Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (film)

2009 British-American fantasy film directed by David Yates

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince is a 2009 film in which Harry Potter begins his sixth year at Hogwarts, where he discovers an old book marked as "the property of the Half-Blood Prince" and begins to learn more about Lord Voldemort's dark past.

You're brilliant. You're both brilliant. I never realized how beautiful this place was.
Directed by David Yates. Written by Steve Kloves, based on the book of the same title by J. K. Rowling.
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I... of course, it's only natural you should want to know more. But I'm afraid I must disappoint you, Harry. When I first met young Mr. Riddle, he was a quiet, albeit brilliant boy committed to becoming a first-rate wizard. Not unlike others I've known. Not unlike yourself, in fact. If the monster existed, it was buried deep within.
"Sorry I made you miss the carriages by the way, Luna."
"That's alright. It's like being with a friend."
"Oh, I am your friend, Luna."
"That's nice."

Harry Potter

  • [after Dumbledore asks him if he has feelings for Hermione] Oh, no, no, no, I mean she's brilliant, but we're friends.
  • I've got a really good feeling about Hagrid's. I feel it's... it's the place to be tonight!
  • [After witnessing Dumbledore's murder] Snape! He trusted you!

Albus Dumbledore

  • Years ago, I knew a boy who made all the wrong choices. Please let me help you.
  • Being me has its privileges.
  • Now as you know, each and every one of you was searched upon your arrival here tonight and you have the right to know why. Once there was a young man, who like you, sat in this very hall, walked this castle's corridors, slept under its roofs. He seemed to all the world a student like any other. His name: Tom Riddle! [Murmuring erupts among the students] Today, of course, he's known all over the world by another name, which is why, as I stand looking out upon you all tonight, I'm reminded of a sobering fact: Every day, every hour, this very minute, perhaps, dark forces attempt to penetrate this castle's walls. [pause] But in the end, their greatest weapon.... is you. There's something to think about. Now off to bed, pip pip!

Draco Malfoy

  • [Alone in his compartment on the train with Harry hiding under the Cloak; quietly] Didn't Mummy ever tell you it was rude to eavesdrop, Potter? Petrificus Totalus! [Harry falls, still hidden] Oh, right. She was dead before you could wipe the drool off your chin. [Kicks Harry in the face, breaking his nose] That's for my father. Enjoy your ride back to London. [Covers Harry with the cloak]

Horace Slughorn

  • [in regard to returning to Hogwarts] All right, I'll do it! But I want Professor Merrythought's old office, not the water closet I had before. And I expect a raise, these are mad times we live in. Mad!!
  • [Telling Harry the story of his deceased fish] It was a student who gave me Francis. One spring afternoon I discovered a bowl on my desk with just a few inches of clear water in it. And floating on the surface was a flower petal. As I watched, it sank. Just before it reached the bottom, it was transformed into a wee fish. It was beautiful magic, wondrous to behold. The flower petal had come from a lily. Your mother. The day I came downstairs, the day the bowl was empty, was the day your mother.... I know why you're here, but I can't help you. It would ruin me.


  • Professor McGonagall: Potter, take Weasley with you. He looks far too happy over there.
  • Arthur Weasley: Times like these, dark times, they do funny things to people. They can tear them apart.
  • Luna Lovegood: I've never been to this part of the castle. Well, not when I'm awake. I sleep-walk, you see. That's why I wear shoes to bed.
  • Katie Bell: I know you're going to ask Harry, but I don't know who cursed me. I’ve been trying to remember, honestly. But I just can’t.
  • Severus Snape: You dare use my own spells against me, Potter? Yes. I'm the Half-Blood Prince.


Muggle Waitress: Harry Potter. Who's Harry Potter?
Harry: No one, bit of a tosser really.
Muggle Waitress: Funny that paper of yours, a couple minutes ago I could have sworn I saw a picture move. Thought I was going 'round a twist.
Harry: Hey, I was wondering--
Muggle Waitress: 11. That's when I get off. You can tell me all about that tosser Harry Potter.

