What you doing down there? Let's not wait for the grass to grow. It's going to be a bumpy ride. That's in London. You hear that? The Leaky Cauldron.
Ernie, little old lady at 12 o'clock! That is Sirius Black, that is. Stephen Keith "Steve" Kloves born March 18, is an American screenwriter, film director and producer, who mainly renowned for his adaptations of novels, especially for the Harry Potter film series and for Wonder Boys. We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe. If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Forgot your password? Retrieve it. Sell your Screenplay ». Start writing now ». By Title. In Scripts. By Writer. He runs away after using magic to inflate Uncle Vernon's sister Marge who was being offensive towards Harry's parents. Initially scared for using magic outside the school, he is pleasantly surprised that he won't be penalized after all. However, he soon learns that a dangerous criminal and Voldemort's trusted aide Sirius Black has escaped from the Azkaban prison and wants to kill Harry to avenge the Dark Lord.
To worsen the conditions for Harry, vile creatures called Dementors are appointed to guard the school gates and inexplicably happen to have the most horrible effect on him. Little does Harry know that by the end of this year, many holes in his past whatever he knows of it will be filled up and he will have a clearer vision of what the future has in store Genre: Adventure , Family , Fantasy. Nominated for 2 Oscars. IMDB: 7. Next ». Lumos Maxima. Lumos Maxima! Harry, open the door. Uncle Vernon, I need you to sign this form.
What is it? Later perhaps, if you behave. I will if she does. Don't say yes in that ungrateful way. Damn good of my brother to keep you. He'd have been straight to an orphanage if he'd been dumped on my doorstep. Is that my Dudders? Give us a kiss. Come on. Up, up. Finish that off for Mommy. We zoom through the shield and towards the window].
It is raining outside and Aunt Marge exhales as she brings her umbrella down and gives it to Harry. She passes the foyer into the kitchen where Aunt Petunia stands waiting. Aunt Marge's pet bulldog Ripper is on a leash.
We then cut to Harry and Uncle Vernon in the foyer, where Harry unfolds a small parchment while Uncle Vernon takes off his car coat. Hearing that, Aunt Marge looks delighted. She walks up to the couch, where the laughter has come from Harry's fat cousin Dudley, who is watching TV and eating snacks]]. Harry, Ron, and Hermione step out, and see the man, Walden Macnair , sharpening a massive axe blade. He looks up at them as they approach; Hermione scowls at him as she walks past, obviously knowing that he intends to use it on Buckbeak.
Macnair looks at Harry and grins maliciously as he continues sharpening his axe. Ron glances back at him as they go. Harry takes a last look at Buckbeak before racing after Ron and Hermione up the castle stairs. Great lesson comin' up. Follow me. Find yerself a spot. That's it. Hagrid looks. Didn' yeh know? All yeh've got ter do is stroke 'em.
Falls quietly open. Hagrid glances at the class, looking suddenly unsure. I'll go an' get 'em. Hagrid turns, disappears into the trees. Wait until my father hears Dumbledore's got this oaf teaching classes. Harry reddens, embarrassed, then It has the torso, hind legs, and tail of a horse, but the front legs, wings and head of a giant eagle.
The students step back in fear, then Hagrid appears, shooing the beast on. There seems no consensus on this, but the students stare in wary wonder nonetheless.
As Hagrid coaxes the beast to the center of the paddock, Ron stares uneasily. RON Hagrid. Exactly what is that? Now, firs' thing yeh gotta know is they're proud.
Easily offended, Hippogriffs are. Don't never insult one, 'cause it migh' be the las' thing yeh do. Right then -- who wants ter come an' say hello? Harry looks around, then -- reluctantly -- approaches. Easy now This here's Buckbeak, Harry. Yeh want ter let 'im make the firs' move. It's polite, see? Jus' take step forward, give 'im a bow, and if Buckbeak bows back, yeh're allowed ter touch him.
Unsure, Harry nods anyway. Steps forward. Buckbeak's head cocks, eagle eyes studying Harry cannily. And waits Back off! Harry starts to step back, when Buckbeak ducks his beak. Hagrid sighs, relieved. Go on. Give 'im a pat. Tentatively, Harry reaches out, lays his hand on Buckbeak's fierce beak. Harry smiles. I reckon he migh' let yeh ride 'im! Mind yeh don' pull any feathers out. He won' like that. Rising higher.
And higher. Gradually, Harry loosens his hold on Buckbeak's neck. Losing himself in the joy of flying. They both grin, when Draco pushes past them roughly, strides toward Buckbeak. If Potter can do it, it must be easy. Malfoy freezes.
