped. "That was a stupid joke of yours."
"Wait, you tried to send them a toilet seat?" James sr asked.
Fred and George nodded.
"That's absolutely bloody brilliant!" Sirius laughed. "We should have done that in our day, James!"
"You shouldn't have!" McGonagall cried, looking quite angry, so they all shut up.
Harry: Ron was here? Is he all right? What about Hermione?
"Dude that didn't happen," Harry said.
"Aw, you don't even care about your fwends?" Ron asked, faking a pout.
"Well, maybe he doesn't," said Hermione. "Not you, at least. We all know I'm the favourite."
"Hey, who was it that Harry would miss the most from the mermaid task?" Ron said, raising his eyebrows. Hermione silently swore.
Dumbledore: Fine. They're both just fine.
Harry: But, what happened to the Stone?
"Oh, nowwww I'm asking about the Stone?" Harry said. "And I'm so calm about it?"
"Yes, Harry was actually going quite psycho over it," Dumbledore explained.
"I was worried, Professor!" Harry said in his defence.
Dumbledore: Relax, dear boy. The stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicholas and I had a little chat and agreed it was best all around.
"It's all for the best," Dumbledore corrected.
Harry: But Flamel, he'll die, won't he?
"And his wife!" Harry said. "I mentioned his wife, not just him!"
Dumbledore: {sits on the bed.} He has enough Elixir to set his affairs in order. But yes, he will die.
"They have enough elixir to set their affairs in order, and then, yes they will die," Dumbledore said, correcting his movie self.
Harry: How is it I got the Stone, sir? One minute I was staring in the mirror, and the next...
"That just skipped a lot of dialogue there," said Harry.
"Yes, indeed it did," Dumbledore said. "I remember telling you quite a bit there, Harry. But, of course, like everything else, they must cut it out."
Dumbledore: Ah. You see, only a person who wanted to find the Stone, find it, but not use it, would be able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And between you and me thats saying something. {Smile both.}
"Monologue was pretty good," Harry said. "Just Dumbledore said it was the brilliant idea before he actually explained it." He turned to Dumbledore for a rating.
"9/10," Dumbledore said. "Not perfect, but quite good."
Harry: Does that mean, with the Stone gone, I mean, that Voldemort can never come back?
"Oh, now I ask this? And what about Dumbledore's quote here, 'fear of a name only increases the fear of the thing itself'."
Dumbledore smiled. "You have been taught well, Harry."
Dumbledore: Ah, I'm afraid there are ways in which he can return. Harry, do you know why Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him? {Harry shakes his head.} It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark. {Harry touches his scar.} No, no, this kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin.
"A mark?" Harry said. "I don't really remember this… but I'm guessing it must be…"
Harry: What is it?
Dumbledore: Love, Harry, love.
"Of course," Voldemort hissed. "That stupid magic. The magic which is somehow powerful yet so disgustingly awful and hard to understand."
"That is actually so cringe-worthy though," Ginny said, screwing up her face.
"Oh, Ginny, don't you loooovvveeee me?" Harry said, putting his arm around his wife.
"Get off, you," she said. "They're talking about the love your mother had for you, not your future romance life."
{Dumbledore pats Harry's head and stands up.}
"You just… that looked so weird," said Harry. "Did he just pat my head? That's just weird!"
Dumbledore: Ah. Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit flavoured one, and since then I have lost my liking for them. But I think I could be safe with a nice toffee...
"Oh no…." said Dumbledore said. "That literally choked me."
Dumbledore: {takes brown bean and eats it.} Mm. Alas. Earwax.
"Sir, you didn't even choke here! You were so calm about it," said Harry.
Dumbledore shook his head. "Honestly, that thing could have killed me!"
Scene:
Harry approaches a room where up on a stairwell balcony Hermione and Ron are talking. They stop when they see Harry and lean over the railing.
"Say what…" Harry said. "But they came in and visited me!"
"That really looks like couple goals right there," Rose said immediately.
"Well, maybe that was just the beginning of it all," said Ron.
"No, no," Hugo laughed, "the beginning was when Mum somehow noticed you had dirt on your nose."
"I didn't like him then!" Hermione muttered. "I just saw that he had dirt on his nose!"
"Mmmm, yeah, sure," Rose said, obviously sending silent facial expression messages with her brother.
Harry: All right there, Ron?
"Whhaaaatttt… that is skipping, ughhghghghghg!"
Ron: All right? You?
"Freakin hell, our whole conversation we put effort into!"
Harry: {shrug} All right. Hermione?
"We… freakin hell! This is dumb!"
Hermione: {smile} Never better.
"NEVER BETTER BECAUSE ALL THE LINES ARE LITERALLY SCREWED UP!?"
Scene:
In the great hall. All students are seated, and green banners with snakes on them are around the ceiling
"I didn't even get visited by Hagrid?" Harry said. "What is wrong with this movie, honestly?"
