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Harry Potter and the Sorcer's Stone - 2001 | Complete Story and Screenshots


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Hermione: Get in.

They bustle in.

Ron: Alohomora?

Hermione: Standard book of spells, Chapter 7.

Filch appears at the start of the corridor with a light. Mrs. Norris looks at him.

Filch: Anyone here, my sweet? Come on.

Hermione: Filch is gone.

Ron: Probably thinks this door's locked.

Hermione: It was locked.

Harry: And for good reason.

Ron and Hermione turn to stand with Harry. There is a massively huge three headed dog sleeping in front of them. The dog, FLUFFY, begins to wake. It growls, yawns, and growls more...noticing the intruders.

All: AHHHHHHH!

The three bolt, running out of the door. They turn quickly to shut the door and battle against the dog. They get the door shut and run.


Scene: Back in the Gryffindor room. They are breathless.

Ron: What do they think they're doing?? Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school.

Hermione: You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?

Ron: I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didn't notice, there were three!

They begin to climb the stairs to the dorms.

Hermione: It was standing on a trap door. Which means it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something.

Harry: Guarding something?

Hermione: That's right. Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed...or worse, expelled!

She turns and leaves, shutting the door to her dorms.

Ron: She needs to sort out her priorities!

Harry nods.


Scene: Outside, day time. Oliver and Harry appear, carrying a trunk. They put it down.

Oliver: Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each time has seven players, three chasers, two beaters, one keeper and a seeker, that's you. There are three kinds of balls.

He picks up a red one.

Oliver: This one's called the Quaffle. Now, the chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops.

He points to a faraway Quidditch pitch.

Oliver: The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops.

He throws the ball to Harry.

Oliver: With me so far?

Harry (throws back): I think so. What are those?

Harry points to two squirming chained down balls.

Oliver: You better take this.


He hands Harry a small bat. He bends down and releases one ball. With an angry growl, it flies off into the air. The two boys watch it.

Oliver: Careful now, it's comin' back.

The balls comes whizzing down, and Harry cracks at it with the bat. The ball soars off through a statue.

Oliver: Eh, not bad, Potter, you'd make a fair beater...Uh-oh.

The ball zooms down, and Oliver grabs it, wriggling to get it back in the box. He succeeds and is out of breath.

Oliver: Bludger. Nasty little buggers. But the only ball I want you to worry about is this...the Golden Snitch.

He hands Harry a walnut sized golden ball.

Harry: I like this ball.

Oliver: Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see.

Harry: What do I do with it?

Oliver: You catch it...before the other team's seeker. You catch this, the game is over. You catch this, Potter, and we win.

The ball flutters out two delicate wings and jumps into the air. Harry keeps an eye on it.

Harry: Whoa.


Scene: PROFESSOR FLITWICK's class. The teacher is very short, and is standing on a bunch of books.

Flitwick: One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation the ability to make objects fly. Uh, do you all have your feathers?

Hermione raises hers.

Flitwick: Good. Now, uh, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing, hmm? The swish and flick. Everyone. The swish and flick. Good. And enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then.

Draco: Wingardium Levio-saaa.

All practice.

Ron: Wingardrium Leviosar.


He whacks with his wand numerous times.

Hermione: Stop, stop, stop. You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Leviosa, not Leviosar.

Ron: You do it then if you're so clever. Go on, go on.

Hermione straightens up and swishes her wand.

Hermione (crisply): Wingardium Leviosa.

The feather glows and lifts up. Ron puts his head on his books dejectedly.

Flitwick: Oh, well done! See here, everyone! Ms. Granger's done it! Oh, splendid!

Seamus begins swishing at his feather.

Seamus: Wingard Levosa. Wingard Levosa.

Flitwick (to Hermione): Well done, dear.

BOOOM!!! Seamus' feather explodes.

Flitwick (gasps): Whooaaa! Ooh.

Harry: I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor.


