About Harry

Molly

Sunrise is definitely better. We were very scared for her too; she has been under observation for days now. The healers were quite cautious, and they wanted to make sure there are no permanent danger to the brain being so young, but everything seems to be in order.

We were sleeping soundly at the Burrow when she started to scream and cry terrified. We couldn't quite understand what the matter was. Ginny told us she very often has nightmares which always struck me as odd from a two and a half years old child, but she wouldn't go back to sleep, and her terror seemed only increasing. We didn't know what to do, I was very worried, and Arthur suggested to take her to St. Mungo, but you don't take a child to the hospital just for nightmares. Only when, after a couple of hours, the situation hadn't changed, I started to convince myself perhaps he was right. And when I was about to call him to get ready, all her body stiffened first and then it started to twitch, then to jerk, then it started convulsing ever stronger. Her eyes bulbs flipped up, and a white foam started to gurgle from her mouth. We really grew alarmed and two minutes later we were in St Mungo. The healer managed to stop the seizure, but it took quite a long time. I was sick with worry. Arthur tried to call Harry and Ginny in Australia, but the fire seemed blocked. Now we know why.
Sunrise went in a deep sleep at once right after it. The healer said it was a regular sleep brought by the exertion on her body, but I could perceive from his face a shadow, I entreated for clarity, and he spoke about several scary motives for the seizure not precising any and stated the necessity of tests to be effectuated to ascertain the reasons and to make sure everything was fine.
It was then that the call arrived at the chief healer, and everything changed.
Sunrise slept for twenty hours straight and just when the healer was fearing she may enter in a coma, she woke up, drowsy and confused.
By that time, James and Albus had come, and James hadn't left Sunrise side not even for a second since then, he barely sleeps and eat. I don't object, I understand he needs it to keep himself up.
I explained to them what happened, but I sought to screen them from the gruesome, there is no need for them to know. What I told them it was more than enough to lead them not to want to find out more. The problem will start when they return to Hogwarts, but it is not talked of. Not yet. Not in the situation we are in.
Although, it's not that easy here either when newspapers reporting the accident are everywhere and people in corridors don't talk about anything else. I forbade them to go to the café or to wander about. I don't want people to harass them. St Mungo kindly offered us the private use of a whole aisle with a fire to travel from here to the Burrow but nevertheless keeping us isolated and protected from people nosiness is a huge task.
St. Mungo has been assaulted as soon as the news leaked and it's still under siege. Reception had been heaped on by curious. They had to be shoved out and they started to congregate in front of it, drawing a lot of unwanted attention from muggles. Witches and wizards from the whole world are coming and going leaving flowers, presents, letters and all sort of things. It should be moving, I reckon, but honestly, all tired and dispirited as we are, we would rather prefer everybody to go away and leave us alone.
The Law Enforcement is doing its best to disperse them, but it seems an impossible task.
Bill, Charlie, and George are taking turns to guard the aisle and many a times they had to drive out people who managed to trespass entrance security in a way or other. Percy is too busy with the Daily Prophet poor dear. He is working nights and days. And Ron... Well... He still didn't show up. I'll have to find the time to talk to him. Hermione tried but to no avail. But he will do it with me. I'm his mother after all.
Sunrise welcomes me with a smile and starts to chat straight away. The glee on that face moves me more than I can say, and I need to busy myself sorting her clean clothes to hide from James my tears.
Poor child, she doesn't know anything yet. She asks daily for mummy and daddy, and we all agreed to tell her that they are at the sea enjoying themselves. However, all the time I utter this sentence I cannot refrain tears sliding down, I force a smile though not to alarm her. Eventually we will have to tell her the truth but better to wait.
I spend with her a few hours giving James some time to eat and have a nap. Those hours are like a balm on my exhausted mind, I can almost forget what is happening keeping her in my arms, listening to her chat and answering to her questions. She wants to go to mummy and daddy at the sea.

I don't want her to.