Harry Potter And The Cursed Child Parts One An... Apr 2026

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.

He just waited for his son to come home.

“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.”

Albus smiled—a real, aching smile. “Then let’s not go. Let’s stay and fight.”

Cedric, desperate and kind, nodded.

The Augurey’s quill scratched a single, slow tear onto the prophecy registry in the Department of Mysteries. No one was there to hear it.

“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.”

“Albus?” Scorpius whispered.

The Hour of Unseen Things

Albus felt the floor drop. He had tried to save a boy’s pride and drowned the world in tyranny. Harry—but not his father—burst through the doors. This Harry wore a Death Eater’s mask and carried a wand that leaked black smoke. He looked at Albus without recognition.

“A friend,” Albus lied. “Trust me. Humiliation now saves you later.”

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.

But Albus had already snapped the Shard. They fell through a tunnel of melting clocks. When they landed, gasping, on damp grass, the air smelled different—younger, less tired. The Forbidden Forest loomed, but the castle ahead shimmered with a pre-war brightness.

“You thought you were saving my father,” she said softly, stepping over a broken hourglass. “But you only delayed his shame by one day. The night after the Task, he still went to the graveyard. Only this time, he didn’t die. He watched . He saw Potter fail to save the Diggory honor. And when Voldemort offered him a chance to make the world ‘fair’—he took it. Cedric Diggory is the new Lord Voldemort. And I am his daughter.”