About Harry

Molly

I'm at the hospital. I convinced Arthur to stay at home with Ron. I hope he will get some repose. James is as usual in Sunrise's room and Albus is with me, writing a letter to Rose. She has been back to Hogwarts for already a few days, and they are writing to each other so often that Regina is starting to get upset, Albus is overworking her. I'm sorry she had to go back, Albus was decidedly better when she was here.

Now he is spending all his time either writing, eyes rimed red or sleeping on the armchair I brought here for him or staring fixedly at the bed, hoping. However, Hermione didn't want her to be in this environment and thought it best to send her back. Hugo spends all his time with Ion at the Burrow who is the least involved of us all having seen so little of Harry and Ginny in his life, far away in a different country. Perhaps it's for the best, at least Hugo can divert his thoughts. I know they will need to be back very soon; Charlie told me he cannot stay for more than a couple of days yet and it's the same for Ron.

It seems so impossible that the situation may improve in this brief space of time...

I'm looking at the bed hoping to see something encouraging, I don't know what. Anything. But everything is so still I can only hear the quill scratching the paper from the corner where Albus is writing.

I look in his direction, I can clearly see tears dropping from his cheeks on the parchment. He stops writing and with some blotting paper tries to mop them away, but they keep on falling making his act useless.

On him realising I was observing him, he half smile sitting back on the chair 'I made a mess' he only says chuckling, fiddling with his quill still in his hand.

'Oh dear...' I say trying to keep my eyes dry 'It doesn't matter.'

He looks at the bed and sighs.

The ward is silent, I can hear only a ticketing of heels on the tiles far off.

'Perhaps today...' I hazard as a comforting word.

He smiles mopping his eyes 'Perhaps...' he murmurs shrugging his shoulders, but I can see that it is said without conviction, it is said only for me, to reassure me.

At that moment all our attention is captured toward the door as a sudden mayhem is heard, somebody is shouting, there is commotion in the corridor.

I gesture Albus to stay, it is not the first time it happens. Surely somebody is trying to get pass in the aisle.

I hurry over there, and I see a girl, brunette and very showily dressed, struggling to overtake Bill who has just grasped her by the shoulders to prevent her coming forward.

'Keep your filthy hands off of me, old pervert or I'll report you for sexual harassment!' she shouts.

Bill, as if touching fire, let her go straight away but George, who doesn't let himself being put off so easily, step in blocking her 'You don't go anywhere, love.' He says wearily.

We are all beyond tired of this continuous meddling. Why cannot people just respect our situation and leave us be?

'Lemme go!' she shouts flailing to get free 'I have every right to be here! I wanna pay a visit! I'm a friend!'

'Yeah right, and I'm the Minister of magic. Go home to mummy and daddy, would you?'

'I ain't got any mummy and daddy, you knobhead. Ginny and Harry are all I've got!' she yells enraged. And then, out of the blue, she bites very hard George's hand who emitting a shriek let her go straight away.