ACT THREE, SCENE ELEVEN

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HOGWARTS, SLYTHERIN DORMITORY

ALBUS is sitting in his room. HARRY enters and looks at his son — full of anger, but cautious to not let it spill.

HARRY: Thanks for letting me come up.
ALBUS turns, he nods at his dad. He’s being cautious too.
No luck, as yet, with the Time-Turner searching. They’re negotiating with the Merpeople to dredge the lake.
He sits down uncomfortably.
This is a nice room.
ALBUS: Green is a soothing color, isn’t it? I mean Gryffindor rooms are all well and good but the trouble with red is — it is said to send you a little mad — not that I’m casting aspersions . . .
HARRY: Can you explain why you tried to do this?
ALBUS: I thought I could — change things. I thought Cedric — it’s unfair.
HARRY: Of course it’s unfair, Albus, don’t you think I know that? I was there. I saw him die. But to do this . . . to risk all this . . .
ALBUS: I know.
HARRY (failing to contain his anger): If you were trying to do as I did, you went the wrong way about it. I didn’t volunteer for adventure, I was forced into it. You did something really reckless — something really stupid and dangerous — something that could have destroyed everything —
ALBUS: I know. Okay. I know.
Pause. ALBUS wipes away a tear, HARRY notices it and takes a breath. He pulls himself back from the brink.
HARRY: Well, I was wrong too — to think Scorpius was Voldemort’s son. He wasn’t a black cloud.
ALBUS: No.
HARRY: And I’ve locked away the map. You won’t see it again. Your mum left your room exactly as it was when you ran away — you know that? Wouldn’t let me go in — wouldn’t let anyone go in — you really scared her . . . And me.
ALBUS: Really scared you?
HARRY: Yes.
ALBUS: I thought Harry Potter wasn’t afraid of anything?
HARRY: Is that how I make you feel?
ALBUS looks at his dad, trying to figure him out.
ALBUS: I don’t think Scorpius said, but when we returned after failing to fix the first task, I was suddenly in Gryffindor House. Nothing was better between us then either — so — the fact that I’m in Slytherin — that’s not the reason for our problems. It’s not just about that.
HARRY: No. I know. It’s not just about that.
HARRY looks at ALBUS.
Are you okay, Albus?
ALBUS: No.
HARRY: No. Nor me.