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🕑 Added 2025-03-01 19:16:58 +0000 UTCKaori was more than excited to get the opportunity to see [Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix] at the premiere with the entire cast, which included her favorite actor of all time: Troy Armitage.
She had been so smitten with him ever since she first saw him all those years ago that she had learnt English with great proficiency, if only to be able to talk to him one day. She had almost lost consciousness when she saw Troy right there in front of her. Thankfully, her friend Haruka was there to support her.
The intro of the film was entirely too good, and Kaori was instantly sucked in the story, reminding her that she didn’t just like Troy, but Harry Potter as well.
After a hilarious scene at Harry’s expense, the theater turned somber when Harry and the gang encountered the creatures pulling their carts back to Hogwarts. They were featherless, skeletal horses with a grotesque appearance, yet only Harry and Luna could see them.
“It’s a Thestral,” Luna explained as they made their way to the castle. “They can only be seen by people who’ve witnessed death. I’ve seen them ever since I watched my mum die when I was nine.”
Everyone except Luna and Harry cast the two pitying looks but refrained from saying anything. Sitting beside her, Harry gave Luna an understanding nod, which she returned.
That’s what Kaori loved about Harry Potter films, they weren’t just action scenes and magic. The director took such complex emotions and wove them into a beautiful scene. No words were exchanged between Harry and Luna, yet a silent kinship formed between them—one born from similar tragedies that set them apart from the rest. And yet, their bond didn’t seem romantic but more akin to that of siblings.
At Hogwarts, a new teacher had joined the staff—Dolores Umbridge, the same woman who had been present at the Ministry and was a staunch supporter of the Minister of Magic. As Dumbledore introduced her, she let out an infuriating little hem before effectively taking over the moment. She then began spreading the Ministry’s propaganda, insisting that something was amiss at Hogwarts and that changes must be made to "improve standards."
“The Ministry is interfering at Hogwarts,” Hermione concluded after the speech.
Later, as the students returned to their common room, Harry faced another dilemma. Everyone was staring at him—some blatantly, others covertly, turning away the moment he met their gaze.
Then Seamus, one of his classmates, outright accused him of losing his mind, saying he and his mother believed what The Daily Prophet was writing about him.
Harry shot back with equal intensity, stepping forward with his fists clenched, ready to strike. The tension in the room escalated as their housemates circled them, yet no one intervened. Harry’s eyes burned with fury—there was even a fleeting flash of red in them, as if, for a split second, he might end Seamus right then and there without lifting a finger.
Watching the scene, Kaori’s heart started pounding in her chest. The tension built up in the scene was so good. She hadn’t felt this kind of tension in a film since watching [The Godfather]. This was beyond anything she had ever expected from a [Harry Potter] movie, of all things.
For a moment, it seemed as though the confrontation would escalate even further—maybe even erupt into something worse. But then, Ron stepped between them.
“Cut it out!” he barked at Seamus. “I believe Harry. And if anyone has a problem with that, you can shove off.”
Immediately, Harry’s face returned to normal. He closed his eyes and jerked his head slightly—the same motion he had made at the beginning of the movie—before turning around and speed-walking up the stairs to his room. Once inside, he kicked his trunk before slumping onto his bed, his expression hollow.
“You alright, mate?” Ron asked.
“I’m fine,” Harry muttered.
“Seamus was out of order,” Ron continued.
“I said I’m FINE!” Harry snapped. But almost instantly, guilt flashed across his face. He looked away, unable to meet Ron’s eyes. Ron studied him for a moment before giving him an understanding nod and heading back to the common room.
“Wow!” Kaori said to her friend Haruka. “Troy is so good in this film! I don’t think I have ever seen him this good. Ever.”
Haruka nodded enthusiastically. “You’re right. He’s something else entirely.”
As the film continued, Umbridge, now officially the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, announced a revised curriculum—one that completely removed any practical spell-casting.
“This is stupid!” Harry declared after Ron and Hermione had voiced their own frustrations. “How are we supposed to defend ourselves in the real world if we don’t learn to cast spells in class?”
Umbridge chuckled. “And who, exactly, would you need protection from in the real world?”
