Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

DELPHI: Work faster!
She’s pulled back in, screaming.
ALBUS/RON: Delphi! Delphi!
He tries to grab her hand, but she’s gone.
SCORPIUS/HARRY: She’d become herself again — did you notice?
ALBUS/RON: No! Because I was more worried about her being eaten by a bookcase! Find.
Something. Anything on him.
He finds a book.
The Heir of Slytherin? Do you think?
He pulls the book from the shelf, it pulls back, he tries desperately to fight it, but ALBUS/RON
is consumed by the bookcase.
SCORPIUS/HARRY: Albus? Albus!!
Before SCORPIUS/HARRY can reach him, ALBUS/RON is gone. He thinks a moment, full of doubt,
and then realizes this is his job to finish now.
Okay. Not that. Voldemort. Voldemort. Voldemort.
He scans the shelves.
Marvolo: The Truth, this must be . . .
He pulls it open. Again it swings away, revealing a splintering light, and a deeper voice
than previously heard.
BOOK:
I am the creature you have not seen.
I am you. I am me. The echo unforeseen.
Sometimes in front, sometimes behind,
A constant companion, for we are entwined.
ALBUS emerges from the books. As himself again.
SCORPIUS/HARRY: Albus . . .
He tries to grab him. But the bookcase is too strong.
ALBUS: No. Just — THIIIIIIINK.