Potters And The Next Generation

After The Recovery

Disclaimer: THIS IS A PIECE OF FAN-FICTION, DERIVED FROM THE ORIGINAL WORKS OF HARRY POTTER SERIES BY J.K. ROWLING.

Albus

This feeling. What was this feeling? It was exhilarating and exhausting. My whole body felt like it'd been petrified yet I had energy to wake soon. I knew I was sleeping. I could feel it inside how every single bone and muscle under my skin was resting but I wanted to get up. I wanted to see dad and ask him if he was happy that I killed that snake. I wanted to see mum and see if she were proud of me or worse, scared. I wanted to know. I had to.

Maybe James would be jealous yet happy that I did it?

"Albus?" A faint voice. I knew it was Dad. I pushed past the darkness to eye that face. I hope he is proud of me. I thought as I let the light hit my sight, "Hey."

Dad's face hovered at a distance.

"Hey, dad." I wished I was grinning. I hoped I was. Dad gave a very faint, stiff smile, one I never expected to get from him.

"Hey, how are you?" He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing under his skin.

"A little headache." I mumbled, moving my hand and touching my forehead, slightly gasping at the touch of gauze against gauze.

"Yeah, you must've put too much pressure during the final blow and snapped your wrist. However, just a couple of days and it'll be back to normal." He assured.

"Hmm. Where is everyone?" I looked around the large white room with a couch in one corner along with a glass table.

"The kids went back to Hogwarts." He sat by my hip on the bed, "I forced your mother to stay at home. It's least to say that she hates me at the moment." He pursed his lips.

"Dad did I do good?" I gulped, suddenly feeling a heaviness in my chest.

"Son, you couldn't have done it better." He nodded, "Just rest for now. I'll take you home tonight, you can stay till Monday and then back to school."

"Okay." I blinked and groaned, resting back in my pillow. I needed a good nap again.

Ginny

My thumb ached as needing started from the tip of my thumbnail. I'd bitten too far. I was rocking in my chair now and my feet were turning cold. Harry wouldn't let me go and see Albus and I'd heard that he was at Mungos in recovery. What was that supposed to mean? How bad was it exactly?

"Come on, Harry." I mumbled for the fiftieth time, finally answered by a flame in the fireplace. The green brought me a sudden peace and the cardigan almost fell off my shoulders as I snapped to my feet and ran to the entrance. As the bars lifted, Harry walked out with Albus beside him, wearing a hooded jacket and pants with his right arm in a sling with a cast around his forearm. A small series of three of four pieces of stick-on stitches on his right temple.

"A-Albus?" I whispered, trembling.

"I'm okay, mum." He gulped. I was terrified to hug him but Harry nodded and I took charge. Refraining from a tight one, I held him close, inhaling his scent and joyous that my son was home.

"Are... What..."

"Mum, you're choking me." His strained voice came and I gasped away.

"I'm sorry." I yanked my arms away and he stared at me with a worry that once reflected on my face surely.

"Mum, I'm truly fine." He hissed, "I'm starving though."

"Oh, okay. I made shepherd's pie." I cleared my throat and Harry grinned behind him.