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AUNT PETUNIA: "Go on then, lay down your grotty little flowers and then let's go. I already hate this poxy little village, I don't know why I even had the thought -- Godric's Hollow, Godless Hollow, more like, the place is clearly a hive of filth -- go on, chop-chop."

AUNT PETUNIA: "Yes. You and I. Yes."

YOUNG HARRY stands looking at a gravestone covered in bunches of flowers. He has a small bunch of flowers in his hand.

He approaches the grave. He stands a moment more.

AUNT PETUNIA: "Now, Harry… I don't have time for this. Duddy has his Cubs tonight and you know he hates to be late."

YOUNG HARRY: "Aunt Petunia. We're their last living relatives, right?"

AUNT PETUNIA: "Lily tried -- bless her -- she tried -- it wasn't her fault, but she repelled people -- by her very nature. It was her intensity, it was her manner, it was her -- way. And your father -- obnoxious man -- extraordinarily obnoxious. No friends. Neither of them."

YOUNG HARRY: "And -- they weren't popular? You said they didn't have any friends?"

AUNT PETUNIA looks around, she sees all the flowers as if for the first time and it moves her hugely. She approaches and then sits by her sister's grave, trying hard to fight the emotions as they come to her but succumbing all the same.

YOUNG HARRY: "But they're all marked with their names… 'Lily and James, what you did, we will never forget," "Lily and James, your sacrifice…'"

YOUNG HARRY: "So my question is -- why are there so many flowers? Why are there flowers all over their grave?"

AUNT PETUNIA: "Oh. Yes. Well, I suppose there are a -- few. Must have blown over from the other graves. Or someone's playing a trick. Yes, I think that's most likely, some young rapscallion with too much time on his hands has gone around collecting flowers from all the other graves and deposited them here --"

AUNT PETUNIA (to YOUNG HARRY): "Get away. Get away from there."

VOLDEMORT: "I smell guilt, there is a stench of guilt upon the air."

She pulls him back. VOLDEMORT's hand rises into the air above the Potters' gravestone, the rest of him rises after. We don't see his face but his body provides a jagged, horrific shape.

AUNT PETUNIA: "I knew it. This place is dangerous. The sooner we leave Godric's Hollow the better."

YOUNG HARRY exits, disturbed, as ALBUS bursts from within VOLDEMORT's cloak. He reaches out a desperate hand towards his dad.

And then a scream.

YOUNG HARRY is pulled from the stage, but turns to face VOLDEMORT.

ALBUS: "Dad… Dad…"

There are some words spoken in Parseltongue. "He's coming. He's coming. He's coming."

VOLDEMORT: "Do you still see with my eyes, Harry Potter?"

And then, right from the back of the room, whispering around everyone.

Words said with an unmistakable voice. The voice of VOLDEMORT… "Haaarry Pottttter."