The COMPLETE REJECTED Harry Potter script!! (Chapters 26-34)

Chapter Twenty-Six - Up to Something
(Harry, Hermione, and Ron are sitting in the Common Room, after detention.)

Hermione:
You mean, You-Know-Who is out there right now?

Harry:
No, Hermione, I’ve just been saying he’s out there but really, I’m just joking.

(Hermione gives Harry and evil glare.)

Harry:
He’s weak and he’s living on unicorn blood. I think we had it all wrong, Snape wants the stone for Voldie, not himself.

Ron:
Did you really hear the...

(He gets up and starts dancing around.)

Harry:
What? The music? Ron, sometimes I really can’t understand you.

Ron:
Yes, the song.

Harry:
Yeah, it was pretty cool.

Ron:
Wicked...

Harry:
Yes, it would have been so wicked if he killed me.

Ron:
He wouldn’t try to kill you would he? I mean, why would he want to kill you?

Harry:
I’m the only one that’s survived him, Ron. Nooooo he’s not gunna try and kill me.

Hermione:
Wait a minute, who is the one wizard Voldie’s always been afraid of? Dumbledore. As long as he’s around, Harry, you’re safe.

(Harry sighs and shakes his head...why? Because he’s stupid, I mean, he’s the smartest person I’ve ever seen. Okies, now Ron, Hermione, and Harry are walking through the courtyard.)

Hermione:
I’ve heard Hogwarts’ final exams were frightful, but I found that they are quite enjoyable.

Ron:
Speak for yourself. All right there, Harry?

(Harry is holding his forehead in his hand, pushing his hand against his scar.)

Harry:
My scar. It keeps burning.

Hermione:
It’s happened before.

Harry:
Not like this, my head feels like it’s on fire.

Ron:
Maybe you should see the nurse.

Harry:
I think it’s a warning. Like, danger’s coming or something. Oh! I can be like batman, ‘cept he has a light in the sky, but I can be...SUPER HARRY!

(Hermione and Ron stare at him like he’s crazy. They are walking to Hagrid’s hut and it seems his pain goes away instantly.)

Harry:
(gasp)
Of course!

Hermione:
What?

Harry:
Isn’t it a bit odd that Hagrid wants more than anything is a dragon and a stranger turns up and just happens to have one. I mean, how many people walk around with dragon eggs in their pockets?

Ron:
Well, I’ve got one right here.

(Ron pulls out a dragon egg from his pocket. Hermione and Harry stare.)

Hermione:
Where did you get that?

Ron:
Nunya.

(Hermione, Ron, and Harry run toward Hagrid who is conveniently playing the Harry Potter theme song on his flute.)

Harry: Who gave you the dragon egg? I demand you tell me. TELL ME!! What did he look like? TELL ME!!!!

Hagrid:
I dunno, never saw him. But he sounded like something, it sounded like “Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows,” but he said it was his favorite song and he always listened to it.

Harry:
But you did talk, didn’t you?

Hagrid:
Yeah, he wanted to know what creatures I looked after. I said “After Spot, a dragon’s gonna be no problem.”

Harry:
Did he seem interested in Spot?

Hagrid:
Well of course he did, it’s not everyday you hear about a three-headed kitty. But I told him, “The trick with any beast is to know how to calm him.” Take Spot for example, if you wear an invisibility cloak and there is a harp playing in the background he’ll fall straight to sleep.

(Harry, Hermione, and Ron look at each other franticly.)

Hagrid:
I shouldn’t have told you that.

(They all run away...’cept for Hagrid, he’s gotta stay.)

Hagrid:
Where ya going? Where ya...ah phooey.

(Hermione, Harry, and Ron all run into McGonagall’s classroom.)

Harry:
We have to see Dumbledore. Immediately!

McGonagall:
He urgent an received owl from the Magic of Ministry and left.

Harry:
He’s gone? Oh great! Now I’m gunna die! Also, we need to talk to him about the Sorcerer’s Stone!

McGonagall:
How do you know...?

Harry:
Someone’s going to try and steal it! Then they are going to kill me!

McGonagall:
I don’t know how found three you out about the Stone, but I protected you it is well assure. Now would back go you to you dormitories? Quietly.

(Harry and Ron shake their head and walk away with Hermione. The leave the classroom.)

Harry:
That was no stranger Hagrid met. It was Snape.

