Daniel Radcliffe: Harry Potter
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.
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.
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.
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!
Dumbledore : Harry, do you know why Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him?
[Harry shakes his head]
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]
Dumbledore : No, no. This kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin.
Harry : What is it?
Dumbledore : Love, Harry. Love.
[during the final chess game; Harry looks around at the board]
Harry : Wait a minute!
Ron : You see it, don't you, Harry? Once I make my move, the Queen will take me. Then you're free to check the King.
Harry : No. Ron, NO!
Hermione : What is it?
Harry : He's going to sacrifice himself.
Hermione : No, you can't, there must be another way!
Ron : Do you want to stop Snape from getting that stone or not?
[Hermione looks stunned]
Ron : 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 : [after a deep breath] Knight to H3.
[Ron and his horse advance to the next square. Ron breathes deep]
Ron : Check.
[The white Queen turns, advances slowly upon him, then draws her sword and plunges it into his horse, throwing him violently to the ground]
Harry : RON!
[Hermione makes as if to run to him]
Harry : [to Hermione] NO! DON'T MOVE! Don't forget - we're still playing.
[Harry moves three squares diagonally to his left and turns to face the King]
Harry : CHECKMATE.
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-
Hagrid : his name was V...
Harry : Maybe if you wrote it down...
Hagrid : Nah, I can't spell it. Alright
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.
Ron : [Neville comes hopping in, his legs apparently stuck together] Leg-Locker Curse?
Harry : Malfoy.
Ron : You have *got* to start standing up to people, Neville.
Neville Longbottom : [wobbling uncontrollably] How? I can barely stand at all!
Seamus Finnigan : [jumping up, wand at the ready] I'll do the counter-curse!
Neville Longbottom : No, that's all I need... you to set my bloody kneecaps on fire!
Seamus Finnigan : [slamming his wand down] I don't appreciate the insinuation, Longbottom. Besides, if anyone cares to notice, my eyebrows have completely grown back!
[stalks off angrily, showing a large chunk of hair missing from the back of his head]
Harry : I found him!
[hands Ron a Chocolate Frog card of Dumbledore]
Ron : 'Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark Wizard Grindelwald in 1945-'
Harry : Go on.
Ron : '-for his discovery of the 12 uses of Dragon Blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel!'
Harry : I knew the name sounded familiar, I read it on the train that day.
Hermione : [Beaming excitedly] Follow me!
[the Trio tears out of the Great Hall, leaving poor Neville still flailing around]
Neville Longbottom : Hey, wait, where are you going? What about the counter-curse?
[Before he can say another word he topples over backwards, sparking a fresh round of laughter from the other students]
[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?
Professor McGonagall : Nothing, I repeat, nothing gives a student the right to walk about the school at night. Therefore, as punishment for your actions, 50 points will be taken.
Harry : 50?
[Ron and Hermione also looking shocked, Draco smirking]
Professor McGonagall : Each.
[Harry's mouth drops open]
Professor 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.
Professor McGonagall : No, you heard me correctly, Mr. Malfoy. You see, honorable as your intentions were, you too were out of bed after hours. You will join your classmates in detention.
Seamus Finnigan : Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water into rum.
[he checks the goblet, then tries again]
Seamus Finnigan : Eye of rabbit, harp string hum...
Harry : What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?
Ron : Turn it to rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday! Before...
Uncle Vernon : He will not be going, I tell you! We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to all this rubbish!
Harry : You knew? You knew all along and you never told me?
Aunt Petunia : Of course we knew. How could you not be? My perfect sister being who she was. My mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter. "We have a witch in the family. Isn't it wonderful?" I was the only one to see her for what she was... a freak! And then she met that Potter. And then she had you, and I knew you would be the same. Just as strange, just as... abnormal. And then if you please, she went and got herself blown up, and we got landed with you.
Harry : Blown up? You told me my parents died in a car crash!
Hagrid : A car crash? A car crash kill Lily and James Potter?
Aunt Petunia : We had to say something.
Hagrid : It's an outrage! It's a scandal!
Uncle Vernon : He'll not be going!
Hagrid : Oh, and I suppose a great muggle like yourself's gonna stop him, are ya?
George Weasley : [while sitting at the Gryffindor table, eating Christmas dinner] How do you like yours, Ron?
[Ron, however, keep glancing over at Harry, who is sitting far away from everyone else, staring into the fire, remembering the image of his parents from the Mirror of Erised]
George Weasley : Ron?
Ron : I'll be right back.
[puts his utensils down and goes to Harry]
Ron : Wanna play chess?
Harry : No.
Ron : Wanna go and visit Hagrid?
Harry : No.
Ron : I know what you're thinking Harry, but don't. There's something not right about that mirror.
[Harry merely nods in acknowledgement as Ron rejoins the other Gryffindors]
Harry : I can't be a-a-a wizard. I mean, I'm just Harry, just Harry.
