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  ALBUS: It's the only way.

  HERMIONE: It is, isn't it?

  RON steps forward bravely.

  RON: Then I would like to -- I think I should be him. I mean, it won't be -- exactly nice being Voldemort -- but without wishing to blow my own trumpet -- I am probably the most chilled out of all of us and . . . so maybe transfiguring into him -- into the Dark Lord -- will do less damage to me than -- any of you more -- intense -- people.

  HARRY steps away, introspective.

  HERMIONE: Who are you calling intense?

  DRACO: I'd also like to volunteer. I think being Voldemort requires precision -- no offense, Ron -- and a knowledge of Dark Magic and --

  HERMIONE: And I'd like to volunteer too. As Minister for Magic I think it's my responsibility and right.

  SCORPIUS: Maybe we should draw lots --

  DRACO: You're not volunteering, Scorpius.

  ALBUS: Actually --

  GINNY: No, no way. I think you're all mad. I know what that voice is like inside your head -- I won't have it in mine again --

  HARRY: And anyway -- it has to be me.

  Everyone turns to HARRY.

  DRACO: What?

  HARRY: For this plan to work she has to believe it's him, without hesitation. She'll use Parseltongue -- and I knew there was a reason why I still have that ability. But more than that, I -- know what it is to feel -- like him. I know what it is to be him. It has to be me.

  RON: Rubbish. Beautifully put but beautiful rubbish. No way are you going to --

  HERMIONE: I'm afraid you're right, my old friend.

  RON: Hermione, you're wrong, Voldemort is not something to be -- Harry should not --

  GINNY: And I hate to agree with my brother, but --

  RON: He could get stuck -- as Voldemort -- forever.

  HERMIONE: So could any of us. Your concerns are valid, but . . .

  HARRY: Hang on, Hermione. Gin.

  GINNY and HARRY make eye contact.

  I won't do it if you don't want me to. But it feels like the only way to me, am I wrong?

  GINNY thinks a moment and then softly nods. HARRY's face hardens.

  GINNY: You're right.

  HARRY: Then let's do this.

  DRACO: Don't we need to discuss the route you're taking -- the --

  HARRY: She's watching for him -- she'll come to me.

  DRACO: And then what? When she's with you. May I remind you this is a very powerful witch.

  RON: Easy. He gets her in here. We zap her together.

  DRACO: "Zap her"?

  HERMIONE looks around the room.

  HERMIONE: We'll hide behind these doors. If you can get her to this point, Harry (she indicates the point where the light from the rose window hits the floor), then we come out and make sure she has no chance to escape.

  RON (with a look to DRACO): And then we'll zap her.

  HERMIONE: Harry, last chance, are you sure you can do this?

  HARRY: Yes, I can do this.

  DRACO: No, there's too many what-ifs -- too many things that can go wrong -- the Transfiguration could not hold, she could see through it -- if she escapes us now there's no telling the damage she can do -- we need time to properly plan, to --

  ALBUS: Draco, trust my dad. He won't let us down.

  HARRY looks at ALBUS -- moved.

  HERMIONE: Wands.

  Everyone withdraws their wands. HARRY clasps his.

  There's a light that builds -- that overwhelms . . .

  The Transfiguration is slow and monstrous.

  And the form of VOLDEMORT emerges from HARRY.

  And it's horrendous.

  He turns.

  He looks around at his friends and family.

  They look back -- aghast.

  RON: Bloody hell.

  HARRY/VOLDEMORT: It worked, then?

  GINNY (gravely): Yes. It worked.

  ACT FOUR, SCENE ELEVEN

  GODRIC'S HOLLOW, ST. JEROME'S CHURCH, 1981

  RON, HERMIONE, DRACO, SCORPIUS, and ALBUS stand at the window, looking out. GINNY can't look. She sits further back.

  ALBUS notices his mum sitting apart. He walks over to her.

  ALBUS: It's going to be okay, you know that, Mum?

  GINNY: I know it is. Or I hope I do. I just -- don't want to see him like that. The man I love shrouded in the man I hate.

  ALBUS sits beside his mum.

  ALBUS: I liked her, Mum, you know that? I really liked her. Delphi. And she was -- Voldemort's daughter?

  GINNY: That's what they're good at, Albus -- catching innocents in their web.

  ALBUS: This is all my fault.

  GINNY takes ALBUS in her arms.

  GINNY: How funny. Your dad seems to think it's all his. Strange pair that you are.

  SCORPIUS: That's her. That's her. She's seen him.

  HERMIONE: Positions. Everybody. And remember, don't come out until he's got her in the light -- we've one shot at this, we don't want to mess it up.

  They all move fast.

  DRACO: Hermione Granger, I'm being bossed around by Hermione Granger. (She turns towards him. He smiles.) And I'm mildly enjoying it.

  SCORPIUS: Dad . . .

  They scatter. They hide behind two major doors.

  HARRY/VOLDEMORT reenters the church. He walks a few paces and then he turns.

  HARRY/VOLDEMORT: Whichever witch or wizard is following me, I assure you, you will regret it.

  DELPHI emerges behind him. She is compelled to him. This is her father and this is the moment she's waited for her entire life.

  DELPHI: Lord Voldemort. It is me. I am following you.

  HARRY/VOLDEMORT: I do not know you. Leave me.

  She breathes deeply.

  DELPHI: I am your daughter.

  HARRY/VOLDEMORT: If you were my daughter, I'd know of you.

  DELPHI looks at him imploringly.

  DELPHI: I am from the future. The child of Bellatrix Lestrange and you. I was born in Malfoy Manor before the Battle of Hogwarts. A battle you are going to lose. I have come to save you.

  HARRY/VOLDEMORT turns. She meets his eyes.

  It was Rodolphus Lestrange, Bellatrix's loyal husband, who on return from Azkaban told me who I was and revealed the prophecy he thought I was destined to fulfill. I am your daughter, sir.

  HARRY/VOLDEMORT: I am familiar with Bellatrix and there are certain similarities in your face -- though you haven't inherited the best of her. But without proof . . .

  DELPHI speaks intently in Parseltongue.

  HARRY/VOLDEMORT laughs viciously.

  That's your proof?

  DELPHI effortlessly rises into the air. HARRY/VOLDEMORT steps back -- amazed.

  DELPHI: I am the Augurey to your Dark Lord, and I am ready to give all that I have to serve you.

  HARRY/VOLDEMORT (trying not to show his shock): You learnt -- flight -- from -- me?

  DELPHI: I have tried to follow the path you set.

  HARRY/VOLDEMORT: I have never met a witch or a wizard who's attempted to be my equal before.

  DELPHI: Do not mistake -- I would not claim to be worthy of you, Lord. But I have devoted my life to being a child you could be proud of.

  HARRY/VOLDEMORT (interrupting): I see what you are, and I see what you could be. Daughter.

  She looks at him, desperately moved.

  DELPHI: Father?

  HARRY/VOLDEMORT: Together, the power we could wield.

  DELPHI: Father . . .

  HARRY/VOLDEMORT: Come here, in the light, so I may examine what my blood made.

  DELPHI: Your mission is a mistake. Attacking Harry Potter is a mistake. He will destroy you.

  HARRY/VOLDEMORT's hand turns into HARRY's hand. He looks at it, astonished and dismayed, and then quickly pulls it inside his sleeve.

  HARRY/VOLDEMORT: He is a baby.

  DELPHI: He has his mother's love. Your spell will rebound, destroying you and making him too powerful and you too weak. You will recover to spend the next seventeen years consumed in a b