(Little does Harry know that Snape is standing right behind him.)

Harry:
Which means he knows how to get past Fluffy.

Snape:
Spot.

Harry:
Right, Spot.

(They all three look behind Harry and stare at Snape.)

Snape:
Good afternoon. Now what would three young Gryffindors such as yourselves be doing inside a lovely, beautiful day like this?

(They are really outside, they are just standing under a roof thingy but Snape is really picky about those things so...)

Hermione:
Well, we really are outside, just there is this roof thingy.

Snape:
Silence! I didn’t ask questions.

Hermione:
Um, yes you did...

Snape:
Anywho, people might think you’re up to something.

(Snape looks over at Harry who is giving Snape an evil look. Snape gets a little intimidated and runs away, crying.)

Hermione:
Great! Now what do we do? We just made a teacher cry.

Harry:
We go down the trap door. Tonight.

Hermione:
Um, alright, but what do we do about Snape?

Harry:
We go down the trap door. Tonight.

Hermione:
I know, you told me but...

Harry:
We go down the trap door. Tonight.

Hermione:
SHUT UP!

Harry:
We go down the trap door. Tonight.

Ron:
HARRY! STOP!

Harry:
We go down the trap door. Tonight.

(Ron and Hermione start hitting Harry, but he keeps repeating, “We go down the trap door. Tonight.” Over and over and over and over.)







Chapter Twenty-Seven - Through the Trapdoor
(It’s a stormy night at Hogywarts. Thank goodness everyone is inside. Ron, Hermione, and Harry are coming down the stair case and are now in the Common Room. The see a little toad on an arm of a chair.)

Hermione/Harry/Ron:
Trevor...

Ron:
Trevor, go! You shouldn’t be here!

Harry:
Why are you talking to the toad?

Ron:
I’m giving Neville his cue.

(Neville pops out from behind a chair and starts dancing.)


Neville:
Whatcha doing?

Harry:
Go away.

Neville:
Are you going away again? I can’t let you! I must...HYPNOTISE YOU!!
(Neville turns around and begins to shake his butt. There is some music in the background...now where did that come from? Oh well. He’s shaking his butt, he’s shaking, he’s stopping. He turns back around.)
Why didn’t it work!?

Harry:
You are such a dork.

Neville:
Ow, that hurts right here.

(He points to a spot on his arm.)

Harry:
Good.

Hermione:
I’m really sorry but...Pertificus Totalus.

(Neville becomes like a stiff bored and falls to the ground.)

Hermione:
Well, I’m sorry, but not really sorry.

(She walks over him.)

Harry:
HA HA HA!! BYE-BYE, DORK!

(He walks over him.)

Ron:
You’ll thank us.

(He walks on Neville. Harry, Hermione, and Ron are now walking under the invisibility cloak.)

Hermione:
Ow! Stop stepping on my foot, Ron!

Ron:
That wasn’t me!

Harry:
...sorry...

(Hermione gives Harry and evil glare. They are now on the third floor corridor. Hermione lifts her wand to the lock.)

Hermione:
Alohomora.

(They walk in the room and shut the door behind them. They see that there is already a harp playing and the kitty is in the corner sound asleep. The kitty flinches and then wakes up. The cute, little kitty looks around but sees nothing and goes back to sleep. Ron, Hermione, and Harry walk over toward the trapdoor. Fido snores a little snore and the invisibility cloak flies of Ron, Harry, and Hermione. They don’t notice it. They are all standing over the trapdoor. The kitty wakes up again and sees them. Fido slowly crawls over to them. Harry opens the trapdoor.)

Harry:
I’ll go first because I’m Harry Potter and everyone loves me. Don’t follow me, until I give you a sign...ha ha! Fooled you! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Ron:
Harry, shut up. That didn’t even make since. Just go down.

Harry:
Um, okay, but if something bad happens, get yourselves out.

(There is a moment of silence. The harp had stop playing.)

Harry:
Does it seem a little quiet to you?

Hermione:
The harp.
(She looks at the harp.)
It’s stopped playing.

(Fido is standing on the top of the trapdoor. A little little little little little little little little little little dribble comes out of kitty head three’s mouth.)

Ron:
Ugh...look.

Hermione:
What is your problem?

Ron:
Don’t you see it?

(He points to a little little little little little little little little little little dot on his shoulder.)

