"20:00 - 21:00"
INSERT - A SHEET OF PARCHMENT
On which the following words magically appear as they are
The following takes place between 8pm
and 9pm on the night before the tenth
anniversary Harry Potter day.
There's a beat, then a last line which doesn't appear on the
Events occur in real time.
EXT. FOREST - EVENING
The forest is so dense it looks like night in here. A dark
figure runs between the tightly packed trees, fighting his way
through the undergrowth. We follow him for a few moments until
he pauses to catch his breath. Looking around he spies a
dilapidated COTTAGE in a small clearing fifty or so yards away.
Pulling himself together, he heads for it at a fast trot.
It's deserted now, but has clearly housed various squatters in
the past - a heap of dirty blankets in one corner, assorted
rubbish scattered about the floor. A small pile of firewood lies
next to a stone hearth filled with cold ashes.
The door opens and AGENT JOHNSON (the man we were following
outside) cautiously enters. He's tall, dark-skinned, and might
be handsome if we were seeing him at his best. Right now he's
clearly exhausted, with cuts and scrapes from his flight through
the forest - and there's fear in his eyes. After a moment's
hesitation he quickly throws some wood into the fireplace and
pulls out his wand to light it.
Taking a small pouch from within his robes, he pours a little of
powder from it, which he throws on the fire.
(into the fire)
After a moment, a face appears in the fire - clearly not that of
a person, it's merely a magical AVATAR.
Please identify yourself.
Agent Johnson. Four One Seven Gamma Zeta
Thank you, sir. How may I be of
I need to speak to Smith urgently. I
don't have much time.
Just a moment.
More dark figures filter silently through the trees, heading
toward the cottage up ahead. They can see flickers of light from
the fire through cracks in the roughly boarded-up windows. The
figures form up opposite the door.
ANGLE - A BOOTED FOOT
As it crushes a dry twig and we hear an audible CRACK.
We catch the end of
...think they're trying to raise...
As Johnson's head jerks away from the (now human) face in the
fire, towards the door.
He reaches for his wand as the door FLIES off it's hinges and
SMASHES into him.
EXT. ST. MUNGO'S - EVENING
Establishing, we see the sign "St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical
Maladies and Injuries".
OK, Miss Granger, you can go straight
INT. ST. MUNGO'S - RECEPTION
A witch in her late twenties is replacing a quill in its
ink-pot. She's tall, with bushy brown hair and whilst not
exactly beautiful, she's certainly not unattractive. She wears
an Auror's uniform. This is HERMIONE GRANGER.
Thanks, I know the way.
She heads out of the reception area, but stops and turns when
Hey, wait up Hermione!
Enter VIRGINIA WEASLEY. She's slightly shorter than Hermione,
with fiery red hair framing a pretty face. Her robes are as
flattering as they are fashionable.
Hi, Ginny - you here to see him too?
It's a rhetorical question. Ginny scrawls her name in the
visitor's book, then she and Hermione head into the hospital.
INT. ST. MUNGO'S - CORRIDOR
The two witches come through the doors at the far end and head
So, how are things at the gallery?
Frantic. The new exhibition opened on
Saturday - that talented young artist I
was telling you about?
Ah, yes, the one you described as a
Ginny looks suitably embarrassed at this.
Don't worry, I won't tell Richard you
Anyway, we've already sold most of the
pieces already so I've been worked off
my feet dealing with all the scrollwork
and arranging deliveries. I'll be happy
that we've all got the day off tomorrow.
(off Hermione's hurt look)
Not happy. I mean...
(quickly changing subject)
What about your work, how's the
never-ending fight against evil?
Too quiet. I'd expect the Death Eaters
to try something tomorrow - it is the
tenth anniversary after all, the ideal
time for some big revenge stunt.
Maybe they're just not up to it any
more. There can't be many of them left.
No, I don't think so. There have been
enough little incidents over the last
year that we know they're still out
there, but in the last month or two,
I'm sure they're planning something, I
just wish we knew what.
They stop at a door, hesitating for a moment. Ginny opens the
door and they enter.
INT. ST. MUNGO'S - PADDED CELL
It's pretty bare, containing only a bed. Walls, floor and
ceiling have physical padding in addition to cushioning charms.
The tell-tale sparkle of a magical barrier separates the body of
the cell from the visiting area where the witches now stand. The
tortured soul within is curled up in the corner, in obvious
pain. He's about the same age - at least physically - as
Hermione and red haired. When he turns towards we can see
without doubt that he's related to Ginny. It's RONALD WEASLEY.
He looks a little better.
