MALFOY MANOR, BEDCHAMBER, BELOW THE DRAWING ROOM — YEAR 7

There is an oval-shaped room with dark stone walls and a vaulted ceiling. Torch brackets are aglow, casting a yellow radiance that fights to eliminate the foreboding blue shadows that cover everything in view. In the bedchamber, there is a rug on the floor, a chest of drawers, and a simple metal crib. We cannot see the child inside. On the wall beside the crib, a substantial antique mirror. There is an archway separating this room from the antechamber where a curving set of stone steps can be seen.

We hear the sound of old hinges croaking. A band of brighter light illuminates the top of the curving staircase. It spreads wider. There is a silhouette. An aged woman with stringy brown hair — EUPHEMIA ROWLE — descends into the antechamber. Her eyes are glazed over, her back rigid, arms unmoving. She seems to be in a trance. ROWLE comes to a stop.

EUPHEMIA ROWLE (in a still monotone): I am here.

Behind her, a second silhouette is seen at the top of the stairs. We know it's HARRY. We don't see his face but his body provides a jagged, horrific shape. He speaks in a frightful, almost unrecognizable voice.

HARRY: Enter the bedchamber — retrieve the child — bring her to me.

EUPHEMIA ROWLE: As you command.

She walks forward but cannot pass the archway. An invisible barrier seems to bounce her back.

I cannot enter.

HARRY: Try again.

EUPHEMIA ROWLE does not hesitate. She steps forward a second time and the barrier singes her skin. There is an audible sizzle, though she does not react.

EUPHEMIA ROWLE: I cannot.

YOUNG DRACO/HARRY emerges behind her, holding a wand. But the potion is losing its strength. His appearance is a mix of them both. YOUNG DRACO/HARRY brushes a hand through his blonde hair. It starts tinging black. He blinks and scrunches his nose. He puts his glasses back on. HARRY is himself again.

HARRY: That didn't last long.

HARRY inspects the bedchamber and the archway separating them, casting a long look at the silent crib beyond. Then he takes EUPHEMIA ROWLE's arm and considers what happened to her, his wand remaining steady.

Why aren't you allowed into this room?

EUPHEMIA ROWLE: It is not for me.

HARRY: Then what are you doing here?

EUPHEMIA ROWLE: To guard the heir. The one who unites the bloodlines of Lestrange and Gaunt.

HARRY looks repulsed at these words.

HARRY: Can the child be taken from the room?

EUPHEMIA ROWLE: Yes. All may exit.

HARRY: How do I get past the archway? Tell me.

EUPHEMIA ROWLE: You are forbidden.

HARRY (growling): Why?

HARRY twists her arm. ROWLE flinches in the pain. HARRY notices what he's done and lets her go.

EUPHEMIA ROWLE: None may enter but the Dark Lord, the mother of the heir, and the master of this house.

HARRY grumbles. He pushes his wand closer to her.

HARRY: Go. Return upstairs. I command you not to react when you hear footsteps or voices.

EUPHEMIA ROWLE exits, climbing the stone steps at a sluggish pace. HARRY holds his gaze on the archway leading to the chamber. He rubs his jaw questioningly. He didn't exactly plan for this. He aims his wand at the room.

HARRY: Accio drawer.

The middle drawer of the dresser is pulled toward HARRY. It passes the archway and he takes it from the air. He moves it back and forth through the opening. There is no interference. HARRY attempts to put his arm through and meets resistance. There is an audible sizzle and he shakes the pain from his hand. HARRY sets down the drawer and aims his wand again.

HARRY: Accio crib.

There is no movement from the crib. He sniffs then sighs.

HARRY: That's what I thought. (beat, he looks down) None may enter but the Dark Lord... the mother of the heir... and the master of this house...

A long pause.

Only those three. That's the enchantment.

A shorter pause.

There's no getting past it, not unless...

He thinks. We can see by the look on HARRY's face that he is deep in deliberation. He shakes his head.

HARRY: I couldn't. Not completely.

HARRY hesitates. He looks up, eyes back on the crib.

HARRY (determined): I have to try.

He removes his robe and takes many deep breaths. Whatever he is attempting, it takes more concentration and resolve than we've ever seen. HARRY clasps his wand. There's a light that builds — that overwhelms... He is transfiguring himself! HARRY rattles in place. He gnashes his teeth. The transfiguration is slow and monstrous. The light takes over. He is no longer visible. And when the light dims, the form of VOLDEMORT emerges from HARRY. And it's horrendous.

