I know, I'm horrible, leaving you with no update for almost two months. I am very sorry, I just had no inspiration for a while, then I wasn't sure how to end the chap. Either way, here it is, chapter 17-
"Just do what you need to, Albus will cover it all with the muggles," Minerva assured the woman walking next to her.
"What is your connection to this woman?" she questioned.
"I will explain everything later, Poppy," Minerva told her. "Just hurry, she does not have long."
"I will do my best," the healer nodded.
They quickly walked out of her office, and flooed away from Hogwarts.
Minerva barely gave her enough time to coordinate herself after stumbling out of the fire in a small American pub before pushing her out into the street.
Before long, she found herself in a muggle hospital, being herded through the hallways.
A faint whisper of 'do what you can' followed her into a busy room.
Kelly gripped Harry's hand carefully. She had to resist the urge to hold it with all of her strength, so she would not hurt him anymore.
She leaned forward to brush his hair away from his eyes, only for it to move back to where it was.
She sighed, and her head dropped forward.
"They still won't let me see Mommy," she whispered. "They haven't told me anything about her, just that she's still fighting."
She looked behind her, towards the door. After watching a few nurses go by, she turned back towards him.
"Daddy's on his way home," she continued. "They called him, cause they aren't sure if Mommy will be able to take care of us. He isn't here yet, though. I hope he's here soon. Aunt Minnie is here, though. She's in charge of us right now. I think she's finding someone to help right now."
She looked down at the hand in hers.
"You need to wake up, Harry," she croaked as tears started to rise to her eyes. "I'm all alone, and I'm scared, and I need to know you're alright."
The tears began to flow from her eyes.
"Please wake up. I need you."
Gibbs rested his head onto the hard headrest on his seat. He felt the rumble of the plane as it flew over the Atlantic.
Normally, the hum of the engines would calm him, but it wasn't a normal flight. His mind was too busy to be calmed.
All he could think of was his family. His wife was still in a hospital bed, her fate uncertain. His son had yet to wake up. Only Kelly had returned to consciousness. However, even though she had mostly escaped injury, she was alone.
He was sure Minerva had already taken charge, and while he had no doubt about her ability to care for Kelly, the girl still needed someone to hold her close, and just let her cry.
After being in the air for a while, his eyes close on their own accord. The stress, hum of the plane, and lack of sleep had lulled him out of consciousness. He soon fell into a dream.
-oOo-
He was standing at the altar in a small church. He looked down to see himself in his utility uniform, his rifle set up on the floor at his feet.
The church was suddenly filled with music as the organ started to play the Bridal March.
His eyes turned to back of the room. Shannon was standing in the doorway, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. That was what she had been wearing when he had left.
"I miss you," she said.
She had barely whispered, but he heard her clear as day.
"I'm almost back," he replied, just as quietly.
"You need to hurry, Jethro."
"I'm coming as fast as I can."
"I love you."
She turned, and started to walk out of the door.
"No, don't go!" he cried out. The words echoed off of the walls.
He started to chase after her, but tripped over his rifle.
He looked up to see the door close.
"I love you," he whispered. "Wait for me."
-oOo-
He woke up with a jolt as the plane touched down. He ran a hand through his hair, and unbuckled. He jumped out of the back as soon as it opened, and raced towards the building.
"My name in Leroy Gibbs, my wife and kids are here," he told the nurse at the front desk.
"We've been waiting for you, Mr. Gibbs. Your wife is still in ICU, but you can see your kids. Room 394," the girl replied.
Gibbs nodded at her, before walking past the desk. He made his way through the hallways, until he found the elevator. He rode it up to the third floor, and quickly found the room.
He leaned against the door frame for a second.
Neither Harry nor Kelly was awake.
Harry was still hooked up to a few machines by his bed. Gibbs felt his gut clench when he took in the bandages on the boy.
Kelly was in the bed next to Harrys. She was curled up on her side, facing her brother.
