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Cedric, desperate and kind, nodded.

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

“No,” Scorpius whispered, tears cutting tracks through the ash on his face. “We go together or not at all.”

Harry crossed the space in three strides and pulled him into a hug so fierce it stole breath. Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Parts One an...

“Cedric,” Albus called, stepping from behind a boulder. “You’re about to lose. Badly. But it’s not about winning. It’s about… showing mercy. Use the Bubble-Head Charm, but when you see the hostages? Don’t take the fastest route. Wait. Stumble. Let Harry Potter catch up.”

They turned to face Delphi, the Death Eaters, and the fallen world. No Time-Turner. No prophecy. Just two boys, a borrowed wand, and a choice.

And for the first time in Albus’s life, that felt like enough. End. Cedric, desperate and kind, nodded

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

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.

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. We have to go back—stop ourselves from ever

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.

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

But Delphi laughed, a sound like cracking ice. “You broke time’s skin. You can’t just mend it. You have to replace what you took.”