GINNY: He insisted. He was the only one small enough to crawl through the grate. I tried to stop him.

HARRY: Just tell me hes okay.

ALBUS: Im 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 cant remake your life. Youll always be an orphan. That never leaves you.

DELPHI: Just let me - see him.

HARRY: I cant and I wont.

DELPHI (truly pitiful): Then kill me.

HARRY thinks a moment.

HARRY: I cant do that either.

ALBUS: What? Dad? Shes dangerous.

HARRY: No, Albus . . .

ALBUS: But shes a murderer - Ive seen her murder - HARRY turns and looks at his son and then at GINNY.

HARRY: Yes. Albus, shes a murderer, and were not.

HERMIONE: We have to be better than them.

RON: Yeah, its annoying but its what we learnt.

DELPHI: Take my mind. Take my memory. Make me forget who I am.

RON: No. Well take you back to our time.

HERMIONE: And youll go to Azkaban. Same as your mother.

DRACO: Where youll rot.

HARRY hears a noise. A hissing noise.

And then there is a noise like death - a noise like nothing else weve heard before.

Haaarry Pottttter . . .

SCORPIUS: Whats 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: Hes coming. Hes 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.

ACT FOUR, SCENE TWELVE.

GODRICS HOLLOW, 1981.

HARRY looks after VOLDEMORT helplessly.

HARRY: Voldemort is going to kill my mum and dad - and theres nothing I can do to stop him.

DRACO: Thats not true.

SCORPIUS: Dad, now is not the time . . .

ALBUS: There is something you could do - to stop him. But you wont.

DRACO: Thats heroic.

GINNY takes HARRYs hand.

GINNY: You dont have to watch, Harry. We can go home.

HARRY: Im letting it happen . . . Of course I have to watch.

HERMIONE: Then well all witness it.

RON: Well all watch.

We hear unfamiliar voices . . .

JAMES (from off): Lily, take Harry and go! Its him! Go! Run! Ill 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 HARRYs other hand. He leans into them, theyre holding him up now.

HARRY: Thats my mum, at the window. I can see my mother, she looks beautiful.

Theres 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 - Ill do anything.

VOLDEMORT (from off): Avada Kedavra!

And its like lightning passes through HARRYs body. Hes sent to the floor, a pure mess of grief.

And a noise like a shrunken scream descends and ascends around us.

And we just watch.

And slowly what was there is no longer there.

And the stage transforms and rotates.

And HARRY and his family and his friends are rotated off and away.

ACT FOUR, SCENE THIRTEEN.

GODRICS HOLLOW, INSIDE JAMES AND LILY POTTERS HOUSE, 1981.

And were in the ruins of a house. A house that has undergone a vicious attack.

HAGRID walks through the ruins.

HAGRID: James?

He looks about himself.

Lily?

He walks slowly, unwilling to see too much too soon. He is entirely overwhelmed.

And then he sees them, and he stops, and he says nothing.

Oh. Oh. Thats not - thats not - I werent - They told me, but - I were hoping for better . . .

He looks at them and bows his head. He mutters a few words, and then he takes some crumpled flowers from his deep pockets and lays them on the floor.

Im sorry, they told me, he told me, Dumbledore told me, I cant wait with yeh. Them Muggles are coming, yeh see, with their flashing blues and they wont preciate a big lummox like me, would they?

He lets out a sob.

Hard though it is to leave yeh.

I want yeh to know - yeh wont be forgotten - not by me - not by anyfolk.

And then he hears a sound - the sound of a baby snuffling. HAGRID turns towards it, walking with more intensity now.

He looks down and stands over the crib. Which seems to radiate light.

Well. Hello. Yeh must be Harry.

Hello, Harry Potter.

Im Rubeus Hagrid.

And Im gonna be yer friend whether yeh like it or not.

Cos yehve had it tough, not that yeh know it yet.