Wednesday, 4 April 16:50 GMT
Phillip had found himself in his own hospital bed when he woke up earlier that morning. A tray of breakfast and the bowl of hospital gruel was on his nightstand.
He found a maroon sweatshirt with the word Gryffindor embroidered on the front along with a pair of grey sweatpants that were just his size on the bathroom sink when he went to take his morning shower. He took a breath as he looked at himself in the mirror. 'This was all too real,' he thought as he had stepped into the shower.
Phillip headed straight for Drew's room after scarfing down his breakfast meal. He pulled the seat he had sat in the day before and held her hand once again waiting for her to wake up.
o-o-o
Wednesday, 4 April 16:50 GMT
The two wizards entered the ICU. Phillip looked up to see the familiar platinum blonde wizard with a visitor.
"Mr. Malfoy," Phillip nodded.
"Phillip," Mr. Malfoy acknowledged him. "I figured you'd be in here. I want you to meet someone."
Phillip stood up and extended his hand. The shorter greying gentleman studied the younger man. Mr. Malfoy cleared his throat. His contemporary begrudgingly took Phil's hand.
"Phillip Martinez," Mr. Malfoy said as he introduced the two gentlemen to each other, "I'd like you to meet Graham Montague, your grandfather's estate attorney."
"Pleasure to meet you, Sir," Phillip said curtly as they released their handshake.
Draco summoned two more chairs around the table at which Phillip had been sitting. The blue-eyed former Slytherin Quidditch player sat reluctantly.
"Mr. Montague brought something to my attention earlier today," Mr. Malfoy began as he took a seat. "Looks like Cecil Schield reworked his will a few months ago banking on a different outcome to Saturday's planned uprising."
The other wizard scoffed. He had been in the employ of the Schield family for the past thirty years as had his father and grandfather before him as his two children are presently.
"Montague," Mr. Malfoy smirked at his former Quidditch teammate. "You want to tell him what you told me?"
The attorney torqued his mouth as he opened the file he pulled from his briefcase. He took one last look before he turned it around so that the young man could read the file.
"Mr. Cecil Schield changed his will back on December 8th. He bequeathed all of his assets to his sole living heir," he looked straight at Phillip, "Thirty-year-old Kourtney Schield, son of his late daughter, Roxanne Schield and Kellen Tanner, born on February 21st."
Phillip clenched and unclenched his fists as he listened to the attorney. He had already decided he did not want any part of this.
"Lastly, the Schield family home and estate grounds are estimated at approximately 23 million," Mr. Montague said. "Bringing the total estimated assets to 163 million galleons."
"Galleons?" Phillip asked the both of them.
"One galleon is about five British Pounds," Mr. Malfoy said. "So roughly 815 million Pounds.
"Or about 1.043 billion U.S. Dollars is your inheritance," the platinum blonde wizard calculated.
"I want nothing to do with the Schield family money," Phillip erupted from his seat.
"Calm down, Phillip," Mr. Malfoy said evenly. "You could do a lot of good with that."
Phillip looked at the wizard's face. He took in a breath and nodded, understanding what he was getting at. The young man sat back down and turned to the grey-haired wizard.
"Sell Grandfather's shares of his businesses to his partners," Phillip began. "Sell the house. I'll have no need for it. If you can have non-Death Eaters apply, that would be great."
Mr. Malfoy laughed as he saw Montague's face, "I don't think there's a check box for identifying prospective home owners as such."
"I figured not," Phil said. He blew out another breath, "Liquidate all of his investments."
"Seriously?" Montague canted his eyebrow.
"After which, I would like to donate most of the monies," Phil continued. "Eighteen million galleons to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Ninety million British Pounds to the British Heart Foundation in the name of Phillip Martinez, Sr.," Phillip choked up a little. "Another ninety million British Pounds to Saint Augustine's Hospital which did everything it could to save my father.
"An endowment of one hundred fifteen point two million U.S. Dollars to Syracuse University in the names of Phillip, Sr. and Ana Martinez. One hundred fifteen point two million U.S. Dollars to the American Cancer Society in the name of Ana Martinez, who died of cancer when I was eleven."
Mr. Malfoy put his arm around Phillip, who began to weep. Phillip looked up at him. Mr. Malfoy nodded for him to continue.
"An endowment of one hundred fifteen point two million U.S. Dollars to the University of Hawai'i's John A. Burns School of Medicine in the name of Doctor Drew Granger. Another one hundred fifteen point two million U.S. Dollars to the University of Hawai'i's College of Education in the name of Phillip Martinez, Jr.," the young man took in a breath, pausing.
"That it then?" Mr. Montague asked, his face flushing. "You have thirty-seven million galleons left."
Phillip narrowed his eyes at the older gentleman. "Ninety million British Pounds to Wellesley Comprehensive School in memory of Coach Phillip Martinez, Sr. and another ninety million to the Westbridge Orphanage in London, England, which helped to place a young Kourtney Schield with a family that wanted him. Put it in the name of Phillip Martinez, Jr.," Phillip smirked.
"One million galleons left," Mr. Montague said taking in a deep breath.
Phillip looked at Mr. Malfoy. The young man shrugged his shoulders.
"You could always set up a Muggle savings account," Mr. Malfoy smiled.
"Deposit the remaining five million British Pounds into my savings account at Barclays Bank at the main branch in London," Phillip said.
"Well, looks like you have a lot of work to do by April 6, Montague," Mr. Malfoy said as the two wizards stood up.
"April 6th?" the attorney questioned as Phillip watched the two.
"Phillip's heading back to the States by the close of business on Friday," Mr. Malfoy answered. "I'll escort you out."
"I know my way around Hogwarts, Malfoy," Mr. Montague glowered at his old Housemate before exiting the ICU in a huff.
Mr. Malfoy turned to Phillip and nodded. Phillip exhaled a long breath.
"I can stay longer Mr. Malfoy," Phillip said softly.
Mr. Malfoy smiled. "Do you remember when you first learned about Drew's secret?"
"Yeah, I guess," Phillip nodded.
"Dr. Malfoy and I talked about the balance between the Muggle and Wizarding worlds," Mr. Malfoy said. "Phil, with everything that has happened, the events last Saturday disrupted that balance for a moment.
"Social Media is beginning to question your whereabouts, Phil," Mr. Malfoy smiled, "I really don't want Drew's Uncle Blaise and his crew to have a massive influx of potential Muggle Obliviation cases."
Phillip laughed and then nodded. He was resigned to the fact that Mr. Malfoy had a point. He would eventually need to get back to Boston; he was already three days overdue.
He leaned forward crossing his arms on the file the attorney had handed to him and placed his head on his arms, resting as he glanced longingly over at Drew. Mr. Malfoy leaned back into his chair as he closed his eyes, listening to the rhythmic beeping of the EKG machine hooked up to his daughter.