𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇

Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty: Brigid, Celtic Goddess of Healing

"Oh god," he breathed, noticing his son, despite the blood covering him. "Scorpius."

There weren't many deaths suffered by the Order of the Phoenix. Both Charlie and Tonks had perished painlessly, having both received the Avada Kedavra early on in the night. Remus had been beaten pretty badly; he had pretty much decided that Greyback had won the battle between them. It was only Severus' curse that had saved him. Prior to that, Greyback had fed on a few of the DA members. Lavender Brown, Colin Creevey, Zacharias Smith and Dean Thomas (though Dean had survived the onslaught and was struggling for life in the medical wing) had all been attacked by the werewolf. The first three had also died. Fred had lost a leg, Julius was blind in his left eye, Ginny had several broken ribs and the state of her spine was in question and Ernie Macmillan would forever have a twitch from the constant Cruciatus Curses he had suffered under the 'playful' wands of the Carrows.

The death of Charlie and the condition of Ginny had the Weasleys in a state of shock. Ginny had been sent to the medical wing and was under Poppy's care, but she had been put into an induced coma so not to feel the intense pain. It was like she had been in a car crash where the seat belt was on too tightly and effectively crashed the front of her body. At first, Molly had cried herself ill when she had heard about Charlie's death. Remus, too, was more than a little upset over Tonks, despite his own injuries. Severus had him in bed, tending for his wounds as if he had lost several limbs. His home-made salve had never been used so much before. Even when the first week had passed and all Remus had left were some nasty cuts, Severus had been by his side constantly. He barely allowed the werewolf out of bed so that he could attend the funerals.

Tonks' funeral was the first one. She was buried in her family cemetery by her own parents, who sobbed the whole time. However, they were as proud as they ever could have been. Their daughter had given her life so that others could live in happiness.

The Weasleys tried to delay Charlie's funeral, hoping that Ginny would have been strong enough to see it. They wanted Ginny to be able to farewell her brother properly, like her siblings were. However, after the first five days, they realised she was still far too unstable to take her out of the coma and decided Charlie's body needed to be put to ground.

By the sixth day, things had settled. The Death Eaters found on the scene were sent to Azkaban. Bellatrix had killed herself before that had happened, having finding a way to strangle herself on the chains she was bound in.

Lucius and Severus were the only Death Eaters who escaped the life-long sentence to Azkaban. Albus vouched for Severus' integrity and Harry told the Wizengamot that Lucius and Narcissa had changed sides before Voldemort's downfall. He proved it with his own memories taken from a Pensieve. Besides, when the Great Harry Potter, the defeater of the Dark Lord Voldemort, said some guy was good, the public had no other choice than to believe him.

That trial was the only time Harry had willingly left the medical wing for he had a lecture ready for when Scorpius woke up. Despite the scare Harry and Draco had gone through, their son had made it. He might have been bloodied, broken and beaten, but he was alive.

Unfortunately, he was grounded until he was twenty, and both teens had it in mind to keep the grounding in place for when Scorpius was born that second time around.

Unlike Ginny, the boy's unconscious state wasn't magically induced. He had taken far too many kicks to the head as people moved in their battles after he had initially tripped and knocked himself out. The Invisibility Cloak hid him from the fighters who didn't see him as they ran. After a thorough investigation, Poppy concluded Scorpius had been tripped by a spell (which wasn't actually aimed at him), hit his head pretty hard in the fall since the hex broke both his legs and proceeded to receive kick after kick to every inch of his body. His skull was cracked, his ribs snapped so horribly that one of his lungs had been punctured, both his wrists were broken, along with half a dozen fingers, and it had taken her the week alone just to heal the several fractures and breaks in his legs. She had told his parents that he would need a cane for the rest of his life, just because of the damage to his right knee. His patella was shattered beyond magical reconstruction.