[Harry is in a cupboard under some stairs with Rita Skeeter. She is holding a microphone.]
Rita:So, Harry, how did you (s) feel when your name was pulled out of the Cup?
Harry:Well Rita, initially I felt confusion. (Holds up hands in confused gesture) I mean after the tragedy with my parents-
Rita:The (s) awful tragedy with your parents.
Harry:Right. I mean, was this ever going to (s) stop? The-
Rita:(interrupts) Mind numbing violence and efforts to end your life. You feel as if the sun and stars themselves area against you, that their very light mocks you in a manner that makes you fell exposed, and you only wish to be buried deep within the ground, where this light cannot touch you. But, alas! A chance for glory! A chance to prove that you truly are worthy of your title; The Boy Who Lived.
[There is a pause while Rita looks self-satisfied and Harry stares at her.]
Harry:(icily) What was (s) that?
Rita:I’m just giving it a bit more (s) drama.
Harry:(stands up and shouts) YOU HORRID WOMAN. I AM SO DRAMATIC. NOW GET (angry s) OUT OF THIS CUPBOARD.
[Rita leaves, looking repulsed.]
Harry:(s away and whispers) And out of my life.
Dumbledore:(just outside the cupboard door and thus off-screen) Harry? (knocks) Harry? Why did that (s) strange woman run out of this dark, enclosed space with you crying and looking appalled? What did you (s) do?
Harry:(s) GO AWAY. I wish to be (s) alone.
Dumbledore:Tough luck, toots.
[Dumbledore opens the door, steps inside, grabs Harry and drags him out. Dramatic music.]
[Draco and the gang are having breakfast at the Great Hall.]
Crabbe:Pass the milk please, Draco.
Draco:Okay, Vincent. (He passes Crabbe the milk.)
[Goyle looks on, worried.]
Draco:Why are you (s) looking at us like that?
Goyle:(leans across table and strokes Draco’s face) Are you (s) alright?
Crabbe:(crossly) Of course he is. (s) Why wouldn’t he be?
Goyle:(takes a deep breath) I had a dream…
[Montage of Goyle talking and explaining to Draco and Crabbe, whilst solemn music plays in the background.]
Goyle:… and then Draco ran away screaming.
Crabbe:(nervously) What an inaccurate dream! I never do that! (giggles nervously)
Draco:(looks around) Oh look, mail!
[Harry is in bed in the Gryffindor dorms, staring at the ceiling. Ron walks in.]
Harry:Where’ve you (s) been?
Ron:(icily) Oh, (s) hello.
Harry:Congratulations on (s) what?
Ron:How’d you (s) do it?
Ron:How did you (s) put your name in the Goblet?
Harry:I didn’t. Someone (s) else must have.
Ron:(snaps) But why would someone do (s) that?
Harry:I don’t know. (s) To kill me.
Ron:(angrily) WHY WON’T YOU TELL YOUR (s) BEST FRIEND?
Harry:MAYBE YOU AREN’T MY (s) BEST FRIEND ANYMORE.
[Ron looks shocked. Harry looks sassily at Ron.]
Ron:(close to tears) WELL I HOPE YOU AND CEDRIC ARE VERY HAPPY.
[Ron runs out of the room and slams the door.]
Harry:I don’t (s) need him.
[Ron sneaks back in.]
Ron:My bed’s there, so…
[Ron creeps into his bed and pulls the curtains shut ferociously]
Ron:(from behind curtains) SLAM!
[Draco and the gang are having a slumber party, wearing face masks.]
Crabbe:You’ve been so (s) nice lately, Draco.
Goyle:Yeah! Not that (s) we’re complaining.
Draco:Well, I guess it’s because my mortal enemy may die soon.
Crabbe:(s) Who’s that? Cedric?
Draco:No! (s) Harry Potter.
[There is a pause]
Goyle:Well, aren’t you and him…
Crabbe:You know, you act like you and Harry are…
Draco:(looks like an angry toad) ARE WHAT?
[Harry is at his desk, hunched over a piece of parchment]
Harry:(writes) Dear Sirius,
Wow! A lot has happened since I last wrote to you! Namely, I’ve been somehow put into this tournament where many people have died in! Strange, huh? Also, Cedric Diggory is the other Hogwarts champion. There are other people as well, two less important ones, but I forget their names. Anyway, enough about me, tell me about you! What’s going on? How are you? How is Buckbeak? How’s the love life going? I want you to tell me everything- no details left out. Alright then, I’ve got to go- they still make me do lessons, for some reason. What is up with that?
LOL (that means Lots of Love! Lol),
[Harry seals the envelope and kisses it, then hands it to Hedwig.]
Harry:(whispers) Fly my sweet angel, (s) fly.
[Hedwig “flies” away, into a sunset. Dramatic music.]
[All the cast is gathered around the Great Hall]
Harry:(smiles at camera) Hello everyone.
Hermione:We’d like to thank you all for being so supportive.
Ron:And for all of your awesome critique and comments.
Draco:We’d also like to apologise for the late upload.
Crabbe:The writer wasn’t feeling too crash hot.
Goyle:But with that aside, we’d all like to say:
End of Episode Nine