A/N - The first person who reviewed the last chapter mentioned something about it being short. I thought it was a little odd, because that was actually one of my longer chapters. Then someone else said it was short. I went back and looked, and more than half of the chapter got cut off somehow. This should have been the second half of the last chapter.

And Opaque, are you that good or am I that transparent?


Draco was staring at the ceiling when Luna came out of the bathroom with Caelum. She brought him over and allowed him to absently kiss the child before she took the baby to the nursery and put him to bed.

When she came back twenty minutes later, dressed in her pajamas, he was still staring at the ceiling. He barely acknowledged her when she crawled into bed bedside him

"What are you thinking about?" she whispered, leaning on one elbow and brushing his hair away from his face with her other hand.

"We've got to get out of here." He answered hoarsely. "It's not safe here."

She glanced toward his waist. "No, it's not."

"Not for any of us." He shook his head. "We've got to get out of here. My mother too. He'll kill her if we leave and she stays."

"We can't leave tonight." She drew shapes on his arm with one fingertip. "You're not in any shape to travel. We'll talk to her again tomorrow. Maybe we can change her mind. Especially after this."

"She won't leave my father. And I'm not taking him with us." Draco grumbled. "I'm sure she's been with him all day."

"She did come in to check on you twice." Luna assured. "You were asleep both times. We'll talk to her. Maybe she will leave. Maybe we should take your father."

Draco's head snapped toward her. "No way in hell. He was the one out there trying to get into the nursery. The Dark Lord told him you're pregnant. He was ready to attack you and Caelum, according to him, for my own good."

"Maybe he will see things differently after this." She dragged a finger down the center of his chest. "Maybe he's … Do that again." She frowned at him.

"What?" he looked at her curiously.

"Draw a really deep breath like that." She placed her palm flat over his heart.

"It tickled." He rolled his eyes.

"Just do it." She gave him a look that said she wouldn't accept an argument.

He inhaled quickly and deeply again. Luna started to get up.

"What is it?" he asked.

"You rattle when you breathe deeply like that."

He grabbed her arm. "It's fine."

She looked at his fingers. "The last time you told me that was right before you passed out with serious internal bleeding. Now your fingernails are blue."

He pulled his hand back and looked at it. "No they're not."

She held her hand next to his. "Look at the difference between yours and mine."

"We've got other body parts that don't look alike." He smirked.

She shoved off the bed before he could stop her. "I'm calling Snape."

"Luna!" he bounded off the bed, almost collapsing the moment he was upright. She rushed back to his side. "Don't leave the suite. Please. Get Rinka to have my mother call if you must, but don't leave these rooms."

She nodded, helping him back into the bed. She called for Rinka and asked the elf to get Narcissa. Rinka apparated back with Draco's mother a moment later.

"What is it?" Narcissa asked, rushing to the bed. She ran a hand over Draco's face and felt for his pulse.

"He rattles when he breathes deeply." Luna informed her. "And his fingertips are blue. I think we should call Professor Snape."

Narcissa snatched his hand up to study his fingernails.

"You're right." she nodded. "I'm going downstairs to call Severus."

She flew out of the room, followed by Rinka.

"You're making a big deal out of nothing." he grumbled.

She shrugged. "Maybe I am. But if I'm wrong then we'll just have to listen to Professor Snape complain. I've already heard plenty of that."

He smiled at her.

Narcissa returned five minutes later with Rinka and Severus Snape in tow.

Snape pointed his wand at Draco's chest and murmured the charm to magnify the sound of Draco's breathing.

"You have a decided rasp upon deep inhalations." Snape frowned. "It appears that Dolohov's curse may have lacerated your lung. The counterspells should have repaired it, or mostly repaired it, but there appears to be some blood in your lung." He flipped back the covers to look at Draco's feet. "Your lower extremities are even more discolored." He looked up at Narcissa. "We should take him to St Mungo's to be checked over."

"No." Draco said stubbornly.

Narcissa and Snape turned to look at him.

"I'm not leaving Luna and Caelum."

"We should be talking about only a few hours. Your mother can stay here with them. But you really should be seen by an actual healer for this." Snape frowned at him.

"We'll bring them with us." Narcissa offered.

"The Dark Lord would never allow it." Draco shook his head.

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door, and Voldemort showed himself in.

"Draco." he surveyed the group around the bed before turning back to the one he had addressed. "You didn't mention earlier that you were unwell."

"I hadn't been moving around much, and didn't realize there was a problem." Draco answered.

"My lord," Snape dipped his head. "Draco appears to have suffered a lung injury when attacked by Dolohov. He is short of breath on exertion, his fingertips and feet are discolored from lack of oxygen, and he has an audible rattle to his breathing. We were just taking him to St Mungos."

"No, you are not." the Dark Lord folded his arms. "Whatever needs to be done for him will be done here. He will not leave the house tonight."

"My lord," Snape clenched his lips uncertainly before continuing. "His injuries are most likely beyond my capabilities. He needs a trained healer."

Voldemort stared hard at the man before answering. "Then call the child's healer and ask him to come here. Draco will not leave this house until I say he may."

Voldemort turned abruptly and left the room.

"I'll call Ferguson." Narcissa looked at Snape.

"He's a pediatrician." Draco rolled his eyes.

"He's a pediatric cardiopulmonary specialist." Snape rolled his own eyes. "And you are hardly an elderly man."

"Can we trust Ferguson?" Luna asked.

"Between what he's paid and the fact he knows he's coming to a house full of Death Eaters to see Caelum, he'd be a fool not to keep his mouth shut." Draco snorted.

Narcissa slipped out of the room. She returned a few minutes later with Healer Ferguson. He ran a few disgnostic charms.

"Well, Draco, it appears that you did suffer a blunt trauma injury to your chest, and Mr. Snape apparently did heal the injury, but there is some blood in the lower part of your lung. I'm going to give you a potion to clear your lungs and an antibiotic just to make sure there's no infection. I'll check on you late tomorrow, but of course let me know if anything changes."

Everyone thanked the man, Snape asked some technical questions about the potions, and Narcissa showed Ferguson back to the floo.

Snape turned to Luna. "The potion to clear Draco's lungs contains an ingredient that could react with the sopophorous bean extract in Dreamless Sleep. Therefore, make sure Draco does not take any tonight or tomorrow night."

"You could have told me that." Draco snapped.

"Yes, but you are not the most compliant of patients." Snape drawled. "Furthermore, Miss Lovegood shows a natural aptitude for healing arts. Perhaps you should consider sending her to formal training. It certainly would be to your benefit to have a healer in the house."

Draco glared at him. Snape merely turned on the spot, leaving the room with his robes twirling about his legs. The door clicked shut behind him.

"I wonder if he practiced that when he was younger." Luna mused.

Draco looked at her and laughed, breaking off holding his lower ribs. "Don't make me laugh. That hurts."

"When I asked if we could trust Healer Ferguson earlier, I was asking if he has loyalties to the Dark Lord." Luna looked over at Draco.

Draco shrugged. "He's pretty much neutral as far as the war goes. His loyalty is to his patients. When Caelum was critically ill, he stayed at the hospital for hours after his shift was over on several occasions. That's why I chose him."

Narcissa returned with two vials of potions. Draco obediently drank both of them, frowning after the second one. Narcissa kissed his forehead and tucked him in as she used to do when he was a child.

Luna sneaked into the nursery to make sure Caelum was all right before crawling into Draco's bed. She snuggled against his chest, his arm around her waist, his breath tickling her shoulder.

She had a feeling this was going to be a long night.