But Ron is now clutching his head. Thankfully, the barrier
blocks the sound of his screams.
Hermione puts an arm around her.
Ginny, it's been more than ten years,
and the Longbottoms...
I know. I just hate seeing him like
this. If only there was something I
could do for him.
We tried; you know I spent years...
He's too far gone. There's no way to
reach what's left of his mind.
A silent moment.
I sometimes find myself wishing that we
could just let him die.
Hermione's look speaks volumes - clearly she's thought the same
At least then he'd be spared this.
Another silent scream.
I'm not sure which visits are harder.
Ron - I can still see him, but in such
pain. Whereas Harry...
it's just a gravestone. I can't see him,
be with him; but at least I know he's at
Ginny really has no reply to that, so they stand in silence
until interrupted by a small knock at the door. It opens,
revealing a young HOUSE ELF, proudly wearing a S.P.E.W. badge.
She's clearly nervous to be talking to the great Hermione
Excuse me, Miss Granger, but there's an
urgent message for you in reception.
From someone called Smith.
She's already gone. The elf follows, gently closing the door
behind her, leaving Ginny alone with the empty shell that was
once her brother.
INT. ST MUNGO'S - RECEPTION
As Hermione bursts in.
(inclining her head)
She hurries in the direction indicated. A head is clearly
visible in the fire - the head of JOHN SMITH (the same face seen
briefly in the fire at the end of the scene in the cottage). He
looks middle aged and conspicuously normal, nothing stands out
about his appearance - it's instantly (and deliberately)
forgettable. He starts speaking the moment Hermione arrives at
Granger. We need you back here at once.
Assemble your team, we have a serious
What's going on, sir?
We got a call in from Johnson a few
Correct. He seems to have discovered
something about a Death Eater plot for
I was afraid of that.
Unfortunately, he was interrupted before
he could give us all the details.
We have to assume that he's dead.
I'll be there as soon as possible.
Smith's head disappears from the fire as Hermione turns to
leave, Disapparating the moment she's through the hospital
EXT. HOGWARTS - CLOSE TO SUNSET
Establishing shot of the castle.
INT. HOGWARTS - DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE
ALBUS DUMBLEDORE sits behind his desk, looking much as he did
when the trio first came to Hogwarts seventeen years earlier:
hair and beard both long and silvery-white, face wrinkled but
kindly, and wearing fine, colourful robes. A knock at the door
causes him to look up.
The door opens and MINERVA MCGONAGALL enters the headmaster's
office. Unlike Dumbledore, she does look a little older - grey
streaks in her black hair for example. Whilst she still carries
her perpetual stern expression, it does appear to have mellowed
a little with age.
Good evening, Albus.
Ah, Minerva. How go the preparations for
As well as can be expected. I presume
you've finished writing your speech?
Dumbledore gestures at the parchment he was writing on before
McGonagall came in.
I'm just putting the finishing touches
on it now. A fine piece of work, even if
I do say so myself.
And what about the rumours we've heard -
that there may be Death Eaters here at
Hogwarts? I for one find it hard to
believe that any of our students could
do that. Not after...
Indeed. And as you well know,
Voldemort's erstwhile successor is
hardly the outstanding student that the
young Tom Riddle was. I really can't see
him as the sort of "Dark Lord" that
could pull together such a plan.
Of course. Until tomorrow, then.
His head is already back down to the parchment as she departs.
INT. AUROR HQ - MAIN OFFICE
A large high-ceilinged space which appears to have been hewn out
of the living rock, its floor unnaturally smooth. Much of the
space is taken up by a jumble of desks separated by
shoulder-height partitions. One side of the room is not a rough
rock-face, but a stone wall with a number of doors in it. The
entrance area where Hermione now Apparates does appear (judging
by the stalagmites and stalactites) to be a natural cave.
Only a handful of desks are occupied at the moment, at one of
these sits BENJAMIN KIRBY. He looks slightly younger than
Hermione and is tall and lanky with pale skin and untidy brown
hair. He sports glasses and is wearing jeans and a Star Wars
T-shirt. Your stereotypical geek/nerd. His desks support a large
collection of gadgets in various states of repair, some of them
Muggle (including a computer complete with obvious Apple logo),
others clearly magical. He spots Hermione and calls out to her.
Hey, boss! Any idea what's going on?
Hermione heads over toward his desk, dressed as before, but
she's picked up a lunchbox somewhere along the line.
Not really, Smith just said the Death
Eaters are plotting something for
tomorrow. He should be briefing us in a
Well, it better be important. I had to
skip out of watching Iron Man to come
I thought you went to see that last
Yeah, well. It's one of those movies you
have to see twice.
