Explanation time. Okay people this has been on my mind for awhile and I can't get it out so I am now going to be taking on two stories at once. This will be my only "AN" through out the story. Firstly I love Ron bashings and I WILL bash and Maybe kill him off, no idea as to which one yet really. Yes I will have a lemon. Maybe up to 4, but that will be pushing it. I am not yet sure what I will do with Ginny but I will not kill her unless she goes honourably. Other words I will kill her only if I make a martyr out of her.

This is a Harry, Hermoine pairing story. I will probably also have a Ginny pairing that is not Harry, have not decided who yet. I may also have a Draco pairing. Any way some parts of this story are going to become very, Very confusing. I promise you all of that. Also I will have many parts of the story that just are not what they are so keep an eye out. Plus my 2 OC's will be a in a pairing as well wether or not they will be for each other yet is a question I have not yet answered my self yet.

Harry will also have Dreams yes pay attention to them they ARE important. But I will not tell you why.

Disclaimer: I own no Characters that Appear in the Following story that were originally shown in the Canon series. My OC's however are fully mine.

John Doe.

Sex: M

Age: Unknown.

Estimated Age: 23

Height: 6"2'

Weight: 100 Kg.

Race: Unknown.

Status: Stable Coma.

Eye Colour: impossible, Note: Eyes of patient are Unknown for reasons arguably impossible, they will change colour. Also eyes are shining gold. [see extension for more information.]

Hair: hair reaches shoulders. Jet black colour. Thin and Straight.

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The boy with sharp green eyes put the clipboard back in the holder at the edge of the bed. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Putting them back on in front of his eyes, he looked over the man once more. There was much more that he could read on clipboard of information, that was now his.

Hermoine would be able to read it completely. Pull out the useful information and organise it to make sense but he could not. He was to tired. He sat back down into the chair that was uncomfortable. He yielded to the thoughts that assaulted his mind. Some comforting then others. Others. Well, seemed impossible. Yielded to the sleep of un relenting dreams.

A curtain of red clouded his vision, the soft feel of the warm body next to him, he knew he ought to leave but could find no reason to go. Then the brown eyes, staring coldly and suddenly the reason for leaving was simple, so horribly complex. But to late.

"Hey, Wake up." Harry jumped into alertness. Brown eyes stared attentively at him. Harry released the pent up breath he was holding. "You looked like you were having a nightmare Harry." Hermoine said her voice carrying even though she said it in barely more than a whisper.

Other than the two patients labelled John Doe and Jane Doe. Who were both in Stable Coma's. They were the only two people in the hospitable ward. As a fact they were relatively alone in the whole castle. There were the elfs that ran Hogwarts. Not the school but the house cleaning, the food, and all else that had to be unseen by students.

There were no other humans in the castle unless you counted the ghosts. Who were dead. Or the portraits. Though they were pictures, they moved and talked with human intelligence, even walk out of there own frame and into another. Still they were not really humans. Rather imitations of their respective persons to give the idea of live.

Harry's head lurched again, he stopped the course of action, he knew where it would lead. He would start the chain of infinite maybes, to many unknown factors led to possibilities known, then back to questions of how they are. To confusing to explain to himself. It was like trying to explain Genesis on scientific laws. Trying to explain it to Hermoine led to many her thinking he was in need of a psychologist, and to explain it to Ron was to explain how big a mol was to someone who's limit of size went no further than how big their dick was, quite an exact explanation actually.

"They are getting more real. Have you had a read of them yet?" Harry said turning the conversation away from his dreams, yawning before blinking the sleep from his eyes. He looked at the patient named John Doe then at Jane Doe.

"Yes. I have. They are… weird." Hermoine said.

Harry stared at the man lying peacefully on the bed in front of him. "No big words today?" Harry Said. Smiling faintly at her. "How So?"

He Knew really. They were nearly the same two people really. They both looked like twins, only one female and one male. They both had the same eyes. They both had the same hair, lengths were different it was the same hair. Both had some really weird things about them though, and very rare.

They shared identical DNA which was amazing, Harry had had someone submit them to Muggle testings they shared identical DNA, something that Harry had heard about. He hadn't bothered telling Ron about, actually he hadn't seen him since a few day after the battle at Hogwarts. It had been about three weeks since that battle, since death, since being reborn, since being free. Free. Now there was a strange word.

