Scene: Percy is leading the Gryffindors to the staircases.

Percy: Gryffindors, follow me please. Keep up. Thank you.

Boy: Ravenclaw, follow me. This way.

Percy: This is the most direct path to the dormitories. Oh, and keep an eye on the staircases...they like to change.

The camera pans up and we see a vast amount of staircases, people walking on them, and some switching places.

Percy: Keep up, please, and follow me. Quickly now, come on. Come on.

They begin walking up the stairs.

Neville: Seamus, that picture's moving!

Ron: Look at that one, Harry!

Harry: I think she fancies you.

Girl: Oh, look! Look! Who's that girl?

Man in painting: Welcome to Hogwarts.

Girl: Who's that?

Scene: Approaching the Gryffindor dorms. They come up to a large painting of a large woman in a pink dress.

Woman: Password?

Percy: Caput Draconis.

The woman nods and the painting opens to reveal a gape in the wall.

Percy: Follow me, everyone. Keep up, quickly, come on.

Girl: Oh, wow.

Percy (inside common room): Gather 'round here. Welcome to the Gryffindor Common Room. Boys' dormitories, upstairs and down to your left. Girls, the same on your right. You'll find that your belongings have already been brought up.

Scene: Midnight. Harry is sitting by a window in his pj's, with his owl, Hedwig. He pets the owl and looks out the window, sighing with content.

Scene: Morning. Harry and Ron are running through the stone halls to their class. They rush in. In the class, a tabby cat is sitting on a desk.

Ron: Whew, amazing, can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?

The cat jumps off the desk and turns into Professor McGonagall. The two boys are amazed.

Ron: That was bloody brilliant.

McGonagall: Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Maybe if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch, maybe one of you would be on time.

Harry: We got lost.

McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats.

Scene: Snape's potions class. The students are chattering, sitting near steaming cauldrons. The door slams open and Snape comes rushing in.

Snape: There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to enjoy the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few . . .

He looks at Draco, who smiles.

Snape: . . . who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death.

Draco raises his eyebrows. Snape sees Harry, writing this down, in, his view, not paying attention.

Snape: Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confidant enough to not...pay...attention.

Hermione nudges Harry in the ribs. He looks up.

Snape: Mr. Potter. Our...new...celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?

Hermione's hand skyrockets. Harry shrugs.

Snape: You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?

Hermione's hand shoots up again.

Harry: I don't know, Sir.

Snape: And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfbane?

Harry: I don't know, Sir.

Snape: Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?

Scene: In the great hall, probably midday. The students are all working on homework.

Seamus is trying a spell on a cup.

Seamus: Eye of rabbit, harp string hum. Turn this water, into rum.

He looks in the cup and shakes his head.

Seamus: Eye of rabbit, harp string hum . . .

Harry: What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?

Ron: Turn it into rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday, before . . .

ZAPOOF! The cup explodes. There is laughter amongst the students. Suddenly, a flock of owls start coming into the hall from the rafters above.

Ron: Ah. Mail's here!

The owls soar by, dropping parcels to students. Harry gets nothing. He sees the newspaper Ron has put down.

Harry: Can I borrow this? (Ron nods) Thanks.

Neville is unwrapping a gift. It is a clear ball with gold around it.

Seamus: Hey, look! Neville's got a Remembrall!

Hermione: I've read about those. When the smoke turns red, (the smoke turns red) it means you've forgotten something.

Neville: The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten.

Harry: Hey, Ron, somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen, Believed to be the work of dark witches or wizards unknown, Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insist that nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, had in fact been emptied earlier that same day. That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to.

Scene: Outside, flying practice. The students, Gryffindor and Slytherin, are lined up in two rows with brooms by their sides. The teacher, MADAM HOOCH, comes down the line. She has short hair and hawk yellow eyes.

Hooch: Good afternoon, class.

Class: Good afternoon, Madam Hooch.

Hooch: Good afternoon, Amanda, good afternoon. (to class) Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, Up!

Class: Up!

Harry's broom flies into his hand.

Harry: Whoa.

Hermione stares as the class continues.

Draco: Up!

His broomstick flies up and Draco smugly grins.

Hooch: With feeling!

Hermione: Up. Up. Up. Up.

Ron: Up!!

His broom flies up and conks him on the nose.

Ron: Ow!

Harry laughs.

Ron (laughs): Shut up, Harry.

Hooch: Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end. (class mounts) When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle . . . 3 . . . 2 . . .

Tweet! Neville immediately lifts off. He looks quite frightened.

Neville: Oh...

Hooch: Mr. Longbottom.

Girl: Neville, what are you doing?

Students: Neville...Neville...

Boy: We're not supposed to take off, yet.

Neville begins soaring away.

Hooch: M-M-Mr. Longbottom Mr. Longbottom!

Neville: AHH!

Hooch: Mr. Longbottom!

Neville (soars away): Down! Down! Ahhhh!

Harry (shouting): Neville!

Neville: Help!!!

Hooch: Come back down this instant!

