ALBUS: Scorpius. Have you been eating too many sweets again?

SCORPIUS: There you go, you see - all dry humor and Albus-y. I love it.

ALBUS: Now Im starting to get worried . . .

HARRY enters and sprints to the side of the water. Followed quickly by DRACO, GINNY, and PROFESSOR McGONAGALL.

HARRY: Albus. Albus. Are you okay?

SCORPIUS (overjoyed): Harry! Its Harry Potter! And Ginny. And Professor McGonagall. And Dad. My dad. Hi. Dad.

DRACO: Hello, Scorpius.

ALBUS: Youre all here.

GINNY: And Myrtle told us everything.

ALBUS: What is going on?

PROFESSOR McGONAGALL: Youre the one whos just returned from time. Why dont you tell us?

SCORPIUS immediately registers what they know.

SCORPIUS: Oh no. Oh bother. Where is it?

ALBUS: Just returned from where?

SCORPIUS: Ive lost it! Ive lost the Time-Turner.

ALBUS (looking at SCORPIUS, deeply annoyed): Youve lost what?

HARRY: Time to cut the pretense, Albus.

PROFESSOR McGONAGALL: I think youve got some explaining to do.

ACT THREE, SCENE TEN.

HOGWARTS, HEADMISTRESSS OFFICE.

DRACO, GINNY, and HARRY stand behind a contrite-looking SCORPIUS and ALBUS. PROFESSOR McGONAGALL is fuming.

PROFESSOR McGONAGALL: So to be clear - you illegally jumped off the Hogwarts Express, you invaded and stole from the Ministry of Magic, you took it upon yourself to change time, whereupon you disappeared two people - ALBUS: I agree it doesnt sound good.

PROFESSOR McGONAGALL: And your response to disappearing Hugo and Rose Granger-Weasley was to go back in time again - and this time, instead of losing two people you lost a huge number of people and killed your father - and in doing so you resurrected the worst wizard the world has ever known and heralded in a new age of Dark Magic. (Dry.) Youre correct, Mr. Potter, it doesnt sound good, does it? Are you aware how stupid youve been?

SCORPIUS: Yes, Professor.

ALBUS hesitates a moment. He looks at HARRY.

ALBUS: Yes.

HARRY: Professor, if I may - PROFESSOR McGONAGALL: You may not. What you choose to do as parents is your matter but this is my school, and these are my students, and I will choose what punishment they will face.

DRACO: Seems fair.

HARRY looks at GINNY, who shakes her head.

PROFESSOR McGONAGALL: I should expel you but (with a look to HARRY) all things considered - I think it might be safer for you to remain in my care. You are in detention for - well, you can consider yourself in detention for the rest of the year. Christmas is canceled for you. You can forget visiting Hogsmeade ever again. And thats just the start . . .

Suddenly HERMIONE bursts in. All action and resolve.

HERMIONE: What did I miss?

PROFESSOR McGONAGALL (fierce): It is considered polite to knock when entering a room, Hermione Granger, maybe you missed that.

HERMIONE realizes shes overstepped.

HERMIONE: Ah.

PROFESSOR McGONAGALL: If I could also give a detention to you, Minister, I would. Keeping hold of a Time-Turner, of all the stupid things!

HERMIONE: In my defense - PROFESSOR McGONAGALL: And in a bookcase. You kept it in a bookcase. Its almost laughable.

HERMIONE: Minerva. (There is an intake of breath.) Professor McGonagall - PROFESSOR McGONAGALL: Your children didnt exist!

HERMIONE has no reply to that.

This happened in my school, under my watch. After all that Dumbledore did, I couldnt live with myself . . .

HERMIONE: I know.

PROFESSOR McGONAGALL (composes herself for a moment): Your intentions to save Cedric were honorable, if misguided. And it does sound as if you were brave, Scorpius, and you, Albus, but the lesson even your father sometimes failed to heed is that bravery doesnt forgive stupidity. Always think. Think whats possible. A world controlled by Voldemort is - SCORPIUS: A horrific world.

PROFESSOR McGONAGALL: You are so young. (She looks at HARRY, DRACO, GINNY, and HERMIONE.) Youre all so young. You have no idea how dark the wizarding wars got. You were - reckless - with the world some people - some very dear friends of mine and yours - sacrificed a huge amount to create and sustain.

ALBUS: Yes, Professor.

SCORPIUS: Yes, Professor.

PROFESSOR McGONAGALL: Go on. Get out. The lot of you. And find me that Time-Turner.

ACT THREE, SCENE ELEVEN.

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. Hes being cautious too.

No luck, as yet, with the Time-Turner searching. Theyre negotiating with the Merpeople to dredge the lake.

He sits down uncomfortably.

This is a nice room.

ALBUS: Green is a soothing color, isnt 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 Im casting aspersions . . .

HARRY: Can you explain why you tried to do this?

ALBUS: I thought I could - change things. I thought Cedric - its unfair.

HARRY: Of course its unfair, Albus, dont 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 didnt 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 Voldemorts son. He wasnt a black cloud.

ALBUS: No.

HARRY: And Ive locked away the map. You wont see it again. Your mum left your room exactly as it was when you ran away - you know that? Wouldnt let me go in - wouldnt let anyone go in - you really scared her . . . And me.

ALBUS: Really scared you?

HARRY: Yes.

ALBUS: I thought Harry Potter wasnt afraid of anything?

HARRY: Is that how I make you feel?

ALBUS looks at his dad, trying to figure him out.

ALBUS: I dont 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 Im in Slytherin - thats not the reason for our problems. Its not just about that.

HARRY: No. I know. Its not just about that.

HARRY looks at ALBUS.

Are you okay, Albus?

ALBUS: No.

HARRY: No. Nor me.

ACT THREE, SCENE TWELVE.

DREAM, GODRICS HOLLOW, GRAVEYARD.

YOUNG HARRY stands looking at a gravestone covered in bunches of flowers. He has a small bunch of flowers in his hand.

AUNT PETUNIA: Go on then, lay down your grotty little flowers and then lets go. I already hate this poxy little village, I dont know why I even had the thought - Godrics Hollow, Godless Hollow, more like, the place is clearly a hive of filth - go on, chop-chop.

He approaches the grave. He stands a moment more.

Now, Harry . . . I dont have time for this. Duddy has his Cubs tonight and you know he hates to be late.

YOUNG HARRY: Aunt Petunia. Were their last living relatives, right?

AUNT PETUNIA: Yes. You and I. Yes.

YOUNG HARRY: And - they werent popular? You said they didnt have any friends?

AUNT PETUNIA: Lily tried - bless her - she tried - it wasnt her fault, but she repelled people - by her very nature. It was her intensity, it was her manner, it was her - way. And your father - obnoxious man - extraordinarily obnoxious. No friends. Neither of them.

YOUNG HARRY: So my question is - why are there so many flowers? Why are there flowers all over their grave?

AUNT PETUNIA looks around, she sees all the flowers as if for the first time and it moves her hugely. She approaches and then sits by her sisters grave, trying hard to fight the emotions as they come to her but succumbing all the same.

AUNT PETUNIA: Oh. Yes. Well, I suppose there are a - few. Must have blown over from the other graves. Or someones playing a trick. Yes, I think thats most likely, some young rapscallion with too much time on his hands has gone around collecting flowers from all the other graves and deposited them here - YOUNG HARRY: But theyre all marked with their names . . . "Lily and James, what you did, we will never forget," "Lily and James, your sacrifice . . ."