One An... — Harry Potter And The Cursed Child Parts

“The prisoner’s son,” this Harry sneered. “Interrogation Room Seven. Now.”

And three thousand miles away, in a quiet bedroom at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, the present-day Harry Potter woke from a dream of drowning. He walked to Albus’s empty room, sat on the unmade bed, and for the first time in years, he didn’t think about Voldemort or Cedric or the Ministry. Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Parts One an...

The words had burrowed under Harry’s ribs like a splinter of a broken wand. At that same hour, Albus stood with Scorpius Malfoy in the shadow of the Tickling Teapot, a derelict shop in Hogsmeade. Rain slicked the cobblestones. In Scorpius’s hand was a sliver of enchanted glass—a , a lost relic from a broken Time-Turner, which had called to Albus in his dreams for a month. “The prisoner’s son,” this Harry sneered

They watched from the shadows as the champions dove. And Cedric did exactly as Albus said. He slowed. He pretended his charm was failing. Harry Potter—a younger, lankier, unbroken Harry—surfaced with Ron Weasley just as Cedric arrived with Cho Chang. The crowd applauded both. Cedric grinned, relieved. He walked to Albus’s empty room, sat on