Harry’s rookie partner blustered into his office, an hour late, sweaty, and disheveled.

“Don’t take your coat off, Benson. We have field work to do. We’ve got to investigate a cursed child.”

“Aww Harry, I’m so hungover. Can’t we just take today off? What happens if we just do nothing for the cursed kid?”

Harry stared into the mirror on his Ministry office wall. A golden frame of entwined serpents circled Harry’s image, the creases setting into his 45-year-old face.

“If we do nothing? Then the cursed child becomes a cursed man.”

THE END