Ron:
Right there!

Hermione:
There’s nothing there!

Harry:
Shhh!

(He looks up at Fido.)

Harry:
AH! KILLER KITTY!! RUUUUNNNNN!!!!!

(They all three jump in the tiny trapdoor...and they all hit heads. When they land inside, they land on a soft thing.)

Ron:
What smells...pretty?

(A light flashes on and they see they have landed on a pretty flower.)

Hermione:
(gasp)
I’ve read about these...they...SMELL SOOOO GOOD!!

Ron:
Wow...they do!

Harry:
Look. BUNNIES!!!

Hermione and Ron:
YAY!

(They all begin dancing about trying to chase the “bunnies”. After about an hour of playing “catch the bunny” and an hour of sleeping...hehehe...they all wake up.)

Hermione:
Oh my gosh! Come on guys! Hurry!

(They all run away so the affects of the “pretty smelling flower” doesn’t get to them again.)






Chapter Twenty-Eight - Wizards Chess
(Harry, Ron, and Hermione enter a room.)

Ron:
What was that?

Hermione:
No clue. I just know it makes you “happy.”

Harry:
What’s that sound?

(The all walk forward and look up. They see bunches of keys and there is a broom in the middle of the room.)

Harry:
I wonder what we have to do?

(He looked up at the sky. There were keys fluttering around above him. Hmmm, yes Harry, I wonder, what could you possibly have to do?)

Hermione:
Hmmm, Harry. I wonder...

Harry:
Shut up.

(He start to get on the broom.)

Ron:
Wait!

(He walks over to the door.)

Ron:
Alahomora!

(The door unlocks.)

Harry:
Man, that was stupid.

Hermione:
Yeah I know.

Ron:
Well, let’s go.

(They all walk into the next test thingy. It’s dark and scary in the room. They walk to the center and lights come on. They are on a giant chess bored.)

Ron:
Wicked...

(They see the door on the other side and make their way through it. When they get to the side with the white pieces the little people take their swords out and make a cool x thingy.)

Hermione:
Gosh, I don’t want to play. Now I’m going to have to get all sweaty and dirty...great.

(Harry and Ron stare to Hermione)

Hermione:
Hey, I’m entitled to be a girl...sometimes...

(Harry and Ron begin laughing)

Ron:
Harry, you take the empty bishop’s square. Hermione, you take the queenside castle. I’ll be a knight.

(He gets a look of confidence on his face. They all go to where they are supposed to play.)

Hermione:
Now what?

Ron:
Well, white moves first. Then...we play.

(His face becomes really serious.)

Hermione:
You don’t think this is real wizard chess, do you?

Ron:
Hmm...you there!

(He points to a chess piece)

Ron:
D5!

(A pawn moves. How does the pawn know Ron was talking to him? He could have been pointing to the pawn next to him or something. Anyway, the pawn moves near the other pawn. The white pawn totally destroys the black one.)

Ron:
Yes, Hermione, I think this is going to be exactly like wizard chess.

(Harry and Hermione look at Ron with a look of terror. Then there is a major, massive chess game and things get smashed and stuff. Ok...the end.)







Chapter Twenty-Nine - Sacrific Play
(A queen piece finishes destroying another piece and turns back to the front. Ron looks around, looking for his next move. Harry looks too.)

Harry:
Wait a minute...

Ron:
You understand right, Harry. Once I make my move, the queen will take me.

(He gets a look of sadness but seriousness on his face.)

Ron: Then you’re free to check the king.

(He closes his eyes...poor baby.)

Harry:
No, Ron. No!

(Ok, Harry...don’t yell we get it. . gosh...)

Hermione:
What is it?

(As if you don’t know already)

Harry:
He’s going to sacrifice himself.

Hermione:
No you can’t! There must be another way!

Ron:
Do you wanna stop Snape from getting that stone or not? Harry, it’s you that has to go on. I know it . And Hermione. . I’ve always wanted to tell you something and just incase I don’t wake up. I’m going to say it...I love you...

Hermione:
Um...

(Hermione gets a scared look on her face.)

Hermione: Ron, you aren’t going to die. You are going to be alright...

Ron:
Oh, I, um, knew that...

(He looks really embarrassed.)

Ron:
Ugh, here goes nothing...knight to H-3...
(The little knight piece moves to an open space where the queen can kill it...die little knight DIE.)
Check...

