Harry sprinted into the hospital, not caring to check in. He ran down the hallways until he saw a girl with short black hair and blue eyes, with Scorpius in her arms.

"Albus!" Harry cried, sprinting over to them. Scorpius looked up.

"Uncle hawwy!" He sobbed, reaching for him.

Harry took him in his arms. "Shh, it's okay. It's okay,"

"Albi gonna die! Like mommy!"

"No he won't, baby. I promise," he whispered.

"R-really?" He whimpered.

"Yes love, the doctors will make him feel better," he whispered, mostly talking to himself.

Draco came running in, panting. "Harry!"

He scurried over and whimpered. "I'm sorry, I should have told pansy and-"

"Draco it's okay," he sniffled. "It's not your fault. I'm his father,"

Draco sighed and wrapped his arms around him and Scorpius. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "We should have just stayed home."

"No, no. Don't you dare think this is your fault, Draco." He said, wiping his eyes. "It's not."

Slowly, a nurse came into view. "Albus potters family?" She called.

Everyone snapped their heads over in her direction, then ran over. The nurse got bombarded with questions; asking if he was okay, if he lived, if he's breathing, etc.

The nurse put a hand up, telling everyone to be quiet. As soon as everyone shut up, she spoke. "Albus is doing just fine, but he needs to rest."

Relief washed over Harry, and he started tearing up. "My baby's okay," he whispered.

"Your baby is just fine, I assure you. You got him in here quickly enough, I was able to unblock the airway and manually pump oxygen into his lungs while I healed him. You are all very lucky you got him here in time," she said softly.

"C-can we see him?" Scorpius whimpered. "We see albie now?"

"Yes, but you have to speak softly around him." She said softly.

Everyone nodded, then hurried into the hospital room.