Harry Potter And The Cursed Child Parts One An... 95%

“Don’t,” Albus started, “Dad, I’m sorry—”

“Albus?” Scorpius whispered.

“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.” Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Parts One an...

“I don’t need you to be someone else,” Harry whispered into his son’s messy black hair. “I just need you to be here.” Like cutting a living creature

Delphi Diggory rose. She was not the eccentric oracle they’d known; she was High Inquisitor of the Second Reign. Her eyes burned with a familiar, reptilian hunger. Around her neck hung the Temporal Shard, now fully healed. Her eyes burned with a familiar, reptilian hunger

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.

A cold voice slithered from the throne beside the statue.