“I don’t know, maybe… Lord Voldemort?”
The moment he said the name, the entire class fell silent. Students exchanged nervous glances while Umbridge’s face paled.
“Detention, Mr. Potter,” she ordered.
Harry argued, but each time, she twisted his words, always coming out on top. In the end, he had no choice but to accept his punishment.
Detention turned out to be nothing short of torture. Using a cursed quill, Umbridge forced Harry to write lines in his own blood. The words I must not tell lies carved themselves into the back of his hand, leaving a deep scar for anyone to see.
Harry glared at her with absolute loathing. She merely smiled, seeming to revel in it.
Kaori gasped in horror as she realized what the young man had to endure just for saying the truth out loud.
“Please tell me those words aren’t permanent,” Kaori begged to no one in particular. Haruka just clenched her hand in a show of support.
Later that evening, in the common room, Hermione noticed his injured hand and insisted he report it, but Harry refused. Instead, he stormed off to his room, leaving Ron and Hermione behind. The two could only exchange a look of concern for their friend.
Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall confronted Umbridge about her brutal punishment methods, but the pink-clad woman smugly announced that she had been appointed as the new High Inquisitor of Hogwarts.
What followed was a montage revealing the extent of her changes: strict new rules forbidding boys and girls from being near each other, a mandatory dress code with no exceptions, and constant audits of classes to assess "educational standards."
Then came the part Kaori loved in the first two movies: the Quidditch game. They haven’t shown a full-blown Quidditch game in the movies since the second one. Sure, the third film featured a brief match before the Dementors attacked Harry, but the sequence was too short to capture the same thrill that the first two movies had delivered.
And sure enough, the filmmakers didn’t disappoint.
Ron tried out for the team and proved good enough to become the new Keeper. The scene transitioned seamlessly into the actual game.
For the first time since the movie began, Harry seemed like his old self again. He laughed with joy as he soared around the Quidditch pitch, playing against Slytherin. Meanwhile, Ron, nervous in his first game, struggled in front of the goalposts, letting in several shots.
Finally, after an intense chase sequence between him and Draco Malfoy, Harry catches the Snitch. But just as his hand closed around it, Crabbe launched a Bludger straight at his back, sending him crashing to the ground.
As Madam Hooch berated Malfoy’s lackey for the illegal move, the blonde ferret took the opportunity to run his mouth.
“Saved Weasley’s behind, didn’t you, Pottah? I don’t know how you tolerate someone born in the bin. His ugly, fat mother and his good-for-nothing, Muggle-loving father are the worst stains on wizardkind. Or maybe you’re just trying to fill your Mudblood mother’s place by consorting with filth.”
It didn’t take a genius to realize that Harry was back to being his rageful self. The fury that had simmered beneath the surface all movie had momentarily eased during the game, but Malfoy’s taunt yanked it right back to the forefront.
Without thinking, Harry closed the distance and punched Malfoy square in the nose. And he didn’t stop there. He hit him again. And again. And again.
The actual contact between Harry’s fist and Malfoy’s face had not been shown directly, but the camera had been placed on Harry’s face, showing the fury he felt, and the way his eyes turned red as he beat the shit out of Malfoy.
It wasn’t until Madam Hooch fired a spell between them that Harry was finally forced back. Harry jerked his head, which seemed to be an indication of him not being fully in control, and suddenly, there was a brief flash of guilt on his face.
Hooch and McGonagall berated Harry for his temper, but before they could finish—
“Hem, hem.”
Umbridge strode onto the pitch, a predatory grin stretching across her face.
“This boy has shown he has no restraint,” she declared. “As such, I take it upon myself to issue the appropriate punishment. You shall be banned from ever playing Quidditch. As per the latest educational decree, I have the authority to enforce this decision.”
With the punishment announced, one by one, the crowd dispersed. Harry remained behind, standing in the middle of the pitch, his misery etched into every feature. He didn’t have to say a word—the camera caught everything in his expression.
“Harry…” Hermione reached out to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off and walked away.
