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Chapter 21

January 21st

Harry- 5 months 3 weeks

Fred's POV

"Ophelia! He isn't getting better at all!" My husband whisper-shouts right outside of our sleeping son's room. "I know I know, sadly he only seems to be getting worse" she mutters mostly to herself as I stare at his closed door.

"He's dying..." I whisper to myself but the bickering between them goes quiet. I look at the two and they are both staring at me with sad expressions. "He's going to be okay!" George shouts now starting to get angry.

"Please Georgie he's sleeping" I whisper looking frantically between both. His angry face soon freezes as he looks to the ground embarrassed that he had lost his cool once again.

"I-I I'm sorry" he stutters mostly looking at Ophelia her expression was calm, but I swear I could see a hint of sadness in her eyes I just don't know. "No, you're right he's going to be okay" she smiles walking towards the door.

Quickly we open the door, seeing the child duck under the covers. "He heard all of that didn't he" I whisper to George who just stares at the floor. "And how are you feeling?" She asks her voice still sounding airy and light.

He turns on to his back and just stares at her his eyes lidded struggling to keep them open. He was too weak to answer his skin almost tinted purple. Taking her wand from her pocketed skirt she turns back to us. "I must concentrate you will have to stay silent please" she chuckles tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Setting her wand on the bed she shoves her hands into her pockets pulling out some of her lucky stones and charms.  Placing them around Asher's body in a somewhat spaced-out circle.
"What is she doing" George whispers and I just shrug my shoulders watching. Each stone she places her arm shakes a little more. Is she scared? "Ophelia, what are you doing exactly?" I ask a bit guilty because I knew I was interrupting her.

"Oh, just something that will hopefully make him feel better" she laughs a bright smile on her face making me feel a bit better. I put a hand over my mouth quieting myself as she looked happily at the display around them.

Quickly going back to her wand she circles Asher's body three times before swinging her wrist in a familiar motion mumbling words that I'm pretty sure wasn't anything I knew, yet I still felt like I had heard them before.

Rubbing my temple I look over to George who was staring at her with a confused expression his mouth hung open. I tug at his shirt and he looks at me quickly snapping his mouth shut.

I slide onto the floor and he follows letting my head lay on his shoulder a bit because I was lazy. Rubbing my tired and red eyes I turn my gaze back to my sick child.  I love Asher so much he's brought me so much joy.

I remember the endless nights we would spend constantly checking on him to make sure he was still breathing.  The day he started to crawl I bawled my eyes out.   He was almost 2 and he randomly started pulling himself around. After months and months of Atlas dragging him around.

All these memories and all the work we put into raising the child of our dreams... I don't want to lose him... I can't lose him.  I love Asher so much he's our bubba we promised to protect him and love him forever.

I want him to see his 16th birthday... I want him to get married! Have kids of his own... if he gets taken away from us....  forever, I will love him forever, but I want him to be here loving me back.

Bringing a hand to my cheek I wipe the tears falling down my face. George had his eyes fastened on the sight in front of us.  I slowly go back to focusing on the pair; my eyes widen at the unusual, yet still familiar view.

Different shades of green and black orbs circle the room mostly green. They tear apart slowly becoming smaller and smaller until they seem to disappear.  "S-she did this to him when-"  "when he was just a baby" I finish his thought as we both stare in awe.

"Do you think it will work" the hope clearly heard in my voice.  "I hope so" he whispers not taking his eyes off the sight in front of him.  "We both do" I sigh George nodding in agreement.  My leg was bouncing in anticipation waiting for the results.

If this works, why didn't she use it before? So much was going through my mind, but at the moment I just wanted to see our bubba smiling again. I wanted to hear his cute giggle. Hear him say his adorable little fiddlesticks saying.  Watch the way he plays and gets along with the toddlers, or how he can talk about literally anything with Harry.

Poor Harry was just as devastated as everybody else.  Him being pregnant and all really wasn't helping. Atlas.... the poor boy just seems terrified I know we always joked about them being together, but we aren't that stupid... I think almost all of us can tell they have fallen for each other.

I want bubba to experience so much more of life... please don't take him away from me. Dropping my arms I squeeze myself watching the orbs dance around the room. If I remember right... they were like the sickness/disease in his body the smaller they get showed them being killed off.

So as I watched the amount in the air slowly... ever so slowly get smaller the flicker of hope in my heart started to ignite. My eyes racing to look between each germ staring at intensely like I myself would make it disappear.

Once it finally did split for the last time completely gone from sight I moved on to the next one hoping to kill them all off with my menacing glare. The room becomes clearer and I let out a random noise of amazement? When the orbs just completely disappear.

With a few coughs, Ophelia blinks rapidly stumbling backwards her wand coming to her side. "I tried my very hardest" she mumbles the smile on her face giant as she rubbed her sore eyes. "What exactly just happened!" We ask looking at each other before giving her a confused glance.

"I destroyed quite a bit of the illness that was spreading, so if I'm correct he will wake up in a few days like he normally does happy and semi-healthy" she giggles the color coming back to her face.

"R-really?" I stutter looking at the child I was pretty sure I was going to lose. She nods tears forming in her eyes. "I- thank you!" I shouted jumping up to hug her. She hugs back before I'm pulled out of her arms by George who was now sobbing while thanking her.

She smiles backing away and wiping her own tears.   We watch silently as she gathers her crystals, charms, and stones leaning over one last time to hug the sleeping boy.  The color was also returning to his face even though it wasn't much considering how pale he is.

"Goodbye sweet child I hope to see you healthy again" she whispers putting the herbs in her bag.  I exchange a look to George who just shrugged wiping his own tears away. 
 
"Would you like to stay and have something to eat" "or drink!?" Georgie adds both of us nodding... she has done so much for this family.   "I-I would love to, but I really need to go visit my son now" she stutters but it turns into a giggle.

"Wait! You have a son!?" We both shout in utter amazement we have known this woman for... I quickly count my fingers giving up when I realize I don't have enough... wait Atlas! 16 years!  Maybe more I don't know- I hate math!

"Yes adopted, but I still love him like my own" she smiles wiping a stray tear from her eye. "Oh well we would love to meet him some time" George added as I nodded agreeing with him. "I'll be sure to tell him that!" She cheered pulling her bag over her shoulder.

The smile always on her face as she took a long look at Asher. "I think I'll stop and check on Harry for a quick minute," she thinks out loud tapping her chin. "Has he been doing better?" Ophelia turns asking us. We both simultaneously nod.

"Atlas has helped their whole family a lot!" We both agree, the smile on Ophelia's face not fading but her head tilts to the side in a worried manor.  "I swear that child is an Angel in disguise... I just hope he isn't keeping his own feeling to himself" she adds her voice full of concern.

"I hope he knows he can talk to us"

  "Of course anytime!"
 
"Maybe you two should remind him of that?"