Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

I don't know about you, it's too hot today, isn't it?

And it's going to get even worse. Temperatures up in the mid-30s Celsius...

...that's the mid-90s Fahrenheit, tomorrow, maybe even hitting 100.

So, please, remember to cover up and stay cool...

...with the hottest hits on your FM dial.

Come on, guys, time to go home.

Come on, love, off you get.

Do we have to? Yes, we do.

I'll make you your favorite dinner to compensate.

He squealed like a pig, didn't he?

Yeah, brilliant punch, Big D. Did you see his face?

Hey, Big D.

Beat up another 10-year-old?

- This one deserved it. Yeah.

Five against one, very brave. - Well, you're one to talk.

Moaning in your sleep every night? At least I'm not afraid of my pillow.

"Don't kill Cedric."

Who's Cedric, your boyfriend?

- Shut up. "He's going to kill me, Mum."

Where is your mum?

Where is your mum, Potter?

She dead?

Is she dead?

Is she a dead Pott--?

Whoa.

Dudley. Dudley, let's go.

- What's going on? - What are you doing?

- I'm not doing anything. We're getting out of here, Dudley.

Come on, Dudley, hurry up.

Dudley, run.

Expecto Patronum.

Mrs. Figg.

Don't put away your wand, Harry.

They might come back.

Dementors in Little Whinging, whatever next?

- Whole world's gone topsy-turvy. - I don't understand. How do you know--?

Dumbledore asked me to keep an eye on you.

Dumbledore asked you? You know Dumbledore?

Uh-huh.

After You-Know-Who killed that poor Diggory boy last year...

...did you expect him to let you go wandering on your own?

Good Lord, boy. They told me you were intelligent.

Now, get inside and stay there.

Expect someone will be in touch soon.

Whatever happens, don't leave the house.

It is hot. That's right, hot everywhere.

There's sweat. There's stifling.

Diddykins?

Is that you?

Duddy. Vernon, come quick.

We're going to have to take him to a hospital.

Who did this to you, boy?

Happy, are we, now? Eh?

You've finally done it. You've finally driven him loopy.

Vernon, don't say that.

Well, just look at him, Petunia. Our boy has gone yumpy.

I've reached my limit, do you hear?

This is the last I'm gonna take of you and your nonsense.

- Dear Mr. Potter. What?

The Ministry has received intelligence that at 6:23 this evening...

...you performed the Patronus Charm in the presence of a Muggle.

As a clear violation...

...of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery...

...you are hereby expelled...

...from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Hoping you are well, Mafalda Hopkirk.

Justice.

[DUDLEY WHIMPERING AND MUTTERING]

He's not very well.

Sorry, Hedwig.

Very clean, these Muggles.

Tonks, for God's sake. Unnatural.

Professor Moody.

- What are you doing here? - Rescuing you, of course.

But where are we going? The letter said I've been expelled.

You haven't been. Not yet. Kingsley, you take point.

- But the letter said-- - Dumbledore persuaded the minister...

...to suspend your expulsion, pending a formal hearing.

- A hearing? Uh-huh.

Don't worry. We'll explain everything when we get back to headquarters.

Shh! Not here, Nymphadora.

Don't call me Nymphadora.

Stay in formation, everyone. Don't break ranks if one of us is killed.

Come on, you, around the corner.

Come on.

In you go, son.

There've been no sightings.

No deaths. No proof.

He almost killed Harry. If that isn't proof enough...

Yes, but guarding you-know-what is the most important...

We must trust Dumbledore on this.

Was he able to protect Harry last year?

Well, tonight I say it's time to take action.

Ooh!

Cornelius Fudge is a politician first and a wizard second.

- His instinct would be to ignore it-- Shh. Keep your voices down.

He's getting stronger and stronger by the minute. We have to act now.

- Harry. - Mrs. Weasley.

Heavens, you're all right.

Bit peaky, but I'm afraid dinner will wait until after the meeting's finished.

Nope. No time to explain. Straight upstairs, first door on the left.

Yeah.

Mudblood, werewolves, traitors, thieves.

If my poor mistress knew the scum they let into her house...

...what would she say to old Kreacher?

Oh, the shame.

Freaks. There, there, mistress.

Scum of the earth. Not like it was in the days of my fathers.

Kreacher is here.

Oh, Harry.

Are you all right? We overheard them talking about the Dementor attack.

- You must tell us everything. - Let the man breathe, Hermione.

And this hearing at the Ministry. It's just outrageous.

I've looked it up. They simply can't expel you.

- It's completely unfair. - Yeah.

There's a lot of that going round at the moment.

So, what is this place?

- It's headquarters. - Of the Order of the Phoenix.

It's a secret society.

Dumbledore formed it back when they fought You-Know-Who.

Couldn't have put any of this in a letter, I suppose?

I've gone all summer without a scrap of news.

We wanted to write, mate. Really, we did.

- Only... - Only what?

Only Dumbledore made us swear not to tell you anything.

Dumbledore said that?

But why would he keep me in the dark? Maybe I could help.

I'm the one who saw Voldemort return...

...the one who fought him, who saw Cedric Diggory get killed.

Harry. - Thought we heard your dulcet tones.

Don't bottle it up, though, mate. Let it out.

If you're all done shouting...

Do you wanna hear something a little more interesting?

if anyone has a right to know, it's Harry.

If it wasn't for Harry, we wouldn't even know Voldemort was back.

He's not a child, Molly.

But he's not an adult either.

- He's not James, Sirius. Well, he's not your son.

He's as good as.

- Who else has he got? Hey, Ginny.

He's got me. How touchingly paternal, Black.

Perhaps Potter will grow up to be a felon, just like his godfather.

Now, you stay out of this, Snivellus.

- Snape's part of the Order? - Git.

-about your supposed reformation.

- I know better. So why don't you tell him?

Get off it. Quick.

- Get it up. - Crookshanks.

- Stop it. Get off, you bloody cat.

- Crookshanks. Leave it alone. - Get it up.

Hermione, I hate your cat. - Bad Crookshanks.

Well, we'll be eating down in the kitchen.

Oh!

Just because you're allowed to use magic now...

...does not mean you have to whip your wands out for everything.

Hi, Mum.

You hungry, Harry?

You sure you're all right, Harry? Gave us quite a turn.

Harry Potter.

Sirius.

Ohh.

This is very, very peculiar.

It seems your hearing at the Ministry is to be before the entire Wizengamot.

I don't understand. What has the Ministry of Magic got against me?

Show him. He'll find out soon enough.

He's been attacking Dumbledore as well.

Fudge is using all his power, including his influence at the Daily Prophet...

...to smear anyone who claims the Dark Lord has returned.

Why?

He thinks Dumbledore's after his job.

No one in their right mind could believe that--

Exactly the point. Fudge isn't in his right mind.

It's been twisted and warped by fear.

Now, fear makes people do terrible things, Harry.

The last time Voldemort gained power...

...he almost destroyed everything we hold most dear.

Now he's returned, and I'm afraid the minister will do almost anything...

...to avoid facing that terrifying truth.

We think Voldemort wants to build up his army again.

Fourteen years ago, he had huge numbers at his command.

And not just witches and wizards, but all manner of dark creatures.

He's been recruiting heavily, and we've been attempting to do the same.

But gathering followers isn't the only thing he's interested in.

We believe...