Chapter 20
In the quaint chambers of St. Oswald’s Home for Old Witches and Wizards, Amos surveyed Scorpius and Albus with an air of irritation while Delphi observed them closely.
" You overhear a conversation — a conversation which was not meant for you to overhear — and you decide — without prompting, in fact, without leave — to interfere, and interfere hard, in someone else’s business."
Albus, undeterred, asserted, "My father lied to you — I know he did. They do have a Time-Turner."
"Of course they do," Amos retorted dismissively. "You can move along now."
Albus persisted, "What? No. We’re here to help."
Amos scoffed, "Help? What use could a pair of undersized teenagers be for me?"
Albus countered, inspired by his father's legacy, "My father proved you don’t have to be grown-up to change the wizarding world."
"So I should allow you to get involved because you’re a Potter?"Amos questioned skeptically."Relying on your famous name, are you?"
"No!" Albus denied vehemently.
"Potter who is in Slytherin House — yes, I’ve read about you — and who brings a Malfoy with him to visit me — a Malfoy who is son of two death eaters? Who’s to say you’re not involved in Dark Magic?"
Scorpius interjected have wanted support his mother, "My mother wasn't death eater."
In the dimly lit room, Amos's voice boomed with authority as he confronted Albus. "Albus, your information was obvious, but confirmation is useful. Your father did lie. Now leave, the pair of you. And stop wasting my time," he commanded, his tone unwavering.
Albus stood tall, his voice resonating with power and strength. "No, you need to listen to me," he asserted. "You said it yourself—how much blood is on my father’s hands. Let me help you change that. Let me help correct one of his mistakes. Trust me."
Amos's voice rose, echoing off the walls. "Did you not hear me, boy? I see no reason to trust you. So go. Now. Before I make you leave," he threatened, his wand ominously raised.
Deflated, Albus glanced at the wand, feeling crushed by Amos's dismissal. "Come on, mate," Scorpius intervened, tugging at Albus's arm. "If there’s one thing we’re good at, it’s knowing where we’re not wanted."
Reluctantly, Albus wanted turn to leave, but Delphi stopped them in their tracks and said Amos "I can think of one reason why you should trust them, Uncle," she interjected, her words holding weight. "They're the only ones volunteering to help. They’re prepared to bravely put themselves at risk to return your son to your side."
Amos pondered her words, his emotions flickering across his face. "This is Cedric we’re talking about," he murmured, torn between grief and hope.
Albus spoke up again, determination clear in his voice. "I know what it is to be the spare. Your son didn’t deserve to be killed, Mr. Diggory. We can help you get him back."
Finally showing emotion, Amos nodded slowly. "My son was the best thing that ever happened to me," he admitted, his voice heavy with sorrow. "If you’re serious..."
"We're deadly serious," Albus affirmed firmly.
Amos regarded them gravely. "This is going to be dangerous."
"We know," Albus replied, his resolve unwavering.
Scorpius chimed in, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "Do we?"
Delphi offered a reassuring smile. "If that would make you happy, Uncle," she said, her gaze flickering between Amos and the boys.
Amos's expression softened slightly. "You do understand even getting the Time-Turner will risk your lives."
"We're ready to put our lives at risk," Albus declared boldly.
Scorpius exchanged a glance with Albus before nodding resolutely. "Are we?"
Amos's gaze bore into theirs. "I hope you have it in you."