Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

ACT THREE, SCENE TWELVE
DREAM, GODRIC’S HOLLOW, GRAVEYARD
YOUNG HARRY stands looking at a gravestone covered in bunches of flowers. He has a small bunch
of flowers in his hand.
AUNT PETUNIA: Go on then, lay down your grotty little flowers and then let’s go. I already hate
this poxy little village, I don’t know why I even had the thought — Godric’s Hollow, Godless
Hollow, more like, the place is clearly a hive of filth — go on, chop-chop.
He approaches the grave. He stands a moment more.
Now, Harry . . . I don’t have time for this. Duddy has his Cubs tonight and you know he hates
to be late.
YOUNG HARRY: Aunt Petunia. We’re their last living relatives, right?
AUNT PETUNIA: Yes. You and I. Yes.
YOUNG HARRY: And — they weren’t popular? You said they didn’t have any friends?
AUNT PETUNIA: Lily tried — bless her — she tried — it wasn’t her fault, but she repelled people
— by her very nature. It was her intensity, it was her manner, it was her — way. And your
father — obnoxious man — extraordinarily obnoxious. No friends. Neither of them.
YOUNG HARRY: So my question is — why are there so many flowers? Why are there flowers all
over their grave?
AUNT PETUNIA looks around, she sees all the flowers as if for the first time and it moves her
hugely. She approaches and then sits by her sister’s grave, trying hard to fight the emotions