Official in-costume cast photos for 'Harry Potter and the Cursed Child'
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Have you seen Nevil as an adult?
Yowza and I'm straight.
Ginny fucked up.
The jokes of a self-hating, mid-life crisis Harry ring all the more true here.
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Why do both Harry and Ginny look like 10 years older than they are supposed to be? They should be mid to upper 30s not 50.
ElMexiMerican
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Harry set his glasses on the granite tabletop before shuttering the tapered curtains. He let out a soft sigh as a light moan erupted from behind. Slowly turning around, a scantily clad woman of Asian descent crawled around on his luxurious office chair made of phoenix feather. Pulling away one of her thin arms, she revealed a wand: eleven inches, crafted with holly. The mystical beauty let out a sly smile, to which Harry merely greeted with chagrin.
"What's wrong my prince?" She asked softly.
Harry looked at her for several moments, contemplating whether or not to actually let her into his mind. However, the longer he stared, the more he realized that her concern only existed on a surface level; her dazed eyes seemingly stared on even when Harry moved away from her line of sight.
Without much effort, he snatched the beautifully constructed creation from the woman's grasp and flicked it twice: once to unveil a bag filled with pure white hiding under the granite, and the next to slip away from his business skin.
Taking his position behind the woman, Harry showered her with the gift of pixie dust. Before letting himself indulge, he simply stared at the painting before him. It was soulless, hopeless - just like the painter who created the work.
Without any further ado, he dove his head downwards. He let himself go like every other night for the past seven years. He just wanted to forget the present in order to have a chance at finding some of the magic he had once been enraptured with so many years ago.
But he didn't.
He never did.
WhateverItTakes
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Harry cupped his hands over his mouth, exhaled, and took a deep sniff. He didn't know why he bothered. His bottomless hip flask ('confiscated' by a particularly filthy herb dealer who would never remember it was even in his possession) was in constant use during the worst days of his work, and this one in particular had been a complete horror. Triple homocide, father and two children, the mother contorting their corpses into the symbol of a dark hex. That was the problem with wizards and witches. A crazy muggle may attack people, they could even kill, but even your dullest wandbearer were capable of things completely unspeakable. Hence the blood on his shoes. Hence the drink.
Ginny'll clean that, he thought dully, shoving a fistful of Bertie's beans into his mouth. He'd found out early on their cataclysm of flavours masked the smell of whisky incredibly well. Not that his wife didn't know, of course, but he had to keep up appearances. For the kids.
He didn't announce his return to his home. He found his wife reading the paper in the kitchen, the dishes being quietly cleaned by floating rags, a charm cast by his mother in law as a wedding present. Cheap bitch, he thought, throwing his coat onto the hanger. "My shoes need cleaning," he told Ginny by way of a greeting.
"I don't know why you're telling me," she replied, without looking up, "You know the spell for it."
Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut in frustration. "I've told you, I spend all fucking day casting spells, and all I want when I get to the home I paid for-"
"Hah!" She spat. "Here we go again, you think your money gives you control of this family-"
"Well it certainly doesn't give me anything worthwhile." he replied coldly. "When was the last time you performed your marital duties?"
She rolled her eyes back at him, tired of having this same conversation. "Maybe when you stop sleeping with Granger."
"Maybe I will when you tell your dipshit brother."
Argument settled for the hundredth time, they turned to see their son, Albus, standing in the doorway. "So I'll just pretend I never heard that, again," he muttered, looking between the pair. "I'm going out for the evening."
"No you aren't," Ginny started, "I've heard what you and those boys are getting up to, and-"
"I'm sure Lily would love to hear about about Aunt Hermione and Dad's fun business trips," he drawled, then pointed to his father, "and the Ministry would sure like to know about the truth about their star Auror." Met with silence, the boy didn't even smile at his victory. "I'll be back late."
He left, not acknowledging Harry's feeble wave. Ginny harrumphed in frustration, storming upstairs to write yet another howler to send anguished cries to her mother.
