[Albus doesn't know how to respond. Ten years? But everything looks... well, normal. Different, but more normal than the hellish place Scorpius told him about when he returned from the land of no Albus. Already this time was off to a better start.]

But I'm here, which means that as far as time is concerned, Tom Riddle being the Minister isn't going to interfere with my parents being born. Or your parents, for that matter. At least we have that. Still, I can't imagine Voldemort being the Minister is necessarily the best situation to land ourselves in. The bloke is nutters.

[A man in the street overheard Albus' conversation. He stopped and gave him a glare that made Albus incredibly uneasy. He lowered his voice and leaned closer to Scorpius.]

Maybe we ought to keep our opinions to ourselves.