SORTING HAT: Scorpius Malfoy.

He puts his hat on SCORPIUSs head.

SLYTHERIN!.

SCORPIUS was expecting this, he nods and half smiles. Theres cheering from the Slytherins as he joins them.

POLLY CHAPMAN: Well, that makes sense.

ALBUS walks swiftly to the front of the stage.

SORTING HAT: Albus Potter.

He puts his hat on ALBUSs head - and this time he seems to take longer - almost as if he too is confused.

SLYTHERIN!.

Theres a silence.

A perfect, profound silence.

One that sits low, twists a bit, and has damage within it.

POLLY CHAPMAN: Slytherin?

CRAIG BOWKER JR.: Whoa! A Potter? In Slytherin.

ALBUS looks out, unsure. SCORPIUS smiles, delighted, as he shouts across to him.

SCORPIUS: You can stand next to me!

ALBUS (thoroughly discombobulated): Right. Yes.

YANN FREDERICKS: I suppose his hair isnt that similar.

ROSE: Albus? But this is wrong, Albus. This is not how its supposed to be.

And suddenly a flying lesson is happening with MADAM HOOCH.

MADAM HOOCH: Well, what are you all waiting for? Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up.

The kids all hurry into position beside their brooms.

Stick out your hands out over your broom, and say, "Up!"

EVERYONE: UP!.

ROSEs and YANNs brooms sail into their hands.

ROSE and YANN: Yes!

MADAM HOOCH: Come on, now, Ive no time for shirkers. Say "UP." "UP" like you mean it.

EVERYONE (bar ROSE and YANN): UP!

Brooms sail up, including SCORPIUSs. Only ALBUS is left with his broom on the floor.

EVERYONE (bar ROSE, YANN, and ALBUS): YES!

ALBUS: Up. UP. UP.

His broom doesnt move. Not even a millimeter. He stares at it with disbelieving desperation. Theres giggling from the rest of the class.

POLLY CHAPMAN: Oh Merlins beard, how humiliating! He really isnt like his father at all, is he?

KARL JENKINS: Albus Potter, the Slytherin Squib.

MADAM HOOCH: Okay. Children. Time to fly.

And suddenly HARRY appears from nowhere beside ALBUS as steam expands all over the stage.

Were back on platform nine and three-quarters and time has ticked on mercilessly. ALBUS is now a year older (as is HARRY, but less noticeably).

ALBUS: Im just asking you, Dad, if youll - if youll just stand a little away from me.

HARRY (amused): Second-years dont like to be seen with their dads, is that it?

An OVER-ATTENTIVE WIZARD begins to circle them.

ALBUS: No. Its just - youre you and - and Im me and - HARRY: Its just people looking, okay? People look. And theyre looking at me, not you.

The OVER-ATTENTIVE WIZARD proffers something for HARRY to sign - he signs it.

ALBUS: At Harry Potter and his disappointing son.

HARRY: What does that mean?

ALBUS: At Harry Potter and his Slytherin son.

JAMES rushes past them, carrying his bag.

JAMES: Slythering Slytherin, stop with your dithering, time to get onto the train.

HARRY: Unnecessary, James.

JAMES (long gone): See you at Christmas, Dad.

HARRY looks at ALBUS, concerned.

HARRY: Al - ALBUS: My name is Albus, not Al.

HARRY: Are the other kids being unkind? Is that it? Maybe if you tried making a few more friends . . . without Hermione and Ron I wouldnt have survived Hogwarts, I wouldnt have survived at all.

ALBUS: But I dont need a Ron and Hermione. Ive - Ive got a friend, Scorpius, and I know you dont like him but hes all I need.

HARRY: Look, as long as youre happy, thats all that matters to me.

ALBUS: You didnt need to bring me to the station, Dad.

ALBUS picks up his case and makes hard away.

HARRY: But I wanted to be here . . .

But ALBUS is gone. DRACO MALFOY, his robes perfect, his blond ponytail precisely placed, emerges from within the crowds to be beside HARRY.

DRACO: I need a favor.

HARRY: Draco.

DRACO: These rumors - about my sons parentage - they dont seem to be going away. The other Hogwarts students tease Scorpius about it relentlessly - if the Ministry could release a statement reaffirming that all Time-Turners were destroyed in the Battle of the Department of Mysteries . . .

HARRY: Draco, just let it blow over - theyll soon move on.

DRACO: My son is suffering and - Astoria hasnt been well recently - so he needs all the support he can get.

HARRY: If you answer the gossip, you feed the gossip. Thereve been rumors Voldemort had a child for years, Scorpius is not the first to be accused. The Ministry, for your sake as well as ours, needs to steer well clear.

DRACO frowns, annoyed, as the stage clears and ROSE and ALBUS stand ready with their cases.

ALBUS: As soon as the train leaves you dont have to talk to me.

ROSE: I know. We just need to keep the pretense up in front of the grown-ups.

SCORPIUS runs on - with big hopes and an even bigger case.

SCORPIUS (hopeful): Hi, Rose.

ROSE (definitive): Bye, Albus.

SCORPIUS (still hopeful): Shes melting.

And suddenly were in the Great Hall and PROFESSOR McGONAGALL is standing at the front with a big smile on her face.

PROFESSOR McGONAGALL: And Im pleased to announce Gryffindors newest member of the Quidditch team - our - (she realizes she cant be partial) your superb new Chaser - Rose Granger-Weasley.

The hall erupts into cheers. SCORPIUS claps alongside them all.

ALBUS: Are you clapping her too? We hate Quidditch and shes playing for another House.

SCORPIUS: Shes your cousin, Albus.

ALBUS: Do you think shed clap for me?

SCORPIUS: I think shes brilliant.

The students circle ALBUS again as suddenly a Potions class begins.

POLLY CHAPMAN: Albus Potter. An irrelevance. Even portraits turn the other way when he comes up the stairs.

ALBUS hunches over a potion.

ALBUS: And now we add - is it horn of bicorn?

KARL JENKINS: Leave him and Voldemorts child to it, I say.

ALBUS: With just a little salamander blood . . .

The potion explodes loudly.

SCORPIUS: Okay. Whats the counter-ingredient? What do we need to change?

ALBUS: Everything.

And with that, time moves ever onwards - ALBUSs eyes become darker, his face grows more sallow. Hes still an attractive boy, but hes trying not to admit it.

And suddenly hes back on platform nine and three-quarters with his dad - who is still trying to persuade his son (and himself) that everything is okay. Both have aged another year.

HARRY: Third year. Big year. Here is your permission form for Hogsmeade.

ALBUS: I hate Hogsmeade.

HARRY: How can you hate a place you havent actually visited yet?

ALBUS: Because I know itll be full of Hogwarts students.

ALBUS screws up the paper.

HARRY: Just give it a go - come on - this is your chance to go nuts in Honeydukes without your mum knowing - no, Albus, dont you dare.

ALBUS (pointing his wand): Incendio!

The ball of paper bursts into flame and ascends across the stage.

HARRY: Of all the stupid things!

ALBUS: The ironic thing is I didnt expect it to work. Im terrible at that spell.

HARRY: Al-Albus, Ive been exchanging owls with Professor McGonagall - she says youre isolating yourself - youre uncooperative in lessons - youre surly - youre - ALBUS: So what would you like me to do? Magic myself popular? Conjure myself into a new House? Transfigure myself into a better student? Just cast a spell, Dad, and change me into what you want me to be, okay? Itll work better for both of us. Got to go. Train to catch. Friend to find.