Kaori turned to Haruka, who had an equally amazed face. That whole scene was shot in one take, from the moment Harry fell down on the pitch all the way to him being left behind, and it was perfectly brought together by everyone. The result was visible because it was a marveous piece of cinema.
Soon after, they received a floo call from Sirius Black, who revealed the motives behind Fudge and Umbridge’s actions. As the conversation unfolded, Hermione’s expression sharpened with realization.
“We need someone to teach us defensive magic,” she said, turning to Harry with a knowing glint in her eyes.
“No,” Harry enunciated clearly.
Cut to a pub in Hogsmeade.
A group of students sat around, all eager—but some skeptical—about learning from Harry. Doubts lingered until Harry delivered an impassioned speech, not only convincing them to join but also solidifying the truth about Voldemort’s return.
The next big hurdle was finding a place to train. They brainstormed for a while, struggling to come up with a solution—until Ron had a stroke of brilliance about asking a house-elf for help.
Cue the return of Dobby. The enthusiastic little elf led them straight to the Room of Requirement, explaining how it worked—a perfect solution to their problem.
What followed was an exhilarating training montage, with Harry teaching everyone advanced defensive spells, starting with Expelliarmus. Meanwhile, Umbridge, ever suspicious, ramped up her efforts to catch them. She ordered Filch to snoop around and formed an Inquisitorial Squad, consisting mostly of Slytherins. She also started interrogating students about suspected illicit activities.
As the holidays approached, Harry bid everyone farewell with a cheerful “Happy Holidays.” As the room cleared, only he and Cho Chang remained.
A charged silence hung between them.
Then, as if on cue, a mistletoe appeared above their heads.
Cho leaned in, and Harry received his first real kiss—a tender, sweet moment shared in the quiet glow of the Room of Requirement.
“That bitch!” Kaori said jealously. “She is so lucky!”
A sentiment shared wholeheartedly by Haruka.
Back in the common room, he recounted the experience to Ron and Hermione, laughing for the first time in what felt like ages.
That night, however, the happiness disappeared.
Harry jolted awake from a nightmare—except it wasn’t just a dream. He had seen Arthur Weasley attacked by Voldemort’s snake, Nagini.
McGonagall, along with Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George, escorted Harry to Dumbledore’s office, where the Headmaster spoke to several portraits. But despite the urgency, no one would tell Harry why this was happening to him.
Frustration boiled over, and he shouted at Dumbledore to give him some answers. Before the old man could reply, Severus Snape entered the room.
“Come with me, Potter,” he said coolly.
Harry was taken for Occlumency lessons—something he desperately needed, whether he liked it or not.
Later, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron made their way to St. Mungo’s Hospital to visit Arthur Weasley. The sterile white halls hummed with quiet chatter and the occasional flicker of magic. Despite being similar to a regular hospital, little knick knacks and items lying everywhere made it clear that it was anything but normal.
While there, they unexpectedly ran into Neville and his grandmother—played ably by Dame Judi Dench.
It was here that the four teens learned the heartbreaking truth about Neville’s parents. Tortured into insanity by Death Eaters—including Bellatrix Lestrange—they had been left as mere shadows of the formidable wizards they once were. The revelation struck Harry deeply. Bellatrix wasn’t just a name on the list of Azkaban escapees—she was a monster who had shattered Neville’s family, just as Voldemort had shattered his own.
Back at the Grimmauld Place, Ginny tried to talk to Harry.
“I want to talk to you, Harry. We all do, but you won’t stop hiding!” Ginny growled.
“I didn’t want anyone to talk to me,” Harry replied sullenly.
“Well, that was a bit stupid of you,” said Ginny angrily, “seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who.”
Harry looked as if he had been slapped with reality. His eyes shone with regret as he said apologetically, “I forgot.”
“Lucky you,” Ginny shot back before turning around and leaving Harry behind.
Haruka came closer to Kaori and whispered, “Why is he with that Cho girl? He looks much better with Ginny.”
“I know!” Kaori exclaimed. Neither of them had read the books, so they didn’t know who he’d end up with, but it was clear that Harry and Ginny had chemistry that he lacked with Cho.
