I really hope you enjoy this story. The idea really just kind of hit me. I am going to fill you in on things before we start. This is in first person from the eyes of Scorpius Malfoy. A lot of this story will be flash backs. Some may be very small, but others may last two or three chapters. I am not planning on making this story very long, but I have said that about other fanfics I wrote and they turn out of be 20 or 30 chapters. So we will see where this takes us. Well here it is! Enjoy!


Chapter One

Hello? Can anyone hear me? I tried to ask as the darkness slowly began to engulf me. I didn't hear my words spoke though. Hello? It is really dark! I tried screaming this time, but still didn't get a response. Was I in Hell?

"Scorpius… can you hear me?" I heard a very distant female voice say my name.

Yes! Barley! I tried, but it was fruitless. It began to get darker and darker as I wondered where exactly I was. If I was in Hell, wouldn't there be fire and demons?

"I saw eye movement!" I heard an overly excited man yell, which jerked me back toward the light a little bit. Who was it? He sounded familiar, but I couldn't place him.

"Scorpius, I need you to open your eyes for me." The distant female voice instructed me. My eyes weren't open? I tried to open my eyes, but they were extremely heavy. "Come on, Scorpius… just open your eyes…" She sounded very nice and patient, now that she was actually in hearing distance. I wonder why she didn't just move closer before.

I can't! I yelled, but again nothing was coming out. I tried again to open my eyes, but again, the darkness stayed.

"What is wrong with him?" I heard another female voice say. This time it sounded worried and very frantic.

"I'm not sure… he seems to be conscious… I don't see why he won't open his eyes." The calm female voice said and this time it sounded as if she were right above me.

"I can't." I heard myself say, but it was barley above a whisper.

"What was that? Did he speak?" The man yelled, but it didn't sound like he was angry.

"I think so… Scorpius, can you hear me?" The calm female asked.

"Yes…" My voice came out again, in a sound barley above a whisper. I heard the frantic woman squeal and the man roar, but I am pretty sure it was meant to be laughter.

"Scorpius," the calm woman said my name again. "I need you to open your eyes for us."

"I can't…" I told her in my quiet tone. I didn't understand why my voice was so low. I wasn't meaning for it to be. In my head I was yelling.

"Try for me… I know it is hard, but try." She begged me and if my eyes weren't sealed shut I would have rolled them. I didn't come back with my usual witty comment.

"They are heavy…" I tried to tell her, but it seemed my voice was getting lower by the second.

"Heavy?" She now sounded a bit dumbfounded. "I need you to keep trying. Don't give up. You really need to open your eyes."

"Come on, Sweetheart. You can do it!" I heard the other woman yell.

"Shh… not so loud, Dyann." I heard the man say.

"That's my mom's name too." I tried to say with my voice, but nobody said anything. I don't think my voice was loud enough for them to hear. I had to open my eyes! I just had to! On the count of three, I told myself.

One

Two

Three!

I battled with the weights that felt like they weighed two ton to open my eyes. It was a really hard battle. One that I was almost for sure I was going to lose half way through it. I finally pushed them up though.

When my eyes adjusted I would have jumped back if I hadn't already been laying down. Three people stood over me, hovering. I was surprised I was able to breathe with them so close.

"Scorpius!" I heard the frantic woman yell and looked to see that it was indeed my mother. I tried to smile at her, but nothing seemed to happen. It was like my mouth took on the weight now that my eyes were open.

As I looked at the man, who was the closes to my face, I was my own icy silver-blue eyes staring straight back at me. Sure, his had wrinkle and bags under them, but they were still the same as mine. My father was probably the one I was most happy to see.

"Scorpius," I heard the other woman say. Looking at her I realized I didn't know her. What was she doingin my room?- Wait a minute… was this my room.

Looking around I saw the porcelain looking walls with no pictures on the walls. This told me it wasn't my room. My room had qudditch posters up everywhere. There was one window that I could see through the corner of my eye (my neck didn't seem to be working either). Where was I?

"Do you know where you are, honey?" My mother asked. She must have picked up on my looking around the room.

I wanted to say no, but the weight on my mouth forbid me to talk anymore. I saw the hurt look in her eyes as all I did was stare at her.

"Why isn't he talking anymore?" She turned to the woman that I didn't know and yelled.

