Harry Potter and Deathly Hallows: Part 1 Page #2

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Mundungus, stick tight to me.

I wanna keep an eye on you.

- As for Harry--

- Yes?

The real Harry.

- Where the devil are you, anyway?

- Here.

You'll ride with Hagrid.

I brought you here 16 years ago when

you were no bigger than a Bowtruckle.

Seems only right that I should be

the one to take you away now.

Yes, it's all very

touching. Let's go.

Head for the Burrows.

We'll rendezvous there.

On the count of three.

Hold tight, Harry.

One...

...two...

...three!

- Which one?

- Where are you?

He's on your right!

He's over there!

Down!

Hagrid, we have to

help the others!

I can't do that, Harry.

Mad-Eye's orders.

Hang on.

Stupefy!

Hang on, Harry.

Hagrid.

No. No.

Harry.

Harry. Hagrid.

What happened?

Where are the others?

Is no one else back?

They were on us right from the

start, Molly. We didn't stand a chance.

Well, thank goodness

you two are all right.

The Death Eaters were

waiting for us. It was an ambush.

Ron and Tonks should've

already been back.

Dad and Fred as well.

Here!

Quick. Into the house.

Oh, my boy.

Oh. Oh.

- Lupin!

- What are you doing?

What creature sat

in the corner...

...the first time Harry Potter

visited my office in Hogwarts?

- Are you mad?

- What creature?!

A Grindylow.

We've been betrayed.

Voldemort knew you were

being moved tonight.

I had to make sure you

weren't an impostor.

Wait.

The last words Albus Dumbledore

spoke to the pair of us?

"Harry is the best hope

we have. Trust him."

What gave you away?

Hedwig, I think. She was

trying to protect me.

Thanks.

Deserves that.

Brilliant, he was.

- I wouldn't be standing here without him.

- Really?

Always the tone of surprise.

We the last back?

Where's George?

How you feeling, Georgie?

Saint-like.

Come again?

Saint-like. I'm holy.

I'm holey, Fred. Get it?

The whole wide world of ear-related

humor and you go for "I'm holey."

That's pathetic.

Reckon I'm still

better-looking than you.

Mad-Eye's dead.

Mundungus took one look at

Voldemort and Disapparated.

Head for the Burrows.

This is beyond

anything I imagined.

- Seven?

- Seven...? A Horcrux.

They could be

hidden anywhere.

To rip the soul

into seven pieces....

- If you did destroy each Horcrux....

- One destroys Voldemort.

Trust me.

You lied to me.

Lied to me, Ollivander.

Going somewhere?

Nobody else is going

to die. Not for me.

For you?

You think Mad-Eye

died for you?

You think George took

that curse for you?

You may be the Chosen One, mate,

but this is a whole lot bigger than that.

It's always been bigger than that.

- Come with me.

- What, and leave Hermione?

You mad? We wouldn't

last two days without her.

Don't tell her I said that.

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