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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Parts One and Two may not be performed in whole or in part and no use may be made of it whatsoever except under express license from the rights holders of the work, J. K. Rowling and Harry Potter Theatrical Productions Limited.

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To Jack Thorne

who entered my world

and did beautiful things there.

— J. K. Rowling

For Joe, Louis, Max, Sonny, and Merle. . . wizards all. . .

— John Tiffany

To Elliott Thorne, born April 7, 2016.

As we rehearsed, he gurgled.

— Jack Thorne

CONTENTS

PART ONE

ACT ONE

ACT TWO

PART TWO

ACT THREE

ACT FOUR

ABOUTTHE PRODUCTION

BIOGRAPHIESOFTHE ORIGINAL STORY TEAM

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

ACT ONE, SCENE ONE

KING’S CROSS

A busy and crowded station. Full of people trying to go somewhere. Amongst the hustle and bustle, two large cages rattle on top of two laden trolleys. They’re being pushed by two boys, JAMES POTTER and ALBUS POTTER, their mother, GINNY, follows after. A thirty-seven-year-old man, HARRY, has his daughter, LILY, on his shoulders.

ALBUS: Dad. He keeps saying it.

HARRY: James, give it a rest.

JAMES: I only said he might be in Slytherin. And he might so. . . (Off his dad’s glare. ) Fine.

ALBUS(looking up at his mum): You’ll write to me, won’t you?

GINNY: Every day if you want us to.

ALBUS: No. Not every day. James says most people only get letters from home about once a month. I don’t want to. . .

HARRY: We wrote to your brother three times a week last year.

ALBUS: What? James!

ALBUS

looks accusingly at

JAMES

GINNY: Yes. You may not want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts. He likes a laugh, your brother.

JAMES(with a grin): Can we go now, please?

ALBUS

looks at his dad, and then his mum.

GINNY: All you have to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms nine and ten.

LILY: I’m so excited.

HARRY: Don’t stop and don’t be scared you’ll crash into it, that’s very important. Best to do it at a run if you’re nervous.

ALBUS: I’m ready.

HARRY

and

LILY

put their hands on

ALBUS

’s trolley —

GINNY

joins

JAMES

’s trolley — together, the family run hard into the barrier.

ACT ONE, SCENE TWO

PLATFORM NINE AND THREE-QUARTERS

Which is covered in thick white steam pouring from the HOGWARTS EXPRESS.

And which is also busy — but instead of people in sharp suits going about their day — it’s now wizards and witches in robes mostly trying to work out how to say good-bye to their beloved progeny.

ALBUS: This is it.

LILY: Wow!

ALBUS: Platform nine and three-quarters.

LILY: Where are they? Are they here? Maybe they didn’t come?

HARRY

points out

RON

HERMIONE

, and their daughter,

ROSE

LILY

runs hard up to them.

Uncle Ron. Uncle Ron!!!

RON

turns towards them as

LILY

goes barreling up to him. He picks her up into his arms.

RON: If it isn’t my favorite Potter.

LILY: Have you got my trick?

RON: Are you aware of the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes–certified nose-stealing breath?

ROSE: Mum! Dad’s doing that lame thing again.

HERMIONE: You say lame, he says glorious, I say — somewhere in between.

RON: Hang on. Let me just munch this. . . air. And now it’s just a simple matter of. . . Excuse me if I smell slightly of garlic. . .

He breathes on her face.

LILY

giggles.

LILY: You smell of porridge.

RON: Bing. Bang. Boing. Young lady, get ready to not being able to smell at all. . .

He lifts her nose off.

LILY: Where’s my nose?

RON: Ta-da!

His hand is empty. It’s a lame trick. Everyone enjoys its lameness.

LILY: You are silly.

ALBUS: Everyone’s staring at us again.

RON: Because of me! I’m extremely famous. My nose experiments are legendary!

HERMIONE: They’re certainly something.

HARRY: Parked all right, then?

RON: I did. Hermione didn’t believe I could pass a Muggle driving test, did you? She thought I’d have to Confund the examiner.

HERMIONE: I thought nothing of the kind, I have complete faith in you.

