"OW!"

A yelp of pain awoke the slumbering family.

Harry was half sitting up in his bed, his glasses still on the table. His face was contorted in pain as he gripped his side. Ginny jumped up.

"Harry, lie back down, you're not fully healed yet," she ordered while lightly pushing him back into the pillows.

He looked up at her. Though his vision was blurry from the absence of his glasses, he recognized her immediately.

"Gin?" His words slurred slightly.

She smile and kissed his forehead.

"I'm here, Harry."

"Where are…?" His voice trailed off as his eyes scanned the room and he noticed three more people around him. Ginny grabbed his glasses and handed them to him.

"Thanks."

"Dad!" Lily cheered. Harry turned toward her with a small smile.

"Hey, Lil," he greeted.

"How are you feeling, Dad?" James asked.

Harry paused. His eyes scanned the rest of the room now that he could see properly. His mind was jumbled.

"What happened?"

Ginny sat down on his mattress looking at him seriously.

"Harry, dear, what's the last thing you remember?"

Harry thought for a minute, and he wished he didn't have to. His brain seemed to be working slower than usual. Then his memories slowly came to him. His face fell.

"Greyback," he growled.

"Yes… we found you in the sitting room when we got back," Ginny added, sadly.

Harry looked nervous.

"Wait… so, did all of you-?"

"We saw, Dad," James answered in a low voice. Harry looked over at his son, his heart breaking.

"I'm sorry. I never wanted you guys to see something like that."

James hitched up a smile, though.

"Hey, as long as you're okay, so am I."

Harry smiled back.

"How long have I been out?" he asked, turning back to his wife.

She looked at the clock before answering.

"About a day, I'd say. It's almost 11 am."

Harry grunted and tried to sit up, again.

"Harry, you need to lie down," Ginny repeated firmly.

"I'd like to look at my children properly, if that's alright with you," he said smirking.

Lily took this opportunity and ran the few feet to the bed.

"Here, Daddy! I got you this! I thought it might make you feel better." She held up the blanket. Harry beamed at his daughter.

"Awe. Thank you, Lily." He spread it out over his lap to look at the dragon soaring around the boarder of the picture.

"I love it," he chuckled. With one arm, he reached out, pulled his daughter to his side in a one armed hug and kissed the top of her head.

"Are you hungry, Dad?" James offered. "You haven't eaten in a while. I can grab you something, if you'd like."

"Actually, I am rather hungry. I'll take whatever you get."

With a proud smile, James swept out of the room.

Harry's eyes momentarily rested on Albus who was still in his seat and appeared to be avoiding his gaze. He noted that he had dark circles around rather bloodshot eyes.

Has he slept at all? Harry wondered.

He was about to speak when Ginny broke his train of thought by explaining the extent of Harry's injuries. Harry only half listened. He remembered well how badly he was hurt and was glad that his family was safe.

He knew he would tell Ginny later, but he didn't want anyone else to know the Greyback's original intention when arriving at the house.

As he suspected, the group of werewolves have been unhappy and restless since Voldemort fell. They had free reign with him in charge. Since Harry defeated him, they have been hunted and imprisoned. When they had finally escaped, he figured he would go into a frenzy of attacking innocent people, but he didn't. He remained silent, patient, waiting for the perfect moment. He had always assumed that he would try and seek vengeance by attacking him… but it wasn't him they were after.

Harry remembered in detail of what Greyback said after he had finally taken down his companions. Greyback didn't want Harry… he wanted his children. Even if it was just one of them, Greyback wanted his favorite kind of victim. "Young flesh." Harry's heart pounded with rage at the thought of his children in danger. Though his speed had dropped due to his broken ribs and ankle, he retaliated with the rage of protective father. He fought harder and harder trying to block out the images of his kids suffering, but it became an unfortunate distraction as well.

Harry didn't notice the spell cast at the tree, which exploded, knocking him back where he hit his head on the coffee table, leaving his side open. Then it hit him like a blazing dagger. Greyback never thought much of a "clean kill". He always preferred a lingering fight, a lasting struggle for his victims. As his own blood gushed out from between his fingers and his head throbbed horribly, he slashed his wand forcing thick ropes around Greyback. He fought hard, but the long thick rope practically clung to him, like a fly caught in a spider-web. Harry was already losing strength at this point. He had to stop Greyback somehow. Barely aware of what he was doing, his vision blurring, his wand shook upwards around Greyback's throat. If he could just hold him off for a few more seconds, he could run to the fireplace for help. His strength was failing him. He couldn't even see Greyback had turned rather blue and fell to his knees. Harry couldn't think straight. When Greyback fell back on the floor, he tried to turn to the fireplace, but everything became hazy. He had no energy to cast a Patronus to warn Ginny. The last thing he remembered was hearing a familiar BANG outside the house followed by the screeching of tires on the road.

"Harry?"

He snapped his head up, breaking out of his thoughts.

"Sorry."

"Do you have a headache, Dad?" Lily asked innocently. "There's a bottle of headache medicine here."

Harry smiled and took the bottle.

James came back with Healer Jorkinson and a lot of food. To keep the mood cheerful, Harry asked them to tell him about how their term at Hogwarts was while they ate. He continually looked at Albus, hoping he would say something, but not a word was uttered.