Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

DRACO: Which is why you need this. I have been holding on to it, barely resisting using it, even
though I would sell my soul for another minute with Astoria.
HARRY: Oh, Draco . . . we can’t. We can’t use it.
DRACO looks up at HARRY, and for the first time — at the bottom of this dreadful pit — they
look at each other as friends.
DRACO: We have to find them — if it takes centuries, we must find our sons —
HARRY: We have no idea where they are or when they are. Searching in time when you’ve no
idea where in time to search, that’s a fool’s errand. No, love won’t do it and nor will a Time-
Turner, I’m afraid. It’s up to our sons now — they’re the only ones who can save us.