(off her look)
OK, one of those movies I have to see
Are you sure you wouldn't have rather
stayed in the Muggle world?
Nah. Having magic allows me to really
develop my Jedi powers. Banishing and
summoning charms for example. And who
wouldn't want to be able to do the Jedi
Do you want the full list, because that
might take a while.
(Jedi mind trick)
You want to take me out to dinner.
I don't think so, but I'd love to know
who gave you a clean bill of mental
OK, it's just a wandless Confundus
Charm, not strong enough to affect a
Witch or Wizard, but it works fine on
Muggles, provided they're not too smart.
Hypothetically, of course?
Hmmm. I'll talk to you later.
She heads across toward her office (one of the aforementioned
doors). At the desk nearest to it sits NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM, round
of face and perhaps a little podgy. He's wearing plain robes -
NOT an Auror's uniform.
Evening, Neville. Have you managed to
get hold of everyone?
They're all on there way in now - except
for the ones who were already here. Oh,
and Smith called; he should be down in a
I was visiting Ron when I got the call.
You know what that's like better than
anyone - does it ever get any easier?
Would you really want it to?
I suppose not.
Let me know when the chief gets here.
I need to have a bite to eat.
She heads into her office.
INT. MINISTRY OF MAGIC - OUTER OFFICE
An elegant, oak-panelled room with a selection of fine paintings
and objets d'art - clearly no expense has been spared on the
Minister's offices. The door leading to the inner office has a
brass plaque that reads "JULIUS GOLDSTEIN - MINISTER OF MAGIC".
Next to the door is the desk of his executive secretary, MEGAN
HOPKINS. In her late twenties, she's a stunner - long blonde
hair, a pretty face with big blue eyes and an hourglass figure
that some people would kill for.
The door opens to reveal JULIUS GOLDSTEIN. He appears to be in
late middle age - perhaps a little older, but he's still a fine
figure of a man, carrying himself with a proud bearing. Meg
looks up as he enters.
Any sign of Weasley yet?
Not yet. Would you like me to call him,
But that proves to be unnecessary, as PERCY WEASLEY hurries into
the office. Like the rest of his family, he has bright red hair.
To this, he adds a rather snooty and superior expression. He
wears smart, pinstriped robes.
You're almost late, Mr. Weasley.
Sorry about that, Minister. I had a lot
of things to finish off.
That's alright, Weasley. At least you're
not wasting your time by turning up half
an hour early as some people have been
known to do.
Come on into my office, there are a
number of things I'd like to discuss
We're not to be disturbed.
The two men go into the inner office, and as the door shuts, we
INT. AUROR HQ - MAIN OFFICE
As Smith Apparates. Like his face, the rest of him is
conspicuously inconspicuous - he's average height and medium
build, his hair a mid-brown. He's wearing plain black robes
rather than an Auror uniform.
ANGLE - NEVILLE
Who has seen Smith arrive and goes to knock on Hermione's door.
She opens it just as Smith comes over to them.
Evening Neville, everyone here?
He goes back to his desk.
(quietly, to Hermione)
There's something I'll need to discuss
with you in private. Could you wait for
me in your office after the briefing?
He heads to the front of the room as the rest of the Aurors
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'm
sorry to drag you in from your hectic
social lives - those of you that have
one - but it seems we have a situation.
About half an hour ago, I received a
call through the fireplace from one of
our undercover agents with information
about what the Death Eaters are planning
for tomorrow. Unfortunately, he wasn't
able to tell me much more. After
explaining that it's planned to start
with the assassination of the Minister
of Magic, he was apparently interrupted
and the spell was ended abruptly.
He pauses to survey his troops.
I know there's not much to go on, but
it's a start. We need to trace back to
the fireplace Agent Johnson called from,
search the area for any clues and find
out why he didn't Apparate or call in in
the usual way. We need to liaise with
the Wizarding Protection Service to
ensure that the Minister has adequate
protection for tomorrow. And most of
all, we need to be alert for signs of
what the Death Eaters are up to -
they've been quiet for the last couple
of months, but if they have big plans
for tomorrow they won't be able to keep
them under wraps for much longer.
Alright people, let's get to it. I'll be
round with specific assignments
The meeting breaks up as the Aurors head back to their desks,
eager to get to work.
INT. APARTMENT BLOCK - LOBBY
It's clearly a wizarding building - the pictures on the
oak-panelled walls are moving (waves rolling onto the beach,
cows munching away in the fields etc). More tellingly, the
concierge - call him TIBBS - snoozing behind a counter in the
corner is a GHOST. Obviously an old man when he died, he has a
kindly face, and his outfit and demeanour cry "Butler". He wakes
up as Ginny Apparates.
