Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 22011

Albus Dumbledore:
Harry, you wonderful boy. You brave man. Let us walk.

Harry Potter:
Professor, what is that?

Albus Dumbledore:
Something beyond either of our help. A part of Voldemort, sent here to die.

Harry Potter:
And exactly where are we?

Albus Dumbledore:
I was going to ask you that. Where would you say that we are?

Harry Potter:
Well, it looks like King's Cross Station, only cleaner, and without all the trains.

Albus Dumbledore:
King's Cross, is that right? This is, as they say, your party. I expect you now realize that you and Voldemort have been connected by something other than fate, since that night in Godric's Hollow all those years ago.

Harry Potter:
So it's true then, isn't it, Sir? A part of him lives in me, doesn't it?

Albus Dumbledore:
Did. It was just destroyed many moments ago by none other than Voldemort himself. You were the Horcux he never meant to make, Harry.

[They sit on a bench]

Harry Potter:
I have to go back, haven't I?

Albus Dumbledore:
Oh, that's up to you.

Harry Potter:
I have a choice?

Albus Dumbledore:
Oh, yes. We're in King's Cross, you say? I think if you so desired, you'd be able to board a train.

Harry Potter:
And where would it take me?

Albus Dumbledore:
[chuckles] On.

[Dumbledore begins walking away]

Harry Potter:
Voldemort has the Elder Wand.

Albus Dumbledore:
True.

Harry Potter:
And the snake's still alive.

Albus Dumbledore:
Yes.

Harry Potter:
And I've nothing to kill it with.

Albus Dumbledore:
[walks back to Harry] Help will always be given at Hogwarts, Harry, to those who ask for it. I've always prized myself on my ability to turn a phrase. Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it. But I would, in this case, amend my original statement to this: "Help would always be given at Hogwarts to those who deserve it." Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living. And above all, those who live without love.

Harry Potter:
Professor, my mother's Patronus was a doe, wasn't it? It's the same as Professor Snape's. It's curious, don't you think?

Albus Dumbledore:
Actually, if I think about it, it doesn't seem curious at all. I'll be going now, Harry. [turns to leave]

Harry Potter:
Professor? Is this all real? Or is it just happening inside my head?

Albus Dumbledore:
Of course it's happening inside your head, Harry. Why should that mean that it's not real? [he fades into the light]

Harry Potter:
Professor, what shall I do? Professor?