A large family was gathered in a room at St. Mungo's. The white walls glistened perfectly, the crisp air smelled faintly of sanitizer and the air conditioning was on the perfect temperature. But that's where the perfectness ended. The chairs were set up in a straight line. 20 year old Teddy Lupin was at the end. Beside him, holding his hand was the now Hogwarts graduate, Victoire Weasley. Her shimmering silver hair and blue eyes looked more drab than usual today, and her beautiful eighteen year old face was red and puffy from crying. Beside her was Dominique, who was a wreck. She looked even worst from the day she learned about Louis. Fleur and Bill Weasley, were beside their daughters. They were the only two to have seen Louis since the arrival at St. Mungo's, and from the sound of it, he wasn't looking so good. Beside Fleur and Bill were Harry, Ginny, James, Albus, and Lily; who was sobbing uncontrollably. Her bob of reddish hair was soaked in tears, and her green eyes overflowed. Beside Lily was Hugo, who was patting her back awkwardly, his face almost as red as his hair. Next to Hugo was Rose, Hermione, and Ron. George and Angelina were beside Rose's family. Fred was scratching his red hair, and whispering things into his olive skinned twin sister's ear. Roxanne twirled a strand of her dark brown hair between her ear, and passed time by counting her twin's orange freckles on his pale face. On the other side of the twins was Molly. Her brown hair covered her face, and no one knew what she was going through. Both her and Louis spent their days together, as they were the only Slytherins in the family. Ten year old Lucy was missing. She was at home with Audrey (her mom) because the little redhead's mother was too ill to come- or to be left at home alone. The last people here were the Scamanders. Luna, Newt, and their identical twins, Lysander and Lorcan. All these people were here to make sure Louis was okay.

After sitting around for over an hour. A blonde haired boy with shy blue eyes was brought into the room in a wheelchair. Louis.

"How did he get hurt in the first place?" Albus asked worriedly.

Molly sighed and whispered, "He got chucked off his broom."

"By who?" Rose asked.

"Lysander-"

"Scamander?" Rose asked shocked.

"Yes," Molly sighed.

"Then why did he come?"

"So that no one would suspect him."

"Why would he do that?" Albus asked.

"How did he do it? He's only a first year, and he isn't even in the same house as Louis," Rose added.

"I don't know why," Molly sighed," I know it was him though, I saw him with my own eyes, he was casting some sort of spell, and it worked well, Louis went flying."

"He can't have learned any spells to do that yet, not unless someone at home taught him, or he's been reading books..." Rose said.

"I thought he was supposed to be an airhead. That's why everyone calls him Loony Little Lysander," Albus said.

"Maybe he's a psyco maniac," Molly wondered, "and the whole loony thing is just an act so people will never suspect him."

"Doubt it," Rose said, "Molly, are you sure it was him?"

"Positive."

"Then why don't you rat him out," Albus asked.

"Come one Al, do you actually think anyone would believe me?"

"We did though, Molly," Rose said.

"Yeah, but you're still second years, you'll believe anything," Molly said disgruntled.

"I guess she's got a point," Albus said.

"What are you guys talking about," asked a weak voice.

"Louis! Are you okay?" Rose cried.

"Yes, I'm doing much better, even though well... I..."

"You're paralyzed," Albus finished.

"Yes, for now, and maybe for quite some time, but not forever," Louis said defiantly.

"What about Quidditch?" Molly asked.

"I may never be able to ride a broomstick again..."

"WHAT?" Molly gasped.

"I'm sorry Molly, it's not my fault."

"It's Lysander Scamander's," Rose said, "I'm gonna tell on him."

"You're kidding, of course Rosie," Hermione Granger told her daughter.

"I'm not, Lysander really is the one who knocked Louis off his broom."

"I understand you want someone to take the blame for what happened to your cousin, but I don't really think it was him."

"It was though-"

"That's enough Rose, now I need to get back home to help your Aunt Ginny with baby Minnie, be good alright?" Hermione said throwing a handful of flu powder into the Gryffindor common room fireplace. She stepped in with one last smile to her daughter, and spun away into nothing.

"I knew she wouldn't believe you." August said. Rose and Albus had already filled him in.

"Whatever," Rose said and stormed off into her dormitory.

"What's her deal," August asked Albus.

"Maybe she's just angry that Aunt Hermione didn't believe her about Lysander," Albus said with a shrug. August nodded cooly, he had finally gotten used to the fact that his best friend was related to Hermione Granger.