Deathly Hallows Split Script Contest
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EXT. SHELL COTTAGE BEACH - DAY (MOMENTS LATER)
HARRY ROLLS out of the surf, dazed. The waves SPIT the
others onto the shore. Harry looks around, wipes the sand
from his face.
Is everyone okay?
A SMALL COTTAGE lies peacefully a great distance from them.
Dobby, are we in the right place?
Is this shell cot-
Harry turns; first to Hermione, then at the wounded
house-elf she is staring at.
Dobby is standing, half-submerged, staring at the hilt of
the SILVER KNIFE that pierces his chest. He looks up, gets
hit by a small wave, then tumbles. Harry races over to the
him, kicking through the water. He catches Dobby.
Dobby, you're going to be okay.
You're gonna be fine. You'll have
Hermione shakes her head.
A WAVE CRASHES into Harry, he loses hold of Dobby for a
moment, then regains it. Dobby's eyes stare off into the
twilight sky, then move to catch Harry's.
Dobby, it's not over, we need you-
Another wave SMASHES into them, Harry maintains his balance
Dob- Dobby listen to me...
Harry brushes his fingers past the elf's cool wrinkled
cheeks. Their eyes meet. Find meaning.
Dobby's wide green eyes become still. A faint smile wriggles
it's way across the elf's face, then vanishes. He goes
Dobby - no - HELP! SOMEONE HELP!
Hermione leans against Ron, burying her face into his
Harry cradles Dobby. Another wave hits them, but Harry
clutches the House-elf tight, yelling.
His cries echo into the distance.
EXT. HOGWARTS GROUNDS - SMALL ISLAND - NIGHT
Beneath HOGWARTS CASTLE, a SMALL ISLAND, covered by tall
trees, sits peacefully within the lake. A soft green LIGHT
glows from the water. Silence.
A HEAD suddenly breaks the surface. Slowly but surely,
VOLDEMORT EMERGES from the water, DRY. He steps from the
lake and onto the earth. Eyes glaring. Smiling.
He marches over to the WHITE MARBLE TOMB, scanning it.
see only a few words etched into the surface of the
headstone: HERE LIES ALBUS P. W. B. DUMBLEDORE...
Elegantly, Voldemort presents his wand and gently waves it
over the stone. A rumble, then a piercing CRACK as the
marble parts down the middle, revealing the peaceful and
undisturbed body of DUMBLEDORE.
Voldemort's yew wand falls to the ground as he extends his
arm and waves it over the perfectly preserved corpse. The
ELDER-WAND, clutched between Dumbledore's crossed arms,
INSERT FLASHBACK: DEATH PRESENTING THE ELDER-WAND TO ONE OF
THE THREE BROTHERS.
It floats up and away from its previous owner and gently
nestles itself within the thin, bony hands of its new
master. Voldemort smiles.
The wand extends into the air, LIGHTNING emitting from it
with a SHATTERING CRACKLE. The electricity HITS the THICK
CLOUDS above which seem to EXPLODE into the darkness.
The bright storm ILLUMINATES a few words beveled into the
stone: ...MAY HE REST IN PEACE.
Ecstatic, Voldemort begins to laugh, his voice masked by the
rumble of the skies above.
LS: The small island glows as bright as its reflection in
the lake. The trees boiling. Burning. Shafts of light
BEAM OUT. The BLINDING LIGHT fills the frame.
CUT TO BLACK.