(He looks a little uneasy. The queen turns to the night and moves toward it. Once the queen is close enough she pulls out her sword and spears the little horsie. Ron goes flying off...WWWWEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why doesn’t he just jump off before the queen kills him? I don’t get it...oh well. He falls to the floor and is knocked out.)

Harry:
Ron!

(Hermione begins to move.)

Harry:
No! Don’t move! Don’t forget we are still playing!

(Harry moves in front of the king.)

Harry:
Checkmate.

(The sword from the king drops in front of him. Harry stares at the king piece for three hours making sure it’s okay. Then he runs over to Ron and Hermione follows.)

Harry:
Take care of Ron. Then go to the owlery. Send a message to Dumbledore. Ron’s right. I have to go on.

Hermione:
You’ll be okay, Harry. You’re a great wizard. You really are.

Harry:
Really?

Hermione:
Yeah, get out of here. Just be careful.

(Harry looks at Hermione and then walks away.)







Chapter Thirty - Man With Two Faces
(Harry is now in another room. He is walking down stairs. The room is dark and scary... hold me... (sniff)...(ahem) right... ok, he’s walking... he’s walking... ow, his scar starts hurting... or burning, whatever. He walks into the dark room and sees a man standing at a mirror.)

Quirrell:
Oh, look! I’m so pretty. Oh so pretty.

Harry:
Um... YOU!

(Quirrell turns around with a happy look on his face. He sees Harry and the smile slowly fades... bye bye)

Harry:
No, it can’t be. Snape, he’s the...

Quirrell:
(sigh)
Yes, it seems like it would be him, doesn’t it? But no one suspects me...it’s so unfair.

Harry:
But that day, during the Quidditch match, that the author didn’t mention...
(Harry looks toward the screen. He shakes his fist.)

Quirrell:
Um...No, dear boy. I tried to kill you! If Snape’s cloak... oh what’s the use, they already know what happened in the Quidditch game. Why bother telling them again?

(Harry shrugs his shoulders.)

Harry:
Snape was trying...

Quirrell:
No... keep going...no, not the troll, they already know about that...yeah, Snape caught on...blah blah blah...never trust me again...Ah! Here we go...He rarely left me alone. But he doesn’t understand. I’m never alone. Never...THE VOICES!!!! Hmmmm, anyway... what does the mirror do?
(He faces the mirror)
I see myself holding the stone... but how do I get it?

Happy Dancy Voice:
Use... the... BOY...

Quirrell:
Get your little wizard butt down here now.

(Harry moves toward Quirrell “uncontrollably”. He faces the mirror)

Quirrell:
What do you see boy?

Harry:
...

Quirrell:
Tell me, boy! I’ll dance for you...

Harry:
What...

Quirrell:
You heard me.

(Harry looks in the mirror and sees himself holding the stone. He holds the stone in front of him and puts it in his pocket. Harry moves his hand down to his pocket and feels the stone.)

Quirrell:
What is it? What do you see?

Harry:
I’m at a party... um... and I’m dancing with lots of people. It’s so much fun.

(Harry begins to dance like he was that night when Ron, Dumbledore, and he were dancing the night away. Quirrell just stares at him...scared like.)

Happy Dancy Voice:
He liessssssssss.

Quirrell:
Tell the truth! What do you see!? Tell me... I will dance for you... my love, I mean... what?

Happy Dancy Voice:
Let me sing to him.

Quirrell:
But, Master, you are not strong enough.

Happy Dancy Voice:
I wanna sing!!!

Quirrell:
Yes, Master.

(Quirrell begins unraveling his purple turban. He’s unraveling... unraveling...yay, he’s done...well, sort of yay. There is a really freaky looking thing on the other side of his HEAD. It’s...scary... it’s looking in the mirror at Harry.)

Happy Dancy Voice:
Harry Pooter...

Harry:
Potter...

Happy Dancy Voice:
Harry Potter...we meet again...

Harry:
Voldie...

Voldie:
Yes, you see what...

(All of a sudden, music starts to play...)

Voldie:
Suuuuuunshine, Lollllllllllllllipops, and Raiiiiiiiiiiiiiinbows...

Harry:
Shut up! Can we please just get this over with so the author can be done? This is taking her FOREVER! I just wanna finish so she can be ready and well rested for the next movie.

