JAMES appears at the door, he has pink hair.

There's an awkward pause between them. GINNY appears in the doorway. She sees what's happening, she stays a moment.

ALBUS is sitting on the bed as the world goes on outside his door. Still against the constant motion outside. We hear a roar from JAMES (off).

HARRY: "I think it's a joke about -- I don't know what. Lily got farting gnomes, James got a comb that's made his hair turn a shade of pink. Ron -- well, Ron's Ron, you know?"

GINNY: "Lily Potter, don't think you're wearing those to school tomorrow…"

ALBUS: "Okay. A love potion. Okay."

HARRY: "Just delivering a pre-Hogwarts gift -- gifts -- Ron's sent this…"

She exits as HARRY appears in ALBUS's doorway. He looks through.

JAMES: "How can I ignore it? It's pink! I'm going to have to use my Invisibility Cloak!"

HARRY: "Hi."

LILY appears at ALBUS's door. She's wearing fairy wings that flutter.

LILY: "Who's seen my Potions book?"

LILY: "I love them. They're fluttery."

GINNY: "James, please, ignore your hair, and tidy that damn room…"

GINNY: "That's not why your dad gave you that Cloak!"

He reveals a small blanket. GINNY looks at it, she sees HARRY is trying, and then she softly walks away.

HARRY: "I also -- this is from me…"

HARRY puts down ALBUS's love potion on his bed.

ALBUS: "An old blanket?"

ALBUS: "Wanted to hold it too? Okay. Done. Let's hope it brings me luck. I certainly need some."

He touches the blanket.

HARRY: "I thought a lot about what to give you this year. James -- well, James has been going on about the Invisibility Cloak since time itself, and Lily -- I knew she'd love wings -- but you. You're fourteen years old now, Albus, and I wanted to give you something which -- meant something. This… is the last thing I had from my mum. The only thing. I was given to the Dursleys wrapped in it. I thought it had gone forever and then, when your great-aunt Petunia died, hidden amongst her possessions, surprisingly, Dudley found this and he kindly sent it on to me, and ever since then -- well, anytime I've wanted luck I've found it and just tried to hold it and I wondered if you…"

ALBUS: "And do what with it? Fairy wings make sense, Dad, invisibility cloaks, they also make sense -- but this -- really?"

ALBUS: "But you should keep it."

HARRY: "Albus, I want you to have the blanket."

ALBUS: "For you, it's the greatest place on earth. I know. The poor orphan, bullied by his uncle and aunt Dursley…"

HARRY: "I think -- believe -- Petunia wanted me to have it, that's why she kept it, and now I want you to have it from me. I didn't really know my mother -- but I think she'd have wanted you to have it too. And maybe -- I could come find you -- and it -- on Hallows' Eve. I'd like to be with it on the night they died -- and that could be good for the two of us…"

ALBUS: "Listen, I've got quite a lot of packing to do, and you undoubtedly have Ministry work coming out of your ears, so…"

HARRY: "Do you want a hand? Packing. I always loved packing. It meant I was leaving Privet Drive and going back to Hogwarts. Which was… well, I know you don't love it but…"

HARRY is slightly heartbroken. He looks at his son, desperate to reach out.

ALBUS: "But right now I'm overflowing with it -- it must be the kind gift of this moldy blanket that did it…"

ALBUS: "No! I just wish you weren't my dad."

HARRY: "I'm not going to rise to your bait, Albus Potter."

HARRY: "Moldy blanket?"

ALBUS: "And you think that was unlucky? I don't."

ALBUS: "The poor orphan who went on to save us all. So may I say -- on behalf of wizarding kind -- how grateful we are for your heroism. Should we bow now or will a curtsy do?"

HARRY (finally losing his temper): "You know what? I'm done with being made responsible for your unhappiness. At least you've got a dad. Because I didn't, okay?"

ALBUS: "… traumatized by his cousin, Dudley, saved by Hogwarts. I know it all, Dad. Blah, blah, blah."

HARRY (seeing red): "Well, there are times I wish you weren't my son."

ALBUS: "What did you think would happen? We'd hug. I'd tell you I always loved you. What? What?"

HARRY: "Albus, please -- can we just --"

HARRY: "Albus, please -- you know, I've never wanted gratitude."

HARRY: "You wish me dead?"

ALBUS: "Yes. You did."

There's a silence. ALBUS nods. Pause. HARRY realizes what he's said.

ALBUS runs out of the room. HARRY goes after him.

ALBUS: "No luck or love for me, then."

ALBUS: "You meant it, Dad. And, honestly, I don't blame you."

ALBUS picks up the blanket and throws it. It collides with RON's love potion, which spills all over the blanket and the bed, producing a small puff of smoke.

You should probably leave me alone now.

There's a horrible pause.

HARRY: "Albus. Albus… Please…"

HARRY: "No, I didn't mean that…"

HARRY: "Albus, please…"

HARRY: "Albus, you just know how to get under my skin…"