Warning - Spoilers for Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. If you have not watched/read the Cursed Child, I advise you not to read this. But if you don't give a crap about spoilers, go ahead. People who know about the Cursed Child's story and plot, you can also go ahead. There are a lot of twists in the eighth story, mind you! :P

And Malfoy Manor descriptions come from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and Scorpius's room description (and the inside description of Malfoy Manor is mine. I don't know what his room looks like, so that's why I tried to infer from the story. First fanfic, be nice pls!

Chapter 1 – Malfoy Manor and the Time Turner

Albus Severus Potter gaped at the magnificent mansion before him. This was the place where he was going to stay for the night. The white marble reached up to the sky. Peacocks strutted around the neatly trimmed yew bushes. He knocked on the pristine doors, still gawping at his surroundings.

His best friend, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, answered the door. He had blond hair, and wore ordinary Muggle clothes. The only Not-So-Muggle thing about him was that he stowed his wand in his jean pocket. So did Albus. He grinned at him. "Hey Albus, it's nice to finally see you! Come in! I'll show you my room…." And Scorpius hand-gestured Albus to follow him.

The two friends passed huge purple walls and picture frames with people waving and smiling inside. One of them portrayed a grinning young Scorpius, waving at the camera, with his parents, Draco and Astoria Malfoy, each putting a hand on one of his shoulders.

After climbing many staircases, they reached Scorpius's room. It had green walls, green bed, green blanket, etc, etc, and the Slytherin serpent lay above his bed, hissing proudly. There was a cupboard full of robes in the corner, and on a small desk lay school books for the fifth year of Hogwarts, certainly from Diagon Alley.

It's a bit like my room, thought Albus, for Albus Potter was somehow Sorted into Slytherin and his walls and blankets were green, showing he was now a proud Slytherin, very much unlike his Gryffindor siblings. There were loads of sweetbags around the room, mostly from sweetshops in Diagon Alley, Albus guessed.

"So… what do you want to do, Al?" smiled Scorpius, reaching for wizard games inside another cupboard. "Want to play wizard chess? Or Gobstones? Or maybe we can snack on sweets – I got Honeydukes chocolate, Shock-O-Choc, Chocolate Frogs, Sugar Quills, Pepper Imps… even Ice Mice…"

Albus put his backpack and duffel bag down, at the foot of Scorpius's bed, and grinned. "How 'bout we explore, my friend? I love this place – let's see how much room's you've got in Malfoy Manor."

"Albus, I know what you're thinking, so forget it."

This was the fifth room to explore, at the highest floor of the manor. A silver plaque was engraved with coal-black letters – Private Room.

Albus was thinking of entering, as soon as he read those two words.

"Oh no, you don't," said Scorpius worriedly, "Dad will KILL us if we enter. It's PRIVATE, for goodness' sake... I've only know what's in one third of these rooms…"

"Add it to your half then," said Albus absentmindedly, not really listening.

"Listen, Al…"

Too late. Albus opened the door, which surprisingly, was unlocked. It was very different from the other prestige rooms – it was dark and dingy and it was full of old, silky cobwebs. There were old Support Lord Voldemort signs, a few old lamps and a gold plaque engraved with letters that said, MAGIC IS MIGHT, which Scorpius briefly explained was a regime of Voldemort during the Second Wizarding War, while Albus shook his head, chuckled softly, muttering, "Geekiness."

"Wait, cough I found cough a way for light cough," coughed Scorpius, as he quickly plugged in an old lamp and it gave out a dim light. Albus was searching through the shelves, looking for something interesting in particular. He came across an old hourglass. It was gold and it shimmered in the very dim light. Somehow, this hourglass was familiar. No, it couldn't be –

"The TIME TURNER!" shouted Albus, holding it up as high as he could go. "It's the Time Turner!" Scorpius hurried up to him and investigated it. "Yeah – it's a Time Turner, and it's not a prototype. It's a real Time-Turner – no time limit, no breaking time, no anything… it's a real one… Oh no, you don't again, Albus. Let's just leave it here and -"

"Where – I mean, when, are we going today?" Albus said excitedly. "How about three hours ago? Nothing big."

"Fine," groaned Scorpius, "but if we're busted, I blame you." Albus turned the Time-Turner back three times. Then Scorpius walked up and turned it, like, loads of times. The Time-Turner began to glow.

"Uh-oh," muttered Scorpius, "I'm such an idiot – I shouldn't have done that." He held tightly onto the golden hourglass.

"Yeah, you shouldn't have," Albus frowned, then grinned again. "But that'll make life even more fun!"

Then the two boys disappeared into the past.