He walked over to her, and scooped her up into his arms. He laid back onto the bed, and joined them in sleep.
Kelly shifted in the arms of the person holding her. She rolled over, and pushed her head into the person's chest. She took a deep breath, and her eyes snapped open. She knew that scent.
"Daddy?" she said, her voice thick with sleep.
"Hey, Kelly-bear," a voice replied, using the pet name he had had for her long before they had meet Harry.
She looked up, to see him smiling sadly at her.
"Daddy!" she shrieked.
She wrapped her arms around him, and buried her face into his chest.
"I missed you, Daddy," she whispered.
"I missed you too," he replied.
He sat up, with her still in his arms, and kissed the top of her hair. He pulled back slightly, and took in her face.
"Did they tell you anything about Mommy?" she asked.
Gibbs shook his head. She was scared; she hadn't called Shannon 'Mommy' in years.
"They will tell us as soon as something happens," he told her.
She nodded, then turned back to look at Harry.
"He hasn't woken up," she said softly.
"He will baby, he will."
"But what if he doesn't? What if Mommy doesn't?"
"They will."
"You promise?"
He looked into her wide eyes. His heart sank. How could he promise that?
"Kelly, Harry and your mom," he sighed. "They are both strong, they will fight their hardest."
"What if they don't fight hard enough?"
"Sometimes, it's just not enough."
"I hope it's enough," she whispered.
"I do too, Kelly, I do too."
"He is a good student," Minerva told Gibbs.
The man glanced at the boy in the bed next to them. Kelly was sleeping in her bed behind them.
"He mentioned the Quidditch team in his letter," he replied.
She nodded.
"He's a great flyer, just like his father."
It took him a second to realize that she was talking about his biological father. He turned to look at the boy. He kept forgetting that Harry wasn't his by blood.
"What where his parents like?" he asked as he turned back to her.
He chuckled once when he saw that she had fallen asleep. He pulled the bottle of water from her grasp, and put in on the floor.
He stepped out into the hallway, and pulled a nurse over.
A few minutes later, he was leading the half-sleeping professor towards a bed the nurse had brought into the room.
"She's been going non-stop since the accident," the nurse told him.
"Figures," he chuckled.
Soft shaking forced her from her sleep. She batted the hands away, but they kept returning.
Eventually, she gave in, and opened her eyes.
"Poppy?" she croaked when she saw who was waking her. "I thought you were helping with Shannon."
"I was," the other woman sighed.
Minerva instantly sat up. Her eyes were wide.
"How…?"
"I did all I could," Poppy started. "I managed to keep her from death."
"But…?"
"There was only so much I could do."
"How much was that?"
"I'm not sure if she will wake up."
"Not sure if…" she broke off.
"Jethro is already in with her," Poppy told her. "Kelly is still sleeping. You should probably get some sleep in your own bed and a decent meal."
"I can't leave. What if something happens while I'm gone?" she argued.
"I will stay and will contact you if anything changes," the other witch insisted. "They are all asleep anyway."
Minerva reluctantly gave in. She knew that Poppy would bother her until she did, and her back did ache from the hospital bed.
Warm breath fogged up the glass as Ron leaned against the window. His eyes kept alternating between the snow on the ground below him, and the clouds in the sky above.
When he was looking down, he would see the red hair of Fred and George ambush anyone they came across. Hagrid was working in his garden. Professor Sprout had, at one point, moved across his view with a large box.
When he looked up, however, he wasn't just looking, he was searching.
It had been a while since he had sent Harry the last letter, and he didn't think it would take him this long to respond.
At first, he had thought that maybe America was farther away than he realized. Then McGonagall and Pomfrey had disappeared.
Fred and George had been the ones to point this out. They said that neither woman had left the school during the holidays in the past.
The red head was starting to get worried. What if something had happened to Harry?
He sighed, and pushed away from the glass.
He had thought that spending the holidays at Hogwarts would be wicked, but he hadn't realized that the rest of the first years he knew would be leaving. He had hung out with the twins the first few days, but they had soon ditched him. He had refused to even try to do something with Percy.