Harry : Hagrid, who gave you the Dragon Egg? What did he look like?
Hagrid : I don't know. I never saw his face. He kept his hood up.
Harry : This stranger, though, you and he must've talked.
Hagrid : Well, he wanted to know what sort of creatures I looked after. I told him. I said "After Fluffy, a dragon's gonna be no problem."
Harry : Did he seem interested in Fluffy?
Hagrid : Well, of course he was interested in Fluffy. How often do you come across a 3-headed dog, even if you're in the trade? But I told him I said - I said, "The trick with any beast is to know how to calm him." Take Fluffy, for example, just play him a bit of music and he falls straight asleep.
Hagrid : [pause] I shouldn't have told you that.
[showing Harry the Golden Snitch]
Harry : I like this ball.
Oliver Wood : Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast, and damn near impossible to see.
Harry : What do I do with it?
Oliver Wood : You catch it, before the other team's seeker. You catch this, the game's over. You catch this, Potter, and we win.
Hermione : [walks into the girls bathroom and sees a troll, which attacks her with a club as soon as Harry and Ron rush in]
Harry : HERMIONE, MOVE!
[he and Ron throw pieces of broken wood at the giant troll, which doesn't notice and grabs Hermione]
Ron : Hey, pea brain!
[throws a giant peace of wood at the troll, which drops Hermione, but attacks her with the club]
Hermione : Help!
[Harry jumps onto the troll's club and then onto its head, which makes the troll jerk around its head]
Harry : [puts his wand into the troll's nose, while the troll grabs Harry and holds him upside down] Do something!
[the troll tries to hit Harry with the club]
Ron : What?
Harry : Anything!
[Ron pulls out his wand]
Harry : Hurry up!
Hermione : [to Ron] Swish and flick!
Ron : Wingardium Leviosa!
[the troll's club comes out of its hand and drops on his head, which knocks it out and leaves a pile of dust]
Hermione : Is it... dead?
Harry : I don't think so, just knocked out.
Voldemort : Harry Potter. We meet again.
Harry : Voldemort?
Voldemort : Yes. You see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, a mere parasite! Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can; something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket!
Harry : [writing HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY on the sand-like floor of the boat he and the Dursley's are in] Make a wish, Harry.
[looks at Dudley's watch, it is now his birthday, and blows on the dusty, sand-like floor, when someone is trying to break in, which wakes Dudley up]
Uncle Vernon : [come's into Dudley and Harry's room with a rifle and Aunt Petunia] Who's there?
[the door breaks open, and everyone screams in terror]
Hagrid : Sorry about that.
[puts door back on]
Uncle Vernon : I demand that you leave at once! You are breaking an entry!
Hagrid : [walks over to Vernon] Dry up, Dursley, you great prune!
[bends the rifle's end up and Vernon shoots and walks over to Dudley]
Hagrid : Boy, I hasn't seen yeh since you was a baby, Harry, but you're a little bit longer that I expected, especially right in the middle.
Dudley Dursley : I-I'm not Harry.
Harry : [walks over to Hagrid] I am.
Hagrid : Well, of course you are. Got somethin' for yeh, 'fraid I may have sat on it at some point, but I imagine it'll taste just the same.
[gives Harry a box]
Hagrid : Painted it myself, words and all.
[Dudley looks jealous]
Harry : [opens the box, to reveal a cake that says HAPPEE BIRTHDAE HARRY on it] Thank you.
Hagrid : It's not every day your young man turns eleven, eh?
Harry : 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]
Professor Quirrel : [comes running to Dumbledore] TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!
[Dumbledore and McGonagall stand up, all the kids stare at Quirrell]
Professor Quirrel : Thought you ought to know.
Dumbledore : [kids scream] Silence!
[everybody stops screaming]
Dumbledore : Please do not panic. Now, Prefects will lead their house back to the dormitories, and teachers will follow me to the dungeons.
[kids follow Percy, while Snape walks away and closes the door]
Harry : [Harry, Ron, and Hermione sneak down the stairs, and Harry sees Trevor the toad] Trevor.
Ron : [Trevor croaks] Trevor! Go! You shouldn't be here!
Neville Longbottom : [appears] Neither should you. You're sneaking out again, aren't you!
Harry : Now, Neville, listen, we were...
Neville Longbottom : No! I won't let you! You'll get Gryffindor into trouble again! Uh, I-I'll fight you!
Hermione : Neville, I'm really, really sorry about this, but Petrificus Totalus!
[takes wand out and uses the Full Body-Bind Curse on Neville, who freezes and falls on the floor]
Ron : [gulps] You're a little scary sometimes, you know that. Brilliant, but scary.
Harry : Let's go.
Harry : [to Neville] Sorry.
Hermione : [to Neville] Sorry.
Ron : [to Neville] It's for your own good, you know.
Harry : I'm a what?