Comatose

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Hermione lays in a coma, her mind unattached to the real world, dreaming of an unknown place, alone, or is she? Who can bring her back? Will she ever return? AU, please read & review – thanks.

Chapter 1

Rain and Unknown Places

Hermione Granger lay in a hospital bed, asleep, and in a coma, she'd been like that for weeks, no one knew how it had happen, it was a complete mystery. All they could do was wait and see what would happen. She may awake soon or maybe stay like that for years. So her friends and family sat and waited and hoped and prayed that she would awake.

Unbeknown to those that stayed vigil by her bed side, Hermione's mind had entered an parallel state, yes her body lays where it can be seen but, her mind, soul and heart has was somewhere else.

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The rain pelted downwards onto her umbrella, not stopping just going faster and faster until it finally reached the shiny material and exploding; covering the dry surfaces that still remained. Storm clouds filled the night sky blocking out any light that came from the full moon, whispers of light that managed to escape though the clouds shone downwards on to nothing but grassy fields that surrounded this girl, these images of nothing around her made her fearful and terrified.

The girl under the umbrella emitted a small and gentle sneeze from her nose, wondering weather or not anyone was there to be able to hear it while the giant storm crashed above her. Her shiny brown eyes stared gracefully towards the lightning as is flashed above her, illuminating the bellowing clouds above, filled with water ready to explode and flood the plains of land that lay below.

In her mind she kept thinking how powerful nature can be, how it can destroy the strongest of trees that have stood for the best part of a thousands of years and not been ripped from the ground until this moment, how the evaporation of water for a few hours can burst the barriers of rivers and destroy whatever lays near. However these were strange things to be thinking for this girl, something made her think of nothing else, even though she wanted to think of him. She couldn't.

Her feet were starting to become cold and damp, her thick warm socks were no longer protecting her feet from the rain and wind that scurried past her shoes.

A strong deep voice swiftly filled the air "Hermione?" She didn't reply her mouth remained closed not uttering a single word. This was him but she couldn't connect, connect to his voice or her feelings, she remained dead and emotion-less.

She heard it again, this time it was louder, stronger and more frantic "Hermione, please come back, we need you, I need you"

Hermione recognised the voice, it was a strong voice, a voice she has heard for many long and eventful years, she wanted to reply but she couldn't, she wanted to give him answers but she couldn't, she wanted to put his mind at rest but she couldn't. She wanted to see the face, the owner of this voice.

Hermione was all alone with no one beside her and nothing around her, not animals, not trees nor people. Nothing. The rain had stopped causing silence to fill the air once more. She started to walk forwards, not knowing where she would be going who she would meet she just walked and she just let her feet carry her, onwards, always being able to hear the voice that fill the air and her heart.

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Harry Potter, lay in a chair asleep, head resting on his cloak, feet firmly on the floor, dreaming of Hermione, her hair her smile and the way that she always managed to make him smile even when he felt so unhappy and alone.

"Harry?" no answer, "Harry?" Harry stirred miserable that his dream had ended. "Hmmmmm, what?" Mumbled Harry. Ron stood before him, scruffy as normal, but with the biggest of grins on his face that Harry had ever seen. "What?" "What is it Ron you're making feel really nervous"

"Guess what!" said a very excited Ron

"Erm you've just won the Nobel prize for idiocy?" mocked Harry

"No, I'm getting married!!" and with that he jumped into the air and did an almighty scream, enough to awake even the deepest of sleepers.

"Wow, congratulations Ron" Harry shook the hand of his most trusted and dearest friend. "Who's the lucky lady then?"

"Luna of course, who else, my one true love the lady of my heart and dreams"

Harry had no reply, he was happy of course for his best friend but deeply jealous, for he longed to find someone to love and cherish but the right girl had never come along.

Ron could see the longing in Harry's face, he knew his friend was lonely he had tried to help but it he had always failed, he decided Harry could do without wedding talk and decided to change the conversation to more serious matters.

"So, going to see Hermione today Harry?"

"Huh? Oh yea, I am" replied a somewhat disgruntled Harry.

"Well please tell her I miss her, and that if she doesn't get out of the coma soon she wont be able to take control over my wedding" laughed Ron

"Yeah, I'll tell her, I mean all the doctors keep saying that I should talk to her I just hope that it's helping"

"I'm sure it is" replied Ron

"I wished I knew what happened to her, how she got where she was and who or even what put her in that state"

Harry's eyes closed clear images filled in front of him, images of the day that he thought he'd lost the most precious thing to him, ever. And memories of how he felt flooded over him.

Harry Potter raced through the bustling streets of London trying his hardest not to fall over on the thick and dangerous ice, an injury would not be the best of things to happen right now, for him or his Quidditch team. They were training very hard for this years Quidditch world cup. Harry had his heart set on claming that cup, this would be his year and his triumph.

He decided that running this way would be of no use, so decided to take a short cut along the rail track, as this was the best possible route. No cars, no people just a straight line. However when he arrived there it felt different from all the other times that he had run there to get to Quidditch training, it felt dangerous and as though something had happened there, something very frightful.

Suddenly Harry's body fell forwards tumbling towards the ground, he had hit something soft yet big enough to make him fall to the ground. He hit the ground hard.

"Ouch!" moaned Harry

He slowly turned around, wanting to know what had made him fall so violently, and then he saw and image beyond those that he has read in horror books and imaged in his nightmares. It was the body of Hermione Granger.

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Hermione stopped dead in her tracks, looking down at a 200ft drop that would end any man's life, she got closer having no fear of the tremendous height that cascades below her and with no hesitation she takes one step forward and ......

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