Albus and Scorpius woke on the cold floor of the Tickling Teapot, the shard in pieces between them. The rain had stopped. And in the doorway, holding a too-large umbrella, stood Harry Potter—disheveled, exhausted, and utterly terrified.
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. Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Parts One an...
“We don’t have to do this,” Scorpius said, his pale hair plastered to his forehead. “My father said these things leave scars on time itself. Like cutting a living creature.” Albus and Scorpius woke on the cold floor
He understood that Harry Potter hadn’t been trying to erase Albus’s flaws. He had been trying to protect him from a world that punishes difference. That love isn’t about fixing the past. It’s about sitting with someone in the broken present. They watched from the shadows as the champions dove
“No,” Scorpius whispered, tears cutting tracks through the ash on his face. “We go together or not at all.”
He just waited for his son to come home.
Twenty-two years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter, now Head of Magical Law Enforcement, still woke at 3:47 AM most nights. Not from nightmares of Voldemort anymore, but from a quieter dread: the face of his youngest son, Albus Severus, twisted in silent resentment across the dinner table that evening.