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(Excerpts from the story of Harry Potter)


Scene 1
Harry: Platform 9 ¾? But Hagrid, there must be a mistake. This says Platform 9 ¾. There is no
such thing… is there? (Harry looks up and Hagrid has vanished).
(Harry is walking down lane between trains. A man rushes by.)
Voice over or double character
Man: Sorry.
Harry sees a train master.
Harry: Excuse me. Excuse me.
Trainmaster: (Talking to a woman and a child) Right on your left ma’am.
Scene 2
Scene: On a higher level, Prof. McGonagall is waiting. She raps her fingers on a stone railing,
and then goes to the top of the stairs to greet the newcomers.
McGonagall: Welcome to Hogwarts! Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors
and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your
houses. The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily.
Draco: It’s true then, what they’re saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.
(Students whisper: Harry Potter?) I am Malfoy… Draco Malfoy, (Ron snickers at his name)
Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand me down robe?
You must be a Weasley. We’ll soon find that some wizarding families are better than the others,
Potter. Don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there. (extends hand)
Harry: I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks.
Draco glares. McGonagall returns and smack him on the shoulder with a paper. He
retreats with one last glare.
McGonagall: Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words.
Dumbledore: I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce. The first years, please note
that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch has asked
me to remind you that the 3rd floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone
who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you.
McGonagall: When I call your name, you will come forth. I shall place the sorting hat on your
head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger.
Hermione: Oh. No. Okay, relax.
Ron: Mental that one. I’m telling you.
Harry nods in agreement.
Sorting Hat: Ah, right then… hmm… right. Okay…Gryffindor!!
Hermione smiles.
McGonagall: Draco Malfoy.
Draco saunters up proudly. The tattered hat nearly freaks before touching down on
Draco’s head.
Sorting hat: SLYTHERIN!
Ron: There isn’t a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn’t in Slytherin.
McGonagall: Ronald Weasley.
Ron gulps and walks up. He sits down and the hat is put on.
Sorting hat: Ah! Another Weasley! I know just where to put you… Gryffindor!
Ron: (sighs)
McGonagall: Harry Potter.
Everyone goes silent. Harry walks up and sits down.
Sorting hat: Hmm… difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage I see, not a bad mind, either.
There’s a talent, oh yes, and a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you?
Harry: (whispers) 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 your way to greatness! There’s no doubt about that!
(Harry whispers: Not Slytherin… anything but Slytherin)
Sorting hat: Well, if you’re sure… better be… Gryffindor!
There is an immense cheering and Harry goes to the Gryffindor table.
Scene 3
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were on their way to their room when they saw a shadow of a
girl running while holding a book.
Harry: Did you see that?
Ron: Yes. She’s holding a book!
Hermione: I think, her name is Ginny. Let’s follow her.
Harry: Okay, let’s go.
The three followed Ginny as she runs through the corridor leading them to the bathroom.
Hermione: Ginny?
Ginny: (gasps) Why did you follow me? (hides the book)
Ron: (looking at the book Ginny’s hiding) is that??
Ginny: (screams) (passed out)
Harry: Ginny... Ginny! Oh, Ginny, please don’t be dead. Wake up. Wake up! Please, wake up!
Tom Riddle comes in…
Tom Riddle: (Laughs hideously)
Tom: She won’t wake.
Harry: Tom. Tom Riddle! What do you mean, ‘she won’t wake?’ She’s not...?
Tom: She’s still alive, but only just.
Harry: Are you a ghost?
Tom: A memory, preserved in a diary for fifty years.
Harry: She’s cold as ice. Ginny, please don’t be dead. Wake up! You’ve got to help me, Tom.
There’s a basilisk.
Tom: It won’t come until it’s called.
Harry: Give me my wand, Tom.
Tom: You won’t be needing it. Haven’t I told you? Killing Mudbloods doesn’t matter to me
anymore. For many months now, my new target... has been you. How is it that a baby, with no
extraordinary magical talent, was able to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you
escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort’s powers were destroyed?
Harry: Why do you care how I escaped? Voldemort was after your time.
Tom: Voldemort is my past, present, and future. (writes in the air) TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE
(rearranges) I AM LORD VOLDEMORT.
Harry: You! You’re the Heir of Slytherin. You’re Voldemort.
Tom: Surely, you didn’t think I was going to keep my filthy Muggle father’s name? No. I
fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak,
when I became the greatest sorcerer in the world.
Harry: Albus Dumbledore is the greatest sorcerer in the world!
Tom: No! (throws a spell) So, this is what Dumbledore sends his great defender, a songbird and
an old hat. Shearhas- Samnathas- Sélithaeine.
Harry: (groans in pain) Ahhh… (fights back) Crucio!
Tom: (laughs devilishly) what now, Harry Potter?
Harry: Diffindo!
Tom tried to dodge but failed causing him to fall down in pain. Harry then grabs the book
Ginny was holding a while ago and opens it.
Tom: What are you doing? Stop. No! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!
Tom then vanished in the thin air. Harry walks up to where Ginny was laying.
Harry: Ginny...
Ginny: Harry. It was me- but I swear, I didn’t mean to! Riddle made me, and... Harry, you’re
Harry: Don’t worry Ginny… You--- ahh! (touches his scar and groans in pain)
Harry passes out. (The other characters will quickly vanish)
After a few seconds, Harry wakes up with a book beside him.
Harry: (gets the book and stares at it for a moment) It was just a dream.