Daniel Radcliffe credited as playing...
Harry Potter
- [Harry sits in front of the Mirror of Erised, gazing thoughtfully into it; he doesn't realise that Dumbledore is standing a few yards behind him]
- Albus Dumbledore: Back again, Harry?
- [Harry turns around and stands up]
- Albus Dumbledore: I see that you, like so many before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised. I trust by now you realise what it does.
- [slowly approaches]
- Albus Dumbledore: Let me give you a clue.
- [stands opposite of Harry in front of the mirror]
- Albus Dumbledore: The happiest... man on earth would look into the mirror and see only himself exactly as he is.
- Harry Potter: So then, it shows us what we want. *Whatever* we want.
- Albus Dumbledore: Yes, and no. It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest and most desperate desires of our hearts. Now, *you*, Harry, who have never known your family, you see them... standing beside you. But remember this, Harry: This mirror... gives us neither... knowledge... or truth. Men have wasted away in front of it, even gone mad. That is why tomorrow it will be moved to a new home. And I must ask you... not to go looking for it again. It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live.
- Mr. Ollivander: Curious... very curious...
- Harry: Sorry, but what's curious?
- Mr. Ollivander: I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. It so happens that the phoenix whose tailfeather resides in your wand gave another feather... just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar.
- Harry: And who owned that wand?
- Mr. Ollivander: We do not speak his name! The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why. But I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible! Yes. But great.
- Harry Potter: Where's Hermione?
- Neville Longbottom: Parvati Patil says that she wouldn't come out of the girls bathroom. She said that she'd been in there all afternoon, crying.
- [Harry looks at Ron, who shrugs]
- Quirinus Quirrell: [runs into the Great Hall] Tro-o-o-o-oll! In the *dungeon*!
- [whimpers]
- Quirinus Quirrell: Troll in the dungeon!
- [Dumbledore and McGonagall stand up, all the kids stare at Quirrell]
- Quirinus Quirrell: [looking ill] Thought you ought to know.
- [faints as kids scream in horror and run for the door]
- Albus Dumbledore: SI-I-I-I-ILENCE!
- [everybody stops screaming]
- Albus Dumbledore: Everyone will please not panic! Now... prefects will lead their house back to the dormitories. Teachers will follow me to the dungeons.
- Ron: [Harry and Ron arrive late to Transfiguration, relieved that Professor McGonagall isn't there yet] Whew, made it. Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?
- [the cat sitting at the head of the class suddenly transforms into her]
- Ron: That was bloody brilliant!
- Professor McGonagall: Well, thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of you might be on time.
- Harry: We got lost.
- Professor McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats.
- Hermione: [after Hermione and Harry sink in the Devil's Snare, Ron is still panicking] He's not relaxing, is he?
- Harry: Apparently not.
- Hermione: I've gotta do something!
- Harry: What?
- Hermione: Oh, I remember reading something in herbology... um...
- Ron: Hel-!
- Hermione: Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare..."It's deadly fun, but will sulk in the sun!" That's it! Devil's Snare hates sunlight! Lumos Solem!
- [she conjures a type of sunlight from her wand; Ron falls to the ground below]
- Harry: Ron, you okay?
- Ron: Yeah.
- Harry: Okay.
- Ron: [sigh] Lucky we didn't panic.
- Harry: Lucky Hermione pays attention in herbology.
- [during the final chess game; Harry looks around at the board]
- Harry Potter: Wait a minute.
- Ron Weasley: You understand, right, Harry? Once I make my move, the Queen will take me. Then you're free to check the King.
- Harry Potter: No. Ron, *no*!
- Hermione Granger: What is it?
- Harry Potter: He's going to sacrifice himself.
- Hermione Granger: No, you can't! There *must* be another way!
- Ron Weasley: Do you want to stop Snape from getting that stone or not?
- [Hermione looks stunned]
- Ron Weasley: Harry, it's you that has to go on, I know it. Not me, not Hermione, *you*!
- [Harry takes a deep breath and nods]
- Ron Weasley: [after a deep breath] Knight to H3.
- [Ron and his black horse advance to the next square; Ron faces the White King]
- Ron Weasley: Check.
- [the White Queen turns, advances slowly towards him, draws her sword and violently plunges it into his horse; Ron screams as he falls to the floor]
- Harry Potter: RON!
