Harry Potter and the Cursed Child – Parts One and Two. Дж. К. Роулинг

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      SCORPIUS

      I’ve also got some Shock-o-Choc, Pepper Imps and some Jelly Slugs. Mum’s idea – she says (sings), ‘Sweets they always help you make friends’ (he realises that singing was a mistake). Stupid idea probably.

      ALBUS

      I’ll have some… Mum doesn’t let me have sweets. Which one would you start with?

      ROSE hits ALBUS, out of sight of SCORPIUS.

      SCORPIUS

      Easy. I’ve always regarded the Pepper Imp as the king of the confectionery bag. They’re peppermint sweets that make you smoke at the ears.

      ALBUS

      Brilliant, then that’s what I’ll— (ROSE hits him again.) Rose, will you please stop hitting me?

      ROSE

      I’m not hitting you.

      ALBUS

      You are hitting me, and it hurts.

      SCORPIUS’s face falls.

      SCORPIUS

      She’s hitting you because of me.

      ALBUS

      What?

      SCORPIUS

      Listen, I know who you are, so it’s probably only fair you know who I am.

      ALBUS

      What do you mean you know who I am?

      SCORPIUS

      You’re Albus Potter. She’s Rose Granger-Weasley. And I am Scorpius Malfoy. My parents are Astoria and Draco Malfoy. Our parents – they didn’t get on.

      ROSE

      That’s putting it mildly. Your mum and dad are Death Eaters!

      SCORPIUS (affronted)

      Dad was – but Mum wasn’t.

      ROSE looks away, and SCORPIUS knows why she does.

      I know what the rumour is, and it’s a lie.

      ALBUS looks from an uncomfortable ROSE to a desperate SCORPIUS.

      ALBUS

      What – is the rumour?

      SCORPIUS

      The rumour is that my parents couldn’t have children. That my father and my grandfather were so desperate for a powerful heir, to prevent the end of the Malfoy line, that they… that they used a Time-Turner to send my mother back—

      ALBUS

      To send her back where?

      ROSE

      The rumour is that he’s Voldemort’s son, Albus.

      A horrible, uncomfortable silence.

      It’s probably rubbish. I mean… look, you’ve got a nose.

      The tension is slightly broken, SCORPIUS laughs, pathetically grateful.

      SCORPIUS

      And it’s just like my father’s! I got his nose, his hair and his name. Not that that’s a great thing either. I mean – father-son issues, I have them. But, on the whole, I’d rather be a Malfoy than, you know, the son of the Dark Lord.

      SCORPIUS and ALBUS look at each other and something passes between them.

      ROSE

      Yes, well, we probably should sit somewhere else. Come on, Albus.

      ALBUS is thinking deeply.

      ALBUS

      No (off ROSE’s look), I’m okay. You go on…

      ROSE

      Albus. I won’t wait.

      ALBUS

      And I wouldn’t expect you to. But I’m staying here.

      ROSE looks at him a second and then leaves the compartment.

      ROSE

      Fine!

      SCORPIUS and ALBUS are left – looking at each other – unsure.

      SCORPIUS

      Thank you.

      ALBUS

      No. No. I didn’t stay – for you – I stayed for your sweets.

      SCORPIUS

      She’s quite fierce.

      ALBUS

      Yes. Sorry.

      SCORPIUS

      No. I like it. Do you prefer Albus or Al?

      SCORPIUS grins and pops two sweets in his mouth.

      ALBUS (thinks)

      Albus.

      SCORPIUS (as smoke comes out of his ears)

      THANK YOU FOR STAYING FOR MY SWEETS, ALBUS!

      ALBUS (laughing)

      Wow.

      ACT ONE

      SCENE FOUR

TRANSITION SCENE

      And now we enter a never-world of time change. And this scene is all about magic.

      The changes are rapid as we leap between worlds. There are no individual scenes, but fragments, shards that show the constant progression of time.

      Initially we’re inside Hogwarts, in the Great Hall, and everyone is dancing around ALBUS.

      POLLY CHAPMAN

      Albus Potter.

      KARL JENKINS

      A Potter. In our year.

      YANN FREDERICKS

      He’s got his hair. He’s got hair just like him.

      ROSE

      And he’s my cousin. (As they turn.) Rose Granger-Weasley. Nice to meet you.

      The SORTING HAT walks through the students who spring into their houses.

      It becomes quickly apparent he’s approaching ROSE, who is tense as she awaits her fate.

      SORTING HAT

      I’ve done this job for centuries

      On every student’s head I’ve sat

      Of thoughts I take inventories

      For I’m the famous Sorting Hat.

      I’ve sorted high, I’ve sorted low,

      I’ve