ROOM SHROUDED IN A FOG OF DARKNESS, DREAM
DELPHI finds herself in a dimly lit chamber, surrounded by a haunting mist. As it slowly lifts, she sees VOLDEMORT and BELLATRIX standing together, their presence commanding the room.
VOLDEMORT:
Delphi, my daughter, you have grown strong.
DELPHI:
Father... Mother... is this a dream or a memory?
BELLATRIX:
It is a connection, my darling—a glimpse into the past that lingers within you.
VOLDEMORT:
You possess the blood of Slytherin, a legacy that cannot be denied.
DELPHI:
Why did you leave me? Why couldn't I have known you?
BELLATRIX:
Fate dealt a cruel hand, my love. But you carry our essence, our ambitions.
VOLDEMORT:
You are not weak, Delphi. Embrace your lineage. Fulfil what we could not.
DELPHI:
I want to understand, to be part of your world.
BELLATRIX:
Our world is one of power, of conquering. You have the strength within you.
VOLDEMORT:
Do not fear your destiny. Embrace it, as we once did.
DELPHI:
In the world I come from, the Malfoys found a different path. Draco's son, Scorpius, and Harry's son, Albus Severus, became best friends.
The mist and smoke reveal images of SCORPIUS and ALBUS. SCORPIUS is sitting in the silent compartment of Hogwarts Express, and ALBUS enters.
ALBUS:
Hi. Is this compartment…
SCORPIUS:
It's free. It's just me.
The mist and smoke fade out and vanish the two boys' appearances.
VOLDEMORT:
Malfoy? With Potter? Impossible.
BELLATRIX:
Such alliances were never part of our vision.
DELPHI:
Times have changed. Scorpius and Albus are bridging the gap between our families. They choose friendship over old grudges.
VOLDEMORT:
Friendship? Weakness.
DELPHI:
No, Father. Strength lies in unity. Scorpius and Albus prove that our legacy can evolve beyond darkness.
BELLATRIX giggles
BELLATRIX:
It seems the world has twisted since our time.
VOLDEMORT:
I care not for the affairs of the present. Our goals were grander, our vision greater.
DELPHI:
But, Father, the power you sought wasn't just in conquest. It's in the choices we make, and the bonds we forge.
VOLDEMORT:
Times may change, but our essence remains. Do not forget your purpose, Delphi.
DELPHI:
I won't forget, but I see now that our legacy, bloodline can be rewritten. Through connections, through understanding.
DELPHI takes a deep breath.
DELPHI:
Albus Severus was sorted into Slytherin.
The mist and smoke reveal images of SCORPIUS, ALBUS and SORTING HAT, POLLY CHAPMAN, and CRAIG BOWKER JR. SORTING HAT sorts every student in the great hall, at Hogwarts.
SORTING HAT:
Albus Potter…
The crowds get silent
SORTING HAT:
SLYTHERIN!
POLLY CHAPMAN:
Slytherin?
CRAIG BOWKER JR:
Woah! A Potter? In Slytherin.
SCORPIUS:
You can stand next to me!
ALBUS:
Right, yes…
The mist and smoke fade out and vanish their appearances.
VOLDEMORT:
Slytherin? Interesting…
BELLATRIX:
The Sorting Hat has lost its sense.
DELPHI:
But, Mother, Albus proves that one's house doesn't determine their worth. He chose Slytherin, embracing our heritage.
VOLDEMORT:
Heritage matters, Delphi. It is the core of our strength.
DELPHI:
I understand, Father, but can't love transcend blood? Albus wishes for unity, for acceptance.
BELLATRIX looks at VOLDEMORT softly and lies to her beloved daughter.
BELLATRIX:
Love? Such sentiments weaken us.
DELPHI:
I yearn for your love, not just as an heir to your ambitions but as your daughter. Albus shows that love can coexist with power.
VOLDEMORT:
Sentiments are a liability. Focus on the mission.
DELPHI:
But, Father, what if the mission includes understanding, forging connections, and evolving our legacy? I want you to love me for who I am, not just as a vessel for your goals.
She still tries to convince her parents.
DELPHI:
I didn't attend any wizarding school, not even Hogwarts. I learned magic on my own, in the shadows.
VOLDEMORT:
A self-taught sorceress. Intriguing.
DELPHI:
I wanted to carve my own path and understand magic beyond the conventional. Hogwarts might not have understood me.
BELLATRIX:
Dumbledore's poor influence, no doubt.
VOLDEMORT:
You defy the norms. I appreciate that.
DELPHI looks at his father, desiring love from him.
DELPHI:
Thank you, Father, I can speak Parseltongue.
VOLDEMORT's eyes gleam with an odd satisfaction.
VOLDEMORT:
For Dumbledore's old sake, it's refreshing to see one carrying on the ancient traditions. Speak, my daughter."
DELPHI (In Parseltongue):
I shall inherit thy legacy and thy will.
VOLDEMORT:
Great, I shall prove you're officially my daughter.
As DELPHI continues to share her experiences, BELLATRIX, ever curious, inquires about another familiar name.
BELLATRIX:
And what of the Longbottoms? Have they found their place in this changing world?
DELPHI:
Yes, Mother. Neville Longbottom now works at Hogwarts. He's the Herbology professor.
The mist and smoke reveal an image of NEVILLE, standing in the classroom at Hogwarts
NEVILLE:
Good morning, class. Welcome to Herbology. I'm Professor Longbottom, you may know me as the guy who killed Nagini, anyway I'll be your teacher for this subject. Today, we're going to learn about the Mandrake, a very useful but also very dangerous plant. Can anyone tell me what the Mandrake is used for?
The mist and smoke fade out and vanish his appearance.
BELLATRIX:
Longbottom, a professor? Absurd.
DELPHI:
He's proven to be resilient and strong. Hogwarts has changed, and he's part of the transformation.
VOLDEMORT:
Longbottom's persistence is unexpected. But what purpose does he serve?
DELPHI:
He guides the next generation, teaching them about plants and magic. His role is crucial in nurturing young minds.
BELLATRIX:
Nurturing? That word is unfit for our kind.
DELPHI:
Times have changed, Mother. The world is evolving, and Hogwarts reflects that change.
VOLDEMORT, though sceptical, seemed mildly amused.
VOLDEMORT:
Longbottom is shaping minds at Hogwarts. Dumbledore's influence, no doubt.
DELPHI:
Perhaps, Father, but it's a different era. The legacy you left behind is finding new forms and meanings.
BELLATRIX fixates on the concept of blood purity and seeks to reinforce the traditional values she holds dear.
BELLATRIX:
Bloodlines are our strength, Delphi. Do not forget the purity that flows through your veins.
DELPHI:
I understand, Mother, but there is strength in unity, in embracing the diversity that exists even within our kind.
BELLATRIX:
Unity weakens us. Remember your heritage.
Just as the tension in the misted dreamscape intensifies, DELPHI feels a sudden jolt. The dream shatters, and reality crashes in.
DESOLATE CONFINES OF AZKABAN
DELPHI awakes in the cold, the echoes of her parents' voices lingering in her mind. The weight of conflicting legacies, the desire for love, and the clash of old and new ideals overwhelmed her.
DELPHI (Shouting and crying):
No! I won't forget!
Her anguished cries echo through the stone walls of Azkaban, a haunting symphony of a conflicted soul caught between the legacy of the past and the uncertain path of the future.
Days later, DELPHI is retrieved from her cell by the Azkaban guards. They lead her down the dreary prison corridors towards the Visitor's Room. She wonders who could be visiting her.
Upon entering, she sees none other than DRACO MALFOY waiting to meet her. His face is etched with grief and uncertainty.
DELPHI:
Draco Malfoy? Have you come to gloat? To revel in my misery?
DRACO:
No Delphi. I've come...because I must understand. Why did you want to hurt my son? Your own flesh and blood.
DELPHI turns away, unwilling to meet his eyes.
DRACO:
We may not share heritage, but bonds can form despite the blood. I've realized that too late perhaps. With my son. But there's still time for you.
DELPHI remains silent, confusion and longing battling inside her. DRACO takes a deep breath and continues.
DRACO:
I cannot change the past, what my family did under Voldemort...or what yours did. But the future...may still surprise us. If you let it.
He extends his hand tentatively through the bars, seeking a bridge between two divided legacies.
DELPHI looks at DRACO's outstretched hand but does not take it. The ghosts of her parents' words haunt her. Blood purity. Destiny. She turns away in turmoil.
DRACO:
I cannot pretend to know your pain, Delphi. But I know what it is to struggle with the weight of my heritage. To want a different path...
DELPHI whirls around, tears forming in her eyes.
DELPHI:
A different path? The path I want is long destroyed. The parents I hoped for are but shards of a dream. I have nothing left.
DRACO:
You have a choice.
DELPHI:
What choice? To abandon who I am? My name itself chains me to the past.
DRACO:
Then forge a new name.
She scoffs.
DELPHI:
It's not that simple. You speak of the future but this prison is my reality. I'm trapped here. Because of who I am...because of them.
DELPHI gestures at nothing. DRACO follows her gaze, knowing she refers to her parents - his aunt and uncle. The tangled roots run deep.
DRACO:
I cannot rewrite the past. But I can offer you a way out...if you seek it.
DELPHI says nothing but her eyes flash with the faintest hint of hope.
DELPHI:
A way out? You would help me after everything I've done?
DRACO:
I cannot change the world on my own. But if we band together, one small step at a time...who knows what future might emerge? Consider this my attempt to start anew. To bridge divides I helped create.
DELPHI:
Pretty words, Malfoy. And yet it was your rejection that cast me into the shadows, that forced me to cling to scraps of a legacy I never lived. Perhaps in time, I can forgive...but not forget. The scars run too deep.
DRACO:
I understand. My offer remains open...should you choose to take it someday. That is all I can give - a choice. I pray it's enough.
He turns to leave but pauses.
DRACO
Delphi...despite all that came between us, you deserved more. You deserved a family. I see that now. I cannot change the past but I hope someday you find the place you seek. Farewell, cousin.
His footsteps echo down the hall until all is silent. DELPHI sinks to the floor, tears falling as she grasps the prison bars. DRACO's words haunt and yet...a fragile seed of hope stirs within. The past still claws from the grave but now, dimly, she sees a chance. A different path - if she can find the strength to seek it.
ROWLE HOUSEHOLD, FLASHBACK
A young orphaned YOUNG DELPHIis brought into the home of EUPHEMIA ROWLE. EUPHEMIA is charged with raising YOUNG DELPHI, though her true heritage is kept hidden.
EUPHEMIA:
Welcome, little one. I am Euphemia Rowle. This shall be your new home.
YOUNG DELPHI eyes her warily.
YOUNG DELPHI tosses and turns, plagued by strange dreams of a shadowed man and woman she feels connected to.
Years later, a teenage YOUNG DELPHI is reading in the house when RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE suddenly enters.
RODOLPHUS:
Delphi. We need to talk.
You are of the bloodline of Salazar Slytherin. You are the daughter of the Dark Lord.
YOUNG DELPHI stares at him in shock.
RODOLPHUS:
You have a great destiny to fulfil—a prophecy to set right.
YOUNG DELPHI:
What prophecy? What must I do?
RODOLPHUS:
In time I will reveal your purpose. For now, your training must begin...
He raises his wand. DELPHI steels herself as dark magic begins swirling around them.
RODOLPHUS begins training DELPHI in dark magic, seeking to mould her into a weapon for his agenda.
RODOLPHUS:
Focus your mind. Channel the fury inside you!
YOUNG DELPHI concentrates, summoning flames that engulf a chair across the room.
RODOLPHUS:
Yes. Excellent. Lord Voldemort lives within your blood. Such destruction fills him with pride.
YOUNG DELPHI breathes heavily, disturbed yet thrilled by her dark power.
She again tosses in her sleep, the faceless man and woman clearer now - calling to her, commanding her to something unclear...
She wakes, staring at the walls that have been covered in moving images - snakes, skulls, fire - all conjured by her unstable magic as her sinister dreams seep into reality.
DELPHI practices spells, surrounded by hovering objects swirling dangerously through the room.
RODOLPHUS watches, simultaneously proud and wary as her raw strength grows wilder by the day.
EUPHEMIA confronts RODOLPHUS as YOUNG DELPHI practices magic outside, the earth trembling at her wrath.
EUPHEMIA:
She is out of control. This cannot continue!
RODOLPHUS:
It is her destiny. She will bring the Dark Lord's return!
Their argument intensifies as YOUNG DELPHI's tortured screams are heard...dark power shaking the house down to its foundations.
The house is in ruins from YOUNG DELPHI's unstable outbursts of magic. RODOLPHUS finally reveals to YOUNG DELPHI the prophecy he believes she will fulfil.
RODOLPHUS:
You were born to bring back the Dark Lord. His most loyal follower, my wife, gave birth to you before she died. You must complete what your father started - the prophecy foretold a child to avenge the Dark Lord!
YOUNG DELPHI:
My mother...Bellatrix Lestrange? She died for me? I am the one to resurrect my father?
RODOLPHUS:
Yes! He will return through you, greater and more terrible than ever before. That is why I've trained you. That is your destiny!
YOUNG DELPHI stares at her hands, revelation and uncertainty gripping her.
EUPHEMIA:
Do not fill her mind with such tales, Rodolphus! She's but a child.
RODOLPHUS whirls towards EUPHEMIA in rage. The house shakes once more as their argument intensifies, DELPHI torn between her caregivers.
Finally, she SCREAMS-
Magic EXPLODES outward, rubble rising, winds HOWLING, driving RODOLPHUS and EUPHEMIA apart. DELPHI stands amidst the chaos, tears streaming down her face at the fate she did not choose.
The DARK FIGURES of her parents flicker in the shadows, compelling her towards vengeance. YOUNG DELPHI weeps but steels herself to the coming storm.
EUPHEMIA desperately tries to comfort a shocked DELPHI amidst the destroyed house.
EUPHEMIA:
Delphi, I cannot pretend to understand what power haunts you. But I know this - you may come from darkness, but your destiny is yours to shape.
YOUNG DELPHI looks at her, eyes wet but jaw set. She seems to peer beyond EUPHEMIA at phantoms only she can see.
YOUNG DELPHI:
For so long I've felt them calling...felt their wrath and power locked inside me, scratching to break free. I never wished for this. But if resurrecting my father is my fate...I cannot run from it.
She pulls away, walking into the shadows where her parents' ghostly shapes wrap around her, fused to her essence.
EUPHEMIA:
Delphi! This path leads only to more heartbreak. You are not beholden to ghosts or prophecy! Please...
But YOUNG DELPHI does not look back. She accepts the dark mantle fate has forced upon her, to avenge her parents and fulfil the role she was born into. She disappears fully into the darkness with her phantom family.
Off EUPHEMIA's despairing face as YOUNG DELPHI embraces her sinister inheritance...
GREAT HALL AT HOGWARTS
The Great Hall is filled with Hogwarts students chatting excitedly. JAMES SIRIUS POTTER and LILY LUNA POTTER sit together at the Gryffindor table, looking glum as they pick at their food.
JAMES:
I still can't believe Albus got to actually time travel. That's so unfair.
LILY:
I know! And he tried to save Cedric Diggory too. Why does Albus get to go on all these crazy adventures?
JAMES:
Yeah, ever since he got sorted into Slytherin, he's been nothing but trouble. But then he somehow ends up being the hero?
LILY:
Him and Scorpius both! They caused that whole mess with Voldemort's daughter in the first place.
JAMES:
Exactly! Dad always says Albus and I should get along better. But it's hard when he keeps showing off and acting like some chosen one.
LILY:
I wish we could have grand adventures too. All we do is sit here while Albus gets to alter timelines and battle dark wizards.
JAMES:
No joke. Maybe we should sneak off and find some action too.
LILY:
Yes! I bet there's a forbidden forest around here just waiting to be explored. Maybe we'll find magical creatures or secret passageways!
JAMES:
Worth a shot. Beats sitting here listening to Albus brag about his trips through time. Let's go!
JAMES and LILY grin mischievously and hurry out of the Great Hall, determined to find their own magical quests and escape their brother's shadow.
FORBIDDEN FOREST
JAMES and LILY creep into the dark, misty Forbidden Forest, lit wands in hand as they search for adventure.
LILY:
It's creepy in here! Are you sure this was a good idea?
JAMES:
Don't chicken out already, Lily! This is our chance to be the heroes for once. Just stick close and keep quiet.
They hear a SNAP nearby and freeze.
LILY:
What was that?
Wands aimed, they spot a UNICORN foal in a moonlit glade ahead. It stares at them before bounding away.
JAMES:
Brilliant! A good sign we're on the right track. Come on.
They find a winding path and warily follow it deeper into the forest. WHISPERS seem to echo around them.