With the holidays over, the group returned to Hogwarts, where another familiar face had reappeared—Hagrid. His long sabbatical had been spent trying to recruit the giants to their cause. But, as he reluctantly admitted, the Death Eaters had beaten him to it.
Despite the dark news, life at Hogwarts continued. Harry resumed teaching defensive magic, and this time, they focused on something truly special—casting a Patronus.
The room was alive with energy as students conjured silvery forms, each one representing their happiest memories. The sight was pure joy—until, without warning, the mirrors hiding the doors to the room shattered into a hundred pieces.
Umbridge blasted a hole in the wall moments later.
She stormed in with Filch and her Inquisitorial Squad, their faces alight with smug satisfaction. The betrayal was immediate and gut-wrenching—Cho had sold them out.
Dragged before Dumbledore, they faced not only Umbridge but also Minister Fudge. Evidence was presented—the name Dumbledore’s Army was scrawled across a parchment, containing a list of all student members.
Fudge smirked, ready to arrest the Headmaster. But Dumbledore had other plans. With a final, knowing glance at Harry, he disappeared in a brilliant flash of fire, vanishing alongside his phoenix, Fawkes.
Now, with Dumbledore gone, Umbridge reigned unchecked. Rules became stricter. Fear gripped the school.
Then came the OWL exams. The Great Hall was silent, only the scratching of quills filling the air as Umbridge loomed over the students like a vulture.
A small, glowing spark flitted through the room.
It burst, fizzling in the air, drawing every eye toward the doors.
Boom!
The doors flew open, and in came Fred and George—soaring on their broomsticks, grinning like madmen.
They rained chaos upon the hall, their bag of tricks unleashing mayhem. Papers scattered, fireworks erupted, and students shrieked with laughter. Bright explosions chased Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle in circles. The pièce de résistance—a massive dragon firework—soared over Umbridge before detonating in a spectacular blaze.
The hall erupted in cheers. Even the teachers did nothing to stop it.
But as the chaos unfolded, Harry felt a sharp, searing pain.
Another vision.
This time, it wasn’t Arthur Weasley in the Ministry.
It was Sirius instead, but the place was the same one where Arthur was attacked. Moreover, he was in bad shape. Bound and tortured, Voldemort’s voice was whispering threats beside him.
And just like that, the laughter faded, replaced by cold dread curling in Harry’s stomach.
Sirius was in danger. And Harry had to act.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione raced toward Umbridge’s office, their hearts pounding. They needed to confirm the vision—was Sirius really in danger? But before they could make the floo call from the only place that had access to it in the school, Umbridge caught them red-handed.
Her expression twisted with triumph as she summoned Snape. “Veritaserum,” she ordered coldly.
Snape, ever unreadable, merely raised an eyebrow. “You used the last of it on Miss Chang,” he replied.
Harry’s stomach dropped. That’s why she betrayed us…
As Snape turned to leave, Harry seized the moment. Desperation clawed at his throat.
“He’s got Padfoot,” he blurted out, “at the place where it’s hidden.”
For a fraction of a second, something flickered in Snape’s eyes. But then, with a practiced indifference, he scoffed and walked away.
Umbridge’s patience snapped. With her wand raised, she advanced on Harry. “Enough games. If you won’t budge, Cruciatus should loosen your tongue.”
Before she could cast the curse, Hermione gasped. “Tell her, Harry! Tell her about Dumbledore’s secret weapon!”
The toad-like woman hesitated, intrigue gleaming in her beady eyes. “What secret weapon?”
“This isn’t the place to talk about it,” Hermione said quickly, improvising. “We’ll show you.”
Smug with self-importance, Umbridge ordered them to lead the way—straight into the Forbidden Forest.
But the forest had its own justice.
Centaurs emerged from the shadows, towering over them, eyes burning with barely contained fury.
Umbridge, in her stupidity, antagonized the creatures by calling them half-breeds and creatures of near human intelligence. After an initial lucky attack, she barely had time to shriek before they seized her. As they dragged her deeper into the woods, she thrashed wildly, screeching for help.
“Tell them I mean no harm!” she wailed.
Harry smirked. “I’m sorry, Professor, but I must tell no lies.”
