TRANSITION SCENE, SOMEWHERE

HARRY enters an unadorned stage. There is no backdrop. No props or sets. Just a scrim of muted light that shifts subtly from one color to the next. Someone else enters from stage right — a young boy with sloppy dark hair, dressed in a Hogwarts robe. The green insignia tells us the boy is from Slytherin House. HARRY tries to get a good look at him as he walks past and exits stage left.

It was not his son. It was not ALBUS.

Other people, everyday witches and wizards, enter sporadically from stage right and walk across in the same manner before exiting on the opposite side — each one slightly faster than the next — each taking HARRY's attention. Our wounded hero looks progressively more lost, more desperate, more distraught. HARRY is searching for his son, but he can't find him. And time continues to pass. Too much time.

Eventually, the people shuttling across the stage increase in number until there are so many of them, moving so quickly, with HARRY at the center of the storm, that he is constantly bumped, slammed, pummeled, knocked to his knees, and generally disregarded while searching their faces. There are so many of them now — and they are sprinting across the stage! ALBUS could very well be among them, but there is too much chaos surrounding HARRY for him to comprehend a single detail.

Then, at once, everyone stops.

Most turn and exit from either side. All but a dozen witches and wizards remain — SPECTATORS. From this group steps the AUGUREY — in dark robes, wearing a scarred Death Eater mask. The AUGUREY regards HARRY for a moment and exits. The rest of the group have huddled around something. Or is it someone?

Two legs are extending from the bottom of the huddle. There is indeed someone lying on the ground. Whoever it is, they are not moving. HARRY stares, terrorized by who this could be — by all he can imagine.

The huddle of SPECTATORS disperses. One of them genuflects as they pass HARRY. Another waves him over. The body is now visible. It is not ALBUS, but a woman in strange robes. We have seen her before, if only for a moment. HARRY recognizes her and gets close.

SPECTATOR 01: Who is she, Mister Potter?

HARRY (bewildered, his voice low): A Seer.

SPECTATOR 02: Does anyone know how she died?

SPECTATOR 03: One spell. Done in by an Unforgivable Curse, she was.

HARRY: Did you happen to get a look at them? The slightest facial feature could help identify the killer.

SPECTATOR 03: It ain' no use, sir.

HARRY: Why is that?

SPECTATOR 03: There was a mask over 'is face. One o' them old Death Eater masks.

SPECTATOR 02: You know who that is, don't you, Mister Potter. It's the Augurey.

SPECTATOR 01 (quietly, to the group): Why would the Tempest want to kill a harmless Seer when a bigger target like Harry Potter is standing so close by?

SPECTATOR 03 (to the group): Especially since Potter's unarmed...

The group of SPECTATORS look down at HARRY's hand. He is wandless.

SPECTATOR 02 (to the group): It's simple. They wanted her dead — and him alive.

A reporter for the Daily Prophet enters with a photographer at their side, readying a camera. HARRY slips away. He has never looked more confused than in that moment in time.