Scene: Neville, Harry, Ron and Seamus are walking through a courtyard with other students all around.

Ron: It's Leviosa, not Leviosar. Honestly, she's a nightmare. No wonder she hasn't got any friends!

Hermione bustles past, sniffling.

Harry: I think she heard you.


Scene: Night, in the great hall. It is Halloween. Everyone is eating candy, and Jack O'Lanterns are keeping the place lit. There is chatter.

Harry: Where's Hermione?

Neville: Parvati Patil said that she wouldn't come out of the girl's bathroom. She said that she'd been in there all afternoon...crying.

Ron and Harry exchange glances. Suddenly, Professor Quirrell comes flying into the room, screaming.

Quirrell: TROLL! IN THE DUNGEON! T-TROOLLL IN THE DUNGEON!!

He stops and there is utter silence.

Quirrell: Thought you ought to know.

He falls over in a dead faint. The room is silent, and then everyone freaks, screaming and running.

Dumbledore: SILLLLLEEENNNNCEEEEE!

Everyone stops.

Dumbledore: Everyone will please, not panic. Now, Prefects will lead their houses back to the dormitories. Teachers will follow me to the dungeons.

Girl: Hufflepuff, this way!

Boy: Stay together!

Snape looks aghast, and he disappears through a doorway.


Scene: Percy is leading the house down a hall.

Percy: Gryffindors...keep up please. And stay alert!

Harry: How could a troll get in?

Ron: Not by itself. Trolls are really stupid. Probably people playing jokes.

Suddenly, Harry stops and pulls Ron aside.

Ron: What?

Harry: Hermione! She doesn't know!

The two run off, down corridors. They start running down a hall when they stop, because there is a grunting noise. Harry pulls Ron into a doorway and a large, ugly TROLL thunks by into a room.

Harry: He's going into the Girl's Bathroom!


Scene: In the bathroom, Hermione emerges from a stall, wiping her eyes. She stops when she sees something. The troll is standing there. Hermione backs up, into the stall just as the troll raises its club and smashes the top part of the stalls. Hermione screams. Harry and Ron come bursting in.

Harry: Hermione, move!

The troll smashes the remaining stalls.

Hermione: Help! Help!

The boys start throwing wood pieces at the troll.

Ron: Hey, pea brain!

Ron throws wood and hits the troll on the head. Hermione escapes from the stalls to under a sink, but the troll sees her and goes to smash her. It cracks the sink and barely misses Hermione. Harry cringes.

Hermione: Ahhh! Help!

Harry gets out his wand. He runs forward and grabs the troll's club, and is lifted up.

Harry: Whooa! Whoa, whoa!

He lands on the troll's head, and is hurled forward, then back, and his wand goes up the troll's nose.

Ron: Ew.


The troll snorts, and whips around.

Harry: Whoa, whoa whoa!

The troll gets Harry off its head and is holding him by one leg, upside down. It gears up its club and swipes at Harry. He pulls himself up, then down. The troll swipes again.

Harry (swipe): Do something!

Ron (swipe): What?

Harry: Anything! Hurry up!

Ron grabs his wand. Under the sink, Hermione waves her hand.

Hermione: Swish and flick!

Ron: Wingardium Leviosa!

Flick. The club is lifted out of the troll's hand and hovers above its head. The troll looks up, confused, just as the club comes crashing back down.

Ron: Cool.


It hits the troll's head and the troll wavers, then drops Harry, who crawls away, and comes crashing down, hard. Hermione approaches carefully.

Hermione: Is it...dead?

Harry: I don't think so. Just knocked out.

He grabs his wand...which is covered in goo.

Harry: Ew. Troll bogies.

Suddenly, McGonagall, Snape and Quirrell come rushing in. They all gasp.

McGonagall: Oh! Oh, my goodness! E-Explain yourselves, both of you!

Ron and Harry: Well, what it is...