With nothing else to distract his mind, he made his way out of the Gryffindor tower. He started to move towards the library, thinking that he could at least try to find Flamel.
Just less than halfway there, however, he saw McGonagall at the other end of the hallway.
"Professor!" he called after, and started to jog towards her.
She turned at his voice, and he was shocked at her appearance.
She was pale, but the skin under her eyes was dark. It looked as though she hadn't slept in a few days. She seemed smaller than when he had last seen her. Her shoulders were hunched slightly. It was as if she had aged since he had last seen her.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley?" she said.
Her voice was low, and sleep filled. Ron instantly felt self-conscious, as though he was keeping her from sleep.
"I was just wondering if you had heard anything about Harry recently. He hasn't replied to my letter yet," he quickly said.
For a second, he thought he saw pain in her eyes, and she looked even older.
She didn't speak for a few moments as if she was trying to figure out what she was going to say.
"Harry was," she started, but her voice broke slightly. "Involved in an accident a few days ago."
Ron's brow furrowed. An accident? That shouldn't be too bad. He had accidents all the time, like when he set Seamus' hat on fire.
"He's still in the hospital, and hasn't woken up yet," she continued.
Ron felt his stomach drop. Harry had been unconscious for days?
"Why don't the healers do something?" he questioned.
"He's in a muggle hospital, and there isn't much for them to do for him. The main reason he's still out is magic exhaustion," she told him.
Relief filled Ron. He had heard about magic exhaustion, all of the professors had warned them about it in the beginning of the year. If they tried to use magic too advanced for them, they would use most of their magic supply, and would sleep until it refilled.
"Can I see him?" he suddenly asked.
McGonagall looked him over.
"I mean, once he wakes up," he quickly continued.
She continued to look at him.
"I think that would be good for him," she quietly said. "But, I will have to ask his parents first, as well as owl your mother. It's up to them."
"Thank you, professor,' he grinned. "Have a good day."
He turned and ran down the hallway. He would soon have something to do, and would be able to help Harry at the same time.
Minerva watched the young boy race away. Once he turned a corner, she continued her journey. A few minutes later, she entered her office, and collapsed in her chair.
Deciding to write to the boy's mother before she forgot, she pulled a piece of parchment and a quill towards her.
She wrote blankly, just going through the procedure of it. Her mind was still on her conversation with Mr. Weasley.
She should have told him the entire story. He most likely thought Harry had tried to do magic, and had exhausted his magic that way. He knew nothing of the struggle the family was going through.
But, she told herself, he wouldn't understand it anyway. He had grown up with magic. He wouldn't be able to understand a car crash. He wouldn't be able to understand why magic hadn't woken Shannon up. He wouldn't be able to understand what had happened.
After rereading the letter, she realized that if he did go to see Harry, he would have to be told the story.
She would get to that if it came to it.
She absently sealed the letter in an envelope, and sent her owl off. As she watched the bird fly off, she remembered why she had returned to Hogwarts in the first place.
She went through the hidden door in the back of the office, and was soon asleep under her own covers.
"Did you get a decent sleep?" Gibbs asked her when she returned to the hospital the next day.
"As good as I have been getting," she replied. "While I was there, one of Harry's friends, Ronald Weasley, asked about him. When I told him that Harry was here, he asked if he could visit once he wakes up. I told him it is up to you as well as his parents."
"It's fine by me," Gibbs nodded. "It would probably do him some good. Besides, I would like to meet one of his school friends."
Gibbs looked at his son. The boy was still lying in his hospital bed. His face was calm, and with only one machine, it looked like he was sleeping.
"How long did Albus think it would take for him to wake up?" he quietly questioned as he turned back to her.
"He wasn't sure. It depends on Harry's power level," she told him.
"My what?" a soft voice croaked.
They turned towards the voice in shock. Sharp green eyes were watching them through half open eyelids.