ROSE: And I have complete faith he did Confund the examiner.

RON: Oi!

ALBUS: Dad. . .

ALBUS

pulls on

HARRY

’s robes.

HARRY

looks down.

Do you think — what if I am — what if I’m put in Slytherin. . .

HARRY: And what would be wrong with that?

ALBUS: Slytherin is the House of the snake, of Dark Magic. . . It’s not a House of brave wizards.

HARRY: Albus Severus, you were named after two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew.

ALBUS: But just say. . .

HARRY: If it matters to you, you, the Sorting Hat will take your feelings into account.

ALBUS: Really?

HARRY: It did for me.

This is something he’s never said before, it resonates around his head a moment.

Hogwarts will be the making of you, Albus. I promise you, there is nothing to be frightened of there.

JAMES: Apart from the Thestrals. Watch out for the Thestrals.

ALBUS: I thought they were invisible!

HARRY: Listen to your professors, don’t listen to James, and remember to enjoy yourself. Now, if you don’t want this train to leave without you, you should leap on. . .

LILY: I’m going to chase the train out.

GINNY: Lily, come straight back.

HERMIONE: Rose. Remember to send Neville our love.

ROSE: Mum, I can’t give a professor love!

ROSE

exits for the train. And then

ALBUS

turns and hugs

GINNY

and

HARRY

one last time before following after her.

ALBUS: Okay, then. Bye.

He climbs on board.

HERMIONE

GINNY

RON

, and

HARRY

stand watching the train — as whistles blow up and down the platform.

GINNY: They’re going to be okay, right?

HERMIONE: Hogwarts is a big place.

RON: Big. Wonderful. Full of food. I’d give anything to be going back.

HARRY: Strange, Al being worried he’ll be sorted into Slytherin.

HERMIONE: That’s nothing, Rose is worried whether she’ll break the Quidditch scoring record in her first or second year. And how early she can take her O. W. L. s.

RON: I have no idea where she gets her ambition from.

GINNY: And how would you feel, Harry, if Al — if he is?

RON: You know, Gin, we always thought there was a chance you could be sorted into Slytherin.

GINNY: What?

RON: Honestly, Fred and George ran a book.

HERMIONE: Can we go? People are looking, you know.

GINNY: People always look when you three are together. And apart. People always look at you.

The four exit.

GINNY

stops

HARRY

Harry. . . He’ll be all right, won’t he?

HARRY: Of course he will.

ACT ONE, SCENE THREE

THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS

ALBUS and ROSE walk along the carriage of the train.

The TROLLEY WITCH approaches, pushing her trolley.

TROLLEY WITCH: Anything from the trolley, dears? Pumpkin Pasty? Chocolate Frog? Cauldron Cake?

ROSE(spotting ALBUS ’s loving look at the Chocolate Frogs): Al. We need to concentrate.

ALBUS: Concentrate on what?

ROSE: On who we choose to be friends with. My mum and dad met your dad on their first Hogwarts Express, you know. . .

ALBUS: So we need to choose now who to be friends with for life? That’s quite scary.

ROSE: On the contrary, it’s exciting. I’m a Granger-Weasley, you’re a Potter — everyone will want to be friends with us, we’ve got the pick of anyone we want.

ALBUS: So how do we decide — which compartment to go in. . .

ROSE: We rate them all and then we make a decision.

ALBUS

opens a door — to look in on a lonely blond kid —

SCORPIUS

— in an otherwise empty compartment.

ALBUS

smiles.

SCORPIUS

smiles back.

ALBUS: Hi. Is this compartment. . .

SCORPIUS: It’s free. It’s just me.

ALBUS: Great. So we might just — come in — for a bit — if that’s okay?

SCORPIUS: That’s okay. Hi.

ALBUS: Albus. Al. I’m — my name is Albus. . .

SCORPIUS: Hi Scorpius. I mean, I’m Scorpius. You’re Albus. I’m Scorpius. And you must be. . .

ROSE

’s face is growing colder by the minute.

ROSE: Rose.

SCORPIUS: Hi, Rose. Would you like some of my Fizzing Whizbees?

