1 IMS Subtitles www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2014 (HISSING / SLITHERING) (EERIE SEMI-VOCALISED HISSING) (BIRD CALLS) Bloody kids! (BIRD CALLS) (THUDDING) (SIBILANT VOICE) How fast it has become, Wormtail! As I recall, you once... (FADES TO INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) (CREAKING) (CONVERSATION CONTINUES) Oh, no! No, my lord Voldemort! I only meant... perhaps if we were to do it without the boy... No! The boy is everything! It cannot be done without him, and it will be done exactly as I said! I will not disappoint you, my lord. Good! First... gather our old comrades. Send them a sign. (HISSES) (WHISPERS EERILY IN PARSELTONGUE) Nagini tells me the old Muggle caretaker is standing just outside the door! Step aside, Wormtail, so I can give our guest a proper greeting! Avada Kedavra! (SCREAMS) (KETTLE WHISTLES) Harry! '(PIERCING SCREAMING / WHISTLING)' Harry! (PANTS) Are you alright? Hermione! Bad dream. When did you get here? Just now. You? Last night. Wake up! Wake up, Ronald! Bloody hell! Honestly! Get dressed. And don't go back to sleep. Come on, Ron! Your mother says breakfast's ready. (BIRDSONG) Ron, where are we actually going? Dunno. Hey, Dad! Where are we going? Haven't the foggiest. Keep up! Arthur! It's about time, son. Sorry, Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start. (YAWNS) This is Amos Diggory, everyone. Works with me at the Ministry. And this strapping young man must be Cedric. Am I right? And this strapping young man must be Cedric. Am I right? Sir. This way. Merlin's beard! You must be Harry Potter! Yes, sir. Great, great pleasure. Pleasure to meet you, too, sir. Yes, it's, er,... just over there. Shall we? Oh, yes. Certainly. We don't want to be late. Nearly there. Get yourself into a good position. Why are they all standing around that manky old boot? That isn't just any manky old boot. It's a Portkey. Time to go! What's a Portkey? Ready? After three. One, two... Harry! Three! (ALL YELL) (LAUGHS HAPPILY) Let go, kids. What?! Let go! (ALL SCREAM) Oof! Oof! I bet that cleared your sinuses, eh? Total shambles, as per usual. Thanks. (CHEERING / HUBBUB) Look at that! Well, kids,... welcome to the Quidditch World Cup! (JAUNTY FIDDLE MUSIC) Keep up, girls! (LAUGHS) Look! Come on, keep up, girls! Cedric! See you later. Ah! Home, sweet home. What?! Ah, excellent. Excellent! Girls, choose a bunk and unpack. (GIRLS SQUEAL) Ron, out of the kitchen. We're all hungry. Yeah, get out of the kitchen. Feet off the table! Feet off the table! I love magic! (CHEERING) Blimey, Dad, how far up are we? Well, put it this way - if it rains, you'll be the first to know. Father and I are in the Ministers' box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself. Don't boast, Draco. There's no need, with these people. Do enjoy yourself, won't you - while you can. (FIREWORKS BOOM / CHEERING) Come on up. Take your seats. I told you they'd be worth waiting for. Come on! Wow! (ALL YELL) It's the Irish! There's Troy. And Mullet! And Moran! (ALL LAUGH) (CROWD CHANTS) Irish! Irish! Irish! Here come the Bulgarians! Who's that? That, sis, is the best Seeker in the world. (CROWD CHANTS) Krum! Krum! Krum! Krum! (ALL YELL) (DROWNED OUT BY CROWD NOISE) VOICE MAGNIFIED: Good evening! As Minister for Magic, it gives me great pleasure... ..to welcome each and every one of you to the final of the 422nd... Quidditch World Cup. Let the match... begin! (ALL CHEER) (IRISH JIG MUSIC) (CHANTING OF "KRUM! KRUM! KRUM!") (NOISY CHATTER AND LAUGHTER) There's no-one like Krum! Krum... Krum, Krum! He's like a bird, the way he rides the wind. He's more than an athlete. (MOCKINGLY) Oh, Krum! He's an artist. Think you're in love, Ron? Shut up. # Viktor, I love you... # Victor, I do! (ALL) # When we're apart, my heart beats only for you (EXPLOSIONS) Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on. Stop! Stop it. It's not the Irish. We've got to get out of here. Now! (EXPLOSIONS / SCREAMING / YELLING) Get out! It's the Death Eaters! Get back to the Portkey, everybody, and stick together! Fred, George - Ginny is your responsibility. (ALL YELL IN PANIC) Harry! (SINISTER CHANTING) Harry! Harry! Harry! (GASPS IN PANIC) Morsmordre! (EERIE ROARING / HISSING) (RON, IN DISTANCE) Harry! Where are you? Harry! We've been looking for you for ages. We thought we'd lost you, mate. What is that?! (GASPS IN PAIN) (ALL WIZARDS) Stupefy! STOP! That's my son! Ron! Harry, Hermione! Are you alright? We came back for Harry. Which of you conjured it? Do not lie! You have been discovered at the scene of the crime! Crime? They're just kids! What crime? It's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's his mark. Voldemort? Those people tonight in the masks - they're his, too, aren't they? His followers? Yeah. Death Eaters. Follow me. Er,... there was a man. Before. There. All of you,... this way! A man, Harry? Who? I dunno. I didn't see his face. (EERIE ROARING / HISSING) Anything from the trolley? Anything from the trolley? Anything from the trolley, dears? Packet of Droobles and a liquorice wand. On second thoughts, just the Droobles. It's alright. I'll get it. Just the Droobles. Thanks. Two pumpkin pasties, please. Thank you. (GIGGLING) Anything sweet for you, dear? Oh, no. I'm not hungry. Thank you. Anything from the trolley? This is horrible. How can the Ministry not know who conjured it? Wasn't there any security or - Loads, according to Dad. That's what worried them so much. Happened right under their noses. It's hurting again, isn't it? Your scar. It's hurting again, isn't it? Your scar. I'm fine. You know Sirius will want to hear about this - what you saw at the World Cup, and the dream. Hedwig... There we go. (ALL GASP / CHATTER) Clear the runway! Aargh! Well, there's something you don't see every day! 'Now we're settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement.' This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests, as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen... (BOTH WHISPER URGENTLY) So... Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event - the Triwizard Tournament. For those of you who do not know, the Tournament brings together three schools, for a series of magical contests. From each school a single student is selected to compete. Let me be clear. If chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say... these contests are not for the fainthearted. But more of that later. For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress, Madame Maxine. Bloody hell! Blimey,... that's one big woman. (CHEERING / APPLAUSE) Our friends from the North! Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high master, Igor Karkaroff. (ALL BANG STICKS RHYTHMICALLY / GRUNT) Blimey, it's him! Viktor Krum! Albus! Igor. Professor Dumbly-dorr, my horses have travelled a long way. They will need attending to. Don't worry. Our gamekeeper, Hagrid, is more than capable. But you know, Monsieur Hagrid, they drink only single-malt whisky. (SQUAWKS / CHOKES) You idiot! Your attention, please! I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory - that is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks - three extremely dangerous tasks. (BOTH) Wicked. For this reason, the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this, the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Mr Bartimus Crouch. (THUNDER ROARS) (ALL SCREAM / YELL) Bloody 'ell! It's Mad-Eye Moody. Alastor Moody, the Auror? Auror? Dark-wizard catcher. Half the cells in Azkaban are filled thanks to him. He's supposed to be mad as a hatter these days. (GRUNTS) (WHIRR OF FOCUSSING LENS) Ah, my dear old friend, thanks for coming. Stupid ceiling! What's that he's drinking? I dunno, but I don't think it's pumpkin juice. After due consideration, the Ministry has concluded that, for their own safety, no student under the age of 17 shall be allowed to put forward their name for the Tournament. This decision - (ALL PROTEST) That's rubbish! You don't know what you're doing! BOO! SILENCE! (ALL WHISPER / FALL SILENT) The Goblet of Fire! Anyone wishing to try for the Tournament, write your name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly! If chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun. Absolutely. Yeah. We're business mobile customers, and so with that, . Earlier this year, right here on this shared driveway, a couple of neighbours came up with a bright idea for a business. < You hear so often about shared driveways causing drama between neighbours. I know. < But for you guys, it caused a business. 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I'm here because Dumbledore asked me - end of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions? When it comes to the Dark Arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are? Three, sir. And they are so named? Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will - Earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban! Correct! The Ministry says you're too young to see what they do. I say different. You need to know what you're up against! You need to be prepared! You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Finnigan! The old codger can see out the back of his head! The old codger can see out the back of his head! And hear across classrooms! So,... which curse shall we see first? Weasley! Yes? Stand. Give us a curse. Well,... my dad did tell me about one. The Imperius curse. Oh, your father would know all about that. Gave the Ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why. Hello! Ugly little beauty. Engorgio... Imperio! (GASPS) (LAUGHTER) Ugh! Don't worry. It's completely harmless. (LAUGHS / GASPS) But if she bites,... (GIBBERS) ..she's lethal. (LAUGHS MADLY) What are you laughing at? (ALL LAUGH) Get it off! (CACKLES) Talented, isn't she? What should I have her do next? Jump out the window? (ALL FALL SILENT) Drown herself? Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding... ..under the influence of the Imperius curse. But here's the rub. How do we sort out the liars? Another. Another. Come on! Longbottom, is it? Up. Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology. Th-There's the, er,... the Cruciatus. Correct! Correct! Come! Come! Particularly nasty. The torture curse... Crucio! (SPIDER SQUEAKS AND SQUEALS) (SHRIEKS) Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him? Stop it! Er... Ahem! Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable curse, Miss Granger. No? Avada Kedavra! The killing curse. Only one person is known to have survived it, and he's sitting in this room. (BELL TOLLS) Brilliant, isn't he? Completely demented, of course... Terrifying to be in the same room with. He's really been there. He's looked evil in the eye. There's a reason those curses are unforgivable! To perform them in a classroom... Did you see Neville's face? Neville? Son? Are you alright? Come on. We'll have a cup of tea. I want to show you something. (CHATTERING) (ALL APPLAUD) Come on, Cedric, put it in! (ALL APPLAUD) Eternal glory... Be brilliant, wouldn't it? In three years we'll be old enough. Rather you than me. (CHEERING) Yes! Thank you, thank you. Well, lads - We've done it! Cooked it up just this morning. It's not going to work! Oh, yeah? And why's that, Granger? Oh, yeah? And why's that, Granger? You see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself. So? (CHUCKLES) So... a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dim-witted as an ageing potion. That's why it's so brilliant. It's so pathetically dim-witted! (BOTH LAUGH) Ready, Fred? Ready, George. (BOTH) Bottoms up. (ALL CHEER) Yes! Yeah! (BOTH LAUGH) Yes! Ready? Yes! Aaargh! Oof! (ALL LAUGH) You said - You said - (BOTH ARGUE) (ALL CHANT) Fight! Fight! Fight! (ALL FALL SILENT) (CLOCK TOLLS) Sit down, please. Now, the moment you've all been waiting for - the champions' selection. The Durmstrang champion is... Viktor Krum! (ALL CHEER) The champion for Beauxbatons... is Fleur Delacour! (ALL SQUEAL / APPLAUD) The Hogwarts' champion, Cedric Diggory! (ALL CHEER) Excellent! We now have our three champions. But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory - the Triwizard Cup! (ALL CHEER / APPLAUD) Harry Potter... Harry Potter? No. No. HARRY POTTER! Go on, Harry. Harry, for goodness' sake. (ALL WHISPER / MUTTER) He's a cheat! He's not even 17 yet. (SOUNDS OF IMPASSIONED ARGUMENT FROM OUTSIDE ROOM) (ALL ARGUE / SHOUT) Where is he, then?! Harry! I protest! I protest! Harry! Did you put your name in the Goblet? No, sir! Did one of the older students do it? No, sir. You're absolutely sure? Yes, sir. But of course he is lying. The hell he is! The Goblet's a powerful magical object. Only a powerful Confundus Charm could have hoodwinked it, way beyond a fourth year's talents. You seem to have given this thought! It was once my job to think as Dark wizards do, Karkaroff. Remember? That doesn't help, Alastor. I'll leave this to you, Barty. The rules are absolute. The Goblet of Fire constitutes a binding magical contract. Mr Potter has no choice. He is,... as of tonight,... ..a Triwizard champion. q (THUNDER RUMBLES) This can't go on, Albus. First the Dark Mark, now this. What do you suggest, Minerva? Put an end to it! Don't let Potter compete! You heard Barty. The rules are clear. You heard Barty. The rules are clear. The devil with Barty and his rules! Since when did you accommodate the Ministry? I, too, find it difficult to believe it's mere coincidence. However, if we are to truly discover the meaning of these events, perhaps we should,... for the time being, let them unfold. What - do nothing?! Offer him up as bait? Potter is a boy, not a piece of meat! I agree... with Severus. Alastor, keep an eye on Harry, will you? I can do that. Don't let him know, though. He must be anxious enough as it is, knowing what lies ahead. Then again,... we all are. How did you do it? Never mind. It doesn't matter. Might've made your best friend know, though. Let you know what? You know bloody well what. I didn't ask for this to happen, Ron, OK? You're being stupid. Yeah, that's me. Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's stupid friend. I didn't put my name in that cup. I don't want eternal glory. I just wanna be... Look, I don't know what happened tonight and I don't know why. It just did. OK? Piss off. What a charismatic quartet(!) Hello! I'm Rita Skeeter. I write for the Daily Prophet. But of course you know that, don't you? It's you we don't know. (CHUCKLES) You're the juicy news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks? What mysteries do the muscles mask? Does courage lie beneath those curls? In short, what makes a champion tick? Me, Myself And I want to know - not to mention my rabid readers. So, who's feeling up to sharing? Hmm? Shall we start with the youngest? Lovely! Hmm,... this is cosy. Er, it's a broom cupboard. You should feel right at home, then. Don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes quill, do you? Oh, er,... no. So, tell me, Harry - here you sit, a mere boy of 12,... I'm 14. ..about to compete against three students not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself but who have mastered spells you wouldn't attempt in your daydreams. Concerned? Er, I dunno. I haven't really... thought about it. Just ignore the quill. Of course, you're no ordinary boy of 12, are you? 14. Your story's legend. Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter this dangerous tournament? I didn't enter. Course you didn't! Everyone loves a rebel, Harry. (CHUCKLES) Scratch that last. Speaking of your parents - were they alive, how do you think they'd feel? Proud - or concerned? Your attitude shows at best a pathological need for attention, at worst a psychotic death-wish. Hey,... my eyes aren't "glistening with the ghosts of my past"! (OWL SCREECHES) (OWL SQUAWKS) 'Harry, I couldn't risk sending Hedwig.' 'Ever since the World Cup, the Ministry's been intercepting owls, and she's too easily recognised. We need to talk, face to face. Meet me in the Gryffindor common room at one o'clock this Saturday night. Make sure you're alone.' 'Sirius.' 'PS...' Agh! 'The bird bites.' (Sirius?) Harry Potter, aged 12, suspect entrant in the Triwizard Tournament, his eyes swimming with the ghosts of his past, and choking back tears - (HISSING) (HISSING) (SPITS) Sirius! How... I don't have much time, Harry, so let me get straight to it. Did you put your name into the Goblet? No! Ssh... I had to ask. Now, tell me about this dream of yours. You mentioned Wormtail and Voldemort, but who was the third man in the room? I dunno. You didn't hear a name? No. Voldemort was giving him a job to do. Something important. And what was that? (SIGHS) He wanted... me. I dunno why. But he was gonna use this man to get to me. I mean, it was only a dream, right? Yes... It's just a dream. Look, Harry - the Death Eaters at the World Cup, your name rising from that Goblet - these are not just coincidences. Hogwarts isn't safe any more. What are you saying? I'm saying the devils are inside the walls. Igor Karkaroff, he was a Death Eater - and no-one, no-one stops being a Death Eater! Then there's Barty Crouch - heart of stone, sent his own son to Azkaban! (DISTANT FOOTSTEPS) Did one of them put my name in the Goblet? I don't know who did, but whoever did is no friend to you. People die in this tournament. I'm not ready for this. You don't have a choice. (RUSTLING) Someone's coming. Keep your friends close, Harry...! Who are you talking to? What? Who says I was talking to anyone? I heard voices. Maybe you're imagining things. Wouldn't be the first time. Just practising for your next interview? q Amazing! Neville, you're doing it again. Oh. Right. Magical Water Plants Of The Highland Lochs? Moody gave it to me that day we had tea. It's been through enough people! Go and talk to him yourself! (Ron, this is your problem, not mine!) What do you want me to say again? (WHISPERS) Ronald would like me to tell you... that Seamus told him... that Dean was told by Parvati that Hagrid's looking for you. That right? Well... What? Er... Um... (WHISPERS) Dean was told by Parvati that... Please don't ask me to say it again. Hagrid's looking for you. Well, you can tell Ronald - I'm not an owl! Did you bring your father's cloak like I asked you? Yeah. Where are we going? You'll see soon enough. Pay attention. This is important. What's with the flower? Hagrid, have you combed your hair? As a matter of fact, I have. You might like to try the same thing now and again. (DISTANT BELLOWING) (SNORTING) 'Agrid? Oh,... the cloak! Put the cloak on. Bonsoir, Olympe. Oh, 'Agrid! I thought perhaps you weren't coming. I thought perhaps you had... forgotten me. I thought perhaps you had... forgotten me. I couldn't forget you, Olympe. Ugh! What is it you wanted to show me? When we spoke earlier, you sounded so... exhilarated. You'll be glad you came. Trust me. (ROARING) La! C'est magnifique! (ROARING) (HUBBUB OF VOICES) Can we get closer? Dragons! That's the first task? You're joking! Come on, Harry. They're seriously misunderstood creatures. Although... I have to admit that Horntail is a nasty piece of work. Poor Ron nearly fainted just seeing him, you know. Ron was here? Oh, sure. His brother Charlie helped to bring 'em over from Romania. Didn't Ron tell you that? No, he didn't. He didn't tell me a thing. (DRAGON BELLOWS) Phew, Potter! You stink, Potter! (ALL GIGGLE) Potter stinks! Cedric rules! Thanks. Like your badge? Excuse me. (BOTH LAUGH) (ALL JEER) Read the badge, Potter! Can I have a word? Alright. You stink, Potter! (LAUGHS) Dragons. That's the first task. They've got one for each of us. Come on, Ced! Are you serious? And, er, Fleur and Krum, do they... Yes. Come on, Ced. Leave him. Right. Read the badges, Potter! Listen. The badges - I've asked them not to wear them... Don't worry about it. It's not like I try to blow things up... You have to admit, though - fire is pretty fascinating. You're a right foul git, you know that? Think so? I know so. Anything else? Yeah. Stay away from me! Fine. There's Potter. Cheat! Why so tense, Potter? My father and I had a bet, you see. I think you won't last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees. He thinks you won't last five. I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy! (GRUNTS) He's vile and cruel - and you're just pathetic. (MUTTERS) No, you don't, sonny! Wah! I'll teach you to cast when someone's back is turned. You stinking, tawdry, scummy... Professor Moody! What are you doing? Professor Moody! What are you doing? Teaching. Is that a... Is that a student?! Is that a... Is that a student?! Technically it's a ferret. (YELLS) (ALL LAUGH) (SOBS) Stand still! Stand still! Argh! (MALFOY CHITTERS) Oh! My father will hear about