"Ah, Minerva," Dumbledore said at length, sounding every one of his over a hundred years, "I can only apologise for leaving you both waiting so long for news," he took her hands in his and offered her a gentle smile, "Harry is alive, and being cared for at this moment in the Hospital wing," though McGonagall wilted in relief, Draco only felt more tense - alive, did not mean okay, "I would ask you another favour, Minerva, before you are able to rest - would you inform Remus, Sirius, Arthur, and Molly as to what has happened here this night. But please try and persuade them to stay away until I have sent for them - it is a task that I know may very well prove to be impossible, so I shall not blame you, should you fail,"