Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

HARRY: I shouldn’t have survived — it was my destiny to die — even Dumbledore thought so — and yet I lived. I beat Voldemort. All these people — all these people — my parents, Fred, the Fallen Fifty — and it’s me that gets to live? How is that? All this damage — and it’s my fault.

GINNY: They were killed by Voldemort.

HARRY: But if I’d stopped him sooner? All that blood on my hands. And now our son has been taken too —

GINNY: He’s not dead. Do you hear me, Harry? He’s not dead.

She takes

HARRY

in her arms. There is a big pause filled with pure unhappiness.

HARRY: The Boy Who Lived. How many people have to die for the Boy Who Lived?

HARRY

sways a moment, unsure. Then he notices the blanket. He walks towards it.

This blanket is all I have, you know . . . of that Hallows’ Eve. This is all I have to remember them. And whilst —

He picks up the blanket. He discovers it has holes in it. He looks at it, dismayed.

This has got holes in it. Ron’s idiotic love potion has burnt through it, right through it. Look at this. It’s ruined. Ruined.

He opens up the blanket. He sees writing burnt through it. He’s surprised.

What?

GINNY: Harry, it has — something — written —

On another part of the stage,

ALBUS

and

SCORPIUS

appear.

ALBUS: “Dad . . .”

SCORPIUS: We’re starting with “Dad”?

ALBUS: So he’ll know it’s from me.

SCORPIUS: Harry is his name. We should start with “Harry.”

ALBUS (firm): We’re starting with “Dad.”

HARRY: “Dad,” does it say, “Dad”? It’s not that distinct . . .

SCORPIUS: “Dad, HELP.”

GINNY: “Hello”? Does that say “Hello”? And then . . . “Good.”

HARRY: “Dad Hello Good Hello”? No. This is . . . a strange joke.

ALBUS: “Dad. Help. Godric’s Hollow.”

GINNY: Give me that. My eyesight is better than yours. Yes. “Dad Hello Good” — that’s not “Hello” again — that’s “Hallow” or “Hollow”? And then some numbers — these are clearer — “3 — 1 — 1 — 0 — 8 — 1.” Is this one of those Muggle telephone numbers? Or a grid reference or a . . .

HARRY

looks up, several thoughts smashing through his brain at once.

HARRY: No. It’s a date. 31st October, 1981. The date my parents were killed.

GINNY

looks at

HARRY

, and then back at the blanket.

GINNY: That doesn’t say “Hello.” It says “Help.”

HARRY: “Dad. Help. Godric’s Hollow. 31/10/81.” It’s a message. Clever boy left me a message.

HARRY

kisses

GINNY

hard.

GINNY: Albus wrote this?

HARRY: And he’s told me where they are and when they are and now we know where she is, we know where we can fight her.

He kisses her hard again.

GINNY: We haven’t got them back again yet.

HARRY: I’ll send an owl to Hermione. You send one to Draco. Tell them to meet us at Godric’s with the Time-Turner.

GINNY: And it is “us,” okay? Don’t even think about going back without me, Harry.

HARRY: Of course you’re coming. We have a chance, Ginny, and by Dumbledore — that’s all that we need — a chance.

ACT FOUR, SCENE SEVEN

GODRIC’S HOLLOW

RON, HERMIONE, DRACO, HARRY, and GINNY walk through a present-day Godric’s Hollow. A busy market town (it’s expanded over the years).

HERMIONE: Godric’s Hollow. It must be twenty years . . .

GINNY: Is it just me or are there more Muggles about . . .

HERMIONE: It’s become quite popular as a weekend break.

DRACO: I can see why — look at the thatched roofs. And is that a farmers’ market?

HERMIONE

approaches

HARRY

— who is looking around himself, overwhelmed by all that he’s seeing.

HERMIONE: You remember when we were last here? This feels just like old times.

RON: Old times with a few unwelcome ponytails added to the mix.

DRACO

knows a barb when he hears one.

DRACO: Can I just say —

RON: Malfoy, you may be all chummy chummy with Harry, and you may have produced a relatively nice child, but you’ve said some very unfair things to and about my wife . . .

HERMIONE: And your wife doesn’t need you fighting her battles for her.

HERMIONE

looks witheringly at

RON

.

RON

takes the hit.

RON: Fine. But if you say one thing about her or me . . .

DRACO: You’ll do what, Weasley?

HERMIONE: He’ll hug you. Because we’re all on the same team, aren’t we, Ron?

RON (hesitating in the face of her unwavering gaze): Fine. I, um, I think you’ve got really nice hair. Draco.