LILY:
I feel like we're being watched...
Suddenly, a ROAR splits the air. An enormous shadow with glowing eyes looms from the trees.
JAMES & LILY:
AAAH!
Wands shaking, they fire spells at the shape, to no effect. A loud SNORT follows. The shadow moves into a moonbeam, revealing a GRAPHORN.
GRAPHORN:
ROOOOAR!
LILY:
Merlin's beard! James, what's the plan?
JAMES:
Uhhh I'm thinking!
The GRAPHORN paws the ground, preparing to charge. JAMES and LILY brace themselves, ready to fight or flee. Their adventure has taken a dangerous turn!
JAMES:
This way!
Grabbing LILY's hand, he pulls her behind a large oak just as the GRAPHORN charges, ramming into the tree with a crash.
LILY:
That was close! Now what?
JAMES:
We need to sneak around and make a break for it while it's distracted.
Staying low, they edge their way around the shaking oak. The GRAPHORN bellows, struggling to free its horns from the deep gouges in the bark.
Almost clear, JAMES steps on a dry branch. SNAP! The GRAPHORN whirls around with a roar.
JAMES:
RUN!
Racing through the trees, they fire haphazard stunning spells to slow the raging beast. It thunders after them, almost at their heels.
Bursting into a moonlit clearing, they suddenly skid to a halt. Before them is a sheer ravine, too far to jump. The GRAPHORN crashes from the woods behind them.
LILY:
Trapped! What do we do?
Heart pounding, JAMESscans the area desperately. His gaze snags on a towering oak beside the chasm with a perfect fork...
JAMES:
Lily! Levitate me into that tree on my signal!
LILY:
What?!
JAMES:
Trust me! One...two...three...NOW!
LILY:
Wingardium Leviosa!
She swishes and flicks her wand, launching a startled but determined JAMES into the air. He lands unsteadily in the fork as the Graphorn charges.
It skids to a precarious stop at the cliff's edge, bellowing in rage at its prey out of reach. Safe for now, JAMES andLILYlook at each other in shock and excitement, their first adventure nearly ending in disaster but bonding them nonetheless.
After their narrow escape, JAMES and LILY sit recovering in the oak tree while the frustrated GRAPHORN paces below.
JAMES:
That was brilliant spellwork, Lily! We make a pretty good team.
LILY:
We do! Though next time, let's adventure somewhere safer.
Suddenly, an annoyed voice calls out -
POLLY CHAPMAN:
James Sirius Potter and Lily Luna Potter! What are you two doing out here?
JAMES & LILY:
Polly!
A Gryffindor perfectionist girl, POLLY CHAPMAN marches up to the base of the oak, hands on her hips as she glares disapprovingly at the pair.
POLLY CHAPMAN:
The Forbidden Forest is extremely dangerous! We may get 10 points off because of normal Potters!
The GRAPHORN bellows angrily at POLLY CHAPMAN. She shoots it an irritated look.
POLLY CHAPMAN:
Oh bug off, you great brute!
It lumbers off grumbling. JAMES and LILY climb gingerly down from the oak.
JAMES:
We just wanted an adventure for once.
LILY:
Don't tell professors about us, Polly, please! We'll get detention.
POLLY CHAPMAN:
Fine, but no more late-night forest explorations! It's dangerous. Now let's get back to the castle before you cause any more trouble!
Muttering about "reckless Potters," Prefect POLLY CHAPMAN firmly leads them out of the Forbidden Forest and back towards Hogwarts.
But POLLY CHAPMAN suddenly stops walking and turns back to JAMES and LILY.
POLLY CHAPMAN:
Anyway… my dad will visit Hogwarts. He does not belong to the Ministry of Magic, but he's visiting because of his Ministry relations… the thing about the Dark Lord's daughter, Delphi, who's now in Azkaban.
JAMES:
Okay, so…
POLLY CHAPMAN:
Since you're Potters, does any of you know about Delphi?
LILY:
No…ask Albus...
From afar, a man in his 30s or 40s, with slightly prominent facial wrinkles, comes in. He's the father of POLLY CHAPMAN. He introduces himself with his name, TRAVIS CHAPMAN. He has a flustered look on his face, but he's smiling.
TRAVIS:
Polly! I've been trying to find you everywhere. I was possibly a nuisance for McGonagall.
JAMES:
Not "possibly" though.
LILY:
It would be "definitely."
TRAVIS sees JAMES and LILY in surprise.
TRAVIS:
I'm Travis, Polly's father. You guys must be…Potters.
He changes his face from a smile to a serious one.
TRAVIS:
Now to the main issue. Delphi, the daughter of the Dark Lord, is still in Azkaban, doesn't she? She seemed to get connected with someone there, a man with blond hair.
JAMES hears the blond hair from TRAVIS and giggles to say.
JAMES:
Malfoys.
TRAVIS:
You mean Draco Malfoy? Thank you.
JAMES:
No, it's just a joke…
TRAVIS leaves the location without hearing a word of JAMES.
DESOLATE CONFINES OF AZKABAN
TRAVIS visits DELPHI while imprisoned in Azkaban. His face is serious and somewhat frightening.
TRAVIS:
Delphi! Delphini Riddle!
DELPHI sees TRAVIS with curiosity. She never met TRAVIS before.
DELPHI:
That's the unexpected way to call me. I don't know who you are.
TRAVIS doesn't listen to her and asks a lot of questions.
TRAVIS:
I know you seek to honour your father's legacy, Delphi. But tell me! During your ways to manipulate time, did you ever uncover secrets of the one they call Grindelwald?
DELPHI scoffs disinterestedly, looking at TRAVIS
DELPHI:
Grindelwald? What care have I for the schemes of a faded relic from generations past?
She turns away dismissively but TRAVIS persists.
TRAVIS:
Many believe his greatness faded with his defeat, but some still whisper of hidden caches of wisdom - spells and rituals to imbue powers beyond any before seen.
This gives DELPHI pause. She pivots, eyeing TRAVIS with new interest.
DELPHI:
There were obscure fragments in the pasts I studied...connection to binding eternal life forces, weaving time itself to one's will.
TRAVIS nods eagerly.
TRAVIS:
Grindelwald unlocked doors beyond mortal limits before he was unjustly imprisoned. With the proper knowledge, his work could continue...perhaps even reversing death itself.
DELPHI gazes into nothingness, her mind spinning with macabre possibilities. But then she frowns.
DELPHI:
What value is in raising that duelist's decrepit plans now? I stand for the future - bringing back my true father to lead a new era, not chasing Grindelwald's outdated visions.
She fixes TRAVIS with a piercing stare.
DELPHI;
Does power truly wait in his scattered remains? Or do you simply cling to the fantasies of an expired relic, desperate for purpose?
TRAVIS bristles but maintains an earnest face.
TRAVIS:
I just seek only to restore your rightful place, Delphi. If Grindelwald's teachings can aid that, we all benefit, do we not? We who have not forgotten the old ways?
DELPHI says nothing, suspicion lingering in her eyes.
DELPHI:
The thing is…WHO ARE YOU?
TRAVIS speaks in Parseltongue to keep it a secret.
TRAVIS (In Parseltongue):
I shall be Grindelwald's successor.
DELPHI:
Are you his grandson or something?
TRAVIS:
No blood relationship.
DELPHI:
Then…
TRAVIS:
Our views are pretty much the same - bring the dark past to the present.
TRAVIS recalls something
I need your help with something of great importance.
DELPHI:
My help? Have you forgotten where we stand? I'm imprisoned for my crimes. What use am I to you now?
TRAVIS:
I've heard whispers...that not all Time-Turners were actually destroyed as the Ministry claimed.
DELPHI:
Impossible. They eliminated them ALL.
TRAVIS:
Perhaps a handful survived undetected. If we had access to such an artefact...your plans could resume where they left off.
He looks at her expectantly. She lets out a bitter laugh.
DELPHI:
Resume my plans? Did you forget how spectacularly they already failed? The world moved forward without me, Travis. There's no going back now.
TRAVIS:
With a TIME-TURNER there is! We could return and guide events to a better outcome.
DELPHI:
Guide events? I tried that if you recall, and nearly unravelled reality itself. No...that power nearly destroyed everything I cared for. It cannot be harnessed.
TRAVIS:
So you'll just rot here in Azkaban instead of trying again? Where is your ambition?
DELPHI:
My ambition lies in the present now. Even if a Time-Turner did exist, I want no part in using one. The past should remain where it is. Don't you know? the Ministry destroyed every Time-Turner after everything I did. You've got so many ifs.
TRAVIS:
Very well. I'll continue the search alone if I must. But this is a mistake, Delphi. Destiny awaits us beyond these walls and backwards in time! Do not abandon it!
He bangs his fist angrily on the bars and leaves. DELPHI stares quietly as he departs, regret and resolve etched on her face.
FORBIDDEN FOREST, DREAM
Dark trees silhouetted under a full moon. TRAVIS appears out of the shadows, a mad glint in his eyes as he drags a struggling figure into view - DELPHI.
TRAVIS:
The Forbidden Forest will hide our work. Here, we can tap into forces beyond their pathetic rules.
DELPHI:
Release me! I told you I want no part of this!
TRAVIS:
With my knowledge and your power over time, glory awaits us!
DELPHI:
I'm not on your side!
TRAVIS:
I'll do better for YOU!
JAMES appears from afar, seeing TRAVIS with DELPHI.
JAMES:
Hi! Mr. Chapman! Wait, why Delphi is here? Stay away from Mr. Chapman!
JAMES raises his wand, stepping back in fear and competitive feelings.
DELPHI giggles, breaking JAMES's wand suddenly.
DELPHI:
"Mr. Chapman"?! Did you just hear, Travis? Did you just Imperio somebody? This kid must be one of Potters…James Sirius Potter?
JAMES:
Why are you here?
DELPHI:
A long story. This kid is such a NUISANCE…
JAMES looks at TRAVIS with hopeful eyes.
DELPHI:
AVADA KEDAVRA!
TRAVIS:
Great. No more nuisance.
JAMES'S BED AT HOGWARTS, NIGHT
JAMES has a nightmare and wakes up, screaming. Breathing hard, he tries to shake off the chilling images.
JAMES:
AHHH!
ELIAS, the roommate, wakes up hearing JAMES's scream.
ELIAS (Yawn):
What happened to you?
JAMES:
I had a nightmare where Mr. Chapman was on Delphi's side…Delphi kills me.
ELIAS:
Are you okay?
JAMES:
Maybe…
ELIAS:
It's still midnight, just sleep.
HOGWARTS COURTYARD, DREAM
Suddenly TRAVIS storms up, a crazed look in his eyes. He points his wand at POLLY CHAPMAN.
TRAVIS:
Imperio!
POLLY CHAPMAN's eyes glaze over as the spell takes hold.
TRAVIS:
You will believe I am your father. You will obey my every command!
POLLY CHAPMAN (monotone):
Yes, Father. I will obey.
LILY watches in horror as TRAVIS manipulates POLLY CHAPMAN.
TRAVIS:
Excellent. Come, daughter. Destiny awaits.
He drags the entranced POLLY CHAPMAN away as she blankly follows.
He notices LILY.
TRAVIS:
Hi, girl…Lily Luna Potter!
AVADA KEDAVRA!
LILY'S BED AT HOGWARTS, NIGHT
LILY awakens with a scream, shaken by the vivid vision.
LILY:
NOOO!
ROWAN, the roommate wakes up hearing LILY's scream.
ROWAN:
What?
LILY:
NOTHING!
The girls fall asleep again.
HOGWARTS CORRIDOR, DAY
ALBUS and SCORPIUS head towards Herbology class. JAMES finds them.
JAMES:
Albus! Wait up!
LILY finds ALBUS, SCORPISU, and JAMES, running to them.
LILY:
I need to talk to you!
ALBUS:
James? Lily? Can it wait? We'll be late for Herbology.
JAMES:
No, it's important! I had a dream...
LILY:
I had a dream, too! About Mr. Chapman! She did Imperio to Polly to make her believe he's her father!
JAMES:
Mine is different. Mr. Chapman is on Delphi's side. You have to believe me!
JAMES & LILY:
I was killed!
SCORPIUS:
Killed? Such great nightmares. Delphi? But she's locked in Azkaban!
ALBUS:
Look, I'm sure you guys told me silly nightmares. Delphi can't hurt us anymore.
JAMES:
Albus! It's not a dream! PROPHECY! Travis Chapman is obsessed with dangerous magic.
LILY:
I told YOU that he made Polly his creepy puppet!
ALBUS:
Polly? Her father? This is mental. Dreams can feel real, but they don't mean anything.
SCORPIUS gives ALBUS a thoughtful look.
SCORPIUS:
What if they're seeing the future somehow? We've witnessed strange magic...
ALBUS:
Don't encourage them, Scorpius! Travis Chapman poses no threat to you two, all right? Now let's just get to Herbology.
JAMES:
You think we're making this up? Why won't you listen?
LILY:
We came to you because we thought you'd understand!
Crestfallen, JAMES and LILY leave. ALBUS watches them go, conflicted but unconvinced.
HERBOLOGY GREENHOUSE
ALBUS and SCORPIUS work on repotting plants while whispering furtively.
SCORPIUS:
Do you think there could be something to James and Lily's dreams? Their concern seemed genuine.
ALBUS:
I don't know...Dad always says divination is woolly magic. And I'm not sure Travis Chapman does that.
SCORPIUS:
People aren't always as they appear though...Delphi fooled many.
NEVILLE looks up from where he's working and frowns at their hushed conversation.
NEVILLE:
Everything alright over there, boys? You should be focused on the Spiky Pricklepods, not gossiping.
ALBUS:
Yes, Professor Longbottom. Sorry...
NEVILLE watches them suspiciously for a moment before returning to the Snargaluff he's wrangling, though his brows are furrowed in concern.
Later, NEVILLE pens a letter to his old friend, HARRY about the odd behavior he witnessed from ALBUS and SCORPIUS. He calls his owl and attaches the message to its leg.
NEVILLE:
Take this to Harry straight away. Could be nothing, but the best he knows...
The tawny owl nods and takes flight out the window, letter in tow toward HARRY.
HARRY'S OFFICE AT MINISTRY OF MAGIC
HARRY sits at his desk in his Ministry office, going through paperwork, when an owl taps at his window. He opens it to let the owl in, removes NEVILLE's letter from its leg, rewards it with an owl treat, and sends it off.
As HARRY reads the letter, his eyebrows furrow in concern.
HARRY:
"Your son, Albus, was talking with Scorpius about Travis Chapman, Polly Chapman's father, in my class. I guess the dreams of James and Lily relate to Mr. Chapman. I hope you'll do something about that."
HARRY frowns to himself. He wonders if there could be any substance to the boys' odd behaviour that NEVILLE noticed.
Making up his mind, HARRY grabs a travelling cloak and heads out of his office, letter in hand. On his way past her desk, he calls to his secretary -
HARRY (urgent):
I'm visiting Mr. Chapman. Cancel my afternoon meetings. This can't wait.
His secretary nods in understanding as HARRY strides purposefully toward the fireplaces to Floo.
LEAKY CAULDRON
DRACO and SCORPIUS sit at a table enjoying lunch together. HANNAH LONGBOTTOM, the landlady and NEVILLE's wife greets them cheerfully.
HANNAH:
Good to see you both. I hope you're enjoying your meal. Scorpius, you look more and more like your mother every time I see you. Your father and mother had a great time here.
SCORPIUS smiles politely. DRACO's eyes grow wistful.
DRACO:
He does, doesn't he? Astoria was far too good for me, but she saw something in me anyway. I see much of her in you, Scorpius.
SCORPIUS:
Thanks, Dad. I wish I'd known her better. There are still many things to ask her.
DRACO nods, looking down.
DRACO:
As do I. Not a day goes by I don't regret all the moments I missed. With both of you.
HANNAH gives DRACO a sympathetic smile before going to help other patrons.
SCORPIUS:
You did what you thought was right...I understand that now. The important thing is we still have each other.
DRACO (touched):
You're right. I don't deserve your forgiveness but I'm grateful for it. Your mother would be proud of the fine young man you've become. As am I.
SCORPIUS smiles back at his father, the wounds of the past healing over a nice meal together.
DRACO and SCORPIUS are finishing their meal when the front door is suddenly blasted open. TRAVIS stands in the doorway, wand aimed threateningly.
TRAVIS:
No one move! This place reeks of impurity. Time to clean out the filth!
He fires a violent curse that ignites a table, customers to scream. More dark spells fly, destroying everything they touch.
DRACO (urgently):
Get down!
He pulls SCORPIUS under their table as debris rains down.
HANNAH:
Malfoy! We have to get everyone out while we can!
DRACO nods with a serious face.
