Hi Everyone!
Firstly I would like to wish you all a freaking happy new year!
As promised after so many begged I am finally going to start to post the next tale for the Fairy and the Prince.
(Cudos to lrmorena for the title of the series)
I also need to thank my beautiful Bestie in proof reading my story Dayn!
I am still looking for a Beta so please if you are interested or know someone that is keen please PM me!

So I have titled this story based on the song by Lindsey Stirling. I am late to finding this amazing piece of music and feel it is what I want this story to encapsulate where I want to take the story in my own way. Her music is beautiful and I usually have it on as I write (in case you need some background tunes.)
So here we go.. The second installment.

Much love
Natstar
XOXO

I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters. Nor do I own anything else that is referenced in my story.

SHATTER ME

CHAPTER 1

From the moment she was found and brought in to St Mungo's, the healers in St Mungo's had tried to magically heal her, but all it did was send her body further into shock. Even potions and magical ointments were either ineffective or made her ill. They would only risk casting the lightest of diagnosis charms to continue to monitor her. When she awoke the first time, she only had a small fleeting moment of recognition of a tall, handsome, grey eyed man before her heart suddenly began to fail and she slipped into darkness again.

Due to the severity of her injuries and then her bad reactions to magic, the healers were forced to bring in muggle medical equipment to stabilise her and keep her alive. She was taken to a room in the ward that was strictly off limits to magic except for the healers. Sirius was now banned from entering the room. Any magical interference would cause the muggle medical equipment to go berserk, so he was resigned to remain in the waiting room nearest to her. The healer in charge was an older woman, who was kind enough to offer updates to Sirius each time she checked on Hermione.

Hermione awoke again four days later. This time, the healer came out and asked Sirius to follow her through. He had to leave his wand in a secure stand by the door before entering.
"We thought it would be best if someone she knew would be present, now that she is waking." The healer said, kindly opening the door for him.

Sirius stepped through the doorway and stopped. Unlike last time he saw her, there were quite a lot of machines and monitors surrounding her. Wires and tubes were coming from them and had been attached to her, hidden under a white sheet. Her arms, head and shoulders the only things not covered by the sheet. The necklace he gave her was about her throat; the fairy pendant resting just above the sheets. One of the machines beeped and the healer pushed past him gently to check the status.

"S-Sirius?" Hermione's voice brought his gaze back to her face. Her eyes were now open. Her brow was creased in puzzlement at the visitor standing just inside the doorway. Sirius moved quickly to her bedside, taking her hand gently. He was surprised at how cold her hand was against his.
"You gave us quite a scare you know." He said softly.
"Sirius? W-what happened?" Hermione asked, confusion in her voice.

"Is Harry alright?" Hermione tried to sit up. The machines around her started beeping and both Sirius and the Healer put a hand on her shoulder to stop her moving.

"Easy Hermione. You have been badly hurt. Harry is fine. So are Ron, and the others." Sirius reassured her as she sank back onto the bed flinching. The healer moved forwards and checked the monitors around her.
"You need to rest now." the healer said. "It seems that the accident you were in has caused quite a lot of damage to you." The healer told Hermione. Hermione now looked at the monitors frowning.
"Your body was and is still rejecting much of the spells we used to heal you, which is why you are being monitored by muggle equipment." The healer explained, noting her confusion at the equipment around her.

"We were only able to reset the bones to heal and repair your internal organs before your vitals began to fail. The more magic we used to heal you or around you, the worse you became. When we became aware that it was our magic making you worse, we realised that we needed to limit the magic to heal as much of you as was possible without the risk to lose you."

Hermione looked back at Sirius, her eyes wide and staring. Sirius saw now a frightened young woman, looking at a near stranger, as the Healer continued to explain that she was in a special ward in St Mungo's used for extreme cases like this when there was a magical aversion to the healing process. The Healer advised that she had broken both legs in several places from foot to hip; her pelvis was cracked and became unaligned. Several bones in her lower back and spine had shattered; she was lucky her spinal cord was not damaged. Several ribs had pierced her lungs, she had fractured her collarbone on one side and snapped a bone in her arm, piercing the skin. Hermione was told that there was severe bruising to her brain and there was a small crack in her skull from whatever impact had broken her body.

"As I said we were lucky to repair and heal as much as we could before your body started failing and we needed to start using muggle equipment." The healer paused, checking another monitor briefly before focusing back onto Hermione, "Unfortunately, this means that it will delay the progress of your recovery quite a bit."
Sirius watched Hermione as the crease in her brow took in all the information and processed the implications of her injuries.
"Will I be able to walk?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"That will be very much dependant on you and how you heal." The healer answered. "If you follow our advice you should be able to walk unassisted by the New Year."

Hermione nodded; her brow was still creased in deep thought. She asked one more question: "Will I be able to use magic?"
"I am sure that over time as your body heals you will be able to but we strongly advise that you refrain from using any magic until we are certain you are not at risk of further adverse reactions."
The healer took her leave and left Hermione and Sirius in the room together.

"Sirius?" Hermione brought Sirius out of his thoughts, "What happened?"

Sirius looked at the girl who had his heart. The girl who now didn't know his heart was hers. He no longer saw the sparkle each time, as she had once looked at him. He saw comfort in a familiar face and a trace of confusion. He watched as she tried to fight back a yawn determined to stay awake.

"One thing at a time Princess. Right now you need to get some rest." He said softly, watching as her eyes drooped more and more. As much as she tried to fight it, Hermione's eyes fluttered closed, looking into a pair of grey eyes. She drifted to sleep, the muggle equipment beeping around her monitoring her heartbeat, breathing and vitals. Sirius stayed with her as her breathing evened out, watching her as she slept. He knew he needed to alert Dumbledore, but it could wait a little longer. This may be the last chance he would be able to have time alone with her, before her parents were brought in and he would be pushed aside. He kissed her hand and whispered against it "I love you Princess."

Reluctantly he let go of her hand and moved to the door. He still had a lot of things to do with the Order and also regarding his own affairs now that he was no longer a wanted man. Sirius was still in the process of signing over deeds and titles that were denied to him when he was arrested. As he was now the sole heir of the Black family, everything previously owned by his parents went to him. He had also inherited the small fortune of properties, business titles and money from his Uncle Alphard whom had passed away shortly after his wife had died. As his uncle was a squib he had made his fortune in business between the magical and muggle communities throughout Europe and across the Atlantic.

Then there was the matter of his Godson. Harry was still in immense danger, even more so now that the truth of Voldemort's return was made public. Dumbledore had insisted that Harry was to still return to his Aunt and Uncle's. Sirius had escorted Harry home and politely threatened that they treat him well for the stay. It would only be two weeks for Harry to stay there before he was moved to a safe house, whether that would be the Weasley's or Grimmauld Place it was uncertain. Unfortunately he had no say in where Dumbledore decided to place him.

Sirius picked up his wand and walked slowly down the corridor. The look on his face kept anyone who recognised him from approaching as he made his way out of the magical hospital. He knew he needed to keep his distance. If Hermione didn't remember, he could only surmise that she would remember when she was strong enough to remember. He did not want to think about if she never did. No, he did not want to think about that at all.