Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

I killed Sirius Black!

He's back.

The police are continuing with the investigation...

...into the cause of the Millennium Bridge disaster.

Traffic has been halted as police search for survivors.

The surrounding area remains closed.

The mayor has urged Londoners to remain calm...

"Harry Potter."

Who's Harry Potter?

Oh, no one.

Bit of a tosser, really.

Funny, that paper of yours.

Couple nights ago, I could've sworn I saw a picture move.

- Really? - Thought I was going around the twist.

- Hey, I was wondering-- - Eleven. That's when I get off.

You can tell me all about that tosser Harry Potter.

You've been reckless this summer, Harry.

I like riding around on trains.

Takes my mind off things.

Rather unpleasant to behold, isn't it?

The tale is thrilling, if I say so myself.

But now is not the time to tell it.

Take my arm.

Do as I say.

I just Apparated, didn't I?

Indeed. Quite successfully too, I might add.

Most people vomit the first time.

I can't imagine why.

Welcome to the charming village of Budleigh Babberton.

Harry, I assume, right about now, you must be wondering why I brought you here.

Am I right?

Actually, sir, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.

Wands out, Harry.

Horace?

Horace?

Merlin's beard!

No need to disfigure me, Albus.

Well, I must say you make a very convincing armchair, Horace.

It's all in the upholstery. I come by the stuffing naturally. What gave me away?

Dragon's blood.

- Oh. - Oh, yes, introductions.

Harry, I'd like you to meet an old friend and colleague of mine...

...Horace Slughorn.

Horace...

...well, you know who this is.

Harry Potter.

What's with all the theatrics, Horace?

You weren't, by any chance, waiting for someone else?

Someone else? I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

All right, the Death Eaters have been trying to recruit me for over a year.

Do you know what that's like?

You can only say no so many times, so I never stay anywhere more than a week.

Muggles who own this are in the Canary Islands.

Well, I think we should put it back in order for them, don't you? Mind.

That was fun.

- Do you mind if I use the loo? - No, of course.

Don't think I don't know why you're here, Albus.

The answer's still no. Absolutely and unequivocally, no.

You're very like your father.

- Except for the eyes. You have your-- - My mother's eyes. Yeah.

Lily. Lovely Lily. She was exceedingly bright, your mother.

Even more impressive when one considers she was Muggle-born.

One of my best friends is Muggle-born. Best in our year.

Please don't think I'm prejudiced. No, no.

Your mother was one of my absolute favorites. Look, there she is.

Right at the front.

All mine. Each and every one.

Ex-students, I mean.

You recognize Barnabas Cuffe, editor of The Daily Prophet.

Always takes my owl, should I wish to register an opinion on the news of the day.

Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies.

Free tickets whenever I want them.

Of course, I haven't been to a match in some time.

Ah, yes.

Regulus Black.

You no doubt know of his older brother Sirius. Died a few weeks ago.

I taught the whole Black family, except Sirius.

It's a shame. Talented boy.

I got Regulus when he came along, of course, but I'd have liked the set.

Horace?

Do you mind if I take this?

- I do love knitting patterns. - Yes, of course. But you're not leaving?

I think I know a lost cause when I see one. Regrettable.

I would have considered it a personal triumph...

...had you consented to return to Hogwarts. Oh, well.

You're like my friend Mr. Potter here, one of a kind.

Well, bye-bye, Horace.

Bye.

All right. I'll do it.

But I want Professor Merrythought's old office, not the water closet I had before.

And I expect a raise. These are mad times we live in. Mad!

They are indeed.

Sir, exactly what was all that about?

You are talented, famous and powerful. Everything Horace values.

Professor Slughorn is gonna try to collect you, Harry.

You would be his crowning jewel.

That's why he's returning to Hogwarts. And it's crucial he should return.

I fear I may have stolen a wondrous night from you, Harry.

She was, truthfully, very pretty, the girl.

It's all right, sir. I'll go back tomorrow, make some excuse.

Oh, you'll not be returning to Little Whinging tonight, Harry.

But, sir, what about Hedwig? And my trunk?

Both are waiting for you.

Hedwig.

Mum?

Ginny, what is it?

I was only wondering when Harry got here.

- What? Harry? Harry who? - Harry Potter, of course.

I think I'd know if Harry Potter was in my house, wouldn't I?

- His trunk's in the kitchen, and his owl. - No, dear, I seriously doubt that.

Harry? Did someone say "Harry"?

Me, nosy. Is he up there with you?

Of course not. I'd know if my best friend was in my room, wouldn't I?

- Is that an owl? - You haven't seen him, have you?

He's wandering about the house.

- Really? - Really.

Harry!

Harry!

Hello.

What a lovely surprise.

Why didn't you let us know you were coming?

- I didn't know. Dumbledore. - Oh, that man.

But then, what would we do without him?

Got a bit of toothpaste.

So when did you get here?

A few days ago.

Though for a while, I wasn't sure I was coming.

Mum sort of lost it last week.

Said Ginny and I had no business going back to Hogwarts.

That it's too dangerous.

- Oh, come on. - She's not alone.

Even my parents, and they're Muggles, know something bad's happening.

Anyway, Dad stepped in, told her she was being barmy...

...and it took a few days, but she came around.

But this is Hogwarts we're talking about. It's Dumbledore. What could be safer?

There's been a lot of talk recently that...

...Dumbledore's got a bit old.

Rubbish! Well, he's only...

What is he?

Hundred and fifty? Give or take a few years.

Cissy! You can't do this! He can't be trusted!

The Dark Lord trusts him.

- The Dark Lord's mistaken. - Pfft.

Run along, Wormtail.

I know I ought not to be here.

The Dark Lord himself forbade me to speak of this.

If the Dark Lord has forbidden it, you ought not to speak.

Put it down, Bella. We mustn't touch what isn't ours.

As it so happens, I'm aware of your situation, Narcissa.

You?

The Dark Lord told you?

Your sister doubts me.

Understandable. Over the years I've played my part well.

So well, I've deceived one of the greatest wizards of all time.

Dumbledore is a great wizard. Only a fool would question it.

I don't doubt you, Severus.

You should be honored, Cissy. As should Draco.

He's just a boy.

I can't change the Dark Lord's mind.

But it might be possible for me to help Draco.

- Severus. - Swear to it.

Make the Unbreakable Vow.

It's just empty words.

He'll give it his best effort.

But when it matters most...

...he'll just slither back into his hole.

Coward.

Take out your wand.

Will you...

...Severus Snape...

...watch over Draco Malfoy...

...as he attempts to fulfill the Dark Lord's wishes?

I will.

And will you, to the best of your ability...

...protect him from harm?

I will.

And if Draco should fail...

...will you yourself carry out the deed...

...the Dark Lord has ordered Draco to perform?

I will.

Step up! Step up! We've got Fainting Fancies!

Nosebleed Nougats!

- And just in time for school... - Puking Pastilles!

- Into the cauldron, handsome. - Into the cauldron, handsome.

I will have order!

I really hate children. I will have order!

I really hate children. I will have order!

- Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder. - A real money spinner, that.

Handy if you need to make a quick getaway.

- Hello, ladies. - Hello, ladies.

- Love potions, eh? - Yeah, they really do work.

Then again, the way we hear it, sis, you're doing just fine on your own.

Meaning?

Are you not currently dating Dean Thomas?

It's none of your business.

How much for this?

- Five Galleons. - Five Galleons.

- How much for me? - Five Galleons.

I'm your brother.

- Ten Galleons. - Ten Galleons.