ST. OSWALD’S HOME FOR OLD WITCHES AND WIZARDS, AMOS’S ROOM

HARRY walks in, wand outstretched, with DRACO.

HARRY: Where are they?

AMOS: Harry Potter, and what can I do for you, sir? And Draco Malfoy. I am blessed.

HARRY: I know how you’ve used my son.

AMOS: I’ve used your son? No. You, sir — you used my beautiful son.

DRACO: Tell us — now — where are Albus and Scorpius? Or face the profoundest consequences.

AMOS: But why would I know where they are?

DRACO: Don’t play the senility card with us, old man. We know you’ve been sending him owls.

AMOS: I’ve done nothing of the kind.

HARRY: Amos, you’re not too old for Azkaban. They were last seen on the Hogwarts tower with your niece when they disappeared.

AMOS: I have no idea what you are . . . (He stops, a beat, confused.) My niece?

HARRY: There are no depths to which you won’t sink, are there — yes, your niece, are you denying she was there under your express instructions?

AMOS: Yes, I am — I don’t have a niece.

This stops HARRY.

DRACO: Yes, you do, a nurse, works here. Your niece . . . Delphini Diggory.

AMOS: I know I don’t have a niece because I never had any brothers and sisters. And nor did my wife.

DRACO: We need to find out who she is — now.