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DUMBLEDORE
How is he? Horace?
Harry shrugs. Dumbledore nods, then tips his hand. A LONG strand hangs
suspended like glass. A pearl forms...and as it hangs...Harry's eyes
shift, notice a DRAWING on Dumbledore's desk, one of Tom Riddle's
drawings seen at the
orphanage, of the CAVE and the distinct OUTCROPPING. Then...the pearl drops.
116 INT. SLUGHORN'S OFFICE/YEARS PAST - NIGHT
As before. The CRACKLING EMBERS of the FIRE. Slughorn, a circle of
six. Riddle commanding the room.
TOM RIDDLE
Sir, is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring?
Slughorn chuckles, wags a sugar-encrusted finger at Riddle.
SLUGHORN
Now, Tom, I couldn't tell you if I knew, could I? I must say, m'boy,
I'd like to know where you get your informatoion. More knowledgable
than half the staff, you are.
(as the other boys laugh)
By the way, thank you for the pineapple--you're quite right, it is my
favourite--how is it you knew?
TOM RIDDLE
Intuition.
Riddle smiles but his expression suggests intuition had nothing to do
with it. Slughorn chuckles uneasily.
SLUGHORN
Good gracious, look at the time. Off you go, boys, or Professor
Dippett will have us all in detention. Lestrange, Avery, don't forget
your essays...
As the others file out, Slughorn busies himself with some papers
when--Ping!--he turns, finds Riddle still there, standing by the
crystal hourglass.
SLUGHORN
Look sharp, Tom. You don't want to be caught out of bed after hours...
TOM RIDDLE
I know a secret shortcut or two.
SLUGHORN
Yes, I imagine you do. Something on your mind, Tom?
TOM RIDDLE
Yes sir. I couldn't think of anyone else to go to. The other
Professors, well, they're not like you. They might...misunderstand.
SLUGHORN
Go on.
Riddle slips off the RING on his left hand, begins to roll it between
his fingers. It is set with a BLACK STONE.
TOM RIDDLE
I was in the library the other night, in the Restricted section, and I
read something rather odd, about a bit of rare magic, and I thought
perhaps you could illuminate me. It's called, as I understand it...a
Horcrux.
Slughorn's weak smile evaporates altogether.
SLUGHORN
Excuse me?
TOM RIDDLE
Horcrux. I came across the term while reading and I didn't fully understand it.
SLUGHORN
I'm not sure what you were reading, Tom, but that's very Dark stuff,
very Dark indeed.
TOM RIDDLE
Yes sir. Which is why I came to you. I mean no disrespect to the rest
of the staff, but I thought if anyone could tell me...it would be you.
Slughorn frowns, clearly disturbed, then speaks quietly.
SLUGHORN
A horcrux is an object in which a person has concealed part of their soul.
TOM RIDDLE
Yes, I thought it might be something like that. But I don't understand
how that works, sir.
SLUGHORN
One splits one's soul and hides part of it in an object. By doing so,
you are protected should you be attacked and your body destroyed.
TOM RIDDLE
Protected?
SLUGHORN
That part of your soul that was hidden, lives on. In other words, you
cannot die.
Riddle nods and TURNS AWAY, staring at himself in the MIRROR on the
wall opposite. A hint of RED glints in his eyes.
TOM RIDDLE
How does one split his soul, sir?
SLUGHORN
I think you can guess the answer to that, Tom.
TOM RIDDLE
Murder.
SLUGHORN
Yes. Killing rips the soul apart. It is a violation against nature.
After, one is never the same.
TOM RIDDLE
Out of curiosity, sir--can you only split your soul once? For
instance, isn't seven the most powerfully magical number--
SLUGHORN
Seven! Merlin's beard, Tom! Isn't it bad enough to think of killing
one person? To rip the soul into seven pieces...
(stopping; worried)
This is all hypothetical, isn't it, Tom? All academic...
TOM RIDDLE
Of course, sir. And I promise I'll not speak of our converstaion.
It'll be our little
secret...
Riddle reaches out then and pinches the FLAME of a candle, killing it.
