DELPHI: Just let me — see him.
HARRY: I can’t and I won’t.
DELPHI (truly pitiful): Then kill me.
HARRY thinks a moment.
HARRY: I can’t do that either.
ALBUS: What? Dad? She’s dangerous.
HARRY: No, Albus . . .
ALBUS: But she’s a murderer — I’ve seen her murder —
HARRY turns and looks at his son and then at GINNY.
HARRY: Yes. Albus, she’s a murderer, and we’re not.
HERMIONE: We have to be better than them.
RON: Yeah, it’s annoying but it’s what we learnt.
DELPHI: Take my mind. Take my memory. Make me forget who I am.
RON: No. We’ll take you back to our time.
HERMIONE: And you’ll go to Azkaban. Same as your mother.
DRACO: Where you’ll rot.
HARRY hears a noise. A hissing noise.
And then there is a noise like death — a noise like nothing else we’ve heard before.
Haaarry Pottttter . . .
SCORPIUS: What’s that?
HARRY: No. No. Not yet.
ALBUS: What?
RON: Voldemort.
DELPHI: Father?
HERMIONE: Now? Here?
DELPHI: Father!
DRACO: Silencio! (DELPHI is gagged.) Wingardium Leviosa! (She is sent upwards and away.)
HARRY: He’s coming. He’s coming right now.
VOLDEMORT comes through the back of the stage, and across it, and walks down into the auditorium. He brings death with him. And everyone knows it.
ACT FOUR, SCENE TWELVE
GODRIC’S HOLLOW, 1981
HARRY looks after VOLDEMORT helplessly.
HARRY: Voldemort is going to kill my mum and dad — and there’s nothing I can do to stop him.
DRACO: That’s not true.
SCORPIUS: Dad, now is not the time . . .
ALBUS: There is something you could do — to stop him. But you won’t.
DRACO: That’s heroic.
GINNY takes HARRY’s hand.
GINNY: You don’t have to watch, Harry. We can go home.
HARRY: I’m letting it happen . . . Of course I have to watch.
HERMIONE: Then we’ll all witness it.
RON: We’ll all watch.
We hear unfamiliar voices . . .
JAMES (from off): Lily, take Harry and go! It’s him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off . . .
There is a blast, and then a laugh.
You keep away, you understand — you keep away.
VOLDEMORT (from off): Avada Kedavra!
HARRY flinches as green light flashes around the auditorium.
ALBUS takes his hand. HARRY grasps hold of it. He needs it.
ALBUS: He did everything he could.
GINNY rises beside him and takes HARRY’s other hand. He leans into them, they’re holding him up now.
HARRY: That’s my mum, at the window. I can see my mother, she looks beautiful.
There’s the sound of banging as doors are blasted off.
LILY (from off): Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry . . .
VOLDEMORT (from off): Stand aside, you silly girl . . . Stand aside, now . . .
LILY (from off): Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead . . .
VOLDEMORT (from off): This is my last warning —
LILY (from off): Not Harry! Please . . . Have mercy . . . have mercy . . . Not my son! Please — I’ll do anything.
VOLDEMORT (from off): Avada Kedavra!
And it’s like lightning passes through HARRY’s body. He’s sent to the floor, a pure mess of grief.
And a noise like a shrunken scream descends and ascends around us.
And we just watch.
And slowly what was there is no longer there.
And the stage transforms and rotates.
And HARRY and his family and his friends are rotated off and away.
ACT FOUR, SCENE THIRTEEN
GODRIC’S HOLLOW, INSIDE JAMES AND LILY POTTER’S HOUSE, 1981
And we’re in the ruins of a house. A house that has undergone a vicious attack.
HAGRID walks through the ruins.
HAGRID: James?
He looks about himself.
Lily?
He walks slowly, unwilling to see too much too soon. He is entirely overwhelmed.
And then he sees them, and he stops, and he says nothing.
Oh. Oh. That’s not — that’s not — I weren’t — They told me, but — I were hoping for better . . .
He looks at them and bows his head. He mutters a few words, and then he takes some crumpled flowers from his deep pockets and lays them on the floor.
I’m sorry, they told me, he told me, Dumbledore told me, I can’t wait with yeh. Them Muggles are coming, yeh see, with their flashing blues and they won’t ’preciate a big lummox like me, would they?
He lets out a sob.
Hard though it is to leave yeh.
I want yeh to know — yeh won’t be forgotten — not by me — not by anyfolk.
And then he hears a sound — the sound of a baby snuffling. HAGRID turns towards it, walking with more intensity now.
He looks down and stands over the crib. Which seems to radiate light.
Well. Hello. Yeh must be Harry.
Hello, Harry Potter.
I’m Rubeus Hagrid.
And I’m gonna be yer friend whether yeh like it or not.
’Cos yeh’ve had it tough, not that yeh know it yet.
An’ yer gonna need friends.
Now yeh best come with me, don’t yeh think?
As flashing blue lights fill the room giving it an almost ethereal glow — he lifts BABY HARRY gently into his arms.
And then — without looking back — he strides away through the house.
And we descend into soft black.
ACT FOUR, SCENE FOURTEEN
HOGWARTS, CLASSROOM
SCORPIUS and ALBUS run into a room, full of excitement. They slam the door after themselves.
SCORPIUS: I can’t quite believe I did that.
ALBUS: I can’t quite believe you did that either.
SCORPIUS: Rose Granger-Weasley. I asked out Rose Granger-Weasley.
ALBUS: And she said no.
SCORPIUS: But I asked her. I planted the acorn. The acorn that will grow into our eventual marriage.
ALBUS: You are aware that you’re an utter fantasist.
SCORPIUS: And I’d agree with you — only Polly Chapman did ask me to the school ball . . .
ALBUS: In an alternate reality where you were significantly — really significantly more popular — a different girl asked you out — and that means —
SCORPIUS: And yes, logic would dictate I should be pursuing Polly — or allowing her to pursue me — she’s a notorious beauty, after all — but a Rose is a Rose.
ALBUS: You know logic would dictate that you’re a freak? Rose hates you.
SCORPIUS: Correction, she used to hate me, but did you see the look in her eyes when I asked? That wasn’t hate, that was pity.