Summary: A story about one of the greatest Sacrifices. A sacrifice even greater than what Lily Evans gave to Harry Potter.
The Mother of All Sacrifice
Chapter 1: His Fear
The battle was long and fierce and when it was over Voldemort was finally dead!
"It's over," Harry sighed as he stared at the dark lord's body.
"Good going mate," Ron nodded.
"HARRY!" Hermione's frantic cry came from several yards away. The boys and other members of the Order not terribly hurt ran toward the girl and all stopped short when they saw what she was crying about.
Lying burnt, broken, bloody, dirty, and unconscious were Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore.
"Merlin," Tonks whispered.
Albus groaned softly and his burnt right hand reached for Minerva's.
"They're alive!" Fred exclaimed.
"Hurry we've got to get them to St. Mungo's," Charlie stated.
There was a mad flurry of activity to save to of the most beloved people of the age.
He was very annoyed at being woken up this time of the night. Several of the order members had him as their personal physician. Why would now cause a four alarm? What possible purpose could they have for waking him at two in the morning unless….
The man stopped in the middle of the hospital hallway and his eyebrows furrowed in apprehension. No…it couldn't be them. No Hooch, Sprout, and Flitwick would make sure they got to Hogwarts right? But even so his foot steps increased as he hurried to room 346.
"All right what's the …."
The healer stopped in his sentence as he saw the handful of Order members bandage and tired looking all staring forlornly at the two occupants on the beds.
"All right every one of you nurses and healers out! And I mean OUT!" the man snapped.
Knowing not to anger the head of their department they all nodded and left shutting the door.
"Why didn't any of you take them to Hogwarts?" the man asked.
"You can't honestly look at them and say that was all they need!!!" Hermione shouted as her friends held her back.
"Don't presume to tell me what they need!!! I know these two better than any of your room and you've probably signed their death certificate bringing them here first!" the man shouted. His mother's temper was boiling inside him.
"What do you mean? What's wrong with them?" Arthur asked.
The man sighed and ran a hand through his blonde streaked black hair.
"Minerva and Albus are sustained and kept alive by the castle. Kept away; hurt; for too long and they revert into a coma that will slowly and painfully drain their life out of them," he explained.
"I-Is there a-any hope?" Molly stuttered crying. Her husband wrapped his arms around her.
"Only one…we have to get their mothers," the man stated.