Minerva gasped, and left to fetch a nurse. Gibbs moved closer to his son.
"How are ya, kiddo?" Gibbs asked him, crouching next to his head.
"Kinda tired," Harry admitted.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Not long."
"Why didn't you say something sooner?"
"You were talking, I didn't want to interrupt."
Gibbs laughed, and pulled the boy towards him. He held him tight, grateful to be able to do so.
"I'm all right," Harry spoke up.
Gibbs pulled back, and held Harry's face.
"You were out for a week and a half," he told the boy.
Confusion covered Harry's face.
"What happened?" he asked.
"There was an accident," he softly replied.
Images flashed before Harry's eyes. A man falling onto a steering wheel. The hood crumpling against a tree. Fire filling the entire area.
The image of his mother glued itself onto his eyelids.
"What happened to Mommy?" he gasped.
Gibbs' face fell.
He grabbed Harry's hand.
"Harry, your mother," he paused, trying to figure out what he was going to say. "She was really hurt in the accident. For a while, they weren't sure if she was going to make it."
Harry's eyes grew wide.
"She's stable now, but hasn't woken up yet," he quickly continued.
He sat in silence for a few moments.
"Is Kelly okay?" he slowly asked, as if he was scared of the answer.
"Yes, she's awake, and waiting for you to wake up," Gibbs told him.
Harry nodded.
"I hear someone's awake," a voice said from the doorway.
They both turned to see the doctor.
"How are you, Harry?" the man asked.
Harry glanced at Gibbs before answering.
"Okay. I'm kinda tired, but that's it."
"That's great, but we're still going to have to do some tests."
"Daddy said they aren't sure if Mommy's ever going to wake up," Kelly told to Harry.
They were lying next to each other in Harry's bed. There were no more machines around the bed. The doctors had said that he could go home the next day, Christmas eve.
"Why didn't Aunt Minnie do anything?" he replied.
"She did; she brought the nurse from Hogwarts, but she didn't bring her soon enough."
They fell into a short silence.
"What's going to happen if Mommy doesn't wake up?" Kelly whispered after a while.
"I don't know," Harry replied.
It wasn't long before Kelly fell asleep, leaving Harry to his thoughts.
He was scared. What if Shannon didn't wake up? He had already lost one mother; he didn't want to lose another, especially not one he had actually gotten to know.
"Mr. Weasley, I need to speak to you," Minerva said after walking up to the boy at breakfast.
The boy's eyes lit up, while his twin brothers started to tease him. He glared at them, and followed her out of the great hall.
"Can I go see him?" he asked as soon as they were through the doors.
"Yes," she replied. "But I need to inform you on a few things before you do."
Confusion crossed his face.
"What things?"
"I will tell you once we get to my office."
He sighed, and they walked the rest of the way in silence. She wasn't sure how she would tell the boy what he needed to know.
Eventually, they entered her office. For a moment, Minerva thought about sitting behind her desk, like she normally would. However, she decided against it, and, instead, sat in the second chair on the student side of her desk. This news wasn't something she should give across a desk.
"Is Harry alright, Professor?" Ron quietly asked.
"Yes, he woke up last night, and is fine. However, his mother and sister were also involved in the accident," she started. "His sister, Kelly, is fine, but his mother hasn't woken up yet."
"What do you mean, hasn't woken up yet?"
"The accident almost killed her. She isn't dead, but she isn't awake either. I'm telling you this so you can at least know what Harry is going through."
Ron nodded numbly.
She stood up, and grabbed the container of floo powder.
A few minutes later, she was leading the boy through the busy streets towards the hospital.
His eyes were wide as he took in everything around him.
"They're driving on the wrong side of the road," he whispered to her when they stepped out to the street.
"Americans drive on the right," she replied.
"Really? Weird," he commented.
He jumped when a cop car turned on its sirens right next to them, and started to race after another car.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Muggle cop. They are like aurors," she explained.