"Back to the situation Harry." Harry berated himself mentally for getting off track.

She gave a slight smile drew a breath and continued. "Well in the muggle world they have identical DNA and fingerprints. Then they have no known relatives and they are not even on any world known database. They are of no part of the muggle world. Invisible to it. Then Magically, well…" Hermoine Trailed off.

"What?" Harry said.

"Well they are impervious to magic" Hermoine said.

"WHAT?" Harry yelled. Shocked, he wasn't really angry just annoyed. They were going to try and wake them up "How did we find that out?"

"Well we did not." Hermoine said. "Harry. Tell me, how can someone be impervious to magic? You know how to break things down into easy categories, if muggles receptive to magic why aren't these two? Why can muggles see magic but not use. They are not magical but neither are they unaffected by it. Again tell me why these two negate all magic without even using any?"

Harry thought about it for a second. Why would they be immune to magic? They could be extremely strong and easily negate all magic that came near them, giving the illusion that they did not use any but did. No there would still be mass signs; the magic would have stopped the needle. Then again maybe the barrier was sensitive to feelings and could sense those who would harm the bodies.

Then if they did not use and negated all magic, magic would cease to exist all together around them giving them their immunity to magic, but everything in this world had some reception to magic, nothing was without magic so these two had to be of magic, and if they weren't magic, magic would be used to make them un magical. "That makes no sense."

"They can't be." Harry said. Barely even whispering it. "What if they were not human. There are myths off beings beyond human comprehension Hermoine. Maybe…"

"What Harry. They are gods, that stick themselves in a human body just to be in a coma?" Hermoine said looking at him quite seriously. Her face blank of emotion.

"Sorry I don't know what to think any more. After everything that has happened and these dreams, then Ron..." Harry said slumping down into the chair. Hermoine stood there hugging herself. She looked at him concern and hate etching her face, neither had been gone from the castle out into the world that wanted "Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, The Boy Who Died, The Saviour." Once the castle had been cleaned from the battle. All of the people from the castle but a few had stayed behind to allow some to heal, the first week had been rather hellish.

Ron had stayed the first three days, then on the third day he left. No one had really seen or heard from him since then except for of course in the papers.

Harry got up and hugged Hermoine. Slowly choking breaths become sobs and tears. They both stood there, Hermoine crying, Harry simply cursing the flailing idiot that he had once called his friend.

Of course news of any three of them travelled fairly quickly. Harry still couldn't decide if this news was terrific or horrific. The news of Ronald Weasley killing a House elf was, to say rather large news.

The story had made front page "Ronald Weasley Kills Houses Elf After Proposal."

As the Daily Prophet had said, "One Lavender Brown had proposed to the boyfriend of 1 and a half years. The response to the proposal was quite shocking to almost everyone in the party, "Why the hell would I marry you scarface?" The response shocked all in the room, the young Lavender ran from the premises and was not seen for the remainder of the night. Ronald Weasley was then told to leave the Premises and was escorted by the Land holders house elf who was stabbed twice by Ronald Weasley. He is currently awaiting trail for murder."

Hermoine had been quite distraught when she saw that on the front page of the Daily Prophet. Actually distraught was an understatement, it was more like watching an angry dragon whose eggs had just been destroyed.

The whole scene was quite horrific, first after reading it, the paper burst into fire. Then she stood up from the chair she had been sitting in, tears streaking her face threw the chair out the window and stormed off to the hallway, once there she started casting some of the most complex magic anyone there had seen. Even Professor McGonagall had not seen some of the spells she cast. Somehow she managed to keep a calm face doing this. Just before Harry had tried to come forward to stop her. Blue flames leapt up around her.

After about 5 minutes of this she stopped. She stood still for a few seconds Harry carefully edged forward and when he got within reach of her, she fainted.

Harry quickly caught her. Picking her up and carrying her unto a bed in the hospital wing. Opposite to the bed was the two patients that everyone had been waiting to wake up.

Ginny had come up behind him and hugged him tightly once he stood up straight again. Turning to her he enveloped her in a hug of his own.

