ALBUS: He always said — it’s the only thing he had from her. Look at the love with which she’s put it on him — I think he’d like to know about that — I wish I could tell him.
SCORPIUS: And I wish I could tell my dad — well, I’m not sure what. I think I’d like to tell him that I’m occasionally capable of more bravery than he might think I am.
ALBUS: Scorpius — my dad still has that blanket.
SCORPIUS: That won’t work. If we write a message on it now, even really small, he’ll read it too soon. Time will be spoilt.
ALBUS: What do you know about love potions? What’s the ingredient they all contain?
SCORPIUS: Amongst other things, pearl dust.
ALBUS: Pearl dust is a relatively rare ingredient, isn’t it?
SCORPIUS: Mainly because it’s pretty expensive. What’s this about, Albus?
ALBUS: Dad and I had a fight on the day before I went to school.
SCORPIUS: This I am aware of. I believe it kind of got us into this mess.
ALBUS: I threw the blanket across the room. It collided with the love potion that Uncle Ron gave me as a joke.
SCORPIUS: He’s a funny guy.
ALBUS: The potion spilt and the blanket was covered in it and I happen to know for a fact Mum hasn’t let Dad touch that room since I left it.
SCORPIUS: So?
ALBUS: So it’s coming up to Hallows’ Eve in their time as well as ours — and he told me he always finds that blanket, he needs to be with it on Hallows’ Eve — it was the last thing his mum gave him — so he will look for it and when he finds it . . .
SCORPIUS: No. Still not getting you.
ALBUS: What reacts with pearl dust?
SCORPIUS: Well, it is said that if tincture of Demiguise and pearl dust meet . . . they burn.
ALBUS: And is tincture of
SCORPIUS: No.
ALBUS: So if we were to get that blanket and write on it in tincture of Demiguise, then . . .
SCORPIUS
ALBUS: We just need to work out where to find some . . . Demiguises.
SCORPIUS: You know, rumor has it Bathilda Bagshot never saw the point in witches and wizards locking their doors.
Rumor was right. Time to steal some wands and get potioning.
ACT FOUR, SCENE SIX
HARRY AND GINNY POTTER’S HOUSE, ALBUS’S ROOM
GINNY: Surprised to find you here.
HARRY: Don’t worry, I haven’t touched anything. Your shrine is preserved.
You know I’ve had some pretty terrible Hallows’ Eves — but this is undoubtedly at least the — second worst.
GINNY: I was wrong — to blame you. I always accuse you of jumping to things and it was me who — Albus went missing and I assumed it was your fault. I’m sorry I did that.
HARRY: You don’t think this is my fault?
GINNY: Harry, he was kidnapped by a powerful Dark witch, how can that be your fault?
HARRY: I chased him away. I chased him to her.
GINNY: Can we not treat this as if the battle is already lost?
HARRY: I’m sorry, Gin . . .
GINNY: Are you not listening to me? I’m sorry too.
HARRY: I shouldn’t have survived — it was my destiny to die — even Dumbledore thought so — and yet I lived. I beat Voldemort. All these people — all these people — my parents, Fred, the Fallen Fifty — and it’s me that gets to live? How is that? All this damage — and it’s my fault.
GINNY: They were killed by Voldemort.
HARRY: But if I’d stopped him sooner? All that blood on my hands. And now our son has been taken too —
GINNY: He’s not dead. Do you hear me, Harry? He’s not dead.
HARRY: The Boy Who Lived. How many people have to die for the Boy Who Lived?
This blanket is all I have, you know . . . of that Hallows’ Eve. This is all I have to remember them. And whilst —
This has got holes in it. Ron’s idiotic love potion has burnt through it, right through it. Look at this. It’s ruined. Ruined.
What?
GINNY: Harry, it has — something — written —