Upon arriving home, he had called a cab, Harry went straight to the bathroom to wash away the dirt and grime from the previous day. After a nice hot shower, which lasted more then fifteen minutes, he felt refreshed. He padded out of the bathroom, drying his hair, and towards the living room. He eyed the blinking answering machine and, after dropping the towel onto the couch, pressed the play button.

You have seven messages, the answering machine droned before continuing.

The first message was from Mich Rothschild wanting to know what had happened after yesterdays game.

The second message was from Frankie, Mich's sister, who was clearly upset. She also wanted to know what happened and even threatened bodily harm if noone called her back.

Messages three, four and five were from fellow teammates, those brave enough to call and inquire as to what was going on, which were promptly erased.

The last two were the most recent and both were from Doc saying that his plane was being delayed do to severe storms.

End of messages, the answering machine fell silent after all messages were played.

Harry sighed and sat down on the edge of the couch. He felt drained and not just physically. But mentally as well. This was the first time that something really bad had happened to him or Ron in a very long time. The last time being at the end of their first year at Hogwarts. Hogwarts, the name seemed to echo in his mind. Frowning, he shook his head. Now was not the time to be thinking of the past. Now was the time to be clearly focused on the present and hopefully the future. With a new found sense of determination, Harry hauled himself to his feet and, after finding a clean pair of shoes, left the apartment that he shared with Ron. By the time he reached the curb, he was placing his cell phone back into his jeans pocket, a call to the cab company had been made and one had been dispatched to his location

The cab ride back to the hospital was silent. The driver, sensing his young patrons mood, choose not to say anything. He even refrained from looking at the young man up until they arrived at the hospital. Only then did Tyrese look at the young man to request payment for the journey; which he received promptly and with a big tip. When he sped away, he never looked back.

He limped through the lobby and passed the receptionists desk, the woman behind the desk with blue hair didn't even look up. Harry pressed the up button once he reached the elevator and stepped inside once the door to his right opened. He then pressed the button for the third floor and just as the door was closing, the woman behind the desk looked up and winked at him. His brow furrowed as he tried to figure out if he knew the woman from somewhere or if, maybe, he had imagined the wink. Shaking his head, he stepped out of the elevator, once it reached the correct floor, and stopped, looking around. This floor was still new to him since he had only been allowed to see Ron when he was still down in the ER early this morning. A nurse had stopped him when he was leaving Ron's room and told him that Ron was being moved to the third floor. Spying a nurses station he moved towards it. "Excuse me." He said politely to the middle aged black woman sitting behind the desk looking over several charts.

Emma May looked up and smiled. "Can I help you, sugar?" She also kept her voice polite but also very warm and inviting.

Harry smiled and nodded. "Yes, ma'am. I'm looking for the room of William Westinghouse. He was being transferred from the ER this morning or so I was told."

The plump nurse tore her eyes from the polite young man and scanned her patient room assignment sheet. Her eyes stopped once she found the desired name and looked back up. "It says here that he is restricted to visits from family only." She eyed the boy with a calculating gaze. "Are you family?" She asked, finally, her smile gone.

"Yes, ma'am." Harry's smile never faulted or faded in the least. "I'm his brother, James Patton" He saw the skeptical look she was giving him so he added. "We're foster brothers."

She had seen young William when he was brought up so at first she didn't believe the young man, James. But she could see the truth in his eyes. Her smile returned. "I was a foster mother back when I was young enough to chase around the youngins. My husband and I adopted two of them. They might not have been related by blood but both of our boys didn't care. They were brothers through and through. It's refreshing to see that kind of bond still remains even with all the problems in todays system." Emma glanced down at the sheet again. "He's in room 326. It's down the hall, last door on the right." She pointed down the hallway off to his left.

Harry chuckled. This woman reminded him of Mrs.Weasley. "Thank you, ma'am." For once in his life he silently thanked the Dursleys for something. He thanked them for the manners that they had forced into him at a young age because he still used them, even today. He turned and started down the hallway. When he was halfway down, he heard at voice call from the nurses station. "Call me Emma May. Ma'am really makes me feel old." Again he chuckled and shook his head. Most muggles were really nice if you knew how to approach them and fortunately for Harry, he knew how. Seeing 326 on the wall, he turned into the room and approached the single bed that sat in the middle of the room. He watched his friend and brother for a moment before pulling over a chair and sitting down. "Hiya Ron. I'm sorry I left but I was beginning to smell. A shower fixed me right up." He sighed. "Doc's coming home. I called him in England and he's coming. His plane was delayed a bit but I expect him here in a few hours. He'll know what to do." He was silent for a moment. " I'm at a loss here. I'm beginning to wonder if...if they could help you." He spoke in a whisper. "If the doctors here can't help you..." He trailed off and stared out the window. Hogwarts was again echoing in his mind followed by his only hope.