Scars {Remus Lupin} ✓

27. I START BLEEDING LIKE MAD EVERY TIME THEY TRY

| CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN |

 I START BLEEDING LIKE MAD EVERY TIME THEY TRY.

"WE'LL WAIT OUTSIDE, MOLLY," TONKS smiled warmly at the older woman, "Arthur won't want too many visitors at once...it ought to be family first."

Mad-Eye Moody growled in approval before propping himself up against the wall, his glass eye scanning St. Mungo's frantically. Harry lingered besides Tonks whilst the Weasley siblings (all apart from Bill, Charlie and Percy) lingered near the door, waiting to enter and finally see their father again. 

Dawn gripped Ginny's hand tightly. As much as the younger girl always tried to act older than she actually was, this was one of her most vulnerable states and so Dawn stuck by her side since she arrived back in London. Trying to bring as much comfort to the young girl as she physically could. 

"Don't be silly, he's family," Molly said, softly pulling Harry along, "Plus, Arthur wants to thank Harry."

The ward was rather small. There was one window in the corner, the rest of the light came from the shining crystal bubbles which were clustered around in the middle of the high ceiling. The walls were an oak colour and on one wall there was a portrait of an angry-looking wizard. Dawn hadn't been at St. Mungo's that much, merely once when the twins played a prank on Ron which resulted in him getting hurt. Molly scolded the two boys before bringing Ron to the hospital since she was too angry to properly conjure the right spell; so it was better safe than sorry. Dawn, herself, had many, many injuries over the years, but the wizarding hospital in Romania didn't look anything like St. Mungo's did, it was much smaller. 

The oldest Weasley child let her bright green eyes scan the ward, there were three patients inside; her father being one of them. Arthur was occupying the bed at the very end, the one closest to the window. Dawn squeezed Ginny's hand as they walked towards the bed, where their father was lying with the Daily Prophet opened up in front of him. As soon as he heard footsteps approaching, he peeked over the newspaper and grinned. Folding it up and placing it on the bedside table he finally greeted his wife and children, "Bill just left, Molly, he had to go back to work, but he said he'll drop in on you later."

"How are you feeling, Arthur?" Molly questioned, bending down to kiss her husband's pale cheek, "You're still looking a bit peaky."

"I feel absolutely fine," Arthur told her, holding his good arm out to give Ginny a tight hug; the younger girl left Dawn's side and practically melted into her father's arms, "If they could only take these bandages off, I'd be fit to go home."

"Why can't they take them off?" Dawn asked, smiling softly at her father.

"Well, I start bleeding like mad every time they try," He told her nonchalantly. Arthur kept a smile on his face as he reached for his wand, waving it around, chairs suddenly appeared all around his hospital bed. Without question, everyone sat down, watching him intently, "They said that there was some kind of poison on the snake's fangs and that's why the wounds are staying open," He explained, "They're sure the'll find an antidote, though, they said they've had much worse cases than mine, and in the meantime I just have to keep taking a Blood-Replenishing Potion every hour, but that fellow over there," Arthur discreetly gestured to the bed opposite his, where there was a pale-looking man lying on a bed, his eyes glued to the ceiling, "Bitten by a werewolf, poor chap. No cure at all."