Harry sat, pulling the flask out of his jacket. Where did it all go so wrong? He found himself in a loveless home, sleeping with his best friend's wife, unable to go on without the comforting fuzz of intoxication at the edge of his vision. He thought back to his school days, as he always would when searching for better times. How odd it was, that he was happiest when there were men that wanted him dead. Now, there was only one person left who could say they wanted that. But the boy who lived couldn't go against his moniker.
In doing this I learned the Harry Potter wiki has a whole list of alcohols that have features in the series
Modest Mauser
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I liked how they had to hide his puberty beautification during the last few films hahah
First thing that came to mind when I saw Harry. Sean Penn is Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter.
WhateverItTakes
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Thanks, I live for the praise.
Warner brothers pls hire me for your 2025 grimdark reboot
Blargonaut
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Every morning, I shove Ginny awake.
Every morning, it's the same. She's the same. Half-awake, she'll ask where Harry is. Laze an arm across, feel that familiar, cold empty of the unfettered sheets beside her. Where Harry was. Always, was. Like a twitch of the newly departed, the ritual always begins with a slow dance.
Then from reality, the birth of expression, it crawls onto her face. Half-awake. It too, is a twitch. A reflex of loss, a suspect pang that is by no means sorrow nor regret, but something far more petty. It's Harry. It's the Harry expression.
I could Obliviate the Harry off her. Like I did, many times before. I learned from the best there was. Always, was. At the very least, I had to, then. For her.
For Ginny.
But it's never enough. It's never far back enough. The Harry always comes back. The Harry is deep within her, she lives for the Harry. I can't take that away from her.
Because then I'd be taking away me.
Why she's still here, I don't know. She should be awake by now, because it's time for me. He made us this way, made it so that this time is always the time for me. Always my time, never our time. So why can't she just get up and we'll leave together. Without him, for good. With me, just me.
I shove her again. I shove the Harry off her. Now she's awake, now she screams me out of the room, like she does every morning. As if I'm the personification of the Harry that I just nudged out of her. It's unfair. She yells she has to get decent, she says. But decent is us leaving the Harry behind.
Leave him behind. If only.
If only, we'd leave behind the man who had the audacity to name me Albus. Always, was.
Every morning, it's the same. She's the same. Half-awake, she'll ask where Harry is. Laze an arm across, feel that familiar, cold empty of the unfettered sheets beside her. Where Harry was. Always, was. Like a twitch of the newly departed, the ritual always begins with a slow dance.
Then from reality, the birth of expression, it crawls onto her face. Half-awake. It too, is a twitch. A reflex of loss, a suspect pang that is by no means sorrow nor regret, but something far more petty. It's Harry. It's the Harry expression.
I could Obliviate the Harry off her. Like I did, many times before. I learned from the best there was. Always, was. At the very least, I had to, then. For her.
For Ginny.
But it's never enough. It's never far back enough. The Harry always comes back. The Harry is deep within her, she lives for the Harry. I can't take that away from her.
Because then I'd be taking away me.
Why she's still here, I don't know. She should be awake by now, because it's time for me. He made us this way, made it so that this time is always the time for me. Always my time, never our time. So why can't she just get up and we'll leave together. Without him, for good. With me, just me.
I shove her again. I shove the Harry off her. Now she's awake, now she screams me out of the room, like she does every morning. As if I'm the personification of the Harry that I just nudged out of her. It's unfair. She yells she has to get decent, she says. But decent is us leaving the Harry behind.
Leave him behind. If only.
If only, we'd leave behind the man who had the audacity to name me Albus. Always, was.
Blargonaut
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I preordered too but I agree, I know she doesn't owe me a new book or anything like that but I'd prefer a book to a play. The only thing I remember her arguing for it was something like "Once you see the play you'll know why it's a play!!"
SchrodingerC
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Have you seen Nevil as an adult?
