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To Jack Thorne
who entered my world
and did beautiful things there.
— J.K. Rowling
For Joe, Louis, Max, Sonny, and Merle . . . wizards all . . .
— John Tiffany
To Elliott Thorne, born April 7, 2016.
As we rehearsed, he gurgled.
— Jack Thorne
CONTENTS
PART ONE
ACT ONE
ACT TWO
PART TWO
ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
ABOUT THE PRODUCTION
BIOGRAPHIES OF THE ORIGINAL STORY TEAM
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
ACT ONE, SCENE ONE
KING’S CROSS
A busy and crowded station. Full of people trying to go somewhere. Amongst the hustle and bustle, two large cages rattle on top of two laden trolleys. They’re being pushed by two boys, JAMES POTTER and ALBUS POTTER, their mother, GINNY, follows after. A thirty-seven-year-old man, HARRY, has his daughter, LILY, on his shoulders.
ALBUS: Dad. He keeps saying it.
HARRY: James, give it a rest.
JAMES: I only said he might be in Slytherin. And he might so . . . (Off his dad’s glare.) Fine.
ALBUS (looking up at his mum): You’ll write to me, won’t you?
GINNY: Every day if you want us to.
ALBUS: No. Not every day. James says most people only get letters from home about once a month. I don’t want to . . .
HARRY: We wrote to your brother three times a week last year.
ALBUS: What? James!
ALBUS looks accusingly at JAMES.
GINNY: Yes. You may not want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts. He likes a laugh, your brother.
JAMES (with a grin): Can we go now, please?
ALBUS looks at his dad, and then his mum.
GINNY: All you have to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms nine and ten.
LILY: I’m so excited.
HARRY: Don’t stop and don’t be scared you’ll crash into it, that’s very important. Best to do it at a run if you’re nervous.
ALBUS: I’m ready.
HARRY and LILY put their hands on ALBUS’s trolley — GINNY joins JAMES’s trolley — together, the family run hard into the barrier.
ACT ONE, SCENE TWO
PLATFORM NINE AND THREE-QUARTERS
Which is covered in thick white steam pouring from the HOGWARTS EXPRESS.
And which is also busy — but instead of people in sharp suits going about their day — it’s now wizards and witches in robes mostly trying to work out how to say good-bye to their beloved progeny.
ALBUS: This is it.
LILY: Wow!
ALBUS: Platform nine and three-quarters.
LILY: Where are they? Are they here? Maybe they didn’t come?
HARRY points out RON, HERMIONE, and their daughter, ROSE. LILY runs hard up to them.
Uncle Ron. Uncle Ron!!!
RON turns towards them as LILY goes barreling up to him. He picks her up into his arms.
RON: If it isn’t my favorite Potter.
LILY: Have you got my trick?
RON: Are you aware of the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes–certified nose-stealing breath?
ROSE: Mum! Dad’s doing that lame thing again.
HERMIONE: You say lame, he says glorious, I say — somewhere in between.
RON: Hang on. Let me just munch this . . . air. And now it’s just a simple matter of . . . Excuse me if I smell slightly of garlic . . .
He breathes on her face. LILY giggles.
LILY: You smell of porridge.
RON: Bing. Bang. Boing. Young lady, get ready to not being able to smell at all . . .
He lifts her nose off.
LILY: Where’s my nose?
RON: Ta-da!
His hand is empty. It’s a lame trick. Everyone enjoys its lameness.
LILY: You are silly.
ALBUS: Everyone’s staring at us again.
RON: Because of me! I’m extremely famous. My nose experiments are legendary!
HERMIONE: They’re certainly something.
HARRY: Parked all right, then?
RON: I did. Hermione didn’t believe I could pass a Muggle driving test, did you? She thought I’d have to Confund the examiner.
HERMIONE: I thought nothing of the kind, I have complete faith in you.
ROSE: And I have complete faith he did Confund the examiner.
RON: Oi!
ALBUS: Dad . . .
ALBUS pulls on HARRY’s robes. HARRY looks down.
Do you think — what if I am — what if I’m put in Slytherin . . .
HARRY: And what would be wrong with that?
ALBUS: Slytherin is the House of the snake, of Dark Magic . . . It’s not a House of brave wizards.
HARRY: Albus Severus, you were named after two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew.
ALBUS: But just say . . .
HARRY: If it matters to you, you, the Sorting Hat will take your feelings into account.
ALBUS: Really?
HARRY: It did for me.
This is something he’s never said before, it resonates around his head a moment.
Hogwarts will be the making of you, Albus. I promise you, there is nothing to be frightened of there.