Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

SCORPIUS: Sorry?
STATIONMASTER: If you’re waiting oan th’ auld reekie train, you’ll need tae ken it’s running late.
Train wirks oan th’ line. It’s a’ oan th’ amended time buird.
He looks at them, they look back bewildered. He frowns and hands them an amended
timetable. He points to the right bit of it.
Late.
ALBUS takes it and examines it. His face changes as he takes in enormous information.
SCORPIUS just stares at the STATIONMASTER.
ALBUS: I know where she is.
SCORPIUS: You understood that?
ALBUS: Look at the date. On the timetable.
SCORPIUS leans in and reads.
SCORPIUS: The 30th October, 1981. Day before Hallows’ Eve, thirty-nine years ago. But — why
is she? Oh.
SCORPIUS’s face falls as he realizes.
ALBUS: The death of my grandparents. The attack on my dad as a baby . . . The moment when
Voldemort’s curse rebounded on himself. She’s not trying to bring about her prophecy —
she’s trying to prevent the big one.
SCORPIUS: The big one?
ALBUS: “The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches . . .”
SCORPIUS joins in.
SCORPIUS and ALBUS: “. . . born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month
dies . . .”
SCORPIUS’s face falls with every word.
SCORPIUS: It’s my fault. I told her that prophecies can be broken — I told her the whole logic of
prophecies is questionable —
ALBUS: In twenty-four hours’ time Voldemort curses himself trying to kill the baby Harry Potter.
Delphi is trying to prevent that curse. She’s going to kill Harry herself. We need to get to
Godric’s Hollow. Now.