There are a series of bangs — and then, overwhelmed, DELPHI tumbles to the floor.
DELPHI: No . . . No . . .
HERMIONE: Brachiabindo!
She’s bound.
HARRY advances towards DELPHI. He doesn’t take his eyes off her. All the others stay back.
HARRY: Albus, are you okay?
ALBUS: Yes, Dad, I’m okay.
HARRY still doesn’t take his eyes off DELPHI. He’s still scared of her.
HARRY: Ginny, has he been injured? I need to know he’s safe . . .
GINNY: He insisted. He was the only one small enough to crawl through the grate. I tried to stop him.
HARRY: Just tell me he’s okay.
ALBUS: I’m fine, Dad. I promise.
HARRY keeps advancing towards DELPHI.
HARRY: A lot of people have tried to hurt me — but my son! You dare hurt my son!
DELPHI: I only wanted to know my father.
These words take HARRY by surprise.
HARRY: You can’t remake your life. You’ll always be an orphan. That never leaves you.
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?