ROSE: I’ve just had breakfast, thanks.

SCORPIUS: I’ve also got some Shock-o-Choc, Pepper Imps, and some Jelly Slugs. Mum’s idea — she says (sings), “Sweets, they always help you make friends. ” (He realizes that singing was a mistake. ) Stupid idea, probably.

ALBUS: I’ll have some. . . Mum doesn’t let me have sweets. Which one would you start with?

ROSE

hits

ALBUS

out of sight of

SCORPIUS

SCORPIUS: Easy. I’ve always regarded the Pepper Imp as the king of the confectionery bag. They’re peppermint sweets that make you smoke at the ears.

ALBUS: Brilliant, then that’s what I’ll — ( ROSE hits him again. ) Rose, will you please stop hitting me?

ROSE: I’m not hitting you.

ALBUS: You are hitting me, and it hurts.

SCORPIUS

’s face falls.

SCORPIUS: She’s hitting you because of me.

ALBUS: What?

SCORPIUS: Listen, I know who you are, so it’s probably only fair you know who I am.

ALBUS: What do you mean you know who I am?

SCORPIUS: You’re Albus Potter. She’s Rose Granger-Weasley. And I am Scorpius Malfoy. My parents are Astoria and Draco Malfoy. Our parents — they didn’t get on.

ROSE: That’s putting it mildly. Your mum and dad are Death Eaters!

SCORPIUS(affronted): Dad was — but Mum wasn’t.

ROSE

looks away, and

SCORPIUS

knows why she does.

I know what the rumor is, and it’s a lie.

ALBUS

looks from an uncomfortable

ROSE

to a desperate

SCORPIUS

ALBUS: What — is the rumor?

SCORPIUS: The rumor is that my parents couldn’t have children. That my father and my grandfather were so desperate for a powerful heir, to prevent the end of the Malfoy line, that they. . . that they used a Time-Turner to send my mother back. . .

ALBUS: To send her back where?

ROSE: The rumor is that he’s Voldemort’s son, Albus.

A horrible, uncomfortable silence.

It’s probably rubbish. I mean. . . look, you’ve got a nose.

The tension is slightly broken.

SCORPIUS

laughs, pathetically grateful.

SCORPIUS: And it’s just like my father’s! I got his nose, his hair, and his name. Not that that’s a great thing either. I mean — father-son issues, I have them. But, on the whole, I’d rather be a Malfoy than, you know, the son of the Dark Lord.

SCORPIUS

and

ALBUS

look at each other and something passes between them.

ROSE: Yes, well, we probably should sit somewhere else. Come on, Albus.

ALBUS

is thinking deeply.

ALBUS: No. (Off ROSE ’s look. ) I’m okay. You go on. . .

ROSE: Albus. I won’t wait.

ALBUS: And I wouldn’t expect you to. But I’m staying here.

ROSE

looks at him a second and then leaves the compartment.

ROSE: Fine!

SCORPIUS

and

ALBUS

are left — looking at each other — unsure.

SCORPIUS: Thank you.

ALBUS: No. No. I didn’t stay — for you — I stayed for your sweets.

SCORPIUS: She’s quite fierce.

ALBUS: Yes. Sorry.

SCORPIUS: No. I like it. Do you prefer Albus or Al?

SCORPIUS

grins and pops two sweets into his mouth.

ALBUS(thinks): Albus.

SCORPIUS(as smoke comes out of his ears): THANK YOU FOR STAYING FOR MY SWEETS, ALBUS!

ALBUS(laughing): Wow.

ACT ONE, SCENE FOUR

TRANSITION SCENE

And now we enter a never-world of time change. And this scene is all about magic. The changes are rapid as we leap between worlds. There are no individual scenes, but fragments, shards that show the constant progression of time.

Initially we’re inside Hogwarts, in the Great Hall, and everyone is dancing around ALBUS.

POLLY CHAPMAN: Albus Potter.

KARL JENKINS: A Potter. In our year.

YANN FREDERICKS: He’s got his hair. He’s got hair just like him.

ROSE: And he’s my cousin. (As they turn. ) Rose Granger-Weasley. Nice to meet you.

