Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (MOD Novelization)

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"The Daily Prophet would never freely disclose its sources," the reporter replied smugly.

"That's because they don't exist," Harry retorted. Catching Ginny's concerned look, he added, "Anyway, I'd better be going... before I'm sent a Howler by my own wife."

As he moved to rejoin his family, a reporter called out, "Then your scar hasn't been hurting again? We have to ask to rule it out."

Harry halted, momentarily taken aback. Delphi rushed forward. "Mr. Potter won't be taking any more questions this morning," she announced firmly.

"At least give us a picture, Harry," one pleaded. "With your son. Beside the engine, perhaps."

Harry placed a hand on Albus's shoulder. "Oh, what's the harm? One picture."

"Dad, I don't want my picture taken," Albus whispered anxiously.

"Nice big smile, son. Who knows, we might make the front page," Harry encouraged.

Flashing bulbs lit up the platform, drawing the attention of other students. Ginny frowned slightly as they dissipated. "Was that necessary, Gilderoy?"

"Ginny—stop," Harry replied irritably

As they moved down the platform hushed whispers floated around them.

"Who is that boy?" an unknown voice murmured, the words laced with fervor.

Ginny leaned in closer to Albus. "Your father once thought such actions were obnoxious."

Another whisper cut through the din, this time with a name attached. "Albus Potter."

"Well, I was younger then. This is part of the job, dear. I've told you that," Harry defended. "They're going to write about it regardless. If I want the truth getting out, I have to be involved. Would you rather they wait outside our home to get photos of us? This way, I'm in control — as much as I can be."

The first whisperer chimed in again, this time with a hint of awe. "A Potter. In our year."

"My husband is the first wizard in history to control the news of the Daily Prophet." She paused for effect before adding, "You forget that I worked for them before Lily was born."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "You sound doubtful."

"Because I am," she replied candidly.

"He's got his hair," another whisperer observed from the shadows. "He's got hair just like him."

"And he's my cousin," chimed a young voice, proud and slightly defiant.

"Oh, good. Maybe they can speak some sense to you."

Ginny turned just in time to see Ron and Hermione following their daughter, Rose, onto the platform.

"Rose Weasley. Nice to make your acquaintance," she said brightly, extending a hand. The curious students fled.

Hugo, their son, clung tightly to Hermione's leg, his eyes wide with amazement at the fascinating scene. As they joined the Potters on the platform, Hermione and Ginny embraced with the warmth of dearest friends. Harry scooped Lily into his arms, his daughter giggling with delight, while Albus stood alone at the center of the platform, watching the flurry of activity around him.

Hermione, beaming with pride and a touch of anxiety, turned to Ginny. "First child off to Hogwarts! I've been planning for this moment since the day she was born, and I swear it, Ginny, I'm not ready."

Albus, feeling the weight of the moment and eager to escape the spotlight, glanced up at his parents, who were too caught up in conversation to notice his plea. "Can I just run onto the train? Do I have to wait?"