The next day proved to be somewhat disheartening. Though Severus seemed to have taken my concerns about the death eaters mounting a full return seriously when we discussed the possibility in depth with Albus he waved it off dismissively. We had been talking and sometimes arguing for a good part of the day when I finally had enough.

"Fine believe what you want Albus," I seethed extremely irritated, "I've had enough trying to convince you."
"Myra I'm not saying I don't believe you I'm just saying that we must explore all possibilities," he responded in his traditionally calm demeanor.
I huffed and turned to Severus as he cleared his throat, "From the whisperings I've heard I put a lot of stock in Myra's theory. It might not be a bad idea to begin preparing for his return," he eventually said.
"Forget it, I'm done. I'm going to see Edgar," I stated definitively then turned to Severus, "Thank you for the potion. If I hear anything I'll let you know, seeing as you're the only one to believe me."

Severus nodded as I made my way to Albus' fireplace. Grabbing a dash of powder I turned back to the pair, glaring towards the older wizard.

"Have a safe journey and send Edgar my regards," Albus said with his irritating smile still in place.

After dusting the soot off the end of my robes I made my way to the intensive care ward. Seeing Edgar resting I quietly took a seat next to him. He still looked in bad shape but it was definitely an improvement from yesterday. Feeling the potion vial in my pocket I pulled it out and gently set it on the bedside table. Just as I pulled my hand away Edgar began to stir.

"Myra, is that you?" he asked weakly.
"Yes Edgar, how did you know?" I asked sweetly.
"I always know when it's you," he smiled.
"Here, drink this. It should help," I said as I picked up the potion vial once more.

Edgar took the vial and examined it before downing the potion quickly.

"From that potion master I assume?" he asked.
"Yes. Albus had me discuss your attack and the others with him. So far he's the only one who believes me. Albus doesn't and says we must explore all possibilities." I said finishing slightly irritated.
"Oh don't worry about it. From what you tell me Albus is a very smart man. I'm sure he isn't taking your worries lightly."
"Oh Edgar, you always know what to say don't you."
"I guess my dear," he chuckled.

I stayed for awhile and made light conversation with Edgar. It was starting to get late though and I wanted to get home and hopefully have one night to relax.

"Go ahead Myra, I know you're tired," Edgar said.
"How do you do that? It's like you're reading my mind," I giggled.
"Magic," he smiled with a twinkle in his eye.
"Oh Edgar, you are a silly one."
"That may be but it makes you smile."
"That it does, that it does. Anyway, I guess I'll be off now. I hope to come visit you again before they release you."
"Alright my dear, have a safe trip."
"I will. Take care," I smiled before leaning in to hug him.

We parted and I got up to leave. I walked out to the intensive care waiting room and over to the fireplace.

When I arrived at home I thankfully found everything as I left it. Making my rounds of the house I recast all my protection spells and charms and in some places added a few extra. With the growing danger I can never be too careful.

I visited Edgar over the next month at least once a day, partly to make sure he was healing well and to keep an eye on him incase anything happened. The more I thought about it the more I was convinced that his attack was not random but instead a gruesome message for me. Knowing that Audrina was still locked away the only plausible conclusion I found was that my parents were behind it. When the death eaters were rounded up the first time my parents had managed to escape and went into hiding. Ever since Voldemort's disappearance no one has heard from or of them and sometimes I wonder if they are even still alive. They had to be though. Edgar's attack was too much of a coincidence.

With a heavy heart I once again returned to St. Mungo's. Today Edgar was being released and I was helping him home. My walk through the intensive care ward was bittersweet and I could not help but let a few tears escape. Getting closer to where Edgar was sitting I quickly wiped them away and attempted a happy front.

"Myra, have you come to see me home?" he asked playfully.
"Of course silly, don't you remember our conversation yesterday?" I smiled back.
"So good to see you. I'm glad to finally be out of here."
"I bet. It's been a long month hasn't it."
"Most definitely. Especially since I've been stuck in bed for almost all of it."
"Well, at least you're all better now. I'm sorry the scars won't fade," I said quietly, reaching out to touch his face.
"It's ok my dear. The cost of protecting you."
"Oh Edgar, you're lucky they didn't kill you trying to get information out of you," I choked out pulling him into a hug.
"Hush hush, I'm fine aren't I?" he soothed, stroking my hair.
"Yes but that's not the point."

A heavy silence fell upon us. I held onto him for a few more moments then slowly leaned back to get a good look at him. The attack had aged him, making him look almost ten years older than he was. Scars riddled his face, neck and arms and I could only imagine what the rest of him was like. It would take a lot of work to get back into the physical shape he was in if the attack didn't leave him somewhat disabled.

"Come, let's get you home," I smiled gently.
"Sounds good."

I helped him stand then wrapped an arm around him for better support. Making sure we had all his belongings we walked out of the intensive care ward and over to one of the fireplaces in main lobby.

"Sure you're up to Floo?" I asked hesitantly.
"Of course, unless you want to apparate us."
"I don't think that's a good idea. I've never had any problems, even with side along but still, I don't want to risk it."
"Alright, well let's get going then."

Grabbing a dash of powder I followed him in then grabbed his hand. Within seconds we were in his living room. I helped him get settled in a comfortable arm chair then went into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. Knowing what I needed to do I slowly walked back into the living room.

"Myra, what's wrong? There's been something on your mind since I first saw you today," He said concerned.
"Edgar, I've been thinking and I've come to the conclusion that your attack wasn't random. I also believe I know who attacked you. Now, you said that there were two men and a woman. I believe two of them," but I paused not wanting to say it.
"Were your parents?" he finished for me.
"Yes," I said shamefully, "Like I told you before, I don't think it was a coincidence that you were subjected to Sectumsempra and the Cruciatus Curse. Since they were trying to get information about me from you I think they used them to send me a message."
"Myra, what are you really trying to say?"
"I, uh, I think you need to go into hiding and I shouldn't, I can't know where you are," I whispered letting a tear escape. "It's not safe for you to be involved with me. I need to know you're safe and I don't want to see you attacked again."
"I understand," he replied solemnly.
"Oh Edgar, I'm going to miss you," I said then began to cry.
"Myra, I, I know why you're doing this. I understand I really do. I'm going to miss you too," he said, voice tight to keep from cracking.
"I wish it didn't have to be this way but it must. Please, continue living, don't wait for me."
"I'll always care about you and no matter what happens my door is always open, even if you don't know where it is."

Edgar pulled me into a hug and held me as I cried. I could not stand to see him hurt again and I knew that as long as he was associated with me he was a target. Saying goodbye to him was the one of hardest things I have had to do. I was glad he understood my reasoning. Sometimes I think that because he is older he has the ingenuity and wisdom allowing him to somehow see that everything will work out just fine in the end.