[Harry and Dumbledore have just Apparated to Budleigh Babberton to meet Slughorn]
Harry: I just Apparated, didn't I?
Dumbledore: Indeed. Quite successfully, too, I might add. Most people vomit the first time.
Harry: Can't imagine why...
Dumbledore: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.
Harry: Actually, sir, after all these years, I just sorta go with it.

[Dumbledore has just exposed Slughorn, disguised as an armchair]
Slughorn: Merlin's Beard! No need to disfigure me, Albus.
Dumbledore: I must say, you make a very convincing armchair, Horace.
Slughorn: It's all in the upholstery. [pats his stomach] I come by the stuffing naturally. What gave me away?
Dumbledore: [points to stains in room] Dragon's blood.

Dumbledore: So what's with all the theatrics, Horace? You weren't by any chance waiting for someone else, were you?
Slughorn: Someone else? I'm sure I don't know what you mean... Oh alright. The Death Eaters have been trying to recruit me for over a year, you know what that's like? You can only say no to these people so many times, so I never stay anywhere more than a week. The Muggles who own this place are in the Canary Islands.

[Ron holds up a small box at Fred and George's shop]
Ron: How much for this?
Fred and George: Five Galleons.
Ron: How much for me?
Fred and George: Five Galleons.
Ron: I'm your brother!
Fred and George: Ten Galleons.

[walking to the castle]
Harry: Sorry I made you miss the carriages by the way, Luna.
Luna: That's alright. It's like being with a friend.
Harry: Oh, I am your friend, Luna.
Luna: That's nice.

Malfoy: [regarding Harry's broken nose] Nice face, Potter! [Harry flashes a fake-amused smile at him]
Luna: Would you like me to fix that for you? I think you look a little devil-may-care this way, but it's up to you...
Harry: Um... have you fixed a nose before?
Luna: No, but I've done several toes. How different are they, really?
Harry: ...Okay, yeah, sure, give it a go.
Luna: Episkey!
[a loud crack is heard]
Harry: Augh...!
[rubs his nose gingerly; looks at Luna]
Harry: Well? How do I look?
Luna: Exceptionally ordinary.
Harry: ...Brilliant.

Ron: [to Hermione and Ginny] Don't worry. He'll be here in a minute. [starts eating Jello in front of him]
Hermione: [smacks him on the arm with a book] Will you...stop...eating? Your best friend is missing!
Ron: Oi. Turn around, you lunatic!
[Hermione and Ginny looks towards the Great Hall door and see Harry covered in blood.]
Ginny: He's covered in blood again. Why is it he's always covered in blood?
Ron: Looks like it's his own this time.

[Harry is watching a memory of Dumbledore's first meeting with Tom Riddle in the Pensieve]

Dumbledore: I'm like you, Tom. I'm different.
Tom Riddle - Age 11: Prove it.
[Dumbledore continues to look at Tom, then the wardrobe behind them bursts into flame.]
Dumbledore: I think there's something in your wardrobe tryna get out, Tom.

[Harry and Dumbledore have just seen Dumbledore's memory of his first meeting with Tom Riddle.]
Harry: Did you know, sir? Then?
Dumbledore: Did I know that I just met the most dangerous dark wizard of all time? No.

Slughorn: What about you, Miss Granger? What do your parents do in the Muggle world?
Hermione: My parents are dentists. [Everyone except Harry looks at her in confusion] They tend to people's teeth.
Slughorn: Fascinating. And is that considered a dangerous profession?
Hermione: No... Although, one boy, Robbie Fenwick did bite my father once. He needed ten stitches.
[Once again, everyone except Harry looks at her in confusion]

Harry: What brings you here, sir?
Slughorn: [good-naturedly/drunkenly] Oh, the Three Broomsticks and I go way back! Farther back than I care to admit! Ho ho ho... Why I can remember when it was just ONE Broomstick! [Slughorn chuckles and spills his drink all over the table, splashing Hermione; she jumps away] Whoops! All hands on deck, there, Granger!

McGonagall: [to Harry, Ron, and Hermione] Why is it, whenever something happens, it is always you three?
Ron: Believe me, Professor, I’ve been asking myself the same question for six years.