The audience in the theater erupted in cheers. Kaori and Haruka joined them—because damn, that was satisfying. The way Umbridge was dragged away and her fate left to ambiguity was exactly what was required for her character.
With Umbridge gone, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, and Ginny wasted no time. Mounting Thestrals, they soared through the night toward the Ministry of Magic.
Once inside, they navigated the eerie, twisting corridors of the Department of Mysteries, the dim glow of enchanted orbs casting ghostly shadows. At last, they reached the Prophecy Room.
But Sirius wasn’t there. Instead, figures emerged from the darkness—Death Eaters. The battle ignited in an instant.
The duel was frantic, fast-paced, magic flashing in every direction. Seeing teenagers holding their own against seasoned killers was exhilarating. The fight choreography was spectacular, each spell crackling with raw energy.
But their luck couldn’t last forever.
Cornered in the Veil Room, the group found themselves outmatched. The Death Eaters had them surrounded. Lucius Malfoy stepped forward, his cold drawl slicing through the chaos.
“The prophecy, Potter,” he demanded. “Hand it over, or your friends suffer.”
Harry’s grip tightened around the fragile orb. His mind raced. What do I do?
Then—
“Get away from my Godson.”
A fist collided with Lucius’s face. The aristocrat staggered back as none other than Sirius Black stormed into the room.
A split second later, whoosh—Order of the Phoenix members Apparated in, wands blazing. The battle erupted anew.
Harry, emboldened, made his choice. He smashed the prophecy to the ground, shattering it into dust.
Sirius grinned at him. “That’s my boy.”
Side by side, they fought, sending Death Eaters sprawling.
The whole magical fight sequence was worthy of being in a big fantasy film like Harry Potter. The filmmaker very intelligently used CGI to show what was happening where, making it look very beautiful. But it wasn’t just the light show, which was eye-catching, but also the destruction that the magic caused.
Sirius Black and Harry shot a spell together at Lucius Malfoy, sending him flying. Now, their only major opponent was Bellatrix Lestrange.
Sirius knew her well. He knew her cruelty. He also knew this fight was different.
“Go, Harry!” he shouted, shielding his godson from a curse. “I’ll handle her.”
What followed was nothing short of cinematic brilliance—a brutal, intricate duel reminiscent of the best kung fu films of the East. Spells clashed midair, bodies moved with deadly precision. Sirius taunted Bellatrix, matching her move for move, as though they were locked in an ancient, inevitable dance.
But this was Bellatrix Lestrange. And she always played to kill.
With each passing moment, the director masterfully builds the tension.
Sirius Black dodged spell after spell, his movements fluid, confident—until Bellatrix feigned an attack, drawing him into a trap. Her next curse struck true, right on Sirius’ chest.
Time seemed to slow as Sirius staggered backward. For a fleeting second, he almost looked amused, as if he couldn't believe he'd actually been hit. Then, his expression shifted—his body lost its balance—
And he fell.
Into the Veil of Death.
Harry stood frozen, his breath caught in his throat. He waited. Any second now… Sirius would step back out, grinning like always, ready with another reckless quip.
But he didn’t.
Harry’s gaze darted to the others, searching for confirmation that this wasn’t real. Then he saw Lupin—his face pale, eyes hollow with grief. That’s when it hit him.
“SIRIUS! NO!”
He lunged forward, blind with desperation. He had to go after him, pull him back—he had to! But Lupin caught him, wrapping his arms around him in an iron grip.
The struggle that followed was brutal, raw. Harry thrashed, screamed, and clawed at Lupin’s arms, but the older man held firm. “He’s gone, Harry,” he murmured, voice thick with sorrow. “There’s nothing you can do.”
Kaori couldn’t help but cry alongside Harry as the realisation struck her.
“Why did they have to kill him!?” She bawled. “Sirius was my favorite adult character!”
Across the hall, a similar sentiment followed everywhere. The filmmakers had built tension beautifully, and finally, when the tragedy struck, it struck like a freight train, leaving everyone misty-eyed.
Harry’s cries faded into shuddering breaths. The truth settled in like a crushing weight.
