Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
The doctor paged through the patient's records, scanning carefully though his gold-rimmed spectacles. He silently closed the folder and looked up, careful to avoid eye contact with anyone in the waiting room. The tension was gradually building until George Weasley abruptly stood up, pale, and harshly bellowed, "Let's go…he's gone!" He clenched his fists and stormed through the ward doors. The patient's young fiancé was sitting his bed, she pulled her bushy hair away from her brown eyes and stumbled over to the doctor, "Is there no hope?"
"This case is unique, however, it all comes down to the fact that he was hit with a powerful killing curse." The patients best friend stood up and said disbelievingly, "No, no! I was there, we were under my invisibility cloak! Doesn't that count for anything?" The doctor took a step back, "Well," he stammered pulling out his notes again. Harry rushed over and knocked the notes out of his hands, "He was my best friend! Not another statistic! I need a yes or no answer!" Ginny sat Harry down in the nearest armchair, squeezing his hand lovingly. Molly Weasley, the patient's mother, sat in the corner still unable to take in the tragic event that had occurred only hours ago. The doctor stepped forward, "Don't get me wrong, his heart's still beating, but only by magic, he probably won't ever wake up. It's a very deep coma," the doctor looked up cautiously, expecting an outbreak, "My advice is to go back to your lives as though he never left them because he will, most likely, never come back."…
Hermione woke up, suddenly tensed, taking a deep breathe she slid out of bed. Rubbing her eyes, she heard the peaceful snoring of Viktor Krum sleeping beside her. She walked through the dark hallways of the manor to her daughter, Rose's, bedroom. Her footsteps to this room were very familiar, for it was always what she did after this recurring dream over the past years. She crept into the warm pink bedroom where her sweet Rose was sleeping. The little girl's cheeks were lightly flushed and her red curls were spread messily over her pillow. Hermione lightly fiddled with them, careful not to wake the child. The cozy night light by the bed shone around the room drawing her eyes to a picture of their family at Christmas, Rose was in the middle beaming up at the camera while Hermione held her and Viktor had his arm draped loosely over her shoulders, smiling at the two of them. Harry's voice echoed through her mind, "Ron loved you, he would've wanted your life to go on…he would've wanted you to be happy." Hermione kissed her daughter's forehead and walked sleepily back to her bedroom. She cuddled close to her husband, trying to erase the memories that still haunted her.