[About the cursed necklace]
Harry: It was Malfoy.
McGonagall: That is a very serious accusation, Potter!
Snape: Indeed. Your evidence?
Harry: I just know.
Snape: You just know? [pause] Once again you astonish with your gifts Potter, gifts mere mortals can only dream of possessing. How grand it must be... to be the Chosen One.

[Harry and Ron are lying in bed]
Ron: [about Ginny and Dean] What is it he sees in her?
Harry: She's smart... funny... attractive...
Ron: Attractive?
Harry: Well you know... she has nice... skin.
Ron: Skin. So you think Dean's dating my sister because of her skin?
Harry: Well, no, I'm just saying it could be a contributing factor.
Ron: Hermione's got nice skin. You know, as skin goes, I mean.
Harry: I-I've never really thought about it. But I suppose, yeah. Very nice. [long pause] ...I think I'll be going to sleep now.

Slughorn: Some of your classmates... well, let's just say they're unlikely to make the shelf.
Harry: Shelf, sir?
[Slughorn points to a wall of portraits of his favorite students.]
Slughorn: Anyone who aspires to be anyone ends up here. But then again, you already are someone, aren't you, Harry?
Harry: Did Voldemort ever make the shelf, sir? [Slughorn freezes] You knew him, didn't you, sir? Tom Riddle? You were his teacher.
Slughorn: Mr. Riddle had a number of teachers whilst he was here at Hogwarts.
Harry: What was he like? [no response] I'm sorry, sir. Forgive me. He killed my parents.
Slughorn: I... of course, it's only natural you should want to know more. But I'm afraid I must disappoint you, Harry. When I first met young Mr. Riddle, he was a quiet, albeit brilliant boy committed to becoming a first-rate wizard. Not unlike others I've known. Not unlike yourself, in fact. If the monster existed, it was buried deep within.

[After the Quidditch match, before which Harry pretended to put Felix Felicis in Ron's drink]
Hermione: [To Harry] You really shouldn't have done it.
Harry: I know. I suppose I could've just used a Confundus Charm.
Hermione: That was different. That was tryouts. This was an actual game. [Harry takes the vial of Felix Felicis out of his shirt pocket and shows it to Hermione, who looks at it in confusion] You didn't put it in. Ron only thought you did.
[Harry nods]

[Hermione has run off from a Quidditch celebration party after seeing Ron kiss Lavender Brown. Harry finds her in a classroom with some birds flying around her.]
Hermione: [Tearfully] Charms spell. I'm just practicing.
Harry: Well, they're really good. [sits down]
Hermione: How does it feel, Harry? When you see Dean with Ginny? I know. I see the way you look at her. You're my best friend.
[Ron and Lavender come running in, laughing. Harry gives them a dirty look.]
Lavender: Oops! I think this room's taken! [runs off]
Ron: What's with the birds?
[Hermione stands up angrily.]
Hermione: Oppugno.
[Ron runs off and the birds chase him, crashing into the door. Ron leaves. Hermione sits down and starts to cry into Harry's shoulder.]
Harry: It feels like this.

Hermione: [about Romilda Vane] She's only interested in you because she thinks you're the Chosen One.
Harry: But I am the Chosen One. [Hermione hits him on the head with a rolled up newspaper.] Sorry, um, kidding.

[Hermione is being offered an hors d’oeuvre at Slughorn's Christmas party after evading McLaggen]
Waiter: Dragon Tartare?
Hermione: No, I’m fine, thank you.
Waiter: Probably just as well, they give one horrible breath.
Hermione: On second thoughts... [Grabs tray and gobbles one] Maybe it'll keep Cormac at bay... oh God, here he comes!
[Hermione slips out before she is seen by McLaggen]
Harry: I think she just went to powder her nose.
McLaggen: Slippery little minx your friend is. Likes to work her mouth, too, doesn’t she?
[McLaggen eats one of the hors d’oeuvres off of a tray Harry is holding while talking to him.]
McLaggen: What is this I'm eating, by the way?
Harry: [tentatively] Dragon Balls.
[Snape joins them behind the curtain. McLaggen throws up on Snape's shoes.]
Snape: [pause] You've just bought yourself a month's detention, McLaggen - [Harry tries to leave] not... so quick, Potter!
Harry: Sir, I really think I should rejoin the party. My date...
Snape: Can surely survive another minute or two. Besides, I only wish to convey a message.
Harry: Message?
Snape: From Professor Dumbledore. He asked me to give you his best and he hopes you enjoy your holiday. You see, he’s traveling, and he won’t return until term resumes.
Harry: Traveling where?
[Snape is silent and then walks off.]