{Dumbledore, at the head table, nods to McGonagall. She dings her glass and the chatter stops. Dumbledore rises.}
Dumbledore: Another year gone. And now, as I understand it, the house cup needs awarding, and the points stand thus.
"That skipped a bit," Dumbledore said, frowning. "I said that your heads would be more full, and that you'll have the summer to empty them again for the next year."
"Well, our heads didn't fully empty," Hermione said. "I mean, I studied over the summer to make sure I didn't forget anything."
"Yes, but you're Hermione," said Ron, rolling his eyes. "Hermione the know-it-all who tries harder than all the other students put together."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
Dumbledore: In fourth place, Gryffindor with 312 points. {Clapping. Harry and Hermione hide their heads.}
"Why aren't I doing that?" Ron grumbled.
"I don't know, maybe because you didn't come to deliver Norbert to Charlie's friends?" Harry said.
"Yes, but I got the detention too in this," Ron said.
Dumbledore: Third place, Hufflepuff, with 352 points. {Clapping.} In second place, Ravenclaw, with 426 points. {Clapping, shows Hermione and Harry clapping really slowly.}
"We're so enthusiastic about it," Hermione said sarcastically.
Dumbledore: And in first place, with 472 points, Slytherin House.
{Harry is clapping slowly, and Hermione is just sitting there with her face in her hand}
"You are such a good sport, mum," said Hugo, laughing.
"Well I don't like losing in things!" Hermione grumbled.
"Oh really?" Rose said, feigning surprise. "After knowing you my whole life, I hadn't realised that yet."
There is immense cheering.
Students: Whoo! Yeah!
Draco: Nice one, Mate! {sees Ron looking at him and sneers.}
"I didn't say that, but I did bang my goblet on the table," Draco said, sneering.
"Hey, don't you forget what happens next," Harry said, which wiped the sneer right off Draco's face.
Dumbledore: Yes, yes, well done Slytherin, well done Slytherin. However, recent events must be taken into account. And I have a few last minute points to award. {The Gryffindor students look up.}
"I would give that monologue an 8/10," said Dumbledore. "It was going quite good until that guy added the extra line."
Dumbledore: To Miss Hermione Granger
Ron clenched his fists on the arm of his chair. "OK, but I got mine first. If they don't have me at all, I'm honestly going to find the people who made this movie and kill them."
Dumbledore: For the use of cool intellect when others were in great peril, 50 points. {Applause.}
"Wait, that's not what he gave me 50 points for," said Hermione, screwing up her face. "It was for the use of cool logic in the face of fire."
Harry: {Pats} Good job.
"I'd better get something…" Ron said angrily.
Dumbledore: Second, to Mr. Ronald Weasley
"Oh, yes!" Ron cried. "Phew, phew, phew! I was beginning to freak out there."
"Oh gosh, Ron! We get it!"
Dumbledore: For the best played game of chess {Ron looks at Harry and mouths, 'Me?' Harry nods, and mouths, 'You!'}
"Yeah, it's you Ron Weasley!" Ron cried. "Because I'm good at chess, and better than McGonagall!"
McGonagall rolled her eyes. "Don't bet on it, Mr Weasley."
"You want to bet on it, Professor?" Ron said, raising his eyebrows.
McGonagall looked away. "Oh look, let's watch the movie!"
Ron roared in laughter and flexed his muscles towards Hermione, who then shot a look of a disgust towards Ginny, who made a face of agreement.
Dumbledore: That Hogwarts has seen these many years...50 points. {Applause}
Ron continued to show off to Hermione, who just threw her book at him, which quickly shut her husband up.
Dumbledore: And third, to Mr. Harry Potter, for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house 60 points. {Immense cheering.}
"Yeah Dad!" Lily and James jr all cried out, cheering along with a few other people.
"What's the bet Gryffindor wins now," Albus said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, come on Al," said Harry. "You've gotta show your Dad some pride."
"Yeah, whatever," said Albus.
Hermione: We're tied with Slytherin!
"Oh, it wasn't just me," said Hermione. "There was a whole heap of us yelling out that we'd tied with Slytherin."
"Dang, Dumbledore… this is honestly picking favourites," Albus grumbled.
"Well, I mean, I was a Gryffindor student once," said Dumbledore, shrugging.
Dumbledore: And finally, it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends. I award 10 points to Neville Longbottom.
"Now that… you give him ten points because he stood up to his friend?" Draco and a few other Slytherins were disgusted.
"I bet people do that all the time!" Pansy Parkinson hissed angrily.
"Yeah, yeah whatever," said Dumbledore, shrugging.
{Immense cheering erupts. Neville is unbelieving, and sits there while cheering gets louder. Draco is downfallen.}
"That is honestly not fair!" Albus said angrily. "You're just picking favourites!"
"Well…" Dumbledore said, shrugging.
Dumbledore: Assuming that my calculations are correct, I believe that a change of direction is in order. {Claps. The green banners change to Gryffindor red and yellow.} Gryffindor wins the House Cup!
