CAMPAIGN ROOM

SCORPIUS is pinned to the table by a magnificent-looking HERMIONE. Her clothes faded, her eyes blazing, she is full warrior now and it rather suits her.

HERMIONE: You make one more move and your brain will be a frog and your arms will be rubber.

SNAPE: Safe. He’s safe. (Beat.) You know you never could listen. You were a terrible bore of a student and you’re a terrible bore of — whatever you are.

HERMIONE: I was an excellent student.

SNAPE: You were moderate to average. He’s on our side!

SCORPIUS: I am, Hermione.

HERMIONE looks at SCORPIUS, still very distrustful.

HERMIONE: Most people know me as Granger. And I don’t believe a word you say, Malfoy —

SCORPIUS: It’s all my fault. My fault. And Albus’s.

HERMIONE: Albus? Albus Dumbledore? What’s Albus Dumbledore got to do with this?

SNAPE: He doesn’t mean Dumbledore. You may need to sit down.

RON runs in. His hair spiked. His clothes scruffy. He is slightly less good at the rebel look than HERMIONE is.

RON: Snape, a royal visit, and — (he sees SCORPIUS and is immediately alarmed) what’s he doing here?

He fumbles out his wand.

I’m armed and — entirely dangerous and seriously advise you —

He realizes his wand is the wrong way around and turns it right.

To be very careful —

SNAPE: He’s safe, Ron.

RON looks at HERMIONE, who nods.

RON: Thank Dumbledore for that.