Harry Potter and the Cursed Child: Rewrite

ACT ONE, SCENE SEVEN

HARRY AND GINNY POTTER'S HOUSE, ALBUS'S ROOM

ALBUS is sitting on the bed as the world goes on outside his door. Still against the constant motionoutside. We hear a roar from JAMES (off).

GINNY: James, please, ignore your hair, and tidy that damn room . . .

JAMES: How can I ignore it? It's pink! I'm going to have to use my Invisibility Cloak!

JAMES appears at the door, he has pink hair.

GINNY: That's not why your dad gave you that Cloak!

LILY: Who's seen my Potions book?

GINNY: Lily Potter, don't think you're wearing those to school tomorrow . . .

LILY appears at ALBUS's door. She's wearing fairy wings that flutter.

LILY: I love them. They're fluttery.

She exits as HARRY appears in ALBUS's doorway. He looks through.

HARRY: Hi.

There's an awkward pause between them. GINNY appears in the doorway. She sees what'shappening, she stays a moment.

Just delivering a pre-Hogwarts gift - gifts - Ron's sent this . . .

ALBUS: Okay. A love potion. Okay.

HARRY: I think it's a joke about - I don't know what. Lily got farting gnomes, James got a comb that'smade his hair turn a shade of pink. Ron - well, Ron's Ron, you know?

HARRY puts down ALBUS's love potion on his bed.

I also - this is from me . . .He reveals a small blanket.

GINNY looks at it, she sees HARRY is trying, and then she softly walksaway.

ALBUS: An old blanket?

HARRY: I thought a lot about what to give you this year. James - well, James has been going on about theInvisibility Cloak since time itself, and Lily - I knew she'd love wings - but you. You're fourteenyears old now, Albus, and I wanted to give you something which - meant something. This . . . is thelast thing I had from my mum. The only thing. I was given to the Dursleys wrapped in it. I thought ithad gone forever and then, when your great-aunt Petunia died, hidden amongst her possessions,surprisingly, Dudley found this and he kindly sent it on to me, and ever since then - well, anytimeI've wanted luck I've found it and just tried to hold it and I wondered if you . . .

ALBUS: Wanted to hold it too? Okay. Done. Let's hope it brings me luck. I certainly need some.

He touches the blanket.

But you should keep it.

HARRY: I think - believe - Petunia wanted me to have it, that's why she kept it, and now I want you tohave it from me. I didn't really know my mother - but I think she'd have wanted you to have it too.And maybe - I could come find you - and it - on Hallows' Eve. I'd like to be with it on the nightthey died - and that could be good for the two of us . . .

ALBUS: Listen, I've got quite a lot of packing to do, and you undoubtedly have Ministry work coming out ofyour ears, so . . .

HARRY: Albus, I want you to have the blanket.

ALBUS: And do what with it? Fairy wings make sense, Dad, invisibility cloaks, they also make sense -but this - really?

HARRY is slightly heartbroken. He looks at his son, desperate to reach out.

HARRY: Do you want a hand? Packing. I always loved packing. It meant I was leaving Privet Drive andgoing back to Hogwarts. Which was . . . well, I know you don't love it but . . .

ALBUS: For you, it's the greatest place on earth. I know. The poor orphan, bullied by his uncle and auntDursley . . .

HARRY: Albus, please - can we just -

ALBUS: . . . traumatized by his cousin, Dudley, saved by Hogwarts. I know it all, Dad. Blah, blah, blah.

HARRY: I'm not going to rise to your bait, Albus Potter.

ALBUS: The poor orphan who went on to save us all. So may I say - on behalf of wizarding kind - howgrateful we are for your heroism. Should we bow now or will a curtsy do?

HARRY: Albus, please - you know, I've never wanted gratitude.

ALBUS: But right now I'm overflowing with it - it must be the kind gift of this moldy blanket that did it . ..

HARRY: Moldy blanket?

ALBUS: What did you think would happen? We'd hug. I'd tell you I always loved you. What? What?

HARRY (finally losing his temper): You know what? I'm done with being made responsible for yourunhappiness. At least you've got a dad. Because I didn't, okay?

ALBUS: And you think that was unlucky? I don't.

HARRY: You wish me dead?

ALBUS: No! I just wish you weren't my dad.

HARRY (seeing red): Well, there are times I wish you weren't my son.

There's a silence. ALBUS nods. Pause. HARRY realizes what he's said.

No, I didn't mean that . . .

ALBUS: Yes. You did.

HARRY: Albus, you just know how to get under my skin . . .

ALBUS: You meant it, Dad. And, honestly, I don't blame you.

There's a horrible pause.

You should probably leave me alone now.

HARRY: Albus, please . . .

ALBUS picks up the blanket and throws it. It collides with RON's love potion, which spills all overthe blanket and the bed, producing a small puff of smoke.

ALBUS: No luck or love for me, then.

ALBUS runs out of the room. HARRY goes after him.

HARRY: Albus. Albus . . . Please . .