TRANSITION SCENE
And now we enter a never-world of time change. And this scene is all about magic. The changes are rapid as we leap between worlds. There are no individual scenes, but fragments, shards that show the constant progression of time.
Initially we’re inside Hogwarts, in the Great Hall, and everyone is dancing around ALBUS.
POLLY CHAPMAN: Albus Potter.
KARL JENKINS: A Potter. In our year.
YANN FREDERICKS: He’s got his hair. He’s got hair just like him.
ROSE: And he’s my cousin. (As they turn.) Rose Granger-Weasley. Nice to meet you.
The SORTING HAT walks through the students, who spring into their Houses.
It becomes quickly apparent he’s approaching ROSE, who is tense as she awaits her fate.
SORTING HAT:
I’ve done this job for centuries
On every student’s head I’ve sat
Of thoughts I take inventories
For I’m the famous Sorting Hat
I’ve sorted high, I’ve sorted low,
I’ve done the job through thick and thin
So put me on and you will know
Which House you should be in . . .
Rose Granger-Weasley.
He puts his hat on ROSE’s head.
GRYFFINDOR!
There’s cheering from the Gryffindors as ROSE joins them.
ROSE: Thank Dumbledore.
SCORPIUS runs to take ROSE’s place under the SORTING HAT’s glare.
SORTING HAT: Scorpius Malfoy.
He puts his hat on SCORPIUS’s head.
SLYTHERIN!
SCORPIUS was expecting this, he nods and half smiles. There’s cheering from the Slytherins as he joins them.
POLLY CHAPMAN: Well, that makes sense.
ALBUS walks swiftly to the front of the stage.
SORTING HAT: Albus Potter.
He puts his hat on ALBUS’s head — and this time he seems to take longer — almost as if he too is confused.
SLYTHERIN!
There’s a silence.
A perfect, profound silence.
One that sits low, twists a bit, and has damage within it.
POLLY CHAPMAN: Slytherin?
CRAIG BOWKER JR.: Whoa! A Potter? In Slytherin.
ALBUS looks out, unsure. SCORPIUS smiles, delighted, as he shouts across to him.
SCORPIUS: You can stand next to me!
ALBUS (thoroughly discombobulated): Right. Yes.
YANN FREDERICKS: I suppose his hair isn’t that similar.
ROSE: Albus? But this is wrong, Albus. This is not how it’s supposed to be.
And suddenly a flying lesson is happening with MADAM HOOCH.
MADAM HOOCH: Well, what are you all waiting for? Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up.
The kids all hurry into position beside their brooms.
Stick out your hands out over your broom, and say, “Up!”
EVERYONE: UP!
ROSE’s and YANN’s brooms sail into their hands.
ROSE and YANN: Yes!
MADAM HOOCH: Come on, now, I’ve no time for shirkers. Say “UP.” “UP” like you mean it.
EVERYONE (bar ROSE and YANN): UP!
Brooms sail up, including SCORPIUS’s. Only ALBUS is left with his broom on the floor.
EVERYONE (bar ROSE, YANN, and ALBUS): YES!
ALBUS: Up. UP. UP.
His broom doesn’t move. Not even a millimeter. He stares at it with disbelieving desperation. There’s giggling from the rest of the class.
POLLY CHAPMAN: Oh Merlin’s beard, how humiliating! He really isn’t like his father at all, is he?
KARL JENKINS: Albus Potter, the Slytherin Squib.
MADAM HOOCH: Okay. Children. Time to fly.
And suddenly HARRY appears from nowhere beside ALBUS as steam expands all over the stage.
We’re back on platform nine and three-quarters and time has ticked on mercilessly. ALBUS is now a year older (as is HARRY, but less noticeably).
ALBUS: I’m just asking you, Dad, if you’ll — if you’ll just stand a little away from me.
HARRY (amused): Second-years don’t like to be seen with their dads, is that it?
An OVER-ATTENTIVE WIZARD begins to circle them.
ALBUS: No. It’s just — you’re you and — and I’m me and —
HARRY: It’s just people looking, okay? People look. And they’re looking at me, not you.
The OVER-ATTENTIVE WIZARD proffers something for HARRY to sign — he signs it.
ALBUS: At Harry Potter and his disappointing son.
HARRY: What does that mean?
ALBUS: At Harry Potter and his Slytherin son.
JAMES rushes past them, carrying his bag.
JAMES: Slythering Slytherin, stop with your dithering, time to get onto the train.
HARRY: Unnecessary, James.
JAMES (long gone): See you at Christmas, Dad.
HARRY looks at ALBUS, concerned.
HARRY: Al —
ALBUS: My name is Albus, not Al.
HARRY: Are the other kids being unkind? Is that it? Maybe if you tried making a few more friends . . . without Hermione and Ron I wouldn’t have survived Hogwarts, I wouldn’t have survived at all.
ALBUS: But I don’t need a Ron and Hermione. I’ve — I’ve got a friend, Scorpius, and I know you don’t like him but he’s all I need.
HARRY: Look, as long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters to me.
ALBUS: You didn’t need to bring me to the station, Dad.
ALBUS picks up his case and makes hard away.
HARRY: But I wanted to be here . . .
But ALBUS is gone. DRACO MALFOY, his robes perfect, his blond ponytail precisely placed, emerges from within the crowds to be beside HARRY.
DRACO: I need a favor.
HARRY: Draco.
DRACO: These rumors — about my son’s parentage — they don’t seem to be going away. The other Hogwarts students tease Scorpius about it relentlessly — if the Ministry could release a statement reaffirming that all Time-Turners were destroyed in the Battle of the Department of Mysteries . . .
HARRY: Draco, just let it blow over — they’ll soon move on.
DRACO: My son is suffering and — Astoria hasn’t been well recently — so he needs all the support he can get.
HARRY: If you answer the gossip, you feed the gossip. There’ve been rumors Voldemort had a child for years, Scorpius is not the first to be accused. The Ministry, for your sake as well as ours, needs to steer well clear.
DRACO frowns, annoyed, as the stage clears and ROSE and ALBUS stand ready with their cases.
ALBUS: As soon as the train leaves you don’t have to talk to me.
ROSE: I know. We just need to keep the pretense up in front of the grown-ups.
SCORPIUS runs on — with big hopes and an even bigger case.
SCORPIUS (hopeful): Hi, Rose.
ROSE (definitive): Bye, Albus.
SCORPIUS (still hopeful): She’s melting.
And suddenly we’re in the Great Hall and PROFESSOR McGONAGALL is standing at the front with a big smile on her face.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL: And I’m pleased to announce Gryffindor’s newest member of the Quidditch team — our — (she realizes she can’t be partial) your superb new Chaser — Rose Granger-Weasley.
The hall erupts into cheers. SCORPIUS claps alongside them all.