He continued to ask about everything he saw, and she patiently answered them. She wasn't used to the boy wanting to learn about anything.
Eventually, they made it to the hospital.
"This is a muggle hospital?" Ron questioned as his professor led him through the halls.
"Yes, Mr. Wealsey, and please try to be discreet," Minerva answered. They really should teach the purebloods more about muggle culture.
The boy nodded, and continued to look at the doctors as they moved around the halls.
Soon, they were outside of Harry's room. Minerva knocks quietly, then pushed to door open.
"I have someone here to see you," she said into the room.
"Okay," Harry's voice said from in the room.
She pushed the door open further, and let Ron through.
Ron looked around the room. It was white and clean, like the hospital wing. Two beds sat on either side of the window in the center of the wall opposite the door.
In one bed, a red headed girl sat cross-legged. She was watching the box that hung on the wall next to the door.
In the other bed, Harry was sitting against the headboard. He was grinning.
"Ron!" he cried.
Ron grinned as well.
"Hey, mate," he replied. "How are ya?"
"I'm fine," Harry waved the question off. "Ron, this is my sister, Kelly. Kelly, this is Ron, my best friend at Hogwarts."
The girl turned away from the box, and smiled at Ron.
"Hello," she said.
"Hi," Ron replied.
"I thought you said you would take care of the father?"
"I will."
"I thought you were going to take care of him before he returned."
"He was on military plane; nothing I can do."
"Then when will you get him?"
"In good time, señor."
The man laughed as his partner walked away. The Brit moved out of the bar as fast as possible, throwing looks at everything he laid eyes on. The other man turned towards the woman behind the counter.
"Uno más, pore favor."
"Why is he blue?" Ron questioned as he watched the boy on the TV screen.
"Dunno, that's just how they drew him," Harry shrugged.
"But it makes no sense," the redhead argued.
"It doesn't have to make sense, it's a cartoon. The dog practically talks to them," Harry laughed.
"If he doesn't get blue characters, watch this," Kelly laughed.
She changed the channel, and two small, furry animals started to run across the screen.
"Chip 'N Dale," Harry grinned.
Ron just stared as the chipmunks started to talk.
"But, but, they're animals," he eventually sputtered. The other two just laughed.
"Harry," Gibbs called from the kitchen. "How about you show Ron your room."
"Okay," Harry called back.
He grabbed the remote from Kelly, and turned the TV off. Ron jumped at the sudden lack of color.
"How did you do that?" he demanded.
"I'll explain later," Harry laughed.
He led the other two out of the living room, and up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, they walked to the end of the hallway, and through the last door.
The room inside was a decent size. The walls were white, but covered in posters, of both muggle and magic variety. The head of the bed stood under the window in the center of the opposite wall, with a dresser against its foot. A large trunk stood to one side of the bed, while a wardrobe and night stand stood to the other. A desk stood in the corner on the same wall as the door.
A sleeping bag and pillow stood next to the door.
"Well, that's it," Harry shrugged. "You wanna go watch a movie?"
"A what?" Ron questioned.
Harry just sighed, and led him back downstairs.
"What about Mouse Detective?" Kelly suggested. "It's set in London."
"Okay," Harry agreed.
"Are you sure you're willing to take all of them in?" Minerva questioned as she sat next to Gibbs, a cup of tea in her hands
"Why not? It'll be good for Harry to be with more people," he replied.
"The twins can be trouble makers," she warned him.
"Maybe I can straighten them out," he joked.
She gave him a stern look, and he sobered up.
"It's no problem. This house is going to be quiet enough," he told her.
The door to the living room opened, and they turned to see the kids walk in. Kelly and Harry smiled, while Ron froze.
"Professor McGonagall," he stammered.
"Hello, Mr. Weasley," she replied.
"Hey, Aunt Minnie," Kelly grinned. "What are you doing here?"
Ron's head snapped towards Harry, who visibly flinched.
"Aunt Minnie?" he mouthed.
