Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

The sky turns even blacker still around them.
Expecto Patronum!
SNAPE sends forward a Patronus, and it’s a beautiful white shape of a doe.
SCORPIUS: A doe? Lily’s Patronus.
SNAPE: Strange, isn’t it? What comes from within.
Dementors start to appear all around them. SNAPE knows what this means.
You need to run. I will keep them at bay for as long as I can.
SCORPIUS: Thank you for being my light in the darkness.
SNAPE looks at him, every inch a hero, he softly smiles.
SNAPE: Tell Albus — tell Albus Severus — I’m proud he carries my name. Now go. Go.
The doe looks at SNAPE — who nods at it — and then back at SCORPIUS, and then it starts to
run.
SCORPIUS thinks and then runs after the doe, and around him the world gets scarier. A
bloodcurdling scream goes up at one side. He sees the lake and throws himself inside.
SNAPE readies himself.
The dementors descend and SNAPE is pulled hard to the ground and then pushed high into
the air as his soul is ripped from him. The screams seem to multiply.
The doe turns to him with beautiful eyes, and disappears.
There is a bang and a flash. And then silence. And then there’s more silence.
It’s so still, it’s so peaceful, it’s so perfectly tranquil.
And then — SCORPIUS ascends to the surface. Breathing deeply. He looks around himself.
Breathing deep, panicked breaths. He looks up at the sky. The sky certainly seems — bluer
than before.
There is a moment of pure calm.
And then ALBUS ascends after SCORPIUS. There’s a silence. SCORPIUS just looks at ALBUS,
disbelieving. Both boys breathe in and out.
ALBUS: Whoa!