Instantly, Harry dashes forward. Ducks its beak. It's killed me! Yer fine He's got to be taken to a hospital. I'm the teacher. You all Class dismissed! And with that, Hagrid -- looking shaken -- swoops up Malfoy, flops him over his shoulder, and lumbers toward the castle. I consider myself lucky. According to Madam Pomfrey, another minute or two Harry, Ron and Hermione watch from the Gryffindor table.
RON The little git. He's really laying it on thick, isn't he? But I hear Draco's father's furious. I don't think we've heard the end of this They turn. Seamus and the other Gryffindors are huddled over a copy of The Daily Prophet. RON Who? Hermione reads over the shoulders of others. That's not far from here He's already slipped by them once, hasn't he? Who's to say he can't do it again?
BEM That's right. Black could be anywhere. It's like trying to catch smoke. Like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. Seconds later, the Dementors sweep by. Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what's inside? Can anyone tell us what a Boggart looks like? RON When'd she get here? They take the shape of whatever a particular person fears most. Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a Boggart. Let's practice it now, shall we? Without wands, please So much for the easy part.
You see, the incantation alone is not enough. What really finishes a Boggart off is You need to force it to assume a shape you find truly amusing. Neville, come up here, will you? Neville eyes the rattling wardrobe, steps forward queasily.
Lupin nods thoughtfully. Neville, I believe you live with your grandmother? But I want you to picture her clothes, only her clothes, very clearly in your mind. Can you do that? We don't need to hear it. If you see it, we will. Now, when I open this wardrobe, Neville, here's what I want you to do Consider Lupin uncertainly. Neville nods nervously, takes a deep breath.
Wand at the ready. Instantly, Snape appears, eyes flashing hideously as he stalks forward. Neville backs away in fright. Neville blinks, amazed, then slowly, grins himself. Lupin puts his hands on Ron's shoulders to steady him.
Ron raises his wand. RON Riddikulus! Lupin grins and Concern flickers through Lupin's face. The Jack-In-The-Box pivots on its spring, its face tumbling toward Harry, becoming more sinister, transforming into a Harry starts to raise his wand, then The Dementor looms closer and closer, when Lupin steps between, snaps his wand. Something glows within the clouds, white, silvery and round I think that's enough excitement for today. As the students exit, chattering loudly, only Harry, subdued, remains behind.
At the doorway, Lupin glances back, exchanges a private glance with him. These visits to Hogsmeade Village are a privilege. Should your behavior reflect poorly on the school in any way, that privilege shall not be extended again. No visiting the Village. That's the rule, Potter. A parent or guardian must sign, and since I am neither, it would be inappropriate. But that's my final word.
Ron and Hermione -- watching Harry expectantly from across the way -- see him turn, shake his head. Their faces fall.
Harry raises his hand in farewell. Watches them go. No Hogsmeade, eh? I was roundly disappointed the first time I went.
I was just trying to make you feel better. Honeydukes' sweets are the best in the world. Their Pepper Imps are so strong you smoke at the ears.
I assumed the Boggart would take the shape of Lord Voldemort. Harry frowns. Lupin studies him curiously. I was wrong. But then, I remembered that night on the train I'm impressed.
That suggests that what you fear most of all is Very wise. I heard something. Our pain becomes their power. The night she was murdered. Harry looks up. Finds Lupin studying him. Not by your scar. By your eyes. They're your mother Lily's. I knew her. She was there for me at a time when no one else was. We used to talk for hours. She was not only a singularly gifted witch but an uncommonly kind woman.
She had a way of seeing the beauty in whoever she met, even -- and perhaps most especially -- when that person couldn't see it in themselves Lupin's eyes glaze in memory, then he blinks, smiles.
James had, shall we say, a certain talent for trouble. A gift, rumor has it, he passed on to you. Lupin turns, eyes Harry affectionately. Harry smiles vaguely. Every moment of every day. You should know that. That's how they'd want to be remembered. It's about owls, all sitting on color- coded shelves, depending on how fast you want your letter to go! RON And Honeyduke's is brilliant! Sugar Quills, Flaming Whizbees -- and blood-flavored lollipops for Halloween!
Harry nods, picking quietly through the spray of brilliantly colored sweets on the table. Hermione notices. Don't you think, Ron? RON Huh? Dead depressing. Hang on. I almost forgot. I got you something wicked at Dervish and Banges.
It's a Pocket Sneakoscope. RON If there's someone untrustworthy around, it's meant to light up and spin. Mind you, Fred and George say it's rubbish, sold for wizard tourists, but I thought, you know, it can't hurt, given that And thanks for this.
It can't hurt. RON Oh, careful of those, they'll make your RON Never mind. RON What's the hold-up? Only Neville ever forgets the password.
Excuse me, thank you, I'm Head Boy All of you! No one is to enter this dormitory until it has been fully searched! Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchange dark glances, when Ginny emerges from the crowd, her face ashen. RON Probably stuffing her face with the apples in that still life on the second floor again. He looks. Just then, Dumbledore appears. Round up the ghosts.
