Author's note: A quick update. I apologize for the short chapter. I suddenly had an idea of how I wanted this to turn out. It ended at a point which felt natural to me.
What Harry didn't realize was the adults returned outside to talk in private without Himself, Ron, Hermione, or Ginny overhearing. The topic? Harry and his depressive behaviors.
"I don't know what is wrong with him, or how to help." Mrs. Weasley's voice was full of concern. Her husband seconded the statement.
"How bad has it gotten?" McGonagall inquired.
"He barely eats. He has lost a lot of weight. He has isolated himself, rarely talking to anyone. He constantly wears long sleeves, even in this warm weather," Mrs. Weasley 0informed the group.
"From what you just said, his sudden behavior change at dinner is concerning," Kingsley remarked.
Right after that, Mrs. Weasley stood and told the other three that she was going to check on Harry. In the future, she would never be able to explain the sudden, intense need to check on Harry. She would always chalk it up to a mother's instinct, considering she looked at Harry as a son.
She knocked on Harry's door once she reached his room, George's old one before the twins moved into the flat above their shop. When Harry didn't respond, she opened the door to check on him. The sight that greeted her stopped her in her tracks, and she opened her mouth to scream.
Hearing the scream, everyone else ran, with wands drawn, to the source of the scream. Everyone stopped in their tracks. Mrs. Weasley was kneeling by the bed, trying to shake Harry awake, crying his name over and over. Blood was everywhere on the bed, and the empty bottle of potion was laying on the floor, empty.
After about a minute, Kingsley rushed into the room, flowed by McGonagall after she ordered the kids to stay back. Surprisingly, the did, most likely to stunned to move. He ran to the bed, performing a charm to see how badly Harry was injured. The results were not great. Harry was suffering from extreme blood loss. The bleeding had stopped, and while it was not an immediately lethal amount, Harry would still need several doses of blood-replenishing potions as soon as possible. Harry was also suffering from an extremely slow heart rate, low breathing rate, and low brain function. Kingsley told everyone Harry needed to go to St. Mungo's immediately, or else he has likely to die within the next hour. He created a portkey, ordered the others to remain behind, and took Harry to the hospital.
McGonagall looked around, seeing the note on the desk. She went over, picked it up, and read it. After reading the note, she collapsed into the chair, holding it out trembling. At this point, the others entered the room. Ginny grabbed the not, read it, and burst out crying, repeating "Oh my God," over and over again. Mrs. Weasley took the note, Mr. Weasley, Ron, and Hermione reading over her shoulder.
After the note was read, there was a variety of reactions. Mrs. Weasley and Hermione started crying. Ron and Mr. Weasley stood in shock. No one moved for several minutes, with Mrs. Weasley constantly repeating "It can't be true." After a few minutes, McGonagall stood, and ushered everyone downstairs. "We need to inform Kingsley what exactly happened. Even though what occurred is obvious by looking at the room, we still need to confirm it. I'm heading to St. Mungo's with the note."
"I'm going with you," stated Mrs. Weasley, leaving no room for argument. The others chimed in their agreements.
"We don't want too many people at the hospital," McGonagall reminded them.
"I will remain behind with the kids. You two go," Mr. Weasley informed his wife and the professor. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny started to complain, but immediately went silent at the look Mrs. Weasley shot them.
"We'll send information and updates soon," McGonagall informed the others as she and Mrs. Weasley grabbed the floo powder. The others watched the two women head to St. Mungo's.
