All these scenes are based during the course of action, occuring in Harry Potter and the Cursed Child by J.K. Rowling, J. Thorne and J. Tiffany as well as on anything else J.K. Rowling has revealed about her Wizarding World that she has so wonderfully created and solely owns of course. I hope you'll enjoy them.

This scene takes place on friday after Albusʼs first week at school, i.e. during Act One, Scene Four of Cursed Child.

Albusʼs first week passed under constant stares and whispers. But as much as he was talked about, as little anybody spoke with him. All he got, were curious glances and Scorpius, who regularly trod on Albusʼs foot in fright whenever a passing student sneered at him. Their solitude was only interrupted on Friday morning by Rose, who placed herself in front of them at their lonely place down the Slytherin table. Scorpiusʼs face lightened up and he whispered something unintelligible, but Rose ignored him and eyed Albus.

ʻYou are aware that Hagrid has invited us for the afternoon?ʼ

ʻIʼm not going,ʼ hissed Albus, hating Rose for her arrogant manner, of which he had become more and more aware during the week.

ʻThis would be really rude. Itʼs not Hagridʼs fault that you like nobody.ʼ

ʻI donʼt like nobody, nobody likes me.ʼ

ʻThatʼs all your own fault. Anyway, I expect you at three oʼclock in the Entrance Hall.ʼ

Rose turned and stalked away, while Scorpius gaped after her, and Albus bit aggressively in his toast.

They didnʼt talk about this conversation till after lunch.

ʻIʼm going to the library, write to my parents and-ʼ started Scorpius to say.

ʻAgain?ʼ interrupted Albus. ʻYou have already written them a whole novel every day.ʼ

ʻWell,ʼ said Scorpius, slightly sullen, ʻit wouldnʼt harm you if youʼd write too. You havenʼt even answered your first letter. But do you want to go to the library too until you go down to Professor Hagridʼs?ʼ

ʻIʼm not going.ʼ

ʻWouldnʼt he be disappointed?ʼ

ʻHe doesnʼt want to see me anyway now that Iʼm in Slytherin.ʼ

ʻHas he told you so?ʼ

ʻNo.ʼ

ʻYou know, you shouldnʼt be so concentrating on the house. Mumʼs been in Slytherin and her best friend was Hufflepuff. So why should Hagrid dislike you?ʼ

ʻRose does.ʼ

Scorpius glanced over to the Gryffindor table, where Rose chatted with Polly. ʻI think she just dislikes me, thatʼs got nothing to do with you,ʼ he said dejectedly.

ʻDisliking my friends has got something to do with me.ʼ

Scorpius went slightly pink.

ʻIʼll go to Hagridʼs if you go too,ʼ said Albus.

ʻIʼm not invited.ʼ

ʻHagrid surely wonʼt mind.ʼ

ʻRose would.ʼ

ʻNever mind her.ʼ

Scorpius went pinker and rummaged in his school bag. ʻI can go down with you, but I donʼt think Professor Hagrid would like to see me. My father used to be really mean to him.ʼ

ʻYouʼve already said that about Longbottom.ʼ

ʻ I fear Dad used to be mean to a lot of people.ʼ

Albus preferred not to prolong this conversation and in silence they set off to the library for homework and letter writing. Shortly before three oʼclock Albus went reluctantly down to the Entrance Hall, Scorpius following him with increasing nervousness. Rose waited, arms crossed, before the front doors.

ʻHi,ʼ said Scorpius tentatively.

Rose ignored him and turned to Albus. ʻShould we two go down then?ʼ

ʻIʼve invited Scorpius.ʼ

ʻI havenʼt.ʼ

ʻHagridʼs got enough room for us all.ʼ

ʻNever mind, Albus,ʼ whispered Scorpius. ʻIʼll go back to the library.ʼ

ʻNo, you donʼt.ʼ

Albus gripped Scorpiusʼs wrist and dragged him out of the hall. Rose hesitated a second, then followed with a haughty look.

ʻHave you notice that I havenʼt taken anyone with me?ʼ

ʻIf youʼd wanted to bring any of your so called friends I certainly would not accompany you.ʼ

ʻHow can you be so mean to my friends, you donʼt know them!ʼ

ʻIʼve seen enough of them to know that they are rude and cruel. I would have thought better of your understanding than being friends with them. You and your list!ʼ

ʻYou are jealous because you just have that one.ʼ

She nodded derisively towards Scorpius, whose arm Albus still clutched. Full of fury, Albus was on the point of turning around and going back to the castle, when Hagrid walked out from behind his hut and waved at them enthusiastically. Rose overtook them and ran to Hagrid.