She broke the hug and took his hand, leading him somewhere private away from the few other people that were in the hospital wing.

Entering a classroom she closed the door behind them. "You love her. Don't you?" Ginny said her voice barely above a whisper. She turned and looked at Harry, tears threatening to come drip from her eyes. It wasn't really a question.

Harry turned and looked at her unable to say deny it. To guilty to admit it.

"I thought so." Ginny said. "I did love you, really I should say I do love you. But... I know that you love her, and I think she needs you much than anyone else."

"Ginny... I don't know whether to say sorry or thank you." Harry said walking towards her, giving her a hug he continued "I honestly don't. Some part of me loves you. Know that."

Harry brought his attention back to the Hermoine. He could feel her sobs residing now. He lifted his hand to her chin and lifted her head so he could look her in the eye. As she lifted her eyes to his he felt an eternity of emotions rise in him. Slowly and hesitantly he lowered his his onto hers. He was pleasantly surprised at how soft her lips were. He could smell her hair, Chocolate? Coffee? Her hands wound their way around his neck, each tilting their own head to deepen the kiss.

"FUCK!"

Each jumped at the unexpected curse that was so close. They both looked the beds of Jane and John Doe. The bed of John Doe was empty. The patient that had been in it was standing over the bed of Jane Doe knife in hand his whole body trembling. He plunged the knife into the pillow dangerously close to the other patients head. Obviously these two knew each other. But for what was most definitely unknown.

Suddenly Jane awoke. She did not wake slowly but fast. Attentive. She must have been trained in some sort of deadly art because she moved faster than the eye could see. Quickly the male of the two patients was out and sleeping once more. She fixed both Harry and Hermoine with a stare that said nothing and everything. Her face was blank of emotion. But everything someone did reflected something of them. This person was trained. Emotionally and physically. The message was clear, "I can kill you if I want to."

Suddenly she laughed. A shrill hearty laugh. It was sickening. She started to stand up then she walked towards the end of the bed and jumped off. She walked towards Harry then looked him up and down. Then started speaking. Her walk was what you would call seductive. Her body was something that would send most men, even Harry guessed a fair number of females. Doing absolutely anything for her. Her walk just enhanced thqat fact.

"So you are Harry Potter. Might want to work on your Occlumency. It actually has no other name, but really Occlumency? HA! What a ridiculous name." Her voice was really quite sickening. It was honey sweet with an under laying of a dragons roar. "Tell Nemo when he gets up that he has one year till I start. Thanks darl's."

With that she simply walked out the door. They heard her walk down the deserted hall and was out of earshot soon after.

"Who was that?" Hermoine said. Her body tensing. Harry thought that he was going to faint at how hard she was hugging him.

"Where is the Bitch?"

They both came back to reality as they remembered that they weren't the only two people in the room. This one Harry thought was probably the more sane one. Even if he had wanted to kill her he stopped. That said something but he couldn't place it. This ones voice was deep but casual. His voice reminded Harry of a Cello for some weird reason.

"You should probably try to gather your strength and rest before trying to do anything, Nemo." Harry said. He wondered why he trusted that this strangers name was Nemo.

"So she's gone? Well then I can't stay around now. Oh and yes my name is Nemo. I guess she told you that?" Nemo said. Looking at Harry amused.

Harry felt a chill go down his spine. "Retake, did I forget to mention to anyone I thought these two were weird?" Harry thought.

"Yeah she said you had a year before something or other." Hermoine said.

"One whole year! What in the the name of Odin is she planning now?"

"What are you two? I don't mean to sound rude or nosy but you two seem to know each other fairly well for two people who look like they want to kill each other." Harry said.

'He means "Who are you two?" not "What".' Hermoine said.

For some reason Nemo John Doe found this very funny.

"No, No Hermoine. Harry has it right. It is "What" not "Who". The question though is where to start?" Nemo Said.

"How do the both of you know our names? We haven't told you who we are yet you know. How?" Harry said.

"Harry. Who doesn't know who you are?" Nemo said. "Well I have one year to train you two. Lets get this history part out of the way shall we?"

"What?" Both Harry and Hermoine said at the same time.