[English]
What is it, Fang?
Ah!
Ah!
Ahh!
[Whispering] Let me speak to him.
Master, you are not strong enough.
[Whispering] I have strength enough for this.
Harry Potter.
We meet again.
Voldemort.
Yes, you see what I've become?
See what I must do to survive?
Live off another,
a mere parasite.
Unicorn blood can sustain me.
But it cannot give me a body of my own.
But there is something that can.
Something that, conveniently enough,
lies in your pocket.
Stop him!
Don't be a fool.
Why suffer an horrific death
when you can join me
and live?
Never!
Bravery.
Your parents had it too.
Tell me,
Harry,
would you like to see
your mother and father again?
Together
we can bring them back.
All I ask is for something in return.
That's it, Harry.
There is no good and evil.
There is only power
and those too weak to seek it.
Together
we'll do extraordinary things.
Just give me the Stone!
You liar!
Kill him!
Ah!
Ah!
What is this magic?
Fool! Get the Stone!
Ah!
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.
Shall I reveal what really happened
that night thirteen years ago?
Shall 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 could not touch him.
It was old magic.
Something I should have foreseen.
But no matter, no matter.
Things have changed.
I can touch you...
now.
Astonishing what a few drops of your blood
will do, eh, Harry?
Pick up your wand, Potter!
I said, pick it up.
Get up! Get up!
You've been taught how to duel, I presume.
Yes?
First, we bow to each other.
Come on now, Harry.
The niceties must be observed.
Dumbledore wouldn't want you to
forget your manners, would he?
I said,
bow!
That's better.
And now...
Crucio!
Crucio!
Atta boy, 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 power.
After tonight,
if they speak of you
they'll speak only of how you
begged for death.
And I, being a merciful lord,
obliged.
You've got to mean it, Harry.
She killed him.
She deserves it.
You know the spell, Harry.
Do it!
So
weak.
It was foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom.
The Aurors are on their way.
By which time, I shall be gone,
and you
shall be dead.
Ahh!
You've lost, old man.
Harry.
[Voldemort] So weak.
So vulnerable.
Look at me.
Harry.
It isn't how you are alike.
It's how you are not.
Ah!
Ahh!
Harry.
You're the weak one.
And you'll never know love
or friendship.
And I feel sorry for you.
You're a fool, Harry Potter.
And you will lose
everything.
He's back.
Severus,
I was beginning to worry you had lost your way.
Come, we've saved you a seat.
You bring news, I trust?
It will happen Saturday next, at nightfall.
I've heard differently, my lord.
Dawlish, the Auror,
has let slip that the Potter boy
will not be moved until the 30th of this month,
the day before he turns 17.
This is a false trail.
The Auror Office no longer plays any part
in the protection of Harry Potter.
Those closest to him believe we have
infiltrated the Ministry.
Well!
They got that right then, haven't they?
What say you, Pius?
One hears many things, my lord.
Whether the truth is among them is not clear.
Spoken like a true politician.
You will, I think, prove most useful, Pius.
Where will he be taken, the boy?
To a safe house.
Most likely the home of someone in the Order.
I'm told it's been given every manner
of protection possible.
Once there, it will be impractical to attack him.
My lord,
I'd like to volunteer myself for this task.
I want to kill the boy.
Wormtail!
Have I not spoken to you
about keeping our guest quiet?
Yes, my lord.
Right away, my lord.
As inspiring as I find your bloodlust, Bellatrix,
I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.
But I face an unfortunate complication.
That my wand and Potter's share the same core.
They are, in some ways, twins.
We can wound, but not fatally harm one another.
If I am to kill him,
I must do it with another's wand.
Come.
Surely one of you would like the honour?
Hmm?
What about you, Lucius?
What?
My lord?
I require your wand.
Do I detect elm?
Yes, my lord.
And the core?
Dragon.
Dragon heartstring, my lord.
Dragon heartstring.
To those of you who do not know,
we are joined tonight by Miss Charity Burbage,
who, until recently, taught
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Her speciality was Muggle Studies.
It is Miss Burbage's belief
that Muggles are not so different from us.
She would, given her way,
have us mate with them.
To her, the mixture of magical and Muggle blood
is not an abomination,
but something to be encouraged.
Severus.
Severus, please.
We're friends.
Avada Kedavra!
Nagini.
Dinner.
[Voldemort] I know that many of you
will want to fight.
Some of you may even think
that to fight is wise,
but this is folly.
Give me Harry Potter.
Do this and none shall be harmed.
Give me Harry Potter
and I shall leave Hogwarts untouched.
Give me Harry Potter
and you will be rewarded.
You have one hour.
They never learn.
Such a pity.
But, my lord...
shouldn't we wait?
Begin.
Ah.
My lord.
Avada Kedavra!
Come, Nagini.
I need to keep you safe.
No sign of him, my lord.
I thought he would come.
Harry?
No!
What are you doing here?
Quiet!
Harry Potter,
the Boy Who Lived,
come to die.
Avada Kedavra!
Who is that Hagrid's carrying?
Neville, who is it?
[Voldemort] Harry Potter is dead!
No! No!
Silence!
Stupid girl.
Harry Potter is dead.
From this day forth
you put your faith
in me.
Harry Potter is dead!
And now is the time to declare yourself.
Come forward and join us.
Or die.
Draco.
Draco.
[Narcissa] Draco.
Come.
Ah, well done, Draco.
Well done.
Well, I must say I'd hoped for better.
And who might you be, young man?
Neville Longbottom.
Well, Neville I'm sure we can
find a place for you in our ranks.
I'd like to say something.
Well, Neville, I'm sure we'd all be fascinated
to hear what you have to say.
It doesn't matter that Harry's gone.
Stand down, Neville.
People die every day.
Friends,
family.
Yeah, we lost Harry tonight.
But he's still with us.
In here.
So's Fred.
And Remus, Tonks.
All of them.
They didn't die in vain.
But you will, 'cause you're wrong.
Harry's heart did beat for us.
For all of us!
This is not over!
Confringo!
[Bellatrix] No, come back!
Lucius!
Come back!
Come back!
I'll lure him into the castle.
We have to kill the snake.
You'll need this.
Neville!
You were right.
When you told Professor Snape
that wand was failing you.
It will always fail.
I killed Snape.
But what if the wand never belonged to Snape?
What if its allegiance was always to someone else?
Come on, Tom.
Let's finish this the way we started it.
Together.