[Ginny has stolen a place beside Harry on the couch in a secluded corner of the Burrow on Christmas Eve. She has an eager expression. Arthur gets up and walks off]
Ginny: [taking a mince pie from the plate on her lap] Open up, you. [Smiling broadly as he looks surprised] Don't you trust me? [she feeds him the mince pie]
Harry: It's good...
[Ron approaches and sits down between them with a platter of even larger mince pies. Ginny looks somewhat crestfallen, as does Harry.]
Ron: [as he is sitting down] Yeah, I'll just... Get... Yeah. [Offering the platter] Pie?
Harry: [curtly] Not for me, no.

[Harry, still fully dressed, is sitting on the steps looking uneasily out of the window. Ginny, who has evidently just washed up, runs into him on her way up to bed.]
Ginny: Has Ron gone to bed?
Harry: Um... [looks upstairs] not yet, no.
Ginny: [indicating his feet] Shoelace. [Harry bends down to re-tie his shoelaces, but Ginny gets there first. When she has finished, she straightens up and moves closer to him.] Merry Christmas, Harry.
Harry: Merry Christmas.
[They lean in to kiss, but Bellatrix's fireball interrupts them.]

[Harry watches a faked memory of Tom Riddle at a Slug Club dinner party.]
Slughorn: [To Tom] I'd like to know where you get your information. More knowledgeable than half the staff, you are. [Someone in Tom's gang laughs]
Tom Riddle - Age 16: Sir, is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring?
Slughorn: Now, Tom, I couldn't tell you if I knew, could I? By the way, thank you for the pineapple. You're quite right, it is my favorite. But how did you know?
Tom Riddle - Age 16: Intuition.
Slughorn: Good gracious, is it that time, already? Off you go, boys, or Professor Dippet will have us all in detention. [Everyone but Tom leaves. Tom taps the hourglass, and Slughorn notices Tom is still there] Look sharp, Tom. Don't want to be caught out of bed after hours. Is something on your mind, Tom?
Tom Riddle - Age 16: Yes, sir. You see, 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.
Tom Riddle - Age 16: 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... [He makes an unintelligible sound and Slughorn stares in bewilderment.]
Slughorn: I beg your pardon? I don't know anything about such things and if I did, I wouldn't tell you! Now get out of here at once AND DON'T EVER LET ME CATCH YOU MENTIONING IT AGAIN! [The memory becomes cloudy and ends]

[Harry and Ginny are in the Room of Requirement]
Ginny: Close your eyes. That way you can’t be tempted. [she hides the Half-Blood Prince's book, then kisses Harry] That can stay hidden up here too, if you like.
[a short time later, Harry is walking down the hallway, in a daze. Ron appears beside him]
Ron: So, did you and Ginny do it, then?
Harry: [alarmed] What?
Ron: You know, hide the book?
Harry: Oh... yeah.