Hermione: It's my fault, Professor McGonagall.


The teachers, and Ron and Harry, gape.

McGonagall: Ms. Granger?

Hermione: I went looking for the troll. I'd read about them and thought I could handle it. But I was wrong. If Harry and Ron hadn't come and found me...I'd probably be dead.

McGonagall: Be that as it may...it was an extremely foolish thing to do.

Harry looks at Snape's leg...which has a large cut on it. Snape notices and covers it up, glaring at Harry.

McGonagall: I would have expected more rational behaviour on your part, Ms. Granger. 5 points will be taken from Gryffindor for your serious lack of judgment. As for you two gentlemen I just hope you realize how fortunate you are. Not many students could take on a full grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. 5 points...will be awarded to each of you. For sheer dumb luck.

Snape and McGonagall exit.

Quirrell: Perhaps you ought to go...M-might wake up...heh.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione exit. The troll roars.

Quirrell: Ahh! Hehe....


Scene: The next morning, in the great hall. The gang is sitting, eating. Harry is twirling his food on a fork.

Ron: Take a bit of toast, mate, go on.

Hermione: Ron's right, Harry. You're gonna need your strength today.

Harry: I'm not hungry.

Snape (appears): Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you...even if it is against Slytherin.

He leaves, limping.

Harry: That explains the blood.

Hermione: Blood?

Harry: Listen, last night, I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could try and get past that 3 headed dog. But, he got himself bitten, that's why he's limping.

Hermione: But why would anyone go near that dog?

Harry: The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults. He said it was Hogwarts' business, very secret.

Hermione: So you're saying...

Harry: That's what the dog's guarding. That's what Snape wants.


An owl screeches. It is Hedwig. She is carrying a very large, long parcel. She drops it off.

Hermione: Bit early for mail, isn't it?

Harry: But I-I never get mail.

Ron: Let's open it.

They open it.

Harry: It's a broomstick!

Ron: That's not just any broomstick, Harry. It's a Nimbus 2000!

Harry: But who...?

He sees Professor McGonagall up at the head table, stroking Hedwig. She smiles and Harry nods.


Scene: Inside a Quidditch tower. The Gryffindor team is marching towards the starting gate. They reach it and stop, behind a closed double door.

Oliver: Scared, Harry?

Harry: A little bit.

Oliver: That's all right. I felt the same way before my first game.

Harry: What happened?

Oliver: Er, I don't really remember. I took a bludger to the head two minutes in. Woke up in the hospital a week later.


Harry gulps and looks straight ahead as the doors open. They mount their brooms and zoom out onto the enormous pitch. There is cheering. The commentator, LEE JORDAN, is talking from a tower.

Lee: Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season! Today's game Slytherin versus Gryffindor!!!

Close-up of Gryffindor students. They are cheering.

Neville: Gryffindor!

The players take their positions in the air in a circle. Harry weaves in, highest amongst. He looks down.

Lee: The players take their positions as Madam Hooch steps out onto the field to begin the game.

Hooch: Now, I want a nice clean game...from all of you.

She looks at Slytherin. She kicks the trunk, and the bludgers zoom out.

Lee: The bludgers are up...followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the snitch is worth 150 points. The seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game.

The snitch zooms around each Seeker's head, then disappears. Hooch grabs the Quaffle.

Lee: The Quaffle is released...and the game begins!


Gryffindor takes possession of the ball and a chaser, ANGELINA JOHNSON, zooms past Slytherins towards their goal, and throws the ball, and scores! There is a ding.

Lee: Angelina Johnson scores! 10 points for Gryffindor!

He presses a button and a 10 shows up beside a plaque with Gryffindors name. Harry, in the air, claps.

Harry: Yes! (a bludger zooms by him) Whoa!

In the stands, Gryffindor cheers.

Hagrid: Well done!

Lee: Slytherin takes possession of the Quaffle. Bletchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint.



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