Luke opened his eyes and they automatically fell on Mary's face. She was healed of all bruises and cuts and she was alive and beautiful. He had never left her side from the moment she collapsed in his arms in the forest to the day, which he soon learnt was Christmas. Mary's parents, Sarah and Malcolm McDonald, had come into St. Mungo's every chance that they got and they tried to convince Luke to go home to his own family. He always denied, saying things like "I want to be here when she wakes up," and "I want to know her test results when they come in." So he stayed with her day and night. He often read out loud from one of his Herbology books or just talked to her about random things. He wanted her to reply. He wanted to tell her that he was sorry. He wanted to tell her that he loved her. When he thought she had moved she never woke up.
Her parents came in around lunch; each holding a different type of plant that they set next to the Screechsnap Luke had given her the night before they had fought. He stood up and respectively shook Mr. McDonald's hand and hugged Mrs. McDonald back when she pulled him into a hug.
"Go home, son. You should spend Christmas with your own family." Mr. McDonald said with a soft smile. "We appreciate that you have been looking after her, but you look warn out."
Luke shakes his head. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm going to stay for a while longer if it is okay with you."
"Of course, honey. As long as your parents are okay with it too, you can stay as long as you want." Mrs. McDonald replied before moving to sit next to her daughter's side.
"Her healer came by last night and said that her tests had finished and they have the results. I told her to wait for you." Luke said and turned around when a St. Mungo's healer walked up.
"And wait I did," she said with a kind smile. "You two have a fighter. Not many people who come in are able to survive what she did. It is just a matter of waiting for her to wake up in her own time, but she will live. Our tests showed us that she not only experienced the physical abuse, but mental as well. She was put under both the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse multiple times. They also showed us that she was pregnant-"
"Pregnant?" Luke interrupts and glances down at his girlfriend.
"Was…The amount of pain and stress her body went through she had an early miscarriage. She only carried the baby a week or two at most."
"Do you know what will happen to Mulciber?" He asked. He had to hold onto the foot of Mary's bed to keep from shaking with anger.
"At this point they had nothing on him. From what I know, Mr. Potter and Mr. Black had brought Mr. Mulciber back beat up and hexed, so he keeps going on about saving her from you three. Mary is the only sound evidence they will have against who actually did this and there is a big chance that she will not remember any of it even happening."
"That explains why they are the only two who haven't come to visit her. They aren't allowed too." He laughed darkly before letting go of the bed and shaking them slightly to get the blood running again. "What about me? I haven't left her side."
"They figure they can rule you out as a suspect because if you wanted to hurt her you wouldn't have brought her back to the school."
'Lucky me,' he thought to himself as he gazed down at Mary's face. Her parents took over the conversation with the Healer, but he wasn't listening. He wanted her to wake up.