This is fanfiction for Cursed Child. Sidenote: I personally see Cursed Child as Alternate Canon Continuation, since multiple factors in Cursed Child don't match up with established canon, most notably the time travel. So, this fanfic is somewhat - no, definitely AU from the original series. Warning in advance.

Also, it takes place a few weeks after the play.

"You can't keep the truth from me!" Albus bellowed. "I know that you're hiding something!"

Harry's jaw clenched, but he tried to speak calmly. "Albus," he said, "trust me on this when I say that you do NOT want to know. It would be better for everyone involved, including you, if, for once, you just. Drop. It." Harry sounded almost lethal in that last sentence.

But, of course, Albus wasn't budging. "I want to know the truth! You CAN'T keep this from me, it-it's not FAIR!" Then Albus snapped. "Fine! If you won't tell me, the-then I'll just have to find out MYSELF!" And he made to leave out furiously.

Harry looked almost horrified for a brief flash of a second. "Wait!" Albus turned back. Harry's face, looked deeply conflicted. He didn't say anything for a while, and for a moment Albus thought that he wasn't going to explain anything after all. But then he finally spoke.

"Fine. Even though I very much don't want to do this, because I know it will hurt you, and you would be far better off if you just. Dropped. This. -..Fine, I'll tell you. But only because if you must find out, then better that you find out from me, properly and the whole story, than from who-knows-what unreliable other source, who could end up leaving you dangerously misinformed."

Albus gulped. (Perhaps, it was not a good idea to tell him after all that it was Delphi who had mockingly told Albus that Harry was hiding something in the first place.)

"But if I am forced to tell you, then at the very least, let me get your mother first." Harry rose to leave. "If anyone deserves to be a part of this, it's her," he added grimly. And then he left.

Albus didn't know why his dad had said that last sentence so ominously, or why it was frightening him so much. Shouldn't he be glad that he was getting what he wanted? That he was going to find out the truth about what Dad was hiding? The truth that Delphi had mockingly said was Dark and sinister, and somehow related to Albus? So why did he feel so terrible now?

Why did he feel as though maybe it would have been better off if he had never visited Delphi in Azkaban to begin with?

Warning: I won't be able to add another chapter, for at about two weeks - I have an essay for school. But I promise, I WILL update this story. I have a plan for this story.