HARRY: He’s been out twenty-four hours, mostly in order so Madam Pomfrey could reset his arm. She said it was the strangest thing, it’s like it was broken twenty years ago and allowed to set in the “most contrary” of directions. She says he’ll be fine.
DUMBLEDORE: A difficult thing, I imagine, to watch your child in pain.
HARRY: I’ve never asked how you felt about me naming him after you, have I?
DUMBLEDORE: Candidly, Harry, it seemed a great weight to place upon the poor boy.
HARRY: I need your help. I need your advice. Bane says Albus is in danger. How do I protect my son, Dumbledore?
DUMBLEDORE: You ask me, of all people, how to protect a boy in terrible danger? We cannot protect the young from harm. Pain must and will come.
HARRY: So I’m supposed to stand and watch?
DUMBLEDORE: No. You’re supposed to teach him how to meet life.
HARRY: How? He won’t listen.
DUMBLEDORE: Perhaps he’s waiting for you to see him clearly.
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It is a portrait’s curse and blessing to . . . hear things. At the school, at the Ministry, I hear people talking . . .
HARRY: And what is the gossip about me and my son?
DUMBLEDORE: Not gossip. Concern. That you two are struggling. That he’s difficult. That he is angry with you. I have formed the impression that — perhaps — you are blinded by your love for him.
HARRY: Blinded?
DUMBLEDORE: You must see him as he is, Harry. You must look for what’s wounding him.
HARRY: Haven’t I seen him as he is? What’s wounding my son?
ALBUS
HARRY: This black cloud, it’s someone, isn’t it? Not something?
DUMBLEDORE: Ah really, what does my opinion matter anymore? I am paint and memory, Harry, paint and memory. And I never had a son.
HARRY: But I need your advice.
ALBUS: Dad?
HARRY: No, where have you gone now?
ALBUS: We’re in — the hospital wing?
HARRY
ALBUS: Okay. I think.
Better?
HARRY: Much.
The arm, how does it feel?
ALBUS: It feels great.
HARRY
ALBUS: We decided we didn’t want to come to school. We thought we could start again — in the Muggle world. We discovered we were wrong. We were coming back to Hogwarts when you found us.
HARRY: In Durmstrang robes?
ALBUS: The robes were . . . The whole thing — Scorpius and I — we didn’t think.
HARRY: And why — why did you run? Because of me? Because of what I said?
ALBUS: I don’t know. Hogwarts isn’t actually that pleasant a place when you don’t fit in.
HARRY: And did Scorpius — encourage you to — go?
ALBUS: Scorpius? No.
HARRY: I need you to stay away from Scorpius Malfoy.
ALBUS: What? Scorpius?
HARRY: I don’t know how you became friends in the first place, but you did, and now — I need you to —
ALBUS: My best friend? My only friend?
HARRY: He’s dangerous.
ALBUS: Scorpius? Dangerous? Have you met him? Dad, if you honestly think he’s the son of Voldemort . . .
HARRY: I don’t know what he is, I just know you need to stay away from him. Bane told me —
ALBUS: Who’s Bane?
HARRY: A centaur with profound Divination skills. He said there’s a black cloud around you and —
ALBUS: A black cloud?
HARRY: And I have very good reason to believe that Dark Magic is in a resurgence and I need to keep you safe from it. Safe from him. Safe from Scorpius.
ALBUS: And if I won’t? Stay away from him?