"Uncle Draco," Primrose squealed at the sight of her godfather.
"Posy are you okay," he asked the girl worriedly, his eyes scanning the five-year-old worriedly.
"They hurt me," she told him solemnly, Draco frowned sadly.
"I know they did, they won't ever hurt you again," he promised, wrapping his arms around the small child.
"I want mummy," she cried her little arms locking around Draco's neck.
"She's coming as quickly as possible, she's getting a portkey sweetie, she will be here soon.
"Why's Posy crying," Scorpius's sweet voice questioned worriedly, his hands clutching the fabric of her healer uniform anxiously.
"Posy is unwell and want's her mummy here," Hermione answered, lifting the little boy to rest on her hip.
"I want daddy when sick," the boy told her quietly, Hermione smiled down at him.
"Feeling any better," she asked him, raising her hand to rest against his forehead, Scorpius nodded, resting his head against her.
"I'm glad you are," she told him quietly, as she watched Draco comforting his goddaughter.
"I need potty," Scorpius declared, Draco's eyes locked on hers at the declaration, over the dark hair of his goddaughter who had shuffled herself, so she was sat on his knee, her head resting in the crook of his neck.
"I'll take him," Hermione chuckled.
"Thank you," Draco nodded at her.
"I really need a wee," Scorpius told her as she hurried down the ward to the bathroom,
"Just through here," she told him quietly leading him into the children's bathroom.
"I can do it on my own Miss Mione," he told her. Nodding at him seriously, she stepped outside the room allowing the three-year-old the privacy he needed.
Scorpius was in there for a few minutes when she heard his little voice singing alongside the spray of tap water; "Happy birthday to you, Happy Birthday too you…" the little boy sang happily as he washed his hands, this continued for a couple of minutes before the door to the bathroom opened and Scorpius stepped out.
"Oh my," Hermione chuckled, waving her wand to dry him off, his shirt sleeves were soaked with soapy water.
"Thank you, Miss Mione," Scorpius chirped before taking off skipping in the direction of his god sister's room.
"Your welcome sweetie, she replied as a commotion at the other end of the ward drew both of their attention.
"Posy, Posy, POSY," a female voice called each time louder than the previous call.
"AUNTIE PANSY," Scorpius shouted, running in the direction of the voice.
"Scorp," Pansy's voice questioned in reply as the little blonde boy ran at her.
"Auntie Pansy," he squealed throwing himself into her arms, Pansy groaned as she caught him, stumbling slightly. The dark-haired man at her side steadied her, shaking his head at the blonde boy.
"Scorp you can't throw yourself at Auntie Pansy while she's Pregnant," the man chuckled lifting the tot onto his hip.
"Uncle Theo," he squealed happily.
"Scorp, have you seen Posy," Pansy asked worriedly.
"She's with Daddy," he told her quietly. Pansy visibly relaxed at that news.
"Why aren't you with Daddy," Theo questioned him.
"Miss Mione took me to the potty," he replied happily pointing at her. For the first time Theodore and Pansy Nott took note of her, stood nearby in her healer robes.
"Granger," Theo nodded at her.
"Where's Posy," Pansy asked worriedly.
"I'll take you to her," she replied calmly leading the way back to Posy's room while Scorpius babbled about his stay within her home the previous night and the pancakes, he'd helped her make for breakfast.