A/N: Here's another chapter. Enjoy:))

Chapter 94: St Mungo's

No one really slept that night. Sirius spent it talking to Harry, telling him stories about the Marauders, mom and Sev. Fred and George continued their plans for the shop to distract themselves, Hermione and Ron argued (again) and Ginny spent the night with me in the library.

There was an awful lot of dark magic related books, that made me wonder what kind of family Sirius really had had.Poisons deadly concoctions , Maiming curses, Powerful cursesand dozens of other horrible books. But somehow, among them, we managed to find some albums that contained various parts of the Black family tree, just like the room downstairs; they also had a lot of photos and sketches going as far back as 14th century.

Though most of the people represented were serious and intimidating, every now and then you would find members of the family that didn't look like they could murder you with a bag of flour. But most of those were crossed off: Sirius, his cousin Andromeda, Tonks, his uncle Alphard, someone named Eduardus Limette Black. It was interestingto see how they have been through generations, and where they came from, where they went; there were so many stories those photos could tell…

By 6 in the morning, Ginny fell asleep, exhausted because of the good scare the incident gave her and waking up in the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep though. What if I woke up inhismind again? More important, why were we connected like that? Being a Horcrux meant I had a part of his soul, but what did that have to do with his mind? And how come Harry and I saw it at the same time? And did Voldemort realize we were there? There were three people in the mind of his snake, plus the animal itself. He had to have perceived something was off. Could he see in our minds too?

"Come on, wake Ginny up, mom…"

"…came to get us."

"Where are we going?" I asked , and started shaking their sister to wake her up.

"Wat happened? Where's dad?" she asked groggily

"Your mom is here. We're going to St Mungo's. You have to get up though."

We side apparated and soon found ourselves in front of a closed shop, on the corner of the street:Purge and Dowse Ltd.Mrs Weasley leaned forward and told a mannequin something, and before we knew what was happening, we were in front of a hospital reception. There were a lot of people there, waiting to see a doctor or visitors, and of course, some nurses. There was a middle aged wizard holding his daughter's leg; the girl, no about six years old, was floating in the air, a bright smile on her face, trying to fly higher. A short woman, with purple spots all over her face, dressed in navy blue robes sat on a chair, next to a little boy whose hand was no longer a human one, but rather a hoove.

"This is so weird. Seeing so many sick peopletogether in a hospital made for wizards. And look at the map of the hospital:"

Ground Floor: Artifact Accidents

(Cauldron explosion, wand-backfiring,broom crashes, etc.)

First Floor: Creature-Induced Injuries

(Bites, stings, burns, embedded spiders, etc.)

Second Floor: Magical Bugs

(Contagious maladies, e.g.,dragon pox,vanishing sickness,scrofungulus)

Third Floor: Potion and Plant Poisoning

(Rashes, regurgitation,uncontrollable giggling, etc.)

Fourth Floor: Spell Damage

(Unliftable jinxes, hexes, and incorrectly applied charms, etc.)

"You have to have been here before. I mean, you lived in this world your whole life." Harry looked at me confused, and Hermione followed his example.

"You really never came here? For injuries and all that pain before you realized where it came from?"

"No, never. They make you a clinical file if you come here and it would've been suspicious if they wouldn't have been able to find my data anywhere. Besides, Madame Pomfrey made an excellent job everytime."

We found Mr Weasley on his bed, sitting with a food tray next to him, eating breakfast. He looked terrible: his left eye was bruised and most of his body was covered in bandages; but at least he was breathing and in a stable state.

"Dad!" the kids jumped on him, asking him how he felt and when was he going to get out of the hospital.

"Ok, ok, let him breathe now, he had a rough night. How are you feeling Arthur? When are they going to change the bandages?"

"They're changing them every two hours. I look like a mummy. But there was an…incident this morning and-"

"What? What happened?"

"Well…"

"Arthur Weasley, what did you do? "

"Well, there's this muggle thing called stitches. They're supposed to sew your skin together. And you know that big wound on my arm. Well, I and one of the Healer's assistants tried to solve it. Turns out, the venom of the snake dissolved them and activated. I needed another round of potions, but I'm fine now. Really Molls."

"M-muggle things? Why did you ever thing that was a good idea? How are muggle things supposed to solve magical creatures related problems? I need to talk to that assistant." She turned around to leave, but Mr Weasley caught her arm.

"Don't go. I promise I won't do that anymore."

When they started discussing Order business, we left to get some tea for us and them as well. On the way down the stairs though, we found professor Lockhart trying to get out of the salon he was in. A nurse took him back.

"Professor, how are you?" He looked at Hermione in confusion, and kept blinking and moving his eyes.

"Do you know him dear?" the nurse asked

"He used to be our teacher." Somehow, ten minutes later we ended up next to Lockhart's space in the "permanent residents" part of the hospital, looking at letters and presents sent by his fans. But something soon caught my attention.

"…and they still love you."

"I know grandma." I turned around and saw Neville there, with his grandmother. They were probably here to visit Frank and Alice Longbottom. It was terrible what happened to them, but at least Bellatrix was in prison for that.

"Is that Neville? Hi Neville! How are you ?" Hermione addressed him. The color drained from his face the moment he saw us, but his grandma made him come over to us.

"Hi guys." He mumbled under his breath, looking intensely at the floor.

"Aren't you going to present me your friends Neville?" I opened my mouth then.

"Hello Mrs Longbottom, I'm Selene Potter." She looked at me in surprise.

"I'm finally getting to meet you. I read the news, of course, and my son used to talk about your parents, but I never saw you in person."

After they left, poor Neville obviously uncomfortable by the reveal of the purpose of him coming at the hospital, we left as well, tea forgotten, and went home with Mrs Weasley.