Neville: AHH!

He soars through the sky and hits a wall, conking along it and then swooping off. All the while, he is screaming. He begins to zoom back towards the group of students. Hooch holds out her wand to stop him.

Neville: Help!

Hooch: Mr. Longbottom!

Neville approaches. The students scatter and Hooch dives out of the way. Neville goes through the scatter and up a tower.

Neville: Ahhhh! Whoa! Ahhh!

He zooms past a statue of a man with a sharp spear. Neville's cloak catches on it. He is flipped off the broom and hangs there.

Neville: Oh. Ah...help!

He wavers, then the cloak rips, and he falls, catching on a torch, but then slipping out and falling to the ground.

Neville: Ahh!

Hooch: Everyone out of the way!

She runs through the group, and they scatter.

Hooch: Come on, get up.

Girl: Is he alright?

Neville: Owowowow.

Hooch: Oh, oh, oh, oh dear. It's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Good boy, come on now, up you get.

Draco reaches down and grabs Neville's Remembrall, which has fallen. Hooch begins to lead Neville away with her.

Hooch: Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch.

Draco (snickers): Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat ass.

Harry: Give it here, Malfoy.

Draco: No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find.

Draco hops on broom and soars around the group, then through them.

Draco: How 'bout up on the roof?

He soars off and hovers high in the sky.

Draco: What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?

Harry grabs his broom and runs to get on it. Hermione stops him.

Hermione: Harry, no! You heard what Madam Hooch said! Besides, you don't even know how to fly.

Harry flies off.

Hermione: What an idiot.

Harry is now in the air, across from Draco.

Harry: Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!

Draco: Is that so?

Harry makes a dash for him, but Draco twirls around his broom in a 360.

Draco: Have it your way, then!

He throws the Remembrall into the air. Harry zooms after the ball, speeding towards a tower. Just as he is about to hit a window, from which McGonagall is working/watching, he catches it, and then heads back to the group. The students all cheer and run to see him.

Boy: Good job, Harry!

Boy 2: Oh, that was wicked, Harry.

McGonagall (appears quickly): Harry Potter? Follow me.

Harry sullenly follows her. Draco and his goons laugh.

Scene: Professor Quirrells classroom. He is inside, teaching, holding an iguana.

Quirrell: An iguana s-such as this is . . .

McGonagall approaches the class and stops.

McGonagall (to Harry): You wait here.

Quirrell: . . . an essential in-gredient.

McGonagall: Excuse me, excuse me, Professor Quirrell. Could I borrow Wood for a moment?

Quirrell: Oh. Y-yes, of course.

OLIVER WOOD, gets up to leave and Quirrell continues.

Quirrell: And the vampire b-bat . . .

McGonagall: Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I have found you a Seeker!

Scene: Harry and Ron are walking through crowded halls. Sir Nicholas and a lady ghost float by.

Nick: Have you heard? Harry Potter's the new Gryffindor Seeker. I always knew hed do well.

Ron: Seeker? But first years never make their house teams! You must be the youngest Quidditch player in.

Harry: A century, according to McGonagall.

Fred and George approach and walk along with Ron and Harry.

Fred: Hey, well done, Harry, Wood's just told us!

Ron: Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters.

George: Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch.

Fred: Brutal. But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally . . .

They break off from Harry and Ron, who walk across a courtyard.

George: But they'll turn up in a month or two!!

Ron: Oh, go on, Harry, Quidditch is great. Best game there is! And you'll be great, too!

Hermione jumps up from her work and comes to join them.

Harry: But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?

Hermione: You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood.

Scene: The three approach a trophy case. Hermione points at a plaque of Quidditch players. One lists Harry's father as a Seeker.

Ron: Whoa. Harry, you never told me your father was a Seeker, too.

Harry: I-I didn't know.

Scene: The three are walking up a staircase. A railing pulls in...Hermione looks, but continues walking.

Ron: I'm telling you, it's spooky. She knows more about you than you do.

Harry: Who doesn't?

The staircase shudders and begins to move. The three grab the railings.

Ron: Ahh!

Hermione gasps.

Harry: What's happening?

Hermione: The staircases change, remember?

The staircase stops, in a new place.

Harry (taps Ron): Let's go this way.

Ron: Before the staircase moves again.

They all open a door and walk into a spooky, dark room.

Harry: Does anyone feel like...we shouldn't be here?

Hermione: We're not supposed to be here. This is the 3rd floor. It's forbidden.

Suddenly, a flame lights on a tall stone support. At that moment, the caretaker's cat, MRS. NORRIS, comes running in and meows. The group jumps.

Harry: Let's go.

The cat meows.

Ron: It's Filch's cat!

Harry: Run!

The group runs. Flames are lit as they go. They get to the end of the corridor, to a door. Harry grabs the handle, but it's locked.

Harry: It's locked!

Ron: That's it, we're done for!

Hermione: Oh, move over!

She pushes through and pulls out her wand.

Hermione: Alohomora.

The door opens.