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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (Part I & II)

- J. K. Rowling


About the book:

It was always difficult being Harry Potter and it isn't much easier now that he is an overworked employee of the Ministry of Magic, a husband and father of three school-age children. While Harry ...(more)

Excerpt 2:    (Excerpt 1)



ALBUS and ROSE walk along the carriage of the train.

The TROLLEY WITCH approaches, pushing her trolley.

TROLLEY WITCH: Anything from the trolley, dears? Pumpkin Pasty? Chocolate Frog? Cauldron Cake?

ROSE (spotting ALBUS's loving look at the Chocolate Frogs) : Al. We need to concentrate.

ALBUS: Concentrate on what?

ROSE: On who we choose to be friends with. My mum and dad met your dad on their first Hogwarts Express, you know . . .

ALBUS: So we need to choose now who to be friends with for life? That's quite scary.

ROSE: On the contrary, it's exciting. I'm a Granger-Weasley, you're a Potter -- everyone will want to be friends with us, we've got the pick of anyone we want.

ALBUS: So how do we decide -- which compartment to go in . . .

ROSE: We rate them all and then we make a decision.

ALBUS opens a door -- to look in on a lonely blond kid --

SCORPIUS -- in an otherwise empty compartment. ALBUS smiles. SCORPIUS smiles back.

ALBUS: Hi. Is this compartment . . .

SCORPIUS: It's free. It's just me.

ALBUS: Great. So we might just -- come in -- for a bit -- if that's okay?

SCORPIUS: That's okay. Hi.

ALBUS: Albus. Al. I'm -- my name is Albus . . .

SCORPIUS: Hi Scorpius. I mean, I'm Scorpius. You're Albus. I'm Scorpius. And you must be . . .

ROSE's face is growing colder by the minute.

ROSE: Rose.

SCORPIUS: Hi, Rose. Would you like some of my Fizzing Whizbees?

ROSE: I've just had breakfast, thanks.

SCORPIUS: I've also got some Shock-o-Choc, Pepper Imps, and some Jelly Slugs. Mum's idea -- she says (sings) , "Sweets, they always help you make friends." (He realizes that singing was a mistake.) Stupid idea, probably.

ALBUS: I'll have some . . . Mum doesn't let me have sweets. Which one would you start with?

ROSE hits ALBUS out of sight of SCORPIUS. SCORPIUS: Easy. I've always regarded the Pepper Imp as the king of the confectionery bag. They're peppermint sweets that make you smoke at the ears.

ALBUS: Brilliant, then that's what I'll -- (ROSE hits him again.) Rose, will you please stop hitting me?

ROSE: I'm not hitting you.

ALBUS: You are hitting me, and it hurts.

SCORPIUS's face falls.

SCORPIUS: She's hitting you because of me.

ALBUS: What?

SCORPIUS: Listen, I know who you are, so it's probably only fair you know who I am.

ALBUS: What do you mean you know who I am?

SCORPIUS: You're Albus Potter. She's Rose Granger-Weasley. And I am Scorpius Malfoy. My parents are Astoria and Draco Malfoy. Our parents -- they didn't get on.

ROSE: That's putting it mildly. Your mum and dad are Death Eaters!

SCORPIUS (affronted) : Dad was -- but Mum wasn't.

ROSE looks away, and SCORPIUS knows why she does.

I know what the rumor is, and it's a lie.

ALBUS looks from an uncomfortable ROSE to a desperate SCORPIUS.

ALBUS: What -- is the rumor?

SCORPIUS: The rumor is that my parents couldn't have children. That my father and my grandfather were so desperate for a powerful heir, to prevent the end of the Malfoy line, that they . . . that they used a Time-Turner to send my mother back . . .

ALBUS: To send her back where?

ROSE: The rumor is that he's Voldemort's son, Albus.

A horrible, uncomfortable silence.

It's probably rubbish. I mean . . . look, you've got a nose.

The tension is slightly broken. SCORPIUS laughs, pathetically grateful. SCORPIUS:

And it's just like my father's! I got his nose, his hair, and his name. Not that that's a great thing either. I mean -- father-son issues, I have them. But, on the whole, I'd rather be a Malfoy than, you know, the son of the Dark Lord.

SCORPIUS and ALBUS look at each other and something passes between them.

ROSE: Yes, well, we probably should sit somewhere else. Come on, Albus.

ALBUS is thinking deeply.

ALBUS: No. (Off ROSE's look.) I'm okay. You go on . . .

ROSE: Albus. I won't wait.

ALBUS: And I wouldn't expect you to. But I'm staying here.

ROSE looks at him a second and then leaves the compartment.

ROSE: Fine!

SCORPIUS and ALBUS are left -- looking at each other -- unsure.

SCORPIUS: Thank you.

ALBUS: No. No. I didn't stay -- for you -- I stayed for your sweets.

SCORPIUS: She's quite fierce.

ALBUS: Yes. Sorry.

SCORPIUS: No. I like it. Do you prefer Albus or Al?

SCORPIUS grins and pops two sweets into his mouth.

ALBUS (thinks) : Albus.

SCORPIUS (as smoke comes out of his ears) : THANK YOU FOR STAYING FOR MY SWEETS, ALBUS!

ALBUS (laughing) : Wow.



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.


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.


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.


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.


There's a silence.

A perfect, profound silence.

One that sits low, twists a bit, and has damage within it.


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!"


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.


Brooms sail up, including SCORPIUS's. Only ALBUS is left with his broom on the floor.



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 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.

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