Voldie:
Oh...um...give me the stone?

(Harry begins to run away. Run, Harry! Run! (hehehe) FIRE appears allllll around him... awww and then...)







Chapter Thirty-One - Magic Touch
Voldie:
Stop him!

(Quirrell the Squirrel...sorry, that just came out... snaps his fingers together and FIRES appear. AH! GET EM OFF!! AH!! AHHH!!... um... yeah. Harry is... excuse me... was running away and ends up almost running into the fires, cause he stopped so fast and he doesn’t come with anti-lock brakes. He turns around and faces Quirrell. He steps one way, then stops. Goes the other, then stops... he looks like he’s in an imaginary little box.)

Voldie:
Don’t be a fool. Why suffer not being famous when you can join me and we can become famous together.

Harry:
Never!

Voldie:
Ah, bravery. You parents had it too. Tell me, Harry...would you like to dance with your mother and father again?

(In the mirror we can see Voldie off to the side and Lily, Harry, and James altogether.)

Voldie:
Together...we can bring them back. All I ask is for something in return.

(Harry pulls out the stone from his pocket.)

Voldie:
That’s it, Harry. There is no good and evil dancing...there is only break dancing, and those too weak to seek it. Together, we’ll make extraordinary dances. Just give me the stone!

(Harry looks in the mirror and sees his parents on either side of him slow disappear.)

Harry:
You liar!

Voldie:
Kill him!

(Quirrell is now a flying Squirrel... hehehe...he flies alllllll the way over from the middle of the room to where Harry was. He has his hands at Harry throt. Harry drops the stone... because he’s being choked...hmmmm...Harry forces Quirrell’s hand away from this throat. Qurriell brings his hand back and backs away...far away. His hand is burning. It finally turns to dust and falls off...bye bye...Harry keeps looking at his hands like he is some sort of wizard or something ... oh, wait a minute... he is! :-D)

Quirrell:
What is this magic?

Voldie:
Fool, dance your way over to the stone!

(Quirrell begins to dance over to the stone. Harry looks at the stone, then at his hands and puts his hands on Quirrell’s face. His face begins to burns and becomes all smoky like...and begins to crumble. He reaches toward Harry and crumbles to the ground. Quirrell’s robes are lying in a clump on the ground and dust is coming out of it. Harry looks around and then stares at the robe. He looks at his hands and looks at the stone. He picks up the stone and looks back at the robe. He begins to do his little happy dance. While he is dancing a little cloud is forming behind him. Harry turns around and sees the cloud behind him and he sees it begin to take shape of Voldie. It comes rushing at him and rushes right through him. Harry falls down and is knocked out. Voldie’s little spirit thingy is still rushing around the room, he begins to leave but he hits a pillar... then he hits a wall... then...he leaves. Harry is still out on the floor. He’s still got the stone.)







Chapter Thirty-Two - Mark of Love
(Harry is lying in a hospital bed turning. He opens his eyes. He sits up and takes his glasses from the table...how did he know they were on the table he didn’t look anywhere, he just grabbed them...hmmm...PSYCHO!!! After he puts his glasses on and looks at all his little gifts and stuff. Dumbledore walks in.)

Dumbledore:
Good Afternoon, Harry. Tokens from your admirers?

Harry:
Admirers?

Dumbledore:
What happen in the dungeons...
(there’s more than one?)
...between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows. Ah, I see that your friend Ronald...

Ron:
(off screen)
IT’S RON!

Dumbledore:
I see that you friend Ron has saved you the trouble of opening your Chocolate Frog.

Harry:
Ron was here? Is he all right? What about Hermione?

Dumbledore:
Calm down, boy. They are fine.

Harry:
What happened to the stone?

Dumbledore:
Relax, boy. You need to calm down, if you don’t your head will explode. I will tell you that the stone has been destroyed. My so-called friend Nicholas and I had a little chat and FINALLY agreed it was best all around.

Harry:
But the, Flamel, he’ll die, won’t he?

(Dumbledore sits on the side of Harry’s bed, crushing Harry’s leg without knowing it. Even from the looks of pain on Harry’s face.)

Dumbledore:
He has enough Elixir to set his affairs in order. But yes, he will die.

Harry:
Ahhh... ahhhhhhh..... hhhhhhaaaahhhhhahahahaaahhhhh.....aaaahhhhhhhh...