ʻHello Rose,ʼ said Hagrid as she reached up to shake his hand. ʻHello Albus, er...ʼ

His black eyes rested wonderingly on Scorpius for some seconds, during which Albus had to really struggle to hinder Scorpius from running away. He cleared his throat. ʻHagrid, this is Scorpius. I asked him to come. You donʼt mind do you?ʼ

Hagrid seemed to hesitate a moment, but then opened the door, beaming again. ʻʼCourse not. Come in, yeh three, come in.ʼ

They entered the small hut and Rose seated herself majestically on one of the chairs. Scorpius was staring instead at a creature that resided on a cot in a corner of the hut. The first part of its body was a giant eagleʼs, but it ended in a horseʼs hind legs and tail. It was staring back at him suspiciously with large, orange eyes, a piece of raw meat before it.

ʻIs this a Hippogriff?ʼ Scorpius whispered to Albus.

ʻYep, thaʼs Buckbeak,ʼ answered Hagrid, making Scorpius jump at having been overheard. ʻBetter donʼ get near, heʼs now quite olʼ and sometimes moody. So I brought ʼim in here, away from the rest oʼ the herd.ʼ

ʻThatʼs the one who ripped your father in pieces,ʼ Rose sneered, looking for the first time at Scorpius.

Scorpius flinched and looked fearfully up at Hagridʼs enormous, wild face, stumbling a step back. But Hagrid looked even more uncomfortable as he put a biscuit box on the table.

ʻIt wasnʼ that bad, was it,ʼ he muttered, looking lovingly over to the Hippogriff.

ʻOh Hagrid, I didnʼt mean to criticize you. His father is to blame, naturally.ʼ

ʻShut up, Rose.ʼ

Albus felt anger well up in him like so often this week. Rose chose to do not answer him, but started to detail her week to Hagrid. Albus dragged Scorpius to the chairs and they both sat down. Scorpius took one of the biscuits and tried to bite in it, but quickly abandoned the project again. Albus, like Rose more experienced with Hagridʼs bakery, sat still and contemplated the grain of the wooden table trying not to listen to Roseʼs effusions about her innumerable successes.

Hagrid got up to place giant mugs of tea before them. Rose ceased talking for a moment to drink, Scorpius tried softening his biscuit by dipping it into the tea and Albus made an effort to smile at Hagrid.

ʻAnʼ how was yer week, Albus?ʼ asked Hagrid before Rose could continue her recital.

ʻDunno. All right.ʼ

ʻAh yes, itʼs always difficult in the beginninʼ. Gettinʼ along in the classes, all the people and everythinʼ new, I remember. Itʼs somethinʼ to swallow.ʼ

ʻLuckily I have Scorpius.ʼ

Scorpius started and looked with wide eyes from his still intact biscuit first to Albus then to Hagrid. Rose continued sipping her tea with a sinister mien. Hagrid turned to Scorpius and frowned slightly.

ʻYehʼre Draco Malfoyʼs son?ʼ

Scorpius nodded shyly, half sinking under the table. Rose gave a half-amused cough and Albus threw her an angry look. Hagrid scratched his head, apparently quite at a loss.

ʻTaught him some years. As yer twoʼs parents.ʼ He nodded to Albus and Rose. ʻYer mother, Iʼm not sure.ʼ

ʻNo sir, she didnʼt take the subject,ʼ Scorpius whispered almost inaudibly.

ʻAh, um, yes.ʼ Hagrid hesitated a moment, staring at Scorpius. ʻWell, Care oʼ Magical Creatures is onʼy up from thirʼ year. Yehʼll take the subject, wonʼ you?ʼ

Beaming, he looked at the three of them, who all nodded with different degrees of vehemence, from Roseʼs determination, to Albusʼs reluctance and Scorpiusʼs nearly invisible, frightened jerk with the head.

Rose got up and smiled at Hagrid. ʻIʼve promised some friends to help them with their homework. So I better get going. You may stay.ʼ She sullenly looked at Albus, shook Hagridʼs hand and was almost immediately gone.

ʻYehʼve not bin quarrelling, have yeh?ʼ Hagrid eyed Albus with a worried expression.

ʻNo. Roseʼs just so arr-... kind of self-assured.ʼ

ʻLike yer brother. Why didnʼ he come with yeh?ʼ

Albus made a face. ʻMum and Dad thought it better if we go separate,ʼ he mumbled, concentrating on staring in his tea as Hagrid chuckled.

The Hippogriff made a screeching noise as it drew its talons over the floor. Scorpius jumped and looked over. Then he seemed to screw up his courage. ʻWhat do Hippogriffs eat, sir?ʼ he said with a small voice, staring timidly up at Hagrid who looked at him for a second in confusion. But then he started to regale them with a long explanation on Hippogriff breeding, his face changing from puzzlement to enthusiasm. Only shortly before dinner and what seemed like enough information to pass their O.W.L.s in Care of Magical Creatures, all three went up to the castle, Scorpius still clutching his biscuit and Albus with a rumbling stomach, having had nothing but tea since lunch.