Everyone erupted in cheers, except for everyone who was in Slytherin, who all booed and grabbed books and pens and food and threw it all at the screen.
Cheering.
Hagrid: Yes! {grins}
All students stand and throw their hats into the air, except Draco, who smashes his down onto the table.
"YES!"
"LET'S GO!"
"YES DAD!"
"YES MUM!"
"OH MY GOD, DAD!"
"THAT WAS SO UNFAIR!"
Seamus: Neville! {Shakes his hand.}
All rub each other's heads and jump around, cheering and laughing.
Lee: Yeah! We won! {Jumps with Harry, who looks back and grins very widely.}
A whole heap of people were cheering and some were dancing and some were booing and smashing their heads against their hands.
Scene:
The outdoor train station. Students are walking around, getting in the train.
"Ohhhh… this has been a good movie!" Hermione said. "Except for all the differences, but it was pretty decent I guess."
Hagrid: Come on now, hurry up. You'll be late. Train's leaving. Go on. Go on. Come on. Hurry up.
"THESE MOVIES AREN'T AS GOOD AS THE BOOKS," boomed the voice.
"The books?" Harry repeated faintly.
"YES, THE HARRY POTTER BOOKS. THEY ARE 100% ACCURATE AND REALLY GOOD."
"Why don't we read them instead?" Hermione asked.
"BECAUSE YOUR REACTIONS WILL BE MUCH BETTER FOR THE MOVIES. NOW JUST KEEP WATCHING."
Harry hands Hedwig to a train man, and walks to an open door of the train with Hermione. Hermione waves to Hagrid, who waves back. Hermione gets in the train.
Hermione: Come on, Harry.
"So bossy," Ron muttered, rolling his eyes at Hermione.
"Yes, but I didn't say that,: said Hermione.
Harry: One minute. {He walks over to Hagrid.}
"Huh?" Hagrid muttered.
Hagrid: Thought you were leaving without saying good-bye, didja? {Hagrid takes a red album out of his coat pocket and hands it to Harry.} This is for you.
"Well you said goodbye to me on the boats, just like everyone else," Hagrid said. "Wait… but why am I giving you that album now?"
Harry opens the album and sees a picture, moving, of him as a baby with his parents. They are all smiling and waving. Harry smiles.
"Wait, but you gave me that when you visited me in the hospital wing!" Harry said. "Why are you all of a sudden giving it to me now?"
"Well, probably because they were too lazy to put the entire hospital wing scene," Hagrid said, rolling his eyes.
Harry: Thanks, Hagrid. {Shakes Hagrid's hand, then hugs him tightly.}
Hagrid: Oh. Go on...on with you. {Harry lets go.} Oh, listen, Harry, if that dolt of a cousin of yours, Dudley, gives you any grief, you could always, um, threaten him with a nice pair of ears to go with that tail of his.
"Oh, gosh, I was the one who said I'd be having fun with Dudley in the summer, and after we arrived at King's Cross station," said Harry.
Harry: But Hagrid, we're not allowed to do magic away from Hogwarts. You know that.
Hagrid: I do. But your cousin don't, do he? Eh? {chuckle} Off you go.
"I did not say that," Hagrid grumbled.
"I said something along those lines," said Harry. "After we'd got back to the station."
Harry walks away, back to the train door where Hermione and Ron are waiting.
Hermione: Feels strange to be going home, doesn't it?
"I don't remember saying that," Hermione said.
"Yes, I don't remember you saying that either," Harry said, shaking her head.
Harry: I'm not going home. Not really.
"Oh, now that is cringe-worthy," Ron said. "That's gotta be the most cringey line in the movie."
"And when Dumbledore said there was love marked in Harry," said Ginny, raising an eyebrow.
The train whistles and they climb aboard. As the train starts to leave and the camera pans up over the whole scene, Harry waves out the window to Hagrid, who waves back and then waves more to other students as the camera pans far back, then the credits begin.
"OK, let's see who these people are!" Harry cried. "OK, directed by… Chris Columbus… a whole heap of random names… Daniel Radcliffe, who is that?"
"WAIT I'LL SKIP UNTIL IT SHOWS WHO PLAYS WHO," boomed the voice. The screen skipped.
"OK!" Harry said. "Harry Potter… Daniel Radcliffe?"
"Ron Weasley… Rupert Grint?"
"Hermione Granger… Emma Watson?"
"Albus Dumbledore… Richard Harris?"
They watched through the rest of the credits until they ended, then all clapped.
"OK, JUST SEVEN MOVIES TO GO!" The voice boomed.
There we go. Movie/book 1 is complete! I am so happy, and so grateful for all of you who read, favourited, followed, and reviewed! I'm trying to not make this sound cheesy, but you all really keep me motivated to write! So I am going away shortly after Christmas until near the end of January (Well, hopefully, unless CORONA just turns on me which would totally suck!)
I hope all of you have an AWESOME Christmas and a great new year! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Super grateful for all of you!
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