HANNA points to TRAVIS with her wand.
HANNA
STUPEFY!
TRAVIS dodges the spell and fights back.
TRAVIS:
EXPELLIARMUS!
HANNA's wand falls away.
DRACO:
I'll keep him distracted. You two, evacuate through the back exit! Go!
HANNAH hustles a reluctant SCORPIUS toward the kitchen while DRACO drawsTRAVIS's fire, intense spells lighting up the room.
TRAVIS:
Draco Malfoy. You were under the greatest of all, the Dark Lord, weren't you? So why are you now in such shabby surroundings? It's a shameful reality coming. Throwing away your own chance.
DRACO
Well, I feel better NOW with my whole family.
DRACO and TRAVIS keep their wands pointed at each other.
TRAVIS:
I heard…Your son was rumoured that he's a son of the Dark Lord. Isn't that your fault?
DRACO:
Didn't you hear that he wasn't the only one with that rumour?
TRAVIS:
Well, his pain was still the pain, right? And, you couldn't keep him close while he and Albus Potter went through the time with Delphi…
HANNA stealthily steps up behind TRAVIS while DRACO has a look of mixed sadness and pain on his face.
HANNA:
STUPEFY!
TRAVIS collapses on the floor and loses consciousness.
DRACO:
Thanks, Hanna. Well, who's this guy? Did you ever meet him?
HANNA:
No, never.
SCORPIUS appears from the kitchen.
SCORPIUS:
I guess he's…Travis Chapman…James and Lily told Albus and me about the dreams…nightmares they had. In their dreams, Travis Chapman was with Delphi, and he did Imperio to Polly Chapman to make her believe he was her father.
DRACO:
Well, that makes sense.
HANNA:
Neville told me that you and Albus were talking about that and sent a letter to Harry. But I didn't think the dreams would come true.
SCORPIUS:
So…what do we do now?
Then an official from the Ministry of Magic comes there and picks TRAVIS.
CHAPMAN HOUSE
HARRY walks briskly up the front path to the Chapman family home, NEVILLE's concerning letter fresh and worried in his mind. He knocks firmly on the front door.
A moment later, ALEXANDER CHAPMAN, the true father of POLLY CHAPMAN, opens it. He has a kind, befuddled face.
ALEXANDER:
Hello? Can I help you?
HARRY:
You must be Mr. Chapman, Travis Chapman. I'm Harry Potter. I needed to speak with you about…
ALEXANDER is surprised by a name he has never heard of.
ALEXANDER:
Travis Chapman? He isn't here…and there's nobody named Travis in my whole family.
HARRY blinks in surprise.
HARRY:
You don't know? He claims to be Polly's father.
ALEXANDER:
What? Impossible! I'm Polly's father. Who is this Travis person? Is Polly alright?!
HARRY's eyes narrow in anger and suspicion. Then he recalls something.
HARRY:
Okay…similar…I mean…the same thing had happened before.
ALEXANDER:
What do you mean? Just explain to me!
HARRY:
Delphi…she did Imperio to Amos Diggory to make him believe that she was his niece.
ALEXANDER understands what HARRY means to say quickly and easily.
ALEXANDER:
So…the guy named Travis did Imperio to my daughter so he can pretend to be her father?!
HARRY:
Yes, unfortunately…
ALEXANDER:
Then do something! For my daughter!
HARRY leaves the house in anger, frustration, and exhaustion.
HARRY'S OFFICE AT MINISTRY OF MAGIC
HARRY sits at his desk, rubbing his temples feeling frustrated, when an interdepartmental memo arrives and lands in front of him.
He opens it and reads
"Harry,
Got news you may want to hear. The imposter who named himself Travis Chapman has been apprehended and locked up in Azkaban. Turns out he was the successor of Grindelwald without the bloodline, and asked Delphi to support him. She refused to help him but he decided to try to do the same thing Delphi did. He also attacked the Leaky Cauldron, but with the help of Draco and Hanna, we could stop him.
I'll visit you soon.
By the way, how are your children?
Hermione."
HARRY's eyes widen in surprise. He wonders why TRAVIS was so obsessed with doing the same thing as DELPHI. It seems NEVILLE's hunch was right - something strange was going on.
Someone knocks on the door.
HARRY opens the door. It's HERMIONE.
HARRY:
Hi, Hermione. I've read your…
HERMIONE interrupts HARRY talking.
HERMIONE:
About that, I don't know if it ended or not. I don't feel like he ends now…you know? Before Voldemort was active, Grindelwald was a symbol of darkness. I don't expect its worshipper to be easily captured too easily. I've read about Grindelwald before…If Travis tries to copy Grindelwald…
HARRY:
He would do something after escaping from Azkaban. I feel like that, too.
HERMIONE:
So, I decided to work with MACUSA. We may move Travis to the prison of MACUSA. Maximum Security Prison.
HERMIONE looks straight at HARRY with concern.
HARRY:
That sounds great. But why you use the word "may"?
HERMIONE:
I don't know if it's the best. I need your opinion, Harry.
HARRY:
I think that's the best for us. I guess MACUSA knows about Grindelwald more than we know.
HERMIONE:
Right, thanks.
HARRY:
Anytime. And you need some rest.
HERMIONE:
Rest? I love this job.
HARRY:
We had a strange childhood with Voldemort and stuff. After being adults, his daughter became a threat.
HERMIONE:
Actually, I had fun.
HARRY:
Fun?
HERMIONE:
Yes, because you guys were there. Harry, Ron, and me. This trio is quite famous. I hope Albus and Scorpius will be like that.
HARRY:
Already famous.
HERMIONE:
Really?
HARRY:
Yes.
HERMIONE reminds herself of the main point and returns to the topic.
HERMIONE:
Thank you for your idea. I hope things go well.
HERMIONE leaves the room with a determined look on her face, while HARRY, who remains in the room, seems to be thinking about something.
THE NORTH SEA
A small magic-automatic transport boat rocks dangerously through the stormy waters, a solitary passenger shackled within - TRAVIS. His face twists with madness, revelling in the chaos.
Two wizard escorts keep their wands aimed warily at TRAVIS as the boat is battered by waves. Suddenly, a massive swell strikes the vessel, throwing one guard off balance. In a flash, TRAVIS springs - snatching the stumbled guard's wand before they can react.
TRAVIS:
Finally, a wand in my hand again! Now release me before I blast you both overboard!
The other guard hesitates, but TRAVIS jabs the stolen wand threateningly.
TRAVIS:
I said RELEASE ME!
The guards reluctantly undo TRAVIS's shackles. Freed, he smiles viciously, tasting liberty.
TRAVIS:
Oh, a piece of cake…A pleasure doing business with you fine gentlemen. I'd invite you to join my coming revels but you simply aren't ambitious enough. Farewell!
AVADA KEDAVRA!
The guards crumple to the floor, their screams echoing in the wind.
TRAVIS ties the dead guards with string.
TRAVIS:
Excuse me…my time begins now.
He pulls out five strands of the hair of one of them. He places one strand of the hair in each of the five jars containing the unfinished Polyjuice Potion. And Polyjuice Potion is completed for each.
TRAVIS:
Thank you. Let's go.
TRAVIS:
To complete what he couldn't complete.
He covers the dead guards with a large tattered black cloth. He takes control of the ship, as it plows through the stormy waters, heading towards the distant shores of Paris. The ship goes straight to Paris.
MINISTRY OF MAGIC, LONDON
HERMIONE strides urgently to the podium in a hall filled with chattering Ministry officials, HARRY and RON already seated behind her on stage. She taps her wand sharply on the podium for attention. The crowd settles down.
HERMIONE:
Thank you all for coming on short notice. I'm afraid there has been an extremely troubling development that cannot wait. This time we had some guests from MACUSA.
Murmurs ripple through the audience. HERMIONE continues gravely.
HERMIONE:
The criminal we recently detained, who pretended to be Polly Chapman's father, escaped custody last night en route to MACUSA's prison. As it seems the name "Travis" is his, let's call him Travis.
Shocked gasps and angry outbursts erupt. HARRY and RON exchange dark looks behind HERMIONE. She raises a hand for the order.
HERMIONE:
I have already been in contact with MACUSA's Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Given Travis' connection to the Grindelwald legacy, they have vast experience handling such radicals. I am officially requesting a joint task force combining our best Aurors with MACUSA agents to capture Travis promptly.
The hall erupts into worried chatter about TRAVIS' sinister allegiances and panics at the thought of a dangerous fanatic now loose in the world.
HERMIONE surveys the agitated officials intently.
HERMIONE:
If you have any kinds of questions, please raise a wand.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL raises her hand with a worried look on her face.
HERMIONE:
Yes, Minerva…I mean McGonagall
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
What should I do with Hogwarts?
DRACO's voice from a little further away.
DRACO:
Just the same as we experienced before.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
But this current generation of Hogwarts…Even at the time of Delphi, they were so frightened. They have never experienced the Dark Lord.
RON:
Neville now works at Hogwarts, and he had experienced the Dark Lord, Voldemort when he was a teenager. I guess he knows…
HARRY interrupts RON speaking.
HARRY:
Yes, right. I think yes as the Boy Who Lived.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
But you guys didn't know how the professors had been hard!
DRACO:
Calm down!
The crowd groans and gets louder and louder.
A SHADOWY PARIS APARTMENT
Disguising the guard, TRAVIS appears out of the darkness into a dim, decrepit apartment. Dusty furniture and strange artefacts fill the space. He glances around impatiently.
A hidden door creaks open. Two figures enter -JENNA who is a tall, severe-looking wizard, and a hunched LIROH who is a mix of goblin and human. They bow deeply before TRAVIS.
JENNA:
Welcome, master. Travis Grindelwald came. We have awaited your return anxiously.
TRAVIS's disguise is gradually undone and he returns to his original form.
TRAVIS:
Stop it, I'm not Grindelwald yet…until we succeed. It was no small feat arranging my escape from those Ministry fools. But now we can resume our rightful work.
LIROH:
The signs align, as you predicted! Soon we will harness the forces others fear to tread.
TRAVIS surveys a large map on the wall - a web of locations, notes, artefacts, and symbols. He taps his finger on the city labelled "Paris."
TRAVIS:
Here we shall build our new empire, far from their meddling rules. From this city of arts, we will craft the future - a masterpiece painted in chaos!
He sweeps over to a shelf and removes an ancient scroll sealed with a dark crest - the sign of Grindelwald.
TRAVIS:
The old magics call to us once more...and we shall answer! Our revolution begins now!
The wizards kneel reverently before TRAVIS, deranged excitement burning in their eyes over his ominous declaration. TRAVIS unfurls the scroll hungrily, ready to unleash its long-forbidden power as he plots his next move here in the City of Light.
TRAVIS pores over the cryptic scroll, deciphering secrets and rituals passed down from GRINDELWALD. Complex symbols and incantations fill the ancient pages - a blueprint for bending magical forces to TRAVIS's will.
His followers gather strange instruments and artefacts to assist the dark rituals, laying them at TRAVIS's feet reverently. Among the items is a small, ornate box. TRAVIS's eyes glitter with recognition.
TRAVIS:
Excellent...you managed to retrieve it. The Clavis Temporum - Grindelwald's legendary time key, used to unlock forbidden doors beyond this reality. Combined with the ritual here, we can access powers to shake the ages.
TRAVIS carefully extracts an intricate silver key from the box, engraved with strange runes. He compares it to arcane instructions on the scroll.
TRAVIS:
The alignment of celestial bodies is approaching...we must prepare the ritual at once! Together we will unleash chaos on a scale not seen since Grindelwald himself challenged the old order!
JENNA:
Master, it's time…
LIROH:
Yes, time!
TRAVIS:
Feeling free from No-Majs, muggles. Jenna, Liroh, be ready!
LIROH:
I feel so comfortable…
JENNA:
We'll be more.
TRAVIS:
That's right.
Mad excitement grips the room as TRAVIS and his fanatical followers gather ingredients and tools for their dark spellcasting. TRAVIS clutches the Clavis Temporum, ready to use its reality-bending properties to tap into mythic forces. He feverishly chants the complex ritual outlined on GRINDELWALD's scroll, magic crackling through the air...
QUESTIONING ROOM AT MINISTRY OF MAGIC, LONDON
HARRY and HERMIONE sit across from DRACO, SCORPIUS, and HANNAH, looking grave.
HERMIONE:
Thank you for coming to give your statements regarding the incident at the Leaky Cauldron. We need every detail about this man who attacked - his appearance, fighting style, anything you noticed. Please, start from the beginning.
DRACO:
Now? Isn't that a little bit late?
HARRY:
We've been busy.
DRACO:
I get it.
HERMIONE:
Back to the main subject, everyone.
DRACO:
Okay, Scorpius and I were finishing our meal, talking about his mother...when suddenly the front door of the pub exploded inward. The wild-eyed stranger, Travis began firing extremely volatile curses, clearly seeking to inflict pain and chaos. So I dueled him alone to buy them time to evacuate through the back. I didn't know who he was...only that he meant to kill.
The room hangs heavy as DRACO recounts his brave actions to protect his son and the innocent people inside the Leaky Cauldron from this merciless attacker.
SCORPIUS:
There was madness in his eyes...like he enjoyed the destruction. Does that help identify him?
HERMIONE jots notes rapidly.HARRY's gaze darkens.
HARRY:
Perhaps...it aligns with other accounts. Did he make any unusual statements?
HANNAH:
He ranted about "cleansing impurity" and "restoring the old ways." He clearly hated the current order.
HARRY and HERMIONE share a look - evidence of the radical aims.
SCORPIUS:
Travis was surprised to see my dad among "shabby surroundings"...as if like dad to still be a Death Eater.
HERMIONE's quill scratches busily.
HARRY:
Thank you…
HERMIONE:
What should we do, Harry?
SCORPIUS whispers out.
SCORPIUS:
Professor Dumbledore…
DRACO:
What?
SCORPIUS:
The portraits retain their subjects' memories. You know…Dumbledore and Grindelwald were like…
HERMIONE:
Brilliant suggestion, Scorpius!
DRACO:
That's my son, Scorpius.
SCORPIUS smiles proudly.
HARRY:
I'll speak to the portrait of him right away…
DRACO:
No, WE will.
HERMIONE feels very surprised that DRACO has the same opinion as her.
HERMIONE:
That's right, Draco.
SCORPIUS:
You mean…also me?
DRACO:
Of course, yes. Because you saw him
HERMIONE:
Hanna, will you come together, too?
HANNA:
Umm…
HERMIONE:
You don't have to if you want.
HANNA:
Then I won't…because I've got to clean the Leaky Cauldron.
HARRY:
And Ron will. The usual trio.
SCORPIUS:
The duo. Albus!
He realises that the word is confusing in this conversation.
SCORPIUS:
Albus Severus Potter! Can he come together as well?
SCORPIUS looks at his father expectantly.
DRACO:
Yes, of course. The time two Albus meet each other.
HARRY:
Every clue helps build a profile on Travis before he strikes again.
HARRY squeezes his shoulder in appreciation of his quick thinking as they delve deeper for clues to combat this new radical threat.
HEADMASTER'S OFFICE AT HOGWARTS
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL sits at her desk as HARRY, RON, HERMIONE, DRACO, ALBUS, and SCORPIUS suddenly shuffle inside.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
What's all this about? Have I not made it clear my office is not a social hub?
HARRY:
Apologies, Professor. We need to speak with Dumbledore's portrait urgently. It regards a threat tied to Grindelwald's legacy.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL's annoyance shifts to intrigue. She gestures to DUMBLEDORE's portrait as the group gathers around. DUMBLEDORE smiles gently from within the frame.
DUMBLEDORE:
It's been a long time since I've seen you guys...To what do I owe this pleasure? And young Albus…I mean Albus Potter and Scorpius too. I hope the next generation knows of me. Why these many people?
HERMIONE:
Professor Dumbledore, we've come regarding a deeply troubling situation. A dangerous fanatic named Travis recently escaped custody.
DRACO:
Do you think Dumbledore knows about that?
DUMBLEDORE:
Minerva talked about that to me, Draco.
DRACO:
Oh, good.
HERMIONE:
His goals align closely with Grindelwald's radical ideology and history.
HARRY and RON exchange tense looks behind HERMIONE.
DRACO:
I need you
HARRY:
Yes, we need your help.
HERMIONE:
We suspect he seeks artefacts or rituals linked to Grindelwald's past pursuits. Hence our coming to you, given your...history with him. We desperately need insight to stop Travis before he can destabilize everything we rebuilt after the war.
DUMBLEDORE:
Hmm, unfortunate indeed. You are right that Gellert and I had a...complicated history. In my foolish youth, I was swayed by his grand visions, blind to the immense harm beneath.
