URGENT NOTE: Well I got round to the research I needed and some changes have been made to previous chapters. Draco's wife who was called Andrea is now called Asteria. George's wife is now Angelina. That is all. Ok? Sorry for that. ON TO CHAPTER 12: ST MUNGOS HOSTPIAL!!

Everything ached. Head, legs, stomach, arms, feet, hands. Everything. But even worst, he couldn't move.

He tried to twitch his fingers but it wouldn't go.

He tried to open his eyes, his mouth. No nothing.

What was even weirder though, was the fact that he could still see.

Well, see things, not really see.

All sorts of shapes and colours were floating around him, and people.

Many, many people. People he'd never seen before. The ones that stood out the most were three men who were grinning at him. The one on the left had glasses and messy black hair and the one on the right had mousy grey hair, and a few scars on his face.

Lastly the one in the middle. He had shoulder length wavy brown hair. He was grinning the widest.

He roared with laughter, "Well! If it isn't my third cousin, Scorpius! Gosh you look like your dad. And your grandad."

Scorp racked his brains. Third cousin?

Draco had never mentioned any third cousin before.

"Wha-" he began.

The man put his hand on Scorp's shoulder, "Don't worry about it son. It doesn't matter if you don't know me. It doesn't matter. I'm Sirus. Sirus Black. This is James and Remus."

The two other men waved merrily.

Scorp gasped, "James! James Potter! And Remus Lupin! You serious?"

James laughed, "Yes he is Sirus! He said that was his name didn't he!"

The two others roared with laughter. (A/N: haha I'm laughing too. Don't know why…)

Scorp laughed a bit too, but then stopped.

"But, if I'm here. And you're here. Then I'm…"

James shook his, "No. You are not dead. You are in a limbo world. Stuck between worlds, just like we are."

Scorp raised his head, "Why? Why haven't you moved on? Why haven't I moved on?"

Remus stepped forward, "I've had nineteen years to ponder on that, and I still only have a guess. I think the problem is that we haven't completed our purpose. Each human has a purpose and they are not supposed to die before they complete it. They won't die immediately after, it could be years. But if they complete it they are then…" Remus struggled for the words, "Allowed to cross over. But if they are killed before they do this, they come here."

Scorp's heart sank, "Then if you lot haven't found a way out, then I can't can I?"

Sirus sighed, "Probably not. I'm sorry."

Scorp nodded. He hadn't expected that he would be able to. He would miss Rose and Al, yes, but he could deal with it. After all he had all eternity here.

A sharp pain hit his chest. He yelled in pain.

Remus looked up, "What?"

"My chest hurt."

"WHAT?" yelled all three men, as they rushed over to him.

Sirus punched him in the arm.

"Ouch!"

James knocked him in the head.

"Hey! Stop!"

Remus kicked him in the shin.

"ARGH!"

Sirus aimed for a particular spot and Scorp leapt backwards.

"What in the name of Merlin are you lot doing?" he screamed.

They ignored him.

"He shouldn't feel pain," pondered Remus, "This is not right. Not right at all."

Sirus turned to Scorp and asked him something, but the words were slurred and Scorp couldn't hear them.

"What? Say that again please." He asked.

Sirus spoke again. Scorp shook his head. No sound had reached his ears.

Suddenly James was jumping up and down, pointing at Scorp's body.

Scorp looked down. He was fading!

The men clapped and yelled something but Scorp couldn't hear, he could barley even see it. His vision was blurring, the men were swirly, becoming grey and finally they disappeared into the black. The last thing he saw was Sirus stuffing something into Scorp's hand, before he was falling.

Down. Down. Down.

Everything ached. Head, legs, stomach, arms, feet, hands. Everything. But this time he could move.

He groaned and his eyes flittered open.

"Water," he rasped.

There was no one there. No. Wait. There was an old grey haired woman was crouched in a chair in the corner.

"Water," he rasped again.

The woman stirred but did not wake.

Scorp looked around. It was obviously a hospital room. Thankfully there was a jug of water beside his bed. He reached for it. Grabbed, fumbled, let go. The jug felt to the ground and smashed.

The woman woke with a start.

"Arthur! I kept telling you, STOP MESSING WITH THAT DAMN CAR!"

She blinked, then realise that Scorp was not this Arthur.

She gasped, "Scorpius dear! Thank God you're awake! We were so worried. Let me just go get the Healer."

She ran off, and everything disappeared again.

"I can't believe he wouldn't even come for his own son!"

