Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter? Famous Harry Potter. Can't even go into a bookshop without leading the front page.
Ginny Weasley Leave him alone.
Oh, look, Potter. Got yourself a girlfriend.
[Places the silver snake of his walking stick on Draco's shoulder]
Now, now, Draco. Play nicely. [To Harry] Lucius Malfoy. Your scar is legend. As is, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you.
Voldemort killed my parents. He was nothing more than a murderer.
Hmm, you must be very brave to mention his name... or very foolish.
Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.
And you must be... Miss Granger. Yes, Draco's told me all about you... and your parents. Muggles, aren't they? [Looks at Ron] Let me see. Red hair, vacant expressions... [Takes a book out of Ginny's cauldron] tatty, secondhand book. You must be the Weasleys.
[The Weasley brothers enter the Burrow, quietly, as Harry looks around, with amazement]
It's not much, but it's home.
M Molly
[comes downstairs; annoyed]
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! [notices Harry; kindly] Harry, how wonderful to see you, dear. [to her sons; miffed] Beds empty?! No note?! Car gone?! You could have died! You could have been seen! Of course, I don't blame you, Harry, dear.
They were starving him, Mum. There were bars on his window.
M Molly
[sternly]
Well, you best hope I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley! Come on, Harry, time for a spot of breakfast. [A short time later, she makes breakfast as Ginny comes down the stairs and enters the kitchen] Here we are, Harry. Now tuck in. That's it. There we go.
Ginny Mummy, have you seen my jumper?
M Molly
Yes, dear, it was on the cat.
[when Ginny sees him in surprise]
Hello. [Ginny shyly runs off; confused] What did I do?
Ginny. She's been talking about you all summer. Bit annoying, really.
A Arthur
Morning, Weasleys!
FG Fred, George and Ron
Morning, Dad.
A Arthur
What a night. Nine raids. Nine!
Dad works in the Ministry of Magic, in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. Dad loves Muggles, thinks they're fascinating.
A Arthur
Well, now, and who are you?
Oh, sorry, sir. I'm Harry, sir, Harry Potter.
A Arthur
Good Lord, are you really? Well, Ron has told us all about you, of course. When did he get here?
M Molly
This morning. Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night.
A Arthur
Did you really? How'd it go? I mean, that was very wrong, indeed, boys. Very wrong of you. Now, Harry, you must know all about Muggles. Tell me, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?
M Molly
Well, that'll be Errol with the post. [Errol bumps into the window due to his poorly eyesight] Oh, fetch it, will you, Percy, please?
P Percy
Oh, look, it's our Hogwarts letters. And they've sent us Harry's as well.
A Arthur
Dumbledore must know you're here, Harry. Doesn't miss a trick, that man.
F Fred
This lot won't come cheap, Mum. The spell books alone are very expensive.
M Molly
We'll manage. There's only one place we're going to get all of this: Diagon Alley.
M Malfoy
[Malfoy corners Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley children at Flourish & Blotts Bookstore after Harry unwillingly gets his picture taken with Lockhart]
Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter? Famous Harry Potter! Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page!
Ginny [firmly]
Leave him alone.
M Malfoy
[Smirking]
Oh, look, Potter. You've got yourself a girlfriend!
[Places the hard, silver steel snake end of his walking stick on Draco's shoulder]
Now, now, Draco. Play nicely. [To Harry] Mr. Potter. Lucius Malfoy. We meet at last. [Pulls Harry closer] Forgive me. [Uses the silver snake to pull back Harry's bangs; sees his scar] Your scar is legend. As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you.
[firmly]
Voldemort killed my parents. He was nothing more than a murderer.
Hmm. You must be very brave to mention his name. Or very foolish.
[Indirectly quoting Dumbledore]
Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.
And you must be Miss Granger. Yes, Draco's told me all about you... and your parents. [Glances at the Grangers, who are speaking with Arthur] Muggles, aren't they? [Looks at Ron] Let me see. Red hair, vacant expressions... [Takes a book out of Ginny's cauldron] Tatty, secondhand book. [Smiles coldly] You must be the Weasleys.
AW Arthur Weasley
[Arriving and attempting to ignore Lucius]
Children, it's mad in here. Let's go outside.
Well, well, well. Weasley Senior.
AW Arthur Weasley
Lucius.
Busy time at the Ministry, Arthur? All those extra raids; I do hope they're paying you overtime. [Picks up one of Ginny's books] Though judging by the state of this, I'd say not. [Places the book back in Ginny's cauldron; another book has been slipped in with it, though only Harry notices] What's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard... if they don't even pay you well for it?
AW Arthur Weasley
We have a very different idea about what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy.
Clearly. Associating with Muggles... And I thought your family could sink no lower. [Arthur glares at him as if ready to hit him] I'll see you at work.
M Malfoy
See you at school.
[Lucius and Draco leave]
