Joanne Rowling - Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

HARRY/VOLDEMORT: Then I won’t attack him. You are right.

DELPHI: Father?

HARRY/VOLDEMORT shrinks down — he is now more HARRY than VOLDEMORT. He turns his back to DELPHI.

Father?

HARRY (trying desperately to still sound like Voldemort) : Your plan is a good one. The fight is off. You have served me well, now come here into the light so I may examine you.

DELPHI sees a door slightly sway open and then be pulled shut. She frowns at it, thinking rapidly, her suspicion growing.

DELPHI: Father . . .

She tries to get a glimpse of his face again — there is almost a dance happening here.

You are not Lord Voldemort.

DELPHI unleashes a bolt from her hand. HARRY matches her.

Incendio!

HARRY: Incendio!

The bolts meet in a beautiful explosion in the middle of the room.

And with her other hand DELPHI sends bolts to both doors as they try to open them.

DELPHI: Potter. Colloportus!

HARRY looks at the doors, dismayed.

What? Thought your friends were going to join you, did you?

HERMIONE (from off) : Harry . . . Harry . . .

GINNY (from off) : She’s sealed the doors from your side.

HARRY: Fine. I’ll deal with you alone.

He moves to attack her again. But she is far stronger. HARRY’s wand ascends upwards towards her. He is disarmed. He is helpless.

How did you . . . ? What are you?

DELPHI: I’ve watched you for a long time, Harry Potter. I know you better than my father did.

HARRY: You think you’ve learnt my weaknesses?

DELPHI: I’ve studied to be worthy of him! Yes, even though he is the supreme wizard of all time, he will be proud of me. Expulso!

HARRY rolls away as the floor explodes behind him. He crawls frantically under a church pew, trying to work out how he can fight her.

Are you crawling away from me? Harry Potter. Hero of the wizarding world. Crawling away like a rat. Wingardium Leviosa!

The church pew ascends into the air.

The question is whether it’s worth my time to kill you — knowing that as soon as I stop my father your destruction will be assured. How to decide? Oh, I’m bored, I’ll kill you.

She sends the pew down hard upon him. It smashes as he rolls desperately away.

ALBUS emerges from a grate on the floor. Neither notice.

Avada —

ALBUS: Dad . . .

HARRY: Albus! No!

DELPHI: Two of you? Choices, choices. I think I’ll kill the boy first. Avada Kedavra!

She fires the Killing Curse at ALBUS — but HARRY throws him out of the way. The bolt smashes into the ground.

He fires a bolt back.

You think you’re stronger than me?

HARRY: No. I’m not.

They fire bolts mercilessly at each other as ALBUS rolls quickly away and slams a spell into one door and then another.

But we are.

ALBUS opens both doors with his wand.

ALBUS: Alohomora! Alohomora!

HARRY: I’ve never fought alone, you see. And I never will.

And HERMIONE, RON, GINNY, and DRACO emerge from the doors, and fire up their spells at DELPHI, who screams out in exasperation. This is titanic. But she can’t fight them all.

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.

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.