Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

You keep away, you understand — you keep away.
VOLDEMORT (from off): Avada Kedavra!
HARRY flinches as green light flashes around the auditorium.
ALBUS takes his hand. HARRY grasps hold of it. He needs it.
ALBUS: He did everything he could.
GINNY rises beside him and takes HARRY’s other hand. He leans into them, they’re holding
him up now.
HARRY: That’s my mum, at the window. I can see my mother, she looks beautiful.
There’s the sound of banging as doors are blasted off.
LILY (from off): Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry . . .
VOLDEMORT (from off): Stand aside, you silly girl . . . Stand aside, now . . .
LILY (from off): Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead . . .
VOLDEMORT (from off): This is my last warning —
LILY (from off): Not Harry! Please . . . Have mercy . . . have mercy . . . Not my son! Please — I’ll
do anything.
VOLDEMORT (from off): Avada Kedavra!
And it’s like lightning passes through HARRY’s body. He’s sent to the floor, a pure mess of
grief.
And a noise like a shrunken scream descends and ascends around us.
And we just watch.
And slowly what was there is no longer there.
And the stage transforms and rotates.
And HARRY and his family and his friends are rotated off and away.