We have to ruin

She rushed into the room where her son lay, slightly startling him. She continued to pace about. Madeline's words continued to echo in her head even after all she had tried to get rid of it.

"If he is fighting for his life, perhaps he is nothing after all." She could not get it out of her head, no matter how hard she tried.

"The nerve of that woman." She muttered, underneath her breath.

Hermione continued to pace about, Albert rested his gaze on her. He wondered what it could have been that made his mother so nervous.

She turned to him and frowned, her eyes danced all over his frame. He was seated, up straight, on his hospital bed. His shoulders and under his arms were wrapped with bandages, to prevent infections from entering into his wounds, at least until they healed.

Looking at him, she did feel sorry for him. But she could not shake off the anger at the pit of her stomach.

"Where is your sister?" Hermione asked, Albert scoffed.

"You know how she is. She left to pick a call f