An... — Harry Potter And The Cursed Child Parts One
“Scorpius,” Albus said quietly, “go back. Tell my dad… tell him I finally get it.”
It was the day of the Second Task, 1995. Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Parts One an...
“We don’t have to do this,” Scorpius said, his pale hair plastered to his forehead. “My father said these things leave scars on time itself. Like cutting a living creature.” “Scorpius,” Albus said quietly, “go back
Albus and Scorpius woke on the cold floor of the Tickling Teapot, the shard in pieces between them. The rain had stopped. And in the doorway, holding a too-large umbrella, stood Harry Potter—disheveled, exhausted, and utterly terrified. “My father said these things leave scars on time itself
Albus smiled—a real, aching smile. “Then let’s not go. Let’s stay and fight.”
“I don’t need you to be someone else,” Harry whispered into his son’s messy black hair. “I just need you to be here.”