Just you.

POV: Rose

My eyes and head felt heavy. I tried to move my limbs but they felt like lead. I tried to open my eyes but my vision was minute and blurred. I could see someone standing over me. They were blonde and pale, the features familiar but wrong, I tried to speak his name, but the energy took too much, and I succumbed to the darkness again.

I could feel movement on my face. I cringed internally at first, thinking of Dolohov, but the movement was soft and soothing. Someone was stroking my face gently. They were singing. I listened, trying to concentrate. It was my lullaby. It was my mother.

"M… m… m-mum…?"

"Rose…?" she said. I never realised how wonderful her voice was, "Oh Rose, darling wake up. Rosie? Ron! Ron! Fetch Draco!"

I tried hard to open my eyes and wake. I caught little snippets of images. My mother bending over me, her bushy hair dishevelled and eyes tired. The end of my white metal bedstead. Blue curtains.

I felt consciousness return, and I tried to sit up, looking at my mother… "Mum," I said, my voice breaking with a sob, and she enveloped me in her arms, cradling me to her chest as I cried. I felt complete solace in her arms, knowing that she'd been through what I'd been through.

I then felt another hand touch my shoulder, "Rose," I heard my Dad mumble, and he enveloped me from the other side, holding us both tightly, and I felt his short stubble scratch the side of my face where it rested.

After a while I heard a throat clear uncomfortably beside us, and my Dad moved away, wiping his eyes discreetly before making introductions, "Rose, this is your Healer, Draco Malfoy," he said, barely concealing the hint of distaste in his voice.

I stared at Mr Malfoy, comparing. I knew now that this was who had been standing over me. His similarities were uncanny, the blonde hair, the grey eyes, but his features were sharper, almost ferrety, whereas Scorpius' were soft and more pixie-like.

"Miss Weasley, how are you feeling?" he said, clearly uncomfortable, casting a nervous glance at my mother.

I thought carefully about that, tentatively stretching out my leg which had evidently been healed.

"Heavy," I replied, trying to describe the general aura resting in my limbs.

He smiled, "Yes, that's normal. Are you in any pain?"

I flinched a little, at the word pain, but shook my head.

He nodded, "You're heaviness is due to the remnants of your coma. You've been out a little under two weeks."

I raised my eyebrows, looking worriedly at my mother, who smiled weakly.

"Two weeks?" I reiterated.

"Yes. Though you're physical injuries were easily treatable, your body shut down in response to the trauma you suffered, needing time to process and heal in a more… psychological way."

I nodded.

"Now, I will leave you to rest and be with your family. You will need to take this potion," he gestured to a bottle, "Every three hours for the next 24 hours, and I'll be back later to assess what is needed with regards to further treatment."

He then glanced briefly at each of my parents, and turned to leave.

"Thank you," I called, and he paused in acknowledgement before continuing out of the ward.

"What happened?" I said quietly, "Where's Dolohov?"

"They have him," Mum said, "you're safe," she stroked my face again.

I nodded, turning to Dad, "What happened?"

And he sighed, sat down on the end of my bed, and relayed all he knew from when they realised I was missing.

"Was anyone hurt?" I whispered.

"No. Teddy had a minor cut, and Reilly was knocked unconscious," I cringed, "Don't worry, he's fine," he said, spreading out his hands.

"Where is he?" I said quickly, and my father looked uncomfortable, I turned to my mother.

"Well, dear, the thing is, I'm afraid you pulled a bit of a Ron…"

"A Ron?"

"Yes, you see in our sixth year your father was poisoned, and when he was lying unconscious in the hospital wing… he… mumbled my name… in front of his… girlfriend."

"Blimey, is that why she broke up with me?" Ron said amused.

"Yes, Ron, that's why," Mum said, trying not to smile, "Anyway, I'm afraid when Reilly was here earlier during Draco's checks, you may have… mumbled 'Scorpius'…"

I scrunched up my eyes and let my head fall back on the bedstead, "I saw Mr Malfoy and I thought it was Scorpius, tried to say his name, I wasn't…"

"Oh," my mother said, "Well, needless to say, he left, do you want me to call him back?"

"No. Nor Scorpius. I'm really not in the mood for boy's and teenage angst. In fact, I don't really want to see anyone. Just you."

"Not even Rowan?"

"No," I said firmly, "Just you," and she nodded, enveloping me in her arms once more as I curled up like a little girl in her arms.

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