The

SORTING HAT

walks through the students, who spring into their Houses.

It becomes quickly apparent he’s approaching

ROSE

, who is tense as she awaits her fate.

SORTING HAT:

I’ve done this job for centuries

On every student’s head I’ve sat

Of thoughts I take inventories

For I’m the famous Sorting Hat

I’ve sorted high, I’ve sorted low,

I’ve done the job through thick and thin

So put me on and you will know

Which House you should be in. . .

Rose Granger-Weasley.

He puts his hat on

ROSE

’s head.

GRYFFINDOR!

There’s cheering from the Gryffindors as

ROSE

joins them.

ROSE: Thank Dumbledore.

SCORPIUS

runs to take

ROSE

’s place under the

SORTING HAT

’s glare.

SORTING HAT: Scorpius Malfoy.

He puts his hat on

SCORPIUS

’s head.

SLYTHERIN!

SCORPIUS

was expecting this, he nods and half smiles. There’s cheering from the Slytherins as he joins them.

POLLY CHAPMAN: Well, that makes sense.

ALBUS

walks swiftly to the front of the stage.

SORTING HAT: Albus Potter.

He puts his hat on

ALBUS

’s head — and this time he seems to take longer — almost as if he too is confused.

SLYTHERIN!

There’s a silence.

A perfect, profound silence.

One that sits low, twists a bit, and has damage within it.

POLLY CHAPMAN: Slytherin?

CRAIG BOWKER JR.: Whoa! A Potter? In Slytherin.

ALBUS

looks out, unsure.

SCORPIUS

smiles, delighted, as he shouts across to him.

SCORPIUS: You can stand next to me!

ALBUS(thoroughly discombobulated): Right. Yes.

YANN FREDERICKS: I suppose his hair isn’t that similar.

ROSE: Albus? But this is wrong, Albus. This is not how it’s supposed to be.

And suddenly a flying lesson is happening with

MADAM HOOCH

MADAM HOOCH: Well, what are you all waiting for? Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up.

The kids all hurry into position beside their brooms.

Stick out your hands out over your broom, and say, “Up! ”

EVERYONE: UP!

ROSE

’s and

YANN

’s brooms sail into their hands.

ROSE and YANN: Yes!

MADAM HOOCH: Come on, now, I’ve no time for shirkers. Say “UP. ” “UP” like you mean it.

EVERYONE(bar ROSE and YANN ): UP!

Brooms sail up, including

SCORPIUS

’s. Only

ALBUS

is left with his broom on the floor.

EVERYONE(bar ROSE, YANN, and ALBUS ): YES!

ALBUS: Up. UP. UP.

His broom doesn’t move. Not even a millimeter. He stares at it with disbelieving desperation. There’s giggling from the rest of the class.

POLLY CHAPMAN: Oh Merlin’s beard, how humiliating! He really isn’t like his father at all, is he?

KARL JENKINS: Albus Potter, the Slytherin Squib.

MADAM HOOCH: Okay. Children. Time to fly.

And suddenly

HARRY

appears from nowhere beside

ALBUS

as steam expands all over the stage.

We’re back on platform nine and three-quarters and time has ticked on mercilessly.

ALBUS

is now a year older (as is

HARRY

, but less noticeably).

ALBUS: I’m just asking you, Dad, if you’ll — if you’ll just stand a little away from me.

HARRY(amused): Second-years don’t like to be seen with their dads, is that it?

OVER-ATTENTIVE WIZARD

begins to circle them.

ALBUS: No. It’s just — you’re you and — and I’m me and —

HARRY: It’s just people looking, okay? People look. And they’re looking at me, not you.

The

OVER-ATTENTIVE WIZARD

proffers something for

HARRY

to sign — he signs it.

ALBUS: At Harry Potter and his disappointing son.

HARRY: What does that mean?

ALBUS: At Harry Potter and his Slytherin son.

JAMES

rushes past them, carrying his bag.

JAMES: Slythering Slytherin, stop with your dithering, time to get onto the train.

HARRY: Unnecessary, James.

JAMES(long gone): See you at Christmas, Dad.