this! Is that a threat? Professor Moody! Is that a threat?! I could tell you stories about your father that would curl even your greasy hair, boy! Alastor! It doesn't end here! Alastor, we never use transfiguration as a punishment. Surely Dumbledore told you that. He might have mentioned it. Well, you will do well to remember it. Away! You... Come with me. (GRUNTS) That's a Foe-Glass. Lets me keep an eye on my enemies. If I can see the whites of their eyes, they're right behind me! (LAUGHS) (THUNDEROUS RUMBLING) (ECHOING CRY) Wouldn't even bother telling you what's in there. You wouldn't believe it if I did. Now,... what are you going to do about your dragon? Oh. Er... Well, you know, I just thought I'd... Sit. Listen to me, Potter. Your pal Diggory - by your age he could turn a whistle into a watch and have it sing you the time. Miss Delacour,... she's as much a fairy princess as I am. As for Krum, his head may be filled with sawdust, but Karkaroff's is not. They'll have a strategy, and you can bet that it will play to Krum's strengths! Hmm? Come on, Potter! What are your strengths? Um... I dunno. I can fly. I mean, I'm a fair flyer, but I - Better than fair, the way I heard it. But I'm not allowed a broom. You're allowed... a wand. q (CHEERING) Bets! Place your bets! Bets taken! Bets taken here! Step up and start fluttering on today's bloodbath! Smart money's on Krum to survive. Any bets? Yes, sir? Ten to one for Fleur. There you go. Thank you. (ROARING) Pssst! Pssst! Harry! Is that you? Yeah. How are you feeling? OK? The key is to concentrate. After that you just have to - The key is to concentrate. After that you just have to - Battle a dragon. Young love! (GASPS) How... ..stirring. If everything goes... unfortunately today, you two may even make the front page. You have no business here. This tent is for champions... and friends. No matter. We've, er,... got what we wanted. Good day, champions. Gather round, please. Now, you've waited, you've wondered... At last the moment has arrived, the moment only you four can appreciate. What are you doing here, Miss Granger? Oh... Er... Sorry. I'll just... go. Barty, the bag. Champions, in a circle round me. Miss Delacour, over here. Mr Krum... And, er, Potter, Mr Potter, over here. That's right. Now,... Miss Delacour, if you will. (HISSING) The Welsh Green! Mr Krum? The Chinese Fireball. Ooooh! The Swedish Short-Snout. Which leaves... The Horntail. What's that, boy? Nothing. Agh! The Hungarian Horntail... (SNARLS) These represent four very real dragons, each of which has been given a golden egg to protect. Your objective is simple - collect the egg. This you must do. Each egg contains a clue without which you cannot hope to proceed to the next task. Any questions? Very well. Good luck. Mr Diggory, at the sound of the cannon - (SCREAMING / YELLING) (CHEERING FROM OUTSIDE) (CHANTING OF "DIGGORY! DIGGORY! DIGGORY!") 'Three of our champions have now faced their dragon, and so each one of them will proceed to the next task.' 'And now our fourth and final contestant!' (CHANTING OF "HARRY! HARRY! HARRY!") (DRAGON BELLOWS) (ROARS TRIUMPHANTLY) (CHORTLES) Your wand, Harry! Your wand! Accio Firebolt! (ALL CHEER) Good call! Yes! (ALL CHEER) Well done, dragon! Aaaargh! (DRAGON ROARS) Aaaaargh! Aaargh! (DRAGON HOWLS) (REVERBERATING SILENCE) (WHOOSHING) Yes! Yes! (ALL CHEER) Yes, Harry! Knew you wouldn't die, lose a leg... Or an arm. Pack it in altogether - (BOTH) Never! (ALL CHEER / CHATTER) Shush! Go on, Harry. What's the clue? Who wants me to open it? (ALL SHOUT AFFIRMATIVELY) Do you want me to open it? (ALL) Yes! (HIGH-PITCHED SCREECHING) (SCREECHING STOPS) What the bloody hell was that? Alright, everyone - go back to your knitting. This will be uncomfortable enough without you nosy sods listening in. Reckon you'd have to be barking mad to put your own name in the Goblet. Caught on, have you? Took you long enough. I wasn't the only one who thought you'd done it. Everyone was saying it behind your back. Brilliant. That makes me feel loads better. Least I warned you about the dragons. Hagrid warned me! No, no - I did. No, don't you remember? I told Hermione to tell you Seamus told me that Parvati told Dean that Hagrid was looking for you. Seamus never actually told me anything, so it was me all along. I thought you'd... be alright... after you figured that out. Who... Who could possibly figure that out? It's completely mental. (CHUCKLES) Yeah. It is, isn't it? Suppose I was a bit distraught. (Boys...!) q q (BOTH) Hi, Harry. (Cho! Harry's looking at you.) (ALL GIGGLE) Shush! Look at this! I can't believe it. She's done it again. "Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards." "Her latest prey, sources report, is none other than Bulgarian bonbon Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this blow. Parcel for you, Mr Weasley. Ah, thank you, Nigel. (CLEARS THROAT) (Oh... Not now, Nigel. Later.) Go on. I told him I'd get him Harry's autograph. (SIGHS) Oh, look! Mum's sent me something. (SUPPRESSED GIGGLING) Mum's sent me a dress! Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet?... Aha! Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet?... Aha! Nose down, Harry. Ginny, these must be for you. I'm not wearing that. It's ghastly. (LAUGHS) What are you on about? They're not for Ginny. They're for you. (ALL LAUGH) Dress robes! Dress robes?! For what? The Yule Ball... "(CRACKLING)" ..has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament... (CRACKLING STOPS) ..since its inception. On Christmas Eve night, we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school, I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward - and I mean this literally, because... the Yule Ball is first and foremost... a dance. (ALL WHISPER) Silence! The House of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for ten centuries. I will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like babbling, bumbling baboons. (Try saying that five times faster.) (BOTH TRY) To dance... is to let the body... breathe. Inside every girl a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst forth and take flight. Something's about to burst out of Hilary, but it's not a swan. Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance. Mr Weasley! Yes? Will you join me, please? Now, place your right hand on my waist. Where...? My waist. (WOLF-WHISTLING) Bend your arm... Mr Filch, if you please. "(CRACKLING)" "(WALTZ MUSIC PLAYS)" One, two, three. One-two-three, one-two-three... (BOTH SING ALONG MOCKINGLY) Oi! Never gonna let him forget this, are you? (BOTH) Never! Everybody come together! Boys, on your feet! "(WALTZ MUSIC CONTINUES)" (HUMS WALTZ TUNE) Why do they have to travel in packs? How are you supposed to get one on their own to ask them? (ALL GIGGLE) Blimey, Harry. You've slayed dragons. If you can't get a date, who can? I'd take the dragon right now. I take after my mum. I... didn't know her very well cos she left when I was about three. No, not the maternal sort, her. Broke my dad's heart, though. He was a tiny little fella, my dad. I could pick him up at the age of six and put him on the dresser. (BOTH LAUGH) He laughed so hard at that. And then he died just when I started school, so I had to make my own way, as it were. But enough of me! What about you? (GRUNTS ATHLETICALLY) (GIRLS GIGGLE) (CLEARS THROAT) This is mad. At this rate we'll be the only ones without dates. Agh! Well,... us and Neville. Yeah, but he can take himself. (GIGGLES) It might interest you to know that Neville's got someone. It might interest you to know that Neville's got someone. Ohh! Now I'm really depressed. (Who are you going with, then?) (SILENTLY) Hermione,... you're a girl. Well spotted(!) Can I just ask - (THUMP!) (GIGGLES) (THUMP!) Come on. It's one thing for a bloke to show up alone. For a girl it's just sad. I won't be alone! Believe it or not, someone's asked me! And I said yes! Bloody hell! She's lying, though. Bloody hell! She's lying, though. If you say so. Look,... we've just got to grit our teeth and do it. Tonight when we get back to the common room, we'll both have partners. Agreed? Agreed. (BOTH) Argh! (GASPS) Cho! Harry! Watch yourself on the stairs. It's a bit icy at the top. Watch yourself on the stairs. It's a bit icy at the top. OK. Thanks. Cho? Yes? Er... I just wondered if... (OWL SQUAWKS) ..you'd-go-to-the-ball-with-me. Sorry? I didn't catch that. Er... I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to go to the ball with me. Oh... Er... Harry, I... I'm sorry, but someone's already asked me. Er... Well, I've said I'll go... with him. OK. Er, great. Fine. No problem. OK... Good. Harry! I really am... sorry. (SIGHS) It's OK, Ron. It's alright. It doesn't matter. What happened to you? He just asked Fleur Delacour out. What?! What did she say? No, of course. She said yes?! Don't be silly. There she was, just walking by. You know I like it when they walk. I couldn't help it. It just sort of slipped out. Actually he sort of screamed at her. It was a bit frightening. What did you do then? What else? I ran for it! I'm not cut out for this, Harry. I don't know what got into me. (BOTH) Hi, Harry. I'm always looking at them from behind... Oh, she's never going to forgive me... Hey! q '(ROMANTIC DANCE MUSIC)' (ALL CHATTER / LAUGH) Bloody hell! (HYPERVENTILATES) Bloody hell... Bloody... What are those? What are those? My dress robes. But they're alright. No lace... No dodgy little collar... Well, I expect yours are traditional. Traditional?! They're ancient! I look like my great-aunt Tessie! (SNIFFS) I smell like my great-aunt Tessie. Murder me, Harry. Leave it alone! Poor kid. Bet she's alone in her room, crying her eyes out. Who? Hermione, of course. Why do you think she wouldn't tell us who she was coming with? Because we'd take the mickey out of her if she did. Nobody asked her. I'd have taken her myself if she weren't so bloody proud. (BOTH) Hello, boys. Don't you look... dashing! Oh, there you are, Potter. Are you and Miss Patil ready? Ready, Professor? To dance! It's traditional that the champions are the first to dance. Surely I told you that! No. Oh, well. Now you know. Oh... As for you, Mr Weasley, you may proceed into the Great Hall with Miss Patil. Oh, there you are! Come on, then. Come along this way! Oh, come on! Now, I need you all to line up in the procession, please. She looks beautiful! Yeah, she does. (MUSICAL FANFARE PLAYS) (ALL APPLAUD) Is that Hermione Granger... with Viktor Krum?! No. Absolutely not. Hi! (CONDUCTOR TAPS BATON) (GRIMLY) Harry, take my waist. What?! Now! (MUSIC STRIKES UP) (APPLAUSE) (MRS NORRIS PURRS HAPPILY) (SINGS ALONG TUNELESSLY BUT CONTENTEDLY TO MUSIC) Are you ready?! (MUSIC MORPHS TO POUNDING ROCK) # Move your body like a hairy troll # Learnin' to rock and roll # Spin around like a crazy elf # A-dancin' by himself # I boogie down like a unicorn # No stoppin' till the break of dawn # Now put your hands up in the air # Like an ogre I just don't care # Can you dance like a hippogriff... # Ruddy pumpkin-head, ain't he? I don't think it was the books that had him going to the library. May I have your arm? Arm, leg, I'm yours! (SONG ENDS / ALL CHEER) Hot, isn't it? Viktor's gone to get drinks. Would you care to join us? No! We would not care to join you and Viktor. What's got your wand in a knot? He's a Durmstrang. You're fraternising with the enemy. The enemy? Who was it wanting his autograph? Besides, the whole point of the tournament is international magical cooperation - to make friends. I think he's got a bit more than friendship on his mind. Are you going to ask me to dance or not? No. He's using you. How dare you? I can take care of myself. Doubt it! He's way too old. What? What? That's what you think? Yeah. You know the solution, then, don't you? Go on. Next time there's a ball, pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does - and not as a last resort! before somebody else does - and not as a last resort! Well,... that's just completely off the point! Harry... Where have you been?! Never mind. Off to bed, both of you. They get scary when they get older. Ron, you spoilt everything! What's this about? (SOBS) (SLOW, ROMANTIC SONG) # This magic time # Oh, the answer's there... (DEEP TOLLING) (BIRDS SQUAWK) (CAWS) Let me see it again. Ah, yes, the time is close now! Harry, at last! Step aside, Wormtail, so I can give our guest a proper greeting! You alright, Harry? I just got in. Me! (CHUCKLES) (HUMS WALTZ TUNE) Harry, you told me you'd figured the egg out weeks ago. The task is two days from now. Really? I had no idea (!) I suppose Viktor's already figured it out. Wouldn't know. We didn't talk about the tournament. Actually we didn't really talk at all. Viktor's more of a physical being. (LAUGHS) I just mean he's not particularly loquacious. Mostly he watches me study. It's a bit annoying, actually. You are trying to figure this egg out, aren't you? What's that supposed to mean? It just means these tasks are designed to test you in the most brutal way. They're almost cruel. And, er,... ..I'm scared for you. You got by the dragons mostly on nerve. I'm not sure it's going to be enough this time. Hey, Potter! Potter! Cedric. How... How are you? Spectacular. Look, I never really thanked you for tipping me off about the dragons. Forget it. You'd have done the same for me. Exactly! You know the prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor? It's not a bad place for a bath. Just take your egg and... mull things over in the hot water. I must be out of my mind. (PIERCING SHRIEKING) I'm definitely out of my mind. (MOURNFUL WATERY NOISES) (GASPS) I'd try putting it in the water if I were you. Myrtle! Oh, hello, Harry! Long time,... no see! Ooh! (GIGGLES) (SQUEALS) I was circling a blocked drain the other day and could swear I saw a bit of polyjuice potion. Not