"Well, Mrs. Malfoy," the woman sighed. "He is probably in a state of shock… he took a very big stab in the chest…"

Stab? Were they still talking about me? I couldn't have taken any stab to the chest. Wouldn't I feel it? Come to think of it, though, I couldn't feel anything.

"He was talking just a moment ago…" my father cut in.

"Yes, but you have to remember, that was when his eyes were closed. His mind maybe just coming out of the coma and can only take on one thing at a time. I doubt he can even feel anything just yet." The woman explained and it made me wonder if she was a mind reader. I wanted to shut my eyes again, but I was afraid if I did that I may never get them back open. I was even antsy about blinking.

"I…" I tried to speak, but it was the only word I got out before the weight got even heavier over my mouth. It certainly got their attention though.

"Yes, Scorp?" My dad urged me, but I knew I couldn't answer him. I tried to speak through my eyes, but it was no use. I wasn't good at it. Of course, I never had this problem before, so how could I possibly be good at it. I wanted to scream with frustration, but with my mouth not working, I couldn't even do that!

"Come on, baby." I saw my mother take my hand, but I couldn't feel it. I looked at it, but still felt nothing. Come to think of it, I couldn't feel anything except my mouth and eyes. Was I paralyzed?

"Imm…" I tried to ask if I was, but again, didn't get out very much.

"Maybe we should let him rest…" My father suggested, but the woman shook her head.

"No… he doesn't need to go back to sleep until he is back to normal. Otherwise we may never get him back." I saw the look in her eyes. She meant that I might die. That triggered a memory, but it was gone so fast I couldn't even grasp it to see what it was.

"Then what do you suggest we do, Nurse Holcomb?" My father was getting aggravated and I knew that was never good.

"We have to keep talking to him… urging him to try to talk to us… try to move his body." The woman, who was apparently Nurse Holcomb, informed my father.

"Scorpius… its Mommy." My mother said and I wanted to laugh. I hadn't called her that since I started Hogwarts. That triggered a strong memory.

Hogwarts… her… but who was she? In my mind her red hair was like nothing I had ever seen before and her eyes were so jade it was impossible to look at anything else. Then she laughed… oh that laugh. It was sweet music in my mind. A blush now formed across her pale cheeks as she looked at me… who was she? She seemed so familiar!

Again I wanted to scream it was annoying me so much; the only difference from last time is that I did. I must have been so preoccupied that I lifted the weight and let out a full fledged yell.

This made all three people jump about three inches off their feet and look at me with big eyes.

"What is it, baby? Are you hurt?" My mother questioned, again very frantic. She was fearing I might be in pain.

"No…" My voice was back! It was still very low, but it was louder than it had been the last time.

"He spoke!" My father's huge smile washed over me and somewhere inside me it was warm. It was the start of my feeling.

"Scorpius… can you feel anything?" Nurse Holcomb didn't seem at all surprised that I had spoke. The scream was what seemed to shake her up.

"Not really…" I answered, trying my best to make my voice louder, but it was useless again. "Am I paralyzed?"

"I don't think so… of course, I am not sure." She replied to my question. "We will have to work with you to see. You might just be in shock."

Shock? Shock from what? What had happened? Where was I?

"Where am I?" I questioned, my eyes observing the very dull room again.

"You are in St. Mungo's." My father was the one that answered this time. St. Mungo's? How had I gotten here?

"Why?" Was my next question.

"We will have plenty of time to talk about that later, Sweetheart." My mother replied, smiling rather sadly at me.

"Scorpius, I want you to try to move your head." Nurse Holcomb instructed me. I looked a her. "Your head." She repeated, but I couldn't. My neck seemed as if it were clamped and couldn't move.

"I can't." I finally gave up trying.

"All right…" This time she wrote something down on a clipboard I now noticed she was holding. Was that my file? Great… I now had a file at St. Mungo's… my dream come true. Not.

"Can you feel your mother's hand on yours?" She questioned, not even looking at me, but keeping her eyes steady on the clipboard.

"No." I answered and heard my mother gasp.

"Nurse Holcomb… wasn't there a spell you said you could do that might help?" My father turned toward the nurse and she peered up over the clipboard. Her long nose almost touching it.

"Are you sure about that, Mr. Malfoy?" She asked my father and I turned my eyes toward him. What were they talking about? What spell?

"Yes, I am positive. He is doing so well… I don't want him to lose that…" my father explained.