HARRY

looks at

ALBUS

, concerned.

HARRY: Al —

ALBUS: My name is Albus, not Al.

HARRY: Are the other kids being unkind? Is that it? Maybe if you tried making a few more friends. . . without Hermione and Ron I wouldn’t have survived Hogwarts, I wouldn’t have survived at all.

ALBUS: But I don’t need a Ron and Hermione. I’ve — I’ve got a friend, Scorpius, and I know you don’t like him but he’s all I need.

HARRY: Look, as long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters to me.

ALBUS: You didn’t need to bring me to the station, Dad.

ALBUS

picks up his case and makes hard away.

HARRY: But I wanted to be here. . .

But

ALBUS

is gone.

DRACO MALFOY

, his robes perfect, his blond ponytail precisely placed, emerges from within the crowds to be beside

HARRY

DRACO: I need a favor.

HARRY: Draco.

DRACO: These rumors — about my son’s parentage — they don’t seem to be going away. The other Hogwarts students tease Scorpius about it relentlessly — if the Ministry could release a statement reaffirming that all Time-Turners were destroyed in the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. . .

HARRY: Draco, just let it blow over — they’ll soon move on.

DRACO: My son is suffering and — Astoria hasn’t been well recently — so he needs all the support he can get.

HARRY: If you answer the gossip, you feed the gossip. There’ve been rumors Voldemort had a child for years, Scorpius is not the first to be accused. The Ministry, for your sake as well as ours, needs to steer well clear.

DRACO

frowns, annoyed, as the stage clears and

ROSE

and

ALBUS

stand ready with their cases.

ALBUS: As soon as the train leaves you don’t have to talk to me.

ROSE: I know. We just need to keep the pretense up in front of the grown-ups.

SCORPIUS

runs on — with big hopes and an even bigger case.

SCORPIUS(hopeful): Hi, Rose.

ROSE(definitive): Bye, Albus.

SCORPIUS(still hopeful): She’s melting.

And suddenly we’re in the Great Hall and

PROFESSOR McGONAGALL

is standing at the front with a big smile on her face.

PROFESSOR McGONAGALL: And I’m pleased to announce Gryffindor’s newest member of the Quidditch team — our — (she realizes she can’t be partial) your superb new Chaser — Rose Granger-Weasley.

The hall erupts into cheers.

SCORPIUS

claps alongside them all.

ALBUS: Are you clapping her too? We hate Quidditch and she’s playing for another House.

SCORPIUS: She’s your cousin, Albus.

ALBUS: Do you think she’d clap for me?

SCORPIUS: I think she’s brilliant.

The students circle

ALBUS

again as suddenly a Potions class begins.

POLLY CHAPMAN: Albus Potter. An irrelevance. Even portraits turn the other way when he comes up the stairs.

ALBUS

hunches over a potion.

ALBUS: And now we add — is it horn of bicorn?

KARL JENKINS: Leave him and Voldemort’s child to it, I say.

ALBUS: With just a little salamander blood. . .

The potion explodes loudly.

SCORPIUS: Okay. What’s the counter-ingredient? What do we need to change?

ALBUS: Everything.

And with that, time moves ever onwards —

ALBUS

’s eyes become darker, his face grows more sallow. He’s still an attractive boy, but he’s trying not to admit it.

And suddenly he’s back on platform nine and three-quarters with his dad — who is still trying to persuade his son (and himself) that everything is okay. Both have aged another year.

HARRY: Third year. Big year. Here is your permission form for Hogsmeade.

ALBUS: I hate Hogsmeade.

HARRY: How can you hate a place you haven’t actually visited yet?

ALBUS: Because I know it’ll be full of Hogwarts students.

ALBUS

screws up the paper.

HARRY: Just give it a go — come on — this is your chance to go nuts in Honeydukes without your mum knowing — no, Albus, don’t you dare.

ALBUS(pointing his wand): Incendio!

The ball of paper bursts into flame and ascends across the stage.

HARRY: Of all the stupid things!

ALBUS: The ironic thing is I didn’t expect it to work. I’m terrible at that spell.

