AUNT PETUNIA: "You disgusting boy. Only animals wet themselves. Animals and disgusting little boys."

YOUNG HARRY: "I try --"

AUNT PETUNIA: "Harry. Harry. These pots aren't clean. THESE POTS ARE A DISGRACE. HARRY POTTER. Wake up."

YOUNG HARRY wakes to see AUNT PETUNIA bearing down on him.

AUNT PETUNIA: "Time enough. You know, when we agreed to take you in, we hoped we could improve you -- build you -- make you a decent human being. So I suppose it's only ourselves we've got to blame that you've turned out… such a limp disappointment."

YOUNG HARRY: "Aunt Petunia. What time is it?"

AUNT PETUNIA: "Oh no. Oh no. What have you done? You've wet the bed, again."

She pulls back the covers.

AUNT PETUNIA: "Trying is not succeeding though, is it? There are grease smears on the glasses. There are scuff marks on the pots. Now get up and go to the kitchen and get scrubbing."

YOUNG HARRY: "I'm -- sorry, I think I was having a nightmare."

This is very unacceptable.

He gets out of bed. There's a wet smear down the back of his trousers.

Suddenly, ALBUS appears and stands looking at YOUNG HARRY.

And the stage contorts and trees rise as the dream twists into something else entirely.

And then, right from the back of the room, Parseltongue whispers around everyone. "He's coming. He's coming."

She exits with a bang.

And YOUNG HARRY is left holding the sheets.

YOUNG HARRY: "It was about my mum and dad. I think I saw them -- I think I saw them -- die?"

Words said in an unmistakable voice. The voice of VOLDEMORT… "Haaarry Pottttter."

AUNT PETUNIA takes a moment to reset herself.

AUNT PETUNIA: "If you were really reliving their death, all you'd hear would be a screech of brakes and a horrific thud. Your parents died in a car accident. You know that. I don't think your mother had even time to scream. Lord spare you the details more than that. Now strip those sheets, get in the kitchen, and get scrubbing. I don't want to have to tell you again."

AUNT PETUNIA: "And why would I have the slightest bit of interest in that?"

YOUNG HARRY: "There was a man shouting Adkava Ad-something Acabra -- Ad -- and the noise of a snake hissing. I could hear my mum scream."