24 March, Saturday, 0432 GMT

"I thought we'd find you in here," Madame Pomfrey said as the younger wizard stirred. She waved her wand over the child, casting a cooling spell.

Draco sat back in his chair as he looked up at the old mediwitch. All around Draco, the others stirred. Harry nodded up at his wife as she placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Hermione?" Draco asked attempting to stand.

"She's in Recovery right now," Madame Pomfrey said nodding at him to sit back down. "She'll be there for another hour or so until her condition stabilizes."

"How is she?" Narcissa Malfoy asked about her daughter-in-law.

Madame Pomfrey blew out a breath. She nodded at the younger red-headed mediwitch.

"She has several abrasions to the arms and contusions to the neck and abdomen," Madame Pomfrey began. "Five broken ribs on her left and six on her right side. These injuries probably led to both lungs being punctured."

"She was in bad shape when you guys brought her in," Ginny continued the medical report. "We had to drain the fluid from her lungs. Her left clavicle, the collarbone, was fractured, due to a forcible blow, close to where the knife puncture wound was located."

"She lost a lot of blood," the older mediwitch said. "But with the help of the anti-potion Severus was able to synthesize, we were eventually able to stop the bleeding completely. The effects of the Dagger of Irses are usually irreversible."

"She'll be sore for quite a while," Ginny said. "She'll need some time for her bones to heal and her lungs to inflate fully; probably a couple of weeks if …"

Draco looked at her wide-eyed. Ginny didn't want to finish the sentence. She took a deep breath as Harry squeezed her hand.

"She's in a medical coma, right now," Madame Pomfrey continued. "It affords the body the chance to recuperate peacefully. She'll need it.

"She suffered ten Cruciatus curses," Madame Pomfrey said.

"Ten?" Draco cried. "I hit her with one."

"There were four within the hour that she was brought here," Ginny said, as she looked at the medical report in her hands. "Six more within two hours of being attended."

"Kellen," Draco said bolting upwards as he looked at Harry. Harry stood up as well, putting Draco in a bear hug before the blonde wizard could leave the room. There were several gasps amongst the others. Draco struggled for a moment before crying into the scarred wizard's shoulder.

Draco finally allowed Harry to bring him back to his seat. Harry looked Draco straight in the face. Draco nodded his thank you to him.

"I've seen bigger brutes crumble from that unforgiveable curse, Draco," Madame Pomfrey began as she knelt down in front of the former Slytherin. She took Draco's hands into hers. "Hermione's the strongest person I've had come through this hospital wing."

Everyone actually laughed at that. Draco finally joined in.

"She'll be alright, right?" he asked looking at the veteran mediwitch.

"We're going to see her through this," she answered as she stood up. She squeezed his shoulder.

She nodded at Ginny before she continued. Ginny handed her the medical file. Madame Pomfrey blew out a breath.

"Dr. Masterson's bringing Dr. Alistaire in on Monday," the older witch said softly.

"Dr. Alistaire?" Draco gulped, his chest heaved. He shook his head, understanding what a visit from the OB/GYN could mean.

"She's bringing a sonogram machine with her," Ginny said. "We won't know how much the trauma has affected … the fetus until we can do an ultrasound."

Draco blinked his eyes quickly, trying to quell tears. "She didn't tell me," he said, looking at the ginger-haired witch.

"She was going to tell you on Wednesday, Draco," Mrs. Malfoy said softly getting out of her bed, which was slightly difficult with her injured ankle. She stood in front of her son. All heads including Draco's turned to her. She continued, "She was five weeks along."

"She wanted it to be a surprise," Ginny said. Draco looked at Harry who shrugged not having any knowledge of Hermione's pregnancy.

"She didn't say anything," he said again putting his arms around his mother's waist as he cried. Mrs. Malfoy patted his back, trying to comfort him.

She knelt down, hugging her son. "Everything is going to be fine, Draco." All he could do was nod.

"Well," Madame Pomfrey said, nodding at Mrs. Malfoy. "I think we all need a few hours of rest. And that's not a request, Draco. Doctor's orders."

Mrs. Malfoy turned her son's chin up to her. She nodded at the young man. He nodded. He stood up and helped his mother back into her hospital bed.

"Come on, Draco," Harry said. "I'll help you to your room."

Draco went quietly with his former nemesis. Ginny and Madame Pomfrey exited the elder Malfoys' room. Mr. Malfoy extended his hand out to his wife who squeezed it reassuringly as if to reaffirm what she had said to Draco.

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