HARRY: Al—Albus, I’ve been exchanging owls with Professor McGonagall — she says you’re isolating yourself — you’re uncooperative in lessons — you’re surly — you’re —

ALBUS: So what would you like me to do? Magic myself popular? Conjure myself into a new House? Transfigure myself into a better student? Just cast a spell, Dad, and change me into what you want me to be, okay? It’ll work better for both of us. Got to go. Train to catch. Friend to find.

ALBUS

runs to

SCORPIUS

, who is sitting on his case — numb to the world.

(Delighted. )

Scorpius. . .

(Concerned. )

Scorpius. . . Are you okay?

SCORPIUS

says nothing.

ALBUS

tries to read his friend’s eyes.

Your mum? It’s got worse?

SCORPIUS: It’s got the worst it can possibly get.

ALBUS

sits down beside

SCORPIUS

ALBUS: I thought you’d send an owl. . .

SCORPIUS: I couldn’t work out what to say.

ALBUS: And now I don’t know what to say. . .

SCORPIUS: Say nothing.

ALBUS: Is there anything. . . ?

SCORPIUS: Come to the funeral.

ALBUS: Of course.

SCORPIUS: And be my good friend.

And suddenly the

SORTING HAT

is center stage and we’re back in the Great Hall.

SORTING HAT:

Are you afraid of what you’ll hear?

Afraid I’ll speak the name you fear?

Not Slytherin! Not Gryffindor!

Not Hufflepuff! Not Ravenclaw!

Don’t worry, child, I know my job,

You’ll learn to laugh, if first you sob.

Lily Potter. GRYFFINDOR.

LILY: Yes!

ALBUS: Great.

SCORPIUS: Did you really think she’d come to us? Potters don’t belong in Slytherin.

ALBUS: This one does.

As he tries to melt into the background, the other students laugh. He looks up at them all.

I didn’t choose, you know that? I didn’t choose to be his son.

ACT ONE, SCENE FIVE

MINISTRY OF MAGIC, HARRY’S OFFICE

HERMIONE sits with piles of paper in front of her in HARRY ’s messy office. She is slowly sorting through it all. HARRY enters in a rush. He is bleeding from a graze on his cheek.

HERMIONE: How did it go?

HARRY: It was true.

HERMIONE: Theodore Nott?

HARRY: In custody.

HERMIONE: And the Time-Turner itself?

HARRY

reveals the Time-Turner. It shines out alluringly.

Is it genuine? Does it work? It’s not just an hour-reversal turner — it goes back further?

HARRY: We don’t know anything yet. I wanted to try it out there and then but wiser heads prevailed.

HERMIONE: Well, now we have it.

HARRY: And you’re sure you want to keep it?

HERMIONE: I don’t think we’ve a choice. Look at it. It’s entirely different to the Time-Turner I had.

HARRY(dry): Apparently wizardry has moved on since we were kids.

HERMIONE: You’re bleeding.

HARRY

checks his face in the mirror. He dabs at the wound with his robes.

Don’t worry, it’ll go with the scar.

HARRY(with a grin): What you doing in my office, Hermione?

HERMIONE: I was anxious to hear about Theodore Nott and — thought I’d check whether you’d kept your promise and were on top of your paperwork.

HARRY: Ah. Turns out I’m not.

HERMIONE: No. You’re not. Harry, how can you get any work done in this chaos?

HARRY

waves his wand and the papers and books transform into neat piles.

HARRY

smiles.

HARRY: No longer chaotic.

HERMIONE: But still ignored. You know, there’s some interesting stuff in here. . . There are mountain trolls riding Graphorns through Hungary, there are giants with winged tattoos on their backs walking through the Greek Seas, and the werewolves have gone entirely underground —

HARRY: Great, let’s get out there. I’ll get the team together.

HERMIONE: Harry, I get it. Paperwork’s boring. . .

HARRY: Not for you.

HERMIONE: I’m busy enough with my own. These are people and beasts that fought alongside Voldemort in the great wizarding wars. These are allies of darkness. This — combined with what we have just unearthed at Theodore Nott’s — could mean something. But if the Head of Magical Law Enforcement isn’t reading his files —