Yowza and I'm straight.
Holy. Fuck.
Neville still the true MVP even after the movies ended.
brickarts295
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No no no, it's going to be like Rust and Maggie in True Detective. Hermione needs to break her marriage up with Ron for good:
"What the fuck are you doing, huh? Get the fuck autta here."
KeyBladerXIII
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Have you seen Nevil as an adult?
Yowza and I'm straight.
I used to relate to Neville as the dorky guy in the books and at the start of the movies. But then he got handsome and I got...not.
He married Hannah Abbott. That no name background character better be grateful.
NotTheGuyYouKill
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They look way happier than Potter's family.
Poor Ron probably doesn't even know that Harry's the father of Rose.
Hot Coldman
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Harry looks like he has SEEN. SOME SHIT.
which, you know, he has. smart casting
which, you know, he has. smart casting
I think its more the fact that Hermione is now black in the stage version. Though who know's maybe there was an accident and blackus nightus was cast and turned her dark skinned.
Dont worry, he's a firebush
Delicious Waffles
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Harry looks tired. Ron reminds me of Ron but less gingery.
The Elite
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Not enough Red on Ron's head.
This is an issue. CANCEL THE ENTIRE PLAY.
Thank you fucking much. I just spat out for laughing at this lol
SliceSabre
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That look she has on her face reminds me of those wives in movies/tv shows who know their family is falling apart and there's nothing she can do about it.
That is a generally unhappy looking family. Ron's family looks great.
EDIT: ...wait what? It just dawn on me Hermonie is black and upon further research her skin color was never mentioned in the books! I never knew that!
That is a generally unhappy looking family. Ron's family looks great.
EDIT: ...wait what? It just dawn on me Hermonie is black and upon further research her skin color was never mentioned in the books! I never knew that!
I haven't really kept up on this completely but since The Cursed Child is a canon follow up to the books, does this mean Hermione is canonically black? Kind of odd that Rowling would have permitted them to cast Watson since she had input on the movies, unless she just decided to change her mind later on.
I mean it's a play. Isn't it possible that they may have more than one actress playing Hermione in the future? Then again I'm not very well versed in plays. But I never got the impression no one plays the same role in that play forever.
It's more likely that the events are canon, not the actors appearance. Or else Ron is seemingly not a red head anymore.
peanutbutterlatte
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Harry would totally have intense PTSD.
ROWLING DUN GOOFED. GETTIN SLOPPY GURL.
Dragon1893
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This should be about Harry and Hermione realizing their mistake and using the time turner to go back and hook up.
CapitalismSucks DonkeyBalls
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Consider the storyline and exposition as canon. The actors are interchangeable.
Hermione was undoubtedly white in the novels, so this is likely not a huge consideration in regards to the play. The woman who best portrays adult Hermione just happens to be black. That's really it.
SolidChamp
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My same issue applies.
Fucking NOBODY looks 37. They all look 10 years older than they should be.
peanutbutterlatte
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Race doesn't seem to really matter in the wizarding world.
You'd look pretty fucking rough too after having to deal with Wizard Hitler while growing up.
Inferno313
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Y'all are color blind or something.
This is definitely (faded and aged) red hair.
This is definitely (faded and aged) red hair.
Crossing Eden
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This is the funniest gaf thread in awhile holy shit.
Inferno313
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Yep. In the stage world, there's less focus placed on how closely someone's physical appearance represents their character. Hell, the most popular stage show in the world right now is about the founding fathers and they're played by a predominantly black and latino cast. One of the most popular versions of Les Miserable's Javert character was played by a black man, Norm Lewis, despite the character being a police inspector in the French Revolution.
You should see it when the Jewish players put on A Raisin in the Sun. Though the Harlem theaters production of Fiddler on the Roof is something else.
peanutbutterlatte
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Yeah I want Harry Potter and the Mid-Life Crisis written by GAF way more than Cursed Child.
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