He looks at his hand, astonished. It has turned into VOLDEMORT's hand. Then HARRY/VOLDEMORT braves a step forward — there is no resistance.

He takes another step.

He enters the bedchamber.

HARRY/VOLDEMORT takes a moment to marvel at his accomplishment. HARRY has fully transfigured himself into another person — a feat rarely, if ever before, accomplished. Then his expression hardens. And it is all too easy to forget that HARRY is somewhere inside this man, this evil being that slowly approaches the crib.

A hollow but angelic voice is heard singing long and intricate tones. Her song builds over a weighty hum of many deep voices. The music we are hearing is both eloquently beautiful and profoundly unsettling. He turns towards the crib, walking with more intensity now.

HARRY/VOLDEMORT comes to a stop on the rug. He looks down and stands over the crib, which seems to radiate light, allowing us to see the child inside. BABY DELPHINI is sleeping innocently. HARRY has made it. This is the moment he has been working toward. Which is why we are expecting HARRY/VOLDEMORT to take BABY DELPHINI — to raise her out of the crib and to leave the chamber.

When that doesn't happen, we expect him to say something.

When that doesn't happen, we begin to worry. What's he going to do?!

From out of his pockets, HARRY/VOLDEMORT removes both Time-Turners. He puts one of them back.

HARRY/VOLDEMORT (his voice silky, haunting): I promised to take you somewhere safe. (beat) They all knew I was lying. I can't do that. Not after what you did to my family — to me — to the entire wizarding world.

HARRY looks down at the child inside the crib and rests the second Time-Turner, Dumbledore's Time-Turner, onto her chest. He stares.

HARRY/VOLDEMORT: I hate you. You're going to grow up to destroy every part of me — and I cannot let that happen.

He aims his wand at the device.

HARRY/VOLDEMORT: After I spin this, no one will find you. You'll be lost forever — sent spiraling through time — untethered. And I...

Then he hears a sound — the sound of a baby cooing. HARRY/VOLDEMORT's chest rises and falls. He looks furious as he suddenly reaches down and snatches the Time-Turner. He stuffs it into his pocket with a snarl. Then he pauses, tilts his head inquisitively and leans in. From the crib, HARRY/VOLDEMORT removes a large red egg. He looks at it closely.

HARRY/VOLDEMORT: A fossilized Chimaera egg. This is what prevented my son from killing you. And to break the charm, you must...

He allows it to roll from his fingers in a manner very reminiscent of VOLDEMORT. The egg drops to the ground. It shatters. HARRY stares at the red shards around his feet. His head ever so slowly tilts back to the crib and to BABY DELPHINI.

HARRY/VOLDEMORT: You're free now. Free to die.

He takes a very deep breath as his wand moves. He is now more VOLDEMORT than HARRY.

HARRY/VOLDEMORT: You were right Albus. (beat) I won't be taking her anywhere.

HARRY/VOLDEMORT stares down at his wand. The music builds.

HARRY/VOLDEMORT: With Delphi gone, I can have everything back. Everything I ever wanted...

He aims his wand at BABY DELPHINI. Slowly, very slowly. He is going to kill her!

Then a muffled crack of lightning is heard, splitting through the silence, followed by a rumble of thunder so loud that it seems to shake the stage.

HARRY/VOLDEMORT falters. He lowers his wand and glances into the antique mirror beside the bed. We see what HARRY sees — himself as LORD VOLDEMORT, preparing to murder a child. HARRY/VOLDEMORT steps back — amazed. He pulls the wand back. His arm falls. He looks at the child, shocked.

There's a silence.

HARRY/VOLDEMORT shuts his eyes. He shrinks down. There is a flare of bright light and then HARRY reemerges. He has become himself again. HARRY checks his face in the mirror.

HARRY: No. I am not Voldemort. I will never be Voldemort.

HARRY lifts VOLDEMORT's wand and snaps it. A spray of sparks cascade to the ground. He drops the wand and lifts BABY DELPHINI delicately from the crib. HARRY pauses to see himself in the mirror, holding her to his chest.

HARRY leaves the chamber. He takes up his robe from the floor and pulls the hood over his head. HARRY exits.

Fade to black