DREAM, PRIVET DRIVE, CUPBOARD UNDER THE STAIRS
AUNT PETUNIA: Harry. Harry. These pots aren't clean. THESE POTS ARE A DISGRACE. HARRYPOTTER. Wake up.
YOUNG HARRY wakes to see AUNT PETUNIA bearing down on him.
YOUNG HARRY: Aunt Petunia. What time is it?
AUNT PETUNIA: Time enough. You know, when we agreed to take you in, we hoped we could improve you— build you — make you a decent human being. So I suppose it's only ourselves we've got to blamethat you've turned out . . . such a limp disappointment.
YOUNG HARRY: I try —
AUNT PETUNIA: Trying is not succeeding though, is it? There are grease smears on the glasses. There arescuff marks on the pots. Now get up and go to the kitchen and get scrubbing.He gets out of bed.
There's a wet smear down the back of his trousers.
Oh no. Oh no. What have you done? You've wet the bed, again.
She pulls back the covers.
This is very unacceptable.
YOUNG HARRY: I'm — sorry, I think I was having a nightmare.
AUNT PETUNIA: You disgusting boy. Only animals wet themselves. Animals and disgusting little boys.
YOUNG HARRY: It was about my mum and dad. I think I saw them — I think I saw them — die?
AUNT PETUNIA: And why would I have the slightest bit of interest in that?
YOUNG HARRY: There was a man shouting Adkava Ad-something Acabra — Ad — and the noise of a snakehissing. I could hear my mum scream.
AUNT PETUNIA takes a moment to reset herself.
AUNT PETUNIA: If you were really reliving their death, all you'd hear would be a screech of brakes and ahorrific thud. Your parents died in a car accident. You know that. I don't think your mother had eventime to scream. Lord spare you the details more than that. Now strip those sheets, get in the kitchen,and get scrubbing. I don't want to have to tell you again.
She exits with a bang.
And YOUNG HARRY is left holding the sheets.
And the stage contorts and trees rise as the dream twists into something else entirely.
Suddenly, ALBUS appears and stands looking at YOUNG HARRY.
And then, right from the back of the room, Parseltongue whispers around everyone.
He's coming. He's coming.
Words said in an unmistakable voice.
The voice of VOLDEMORT . . .
Haaarry Pottttter
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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child: Rewrite
FanfictionWhat if Scorpius Malfoy was a girl? I didn't like the cursed child much but I got this idea way before the Cursed Child so here it is. DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER, IF I DID I WOULDN'T BE ON WATTPAD
