Now Mr Creevey was in a healing sleep, and there was a chance he wouldn’t wake up. A damaged core and magical exhaustion were serious issues for those under the magical majority of seventeen, and the poor child had both. He was at serious risk of becoming a squib or dying, all they could do now was continue the potion regime and wait. The other two beds had four Slytherin students sitting upright on each. Their robes in tatters, bruises visible on several faces, fresh cuts and scrapes on their arms, legs and faces. As he started to walk forward to question the Slytherin students who were younger than he expected for such a vicious attack, he could hear the arrival of the Governors behind him and suddenly he was unceremoniously pushed to the side violently.