The following trailer has not been approved by the Motion Picture Association of America, any more than the last one was, but I like to think I've made one they'd consider safe for the target audience. This film has still not yet been rated, or indeed been filming very long. At the time I started writing, I had yet to hear who would be playing the character who owns this trailer.

[Warner Bros. logo appears; music begins.]

"Well?" Professor Trelawney prompted delicately. "What do you see?"

Harry cast his mind around and it landed on Buckbeak. "A hippogriff," he said firmly.

"Indeed!" whispered Professor Trelawney, scribbling keenly on the parchment perched upon her knees.

("I bet you're not dangerous at all, are you?" [Malfoy] said to the hippogriff. "Are you, you great ugly brute?"

It happened in a flash of steely talons; Malfoy let out a high-pitched scream and...lay curled in the grass, blood blossoming over his robes.)

"Look closer....Does the hippogriff appear to...have its head?"

(There was a jumble of indistinct male voices, a silence, and then, without warning, the unmistakable swish and thud of an axe.

Hermione swayed on the spot. "They did it!" she whispered to Harry. "I d-don't believe it — they did it!")

Professor Trelawney sighed. "Well, dear, I think we'll leave it there....A little disappointing...but I'm sure you did your best."

Relieved, Harry got up, picked up his bag and turned to go, but then a loud, harsh voice spoke behind him.

"IT WILL HAPPEN TO-NIGHT."

("What's the matter with you, you stupid rat? Stay still — OUCH! He bit me!")

Harry wheeled around. Professor Trelawney had gone rigid in her armchair; her eyes were unfocused and her mouth sagging.

"THE DARK LORD LIES ALONE AND FRIENDLESS, ABANDONED BY HIS FOLLOWERS."

("Where is he, Sirius?")

"HIS SERVANT HAS BEEN CHAINED THESE TWELVE YEARS."

("What's the matter, gone soft in Azkaban?")

"TO-NIGHT, BEFORE MIDNIGHT...THE SERVANT WILL BREAK FREE AND SET OUT TO REJOIN HIS MASTER."

("If all goes well, you will be able to save more than one innocent life to-night."

And then it hit him. "Hermione, we're going to save Buckbeak!")

"THE DARK LORD WILL RISE AGAIN WITH HIS SERVANT'S AID, GREATER AND MORE TERRIBLE THAN EVER HE WAS."

(And then Harry saw them. Dementors, at least a hundred of them, gliding in a black mass around the lake toward them.)

"TO-NIGHT...BEFORE MIDNIGHT...THE SERVANT...WILL SET OUT...TO REJOIN...HIS MASTER..."

(The hippogriff took off into the air....He and his rider became smaller and smaller...then a cloud drifted across the moon....They were gone.)

Then, quite suddenly, Professor Trelawney's head snapped up again.

"Is there anything wrong, my dear?"

"You — you just told me that the — the Dark Lord's going to rise again...that his servant's going to go back to him...."

Professor Trelawney looked thoroughly startled.

"I think you must have dozed off too, dear! I would certainly not presume to predict anything quite as far-fetched as that!"