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This is it.

Ninety-two. Ninety-three.

Ninety-four.

Ninety-five.

He should be here. Harry.

It’s got your name on it.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.

And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal…

…but he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not.

For neither can live while the other survives.

Harry.

Where’s Sirius?

You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams and reality.

You saw only what the Dark Lord wanted you to see.

Now, hand me the prophecy.

If you do anything to us, I’ll break it.

He knows how to play.

Itty, bitty baby.

Potter.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

Neville Longbottom, is it? How’s Mum and Dad?

Better, now they’re about to be avenged.

Now, let’s everybody just calm down…

…shall we?

All we want is that prophecy.

Why did Voldemort need me to come and get this?

You dare speak his name?

You filthy half-blood!

It’s all right. He’s just a curious lad, aren’t you?

Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made.

Which is lucky for you, really.

Haven’t you always wondered…

…what was the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord?

Why he was unable to kill you…

…when you were just an infant?

Don’t you want to know the secret of your scar?

All the answers are there, Potter, in your hand.

All you have to do…

…is give it to me.

Then I can show you everything.

I’ve waited 14 years.

I know.

I guess I can wait a little longer. Now. Stupefy.

Stupefy.

Levicorpus.

Petrificus Totalus.

Well done, Neville.

Stupefy.

Stupefy. Stupefy.

Stupefy.

Reducto.

Get back to the door.

Department of Mysteries. They got that bit right, didnt they?

The voices.

Can you tell what they’re saying?

There aren’t any voices, Harry.

Let’s get out of here.

I hear them too.

Harry, it’s just an empty archway.

Please, Harry.

Get behind me.

Did you actually believe…

…or were you truly naive enough to think…

…that children stood a chance against us?

I’ll make this simple for you, Potter.

Give me the prophecy now…

…or watch your friends die.

Don’t give it to him, Harry.

Get away from my godson.