[Scorpius rolls his eyes, tugging back at the hand dragging him. No, butterbeer. Not station. There's nothing at Godric's Hollow that'll help.] Albus, we don't have two months, we have a year and two months from when you're thinking, and besides, whatever's gone wrong, it's far before all that. Listen to me, we do need to fix it, but what you're saying isn't even the problem! We have to go back further, but we don't know when or how.

[They don't exactly have a Time Turner with them this time, much less the special one they'd used.]