RON shifts awkwardly hearing DUMBLEDORE acknowledge his close ties to history's most dangerous dark wizard before GRINDELWALD's eventual defeat and imprisonment.
HERMIONE:
Did Grindelwald ever speak to you about rituals or artefacts that might manipulate time? Our suspect claims to be unlocking the past's "forbidden doors."
DUMBLEDORE sighs heavily, regret carved into his weathered face. The teens gaze up, enthralled by revelations of their idol's shadowed past.
DUMBLEDORE:
Alas, unlocking life's great mysteries was our main pursuit those long years ago...no matter the terrible cost. If Travis has uncovered such obscure magic, there is no telling what havoc he may achieve. We must stop him before that comes to pass!
RON:
We will, we have to.
Determination steels the group to hear DUMBLEDORE's ominous warning.
DUMBLEDORE:
Now then, perhaps we should take a brief respite from such somber talk. After all, seeing young Potter and Malfoy standing amiably together still takes some getting used to!
DRACO:
Time flies.
DUMBLEDORE smiles warmly atALBUS and SCORPIUS. RON shifts awkwardly while HARRY manages a small grin.
DUMBLEDORE:
Speaking of names, I don't believe I ever properly thanked you for bestowing "Albus" onto your son, Harry. I'm unspeakably honored. I trust he inherited the finer parts of my reputation?
HARRY blinks, temporarily wrong-footed by the conversation's sharp turn.
HARRY:
Er, well he's his own person, Professor...but he has a good heart, like his namesake. Still finding his way, but that's being young.
DUMBLEDORE eyes ALBUS knowingly over his spectacles. ALBUS squirms under the legendary wizard's twinkling gaze.
DUMBLEDORE:
Naturally. We all took rather winding paths to discovering who we were. What about you, Scorpius? Enjoyed the Chocolate Frog on the Hogwarts Express?
SCORPIUS:
Very much so, sir!
ALBUS whispers to SCORPIUS.
ALBUS:
Hey, Scorpius, do you think Dumbledore knows that my dad is now on the cards?
DUMBLEDORE:
What did you say, Albus? Oh, saying "Albus" to somebody else is really funny.
ALBUS:
My dad is on the Chocolate Frog cards!
RON & HERMIONE:
Me too!
DUMBLEDORE:
That's no surprise.
SCORPIUS looks at DRACO.
SCORPIUS:
Dad, you'll be on the cards one day.
DRACO is surprised by his son's unexpected comment.
DRACO:
Er…thank you. But I don't want to…
DUMBLEDORE grins.
DUMBLEDORE:
Draco, you did good things.
HERMIONE interrupts.
HERMIONE:
We shouldn't lose sight of why we came. As heartening as this has been, Travis Chapman remains at large with destructive aims.
The mood instantly sobers. DUMBLEDORE nods gravely as RON shuffles papers, snapping back to attention.
DUMBLEDORE:
You are quite right. My mind has a way of wandering down old memory lanes whenever I see familiar student faces. But the situation with Travis is of the gravest urgency. Where were we? Ah yes - rituals and artefacts...
HERMIONE:
You mentioned unlocking life's great mysteries was your main pursuit with Grindelwald. If Travis has similar designs, do you have any idea what magic he could be meddling with?
DUMBLEDORE sighs heavily, his face lined with deep regret.
DUMBLEDORE:
Alas, Gellert's interests spanned far and wide in those youthful days. Our hubris was such that no branch of magic was forbidden if it fed our grand visions...for the "greater good," as he would claim.
His gaze grows distant, wandering through the ghosts of his tangled past.
HERMIONE leans forward intently.
HERMIONE:
Please, Professor...anything you can remember may prove invaluable in stopping Travis before he brings catastrophe.
DUMBLEDORE shakes off his gloom and looks sharply at HERMIONE.
A knock interrupts the intense discussion.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
Who's there?
It's LILY LUNA POTTER who eavesdrops on the door.
LILY:
It's Lily Luna Potter!
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
I'll let her in. Okay?
HERMIONE:
Yes.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
Come in.
LILY enters in.
LILY:
Professor McGonagall, have you seen...Oh! Dad, what are you all doing here?
HARRY:
Er…
ALBUS:
LUNA! LUNA LOVEGOOD!
RON:
What?
ALBUS:
Who married to Luna?!
SCORPIUS:
Rolf Scamander! Newt Scamander's grandson!
DUMBLEDORE:
Newt! He was also against Gellert Grindelwald. The good old days…
LILY:
The author of the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them"? Wait, what's going on? Can anybody tell me about that? I don't know!
HARRY:
Sorry, later.
HERMIONE:
Let's go.
SCORPIUS:
Where?
DRACO:
The house of Rolf and Luna.
SCORPIUS:
Can Albus and I go with you guys?
HERMIONE:
Of course, yes.
LILY:
What about me? Can I go with you, dad?
HARRY:
You saw the nightmare, right? But…
RON:
No the word "but" to this, Harry?
LILY:
Yay! Uncle Ron!
DRACO:
Just go!
HARRY, HERMIONE, RON, DRACO, ALBUS, SCORPIUS, and LILY leave the room in a hurry. The room suddenly becomes silent.
DUMBLEDORE:
The good old days…
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
They haven't changed in both good and bad ways.
SCAMANDER HOUSE
HARRY, DRACO, HERMIONE, RON, ALBUS, SCORPIUS and LILY approach an eccentric-looking house surrounded by gardens filled with exotic magical plants.
RON:
Blimey, can't imagine living here with Loony Love— I mean, Luna.
HERMIONE gives RON a reprimanding look saying nothing. He coughs awkwardly.
They reach the front door and HARRY knocks. After a moment, LUNA opens it, looking airy and dreamy as ever.
LUNA:
Harry, how lovely...And quite a lot of you…but it's fantastic
ROLF SCAMANDER, LUNA's husband, appears behind her looking bemused at the large group.
ROLF:
Welcome, but I'm afraid we don't have room for all of you. Perhaps just one or two? The Dabberblimps get nervous with too many strangers about.
HARRY:
Of course, sorry for just showing up. Draco and I will speak with you, we wouldn't want to disturb the, er, Dabberblimps.
HERMIONE:
I'll bring the children to Hogwarts. Let me hear about that later.
HARRY:
Thank you.
SCORPIUS:
Dad, do your best for everyone.
DRACO:
Oh, of course.
LUNA:
We'll have a nice Gurdyroot tea...do you want?
ALBUS:
I want!
LUNA:
Someday…
The others say hurried goodbyes as HARRY and DRACO enter the house. LUNA smiles serenely and leads them to the sitting room as the rest depart back down the garden path, the kids looking disappointed.
HARRY:
Thank you. Luna, Rolf.
LUNA:
Still, it's funny...that Harry's son and Draco's son get on so well.
HARRY, DRACO, LUNA and ROLF sit together over steaming mugs of Gurdyroot tea. LUNA sees HARRY, and then DRACO.
HARRY:
Rolf, I'm afraid this isn't merely a social visit. We need your help regarding a serious threat - a dangerous fanatic is seeking dark magic connected to Grindelwald.
ROLF blinks in surprise.
ROLF:
Grindelwald? Can't say I know much about him, though Grandfather Newt did help defeat Grindelwald back in 1945. Ancient history to me.
DRACO sighs in frustration.
LUNA:
Oh! But Newt wrote all about it in his diaries! Let me fetch them...
LUNA hums airily to herself and leaves the room. The men sit in awkward silence until LUNA returns levitating a towering stack of weathered leather journals. They crash onto the coffee table, spilling tea.
LUNA:
Oops! Sorry about that. Now then, Newt chronicled all his adventure in here. Have a look!
She offers the diaries to HARRY and DRACO with an encouraging smile. They exchange a resigned glance.
DRACO:
That's a lot…thank you.
HARRY and DRACO pore over NEWT's many diaries, flipping through page after page of tiny, cramped handwriting and sketched illustrations of fantastic beasts. LUNA peers interestedly over their shoulders.
HARRY mutters.
HARRY:
Bowtruckles... Occamies... Mooncalves... No mention of dark rituals. Just magical creatures.
DRACO skims pages in anger.
DRACO:
There must be something about Grindelwald. These can't all be scribbles about Nifflers and Kneazles!
LUNA:
Oh, try the 1947 journal! I believe Newt helped track down Grindelwald's remaining allies that year.
She pulls a battered brown journal from the stack and offers it to DRACO with an encouraging nod. He takes it reluctantly and turns to a page with an elaborate triangle-circle-line symbol.
DRACO:
This marking...
LUNA peers closely.
LUNA:
The Sign of the Deathly Hallow…
HARRY:
The Deathly Hallows? How?
Suddenly an owl screeches outside, startling them. LUNA glances out the window apprehensively as HARRY and DRACO exchange tense looks.
LUNA:
An owl at this hour? Something is very wrong...we must prepare. Destiny is shifting, I can feel it.
She gazes intensely at HARRY and DRACO, who stand up abruptly, the gravity of her words sinking in.
HARRY:
Prepare? You believe we're in danger, Luna?
LUNA:
Oh yes. The wrackspurts are quite agitated. And the owl's cry foretells coming chaos. We haven't much time.
She begins rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the cluttered sitting room, seemingly at random. DRACO watches dubiously while HARRY furrows his brow.
HARRY:
Should we notify the Ministry? Hermione could send a protective detail.
LUNA:
No need. The Rotfang Conspiracy has already infiltrated. But we have our own means of defense...Ah-ha! Here we are.
She pulls several strange pendants from a box and passes them out - butterbeer cork necklaces.
DRACO:
Jewelry? How will that help exactly?
LUNA:
These keep away the Nargles of course. Very important.
DRACO rolls his eyes but LUNA has already flitted over to the window where a tawny owl sits on the sill with an envelope clutched in its beak.
LUNA:
A messenger! At last, maybe a sign of hope!
DRACO:
What are you talking about? It's your wife, Rolf!
ROLF:
Nah, I can't…
LUNA unseals the letter and scans the message hastily. Her face morphs into shock.
LUNA:
It's...it's from the Ministry. They say somebody found a dark witch in Paris?
DRACO and HARRY exchange an urgent look.
DRACO:
Paris?
ROLF, reading diaries, finds something,
ROLF:
That's it. This says, Newt attended Grindelwald's rally where he witnessed Grindelwald's speech and vision of the future, in Paris!
DRACO:
We need to get to Paris immediately!
LUNA:
With Newt…he's still alive, don't you know?
DRACO:
What?
ROLF:
He's still alive…in THE HEAVEN!
HARRY:
So…
ROLF:
He was killed by the goblin guy.
DRACO:
Goblin guy?
ROLF:
Killed by the goblin guy.
HARRY:
But…Luna said…
LUNA:I've never seen the corpse, and that means he might be alive.
DRACO:
Another issue…silly.
HARRY:
Can somebody explain that?
ROLF speaks with a serious face.
ROLF:
The ministry just sent me a small paper, a letter that says he was killed. This is the letter. You can read.
ROLF takes the letter out. HARRY stares at the letter.
HARRY:
I've never heard about that…and this isn't from our ministry…the stamp is what the Ministry used about 50 years ago…it's different now…
Everyone suddenly becomes quiet.
DRACO:
What did you say?
ROLF:
That means…
LUNA:
The grandfather is still alive, as I said. Sounds like a prophecy.
ROLF:
Yeah…
DRACO is a little pissed off at ROLF's disinterested attitude.
DRACO:
Rolf Scamander, why are you so disinterested?
ROLF:
I just don't wanna get involved!
HARRY:
What do you mean?
ROLF:
When people look at me, they have a filter called "Newt."
HARRY breathes a loud sigh.
HARRY:
My son, Albus thought like that before. I know…
LUNA looks at her husband carefully and genuinely.
LUNA:
What about an adviser? Not a fighter.
ROLF:
Thanks, Luna, I love you.
DRACO:
If the madman named Travis is in Paris meddling with Grindelwald's dark magic, who knows what havoc he could wreak!
HARRY:
We need to get there right away and stop him before he can put whatever sinister plan he has into action. I fear the worst if his radical followers are involved as well.
DRACO:
But how?
HARRY:
The port key.
DRACO:
Okay…fine.
A SHADOWY PARIS APARTMENT
JENNA:
What kind of idiot calls himself a goblin guy?
LIROH:
But it sounds scary though.
JENNA:
Scary? It's HILARIOUS.
TRAVIS:
The time has come, my friends! Tonight we make the first move to destabilize their fragile world order and establish the new wizarding rule we deserve.
JENNA:
What do you command, my lord?
LIROH:
We are yours to wield as you seize destiny!
TRAVIS:
Excellent...we shall begin by unleashing my mutant army upon the heart of the city! Panic and chaos will cripple the No-Majs and Muggles and distract those fools from the Ministry while we tap into the dark ritual's ultimate power!
LIROH:
Where should we…
TRAVIS:
I know where we should have a rally.
JENNA:
The Lestrange Mausoleum.
They leave the room and start walking.
FORMER THE LESTRANGE MAUSOLEUM SITE
LIROH and JENNA put up flyers and send out magical invitations to witches and wizards in the area.
LIROH:
Come celebrate a grand wizarding gala now! An evening of magic, music and merriment awaits!
JENNA:
We will have exotic drinks, extravagant feasts, entertainment and dancing into the night! Don your finest robes and join the festivities!
Witches and wizards read the flashy invitations with intrigue.
WIZARD 1:
A Parisian wizard gala? How delightful! We simply must attend, darling.
WITCH 2:
Indeed! It's been ages since we enjoyed a dazzling magical soirée.
A crowd gathers while TRAVIS appears in the centre to greet them.
TRAVIS:
Oh…so many wizards and witches here. Did you enjoy your tea? I'm Travis Fernsby.
The crowd watches TRAVIS with applause.
WIZARD 3:
GO! GO!
TRAVIS:
By the way, we all know the immense power we magical folk wield over pitiful non-magic people. And yet we allow those hapless non-magicals to dictate the terms by which we must live! Hiding our gifts, restraining our abilities so as not to unsettle their pathetically ordinary lives. No more!
Murmurs spread through the crowd while JENNA and LIROH use Imperio who are not under TRAVIS's opinion.
JENNA & LIROH:
Imperio…
TRAVIS:
Why shouldn't wizards rule over inferior non-magic people? Our magical blood inherently makes us the dominant race! Consider the reality-bending forces we command with a mere flick of a wand or utterance of a spell. They cannot begin to comprehend our capabilities, let alone match them! They would be helpless against our undisputed magical might!
WIZARD 2:
Here here! We should not have to hide from those bumbling fools!
TRAVIS:
Precisely! For centuries we have lurked in the shadows, allowing them to control governments, to monopolize authority over us even as they drove us into secrecy. No longer! The time has come for magical beings to claim our rightful place over non-magical people!
The crowd cheers approvingly
TRAVIS:
With me as your leader, no longer will we magical folk bow down to fool tyranny! We shall harness our full powers to overthrow their fraudulent regimes and usher in a new age of magical dominance! Join me, brothers and sisters! Destiny awaits! THE GATE IS OPEN!
LIROH and JENNA walk close to TRAVIS.
JENNA:
If you agree with us, please come here, where we stand, with the light on your wands.
LIROH:
NO MORE NUISANCE!
TRAVIS:
If you are with me, come here! If you don't, your life will be taken.
The crowd, with various expressions on their faces, gather to TRAVIS.
LIROH:
Great! Great!
JENNA:
Have you experienced running away from idiots of non-magic?
TRAVIS:
Time is running out! Before a nuisance comes, shall we move to another place?
Suddenly, HARRY, HERMIONE, RON, DRACO, GINNY, and ROLF come there, while TRAVIS and his followers are moving to another place.
DRACO:
Don't move! Soon a lot of the ministries and MACUSA are going to come! Our ministry! French Ministry! MACUSA!
JENNA finds ROLF.
JENNA:
Rolf Scamander! Your grandpa is ours!
LIROH:
Ours! Ours! Newt is ours!
TRAVIS looks at HARRY while LIROH and JENNA lead the followers to move to another place.
TRAVIS:
Do you think you can defeat us? The number of my followers soon be more and more!
HERMIONE:
You can stop right now! You shouldn't underestimate us. Right?
RON:
You can give up here! Don't you know? Muggles make our lives better. They have funny prank goods!
GINNY:
Yes! Forget about the prank goods, but don't forget about us!
TRAVIS looks at ROLF while LIROH and JENNA finish moving the followers.
TRAVIS:
The grandson of Newt Scamander! Will is much stronger than bloodline!
Suddenly TRAVIS flutters his cloak and disappears from there. Not a single one of his followers was there, and they moved to another place completely.
RON:
Damn it! They escaped!
HARRY:
I never thought you all came.
ROLF:
I just felt like…I had to…
HERMIONE:
The bloodline has awakened you, maybe.
