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Hermione's eyes fluttered open. A series of blurred figures scurried around her bed. One remained still though. She focused on him, allowing her vision to sharpen. "Victor?"
"Mum!" Victor exclaimed, his eyes foggy with unshed tears
Hermione's lips curled up. "Hello, favorite son."
All he could do was choke out another, "Mum."
"Her magical signature is returning to normal levels," a Mediwitch noted.
Hermione's eyes darted around the room. Aside from Victor, the people surrounding her were strangers. Where was she again?
The image of the Weasleys charging at her husband flashed before her. She felt her heart rate spike. "Wh-where's Severus?"
"Mrs, Snape, we need you to put this thermometer under your throat."
"Not until you tell me where Severus is!"
"Mrs. Snape, we need to take your temperature"
She gave the Mediwtich a pointed look and pursed her lips. The medical professional wilted and backed away.
"Dad is fine," Victor began.
"The Weasleys didn't get to him?"
"No, you saved him."
"Where is he then?"
The Mediwitch stepped closer to her, but Hermione glared at her again. She backed towards the wall. No one else dared to approach her.
"Dad is with Rose and Violet," Victor answered.
Hermione clutched the stark white sheets. "Where are Rose and Violet?"
"They are in Rose's quarters getting lunch."
"Is he eating too?"
"From what I understand, no."
"Then why is he there and not here?"
"According to Rose, after what happened to you he ran to her. She claimed he looked like death made over. Thus she forced him to take a sleeping draught so he would be in some type of shape when he saw you."
"How long will it take for him to wake up?"
"He should be awake very soon, which is why Rose left to check on him. She took Violet with her so she could get her something to eat. Violet didn't want to leave, but Rose prevailed."
Hermione hummed. "That's my Rose, ever the big sister."
"Mrs. Snape, we really need to begin taking your vitals," the Mediwitch cut in.
Hermione glanced at Victor.
"There's nothing else to tell you, at least nothing that can't wait until they finish up with you."
"Very well then," Hermione kept her mouth open.
The Mediwitch swooped in and stuck the thermometer under her tongue. Another Mediwtich approached Hermione with a stethoscope while another began running wand scans. Intermittently, one would mumble a number and another would write something on a notepad.
In the meantime, Victor focused on watching his mother's eyes open. He waved his wand in a circle and muttered, "Expector Patronum."
A wispy mongoose appeared and glanced up at him. He bent down and whispered, "Tell Rose and Violet that Mum has awakened. She is in excellent health and wants to see them as soon as Violet is finished eating and Dad wakes up."
It lowered its head before gliding through the wall. Victor grinned, knowing that this would be his happiest memory for some time to come.
"Do I have to finish the whole sandwich?"
Rose sighed. "I know it's difficult to focus on eating at a time like this, but you need to try and get some sustenance."
"It's not that I can't focus, I'm just not hungry," Violet sighed.
Rose put her hand on her sister's shoulder. "I know you are not hungry, but Mum needs you to stay healthy, so you have to eat something."
"What if she doesn't wake up?" Violet panicked. "What if they have to put her in a coma? What if she's mad at me for not being there?"
"First of all, Mum will not be upset with you for taking care of yourself," Rose began. "Second of all, we cannot focus upon what might happen to Mum. When something occurs Victor will tell us."
"What if it's too late by the time he reaches us? What if Mum takes a downturn and we can't be there in time?" Violet demanded. "Surely you've been thinking about this too, right?"
Rose's expression betrayed her inner turmoil.
"How can I eat when my mum needs my support?"
Before Rose could answer, a misty mongoose appeared. The sisters turned to it.
"Mum has awakened. She is in excellent health and wants to see you as soon as Violet is finished eating and Dad wakes up."
Rose turned to her sister with a smile. "Are you hungrier now that you know Mum wants you to be fully fed before you see her?"
Violet's eyes glistened. "Yes, I think I am very hungry now."
"I've never seen anything like it," the Healer mused as he thumbed through the charts. "Your magical levels were at levels which could kill someone, yet the only physical damage is minimal scarring on your spleen."
Hermione gulped. "Will the spleen scarring affect my daily life?"