Good evening, Miss Weasley.
Evening, Tibbs. Any messages for me?
Just the one, Miss, from your young
She walks over to the rack of pigeon (OK, owl) holes next to the
counter, smiles at him.
Have you been reading my post again?
Now how would I be doing that, Miss? No,
I recognised his owl.
Ginny retrieves a small scroll of parchment from her pigeon hole
and scans it briefly. It's good news.
She heads up the narrow wooden staircase.
He's already dozing off again.
INT. APARTMENT BLOCK - CORRIDOR
Ginny comes up the stairs, fumbling with her keys, and stops at
her door, which has a small keyhole, but no handle. Finding the
right key, she sticks it into the lock and turns it left, right,
and left again. The wood just above the lock bulges outwards and
forms itself into a doorknob. Ginny turns the knob, pushing the
door open to enter
INT. GINNY'S APARTMENT - LOUNGE
Which has a modern yet comfortable feel to it. A stylish leather
sofa sits by the fireplace, designer shelves hold a selection of
magical volumes, and a draftsman's desk in the corner has a few
half-finished drawings lying on it. Ginny hands her coat to an
elegant wooden hatstand and dumps her keys on a small table next
to it. Remembering something, she taps a bracelet on her right
hand twice. It begins to glow and she speaks into it:
As she relaxes on the sofa, she extends the thumb and little
finger of her right hand and holds them to her face like a
telephone (come on, you've all done it!)
SPLIT SCREEN: INT. AUROR HQ - HERMIONE'S OFFICE
Hermione is sitting at her desk, looking through some scrolls.
She hears a ringing sound, like a really old telephone, and
looks down at her bracelet, identical to the one Ginny was
wearing. It too is now glowing. She glances at the palm of her
hand, which has now has some glowing letters on it, then holds
the hand to her face in the same way that Ginny did.
Hi. Just wanted to check up on you. You
left in rather a hurry.
Sorry, it was the boss. Seems I was
right about the Death Eaters - they're
definitely up to something. Steve
Johnson called in, but it looks like
they got him before he could give us the
Steve? Angelina's cousin? Didn't you two
That's OK. It was a few years ago and we
didn't exactly part on the best of
Anyway, it looks like I'm going to be
here all night trying to track down a
plot to assassinate the Minister, or
whatever else they're up to. Look, I
really need to get to work on this.
Sure. I'll talk to you in a day or two.
The two women lower their hands, bracelets no longer glowing.
FULL SCREEN: INT. AUROR HQ - MAIN OFFICE
Hermione pops her head out of her office doorway and calls
Could you get me a Muggle telephone
line? I need to make a call.
Sure, it'll just take a moment.
(a couple of moments)
OK, it's all yours.
INT. AUROR HQ - HERMIONE'S OFFICE
She closes the door. Her bracelet is glowing, she speaks into
Muggle telephone. Mum and Dad.
She puts her had to her face as before.
SPLIT SCREEN: INT. GRANGER HOUSE - HALLWAY
A typical Muggle home. An unmoving picture of Hermione sits in a
silver frame next to the telephone, which begins to ring. A
woman, late fifties, comes to answer it. She too has bushy brown
hair and is obviously Hermione's mother, EMILY GRANGER.
Hi, Mum, it's me.
Oh, hello dear. How are you?
I'm okay, but I don't think I'm going to
be able to make it tomorrow. Something
very bad has come up at work and I'm
going to be tied up with that for at
least the next day or so. I'm really
That's all right, dear. We know that
you're doing important work. You can
come and visit some other time.
Thanks mum. I'll try and call you
We hear a smashing sound. Emily looks round.
It sounds like your father has had
another little accident. I ought to go
check on him.
OK. Love to you both.
FULL SCREEN: INT. GRANGER HOUSE - HALLWAY
Emily puts the 'phone down and calls for her husband again.
Ted? Are you alright?
She heads down the hallway, a little worried now. She opens the
door at the end of the passage and steps through, looking to the
Someone GRABS her from behind, clamping a gloved hand over her
mouth, and DRAGS her out of shot!
INSERT - THE FACE OF A GRANDFATHER CLOCK
The times are shown in roman numerals, and we can hear quite
clearly - loudly - the sound of its mechanism. The second hand
is counting the final seconds of the hour - 8:59:57 (tick) 58
(tock) 59 (tick) 9:00:00 (tock).
END OF SHOW