DRACO:
No time! We need to find them…
HARRY:
Right, yes…
GINNY:
But where?
RON:
Well…
They leave after a moment of silence, sighing deeply.
A SHADOWY PARIS APARTMENT
TRAVIS bows deeply and greets his followers. His followers are completely loyal to him to a great extent.
TRAVIS:
Thank you for joining us…this is Travis Fernsby. You are so brave that you are going to make a great revolution.
LIROH gives the first round of applause and cheers to TRAVIS.
LIROH:
REVOLUTION IS EVOLUTION! AND WE-
TRAVIS interrupts LIROH speaking.
TRAVIS:
Have you ever heard of Gellert Grindelwald? You might have heard about Voldemort…
JENNA:
Voldemort wasn't as evil as we know, right?
TRAVIS:
Of course! Voldemort's pursuit of magical supremacy, while extreme, can be seen as a reflection of his ambition. His desire to establish a wizard-dominated society might be rooted in a quest for power rather than inherent malevolence!
LIROH:
Tell me, master! The relationship between Voldemort and Grindelwald!
TRAVIS:
Voldemort was influenced by Grindelwald's ideology and ambition, as well as his quest for the Deathly Hallows. Voldemort admired Grindelwald's power and feared his reputation.
LIROH:
Tell me! Tell me! Our plan!
TRAVIS sees the crowd who have gradually broken the Imperius Curse.
TRAVIS:
I may have gone too far…I mean…
He takes a deep breath.
TRAVIS:
My brothers. My sisters. My friends. The great gift of your applause is not for me. No! It is for yourselves. You came here today because of a craving, and a knowledge that the old ways serve us no longer. You came because you crave something new. Something different. It is said that I hate le Non-magiques. The Muggles. The No-Maj. The Can't-Spells. I do not hate them. I do not. For I do not fight out of hatred. I believe that the Muggles are not lesser, but other. Not worthless, but of other value. Not disposable, but of different disposition. Magic blooms only in rare souls. It is granted to those who live for higher things. Oh, and what a world we could make for all humanity, we who live for truth, for freedom...and for love.
He paces before his enraptured followers, the fervor in his voice rising.
TRAVIS:
The time has come, brothers and sisters! No more skulking in the shadows!
The crowd cheers excitedly. TRAVIS raises his hands for silence.
TRAVIS:
Tonight's rally was but the first step. Soon my influence will spread far beyond Paris, as you my faithful allies help carry forth my vision to your is the battle plan - I will divide the world into sectors, each assigned to select members of our inner circle. You will recruit more followers to join our cause to grow our strength so that one day soon…
Murmurs ripple through the crowd as they gaze upon the map. TRAVIS taps his wand on the markings.
TRAVIS:
Jenna, you will take charge of our forces here in central Europe. Liroh, the Americas will fall under your guidance. And Asia…
One of the crowd, ISSAC FRANKLIN raises his voice and wand.
ISSAC::
Me! Issac Franklin! I have a strong connection to people there. Not only that, but I possess fluency in several languages, including Japanese, Chinese, Korean, and Tagalog!
TRAVIS:
Multilingual! I like that. Asia is under YOU! Issac!
ISSAC:
I have connections at Mahoutokoro, so I can confidently assure you that your power will be passed on to the right people.
TRAVIS:
Wow, impressive. I can trust you from the bottom of my heart and power…
LIROH:
And master, you will…
TRAVIS:
I, Travis Fernsby, will rule the UK, where Hogwarts stands! This place will be the key! Great plan! Others are divided to every place. Jenna! Liroh! Issac! Take this!
TRAVIS gives a jar containing a Polyjuice Portion to each of JENNA, LIROH and ISSAC.
LIROH:
Master, this is…
TRAVIS:
Polyjuice Potion. It can transform your appearance into that of a foolish guard in case of an emergency, but let me make this clear - it's not recommended! So think twice before you even consider using it.
JENNA:
I will complete your plan there, I must…
TRAVIS:
Oh, to visit each place, you need to use a non-magical airplane. It sounds patient for us, but we had to use it. We pretend to be non-magical to hide from those who denigrate us. Sounds great? Sounds okay?
JENNA, LIROH, & ISSAC:
Perfect!
TRAVIS:
Great! I shall hope for your good fortune, my people! NOW WE BEGIN!
CROWDS:
WE BEGIN!
The rally dissolves into thunderous applause and cries of support. TRAVIS watches his followers leave there to every place. A twisted smile creeps across his face as his plans unfurl like dark tendrils strangling the planet.
CHARLES DE GAULLE AIRPORT, PARIS
JENNA and LIROH stride through the busy airport terminal, wheeling their luggage behind them. They scan the departure boards looking for their flights.
LIROH whispers to JENNA, getting close to her.
LIROH:
Ah, here's my flight to New York. I'll spread our message far and wide across the Americas!
JENNA spots her flight.
JENNA:
Excellent. And I'm off to Berlin to rally our forces in central Europe. Our master's vision will soon blanket the globe!
They head towards their respective gates, passing crowds of oblivious non-magical passengers.
LIROH mutters in anger.
LIROH:
Pitiful No-Majs, scurrying about their menial lives. If only they knew the power we wield over them.
JENNA:
Soon enough, under the new order, they will learn their rightful place beneath us.
The pair arrive at the security checkpoint for JENNA's flight. She places her carry-on onto the conveyor belt.
JENNA:
I suppose this is where we part ways. Do take care spreading the master's word across uncivilized America.
LIROH:
Hah! As if backward Europe is any more civilized. I'll have the Americas under our command before you can blink.
JENNA:
Is that a challenge? I'll have all of Europe and Asia loyal to our cause long before you sway a single Yankee wand.
LIROH:
Ha! My powers of persuasion far exceed yours, wench. The day America bows before you is the day I swear fealty to them! Don't you know that the goblin is clever?!
JENNA:
But…you're the HALF!
AIRPORT SECURITY OFFICER:
Excuse me, you're holding up the line.
JENNA:
Do be quiet, you impertinent No-Maj. Know your betters! Oops! OBLIVIATE!
JENNA grabs her bag from the belt and strides through the metal detector. It BEEPS loudly.
AIRPORT SECURITY OFFICER:
Ma'am, you'll need to remove any metal objects.
JENNA scowls, then discreetly waves her wand and the detector falls silent. She grabs her stuff arrogantly.
JENNA:
There, satisfied? Now quit wasting my time, cretin.
She stalks off towards her gate. LIROH sniggers behind her.
LIROH:
Farewell! Do try not to bungle things too badly across the pond!
JENNA:
I shall prevail. Enjoy wallowing in your American squalor.
The mismatched pair glare icily at each other before departing in opposite directions, determined to outdo the other in spreading their sinister agenda.
LIROH whispers himself.
LIROH:
My hometown, my target country, America…For my master…I have a half hour left.
LIROH rustles through his bag, takes a newspaper and reads it.
LIROH:
Today's newspaper…
Then suddenly he smiles.
LIROH:
"Nobody in Azkaban"
Our story is moving in the right direction. I gotta tell my master…
Then TRAVIS looks in on LIROH from behind.
TRAVIS:
I already know…
LIROH:
What? Master?! You're here?! Your flight is on today, too?
TRAVIS:
No…I'm just checking on you guys.
LIROH:
How fortunate I am to meet you now!
TRAVIS:
Keep your fortune…
TRAVIS leaves there, while LIROH are putting the newspaper away in your bag.
MAHOUTOKORO, JAPAN
ISSAC with some of the crowd gets there and greets his friend PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO. But ISSAC seems to have a different plan.
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
My friend! It's been a while!
ISSAC:
Hey! This is my team to support me with work. Guys, he understands English, so don't worry.
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
So, you came here because…
ISSAC:
I'll talk about that later.
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO notices they are still standing outside and invites them into the building.
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
Please come in. But I'm sure you all cannot be in a room.
ISSAC:
Then I'll be the only one to get invited into the room. Guys, okay?
The crowd nods silently.
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO and ISSAC enters the room.
ISSAC:
Muffliato…
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
What's going on?
ISSAC:
Well, have you heard about everybody running away from Azkaban?
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
Yes…
ISSAC starts to talk in Japanese.
ISSAC:
実はそれに僕が関与しているんだ。グリンデルバルドの意思を継ぐトラヴィス・ファーズンビーが世界を支配しようとしている。僕はそこでスネイプするんだ。
(Trans: I'm actually involved with that. Travis Fernsby, the successor of Grindelwald, wants to rule the world. I'm doing "Snape.")
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO responds in Japanese.
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
何だって？俺は何を？
(Trans: What? What should I do?)
ISSAC:
みんなを安全な場所に避難させておくんだ、最悪なことが起きる前に。
(Trans: Get everyone evacuated to safety…before the worst happens.)
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
わかった。でもなんでこんなことを？
(Trans: Got it. But why did you do this?)
ISSAC:
母さんと約束したんだ。悪を絶対に許さないって。
(Trans: I had a promise to my mom, that I never forgive the evil)
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
だからって、こんなのお前らしくないぞ。
(Trans: That doesn't mean this is like you.)
ISSAC:
内側から壊す。ただそれだけだ。
(Trans: Breaking him from his side. I'm just doing that)
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
それが危険だ。
(Trans: That's just dangerous)
ISSAC:
わかってる。本当にスネイプするつもりだ。
(Trans: I know. I'm literally doing "Snape.")
ISSAC looks at PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO with serious eyes.
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
つまり、悪のためなら自分の命を差し出すってのか？それはごめんだ。
(Trans: Do you mean that you can be killed for evil? I don't accept that.)
ISSAC:
そうだ。これが俺のプランだ。
(Trans: Yes. That's my plan)
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
じゃあ、本当にスネイプしろ。俺を殺せ。またいつかここを訪たら。
(Trans: Then do "Snape" fully. Kill me…when you visit here again)
ISSAC takes a deep breath, looking at PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO.
ISSAC:
それでトラヴィス・ファーズンビーが倒せるならな…
(Trans: If that helps me defeat Travis Fernsby…)
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
しなきゃいけないんだ。
(Trans: You need to do it.)
ISSAC shifts his spoken language from Japanese to English.
ISSAC:
Do what I ordered for you, just do it!
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
I'll do.
After some minutes of silence, they leave the room.
The crowd looks at them with the puzzled expression.
ISSAC:
The conversation just started with old memories, so we spoke Japanese. He'll do what our master wants.
The crowd nods.
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
Is that everything you wanted to ask?
ISSAC looks at the crowd, but the crowd doesn't respond to him.
ISSAC:
Nothing to ask. Guys, let's move on to China.
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
Wait, please visit here again. You can talk to other professors who aren't here today.
ISSAC:
Okay. I will.
The crowd and ISSAC leave there, while PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO seems to be serious and determined on his face.
ILVERMORNY SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
LIROH stands in front of Ilvermorny with some of the crowd. But he doesn't want the crowd there.
LIROH:
I can do this just myself. Get away.
The crowd get away to somewhere.
At the school where LIROH graduated, he values the command of TRAVIS. He finds an old man, PROFESSOR AGILBERT FONTAINE.
PROFESSPR FONTAINE:
Hi, I'm Agilbert Fontaine, and you're…
LIROH tells a lie to get trusted.
LIROH:
I'm Liroh Tuffin, the lowest-class official of MACUSA.
PROFESSOR FONTAINE:
What has made you come here, sir?
LIROH:
I actually graduated here…anyway, I'll talk about that later. So just let me in.
PROFESSOR FONTAINE:
Of course.
PROFESSOR FONTAINE looks at LIROH for a second with suspicion but quickly seems to change his face to one of kindness. PROFESSOR FONTAINE invites LIROH to a headmaster's office.
PROFESSOR FONTAINE:
Since you were a student here, what house were you in?
LIROH:
Wampus…my sorting took a long time, you know?
PROFESSOR FONTAINE:
Okay, I understand.
LIROH:
Professor, have you ever experienced hiding from No-Majs?
PROFESSOR FONTAINE:
Of course, a lot.
LIROH:
Right? What if we can be more comfortable? It's just separation.
PROFESSOR FONTAINE:
While wizards have unique gifts, we are all equal under heaven. Peace comes through unity, not dominion.
LIROH:
But he says wizards are the superior race. We've hidden too long from No-Majs who seek to control us!
PROFESSOR FONTAINE:
Who's he?
LIROH tells an outright lie.
LIROH:
Umm…well…Harry Potter.
PROFESSOR FONTAINE:
Harry Potter, you say? One from the famous hero?
PROFESSOR FONTAINE:
The path to power through force often leads to greater harm. There are other ways we can lift humanity.
LIROH:
You don't understand! My master will make a better world for us all.
PROFESSOR FONTAINE:
You call the Boy Who Lived your master? I caution you, to tread carefully where such ambition leads. The ends don't always justify the means.
LIROH:
The time has come to claim our rightful place!
PROFESSOR FONTAINE:
What kind of lesson did you take here? In the name of me, as the headmaster, I do not want that!
LIROH:
Wait, you're the headmaster? Just please…listen to me.
PROFESSOR FONTAINE:
Dark times surely come, because MACUSA failed about a big problem called Travis Fernsby.
LIROH:
Then do you want to affect that to No-Majs?
PROFESSOR FONTAINE:
No…if you want to argue more with me, I'll just have you leave here.
LIROH leaves there, muttering about "separation." PROFESSOR FONTAINE is now alone in the headmaster's office.
After a few minutes, PROFESSOR FONTAINE receives a letter from MACUSA. He opens the letter and is shocked but determined.
"Dear Professor Fontaine,
We have to tell that our big issue got bigger and stronger. Travis Fernsby has a big team, that reminds us of the pasts of Voldemort and Grindelwald. His followers are now all over the world. All you need to do is evacuate everyone from your school.
I hope you'll stand for us.
Max Lucas Fisher, the president of MACUSA"
PROFESSOR FONTAINE:
Okay…the guy was…on the side…make sense.
PROFESSOR FONTAINE closes his lips tightly and makes up his mind, gathering professors.
PROFESSOR FONTAINE looks at the professors that he has in the school.
PROFESSOR FONTAINE:
We need to ensure our students have enough safety from the threat of Travis Fernsby. Liroh Tuffin, who seemed to be on his side, just came here. We are in DANGER! SAFETY WE CAN ENSURE! TRAVIS FERNSBY ADMIRES GRINDELWALD!
All professors leave the room with determined faces.
MAHOUTOKORO, JAPAN
Days later, ISSAC visits PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO again with complex feelings on their faces.
ISSAC:
Do you still think I need to kill you?
ISSAC looks at PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO with tears.
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
By killing a guy who's against him, you will get really trusted and appreciated you.
ISSAC:
Do you think so? From the bottom of your heart?
Then suddenly the crowd that ISSAC has, dashes there.
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO shouts to everyone there.
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
Kill me! If you are against ME!
ISSAC whispers in Japanese, looking at PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO.
ISSAC:
永遠に最高の友
(Trans: My best friend forever)
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO:
知ってるさ、ありがとう。
(Trans: I know, thanks)
ISSAC:
Avada Kedavra…
PROFESSOR NAKAMOTO falls on the floor silently and loses his life.
Suddenly, one of the crowd, VIOLA JONATHAN, raises her wand and gets closer to ISSAC.
VIOLA:
ばかばかしい。
(Trans: Sounds stupid)
ISSAC
What?
VIOLA:
You're not the only one who understands Japanese. And the conversation you had the other day, I unlocked the spell, I understood it. GUYS! They had a conversation of friends! Issac is against our master!
ISSAC:
Are you serious?
ISSAC raise his wand with a frightened face.
The crowd raises their wands to ISSAC.
ISSAC is so trembling with nervousness and fear that he drops his wand.
VIOLA:
I got a chance!
AVADA KEDAVRA!
ISSAC shouts, dying.
ISSAC:
AAHHH!
VIOLA:
From now, I take the leadership to get Asia for our master!
VIOLA takes ISSAC's Polyjuice Potion out from him.
The crowd is suspicious of each other.
They leave there quickly.
BERLIN BRANDENBURG AIRPORT
JENNA strides through there, wheeling an oversized and clearly empty bag behind her. She has a determined yet annoyed look on her face as she mutters under her breath.
JENNA:
Finally here…useless bureaucrats! As if their pathetic No-Maj security could ever stop me. I simply confounded the lot of them. Now, to find the nearest Wizarding transfer point and get to the Ministry...
She continues grumbling and checking the signs, not paying attention to the No-Majs giving her strange looks for her large, flat bag.
JENNA:
These haven't an ounce of magical ability, yet we allow them to control us at every turn! Forcing wizards to conceal their power, to "register" with their foolish governments...just wait until our master...I mean, just wait and see!
