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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.

Scorpius grabbed Albus’s sleeve. “The Shard. We have to go back—stop ourselves from ever speaking to Cedric.”

“You don’t know me,” Albus had whispered, pushing his untouched treacle tart aside. “You only know the boy you wanted me to be.” 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.

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. And three thousand miles away, in a quiet

Cedric, desperate and kind, nodded.

Scorpius hesitated. “That’s not ‘tweaking.’ That’s tearing out a page and rewriting the whole book.” “The Shard

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.

“Scorpius,” Albus said quietly, “go back. Tell my dad… tell him I finally get it.”

“My father is a living scar,” Albus replied bitterly. “And he’d rather I were someone else. What if we just… tweak one thing? The Triwizard Tournament. The second task. What if Cedric Diggory never felt the humiliation of losing? Then he wouldn’t have been in that graveyard. He wouldn’t have died.”