Lavender: [noticing Hermione at Ron's side in the Hospital Wing] What's she doing here!?
Hermione: I might ask you the same question!
Lavender: I happen to be his girlfriend!
Hermione: I happen to be his... friend.
Lavender: Don't make me laugh. You haven't spoken in weeks! I suppose you want to make up now that he's suddenly all interesting!
Hermione: He's been poisoned, you daft dimbo! And for the record, I've always found him interesting.
[Ron stirs]
Lavender: Ah! See? He senses my presence. [leans down] Don't worry, Won-Won! I'm here. I'm here.
Ron: [croaks] Uh... Hermione... Her... my... nee. Hermione...
[Hermione tenderly takes Ron's hand. Lavender runs out in tears. Awkward silence.]
Dumbledore: [jovially] Oh, to be young and to feel love's keen sting. Well, come away everyone... Mr. Weasley is well tended.
[They all leave]
Ginny: [whispering to Harry] About time, too. Don't you think?
Harry: [To Madam Pomfrey as she puts something on Ron's bedside table] Thank you.
Hermione: [noticing Harry's expression] Oh, shut up.
[Harry leaves as Hermione continues to clutch Ron's hand and smiles tenderly at him.]

[Slughorn is snipping tentacular leaves through a window in the greenhouse. Harry, who is walking by, notices Slughorn and walks up behind him, startling him.]
Slughorn: [Gasps in surprise] Merlin's beard, Harry!
Harry: Oh, sorry, sir, I should've announced myself. Cleared my throat. Coughed. You probably feared I was Professor Sprout!
Slughorn: Yes, I did actually! ...What made you think that?
Harry: Oh, well, just the general behavior, sir - the sneaking around, jumping when you saw me... Are those tentacular leaves, sir? They're very valuable, aren't they?
Slughorn: Ten Galleons a leaf to the right buyer! ...Not that I'm familiar with any such back alley transactions, but one does hear rumors. My own interests are purely academic, of course.
Harry: Personally, these plants always kind of freak me out.

[Slughorn pursues Harry, under the influence of Felix Felicis, across the grounds.]
Slughorn: Harry, I must insist you accompany me back to the castle immediately!
Harry: That would be counter-productive, sir!
Slughorn: What makes you say that?
Harry: No idea.

[Trying to persuade Slughorn, who is drunk, to divulge his true memory]
Harry: I'm going to tell you something - something others have only guessed at. It's true. I am the Chosen One, only I can destroy him, but in order to do so, I need to know what Tom Riddle asked you all those years ago in your office, and I need to know what you told him. Be brave, sir. Be brave like my mother. Otherwise you disgrace her. Otherwise she died for nothing. Otherwise the bowl will remain empty, forever.
Slughorn: Please... don't think badly of me when you see it. You've no idea how he was like, even then. [Withdraws memory]

[Harry watches Slughorn's real memory, which starts with Tom tapping the hourglass]
Tom Riddle - Age 16: [approaching Slughorn] I was in the library the other night, in the Restricted Section, and I read something rather odd about a bit of rare magic. It's called, as I understand it... a Horcrux.
Slughorn: I beg your pardon?
Tom Riddle - Age 16: A 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 this is very dark stuff. Very dark indeed.
Tom Riddle - Age 16: Which is why I came to you.
Slughorn: [Stares at Tom for a second] A Horcrux is an object in which a person has concealed part of their soul.
Tom Riddle - Age 16: But I don't understand how that works, sir.
Slughorn: One splits ones 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 - Age 16: Protected?
Slughorn: That part of your soul that is hidden lives on. In other words, you cannot die.
Tom Riddle - Age 16: [Looks into the fireplace] And how does one split his soul, sir?
Slughorn: I think you already know the answer to that, Tom.
Tom Riddle - Age 16: Murder.
Slughorn: Yes. Killing rips the soul apart. It's a violation against nature.
Tom Riddle - Age 16: [Adjusting ring on his finger, the same one in present day Dumbledore's office] Can you only split the soul once? For instance, isn't seven...
Slughorn: Seven? Merlin's beard, Tom! Isn't it bad enough to consider killing one person? To rip the soul into seven pieces... This is all hypothetical, isn't it, Tom? All academic?
Tom Riddle - Age 16: [Smiling] Of course, sir. It'll be our little secret.
[Memory goes cloudy and ends]