- [Hermione makes as if to run to him]
- Harry Potter: No! Don't move! Don't forget, we're still playing.
- [Harry moves diagonally until he faces the White King]
- Harry Potter: Checkmate!
- [the White King's sword falls to the floor]
- Albus Dumbledore: Harry, do you know why... Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him?
- [Harry shakes his head]
- Albus Dumbledore: It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark.
- [Harry reaches up to touch his scar]
- Albus Dumbledore: No, no. This kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives... in your very skin.
- Harry Potter: What is it?
- Albus Dumbledore: Love, Harry. Love.
- Oliver Wood: Scared, Harry?
- Harry Potter: A little.
- Oliver Wood: That's all right. I felt the same way before my first game.
- Harry Potter: What happened?
- Oliver Wood: I, uh, I don't really remember. I took a Bludger to the head two minutes in. Woke up in hospital a week later.
- Draco Malfoy: You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't wanna go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.
- [he holds out his hand, which Harry doesn't take]
- Harry: I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.
- Sorting Hat: Hmm, difficult. VERY difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh yes. And a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you?
- Harry: Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin.
- Sorting Hat: Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. It's all here in your head. And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, there's no doubt about that. No?
- Harry: Please, please. Anything but Slytherin, anything but Slytherin.
- Sorting Hat: Well if you're sure, better be... GRYFFINDOR!
- Ron Weasley: I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley.
- Harry Potter: I'm Harry. Harry Potter.
- Ron Weasley: [wide eyes and mouth gaping] So... so it's true! I mean, do you really have the... the...?
- Harry Potter: The what?
- Ron Weasley: [in a hushed tone] The scar?
- Harry Potter: Oh.
- [shows him the scar on his forehead]
- Harry Potter: Yeah.
- Ron Weasley: Wicked!
- Minerva McGonagall: Nothing, I repeat, *nothing* gives a student the right to walk about the school at night. Therefore, as punishment for your actions, fifty points will be taken.
- Harry Potter: *Fifty*?
- [Ron and Hermione also looking shocked; Draco smirking]
- Minerva McGonagall: Each.
- [Harry's mouth drops open]
- Minerva McGonagall: And to ensure it doesn't happen again, all four of you will receive detention.
- Draco Malfoy: [smirk suddenly fades and steps up] Excuse me, Professor, perhaps I heard you wrong. I thought you said, "the *four* of us."
- Minerva McGonagall: No, you heard me correctly, Mr. Malfoy. You see, honourable as your intentions were, you too were out of bed after hours.
- [Harry smiles]
- Minerva McGonagall: You will join your classmates in detention.
- [after catching Harry scribbling on his paper]
- Professor Severus Snape: Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?
- [Harry doesn't answer]
- Professor Severus 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?
- Harry: I don't know, sir.
- Professor Severus Snape: And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?
- Harry: I don't know, sir.
- Professor Severus Snape: Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?
- Hagrid: You all right there, Harry? You seem very quiet.
- Harry: He killed my parents, didn't he?
- [puts a hand to his scar]
- Harry: The one who gave me this?
- [Hagrid is silent]
- Harry: You know, Hagrid. I know you do.
- [Hagrid sighs and pushes his bowl aside]
- Hagrid: First - and understand this, Harry, 'cause it's very important - not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago there was one wizard that went as bad as you can go, and his name was V-
- [sighs]
- Hagrid: his name was V...
- Harry: Maybe if you wrote it down...
- Hagrid: Nah, I can't spell it. Alright
- [whispers]
- Hagrid: 'Voldemort'
- Harry: [loudly] Voldemort?
- Hagrid: Shhh! It was dark times, Harry, dark times. Voldemort started to gather some followers, brought 'em over to the dark side. Anyone who stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against him, but nobody lived once he decided to kill them. Nobody... not one... 'cept you.
- Harry: Me? Voldemort tried to kill... ME?
- Hagrid: Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead. A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse, and an evil curse at that.
- Harry: What happened to Vol- to You-Know-Who?
- Hagrid: Well, some say he died. Codswallop in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he's still out there, too tired to carry on. But one thing's certain, something about you stumped him that night. That's why you're famous, Harry, that's why everybody knows your name. You're the boy who lived.