"Calm down. Ron and Dad have gone to talk to him. I'm sure he'll come round…"

"That stubborn git! I bet he's ashamed Scorpius saved Rose. Stupid Mother fucking-"

"Shah! He could wake at any moment."

"Sorry dear."

This time Scorp managed to open his eyes. To see James Potter, no not that James Potter, the other one, pacing around the room.

"James?" rasped Scorp.

James jumped a mile, "Scorp! You're okay! That's great! Great! Super. Wonderful! Err… Do you want anything?"

"Water," rasped Scorp, still irritated from his dream, where a house elf was dangling a bucket of water above his head, and he couldn't reach it.

James poured Scorp a glass and helped him drink it.

Scorp motioned for more.

He drank until he was well enough to sit up and pour by himself.

James seated himself down in the chair next to the bed, quietly waiting until Scorp had finished the entire mug, plus another one James had refilled for him.

"Listen, Scorp," he began, "I'm sorry. I was wrong about you. I shouldn't have-" he broke off. Scorp understood how hard this must have been to say, but James continued on. "I shouldn't have made fun of you. You're a good person. Thankyou for saving Rose."

Scorp nodded, "Is she okay?" he already knew the answer, but it was good to have someone say it out loud.

James, however, didn't get a chance before the person in question, plus a few extras, burst into Scorp's previously quiet hospital room.

Rose, followed by Al, Lily, Hugo and Fred, crashed into the room, all speaking at once,

"Scorp! I was so worried!"

"Mate how could you!? How dare you! George is going to kill you!"

"Thankyou! Thankyou. Thankyou!"

"And then you weren't there anymore, and there was a huge crash!"

Scorp groaned, and pulled the sheets over his head. Thankfully they stopped.

"Scorp, " whispered Rose.

"Yea what?"

"Thankyou."

He resurfaced, "Don't mention it."

Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she seemed like she was about to speak, but she was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Harry stood in the doorway. "All right kids. I want a word with Scorpius. In private. Out. Out."

The kids dragged themselves from the room, moaning and carrying on.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." Was all Harry had to say.

Scorp peered at him, wondering what to say.

Harry beat him to it. "First of all I'd like to say thankyou, Scorpius. You saved the Weasley family another loss. You have no idea how much that means to us." Scorp nodded. "Secondly, I'm very sorry your father did not come. He's being, if you don't mind me saying, a bit of a git. And, well I suppose Ron and Arthur going to your house and demanding he come, didn't really help."

Scorp didn't know what the say. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had tried to help him. Him. Of all people. He clenched him hands. It was only then he noticed that he had something in his left hand. An envelope. On the front scrawled in black ink were the words, Harry Potter.

Scorp lifted the letter, "Sir. I think this is your's."

Harry took the letter, startled.

Recognition plastered his face for a second, before he became calm again.

"Scorpius, Thank you. Thank you very, very much." He turned to leave, then spoke once more, "By the way would it been alright with you to spend Christmas with us? Your father didn't seemed to keen for you to come home, and you can't go back to school. It's being repaired."

Scorp nodded, "Thank you sir."

Harry smiled, "Great. The Healers said you can leave tomorrow, so we'll just take you straight to the burrow then."

"Tomorrow?" gasped Scorp.

Harry looked confused, "Yes, is there something wro-" then he realised, "Oh…"

Scorp looked stricken, 'HOW LONG WAS I OUT FOR?!"

But Harry was already gone, fleeing from what would be a very, very hard thing to explain.

A/N:

Tehehe. Welcome back everyone. Have a good holiday? Once again I apologise for the cheesiness (in this one it was the 'complete your purpose' bit.) but it's necessary for an even cheesier bit later. I'M SORRY! I hope you enjoy this one (even if I personally think it's horrible, but as my err friend (?) Ann (JOKES! JOKES! DON'T KILL ME ANN!) says I'm a bit hard on myself) Well I hope YOU lot enjoy it. Have fun.

Oh and by the way two things have come up in the reviews. 1. How come the format looks like everything is a new paragraph? Answer; I have no idea. I'm working on it don't worry. 2. How come Scorp can use his Gazing without touching people? Answer; Cause he turned 11, the age of magical maturity, so his magic is now completely formed (but that doesn't mean he can handle it, magic or Gazing)

Oh and I'm also sorry for skipping huge chunks of time, but I need to. I'm not writing a book here people.

Next chapter: Christmas with the Crazys, I mean Weasleys/Potters.