And then, from across the hall—
“I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK!” Bellatrix’s shrill, sing-song taunt sliced through the air.
Harry’s grief twisted into something dark, something hot. He wrenched free from Lupin’s grip, his vision tunneling as he bolted after her. She was still laughing, drunk on victory, when—
“CRUCIO!”
The curse hit her square in the back. Bellatrix crumpled, her laughter cut short as she hit the stone floor like a ragdoll.
Before Harry could move in for more, a shadow loomed.
A chill creeps through the air as the big baddy, Voldemort, arrives.
After making his customary villain speech, a flash of green light shot toward Harry—Avada Kedavra!—but a massive, enchanted statue leapt in front of him, taking the curse instead.
Albus Dumbledore had entered the fight.
What followed was the most breathtaking duel of the entire film series. This was no simple exchange of colored beams. Every spell was creative, destructive, and precise. Dumbledore wielded water like a whip, turning it into ice shards; Voldemort summoned fiery serpents, twisting the battlefield into chaos.
Harry, dazed but determined, tried to get closer, only for Dumbledore to shove him back with a firm magical barrier.
Then, Voldemort changed tactics.
The Dark Lord’s body dissolved into black smoke, and before Dumbledore could react, he surged toward Harry—possessing him. Or at least trying to possess him.
The scene that followed was gut-wrenching. Watching Harry writhe in agony, his body consumed by darkness, was almost unbearable. The performance was so visceral, so haunting, that it was easy to detach and not see Troy Armitage, the superstar, but Harry Potter—a boy being ripped apart from the inside.
For a terrifying moment, it seemed like Voldemort would win.
But Harry fought back. Not with magic. Not with hatred. But with love. Images flooded his mind—Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys, his parents, Sirius. With a final, shattering scream, Voldemort was expelled from his body.
Just then, Minister Fudge and a crowd of Ministry officials burst into the atrium. They stood frozen as Voldemort turned, his crimson eyes burning with fury. And then—
He fled.
Silence fell.
And then the click of a camera.
The next morning’s Daily Prophet splashed the moment across the front page—Harry, unconscious in Dumbledore’s arms. The headline read in bold, undeniable letters:
“YOU-KNOW-WHO’S BACK.”
The final act of the film begins with Harry in Dumbledore’s office.
He wasn’t possessed anymore. There was no flicker of red in his eyes. But the anger burning inside him was very much his own.
He exploded—shouting, throwing knick knacks, upending tables. “Let me out of here!” He roared. “I’m done with everything. The Wizarding World, this war, Voldemort… just let me out.” His voice was on the verge of breaking.
Dumbledore remained calm, watching him with quiet understanding, but his stance was firm. “Not unless you hear me out.”
Harry was shaking with rage, but he listened. And at last, Dumbledore showed him the memory of the prophecy—the truth Harry had been waiting for all year.
Hearing the prophecy only confirmed what Harry had always known deep down—his fight with Voldemort was inevitable. No one else could do it. It had to be him.
Dumbledore, seeing the weight settle on the boy’s shoulders, made him a promise that he will tutor Harry personally in the next academic year.
With that, he let Harry go.
Harry walked slowly through the castle corridors, his mind heavy with everything he had learned. But the moment he saw Ron and Hermione waiting for him, he didn’t need words. He simply stepped forward and embraced them, feeling their quiet, unwavering support.
Soon, Ginny, Neville, and Luna joined them—the six teenagers who had stood together against the Death Eaters, the bravest of their year.
No speeches. No fanfare. Just a silent understanding between them.
The year came to a close. The students boarded the Hogwarts Express. And just like that, the story ended.
“That was great,” Haruka said emotionally, wiping off her face of the excess tears. “I haven’t cried this much in a Harry Potter film ever.”
Kaori nodded before saying, “Now, let’s hope the post-credit scene is just as good.”
“Oh, right! I had forgotten about it!” Haruka yelled, and the people around them who heard it became excited as well.