Dumbledore: Good evening, Draco. What brings you here on this fine, spring evening?
Malfoy: Who else is here? I heard you talking.
Dumbledore: I often talk aloud to myself. I find it extraordinarily useful. Have you been whispering to yourself, Draco? Draco, you are no assassin.
Malfoy: How do you know what I am?! I've done things that would shock you!
Dumbledore: Like cursing Katie Bell and hoping that, in return, she would bear a cursed necklace to me? Like replacing a bottle of mead with one laced with poison? Forgive me, Draco, but I cannot help feeling these actions are so weak that your heart can't really have been in them.
Malfoy: He trusts me! I was chosen! [reveals the Dark Mark on his left arm]
Dumbledore: Then I shall make it easy for you... [raises his wand]
Malfoy: Expelliarmus!
Dumbledore: [wand flies out of his hand] Very good, very good. [door opens in the distance] You're not alone? There are others? How?
Malfoy: The Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement. I've been mending it.
Dumbledore: Let me guess; It has a sister? A twin?
Malfoy: At Borgin & Burkes. They form a passage.
Dumbledore: Ingenius. Draco, years ago, I knew a boy who made all the wrong choices. Please let me help you.
Malfoy: [breaking into tears] I don't want your help! Don't you understand? I have to do this! I have to kill you! Or he's gonna kill me...
Bellatrix: [walking into the astronomy tower followed by Death Eaters] Well, look what we have here. Well done, Draco!
Dumbledore: Good evening, Bellatrix. I think introductions are in order, don't you think?
Bellatrix: Love to, Albus, but I'm afraid we're on a bit of a tight schedule. [to Draco] Do it!
Greyback: He doesn't have the stomach... just like his father. Let me finish him in my own way.
Bellatrix: No! The Dark Lord was clear; The boy's to do it. This is your moment. Do it! Go on, Draco! NOW!
[Malfoy lowers his wand]
Snape: No. [steps in]
Dumbledore: Severus... please.
[short pause]
Snape: [pained] Avada Kedavra!
[The spell hits Dumbledore. He is knocked over the rail behind him and falls from the tower, as Harry witnesses everything]

Harry: Incarcerous! [Snape blocks the spell] Fight back! You coward, fight back!
[Bellatrix knocks Harry backwards with a spell]
Snape: No! He belongs to the Dark Lord!
[Bellatrix reluctantly walks away. Snape glances at Harry briefly before beginning to leave.]
Harry: Sectumsempra!
[Snape knocks Harry backwards, then approaches him slowly]
Snape: You dare use my own spells against me, Potter? [Harry stares in horror] Yes. I'm the Half-Blood Prince. [Kicks Harry's wand away and leaves]

[Harry enters Dumbledore's office alone and watches everything, McGonagall enters to tell Harry]
McGonagall: Potter... In light of what has happened; if you should have the need to talk to someone... You should know, Professor Dumbledore... You meant a great deal to him.

[Final scene, in the Astronomy Tower with Harry, Ron and Hermione]
Hermione: Do you think he would've done it? Draco.
Harry: No. No, he was lowering his wand. In the end, it was Snape. It was always Snape. I did nothing. [Harry gives the locket to Hermione] It's fake. Open it.
Hermione: [opens the locket and reads the message] "To the Dark Lord: I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. R.A.B." R.A.B.?
Harry: Don't know. But whoever they are, they have the real Horcrux. It means it was all a waste. All of it.
Hermione: Ron's okay with it, you know. You and Ginny. If I were you when he's around, I'd keep snogging to a minimum.
Harry: I'm not coming back, Hermione. I've got to finish whatever Dumbledore started. And I don't know where that'll lead me, but I'll let you and Ron know where I am... when I can.
Hermione: I've always admired your courage, Harry. But sometimes, you can be really thick. You don't really think you're going to be able to find all those Horcruxes by yourself, do you? You need us, Harry.
Harry: Just do me a favor. When I’m around, keep the snogging to a minimum, please.
Hermione: [chuckles] Like that’s going to happen. Besides, he’s barking.
Harry: Funny, he says the same thing about you.
Hermione: Yes, but I’m exceptionally perceptive.
Harry: [chuckles] You’re brilliant. You’re both brilliant. I never realized how beautiful this place was.


  • Dark Secrets Revealed
  • Once again I must ask too much of you, Harry.
  • To know the future, you must return to the past.


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