Wayne had already drawn his wand when Alfie asked his question. "Something bad, as in everyone who has made Harry's life a living hell is probably on their way here to start some trouble." He shook his head--he hated sounding like a character out of a silly American shoot-em-up film. "But that's what the group's for, yeah? That's why we've learned to do stuff like this..."
He sat up and closed his eyes, concentrating hard on his one most precious, happiest moment... Amazing how something so simple as a kiss could fuel something so powerful.
"Expecto Patronum," he pronounced, boldly and clearly. With a burst of white mist, a ghostly-looking cockerel with small spurs on its legs appeared in the middle of the hospital floor, its head darting around as if it was scanning the room for danger.