"You do realize if this spell works that he will be able to feel his wound?" Nurse Holcomb sounded precautious.

"Just do it!" My father yelled and I saw my mother take his shoulder. My father had always had a bad temper. Something about a bad childhood… I couldn't remember right then.

"No need to yell, Mr. Malfoy." The nurse assured him and took out her want. She pointed at me and yelled something I couldn't even understand.

Suddenly my vision turned red as pain engulfed me. I screeched out as I felt everything coming back to me. The pounding headache, the searing foot spasm, and the worst of it all, my chest throbbed like nothing I had ever felt before. Had I been shot? Wait… she said stabbed right? Who had stabbed me? I screamed as I felt tears stroll down my face. I was going to pass out!

"Scorpius calm down…" I heard the nurse say and then another hand was on mine. Was she crazy? Did she know what kind of pain I was in? She had done this time me! Gotten the spell wrong! Something! I would kill her!

Again kill triggered a memory and it stayed long enough for me to catch a glimpse of green light, but then it was gone again. It was what calmed me down. I took in a deep breath as I allowed myself to settle back down on the bed. I opened my eyes (just noticing they were shut again) to see the three looking extremely shocked again. The pain was still there, in my head and chest, but it seemed more bearable now that I wasn't jolting. Of course, I hadn't realized I had been.

"Breathing hurts." I informed the surrounding people, my voice seemed to be back to normal now. My father let a chuckle escape his lips, but I didn't see what he found to laugh about.

"Scorpius, do you remember what happened to you? Why you were stabbed?" Nurse Holcomb questioned in a physiatrist sort of way. She was really beginning to get on my nerves… now that I could feel my nerves.

"No… I don't." I replied, trying to think. You would think I wouldn't forget getting stabbed.

"Try." Was all she said. It wasn't in a kind or gentle tone anymore. It was mono and I didn't really like it.

"I… don't… know…" I said against gritted teeth. The pain was so bad it was about all I could do. I reached down and felt where the wound was. There was a large bandage there, but I could still feel the pressure.

"What is the last thing you remember?" Nurse Holcomb kept firing at me. I sighed, now being able to.

"I don't know… um… Christmas… I got a the new Fire Bolt X." I explained to her and then my parents exchanged skeptical glances. "What?"

"Honey… that was four Christmases ago…" My mother explained to me softly. It was?

"It was?" I was shocked. Sure I remembered other things, but they kept going in and out of my head so fast I couldn't latch on to any of them to see what they were.

"Yeah, Scorp… remember? We got you the new the new Fire Bolt XII this year." My father replied, giving me a very hopeful look. I tried remembering it, I really did. The only thing I got was a bigger headache though and I shook my head.

"We should really let him rest. We don't want to make him over do it." Nurse Holcomb rushed my parents. I saw the look in my mother's eyes. She didn't want to leave, but knew it was best for me.

"We will be back first thing tomorrow, baby." She assured me, moving toward me, giving me a kiss on the forehead. I didn't protest this time the way I usually do. Like last week… or what I remembered of last week… she kissed me good bye on the train going back to Hogwarts and I nearly died.

"Hang in there, Son." My father bent down and hugged me. For a minute I didn't think he would let go.

"Draco… come along." My mother finally said and when my father pulled away his eyes were tear glazed. It shocked me. In all my thirteen years I have never seen my father cry. Wait… no… didn't they say that was four Christmas ago. So thirteen plus four is… seventeen… SEVENTEEN! I was seventeen? Bloody hell!

I didn't say anything, though, really wanting to go to sleep. I was unbelievably tired; which now that I think about it, is unbelievable since I have been asleep. She did say coma, right?

As the three of them filed out of the room I was left in silence. It was rather annoying really… just hearing my own thoughts. Half the time not even been able to grab hold of them.

I sighed, giving up, and closed my eyes. There she was again. Hair fiery red, eyes jaded green, cheeks flushed ever so tender… she took my breath away by just looking at her in my mind. I felt myself slowly drifting off thinking about her, but it didn't matter. Maybe then I would figure out her name. Little did I know, I did.

"Rose!" I screamed as I shot up out of my bed, into pitch blackness.

A/N: Bare with me here. I know this chapter is a little slow and the next chapter is a bit humorous, but it doesn't start getting good or in depth until about Chapter Three, so don't give up after reading these two chapters. Please R/R!