The moment they arrived at St. Mungo's, Healers were waiting.
Dr. Stevan pushed through the chaos, his robes already stained with potions from previous emergencies. "Move! Get him to the fourth floor, now!" He wasn't wasting a second. "What happened to him?"
"Bellatrix," Kingsley said grimly, his face hard with resolve. "And the others who helped torture the Longbottoms."
Stevan nodded once and moved with practiced efficiency, taking in the scene. He turned his focus back to Harry. His pulse was weak, his skin cold and clammy. The once vibrant, defiant boy was now barely hanging on, his body a shell of what it once was.
"We need to stabilize him now." Stevan's voice was steady but his eyes betrayed the concern building inside him. He pressed a magical device to Harry's chest, assessing his vitals. "We're losing him."
Hermione and Ron stepped aside, barely able to stand as they watched the Healers work over Harry, their voices a blur of medical terms they didn't understand. They clung to each other, desperate for some sign that Harry was going to be okay.
Stevan quickly called for a Blood-Replenishing Potion and a Potion for Mind Restoration, but he wasn't sure if either would be enough. "He's had a lot of damage done. Physically, emotionally... I'll need a few hours to make sure he's stabilized before we can do any more."
Hermione took a step forward, but Ron held her back gently. He knew there was nothing they could do right now, no magic, no words, nothing to change the outcome. The waiting felt like torture, but it was all they had.
Meanwhile, the battle raged on outside St. Mungo's, but Bellatrix was already taken into custody.
The moment she regained consciousness, Aurors restrained her in chains, her magical powers momentarily suppressed by a combination of spells and anti-Apparition wards. Her furious screams echoed through the halls as she was dragged to a secure holding cell.
"You'll pay for this, Potter!" she hissed, her eyes wild. "You'll all pay!"
Kingsley stood over her, cold fury in his eyes. "Not today, Bellatrix. You'll answer for what you did to him."
"Don't think this is over!" Bellatrix spat, her voice seething with venom. "You can't stop the Dark Lord forever! You think you've won? We'll make sure Potter's mind is broken just like we did to the Longbottoms!"
Her threats fell on deaf ears as she was shoved into the cell, and the door slammed shut behind her with a resounding clang.
"Lock her down." Kingsley's voice was unwavering. "She's not going anywhere."
Back inside the fourth floor,Harry's condition was critical. His body was still cold to the touch, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. The Healers were working tirelessly, administering potions and spells to stabilize him, but it was a long road ahead.
Dr. Stevan watched closely, occasionally casting diagnostic spells. "We've managed to stabilize his vitals for now, but his mind… we'll need more time."
Hermione stood by Harry's side, her hand resting gently on his. The sound of his labored breathing was the only thing that kept her grounded.
"I'm here, Harry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "We're here. You're not alone."
Ron was pacing near the door, his face a mix of concern and anger. "Bellatrix…" he muttered to himself, clenching his fists. He wanted to do more, but he couldn't. Not yet.
As the night dragged on, the Healers continued their work, monitoring Harry's progress carefully. Stevan had warned them that it would take time for the effects of Bellatrix's torture to wear off both the physical and mental damage was extensive.
The moments of silence between the spells felt like hours, each second dragging on as they waited for any sign that Harry would recover.