"MUM!" Ron bellowed. "MUM!"
Mrs. Weasley burst through the door followed closely by Lupin.
"Oh Harry!" she moaned. She rushed to his side and instantly started muttering enchantments, tears leaking out of her eyes. Lupin, on the other hand, just stood there, with his eyes closed, as if he couldn't stand the sight of Harry, lying there, motionless.
"WELL, DO SOMETHING!" Ron roared. Lupin's eyes snapped open and ripped Harry's shirt, exposing the wound left there by the Horcrux.
"This is the cause of his ailment," Lupin said quietly. "Molly, you would do well to examine if any fragments of this Dark object was left behind in his skin."
Mrs. Weasley nodded curtly and immediately directed her attention to the wound. Lupin then bent down to examine Harry further. As he was examining him, he asked, "What other injuries does he have?"
Hermione's voice trembled as she answered, "A snake bite on his right arm."
Lupin raised his eyebrows at this response and turned to examine the injury. Molly lifted her head up to momentarily examine the bite but said, "That one will wait. This one is the main injury, as you said, Remus. The bite has only aggravated it."
Hermione and Ron stared at Mrs. Weasley as she created a blindingly white light which hovered directly over Harry's wound and then entered into his chest. The two of them could feel a sense of foreboding fill their hearts – they felt as if every second, Harry was drifting farther and farther away…
Suddenly, faint screams broke the tense silence. So faint, in fact, that had it not been silent, it would have been dismissed as the wind. The bright white sphere started to emerge from Harry's chest, and Mrs. Weasley started trembling from the effort of calling it back out. The orb wavered for a few more moments, as if pulling against an irresistible force, when it shot out, unleashing an earsplitting scream. Everyone clapped their hands over their ears, but as soon as the scream had started, it had stopped. Everyone looked up at wonder at the spot where the orb was floating, when a great, rattling gasp broke their reverie.
Harry lay feebly against the bed taking huge gulps of air, white spots dancing before his eyes. As his eyes came back into focus, he saw Mrs. Weasley, Lupin, Bill, Fleur, Hermione, and Ron standing around him. Ron – Ron, why is he here? At the moment he just didn't care, so happy he was to see them all. Ron
looked at him straight in the eye and grinned, "Welcome back to the living."
