[At the Quidditch World Cup. Draco is sitting in his room, reading a book.]
Draco:Oh Jane, can’t you see how much Mr. Rochester loves you?
[Mr Malfoy walks in.]
Mr Malfoy:What is this (sneers) drivel that you are reading?
Draco:(angrily) It’s not drivel, it’s my (s) … life.
Mr Malfoy:That’s it! (s) We’re going to the Quidditch World Cup!
Draco:(shouts) I DON’T WANT TO.
Mr Malfoy:If you loved me, (s) you would.
Draco:(turns around with tears in his eyes) I thought I still did.
Mr Malfoy:(s) That’s it.
[Mr Malfoy grabs Draco by his hair and drags him out of the room. Dramatic music.]
[The Weasley’s, Harry and Hermione are all sitting in the box-thing. There is an empty chair next to Harry.]
Harry:(waving) Bye then!
Hermione:Who were you talking to, Harry?
Harry:Winky. She’s just gone to get snacks.
Hermione:Oh, I see.
Ron:(hits Hermione in the face) shh… it’s starting.
[20thCentury Fox music.]
Harry:(s) Wow! Magic!
Ron:(s) On broomsticks.
[Harry and Ron embrace without taking their eyes from the front. However, in doing so, Harry sticks his behind out so that his wand is sticking out.]
Hermione:(in between the two) I… can’t… breathe.
[Harry’s wand disappears. Dramatic music.]
Harry: (s) Did you hear something?
Ron:Only the sound of (s) friendship.
Hermione:(choking noises) NNNNGGGHHH.
[Mr Malfoy and Draco are walking just outside the Quidditch World Cup stadium.]
Mr Malfoy:What did you think of the match, Draco?
Draco:If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.
Mr Malfoy:Shit, is that the time? Got to go do some stuff, see you later, kid.
[Mr Malfoy hurries away, putting on some dark robes and a mask whilst doing so.]
Draco:(sighs) Oh, well. I wonder where Crabbe and Goyle are?
[Harry, Ron and Hermione are running through a forest.]
Harry:What the hell happened?
Ron:(s) SCENES OF UNIMAGINABLE HORROR.
Hermione:Let’s (s) light our wands.
[Hermione and Ron do so. Harry pats his pockets and frowns.]
Ron:Whatever is the (s) matter, Harry?
Harry:(s) I’ve lost my wand.
[Hermione and Ron both gasp and look shocked at the same time.]
Harry:(puts head in hands) How could this happen?
Ron:(pats his back) There, there.
[Draco walks in.]
Draco:Didn’t mean to intrude, but-
Hermione:(points at Draco) YOU DID THIS. YOU STOLE HIS WAND.
Harry:Hermione, I don’t think-
Hermione:You fiend! (s) I BET IT IS YOUR FATHER WHO IS OUT THERE.
Draco:(starts to cry) My father… doesn’t tell me anything. (Buries face in hands)
Harry:(pats Draco on the back) Neither does mine.
Draco:(looks up hopefully) Really?
Ron:(pushes Draco away from Harry) Go away, Malfoy. No one wants you here.
Draco:(looks from Harry to Ron) I see how it is.
[Draco flees. Harry looks after him longingly.]
Hermione:(s) He’s such a tool.
Ron:I know, right?
[There is a crash offscreen. Everyone swivels towards it.]
Ron:What the (s) Merlin was that?
Harry:Oh, that’s just Winky.
Hermione:Shouldn’t we help her? She seems to be struggling.
Ron:No, house-elvesliketo do some (s) hard work.
Harry:Let’s carry on running then, shall we?
[They do so, to dramatic music.]
[Mr Malfoy, dressed in his robes and mask, is setting fire to things whilst cackling manically. Draco runs up to him.]
Draco:Father! (s) I HAVE FOUND YOU AT LAST!
Mr Malfoy:(Doesn’t stop committing arson) Not now, Draco, (s) I’m busy.
Draco:(s) You’re always busy.
Mr Malfoy:(angrily) Just go to our tent, will you?
Draco:Can’t. The tent’s on fire.
Mr Malfoy:(sighs) Then put it out with magic.
Draco:(frowns) But I can’t use magic outside of school.
Mr Malfoy:(turns to Draco) Were you always a whiny little bitch?
[Draco looks mortified. Dramatic music.]
[Harry and the gang are still running from the woods.]
Hermione:Wait, what are we running from?
Harry:(s) Let’s walk.
Harry:Hey, what’s that (s) sound?
Voice:(offscreen) BRILLIANT! Brilliant!
Ron:I… I don’t know.
Hermione:Guys, (s) shh…
Voice:(still off-screen but getting closer) Well, well, well… what am I here for again? Ah, yes, I remember. MORSMORDRE!
[A Dark Mark appears in the sky.]
Voice:(off-screen) Aw, is that the time? Allons-y!
[There is a noise like: VWORP VWORP, then silence.]
Ron:(s) I wonder what-
[A jet of light comes out of nowhere and hits Ron on the head, causing him to fall.]
[Another jet of light hits Harry.]
[There is a bang, cursing and the sound of someone falling over.]
Hermione:(s) It’s Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Grange, you nitwits!
[Amos, Arthur, Mr Crouch and Bagman all step forward.]
Arthur:So sorry, Hermione. Amos must not have seen you guys.
[Mr Malfoy is torturing some muggles, with Draco nearby looking sulky.]
Mr Malfoy:(s) Stop being so difficult, Draco.
Mr Malfoy:Look, we can hang out next weekend. How does that sound?
Draco:I’m at school, Dad. (s) Don’t you remember anything?
[Draco runs off. Mr Malfoy looks angry.]
Mr Malfoy:Draco, wait, I-
[The Dark Mark appears in the sky.]
Mr Malfoy:Aw, shit.
[Mr Malfoy disapparates. Dramatic music.]
[Harry and the gang and MoM staff are still in the woods.]
Arthur:So, you’re saying that the elf did it?
Hermione:NO! (s) There was a man.
Bagman:That sounded like an elf?
Ron:NO! (s) He sounded a little Scottish.
Amos:But he looked like an elf?
Harry:NO! (s) He was quite tall and his hair was… dreamy.
Crouch:(s) I’ve heard enough! Obviously, I must fire my elf. Which I have done. Now.
[There is a squeak off-screen.]
Crouch:Quiet, Winky. Now, since it’s late and I’m tired, nothing happened here.
Hermione:What? (s) Well, for one-
[Crouch disapparates. Hermione looks furious. Everyone else shrugs.]
END OF EPISODE THREE.