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 ...