"I'll tell you later," Harry quietly told him.
"I'm here to discuss something with your father, Kelly," Minerva told the girl.
"She will be bringing your brothers here for the holiday, Ron," Gibbs added.
"Really?" Ron perked up.
"Yes, but you will return to Hogwarts the day after Boxing Day," Minerva answered.
"When will they get here?"
"I will bring them tonight."
"Did you guys want anything?" Gibbs asked.
"We want to watch a movie," Harry replied.
Gibbs nodded, and Harry turned to Minerva.
"Will you be staying for Christmas, Aunt Minnie?" he asked.
"Of course," she replied, and Ron's face paled.
Gibbs chuckled.
"You should go get his brothers," he told her.
"I will not be long," she replied, as she stood up.
She left the room, with Gibbs right behind her. As soon as they left, Ron turned on Harry.
"Aunt Minnie?" he questioned. "You didn't tell me she's your aunt."
"Well technically, she isn't my aunt, she's my guardian," Harry shrugged.
"And you didn't tell me why?"
"Because of the way you are acting right now," he snorted. "I don't want people to think that I only get my grade because I know her, or ask me to get them a good grade."
Ron grimaced slightly; he had been thinking just that.
"Besides, Aunt Minnie didn't want me to tell anyone until I really knew them."
"But you really know me!" Ron argued.
"I've only known you for four months," Harry shot back.
Ron paused.
"But, we're best friends," he stuttered.
"Of course, but it's still only been four months. I would of told you eventually."
"You promise?"
"Of course, this isn't something I would of kept from my best friend forever."
Ron nodded, than grinned.
"When's supper?" he questioned.
"Not until Aunt Minnie gets back with your brothers," Kelly spoke up.
"How bout we watch the movie until then?" Harry suggested.
Without answering, Kelly stood up, and started to put the movie on.
"Wake up! Wake up!" a loud pitched voice cut through Harry's dream. It was accompanied by someone jumping on his bed.
He pulled his blanket over his head.
"It's Christmas! Get out of bed, butthead!" the voice continued. "Daddy said we can't open presents until everyone is up!"
Harry squinted at his torturer. He watched her bounce a few times, and then pounced. He caught her around her waist, and they both fell off of the bed.
"Wass'at?" a thick voice murmured from a sleeping bag on the other side of the bed.
A head of red hair poked up over the mattress.
"Merry Christmas, Ron," Harry grinned.
"Eh," the other boy groaned, and fell back to the floor.
Harry glanced at the clack that hung on his wall.
"Kel, it's five thirty," he whined.
"So," she shrugged.
"Wake me up in two more hours," he laughed.
"But you're up now," she commented. "C'mon, presents."
He stared at her.
"Go wake up Dad," he whispered. "I'll deal with Sleeping Beauty down there."
She grinned, and nodded. She quietly left the room, with Harry not far behind her. Kelly moved towards their parent's room, while Harry slipped into the bathroom.
He grabbed a cup, and filled it with water from the tap. He returned to his room, and climbed onto his bed. He stood over Ron, and slowly tipped the cup over.
"Bloody hell!" the red head yelped, and he jumped to his feet.
"Merry Christmas," he repeated.
Ron just stared at him.
"Why the hell did you do that?" he demanded.
"Do what?" Harry asked, innocently.
"Pour a bloody cup of water on me!"
"Oh, that. Kelly decided it's time to open presents."
"So you pour water on me?"
"Well, I don't have any food to wave under your nose."
Ron glared at him, but Harry just grinned.
"C'mon, you wanna help me wake up the twins?"
"Too late," a voice said from the doorway.
They turned to see the twins leaning on the doorway.
"Kelly already did," the second one added.
"Man," Harry groaned. "Oh well, did she wake up my dad?"
"Saw him walking towards the kitchen," one of them said.
"Think he was making breakfast," the other replied.
Ron instantly looked even more awake.
"Breakfast?" he questioned.