Dumbledore:
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, that is saying something.

Harry:
Ahhhhhhhhhhh.... ha ha ahhhhh...ahhhhhhhhh.... ah ah ah ah ha ha ah ah ah...ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhh ha ha ha aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Dumbledore:
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 is still making the “Ahh ahhh” noises while shaking his head no.)

Dumbledore:
It was because of you mother. She sacrificed herself for you. And that kind of act leaves a mark.

(Still making the “ahh ahh” noises but he touches his forehead.)

Dumbledore:
No, this kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin.

Harry:
Ahhh...what.... ahhhhhhhhhhhh... is it......ahhhhhhh?

Dumbledore:
Love, Harry. Love.

(Dumbledore puts his hand on Harry’s head then gets up and begins to walk away. As soon as Dumbledore gets up, Harry begins rubbing his leg.)

Dumbledore:
Ah, Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans. I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a comit-flavored one. And since then, I’ve lost my liking for them. But I think I could be safe...
(He begins to stick his hand in the box... then he pulls it out like he is scared something is going to bite him.)
...with a nice toffee.
(He takes out a brownish looking one and pops it in his mouth.)
Alas, Earwax







Chapter Thirty-three - House Cup Winner
(Ron and Hermione are on a ledge at the top of a staircase talking to each other. They look down and see Harry walking toward them.)

Harry:
All right there, Ron?

Ron:
All right, you?

Harry:
All right, Hermione?

Hermione:
Never better.
(big smile)

(Camera cuts to the Great Hall where Slytherin banners are hung up...EVERYWHERE!! AHHHH... (ahem) excuse me...We see all the little people eating their food...yum yum yum...now we see the teachers sitting at the head table. McGonagall once again picks up her spoon and begins banging on her crystal glass. Dumbeledore stands up and clears his throat. Everyone stops talking and looks up at him. McGonagall, once again, becomes fascinated by the glass and keeps banging on it, she can’t stop. She keeps banging when all of a sudden the glass breaks into many many little tiny pieces. Dumbledore smacks his forehead and turns to her.)

Dumbeldore:
I thought I told you to stop that!

McGonagall:
(sniff)
Sorry.

(She quickly looks away and looks like she is about to cry. She keeps sniffing... a lot.)

Dumbledore:
(Ahem)
Another year gone, and I would like to thank all the first years for not messing with my makeup. Now, as I understand it, the house cup needs awarding. And the points...stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor with sad, sorry, pathetic 652 points...

McGonagall:
(sniff)

Ron:
What the crud monkeys? That’s not right...

Dumbledore:
...Third place, Hufflepuff with sort of ok 352 points.

McGonagall:
(sniff)

Hermione:
Maybe we should say something?

Dumbledore:
In second place, Ravenclaw with a much better 426 points.

McGonagall:
(sniff)

Harry:
Does he even notice? Why doesn’t he...

Dumbledore:
...and in first place, with very well done, very well earned 472 points, Slytherin.

McGonagall:
(sniff, sniff)

Dumbledore:
Ah! Will you please stop that woman!

(McGonagall stares at him)

McGonagall:
Don’t yell at me! (sniff) I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE!

(Dumbledore looks shocked but he tries to cover up.)

Dumbledore:
Um... what are you talking about? Ha ha. Cute...AH! WHAT’S THAT!

(He pulls out his wand and creates a harmless little rat. McGonagall transforms into a cat and chases after it.)

Dumbledore:
Phew, that was close.

(Everyone is now starting.)

Dumbledore:
Um, Slytherin. On with the cheering.

(All these little evil cheers come from the Slytherin table. Draco looks over at the Gryffindor table and makes faces at Harry and Ron.)

Ron:
That was wicked...but anyway if we have 652 points, then...we win...right?

Fred and George:
We won!

(They both get up and start doing little dances. The entire hall becomes silent. There are even little crickets chirping.)

Fred:
Um...sorry...we um...misunderstood.

(He shoots and evil glare at Ron, they both do.)

George:
That’s it! Misunderstood...
(he whispers to Ron)
Isn’t that the name of a Pink CD?

Ron:
Yeah, but it’s Mizunderstood.

(Everyone stares at him)

Ron:
What!? I like Muggle music!

(He quickly sits back down, embarrassed.)