being a bad boy again, are you? Polyjuice potion? I've kicked the habit. Did you say "try putting it in the water"? (SQUEALS) (COUGHS / GIGGLES) Oh! That's what he did - the other boy. The handsome one... Cedric. Well, go on - open it. (FEMALE VOICE SINGS SWEETLY) # Come, seek us # Where our voices sound # We cannot sing above the ground # An hour long you'll have to look # To recover # What we took # (SPLUTTERS / COUGHS) (COUGHS MOCKINGLY) Myrtle! There aren't merpeople in the Black Lake, are there? Oh,... very good. It took Cedric ages to riddle it out. Almost all the bubbles... were gone. Grrah! (LAUGHS WICKEDLY) (SQUEALS / GIGGLES) (SIGHS DESPAIRINGLY) (SNORES) Harry, tell me again. Come seek us where our voices sound. Come seek us where our voices sound. The Black Lake - that's obvious. An hour long you'll have to look. Again, obvious - though admittedly potentially problematic. Potentially problematic? When did you last hold your breath for an hour underwater? Look, Harry, we can do this. The three of us can figure it out. Hate to break up this scholarly session. Professor McGonagall wants to see you. Not you, Potter - just the others. But, sir, the second task is only hours away - Exactly. Presumably Potter is prepared by now, and could do with some sleep. Go. Now! Longbottom! Why don't you help Potter put his books back? You know, if you're interested in plants, you'd be better off with Goshawk's Guide To Herbology. There's a wizard in Nepal growing gravity-resistant trees. Neville - no offence, but I really don't care about plants. Now, if there's a... Tibetan turnip that will allow me to breathe underwater for an hour, then, great. But otherwise... I don't know about turnip, but you can always use gillyweed. I call it the 'fur factor'. Hello. I'm afraid I have some bad news. And some good news! Do this. That furry feeling is harmful bacteria, and it's making harmful little bacteria babies in your mouth. I call it the 'fur factor'. Fortunately, there's good news - Colgate Total. VOICE-OVER: Its unique technology bonds to 100% providing superior Fight the fur factor with Colgate Total. For whole mouth health. Any bets? Place your bets! Come on! Step up, mates. Don't be shy. Three lads. One lady. They're all going down. Will the four come up? Don't be so mean! (BOTH CONTINUE TO SHOUT) You're sure about this, Neville? Absolutely. For an hour? Most likely. Most likely? Well, there is some debate among herbologists as to the effects of fresh water versus salt water` You're telling me this now? You're joking! I just wanted to help. That makes you a right sight better than Ron and Hermione. Where are they, anyway? You seem a little tense, Harry. Do I? (CHEERING / CHANTING) Welcome to the second task. Last night something was stolen from each of our champions, a treasure of sorts. These four treasures now lie on the bottom of the Black Lake. In order to win, each champion need only find their treasure and return to the surface. Simple enough... Put that in your mouth. ..except for this - they will have one hour to do so and one hour only. After that they'll be on their own. No magic will save them. (COUGHS) You may begin at the sound of the cannon. (CANNON BOOMS / CROWD CHEERS) Argh! What's the matter with him? Dunno. I can't see him. Oh, my God! I've killed Harry Potter! Yeah! (ALL CHEER / LAUGH) What? (MYSTERIOUS FEMALE VOICES SING IN DISTANCE) (SOUND OF SINGING INCREASES) (EERIE SKITTERING NOISE) (GASPS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) The Beauxbatons champion, Miss Delacour, has been forced to retire, so she will take no further part in this task. (EERIE, WHALE-LIKE SINGING) (MERPEOPLE SING AND SHRIEK) But she's my friend, too! (SHRIEKS) Only one! (GASPS) (CROWD CHEERS) Let's get down below. (GASPS) (ALL CHANT "KRUM! KRUM! KRUM!") (COUGHS) (SNARLS) (BOTH COUGH AND GASP) (ALL CHEER) Viens! Viens! Allez! C'est fini. Viens, donnez-moi ta main. Ascendio! (COUGHS) Harry! (CROWD CHEERS) He's alright. Alright. Barty! Go get him another towel. I want all the judges over here now. You saved her, even though she wasn't yours to save. My little sister! Thank you! Oh! And you,... you helped! Well, yeah, a bit. Gabrielle! Merci! Harry! Hermione! Are you alright? You must be freezing. I think you behaved admirably. I finished last, Hermione. Agh! Next to last. Fleur never got past "ze Grindylows". (ALL SHOUT) Attention! (ALL CONTINUE TO SHOUT) (IN AMPLIFIED VOICE) ATTENTION! The winner is... Mr Diggory! (ALL CHEER) He showed unique command of the Bubble-Head Charm. Seeing as Mr Potter would have finished first had it not been for his determination to rescue not only Mr Weasley but the others, as well, we've agreed to award him... second place... Second place! ..for outstanding moral fibre! Boo! Yessss! Agh! All that moral fibre, eh? Blimey. Even when you go wrong it turns out right. Well done, Moral Fibre. Congratulations, Potter. Fine achievement. Thank you. Well done, boy. See you at Hagrid's, Harry! I'm sorry we haven't spoken. After all, your story is one I've heard so many times. Quite remarkable, really. Tragic, of course. To lose one's family... Never whole again, are we? Still,... life goes on, and here we stand. I'm sure your parents would be proud of you today. Bartimus! Not trying to lure Potter into a Ministry summer internship, are we? Last boy who went into the Mysteries Department never came out! And they say I'm mad! BIRDS CHIRP, OFF-KEY SAXOPHONE MUSIC BLARES (PLAYS OFF-KEY TUNE) (CONTINUES PLAYING) q I remember... I remember when I first met you all. Biggest bunch of misfits I ever set eyes on! Always reminded me of myself, a little. And here we all are, four years later. We're still a bunch of misfits. Well, maybe. But we've all got each other - and Harry, of course. Soon to be the youngest... TRIWIZARD CHAMPION THERE'S EVER BEEN! Hooray! (LAUGHS) (GIGGLES) # Hogwarts, Hogwarts (ALL) # Hoggy, warty Hogwarts, teach us something, please... (EERIE WHOOSHING) (GRUNTS IN PAIN) Mr Crouch? A man has died here, Fudge! He won't be the last. You must take action. I will not! At times like these, the wizard world looks to its leaders for strength! Then, for once, show them some. The Tournament will not be cancelled. I will not be seen as a coward! A true leader does what is right, no matter what others think. What did you say?! Gentlemen, you may like to know this conversation is no longer private. Oh, Harry! Harry, how good to see you again. I can come back later, Professor. Not necessary. The minister and I are done. I'll be back in a moment. Minster, after you. Oh, Harry, do feel free to indulge in a liquorice snap, but I have to warn you, they're a wee bit sharp. (PHOENIX CROONS) (CRUNCH!) Agh! (FOOTSTEP ECHOES HOLLOWLY) Aaaaagh! Oof! (MURMUR OF VOICES) Professor?! Professor! (GASPS) Ah. Karkaroff, you have been brought from Azkaban at your own request to present evidence to this council. Should this prove consequential, council may be prepared to order your immediate release. Until such time you remain, in the eyes of the Ministry, a convicted Death Eater. Do you accept these terms? I do, sir. And what do you wish to present? I have names, sir. There was a... Rosier - Evan Rosier. Rosier is dead. Dead? Took a piece of me with him! I didn't know. If that is all you have to offer - No, no! There is - Rookwood! He was a spy. Augustus Rookwood of the Department of Mysteries? Yes! He passed information to You- Know-Who from inside the Ministry! Very well. Council will deliberate. In the meantime you will be returned to Azkaban. No! Wait! Wait, please! I have more! What about Snape, Severus Snape? As the council is aware, I have given evidence on this matter. Snape was indeed a Death Eater, and prior to Lord Voldemort's downfall turned spy for us at great personal risk. It's a lie! He is no more a Death Eater than I am! Silence! Unless the witness possesses any genuine name of consequence, this session is now concluded. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I heard about one more. What's that? A name. Yes? I know this person took part in the capture and, by means of the Cruciatus curse, torture of the Auror Frank Longbottom and his wife! The name! Give me the wretched name! BARTY CROUCH! (GASPS) ..Junior. (ASTONISHED MURMURING) (PANDEMONIUM) Get your filthy hands off me, you pathetic little men! (PANTS) Hello, Father! You are no son of mine. (SNARLS) Curiosity's not a sin, Harry, but you should exercise caution. It's a Pensieve - very useful, if, like me, you find your mind a wee bit stretched. It allows me to see once more things I've already seen. You see, Harry, I've searched and searched for something, some small detail,... something I might have overlooked, something that would explain why these terrible things have happened. Every time I get close to an answer, it slips away! It's maddening. Sir, Mr Crouch's son,... what exactly happened to him? He was sent to Azkaban. Destroyed Barty to do it. But he had no choice. The evidence was overwhelming. Why do you ask? It's just that I... I had a dream about him. It was in the summer, before school. 'In the dream I was in a house and Voldemort was there - only he wasn't quite human. And Wormtail was there, too, and Mr Crouch's son.' 'Have there been other dreams?' 'Yes.' Always the same. Sir, these dreams,... what I see... You don't think it's actually happening, do you? I think it's unwise for you to linger over these dreams. I think it's best that you simply... ..cast them away. It's a sign, Severus! You know what it means as well as I! Potter! What's... your hurry? Congratulations. Your performance in the Black Lake was inspiring. Gillyweed... Am I correct? Yes, sir. Ingenious. A rather rare herb,... gillyweed. Not something found in your everyday garden. Nor is this. Know what it is? Bubble juice, sir (?) Veritaserum. Three drops of this and You-Know-Who himself would spill his darkest secrets. The use of it on a student is, regrettably, forbidden. However,... should you ever steal from my personal stores again, my hand might just slip over your morning pumpkin juice. I haven't stolen anything. Don't... lie... to me. Gillyweed may be innocuous, but boomslang skin, lacewing flies...? You and your little friends are brewing polyjuice potion, and believe me, I'm going to find out why! ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS MUSIC QUICKENS (COUGHS WHEEZILY) (COUGHS WHEEZILY) Oh! MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING (ALL CHEER) (BAND PLAYS LIVELY TUNE) (BAND CONTINUES PLAYING) (ALL CHANT) Allez-y, Beauxbatons... Yeah! (ALL SHOUT AND CHEER) (SHOUTING AND CHEERING CONTINUES) (IN AMPLIFIED VOICE) Silence! (CHEERING AND BAND MUSIC DIES AWAY RAGGEDLY) Earlier today Professor Moody placed the Triwizard Cup deep within the maze. Only he knows its exact position. Now, as Mr Diggory... (ALL CHEER) ..and Mr Potter... (ALL CHEER) ..tied for first position, they will be first to enter the maze, followed by Mr Krum... (ALL CHEER) and Miss Delacour. Krum! Krum! Krum! The first person to touch the cup will be the winner! (ALL CHEER) I've instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter. If any contestant wishes to withdraw from the task, he or she need only send up red sparks with their wand. Contestants, gather round. Quickly! In the maze... you'll find no dragons or creatures of the deep. Instead you'll face something even more challenging. You see, people change in the maze. Oh, find the cup if you can, but be very wary. You could just lose yourselves along the way. Champions! Prepare yourselves! (ALL CHEER) Good luck! My boy! Good luck. On the count of three... One - (CROWD CHEERS) (BAND PLAYS LIVELY TUNE) (RUSTLING) (MUSIC AND VOICES FADE OUT) (SILENCE) (CREAKING) (CRASH!) Oof! (RUSTLING) (BREATHES RAGGEDLY IN FEAR) (SOBS) (HISSING) (SCREAMS) (BREATHES HEAVILY) (CREAKING) (RUSTLING / RUMBLING) Fleur! (CREAKING) Fleur! Periculum! (WIND WHOOSHES) (SHOUTS) Get down! Get down! (SHOUTS) Expelliarmus! (GROWLS) No, don't! Stop! He's bewitched, Cedric! Get off me! He's bewitched! Yes! Harry! Harry! Harry! (FAINTER, DESPAIRING) Harry! Reducto! (PANTS / COUGHS) Th-... Thanks. No problem. You know, for a moment there I thought... you were gonna let it get me. For a moment so did I. Some game, huh? Some game. (CREAKING) (WIND HOWLS) Go! Go on! Take it. You saved me! Take it! Together! One, two,... three! Oof! Agh! (BOTH COUGH) You OK? Yeah. You? Where are we? (BIRD CAWS HOARSELY) I've been here before. It's a Portkey. Harry, the cup is a Portkey. I've been here before, in a dream. Cedric! We have to get back to the cup. Now! What are you talking about? (CREAKING) Argh! Harry! What is it? Get back to the cup! Argh! Who are you? What do you want? Kill the spare! Avada Kedavra! No! (GRUNTS IN PAIN) Argh! Do it! Now! Bone... of the father,... unwillingly given... Flesh of the servant,... ..willingly sacrificed... (SCREAMS) Blood of the enemy... Agh! ..forcibly taken... Aaaarrgh! The Dark Lord... shall rise... again! Aargh! (YELLS IN TERROR) (CHUCKLES) My wand, Wormtail. Hold out your arm. Master... Thank you! Master... The other arm, Wormtail! (THUNDER CRACKLES) Welcome, my friends. 