"Sure, we always have cinnamon rolls on Christmas," Harry shrugged.
"Let's go," Ron said.
He got to his feet, and quickly left the room. Harry and the twins followed closely behind.
Once they reached the kitchen, Ron watched as Gibbs put the pan of cinnamon rolls into the oven. Kelly was sitting on the counter, and Minerva was standing next to her.
Harry went to stand by them.
"Merry Christmas," he said to them.
"Nollaig Chridheil agus Bliadhna mhath ùr," the older woman replied, the Gaelic rolling off of her tongue with ease. (Marry Christmas and a Happy New Year.)
"When are they going to be ready?" Ron asked.
"In a few minutes," Gibbs replied. "How about we go open presents until they are?"
Their eyes grew wide, and they piled into the living room.
A large tree stood in one corner, with presents stacked underneath it. Ornaments and tinsel hung from the branches, and lights had been woven throughout.
Harry paused when he saw the tree. His mind flashed to the day he, Kelly, and their mom had decorated it.
It had been the day after Harry came home. Their mom had lit a fire in the fireplace while Harry and Kelly had pulled the Christmas boxes out of the garage. They had assembled the tree, newly bought because Shannon hadn't wanted to buy a real tree without Gibbs, and decorated it while various Christmas cassettes had played in the background. Finally, Kelly had stood on a chair to put the star on the top.
He was pulled from the memory when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Kelly looked at him with sad eyes. He pulled her into a hug.
"She's going to be okay," he whispered. He pulled back slightly. "Let's go open presents."
Harry put the picture in his hand back on his nightstand. It was from his first Christmas with the Gibbs. The family was sitting in front of a tall Christmas tree with wide smiles. Aunt Minnie had taken the picture and had made sure to give him a copy.
That had been his best Christmas ever. He had been surrounded by people actually cared for him, and had actually gotten gifts.
His mind turned to the Christmas that was just ending.
His gifts had been great. He had gotten a new soccer ball and a history book on the sport from Dean. Seamus had sent him some Irish candy, both muggle and magic. Ron had gotten him some magic comics, while his mother sent him some homemade fudge and a knitted green sweatshirt. Hermione had bought him some chocolate frogs, as had Neville.
He looked at the nightstand, where he had put a few of his presents. The small, charmed, wooden cat from Aunt Minnie had fallen asleep with its head on the flute Hagrid had carved for him. The flute had made him smile. He had met Hagrid a few weeks into the year, and they had become good friends. The note from Dumbledore saying that he would get his present at school lay under the Walkman his parents had bought him. Aunt Minnie had found a way for it to work at Hogwarts and Harry couldn't wait to introduce his friends to muggle music.
The Weasley's had left after lunch, and the Gibbs' had gone to the hospital.
She had been moved to a private room and they had just sat in it until visiting hours were over. Kelly and Harry had left to get some food at one point, and when they came back, they heard their father talking softly to her. They had left for a little longer after that.
He hated seeing her like that. He couldn't help but think that if he was just a bit stronger, she might have woken up; if his magic had shielded her just a little better, she would be fine. The guilt was getting to him more than anything else was. He had asked if he could stay home until she woke up, but neither Gibbs nor Aunt Minnie would let him. Both had told him that him staying wouldn't make her get better faster, just as him going wouldn't make her get better slower.
He drifted off with the thoughts running through his mind.
They went to the hospital every day until Harry left. On his last day stateside, he left a single pink tulip, her favorite flower, on her nightstand, and kissed her cheek.
"I'll be back soon, Mom," he whispered. "Please get better."
He held back tears as he walked out of her room. Minerva put a hand on his shoulder, and led him towards his family.
They quickly said their goodbyes, and the witch and wizard left.
"I thought I told you to deal with them," the man hissed.
"I will, señor. You must have patience."
"I have no need for patience. If you do not do something soon, I will find someone who will."
"Of course, señor."
Well, I don't think it terrible, but it's not the best either. I hope I will get more up soon, at least within two months.