It Started With Letters - Drarry

Rebuilding Homes and Hearts

Hogwarts Infirmary Remaining Patients:

Name: Caleb Grove
Age: 3
Blood: Muggle
Parents: Deceased

Tommy Atwood
Age: 2
Blood: N/A
Parents: N/A

Name: Nora Miller
Age: 4
Blood: Half
Parents: Deceased

Lyra Jenkins
Age: 2
Blood: Muggle
Parents: Deceased

Name: Cassiopeia Hillborn
age: 5
Blood: Half
Parents: Deceased

Harry eyes scanned the clipboard before lifting to glance at the scattered amount of battered kids left in the room.

"How can a child's parents be not applicable," He hissed at Remus who was standing next to him.

Remus sighed, "They're missing and we can't trace them or they could be dead, we just can't be too sure."

"And the kids, what are we gonna do with them" he waved his hand towards the hospital beds.

"We're trying to get people to help taking them in, and Lyra and Tommy still have relatives on the way.

"Well then Draco and I will be sure to help," Harry nodded firmly his eyes drawn to the bed at the far left, the curtains were drawn tight around it but he could still see the flashing images of the small girl with brown hair barely breathing behind them. He shuddered slightly and rubbed his eyes for a moment trying to forget it

Remus raised his eyebrows and interrupted his dire thoughts, "You are a tad young to be caring for children- and you and Draco are a bit, well you're, um not married and it seems a bit rocky?"

Harry felt a pair of cold hands on his shoulders land on shoulder softly before he could answer and he bit his tongue, "I'm sure the boys are capable enough, plus they would have me," Narcissa's consistently, calm voice wafted over him, "You better watch out as well Remus i'm sure your going to be having a little youngster running around too. Sirius has seemed to have taken a liking to the small werewolf boy you rescued."

"Werewolf boy," Harry frowned, tilting his head as his eyes drifted over to Sirius, who was ,sure enough, very occupied in blowing raspberries on the stomach of the olive skinned, giggling boy that Remus had carried out of the ruble that was Malfoy Manor.

"Yeah," Remus spoke quietly not drawing his eyes from his husband, "Some of the werewolf's that used to work with Voldemort took part in the attacks, both parents dead, young boy bitten."

Harry's fist clenched as a surge of white, hot anger rushed through him.

"You keep it quiet though, i'm not letting him get registered and we don't need it blabbered about to the whole world, this kids life is already gonna be bloody hell," Remus shook his head before walking over towards Sirius.

"Don't mind him it's just the stress getting to everyone and the subject hits a bit too close to home i presume," Narcissa soothed.

"It's like he still thinks i'm a child," he huffed defensively, "Why would I go blabbering about it, I'm eighteen for Merlins sake."

Narcissa just tutted in a motherly fashion, "Lets not pick futile battles, not in times like this," she spoke flattening his hair subconsciously, "Anyway come, I was originally over here because there's someone who wants to see you."

He followed Narcissa over to the drawn curtains, "She just woke and won't talk to anyone, you're our last hope," She gave him an uncertain smile and left him staring at the white curtains.

Slowly he pushed  them open and stepped inside. There was a white hospital bed, one he knew all too well from a number of accidents throughout his years at school, and a wooden chair beside it, which he could recall Ron used to complaint about being uncomfortable.