A passing airport worker eyes JENNA curiously. She glowers at him.
JENNA:
What are you gawking at? Have you never seen a witch…oh, I mean a too beautiful lady travel with luggage before? Get out of my way, cretin!
The confused worker hurries past as JENNA strides angrily on, muttering about non-magical people under her breath. She heads out of the terminal still pulling the weird, empty bag along, drawing attention but ignoring the stares of passersby. Her focus is solely on the sinister mission ahead.
JENNA:
Who was he? What a nuisance. He would have met a BEAUTIFUL witch for the first time, DEFINITELY.
Just as JENNA is leaving the terminal, the airport worker she yelled at earlier runs after her.
WORKER:
Pardon me, miss! I couldn't help overhearing your, er, complaints about No-Majs earlier.
JENNA whirls around, glaring suspiciously.
JENNA:
You know of magic? Who are you?
WORKER:
Just a Squib. A friend with similar sympathies. I know you seek others of our kind. If you desire old magical knowledge, I suggest making haste to Durmstrang Institute. Well…I was born in a magical house with a lot of siblings, but I'm the only one whose magic hasn't been awakened. The rest of my family went to Durmstrang. The family had planned to make me go there as well, but…you know…
JENNA:
Durmstrang? The school? What would I want there? The place that smells like a mix of sweat and gangs?
WORKER:
Well…my sister went there and she cares about the…beauty…and so I don't think the place doesn't smell as bad as you think…
JENNA:
Well…okay…and?
WORKER:
Let's just say the headmaster is quite open to radical new thinking. He can help spread your message across Europe more quickly than the bureaucrats in Berlin ever could. Well…Grindelwald went there, but did not graduate…
JENNA considers this for a moment, then smiles slowly.
JENNA:
I see...you may prove of some use after all. Very well, I visit this headmaster and see if he will join our cause. What is his name?
WORKER:
I guess…umm…Bjorn Odinson. And please, pass along my regards when you meet him. I look forward to the changes your movement will bring.
JENNA nods curtly then strides toward the exit, a new destination in mind. She glances back at the worker.
JENNA:
You've been helpful. Perhaps non-magical idiots have some limited value after all.
WORKER:
Well of course, by the way, you smell like…a rose in a kitchen.
JENNA:
Huh? A rose in a kitchen? What do you mean? Is it admiration or criticism?
WORKER:
Admiration!
JENNA:
Okay. Farewell for now!
The worker whispers to himself.
WORKER:
If the things go well, I'll never be the idiot of the airport. For wizards, witches, and Squibs.
The worker watches JENNA depart, a fanatical gleam in his eyes. He seems to begin to fall for her.
DURMSTRANG INSTITUTE
JENNA walks briskly through the dark stone corridors, the cold air swirling in her robes. She comes to a large wooden door and knocks firmly.
A stern voice bids her enter. Inside the headmaster's office, an imposing wizard with a long blond braid sits scowling behind a claw-footed desk.
PROFESSOR ODINSON:
What business have you at Durmstrang, witch? Speak quickly!
JENNA:
Headmaster Odinson, I presume? I've come with an invitation, from one who would return wizards to their rightful place of power.
PROFESSOR ODINSON's scowl deepens.
PROFESSOR ODINSON:
I've no time for foolish prattle. Durmstrang has traditions to uphold.
JENNA:
Oh, but this is no prattle, sir. Our leader, Travis Fernsby, shares your traditions - wizarding pride, and magical purity. He would see our kind unshackled at last from non-magical constraints!
At this, PROFESSOR ODINSON seems to reconsider. He leans back, gesturing for JENNA to continue.
JENNA:
Have you experienced…you had to run away from non-magical things?
PROFESSOR ODINSON:
Of course, every witch and wizard experience.
JENNA:
Right? What if we can be freer?
PROFESSOR ODINSON:
Unicorns are considered as "strange."
JENNA:
Yes! Travis requires us to be free and comfortable!
JENNA, her eyes gleaming with conviction, steps further into the room, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the walls.
JENNA:
Professor, imagine a world where our magical heritage is not just a secret to be kept, but a source of strength and dominance. Travis Fernsby envisions a society where wizards and witches need not hide, where our power is recognized and respected by all.
PROFESSOR ODINSON remains sceptical but intrigued, his eyes narrowing as he listens to Jenna's impassioned plea.
JENNA:
We believe in preserving our magical bloodlines, ensuring that the purest of magic flows through our veins. Travis Fernsby aims to unite magical communities, to strengthen the bonds that tie us together, making us impervious to the threats from the non-magical world.
PROFESSOR ODINSON leans forward, his stern expression softening slightly.
PROFESSOR ODINSON:
And what does your leader propose? How does he intend to achieve this unity and liberation you speak of?
JENNA:
Travis Fernsby has organized a gathering of like-minded wizards and witches, a convention where the brightest magical minds can share their knowledge and power. A coalition that will reshape the future, standing tall against those who seek to suppress us.
PROFESSOR ODINSON:
You speak of bold ambitions, young witch. What guarantee do we have that this is not just another misguided attempt to rebel against the natural order?
JENNA:
We offer the chance for Durmstrang to be at the forefront of this movement, to lead and shape the destiny of the magical world. Travis Fernsby extends a personal invitation to you, Professor Odinson, to join him and other esteemed wizards who share our vision.
The room falls silent as PROFESSOR ODINSON contemplates JENNA's words; his piercing gaze fixed on her.
PROFESSOR ODINSON:
I consider your proposal, but know this – Durmstrang's allegiance is not easily swayed. Our traditions are steeped in centuries of magical heritage.
JENNA:
Understood, Professor. We seek unity, not discord. I trust you will make the right choice for the future of wizardkind.
PROFESSOR ODINSON:
Fernsby, you say? His ideas intrigue me. Durmstrang may yet teach again the old ways, the true nature of wizardkind!
JENNA smiles. She can see the fanatical flames stoked behind PROFESSOR ODINSON's eyes.
MINISTRY OF MAGIC, LONDON
HARRY, HERMIONE, RON, and DRACO, appear in the Ministry, having just returned from Paris. They look weary but determined as they stride towards the Auror office.
HARRY:
We have to move fast. Now that we know Travis is in Paris rallying dark forces, time is against us.
HERMIONE:
Agreed. I'll arrange an emergency Wizengamot session. We'll need global cooperation to find and stop Travis and his followers.
RON:
I'll rally our top Aurors. We'll scour the whole bloody country if we have to!
Just then, a panicked wizard runs up to them.
WIZARD:
Mr. Potter! I have an urgent message for you. Travis is here – in London!
HARRY:
Here?! Are you sure?
WIZARD:
Yes! He was spotted in Diagon Alley not ten minutes ago!
The group looks at each other in alarm.
RON:
Blimey, he moves fast! Ready your wand, Harry!
HARRY:
Wait! We can't just charge out and start firing curses in public. Hermione, contact the Minister. Have him send a covert team of Aurors to quietly surround the area. We'll apprehend Travis discreetly.
HERMIONE nods and rushes off. HARRY turns to the others.
HARRY:
Draco, you're with me. We'll go out under Disillusionment Charms and help the Aurors take Travis into custody. Ron, alert St. Mungo's – we may need Healers on standby. Let's move!
DIAGON ALLEY
Meanwhile, TRAVIS walks confidently through the crowded street, a twisted smile on his face as he takes in the heart of wizarding London. Passersby give him sideways glances, unnerved by the palpable power and menace he exudes.
TRAVIS pauses outside Ollivander's wand shop, eyeing the display thoughtfully. He seems deep in contemplation, perhaps envisioning the future under his control.
Just then, HARRY and DRACO quietly move into position nearby, wands at the ready as covert Aurors surround the area. But before they can act, TRAVIS disappears with a swirl of his cloak, Disapparating away just as Ministry forces close in.
HARRY slams his fist against the wall in frustration as their target vanishes.
HARRY:
Damn it! So close…
DRACO:
Why is he here?
HARRY:
I don't know…but you saw the lady and the goblin guy were along Travis in France, didn't you?
DRACO:
I saw them, but not here.
They saw each other with shocked faces.
HARRY:
Does that mean they're…
DRACO:
Other locations…
HARRY:
Other countries? Other towns? Are they in this country or not?
DRACO:
How can we do with this situation?
HARRY:
I guess MACUSA said the goblin guy visited Ilvermorny…
DRACO:
Travis separated his followers into some areas or countries?
HARRY:
That can be true…
DRACO:
We need to tell everyone! Hurry up!
They dash back to the ministry with serious faces, thinking about the dark time beginning now…
HOGWARTS
Disguising himself as the guard he killed much earlier using Polyjuice Potion, TRAVIS sneaks into Hogwarts under the cover of night. The halls are dark and silent as he prowls through the castle, a twisted grin on his face.
He comes across NEVILLE patrolling the corridors. Before NEVILLE can react, TRAVIS whips out his wand.
TRAVIS:
Stupefy!
The spell hits NEVILLE squarely in the chest. He crumples to the ground, stunned.
TRAVIS drags NEVILLE's limp body into an empty classroom. TRAVIS pulls out a strand of NEVILLE's hair to complete the Polyjuice Potion.
TRAVIS:
Perfect…for my time…
Satisfied with his handiwork, TRAVIS exits the room, locking it securely behind him. He rubs his hands together gleefully, ready to carry out his true purpose.
TRAVIS, now disguised as NEVILLE, ascends the stairs towards the Headmaster's Office. He stealthily approaches the stone gargoyle guarding the entrance.
TRAVIS as NEVILLE:
Sherbet lemon!
The gargoyle springs aside at the password. TRAVIS enters the office, scanning the portraits hanging on the walls. His eyes land on DUMBLEDORE's portrait behind the desk.
DUMBLEDORE:
Ah, Neville my boy! Up rather late aren't we-
But the words die on his lips as TRAVIS breaks the wall.
TRAVIS as NEVILLE:
CONFLINGO!
DUMBLEDORE:
What's wrong? Neville?
With another wave of his wand, TRAVIS unsticks the portrait from the broken wall. He tucks it under his arm.
TRAVIS as NEVILLE:
Come, Albus Dumbledore. You'll be of great use to my plans.
DUMBLEDORE:
Neville? Can't you just explain about this?
Cackling quietly, TRAVIS slips back out of the office with the purloined portrait in tow, his infiltration of Hogwarts completed.
Moments after TRAVIS leaves the headmaster's office, the door creaks open again. ALBUS POTTER and SCORPIUS MALFOY slip inside, wands out.
ALBUS:
I swear I heard something in here. LUMOS MAXIMA!
SCORPIUS:
Are you sure?
ALBUS:
OF COURSE! I SAW!
The boys' wand tips flare to life, illuminating the room. They spot the broken wall where DUMBLEDORE's portrait used to be.
SCORPIUS:
Dumbledore's portrait - it's gone! But who could've taken it?
Just then, a floorboard creaks behind them. They whirl around to see NEVILLE emerging from the shadows, wand aimed right at them. But the fact is that TRAVIS is disguised as NEVILLE.
ALBUS:
Neville…I mean Professor Longbottom! Thank Merlin. Did you see who took the portrait? We have to stop them!
TRAVIS as NEVILLE:
Oh, boys, hello. Just go back to your room…
ALBUS spots the portrait.
ALBUS:
Why are you holding the portrait of Dumbledore?
TRAVIS as NEVILLE:
It's just…umm…picture restoration…okay? Just go back to your room.
ALBUS:
Are you good at it?
TRAVIS as NEVILLE:
Of course, pretty well.
SCORPIUS:
Something's wrong...what are you-
TRAVIS as NEVILLE:
SILENCIO!
The spell hits SCORPIUS mid-sentence, muting him. Before ALBUS can react, TRAVIS whips his wand over.
TRAVIS as NEVILLE:
SILENCIO!
ALBUS is also struck mute. The boys grasp their throats in shock, unable to make a sound.
TRAVIS smiles cruelly, his form twisting and morphing until the disguise is getting undone.
TRAVIS:
Did you really think your precious professor could stop me? I'm afraid Dumbledore won't be around to protect you any longer. And…remember me…Travis Fernsby…
TRAVIS laughs mockingly at the boys' horrified faces. With a twirl of his cloak, he Disapparates from the office, leaving ALBUS and SCORPIUS silenced and helpless to raise the alarm.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL hears the noise of the clamour and runs over there. She is wearing pyjamas.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
What happened? Albus Potter? Scorpius Malfoy? Explain to me!
The boys try to open their mouths, but they can't, so they look at her with teary eyes.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
Are you speechless?
The boys nod.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
Fine, VOCALIS REVELIO!
The boys finally can speak what has happened.
ALBUS:
Travis Fernsby!
SCORPIUS:
He was disguised as Professor Longbottom!
ALBUS & SCORPIUS:
And stole the portrait of DUMBLEDORE!
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL sees the broken wall.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
Understand…where's he?
ALBUS:
I don't know…but he Disapparated…
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
Okay…anyway, you two, go back to your room. We, the professors, do somehow with this situation. But remember, everyone is in danger
The boys go back to their room, while PROFESSOR McGONAGALL gathers the professors.
The professors gather in the headmaster's office.
PROFESSOR McGONGALL:
As you can see, the portrait of Professor Dumbledore is gone. It was stolen from Travis Fernsby…and Professor Longbottom is also gone! We're in danger of Travis Fernsby! For now, we need to find Professor Longbottom.
Every professor gets out from the Headmaster's Office, to find NEVILLE. PROFESSOR McGONAGALL seems scared deep down.
MINISTRY OF MAGIC, LONDON
HARRY, HERMIONE, RON, DRACO, PROFESSOR McGONAGALL, and a lot of officials gather together in a meeting room, their faces etched with concern and determination. Everyone seems to be serious and determined.
HERMIONE:
Thank you all for coming on such short notice. As you've heard, the situation with Travis has become dire. If you have any updates, please raise a wand.
HARRY and DRACO raise their wands.
HARRY:
After you, Draco.
HERMIONE:
Then, go ahead, Draco.
DRACO:
Harry and I saw Travis in Diagon Alley, even though we saw him in Paris a few days ago. But he didn't have his followers in Diagon Alley.
HARRY:
Right. Since I heard that one of his followers visited Ilvermorny, we predicted that he separated his followers into some areas or countries.
RON interrupts them talking.
RON:
Blimey, tracking him down won't be easy if he's got operatives worldwide.
HERMIONE coughs deliberately, staring at RON.
HERMIONE:
Any updates? Anyone?
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL raises her wand.
HERMIONE:
Professor Minerva McGonagall, you may speak.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
According to Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy, Travis visited Hogwarts, and-
HARRY and DRACO interrupt her speaking.
HARRY:
Albus? Again?
DRACO:
Scorpius? Again?
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
That's what I wanted to say. Your life is quite harsh, Potter?
HARRY:
It can't be helped.
HERMIONE:
Don't miss the main subject, everyone.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
Right, Travis stole the portrait of Dumbledore.
HERMIONE:
What? I can't believe it!
DRACO:
How? My son has met Travis before.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
He used the Polyjuice Potion to pretend to be Neville Longbottom.
DRACO;
Polyjuice Potion, again…anyway, is my son alright?
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
Travis used the Silencing Charm to Albus and Scorpius. Of course, I broke the spell. But I missed Travis leaving from Hogwarts.
HARRY:
Why did he steal the portrait of Dumbledore?
HERMIONE:
He may use it for his plans since Dumbledore and Grindelwald were in the special relationship. Travis will ask a lot to Dumbledore about Grindelwald.
HERMIONE:
Thank you for your update, McGonagall.
HARRY:
We'll need cooperation to find Travis and his people.
RON:
Twisted as this Travis nutter sounds, he's clearly clever to have evaded capture this long.
HERMIONE:
We have to be strategic. Trying to chase him down directly could make him even more dangerous and unpredictable.
HARRY rubs his scar absently, feeling the weight of responsibility.
HARRY:
Better hurry up.
The group exchanges grave looks, strategizing their next moves to combat TRAVIS's escalating threats to global wizarding society.
OLD LONDON BUILDING
TRAVIS enters a dingy old building in a Muggle-infested town with aplomb. He carries a large suitcase containing the portrait of DUMBLEDORE. There are already some of his followers in the room.
TRAVIS:
Yes, here.
TRAVIS takes the portrait of DUMBLEDORE out of the suitcase and stands it up on a chair.
TRAVIS:
Albus Dumbledore. It's time to hear from you.
The followers stand behind TRAVIS quickly.
TRAVIS:
Albus Dumbledore, I'm Travis Fernsby, who is inheriting the big legacy.
DUMBLEDORE:
I've heard about you.
TRAVIS:
Well, good.
We're going to question you now. Before this, do you have anything to say?
DUMBLEDORE:
Of course, I have. Why did you start your plans?
