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“A friend,” Albus lied. “Trust me. Humiliation now saves you later.”
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.
They found Cedric Diggory alone by the lake, nervously retying his black fabric pouch. He was all broad shoulders and earnest hope.
“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...
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.
And for the first time in Albus’s life, that felt like enough. End.
“The prisoner’s son,” this Harry sneered. “Interrogation Room Seven. Now.” “A friend,” Albus lied
He just waited for his son to come home.
“No,” Scorpius whispered, tears cutting tracks through the ash on his face. “We go together or not at all.”
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. She was not the eccentric oracle they’d known;
“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.”
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.