Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

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 — this boy Craig, 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.
She takes HARRY in her arms. There is a big pause filled with pure unhappiness.
HARRY: The Boy Who Lived. How many people have to die for the Boy Who Lived?
HARRY sways a moment, unsure. Then he notices the blanket. He walks towards it.
This blanket is all I have, you know . . . of that Hallows’ Eve. This is all I have to remember
them. And whilst —
He picks up the blanket. He discovers it has holes in it. He looks at it, dismayed.
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.
He throws down the blanket. GINNY picks it up, examining it.
GINNY: Harry . . .
HARRY: What?
GINNY: Harry, it has — something — written —
And without warning, ALBUS and SCORPIUS appear, sharing the stage with HARRY and GINNY
even though they are separated by time.
ALBUS: “Dad . . .”
SCORPIUS: We’re starting with “Dad”?
ALBUS: So he’ll know it’s from me.
SCORPIUS: Harry is his name. We should start with “Harry.”
ALBUS (firm): We’re starting with “Dad.”