Awake
There’s a rare uproar in the department for longterm and chronic illness in St. Mungo’s hospital.
Nurses and healers are running wild, because of an occurrence they had all been waiting, and hoping for, yet nobody had really expected it, not after so many years.
It is the day two of their most famous coma patients, after ten long years, opened their eyes at last.
It is the day Lily and James Potter have woken up.
“It’s alright, Mrs. Potter,” a young nurse, Renata, tries to calm the frantic young woman, whilst healer Mrs. Matthews tends to a considerably calmer Mr. Potter.
“I want to see my son,” Lily Potter keeps saying as she tries to push herself out of bed with a great deal of effort. “I need to see Harry.”
Mr. Potter, bless him, tries in vain to calm his wife. “Lil, it’s okay,” he soothes, and once healer Matthews had taken off all of his IVs, he stands up shakily to sit down on Mrs. Potter’s bed, gently taking her hand. “They promised he’s alright, right?” he looks up at Renata.
She nods, trying not to blush too much at how intently Mr. Potter is looking at her.
The other nurses always gushed about how incredibly handsome he is, and she has to admit it to be true, especially now that she sees him animated. “Harry Potter is completely fine,” she assures, forcing her eyes away from Mr. Potter to focus on his wife, who’s green eyes are almost too intense to look at for a long time. “He is safe and well.”
Mrs. Potter stops her attempt to get out of bed, if only because of Mr. Potter now being there to wrap an arm around her shoulders. “When can we see him?” she asks desperately. “Where is he — he must be with Sirius? Or Remus?”
Renata can only stare at the red haired woman. “Sirius Black?” she asks, thinking she must have misheard somehow.
“Yes, he’s Harry’s godfather.” Mr. Potter complies patiently. “And his ward in case…you know.”
Renata blinks at the couple, the poor young couple who has no idea what happened that night after their defeat, before she slowly looks up to meet the equally horrified expression of healer Matthews.
“I think,” Matthews says, clearing her throat one too many times. “It would be best if we’d inform Mr. Dumbledore of your awakening. He will explain everything to you, I’m sure.”