ALBUS: Well, I wasn’t a loser before I met you.
SCORPIUS: Albus, whatever you’ve got to prove to your dad — this isn’t the way.
ALBUS: I don’t have anything to prove to my dad. I’ve got to save Cedric to save Rose. And maybe — without you holding me back — I can make a proper go of it.
SCORPIUS: Without me? Oh poor Albus Potter. With his chip on his shoulder. Poor Albus Potter. So sad.
ALBUS: What are you saying?
SCORPIUS
ALBUS: Don’t even —
SCORPIUS: Can you even slightly imagine what that’s like? Have you even ever tried? No. Because you can’t see beyond the end of your nose. Because you can’t see beyond the end of your stupid thing with your dad. He will always be Harry Potter, you know that, right? And you will always be his son. And I know it’s hard, and the other kids are awful, but you have to learn to be okay with that, because — there are worse things, okay?
There was a moment I was excited, when I realized time was different, a moment when I thought maybe my mum hadn’t got sick. Maybe my mum wasn’t dead. But no, turns out, she was. I’m still the child of Voldemort, without a mother, giving sympathy to the boy who doesn’t ever give anything back. So I’m sorry if I’ve ruined your life because I tell you — you wouldn’t have a chance of ruining mine — it was already ruined. You just didn’t make it better. Because you’re a terrible — the most terrible — friend.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
ALBUS: Quick. We need to hide.
SCORPIUS: What?
ALBUS: Scorpius, look at me.
SCORPIUS: That’s the Invisibility Cloak? Isn’t it James’s?
ALBUS: If she finds us, we’ll be forced apart forever. Please. I didn’t understand. Please.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL
Well, where have they — I never wanted this thing and now it’s playing tricks on me.
Unless. Unless . . . Your father’s Cloak.
Well, if I didn’t see you, I didn’t see you.
ALBUS: Yes, I stole this from James. He’s remarkably easy to steal from; his trunk combination is the date he got his first broom. I’ve found the Cloak made avoiding bullies . . . easier.
I’m sorry — about your mum. I know we don’t talk about her enough — but I hope you know — I’m sorry — it’s rubbish — what happened to her — to you.
SCORPIUS: Thanks.
ALBUS: My dad said — said that you were this dark cloud around me. My dad started to think — and I just knew I had to stay away, and if I didn’t, Dad said he would —
SCORPIUS: Your dad thinks the rumors are true — I am the son of Voldemort?
ALBUS
SCORPIUS: Good. Let them. Sometimes — sometimes I find myself thinking — maybe they’re true too.
ALBUS: No. They’re not true. And I’ll tell you why. Because I don’t think Voldemort is capable of having a kind son — and you’re kind, Scorpius. To the depths of your belly, to the tips of your fingers. I truly believe Voldemort — Voldemort couldn’t have a child like you.
SCORPIUS: That’s nice — that’s a nice thing to say.