By now, Harry Potter films had built a tradition—ever since the second movie, every installment featured a post-credits scene. It had started in the Chamber of Secrets, and continued in Prisoner of Azkaban and Goblet of Fire. Warner Bros. loved the approach so much that they even went back and added a hidden scene to the first movie’s DVD release—an originally cut-scene where the Dursleys visited a doctor to remove Dudley’s piggy tail.
The anticipation in the theater was electric. As the last credits rolled, the screen went dark for a moment.
And then—
The scene that followed was nothing short of extraordinary.
A dark, candlelit chamber. Shadows flickered across the cold stone walls.
“I am disappointed,” hissed Ralph Fiennes as Voldemort, his piercing red eyes scanning the group of kneeling Death Eaters. “Especially from that good-for-nothing Malfoy. He couldn’t even bring me the prophecy.”
“I will fix this, my lord,” Bellatrix Lestrange purred eagerly, shifting forward on her knees. “Say the word, and I’ll bring you Potter’s head myself, let alone the prophecy.”
But Voldemort ignored her. Instead, his gaze slid to the far right—to a trembling blonde boy who looked ready to pass out.
“Draco,” Voldemort murmured, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. “I have a task for you.”
Draco Malfoy swallowed hard. His breathing was uneven, his hands clenched into fists.
“Y-yes, my lord.”
Voldemort’s lips curled into a chilling smile. “Don’t disappoint me… like your father.”
Draco’s face twisted, his fear battling with something deeper. Then, after a pause, his voice came out steadier.
“I won’t, my lord.”
Cut to black.
For a split second, the theater was silent.
And then—chaos.
The entire audience erupted, cheers and applause filling the space like a thunderstorm. People were on their feet, clapping, shouting, whooping. Not ones to be left behind, Kaori and Haruka were on their feet as well, clapping for one of the best films ever made.
“This is the best film of the series,” Kaori announced, and the people nearby seemed to agree to the sentiment wholeheartedly.
Comments
TheLazyWarrior
I didn't make it two chapters so that it doesn't unnecessarily pad up the word count. I could have shortened it here, but I wanted to recap the film in its entirety for those few who have not watched HP, and I know a few who haven't.
TheLazyWarrior
Going forth I will take up that style.
TheLazyWarrior
Honestly, I had forgotten about that scene because it had been so long since I read the books. I'll add it in soon. I could have shortened the plot, but there are people here who have not watched HP, they are here for the showbiz story. So for them, I have added the plot.
TheLazyWarrior
Thanks. I'll add a note at the top saying exactly that in public release so people know.
TheLazyWarrior
True, I could have shortened it if I wanted to, but I wanted to cover the entire story. I didn't make it into two chapters just for the sake of padding word limit because I know most people here have watched the film.
Jarod lane
Tftc!
James Harrold
The post credit scene is awesome.
James Harrold
I also can see both sides, I think the chapter could have been made shorter with some editing other then that it seems fine. I personally like it when his movies get covered from a fans perspective and or reviews. I like the changes that were made to the movie though.
Ju
Personally I understand what the others are saying but I really enjoyed the chapter maybe make it a bonus, so that way everyone is happy.
Erica Tharp
I guess I am the odd one out because I liked this chapter. Especially the part about the post credit scenes. Great Work!
David Karlsson
Like a precious movie recap I think the dialogue is cheapened when you paraphrase every dialogue. There are some bad dialogue that can be changed without issue but it seems you change every one, even impactful scenes lose their impact because of this. Lines that are important to the plot like "I must not tell lies" are just different for no reason
Ant1h3ld
I sadly have to add my voice to what the others already criticised. A tighter focus on the changes in the movie compared to the original would've worked better. ...and still no "I forgot." Scene with Ginny?
David Karlsson
It needs some heavy editing...
David Karlsson
I think your other style of writing movie premiere was better, where some audience member interacts with what they're shown. This type isn't very engaging
Junior Massa
It's been some time that I skip almost the entire chap... basically the film the we already know
David Karlsson
Not really a fan of this recap. A lot of the scenes are more or less the same as the movie, making the long descriptions superfluous. Or the dialogue is unnecessarily changed which makes them sound off, like Umbridge. The scenes that are actually new to this version at least serve a point but the rest is just pointless recap IMO
