Harry Potter and the Cursed Child – Parts One and Two. Дж. К. Роулинг

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      As you say, in prose you can express the truth of how someone feels through internal monologue and give visual detail through rich description, whereas we have our actors and creative collaborators who work with us to bring these elements to life on stage. Even then, we often rely on the audiences’ collective imagination to make a particular moment of storytelling come to full-blooded fruition. It’s one of the reasons that I am so passionate about theatre; film has computer-generated imagery but we have the imagination of the audience. Both are extremely powerful.

      I think there’s something wonderful about the idea of readers acting out the script in their heads. Or with their mates in their bedrooms. Maybe there’s a connection between this and our live audiences’ imagination. We will work hard so that everyone who wants to see our production of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child is able to, whether at the Palace Theatre in London or in new productions elsewhere. In the meantime, I’m genuinely excited about the countless productions that are happening in our readers’ imaginations as they absorb your play.

      PART ONE

      ACT ONE

      ACT ONE

      SCENE ONE

KING’S CROSS

      A busy and crowded station, full of people trying to go somewhere. Amongst the hustle and bustle, two large cages rattle on top of two laden trolleys. They’re being pushed by two boys, JAMES POTTER and ALBUS POTTER. Their mother, GINNY, follows after. A thirty-seven-year-old man, HARRY, has his daughter LILY on his shoulders.

      ALBUS

      Dad. He keeps saying it.

      HARRY

      James, give it a rest.

      JAMES

      I only said he might be in Slytherin. And he might, so… (off his dad’s glare) fine.

      ALBUS (looking up at his mum)

      You’ll write to me, won’t you?

      GINNY

      Every day if you want us to.

      ALBUS

      No. Not every day. James says most people only get letters from home about once a month. I don’t want to…

      HARRY

      We wrote to your brother three times a week last year.

      ALBUS

      What? James!

      ALBUS looks accusingly at JAMES, who grins back.

      GINNY

      Yes. You may not want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts. He likes a laugh, your brother.

      JAMES

      Can we go now please?

      ALBUS looks at his dad, and then his mum.

      GINNY

      All you have to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms nine and ten.

      LILY

      I’m so excited.

      HARRY

      Don’t stop and don’t be scared you’ll crash into it, that’s very important. Best to do it at a run if you’re nervous.

      ALBUS

      I’m ready.

      HARRY and LILY put their hands on ALBUS’s trolley — GINNY joins JAMES’s trolley – and together, the family run hard into the barrier.

      ACT ONE

      SCENE TWO

PLATFORM NINE AND THREE-QUARTERS

      Which is covered in thick white steam pouring from the HOGWARTS EXPRESS.

      And which is also busy – but instead of people in sharp suits going about their day, it’s now wizards and witches in robes mostly trying to work out how to say goodbye to their beloved progeny.

      ALBUS

      This is it.

      LILY

      Wow!

      ALBUS

      Platform nine and three-quarters.

      LILY

      Where are they? Are they here? Maybe they didn’t come?

      HARRY points out RON, HERMIONE and their daughter ROSE. LILY runs hard up to them.

      Uncle Ron. Uncle Ron!!!

      RON turns towards them as LILY goes barrelling up to him. He picks her up into his arms.

      RON

      If it isn’t my favourite Potter.

      LILY

      Have you got my trick?

      RON

      Are you aware of the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes certified nose-stealing breath?

      ROSE

      Mum! Dad’s doing that lame thing again.

      HERMIONE

      You say lame, he says glorious, I say… somewhere in between.

      RON

      Hang on. Let me just munch this… air. And now it’s just a simple matter of… excuse me if I smell slightly of garlic…

      He breathes on her face. LILY giggles.

      LILY

      You smell of porridge.

      RON

      Bing. Bang. Boing. Young lady, СКАЧАТЬ