The five of them walked down the hall of the Fourth Floor and stopped before a door. James and Albus recognized it as the same door that was open hours ago when they first arrived. Healer Jorkinson looked at them and spoke quietly.

"Now, we'll have to be quiet. Until he fully recovers, he's going to need a lot of rest. He may be a bit confused and disoriented when he wakes up, so you'll have to be patient with him. He'll also be quite sore for the next few days."

When they all nodded, she slowly opened the door. A number of rooms in St. Mungo's were built for multiple patients, but this one, at least, had only one bed with only one occupant.

Harry was lying motionless under the covers on the hospital bed. His face was quite pale with a few remaining scratches on his cheek and neck. Albus thought it was strange that he felt so much relief in just seeing his father's chest rise and fall with each deep breath he took. His glasses were set on the table next to the bed. If anything, it looked as though he was simply sleeping.

The kids quietly rushed passed their mother and the healer to their father's bedside. Lily took his hand in hers, the blanket still under her arm. James pulled one of the chairs in the room closer to the bed and sat down in it. Albus stood at the foot of the bed and slowly lowered himself onto the mattress.

Ginny turned to Martha.

"The men who attacked him were the escaped werewolves. Was there any… contamination?"

Albus' head whipped around, but Martha shook her head.

"We found no trace of werewolf saliva in any of his wounds. They didn't bite him, but it seems like they tried. The major problem was the dark magic that caused the deep split in his side. Wounds inflicted by dark magic hinder some of our best spells and potions. It prevented us in stemming the flow of blood and closing the cut for a while."

"Yes, Hermione and I wondered if that was the case, because it hardly responded to our spells either," Ginny commented.

"It was likely due to blood loss that he lost consciousness." Martha amended.

"What about his other injuries?" Ginny persisted.

"Well, he did have some broken bones here and there, but they were inflicted manually, as I understand it. We fixed those as soon as the wound on his side was attended to. The other healers told me the room he was found in was practically destroyed, is that right?"

"Yes."

"I see. The only other thing of note was a mild concussion, which we were able to attend to quickly enough. Though it isn't a problem anymore, it will likely be the cause of his possible confusion when he wakes up."

"Thank you. How long until his side is fully healed?"

"To be safe, I'd say about a week. He'll need to take regular doses of a Blood Replenishing Potion for the next two days and we'll need to check his bandages later today. After his final dose of the potion, he should be fine to return home. Speaking of which, have the Aurors taken them into custody?"

"Yes, Ron called the Auror office after you lot and they came just before the kids and I left. Hopefully they can get some of that cleaned up as well." Her face fell as she remembered the scene. It was clear that she didn't want to see it again.

"I'm sure they will," Martha added with an encouraging smile. "Is there anything else I can do? Can I get you anything? You must be tired."

Ginny shook her head. Martha nodded, patted Ginny on the arm and left.

Ginny closed the door behind her. She made her way to the chair opposite James. She looked at his glasses on the table beside her. They were cracked with a small speck of blood on them. She picked them up, tapped them with her wand, and they were good as new.

James looked up at his mother, opened his mouth to speak, paused and closed it again.

The family sank into a comfortable silence as Harry rested. After about an hour, Ginny noticed that it was already 2 am. James leaned his head on his hands, fighting heavy eyelids. Albus had sank to the floor next to the bed leaning against the bedframe, his eyes unfocused. Lily was already dozing off against the mattress, still holding Harry's hand.

"Children," Ginny whispered. The boys looked up at her, but Lily just gave a sleepy moan. "What if I were to ask Healer Jorkinson if you could use the Floo Network here to get to the Burrow? You're all clearly tired and we can bring you back in the morning af-"

"Mum," James interrupted as quietly and politely as he could, "I'm not going anywhere."

Ginny looked over at Albus, who shook his head. Lily merely tightened her grip on her father's hand. Ginny nodded, defeated.

It wasn't long after that that all three children fell asleep. Ginny smiled. She waved her wand and another chair appeared beside her. She focused as much as her tired mind would let her and transfigured it into a squashy love-seat. Then, she gently picked up her youngest child and laid her down on its cushions. After slipping the blanket away from her loose grip, she draped the blanket over her.

Their mother then walked around the bed and found Albus still sitting up against the bed. There was a pause as she looked at him. Albus' face was twitching slightly, though he was clearly still asleep. He moaned slightly but did not wake. Her heart sank as she came to the conclusion that yesterday's events might still be haunting him.

She bent down and touched his shoulder and was shocked when he thrashed away from her, his eyes wide open and a small gasp escaping his lips.

"Albus!" she whispered urgently still reaching towards him.

Comprehension slowly grew in his young tired eyes and he relaxed.

"Come on."

She carefully ushered him to his feet and summoned another chair for him. She was about to transfigure it when he slumped down onto it. He grabbed his coat, which was still on the floor and threw it over himself like a blanket.

"Are you alright?"

"Fine," he answered stiffly. Only after he said it did he realize how rude it must have come across.

Ginny lightly stroked his hair for a minute and kissed his forehead.

"Everything's going to be alright, I promise."

He simply nodded.

She then moved to her eldest son. His head lolled onto his shoulder as he snoozed. She grabbed his coat and draped it over him as well.

When she took her place back in her seat, she saw Albus was still awake. This concerned her. He was clearly exhausted. Perhaps the dream he had disturbed him more than she originally thought. Her gaze then shifted to her husband, resting peacefully. Her own exhaustion seemed to have caught up with her, for not long after that, she too fell asleep.