As SMOKE RISES, we DISSOLVE into...
117 INT. DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE - SAME TIME - NIGHT
...the surface of the Pensieve, where Riddle quivers. We
RACK FOCUS and Dumbledore's troubled face bleeds through
Riddle's.
HARRY
Sir--
Dumbledore holds up his withered hand, silencing him, turns away.
Harry studies him, waiting, the hush palpable.
DUMBLEDORE
(haunted)
This is beyond anything I imagined. In my life I have seen things that
are unimaginably horrific. I know now...you will see worse.
Dumbledore looks off, his eyes distant. Harry watches him intently, as
do the HEADMASTERS in their frames above. Finally, tentatively, Harry
speaks.
HARRY
Do you mean to say he succeeded, sir? In making a Horcrux?
DUMBLEDORE
Oh he succeeded. And not just once. Think, Harry. He's just told us.
HARRY
Seven. He made seven--the most powerfully magical number. But...what
are they exactly?
DUMBLEDORE
They can be anything. The most commonplace of objects. A ring, for
example. Or a book...
Dumbledore slides open a drawer, removes the RING and Tom Riddle's
battered DIARY.
HARRY
Tom Riddle's diary--
DUMBLEDORE
It's a Horcrux, yes. Four years ago, when you saved Ginny Weasley's
life in the Chamber of Secrets, when you brought me this--
(holding up the diary)
I knew. This was a different kind of magic. Very dark. Very powerful.
But until tonight I had no idea just how powerful...
HARRY
And the ring...?
DUMBLEDORE
Belonged to Voldemort's mother. It was difficult to find and...
(raising his damaged hand)
...even more difficult to destroy.
HARRY
But if you could find them all. If you did destroy each Horcrux...
DUMBLEDORE
One destroys Voldemort.
Harry begins to reach out for the ring...
HARRY
But how would you find them? They could be hidden anywhere, couldn't they...
DUMBLEDORE
True. But magic, especially Dark magic...
Just then, as the flesh of Harry's fingers make contact
with the ring, IMAGES FLASH by in DIZZYING succession: VOLDEMORT'S
FACE, twisted in pain. A DERELICT HOUSE, deep in a haunted clearing.
An ANCIENT CUP, gleaming as it tumbles from an old woman's hand. A
SNAKE (NAGINI) slithering through damp grass. Dumbledore slipping the
ring onto his finger, recoiling as his skin decays...
DUMBLEDORE (CONT'D)
...leaves traces.
Harry's clenched hand SPASMS, RELEASES. The ring skitters across
Dumbledore's desk and Harry brings a hand to his chest, a look of
bewilderment on his face. Dumbledore watches the ring spin down, then
glances at Harry and
slowly extends his own hand, lightly touching the center of Harry's
chest with the tips of two ashen fingers, as if reading braille, as if
he can somehow "see" into Harry's heart. Trepidation--and
recognition--flicker over his face. He looks up, meets Harry's eyes.
HARRY
It's where you've been going, isn't it, sir? When you leave the school.
Harry's eyes drift once again to the postcard on the desk. Dumbledore
withdraws his hand, nodding, still studying Harry oddly, his voice,
when it comes, distant.
DUMBLEDORE
Yes. I think...perhaps...I may have found another. But this time I
cannot hope to destroy it alone.
Harry peers into Dumbledore's eyes. Dumbledore nods.
DUMBLEDORE
Once again, I shall ask too much of you.
118 INT./EXT. GARGOYLE CORRIDOR - LATE DAY
Harry stands at a window, looking out. He brings his fingers to his
chest again when...Hermione comes up behind him.
HERMIONE
Harry. It's time.
119 INT./EXT. COURTYARD - MOMENTS LATER - LATE DAY
Harry, Hermione and Ron walk.
HARRY
Hermione, is the Room of Requirement unplottable?
HERMIONE
If one wants it to be. Why?
HARRY
It would explain why I thought Malfoy was leaving the castle when he
disappeared off the Map. He was going to the Room of Requirement.
HERMIONE
Of course, and that explains the Vanishing Cabinet as well!
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