13 years it's been, and yet here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself... disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me! Crabbe! Macnair! Goyle! Not even you,... ..Lucius. My lord! Had I detected any sign, or whisper of your whereabouts - There were signs, my slippery friend, and more than whispers. I assure you, my lord, I have never renounced the old ways. The face I have been obliged to present each day since your... absence,... ..that is my true mask. I returned! Out of fear, not loyalty. Still, you have proved yourself useful these past few months, Wormtail. Thank you, Master! Thank you! Oh... (TUTS) Such a handsome boy. Don't touch him! Harry! Oh, I'd almost forgotten you were here, standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you, but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days. The Boy... Who Lived. How lies have fed your legend, Harry! Should I reveal what really happened that night 13 years ago? Should I divulge how I truly lost... my powers? It was love. You see, when dear, sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son, she provided the ultimate protection. I couldn't touch him. It was old magic, something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter. Things have changed. I can... touch you... now! Aaagh! Arrrgh! (SCREAMS) Agh! Agh! Argh! Agh! Argh! (SCREAMS) Agh... Argh! Astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do, eh, Harry? Pick up your wand, Potter! I said pick it up! Get up! You've been taught how to duel, I presume? First we bow to each other... The niceties must be observed. Dumbledore wouldn't want you to forget your manners. I said... bow! Argh! That's better! And now... Crucio! Agh! Argh! Crucio! Hah! Attaboy, Harry! Your parents would be proud - especially your filthy Muggle mother. Expelliarmus! I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter. I'm going to destroy you. After tonight, no-one will ever again question my powers. After tonight, if they speak of you they'll speak only of how you... begged for death - and I, being a merciful lord,... obliged. Get up! Argh! Don't you turn your back on me! I want you to look at me when I kill you! I want to see the lights leave your eyes! Have it your way. Expelliarmus! Avada Kedavra! Do nothing! He is mine to finish! He is mine! Harry! When the connection is broken you must get to the Portkey! We can delay it to give you time, but only for a moment! Understand? Harry,... take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my father. Let go. Sweetheart, you're ready. Let go! Let go! Accio! (MOANS IN RAGE / YELLS) (ALL CHEER) (SOBS) (BAND PLAYS ROUSING TUNE) He did it! (SCREAMS) Harry! (SOBS) No! NO! For God's sake, what's happened? He's back! He's back! Voldemort's back. Cedric... He asked me to bring his body back. (SOBS) I couldn't leave him - not there! It's alright, Harry. It's alright. (SOBS) He's home. You both are. Keep everybody in their seats! A boy's just been killed. (ALL GASP / MURMUR) The body must be moved, Dumbledore. There are too many people. Let me through. Let me through! (SOBS) Let me through... That's my son! It's my boy! My boy! (HARRY WAILS) (SOBS) Come on, get up. Easy... No! Easy! This is not where you want to be right now. Come on. No! (HOWLS) (BELLOWS IN GRIEF) It's alright. I got you. I got you. (SOBS) Come on. Easy, now. NO! (WAILS) No... 1 q q (BREATHES RAGGEDLY) (BREATHES RAGGEDLY) Are you alright, Potter? Does it hurt - that... Not so much now. Perhaps I'd better take a look at it. The cup was a Portkey. Someone had bewitched it. What was it like? What was he like? Who? The Dark Lord. Argh! What was it like to stand in his presence? I... I dunno. (MOANS FAINTLY) It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams. (MOANS / CHOKES) Into one of my nightmares. (MOANS / CHOKES DRYLY) (GASPS) Were there others? In the graveyard, were there others? Er... I... I don't think I said anything about a graveyard, Professor. (IMITATING HAGRID) Marvellous creatures, dragons, aren't they? That miserable oaf wouldn't have showed you if I hadn't suggested it. (BOTTLES CLATTER) You think Cedric Diggory... would have told you to open the egg underwater if I hadn't told him first myself? Do you think Neville Longbottom, the witless wonder, could have provided you with gillyweed without my book? Eh?! Eh? It was you from the beginning. You put my name in the Goblet of Fire. You bewitched Krum! But y` y` MOCKS: Bu-Bu-Bu-Bu... You won because I made it so, Potter. You ended up in that graveyard tonight because it was meant to be. And now the deed is done. Agh! The blood that runs through these veins runs within the Dark Lord. (HAWKS / SPITS) Imagine how he will reward me when he learns how I have once and for all... silenced the great... Harry Potter! Expelliarmus! Severus! Do you know who I am? Albus Dumbledore. Are you Alastor Moody? Are you?! No! Is he in this room? Is he in this room?! Harry! Away from there. You alright, Alastor? I'm sorry, Albus. That's Moody! But, then, who's... (SNIFFS) Polyjuice potion. Now we know who's been stealing from your stores. We'll get you up in a minute. (MOANS) (GRUNTING) (GRUNTS / GIBBERS WETLY) (HISSES / GARGLES) (GROANS) (SCREAMS) Gaarrrrgh! Eeeeargh! (SNARLS) No! Barty Crouch Junior. I'll show you mine if you show me yours. (GASPS IN PAIN) Your arm, Harry. You know what this means, don't you? He's back. Lord Voldemort has returned. I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't help it. Send an owl to Azkaban. They'll find they're missing a prisoner. I'll be welcomed back like a hero! Perhaps. Personally I've never had much time for heroes. Today we acknowledge... a really terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was, as you all know, exceptionally hard-working,... ..infinitely fair-minded, and, most importantly, a... fierce, fierce friend. I think therefore you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort. The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this! But not to do so I think would be an insult to his memory. Now, the pain... we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me,... reminds us that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one. In light of recent events, the bonds of friendship we made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that, and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain. You remember that, and we will celebrate a boy who was... kind and honest and... brave and true, right to the very end. I never liked these curtains. Set them on fire in my fourth year - by accident, of course. I've put you in terrible danger this year, Harry. I'm sorry. Professor,... when I was in the graveyard, there was a moment... when... Voldemort's wand and mine sort of... connected. Priori Incantatem... You saw your parents that night, didn't you? They reappeared. No spell can reawaken the dead, Harry. I trust you know that. Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy. But remember this. You have friends here. You're not alone. (BABBLE OF VOICES) Hermione? This is for you. Write to me. Promise. Bye! Au revoir, Ron. (HUBBUB OF FAREWELLS) (CANNON FIRES) (ALL CHEER) Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts? (BOTH) No! I don't think so. Oh, well, what's life without a few dragons? Everything's going to change now, isn't it? Yes. Promise you'll write this summer - both of you. I won't! You know I won't. Harry will, won't you? Yeah! Every week. (LAUGHS) (HORSES WHINNY) CROWD: Whoa! (HORSES WHINNY) IMS Subtitles www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2014