Act one, scene nine

HARRY AND GINNY POTTER’S HOUSE, BEDROOM

HARRY wakes suddenly. Breathing deeply in the night.

He waits a moment. Calming himself. And then he feels intense pain in his forehead. In his scar. Around him, Dark Magic moves.

GINNY: Harry...

HARRY: It’s fine. Go back to sleep.

GINNY: Lumos.

The room is filled with light from her wand. HARRY looks at her.

A nightmare?

HARRY: Yes.

GINNY: About what?

HARRY: The Dursleys — well, it started there — then it became something else.

Pause. GINNY looks at him — trying to work out where he is.

GINNY: Do you want a Sleeping Draught?

HARRY: No. I’ll be fine. Go back to sleep.

GINNY: You don’t seem fine.

HARRY says nothing.

(Seeing his agitation.) It can’t have been easy — with Amos Diggory.

HARRY: The anger I can cope with, the fact he’s right is harder. Amos lost his son because of me —

GINNY: That doesn’t seem particularly fair on yourself...

HARRY: — and there’s nothing I can say — nothing I can say to anyone — unless it’s the wrong thing, of course...

GINNY knows what — or rather who — he’s referring to.

GINNY: So that’s what’s upsetting you? The night before Hogwarts, it’s never a good night if you don’t want to go. Giving Al the blanket. It was a nice try.

HARRY: It went pretty badly wrong from there. I said some things, Ginny...

GINNY: I heard.

HARRY: And you’re still talking to me?

GINNY: Because I know that when the time is right you’ll say sorry. That you didn’t mean it. That what you said concealed... other things. You can be honest with him, Harry... That’s all he needs.

HARRY: I just wish he was more like James or Lily.

GINNY (dry): Yeah, maybe don’t be that honest.

HARRY: No, I wouldn’t change a thing about him... but I can understand them, and...

GINNY: Albus is different and isn’t that a good thing. And he can tell, you know, when you’re putting on your Harry Potter front. He wants to see the real you.

HARRY: “The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.”

GINNY looks at him, surprised.

Dumbledore.

GINNY: A strange thing to say to a child.

HARRY: Not when you believe that child will have to die to save the world.

HARRY gasps again — and does all he can not to touch his forehead.

GINNY: Harry. What’s wrong?

HARRY: Fine. I’m fine. I hear you. I’ll try to be —

GINNY: Does your scar hurt?

HARRY: No. No. I’m fine. Now, Nox that and let’s get some sleep.

GINNY: Harry. How long has it been since your scar hurt?

HARRY turns to GINNY, his face says it all.

HARRY: Twenty-two years.