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Amos Diggory AMOS
Voldemort wanted you! Not my son! You told me yourself, the words he said were ‘kill the spare’. The spare. My son, my beautiful son, was a spare.
Rating : 3,12/5 (691 votes) - Comments
DELPHI
We don’t choose who we’re related to. Amos isn’t just my patient, he’s my uncle, it’s part of the reason I took the job at Upper Flagley. But that’s made it difficult. It’s tough to live with people stuck in the past, isn’t it?
Rating : 3,09/5 (609 votes) - Comments
AMOS
Meet the once-great Harry Potter, now a stone-cold Ministry man. I will leave you in peace, sir. If peace is the right word for it. Delphi, my chair...
Rating : 3,03/5 (629 votes) - Comments
ALBUS
What? No. We’re here to help.
AMOS
Help? What use could a pair of undersized teenagers be for me?
ALBUS
My father proved you don’t have to be grown up to change the wizarding world.
Rating : 3,14/5 (659 votes) - Comments
HARRY
I know how you’ve used my son.
AMOS
I’ve used your son? No. You sir – you used my beautiful son.
Rating : 3,01/5 (572 votes) - Comments
CEDRIC
And now I can go on? Finish the maze?
The boys look at CEDRIC – heartbroken.
ALBUS
I’m afraid you have to finish the maze.
CEDRIC
Then I shall.
CEDRIC walks confidently away. ALBUS looks after him – desperate to say something, unsure what to say.
ALBUS
Cedric—
CEDRIC turns towards him. Your dad loves you very much.
CEDRIC
What?
ALBUS
Just thought you should know that.
CEDRIC
Okay. Um. Thank you.
Rating : 3,10/5 (591 votes) - Comments
ALBUS
Dad? Why are we here?
HARRY
This is where I often come.
ALBUS
But this is a graveyard...
HARRY
And here is Cedric’s grave...
ALBUS
Dad?
HARRY
The boy who was killed – Craig Bowker – how well did you know him?
ALBUS
Not well enough.
HARRY
I didn’t know Cedric well enough either. He could have played Quidditch for England. Or been a brilliant Auror. He could have been anything. And Amos is right – he was stolen. So I come here. Just to say sorry. When I can.
ALBUS
That’s a – good thing to do.
Rating : 2,94/5 (640 votes) - Comments