TRAVIS reluctantly begins to talk.
TRAVIS:
I was raised in a wizarding family with strong pureblood ideals and prejudice against non-magical people.
DUMBLEDORE:
That's a common story.
TRAVIS:
Shut up, you old. I witnessed the oppression and secrecy wizards had to endure to avoid persecution by the non-magical world. This bred resentment. My parents spoke reverently of Grindelwald and his vision for wizard dominance.
DUMBLEDORE:
Intriguing. That's a little harsh.
TRAVIS:
Well, it's not that much. As a child, I felt his magical abilities made him superior to others. I hungered for the power and control denied to me by society. Non-magical people are enemies and threats to wizardkind's rightful place.
DUMBLEDORE:
Which school?
TRAVIS:
Durmstrang. I experienced the time of Voldemort there, knowing Voldemort was based on Grindelwald.
DUMBLEDORE:
Understand. Anyway, what do you want from me?
TRAVIS:
Have you ever seen this before?
TRAVIS receives the Clavis Temporum, a mechanical box, from one of the followers.
DUMBLEDORE:
Never.
TRAVIS:
Of course, I found this two years ago. This is called the Clavis Temporum by us. It is impervious to all spells than this.
TRAVIS points at the Clavis Temporum with his wand, and shouts.
TRAVIS:
AVADA KEDAVRA!
Then the Clavis Temporum opens with a loud rattling sound.
TRAVIS takes a small scrap of paper from it.
DUMBLEDORE:
What's it?
TRAVIS:
The key to Grindelwald…there are just words on this. The first one is "PACT."
DUMBLEDORE:
That might be a blood pact. Gellert and I created a blood pact during our teenage years, in which we pledged never to fight against each other. The purpose of the pact was to guarantee that no disagreement would separate us in our great mission to spark a revolution between the magical and the non-magical aggregations.
TRAVIS:
I see…the second one is "TRAGEDY."
DUMBLEDORE:
Hmm…it might express the relationship itself. Our friendship was cut short when they had a falling out and duelled each other, with me emerging as the victor. The relationship between Gellert and me was further complicated by our romantic involvement with each other.
TRAVIS:
Poor relationship. The last one is "AURELIUS."
DUMBLEDORE:
Aurelius Dumbledore. My brother, Aberforth, had a son named Aurelius. Due to the repression of his magic from the amount of abuse he endured, Aurelius developed a dark parasitic force known as an Obscurus and became an Obscurial twenty years into his life. Gellert manipulated Aurelius, since Gellert and I couldn't fight each other…
TRAVIS:
Thanks, Dumbledore. By the way, tell me…why did you tell us about that?
DUMBLEDORE:
It's just because those don't help you guys.
Hearing DUMBLEDORE's words, TRAVIS gets extremely mad.
TRAVIS:
NO! Those are essential for my power and the future I desire!
DUMBLEDORE:
The true power lies not in control or suppression, but in understanding.
Suddenly the door is blasted open with an explosion. DELPHI stands there.
TRAVIS:
Oh, Delphi…
DELPHI:
You forgot me or not? I AM FREE!
DUMBLEDORE:
Your mother had escaped from there before.
DELPHI looks at the portrait of DUMBLEDORE, surprised.
DELPHI:
You got the portrait of Dumbledore? Great. Travis, I'm on your side now.
TRAVIS:
We got the daughter of the Dark Lord!
DELPHI:
Your idea seems nice somehow.
DUMBLRDORE mutters gently.
DUMBLEDORE:
Things have got out of hand. Delphi, do you just want to follow your way? Travis does not follow your parents' way.
DELPHI shouts in anger.
DELPHI:
SHUT UP! What do you know about myself and my parents? Besides, belonging to Travis is the best way to identify me!
TRAVIS:
Right, Albus Dumbledore, you don't understand Gellert Grindelwald and Voldemort completely!
DUMBLEDORE tries to calm them down.
DUMBLEDORE:
Neither do you.
TRAVIS:
We have been trying to KNOW!
DUMBLEDORE smiles, trying to tease them.
DUMBLEDORE:
Is that so? Youngblood?
TRAVIS:
Enough prattle, Dumbledore. You claim to understand Grindelwald, yet you defeated him and allowed the Statute of Secrecy against wizardkind to persist!
DELPHI:
You suppressed my parents as well, hindering their noble efforts to restore wizards to their rightful place!
DUMBLEDORE:
I sought only to stop the immense harm and suffering their violent ambitions would bring. Force and domination only breed more darkness.
TRAVIS:
Your "wisdom" is precisely what has kept wizards living like rats, hiding from pathetic non-magic pals! We will use Grindelwald's secrets to finally ignite the revolution he envisioned!
DELPHI:
My father's noble work remains unfinished. We will resurrect his ideals and finish what he started! No more skulking in shadows!
DUMBLEDORE:
Children, you tread a dangerous path. Consider well where hatred and power-seeking lead. There are always alternatives to violence.
TRAVIS:
ENOUGH! Your alternatives left wizardkind weakened and wandless against Muggle threats! We will forge a new order where wizards rule supreme!
DELPHI:
The time has come to fulfil our destinies! Together we will accomplish what our forebears could not!
DUMBLEDORE watches helplessly as TRAVIS and DELPHI rant with self-righteous fury, blinded by prejudices inherited from troubled pasts they scarcely understand.
DELPHI:
This old fool clearly cannot guide us to the future we desire. Perhaps it's time we silence him for good!
DELPHI raises her wand towards DUMBLEDORE's portrait, but TRAVIS stops her.
TRAVIS:
No, wait! We still may have use for him.
DELPHI:
But he merely spouts cryptic warnings and idealistic nonsense! Let's be rid of him.
TRAVIS:
Not yet. Dumbledore was once swayed by Grindelwald himself. That shows he understands at least some of our ideals, deep down.
DUMBLEDORE:
I was young and foolish then. Age taught me wisdom.
TRAVIS ignores DUMBLEDORE.
TRAVIS:
We can find ways to...persuade him to reveal more useful knowledge. There are methods.
DELPHI:
I see...yes, we can find ways to loosen his tongue. After all, he kept secrets from many.
TRAVIS:
Exactly. Dumbledore hoarded valuable insights about the power we seek. In time, he will share them.
DUMBLEDORE:
I implore you - seek not dangerous knowledge but compassion and unity.
DELPHI:
Save your preaching! In time you'll tell us all you know of Grindelwald's work. And my father's. We have ways...
TRAVIS:
Patience, Delphi. Dumbledore will cooperate soon enough. Our destiny is at hand!
They turn away from the portrait, leaving DUMBLEDORE looking grave.
TRAVIS looks at DELPHI.
TRAVIS:
Our powers combined are formidable, but we must take steps to ensure our alliance cannot be broken.
DELPHI:
You suggest a blood pact? Like the one between Dumbledore and Grindelwald?
TRAVIS:
Yes, an Unbreakable Vow swearing we shall stand united. Nothing must come between us or divide our forces as we usher in the new age.
DELPHI:
I don't know...a Vow feels unnecessary. Our desires align - returning our kinds to their rightful place of dominance.
TRAVIS:
Desires can shift and stray. We must bind ourselves against all temptations of weakness. A Vow will give our followers confidence and strength.
DELPHI:
But our goals at the core are slightly different. You wish to honour your hero. I wish to honour my parents.
TRAVIS:
A minor detail. In spirit we are united in our disdain for non-magical constraints and belief in wizard superiority.
DELPHI:
The core of our magic comes from different places. Until we reconcile that, a Vow could distort our instincts.
TRAVIS:
You dare question my conviction? You suggest our great crusade is not pure of purpose?
DELPHI:
Not at all. Only that the source of our fire differs...and that must be respected. The Vow can wait.
TRAVIS:
You show wisdom beyond your years. For now, we will allow our magics to entwine naturally...and soon the world will tremble!
TRAVIS concedes, though his eyes glint with shadowy doubt.
DELPHI convinces him.
DELPHI:
I usually stand just by myself. But this time, I am on your side temporarily.
TRAVIS:
Noted, you're such a clever witch.
DUMBLEDORE looks at them, feeling tired.
DUMBLEDORE:
I have humoured your desires thus far, but I'm afraid I can divulge no more. I must insist you return me to Hogwarts.
TRAVIS:
Return you? After we've only just stolen you away? You've barely told us anything useful yet!
DELPHI:
We're not done picking that brain of yours, Dumbledore. You still hold secrets we must extract.
DUMBLEDORE:
I have shared what I can in good conscience. Further coercion will only lead you astray. Let us part ways here, for your own good.
TRAVIS:
For our own good? How dare you pretend to know what's best for us! Your time at Hogwarts is over, old man. You'll stay until we command otherwise!
DELPHI:
We control your fate now, not your precious students. We've only scraped the surface of your knowledge of our forebears.
DUMBLEDORE:
I admit that I pursued power blindly alongside Gellert in my youth. But I have long since realised wisdom lies in moderation. Do not repeat my mistakes.
TRAVIS:
Moderation? While wizards cower under non-magical tyranny! We will seize the power you were too weak-willed to grasp!
DELPHI:
You cannot sway us with platitudes. We will resurrect the proper order where wizards rule supreme!
DUMBLEDORE:
I have played my part. But I can guide you no more along this dark path. For the greater good, you must let me go.
But TRAVIS and DELPHI ignore his pleas, determined to use him as a means to their violent ends, heedless of his warnings borne of hard experience and regret. DUMBLEDORE looks upon them with sorrow, unable to steer them from their destructive course.
Suddenly, TRAVIS receives a letter delivered from an owl. Opening the letter, he grins.
"Dear Master Travis,
I write to you with news of a most troubling betrayal in our ranks. That spineless worm Issac Franklin proved himself unworthy of the task you entrusted to him in Asia.
While undercover at Mahoutokoro, I overheard Issac pleading with the professor to evacuate the school before you could assert your proper control. He spoke of defying you and unravelling your plans from within!
Fury rose inside me at his treachery. Before Issac could inflict more damage, I confronted him about his deception. For his transgressions against our order, I erased Issac from this world with a Killing Curse on the spot.
Having removed this stain from our ranks, I am now poised to take command of our forces across Asia. Unlike the faint-hearted deserter Issac, I will not waver in spreading your glorious vision to every corner of the continent. Asia will soon be yours, Master!
Your loyal servant,
Viola Jonathan"
TRAVIS:
Just only one foolish rat…
DELPHI looks through the letter, scoffing.
TRAVIS:
And he was killed.
They grin, revealing their teeth slightly.
HOGWARTS
The students chatter loudly over breakfast in the Great Hall, unaware of the growing threat beyond the castle walls. At the head table, the professors speak in hushed, urgent tones.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL stands abruptly, tapping her crystal goblet with her wand to get the students' attention. The loud conversations die down as all eyes turn towards her.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
Attention, students. I'm afraid I have grave news. As some of you may have heard, a dangerous radical wizard named Travis Fernsby has escaped imprisonment and remains at large.
Murmurs ripple through the hall. The professors exchange dark looks.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
Mr. Fernsby has already infiltrated Hogwarts once before. While he is not inside the castle as we speak, he remains a severe threat. Added security measures will be put in place, but you all must be vigilant. Report any suspicious activity directly to a professor. Do not take needless risks.
The students shift uneasily, fear spreading through the hall.
ALBUS whispers to SCORPIUS.
ALBUS:
This is bad. If Travis got in once, who's to say he won't attack the school next?
SCORPIUS:
I know. What if Travis tries to use us as leverage again?
JAMES whispers to LILY.
JAMES:
The nightmares are becoming real!
LILY:
I know…is everything our fault?
JAMES:
Never. We don't have the responsibility for this.
LILY:
Okay…
JAMES:
But I heard professors are talking about Delphi who escaped from Azkaban…
LILY:
No way…Polly has been frightened for a while…
JAMES:
Right, she is still in the Hospital Wing due to a high fever…
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL surveys the hall sternly.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
While the situation appears dire, rest assured Hogwarts has withstood greater threats before. By banding together, we will weather this storm. But remain vigilant - dark forces conspire against us. Trust in your professors to keep you safe. Stay alert and be careful. We must stand united.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL raises her hands for attention. The students fall silent.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
While I understand your concerns, it's important we not give in to fear. Professor Longbottom has offered to say a few words about enduring dark times. As someone who faced grave threats even within these walls as a student, he has invaluable wisdom to share. Professor?
NEVILLE stands, looking touched as all eyes turn to him. He glances at the Gryffindor table, remembering his own days there as an insecure boy. How far he's come.
NEVILLE:
Thank you, Professor McGonagall. Students, I understand your worry. I felt it myself once, when darkness loomed over Hogwarts. But we must not lose heart. What we went through prepared us to face this threat today. Have courage. Stay united. Look out for each other - all houses together. Do not let fear tear you apart. That is how evil wins.
The students look on sombrely as NEVILLE speaks encouragingly of his own experiences facing dark wizards and overcoming fear.
NEVILLE:
When hope seems lost, remember you are never alone at Hogwarts. The bonds of friendship that blossom here can weather any storm. We professors will protect you to our last breaths. But you all must do your part - be there for your classmates. Offer a hand to those who need it. Share your light where there is darkness. If we stand together, no enemy can defeat us. Take heart and be brave.
NEVILLE's words seem to lift some of the dread from the hall. Students sit a little taller, exchanging tentative but hopeful smiles. The professors nod approvingly at NEVILLE.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
Wise words indeed. Let them lift your spirits and give you courage. We shall get through this trying time together. Have faith in yourselves and each other.
The mood seems a little lighter now, the students inspired by NEVILLE's uplifting speech. They know the path ahead is shadowed, but feel emboldened to face it together, drawing strength from friendship and unity.
The students finish eating breakfast, chatter starting up again but now with a tone of determination rather than despair.
RUBEUS HAGRIDapproaches PROFESSOR McGONAGALL.
HAGRID:
Professor McGonagall, if I may make a suggestion. I'd like ter offer extra Care o' Magical Creatures lessons to help take the students' minds off this whole mess with Travis. I find workin' with the creatures very soothin', takes yer mind right off yer troubles. Maybe it'd help calm everyone's nerves, yeh know?
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
That's a fine idea, Hagrid. Merlin knows we could use some pleasant distractions. Learning more about magical beasts may prove quite therapeutic given current circumstances. Very well, your class schedule is cleared to hold additional lessons.
HAGRID:
Thank yeh, Professor! I'll go prepare some gentle creatures - maybe a baby unicorn or two. Nothin' too frightening. Just wholesome critters ter lift everyone's spirits. The skrewts can wait fer now...
NEVILLE overhears them.
NEVILLE:
Wise thinking, Hagrid. Interacting with innocent creatures may remind the students what we're fighting to protect - the wonders of our world. Keeping their curiosity and sense of joy alive, despite the darkness brewing outside Hogwarts.
HAGRID:
Right yeh are, Professor! I want ter show 'em that no matter how bad it seems, there's always light if yer willin' ter find it. Simple joys, like carin' fer a baby Fwooper. Tha's what we need about now. Leave it ter me!
HAGRID gives a broad wink and lumbering thumbs up before departing, eager to select friendly beasts to cheer up anxious students and take their minds off looming dangers, if only temporarily. Even in dark times, he will spread light.
Later that day, ALBUS and SCORPIUS are walking across the courtyard, headed to Herbology class. Despite NEVILLE's encouraging speech, they still feel uneasy about the Travis situation.
Suddenly a loud voice calls out behind them.
HAGRID:
Albus! Scorpius! Jus' the two I was hopin' ter see. Got a minute ter chat?
The boys turn to see HAGRID ambling towards them, waving a large hand cheerfully.
ALBUS:
Hello Hagrid. We were just headed to Herbology but I suppose we have a few minutes.
HAGRID:
Tha's grand. I wanted ter check in, see how you lads are holdin' up with this whole Travis business. Can't be easy fer yeh, after everythin' his followers put yeh through.
SCORPIUS:
We're managing. Trying not to think about it too much, honestly.
HAGRID:
Worrin' yerselves sick won't help none. But if yeh ever need an ear, or want some time away from it all, me hut's always open. Perhaps yeh'd like ter visit the hippogriffs or help me tend the pumpkins. Soothin' work, keeps yer hands busy.
ALBUS:
That's really thoughtful of you, Hagrid. We may just take you up on that offer at some point. It would be nice to focus on something else for a change.
HAGRID:
Anytime at all! In fact, I'm preparin' some special CoMC lessons ter provide distractions fer any student needin' 'em. Plenty o' cuddly creatures ter take yer minds off less pleasant things. Remember, darkness don' last forever. Keep sight o' the light, and it'll see yeh through. Chin up now!
HAGRID gives them an encouraging pat on the shoulders that nearly knocks them over. They smile up at the kindly half-giant, feeling their spirits lift from his compassion.
