St. Mungo's
It isn't fair that you're is like
this. When you killed Voldemort Bellatrix couldn't believe it. Her
specialty was the Crutacius curse. She used it on you. Harry, you
should have died, the St. Mungo's healers say. That is how intense
the pain was. The nurse says I am lucky. The couple in the corner
Alice and Frank Longbottom, they were driven insane by the curse.
Their son was killed by the very same curse. Every once in a while
Alice comes up to me. Gestures me to give something to her son. It
is always a blowing gum wrapper. Drooble's Best. I hate the Crucio
curse. But the Prophecy was correct. Voldemort was the only one
that could kill you, Harry. So you lived. Only a half life though.
You live in a coma.
I hate this white starched bed, these glowing white walls. I hate being in St. Mungo's. But just like when my Mum was in this hospital, a different wing but the same blinding white walls.
It has been four years since Voldemort was killed, and you were driven into a coma. But the memory is fresh in my mind. The one of you handing me the ring. Telling me there is no reason to fear any more. We can be married now. Just like we wanted. What did you know? I can't make those thoughts go away. Can't erase them. They run through my mind endlessly.
You talk sometimes. You're not really awake. Sometimes when you
talk you cry. I hold your hand. Dry your tears. Other times you
scream. You tell Voldemort not to kill your Parents. Not to kill
Cedric. ....Not to kill me. You're the one he wants. I talk to
you. I tell you everything will be alright. Remember when you told
me that? Do you believe me? I don't.
When I sleep I dream. Of us. Happy. Together. But your face interrupts the dream. Your green eyes I loved like glass. Your face pale. Lifeless. I wake up shaking. The nurses whisper. They say soon...If I stay by your side like this, I'll be a patient. I think they are right.
So now I try to leave. Tell myself you're gone. But your not. I can't think that. Until I realize it. I have been alone for four years. You've never really been with me all this time I've been with you. This comes to me as The Nurse places me under a silencing spell so my screams stop. They lay my body on the depressingly white bed next to yours. I need to leave. I need to go. Give Neville his presents. See Daddy. I still scream. A silent one. But a scream.
I've stopped screaming now. I lay perfectly still, the nurses spell still working. I am vaguely aware of people whispering. My Dad, he is there. He wants to know if I'll get better, and if maybe I can go home with him. But I don't want to go with him. My home is with you, Harry. I can't leave without you.