Dawn broke and Ron's condition still hadn't changed. He was still pale and unconscious. The nurses had been instructed to keep their visits short so the boy wouldn't be bothered. So when Nurse Edwards checked his vitals during the night, she didn't daudle. And in doing so, she never noticed his body twitch and jerk as if in excruciating pain. The small whimpers coming from his mouth were also missed. So his chart was marked resting comfortably each and every time he was checked upon.

Meanwhile, Harry had a horrible night. The chair was hard and uncomfortable. He awoke several times from back and neck pain. So when the first rays of light washed over his slumbering form, it went unnoticed. The first rays of dawn were not strong enough to rouse the exhausted youth. Harry awoke several hours after sunrise to find that he was no longer alone.

The waiting room was practically spilling over with people waiting to see a doctor or loved ones. A frown began to form on his pale face and he rubbed his blood shot eyes in irritation. The lack of a good nights sleep had obviously left him in a very grumpy state of mind. So with a groan, he forced his protesting body from the chair and headed towards the exit. Harry glanced at his watch, barely making out the time, which happened to be 7:25AM. He then squinted from the sunlight as the doors opened to the outside. A cell phone was in his hand as he reached a pair of outside benches. Sitting down, he dialed Doc's familiar number and waited for his guardian to answer the phone. After only two short rings he was greeted by Doc's deep southern accented voice. "Hey Doc. No, this isn't a social call." He chuckled lightly. "We aren't in prison either." He sobered. "I meant to call you last night but things got..." Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's Will, Doc. He's in the hospital and the doctors don't know what's wrong with him..." He trailed off as a sob slipped passed his lips. "Yes, I can handle things until you get here. I know you do, Doc. I love you too." He whispered as he heard the dial tone. He slipped the phone back into the pocket of his wrinkled jeans and just leaned back on the bench, running a tired and slightly shaking hand though his dirty blonde hair. In the back of his mind he couldn't silence that little voice that always told him that they couldn't stay cut off from the magical world forever. Today was the first time that he actually believed it.

London, England

The Landmark Hotel

12:32PM

Rangle "Doc" Blair stared at the phone in his hand. He had been in the middle of lunch when he received the call from his youngest son, Jamie. Something had apparently happened to Will, his oldest son, and by the sound of Jamie's voice it wasn't good. The sob made him worry even more. The youngest of his two foster children very rarely lost control of his emotions and when he did, it was for good reason. He glanced around his hotel suite, he had retreated there once the call had ended, trying to gather his bearings. Clients be damned, his children needed him. Soon a suit case stood open on the king sized bed, clothes were being flung into it left and right. Once he was sure he got everything, Doc snapped it shut. With a wave of, what appeared to be a stick, and a muttering of words under his breath, the suitcase shrunk until it was small enough for him to slip into his pocket.(Bet you didn't see that coming!) Without a backward glance, he strode purposely out of the hotel and caught the first taxi to the airport.

Back in the States

After his call to their guardian, Harry had stopped in to check on Ron. Nothing had changed from the night before. "Come on Ron. You've got to get better. We've been through so much. You're the only family I have left." He had whispered in agony before leaving his friend/brothers room and then the hospital. Doc had swore to him that he'd leave on the first possible flight so being slightly reassured, Harry found it possible for him to leave long enough to catch a quick shower and change before returning.