SCORPIUS:
Thank you, Hagrid. We'll be sure to visit soon. Right now we better get to class though.
HAGRID:
O'course, o'course! Don' want ter make yeh late. But me hut's always open fer a cuppa and some rock cakes, any time yeh need. Take care now!
They wave goodbye to HAGRID and continue on to Herbology, feeling reassured knowing their friend is looking out for them during this troubled time.
LONDON BACK ALLEY
Days later, TRAVIS stands in a shadowy London alley with his most loyal followers - JENNA, LIROH, and VIOLA. DELPHI is also there, standing with an arrogant appearance.
LIROH:
How can I say this? Master, umm, I failed…
TRAVIS:
That's fine, they'll understand sooner. That's not one of the failures.
LIROH:
Thaaank you, master.
JENNA:
I can say it's been a real success on my part.
TRAVIS:
That's you!
VIOLA:
One treacherous rat was found, but it's already been eliminated.
TRAVIS:
He was suspicious from the beginning.
DELPHI:
Don't forget me? The legacy of the Dark Lord.
VIOLA glares at DELPHI with suspicion.
VIOLA:
You are very assertive. Don't you know?
DELPHI:
Pleasure, but look who's talking.
TRAVIS glares at them with a serious face.
TRAVIS:
The time has come, my friends. Today we make the first bold strike against the Ministry, right in their own backyard. Chaos will reign in London before spreading through their hallowed halls of power.
JENNA:
What blow shall we strike at the heart of the city, master?
TRAVIS:
You shall lead a squadron of our best duellers to attack the London Eye. Bring the entire structure crumbling down.
VIOLA:
It will be done, my lord. We will decimate their pathetic tourist landmark.
LIROH:
Allow me to unleash my mutant warriors upon the city as well! Rampaging beasts to sow mass panic.
TRAVIS:
Excellent thinking. Your hell-spawn will pair nicely with the Death Eaters to terrorize London from both ground and air.
He turns to DELPHI with a reverent look.
TRAVIS:
And you, Delphi, I grant the honour of infiltrating the Ministry itself to brutally assassinate key officials, throwing their government into chaos. Can you complete this task?
DELPHI:
With pleasure, Travis. I know secret ways into the Ministry. By day's end, their highest leaders will lie slaughtered.
TRAVIS:
Perfect. This multifaceted attack will stretch their Aurors and Order members pitifully thin. With London partially destroyed and their government crippled, the revolution will soon spread!
The group continues plotting their destructive attacks on London and the Ministry. Emboldened by their imminent victory, TRAVIS begins boasting.
TRAVIS:
Once Britain falls under my control, the rest of Europe will easily succumb. Grindelwald's forces never achieved such rapid conquest - I shall far surpass his victories and secure our domination across the entire continent in months!
DELPHI bristles at this comparison, her eyes flashing.
DELPHI:
Do not forget though, that my father Lord Voldemort came closer than anyone to seizing absolute control. Even your precious Grindelwald could not match his power.
TRAVIS:
Perhaps, but Voldemort relied more on fear and intimidation. Grindelwald was a charismatic leader who inspired true devotion and loyalty, as I do. That makes him the greater wizard in my eyes.
DELPHI:
You dare suggest the Dark Lord was inferior? He forged an empire that brought the entire wizarding world cowering to its knees! His cunning and magic were unmatched.
TRAVIS:
Yet Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald in the end. Voldemort fell to a mere infant! For all his displays of might, he lacked certain strengths. Do not overestimate your father.
Rage flashes across DELPHI's face. She pulls out her curved wand, pointing it threateningly at TRAVIS.
DELPHI:
Take that back, you impertinent fool! You will not disrespect the Dark Lord's legacy in my presence. My father's powers dwarf your precious Grindelwald's tenfold!
DELPHI's fury intensifies as TRAVIS continues disparaging her father's legacy. Unable to contain her rage, she summons TRAVIS's wand from his hand.
DELPHI:
Accio wand!
TRAVIS's wand zooms into DELPHI's outstretched hand.
TRAVIS:
How dare you! You would dare to disarm me?
DELPHI holds both wands tightly, anger blazing in her eyes. The air crackles with gathering energy.
DELPHI:
I warned you not to speak ill of my father's name and power! He was the greatest sorcerer of all time! I won't stand here and allow you to insult him.
TRAVIS:
Return my wand at once! We are allies, or have you forgotten?
DELPHI:
Some ally you are, insulting my family lineage! I should snap this worthless stick of yours right now!
She grips the wands tightly, as if about to make good on her threat. TRAVIS eyes her warily.
TRAVIS:
Enough of this foolishness. We stand united against common enemies, or have you forgotten? Return my wand and let us resume planning our righteous revolution.
DELPHI hesitates, still fuming but recognizing their shared goals.
DELPHI:
Very well. But never again speak of my father with anything less than reverence. He was unmatched in all magical ways. Do you understand?
She roughly shovesTRAVIS's wand back into his hand. He takes it silently, nodding in acquiescence.
TRAVIS:
You've made your point. Now can we return to the matter at hand? Much work remains if London is to fall.
VIOLA gets closer to DELPHI, and whispers to her.
VIOLA:
If you do that again, I'll take your life…
The tense standoff diffuses as they regain composure and focus on their mission. But Their alliance remains on unsteady ground.
MINISTRY OF MAGIC, LONDON
The Atrium is filled with Ministry employees bustling about. Suddenly a series of loud cracks echo through the hall as TRAVIS and his followers appear, wands drawn. Screams erupt as officials scramble back in shock.
TRAVIS:
Citizens of the Ministry! Your attention please. I am Travis Fernsby, charismatic leader of the wizarding rights revolution. Too long have we magical folk suffered under pathetic non-magical constraints. I'm here to announce some new policies.
A hush falls over the tense crowd. DELPHI and the others have their wands aimed menacingly.
TRAVIS:
Effective immediately, a new Wizarding Supremacy Bureau will be established here. Its purpose - quelling regressive influences and purging non-magical filth from our society.
Angry murmurs ripple through the Atrium. TRAVIS silences them with a bang from his wand.
TRAVIS:
Furthermore, the following measures are now magical law: Firstly, wand usage in Muggle areas will no longer be restricted. Hex away, friends!
Some younger wizards cheer enthusiastically. Others exchange uneasy looks.
TRAVIS:
Secondly, underage wizardry bans are hereby abolished. Children must hone their talents early. And lastly, blood status will formally restrict employment and housing options for Mudbloods. Our magical purity must be safeguarded from dilution!
Cries of protest and outrage greet this proclamation. TRAVIS scowls in disdain.
TRAVIS:
Silence, fools! You all will comply if you value your lives. The tyranny ends today. Wizardkind shall reclaim our rightful place of supremacy! Any who resist will be punished without mercy.
He sweeps his gaze menacingly across the frightened crowd. Some bow their heads in fearful submission. Others glare defiantly.
TRAVIS:
A new age dawns, my brothers. Stand with me and revel in the glory...or stand against me at your own peril. Power rises! The revolution begins now!
His proclamation echoes through the Atrium as TRAVIS and his emboldened followers Disapparate away, leaving shock and panic in their wake. Frightened whispers race through the Ministry, anticipating disastrous upheaval ahead. The rebellion has begun.
Moments later, three sharp cracks ring out as HARRY, HERMIONE, and DRACO runs into the Atrium. Taking in the chaos and distress, they exchange grave looks.
HARRY:
What's happened here? We need to address everyone right away!
HERMIONE rushes over to a shaken group of Ministry workers.
HERMIONE:
Please, tell us what occurred. Was anyone hurt?
MINISTRY WORKER:
It was Travis and his followers...they stormed in spouting threats and hateful decrees. Said wizards would rule over Muggles now. Everyone panicked.
DRACO clenches his fists, fuming. HERMIONE puts a hand on his arm to calm him.
HERMIONE:
We'll sort this madness out, don't worry. Where did Travis go?
MINISTRY WORKER:
They Disapparated after causing chaos. Don't know where.
HARRY's expression hardens with determination. He ascends the steps overlooking the Atrium and amplifies his voice.
HARRY:
May I have your attention! Please, remain calm. I know Travis and his people caused distress and alarm. But we cannot give in to fear. Now more than ever, we must stand united.
The crowd turns towards HARRY, desperate for reassurance. He continues earnestly.
HARRY:
Travis wants us fractured and afraid. But if we open our hearts to each other, show compassion across all magical communities, his words lose their power. This Ministry has no place for hatred in any form.
Murmurs of agreement ripple through the Atrium. Wizards and witches nod, comforted by HARRY's words.
HARRY:
We've stopped dark forces before and we will do so again, together. But it starts with you. Offer a hand to someone needing aid. Listen to each other. We must bridge divides among us, rejecting violence. If you see injustice, speak out. Travis's magic is fear - ours must be love. With courage and unity, his revolution will crumble. Have faith.
HARRY finishes, hope shining in his eyes. The air feels lighter now, the dread fading. HERMIONE and DRACO smile proudly up at HARRY, who gazes back with quiet determination. A new resolve takes hold.
GREAT HALL AT HOGWARTS
The students are gathered for dinner when TRAVIS and his followers suddenly apparate in. Cries of shock ring out through the hall.
TRAVIS steps forward with a charming smile, addressing the students.
TRAVIS:
Children, do not be alarmed. We've come to enlighten you about the new order that is dawning. A world where wizards rule muggles as is our natural right. Join my revolution and revel in the power!
Whispers spread nervously through the hall. Some students seem intrigued, shifting closer. Others glare suspiciously.
Just then, PROFESSOR McGONAGALL stands up sharply.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
How dare you come here preaching intolerance and supremacy. Hogwarts welcomes all students equally. Your hateful words will find no foothold here!
The students cheer PROFESSOR McGONAGALL's bold defense of equality. TRAVIS frowns angrily.
TRAVIS:
You old fool. The future belongs to us pure bloods. These children should embrace their magical might!
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
Enlightenment comes through compassion, not domination. True magic lives in how we lift each other up, not tear each other down. I suggest you leave peacefully before we must take action.
The students loudly support her words. TRAVIS hesitates, taken aback by the unexpected resistance.
ALBUS:
You don't belong here, Travis Fernsby! Your ideas only cause harm.
SCORPIUS:
Real magic comes from friendship and understanding between all people - muggles and wizards alike!
DELPHI looks straight at the boys.
DELPHI:
You are weak without DADS! Do you wanna get harmed again?
ALBUS looks at DELPHI with a serious face.
ALBUS:
Your father is the embodiment of evil, and I've seen my dad signing autographs a lot after victories. But we're not automatically like them. We get to choose who we're gonna be. And...right now I can look into your eyes and I can tell you're not evil. I can see it.
DELPHI:
I chose this way!
NEVILLE stands in front of the boys to protect them from her.
DELPHI:
Neville Longbottom…do you wanna get harmed like your parents?
NEVILLE:
No…I'll revenge you for my parents!
TRAVIS regains his composure and chooses his words more carefully.
TRAVIS:
Calm down, everybody. Okay, let's demonstrate that I'm not a threat.
TRAVIS throws his wand somewhere, and NEVILLE catches it skilfully, snapping it in half.
TRAVIS:
Thank you, Longbottom. Now I'm not a threat. I just want to say that if we keep isolating ourselves from non-magical people, our rights as wizards will never be established. This is concerning because we'll be stuck in this situation for the rest of our lives. Do you really want to live like that forever? We need to start a revolution to fight for our rights and bring about change.
LIROH:
If you agree with us, raise your wands and come closer to us!
TRAVIS:
One aspect of Grindelwald may be evil, but have you guys seen the other side? Dumbledore and Grindelwald were in a romantic relationship…you know that, right?
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL whispers to HAGRID.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
Let's get prepared.
TRAVIS shouts.
TRAVIS:
Together we shall ignite this revolution! Grindelwald's vision shall spread rapidly! His tactics were far superior to Voldemort's brutish ways.
DELPHI's eyes flash at the insult to her father. She steps back and points at TRAVIS with her wand.
DELPHI:
AVADA KEDAVRA!
A blinding light emanates from her wand and TRAVIS blurts out as he slowly loses his breath.
TRAVIS:
I know…I know…
TRAVIS is now dead. DELPHI shouts happily.
DELPHI:
I killed Travis Fernsby! I killed Travis Fernsby!
TRAVIS's followers point her with their wands.
JENNA:
I had a feeling that this moment would arrive, and now that it has, we must act accordingly. There are certain steps we need to take to address this situation.
VIOLA:
I knew it! Delphi, bring it on!
Suddenly, NEVILLE raises his wand, pointing it at DELPHI.
NEVILLE:
STUPEFY!
DELPHI faints and falls to the floor. Seeing it, PROFESSOR McGONAGALL points her wand at JENNA.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
STUPEFY!
JENNA faints and falls to the floor. Seeing it, VIOLA and LIROH prepare to run away. But ALBUS and SCORPIUS raise their wand.
ALBUS & SCORPIUS:
STUPEFY!
VIOLA and LIROH faint and fall on the floor.
ALBUS & SCORPIUS:
We did it! Yay!
As they witnessed the situation, students and professors began casting spells one after another.
STUDENTS & PROFESSORS:
STUPEFY!
All of the followers gradually fain and fall on the floor.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL stands in front of everybody.
PROFESSOR McGONAGALL:
Thank you for your help. However, our actions may have been risky. Please keep that to your minds. But…I really appreciate you all. The ministry will soon arrive.
After a moment, the officials of the ministry arrive there to pick the gangs up.
A SHADOWY PARIS APARTMENT
HARRY, HERMIONE, RON, DRACO and ROLF creep through a shadowy stone corridor, lit wands held aloft.
HARRY:
Keep alert. Our source said Newt is being held somewhere down here.
They reach a heavy iron door.
HERMIONE:
This must be it. Alohomora!
The lock clicks open. Wands at the ready, they file inside. In the back of the cell, a frail figure sits hunched on the floor. As their lights illuminate his face, ROLF gasps.
ROLF:
Grandfather!
NEWT blinks up at them, pale and thin but very much alive. ROLF rushes forward and embraces him.
NEWT:
Rolf, my boy! How did you find me?
ROLF:
We received a mysterious tip. But never mind that now, let's get you home.
HERMIONE is already casting counter-curses to disable any enchantments binding NEWT.
RON:
Blimey!
NEWT smiles wanly.
NEWT:
I'm sure they'll all be terribly relieved. But truthfully, I can't wait for a spot of tea and to sleep in my own bed again. This dingy cell wasn't exactly hospitable.
DRACO steps forward, looking solemn.
DRACO:
Mr. Scamander, I owe you an apology. My cousin might have helped imprison you here. I aim to make amends.
NEWT clasps DRACO's hand warmly.
NEWT:
Not to worry. The past is behind us now. What matters is the future we build together.
HARRY's face breaks into a grin.
HARRY:
Well said. Now let's get you out of this creepy place.
With ROLF's help, frail but spirited NEWT stands. The group hurries him out, overjoyed to have miraculously recovered their living legend after so many years.
HOGWARTS COURTYARD
SCORPIUS paces nervously outside as students celebrate the end of term. Finally he glimpses ROSE exiting the castle doors. Taking a deep breath, he approaches her.
SCORPIUS:
Rose! I was hoping to catch you before you left.
ROSE:
What is it?
SCORPIUS:
Well, I'm having a small party this weekend at my house to celebrate the start of summer. Just a few friends. And I was wondering if you'd like to come?
ROSE looks surprised but smiles warmly.
ROSE:
A party? I'll think about it…
SCORPIUS beams, relieved.
SCORPIUS:
Brilliant! It'll be casual, just butterbeers and music. But I'm really glad!
ROSE:
I just said I'll THINK about the party. Owl me the details?
SCORPIUS:
Absolutely! I'm looking forward to it. Have a great summer, Rose.
ROSE:
I know.
She gives him one last smile before heading off to meet her family. SCORPIUS watches her go, heart lifts.
ALBUS suddenly appears from behind and approaches SCORPIUS.
ALBUS:
You did it.
SCORPIUS:
Yeah! I did it! By the way, wanna come to the party, too?
ALBUS:
Of course.
SCORPIUS:
Don't forget to bring your girlfriend. Oops! You don't have the girlfriend! Haha!
ALBUS:
Are you mocking me? Anyway, I'm happy with my bestie, Scorpius.
SCORPIUS:
Me too! Err…are we gonna hug here?
ALBUS:
Err…I'll pass.
Nevertheless, SCORPIUS hugs ALBUS. And two boys smile at each other.
ALBUS:Stop it!
ALBUS is flushed and embarrassed.
SCORPIUS:
Okay…
Two boys leave there, thinking about the friendship and the families.