Dumbledore:
Yes, yes, um...well done, Slytherin. However, recent events must be taken into account...for you stupid people, we must remember what has just happen in our school, so therefore I have some last minute points. To the little bushy hair kid, for the use of her brain and stuff. 50 points.

(All the little Gryfindors cheer and stuff...yay)

Dumbledore:
Second, to the littlest red head kid whose here. Yeah, he plays that game good.

(Ron looks at Harry and mouths “me” and Harry looks at Ron and mouths “you.” They keep doing this and it looks like they are talking to little bitty babies.)

Dumbledore:
Well, it was the best one we’ve seen for a long time. 50 points.

(:Everyone cheers again)

Ron:
Wait a minute...you saw that? If he saw that then he could have helped us get to Quirrell without going through the tasks...

Dumbledore:
And third, to Mr. Harry Potter...

Ron:
Why does he get his named mentioned and we get called by what we look like...

(Ron forgot that Harry was sitting right in front of him and begins mouthing “you” like he was doing earlier to a little bitty baby.)

Dumbeldore:
...for pure nerve and outstanding courage...

(Draco (Bond) looks over at Harry and it looks like he is looking up to him like a big brother...)

Draco:
(thinks to himself)
I wish I was Harry. Then I would be soooo cool and get all the girls...
(sigh)

Dumbledore:
...I award Gryffindor house 60 points.

Hermione:
You know, we are already in the lead...why is he doing this?

Dumbledore:
Finally, that kid...10 points.

Fred, George, Ron, Oliver:
Who?

Dumbledore:
Um...I forget...him.

(He points to Neville)

Neville:
Me!?

Dumbledore:
Yeah, can we eat now?

(Everyone begins cheering for Neville and he just sits there, stunned.)

Dumbledore:
Guess not...Well anyway. I think that makes the points for Gryffindor...482... Congrats.

(He claps his hands and the little flags that were at the top change from Slytherin to Gryffindor.)

Dumbledore:
Gryffindor wins the house cup.

(All of the Gryffindors stand up and cheer and scream and yell and ... yeah. Aawwww everyone is throwing they hats up like it’s a graduation...wait... it kinda is... HA HA Draco’s madddd as a hornet because he didn’t win the pretty trophy. YAY. Everyone’s happy, ‘cept Draco, end of chapter.)







Chatper Thirty-Four - Not Really Going Home
(We see the Hogwarts express, a bunch of students standing around talking, and some bell hops take peoples luggage and putting them on the train.)

Hagrid:
Come on. Hurry up. You don’t wannaa be late. Come on, the train’s leaving. Hurry up. Come on, come on.

(Harry is giving his owl to some strange man. Then he follows Hermione onto the train. Hermione waves good-bye to Hagrid and Harry looks over. He tells Hermione that he’ll be right there and then runs over to Hagrid.)

Hagrid:
Ha! Thought you were gunna leave without saying good-bye?

(He reaches into his pocket and grabs something. It looks like a little book. He hands it to Harry.)

Hagrid:
This is for you.

(Harry opens it and sees a picture of his mother and father holding him when he was just a little bitty baby.)

Harry:
Thanks, Hagrid.

(Hagrid puts out his hand and Harry runs to him and hugs him.)

Hagrid:
Go on now, you don’t wanna miss next year when Mr. Lockhart is gunna be here and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Harry:
What?

Hagrid:
I shouldn’t have told you that...anyway...Just remember, if that stupid cousin of yours gives ya any trouble. Just threaten to give him and nice pair of ears to go with that tail.

Harry:
But we...ahhhh I see...

Hermione:
It feels strange to be going home, doesn’t it?

Ron:
What are you talking about? Why in the world would it feel strange?

Hermione:
Oh shut up.

Harry:
I’m not going home. Not really.

(Hermione and Ron give Harry strange looks and walk onto the train arguing about if it feels strange to go home or not or whatever. The train begins to move and Hagrid waves good-bye to everyone on the train. Harry sticks his head out the window and begins waving franticly. Bad thing is...he didn’t see that... Ow, (cringes) pole right there that just smacked him in the head. Other kids are hang out of the window waving too and they get smacked by the pole.)

Kid Number 1:
Ow!

Kid Number 2:
Ow!

(The camera cuts back and we see the train taking off and the Hogwarts castle in the background with all the little sounds of the kids.)

Kid Number 3:
Ow!