"I know," Harry whispered. He wanted more than anything to be able to tell her that Lily would be okay. "Ashley's a good healer and if she doesn't know what the curse was, someone else will."
St. Mungos was full of healers. Someone had to be able to figure it out.
Shifting his position to include his boys in the hug, Harry closed his eyes briefly against the fear he felt for Lily.
Jamie wondered if this was sort of how it felt to be involved in wartime. It sucked, to put it mildly, and he didn't know what they would do if she didn't make it.
He felt a wave of dread wash through him at that thought and decided, "They'll fix her. They have to," with a slight note of desperation.