Tell them to search every painting in the castle for the Fat Lady. Filch's rheumy eyes peer up, searching the upper shadows, then Filch extends a crooked finger. High up, near the ceiling, the Fat Lady cowers in a portrait not her own, trembling. Who did this to you? And a soul as dark as his name. It was him, Headmaster. The one they talk about. He's here. Somewhere in the castle. The rest of you No sign of Black. Nor anywhere else in the castle. To enter Hogwarts castle on one's own, completely undetected Dumbledore gazes at the students, refusing to take the bait.
As Snape's eyes glitter darkly, Dumbledore gazes out over the slumbering students. I feel quite confident the castle is safe.
And I'm more than willing to let the students return to their Houses. But tomorrow. For now, let them sleep As Dumbledore's gaze finds Harry, he shuts his eyes, feigns sleep. What villains are these that trespass upon my private lands!
Stalking a bare stretch of grass as his PONY grazes nearby, he brandishes his sword wildly as a group of Gryffindors regard him warily. Back, you scurvy braggarts! You rogues! After what happened to the Fat Lady, none of the other pictures would take the job.
Twice just this morning! I've taken to keeping a list. As Neville holds up a wrinkled piece of parchment, Harry, Ron and Hermione begin to exit. If ever you have need of noble heart and steely sinew, call upon Sir Cadogan!
RON Yeah, we'll call you As he opens them, a MOTH flutters from his palms. Suffice it to say, your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Page Ron frowns down at his book.
RON Werewolves? RON to Harry When did she come in? Did you see her come in Which of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf? He pins it to his desk. A tiny cloud of moth dust mushrooms into the air and Harry lifts his palm. A werewolf has no choice in the matter. Though one must admit to feeling your pain. That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger.
Tell me. Are you incapable of restraining yourself? Or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all? RON to Harry He's got a point, you know. Harry stares at the parchment. Eyes it. I hope you demonstrate more talent on the Quidditch pitch this weekend then you do as an artist.
Until that time, however, you'll forgive me if I don't let you off homework. Should you die, I assure you As one flies free, soaring end over end into the sky, the Beaters crisscross his path. The Beater goes into a wild spiral, vanishes in the mist. Ron looks down at his own HAND. Instantly, Harry jets off closing fast on the tiny, glimmering ball, chasing it through one cloud Harry turns. Harry's eyes shift.
Harry begins to go As this mist closes, Harry frowns, jets away. Come on! The trace of a smile forms on Harry's lips as he closes on the Snitch The rain is turning to needles. Needles of ice. VAPOR streams from his mouth and nose. He turns. Harry sees neither. Looks down. The layers of mist are parting below.
A vast legion of them His glasses glaze over completely. His fingers, rigid, can no longer grip the broom and Harry and broom tumble in opposite directions. The Nimbus soars end over end, tossed by the currents, then drops Harry, in freefall, drops through one cloud, then another. Plummeting through the circling Dementors. Eyes angry but clear. Not a sound. For the longest time.
FRED Peaky? What d'you expect him to look like? He fell fifty feet. We'll walk you off the Astronomy Tower and see how you come out looking. How're you feeling? Harry doesn't look so good himself. FRED Gave us a right good scare, mate. RON You fell off your broom. I meant the match.
Who won? Uncomfortable glances. The Dementors aren't meant to come on the grounds. Dumbledore was furious. After he saved you, he sent them straight off. RON There's something else you should know, Harry. Your Nimbus -- when it blew away? And well I'm sorry about your broom, Harry.
There's no chance of fixing it? As she soars into the sky, Harry and Lupin watch from the lake's edge. I mean, more than everyone else They feed on every good feeling, every happy memory, until a person is left with nothing but his worst experiences. You're not weak, Harry. The Dementors affect you most, because there are true horrors in your past. Horrors your classmates can scarcely imagine.
You have nothing to be ashamed of. You could teach me, Professor. You made that Dementor on the train go away But yes, I can teach you. Perhaps after the holiday. For now, though, I need to rest. I'm feeling Harry turns, studies Lupin's haggard face. A weary smile appears as Hedwig's reflection glides over Lupin's irises. Suddenly, Fred and George appear, heading the opposite way and FRED Besides, we've got a better way.
Harry unfurls it. It's blank. FRED Rubbish he says. That there's the secret to our success. FRED But we've decided your need's greater than ours. George, if you will Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs. We owe them so much. This is Hogwarts! And that Is that really FRED Pacing.
FRED Everyone. FRED Where they are. FRED Every minute. Where'd you get it? Now listen. There's seven secret passageways out of the castle. But we'd recommend FRED Witch, right. But you best hurry. Filch is heading this way.
And, Harry? When you're done, make sure to give it a tap and say, 'Mischief managed. Taps the map.
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