Voldemort will return and the Augurey will sit at his side. Just as it was prophesized. “When spares are spared, when time is turned, when unseen children murder their fathers: Then will the Dark Lord return.”
Cedric is the spare, and Albus —
— the unseen child who will kill his father by rewriting time and so return the Dark Lord.
Now!
ACT THREE, SCENE TWENTY
TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT, MAZE, 1995
LUDO BAGMAN: Ladies and gentlemen — boys and girls — I give you — the greatest — the fabulous — the one — and the only TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT.
If you’re from Hogwarts. Give me a cheer.
If you’re from Durmstrang — give me a cheer.
AND IF YOU’RE FROM BEAUXBATONS GIVE ME A CHEER.
The French, finally showing us what they’re capable of there. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you — the final of the Triwizard tasks. A maze of mysteries, a disease of uncontrollable darkness, for this maze — it lives. It lives.
And why risk this living nightmare? Because inside this maze is a Cup — and not just any Cup — yes, the Triwizard trophy stands within this vegetation.
DELPHI: Where is he? Where is Cedric?
SCORPIUS: The hedges want to kill us too? This gets better and better.
DELPHI: You will keep up or face the consequences.
LUDO BAGMAN: The perils are plentiful, but the prizes are palpable. Who will fight their way through? Who will fall at the final hurdle? What heroes do we have within our midst? Only time will tell, ladies and gentlemen, only time will tell.
SCORPIUS: Albus, we need to do something.
ALBUS: I know, but what? She has snapped our wands, we’re bound, and she’s threatening to kill you.
SCORPIUS: I’m ready to die if it’ll stop Voldemort returning.
ALBUS: Are you?
SCORPIUS: You won’t have to mourn me for long, she’ll kill me and quickly kill you too.
ALBUS
SCORPIUS: It won’t work.
LUDO BAGMAN: Now let me remind you of the current standings! Tied in first place — Mr. Cedric Diggory and Mr. Harry Potter. In second place — Mr. Viktor Krum! And in third place —
ALBUS: Where did she go?
SCORPIUS: Does it matter? Which way do you think?
DELPHI: You poor creatures.
Thinking you can escape me.
ALBUS
DELPHI: Brooms — such unwieldy, unnecessary objects. Three minutes gone. We have two minutes left. And you will do what you’re told.