He shook his head. "As I mentioned, the scarring is minimal. While your spleen may be slightly enlarged from the ordeal, that should not be a major concern. In the worst case scenario, assuming it completely failed, you would need a splenectomy."
Hermione winced. "That sounds less than pleasant."
"It isn't as bad as it sounds. The spleen is a non vital organ. Removing it will not affect your life in any major way." There was a twinkle in his eyes. "Still, it is doubtful that it will ever need to be removed. I think you're going to pull through just fine."
Hermione released the breath she'd been holding.
Victor stood from his chair and extended his hand to the Healer. "Thank you so much for helping Mum."
The Healer shook it. "It was my absolute pleasure to work with both of you. After seeing magical buildup take so many lives it is nice to see someone make a full recovery."
"My mum has made a habit of recovering from horrific circumstances," Victor answered.
The Healer released his hand and laughed. "That she has."
Hermione gave them a small smile. "Thank you so much."
"You are very welcome." He patted the bar on Hermione's bed. "Let me know if you need anything."
"I will," she promised.
With that, the Healer exited the room.
Victor turned to his mother. "I can't tell you how happy it is to see you awake and healthy."
"I can't tell you how happy it is to be awake," Hermione sat up straighter.
"How are you feeling?"
"No, I want you to lie to me."
Hermione frowned. Victor smirked. With a grin she replied, "I am exhausted."
"You are?" He asked.
She nodded. "Waking up was more exhausting than I thought it would be."
"Are you up for visitors or should I allow you to get your rest?" Victor asked.
"Your presence here is far more of a comfort than you realize."
"I know, but please don't feel like you need to see us because we need to see you."
"Victor, the only reason I'm awake is because I needed to see my family."
He cocked his head.
She took his hands. "It's complicated to explain, but I could feel the dark magic tearing me apart. It was enough to make me want to withdraw into myself and never wake up. The only reason I continued to fight was that I knew my family needed me, and that I needed all of you."
"Oh Mum," he kissed her on the forehead. "We love you so much."
"I know, and I love all of you too."
There was a spark in Hermione's eyes. She released Victor's hands. "All that being said, I'm glad we have a few minutes alone to ourselves."
"Yes, there's something I need to say to you."
Her eyes glistened. "Harry birthday to you."
"Happy birthday to you."
Victor's throat constricted.
"Happy birthday dear Victor."
He allowed a tear to fall.
"Happy birthday to you."
Victor embraced his mother as best he could. "I love you so much, Mummy."
Hermione wrapped her arms around him. "I love you too, favorite son."
"Really though the focus should be on you," he backed away.
"Why, it's your birthday?"
"Yes, but I always felt my birthday was more a celebration of you than anyone else. You were the one who was in labor with me for hours on end. All I did was make an entrance into the world."
"Perhaps, but you are an amazing man, and that is something to be celebrated."
"I suppose so."
Hermione's expression was wistful. "I always dreamed of having a son. While other girls had their dolls be daughters, I always had mine be sons."
"What were their names?"
Hermione tapped the bed. "There was one I named Soren and another I named Chris. My favorite one was named Leontus."
"Yes," Hermione drawled. "That name became awkward when I discovered that was the name of Hermione's husband in The Winter's Tale."
"At least it wasn't named Severus," Victor noted.
"No," Hermione chuckled. "At least it wasn't that."
He laughed along with her.
"Now," Hermione reached over towards the books on the bedside table. "I cannot bake you a cake at the moment, and I fear your presents are back at the manor."
"Mum, I don't need any presents from you," Victor answered.
"Actually, you do need the new sheets I'm giving you. The ones you have now are ratty."
"I suppose they are."
"I have a few other treats for you, but they can wait. Right now," she grabbed the cracked brown book on the top of the pile. "It's time for embarrassing baby photos."
Victor groaned, though there was a spark of amusement in his eyes.
"Would you like me to scoot over so you can sit down?"
"I've been sitting all day. Standing feels nice."
"Suit yourself." She opened the book to the first page. "This was taken an hour after you were born. Unlike your sisters, you were a very sleepy newborn, and would settle right down when I held you."
Victor gazed at the baby in his mother's arms. The newborn pried his eyes open and glanced up at his mum. His expression was that of pure serene contentment, as if he knew his mother would always love and support him.
Even after all these years, he loved his mother just as much.