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Dead… he can't be the young blonde thought even now three weeks later it didn't make sense of it. So he just sat there, speaking to no one, eating little and drinking only alcohol, he never left his bed lying sprawled over his sheets still wearing the formal trousers and black shirt he'd been wearing on the day. He could hear his mother pleading through the door, but he didn't care, nothing mattered now. He had risked Azkaban for his father and now his father was dead because of Voldemort. Draco sank deeper into his depression, her closed his eyes and wished to sleep forever, in doing so Draco had provoked old magic and sent himself into a magical coma trapping himself in a dream.

When Pansy had finally got into Draco's room she sent Draco's weeping mother away. She could feel the magic in Draco's burning flesh, and though barley 18 she knew she was in over her head, Draco had locked himself in his room after the funeral and refused to come out loosing himself to his depression. Nothing Pansy said or done had made any difference. In the few events she'd managed to get past the wards and into Draco's room, he'd just sat there with his whiskey bottle, his grey eyes usually cold to his enemy and shining around his friends so full of life when she had looked into them on her visits it was like looking into an empty void, a nothingness that scared her more than pain or death ever would.

Pansy apparated him to a magical hospital in Australia (she couldn't take him to St. Mungo's due to the events at Hogwarts). At the hospital they put tubes in his arms to feed his already weakened body and changed his clothes which were covered in filth. They cleaned his body of the sticky, whiskey smelling stains. She sat in the chair beside his bed when a doctor approached.

"Miss Parkinson?" asked a tall woman in a long white coat her slim glasses reminding her of McGonnagal.

"That's me" Pansy said standing up quickly. "Do you know what's wrong?"

"We believe so, based on the information you provided of Mr Malfoy's mental state before he went into this coma and his general personality, you said he was scared of death so wouldn't have wanted to die… but if he'd wished to sleep forever he may have provoked an ancient magic, its known in the story of sleeping beauty as the spell the beauty was put under but it doesn't necessarily need loves true kiss to wake him up, just some one to get past his defences to make him react, the spell's name is Gwirod Maglu. That's the old welsh in English it's roughly translated into Spirit trap."

"Dr Marlins you're needed in surgery 6 please" some ones voice announced out of no where. Dr Marlins glanced at her watch and handed Pansy a book.

"Read this we can't do any thing but keep his body stable but it's down to you to save his soul" She said before heading to surgery 6. Pansy sat back, for once, wishing she had some one to help her.

She opened the old, musty smelling book at the book marked page and rubbed her tired eyes. She looked a Draco on the bed his face pale but relaxed in his enchanted coma.

"When you wake up Draco Malfoy I'm going to kill you" she said no real threat in her words. Resting back she began to read.

Pansy had never been very good in charms and this one was a particularly nasty one, once she finished the book she wished Dumbledor was still alive, he would have helped Draco, she wished for Draco to wake up, she just wished for some help. She took a deep breath and processed the information that she'd gotten from the book. The spell Draco was under was possibly deadly but thanks to medical magic they now could push nutrient filled fluid straight into Draco's body, to keep her best friend alive. But the spell he'd woven as an escape would prove as a trap, trapping him in him in his dream world, even his nightmares. It would take a person who was strong and could always provoke a reaction to pull him out of it. They'd have to say the incantation that was found in the book and get pulled into the 'coma' with Draco but on Draco's dream plain, find Draco and convince him to fight his way out. The spell simply wouldn't work if the person wasn't strong enough and if they couldn't get a reaction from the soul of the person they'd either become lost or have to return to their own body (often with minor injuries or exhaustion pansy noticed bitterly).She knew she couldn't help she'd spent the past three weeks trying to help, Crab and Goyal were useless…. Blaise was her only hope. Kissing Draco's forehead she sent him a silent plea to hold on then she got up and flooed back to London in search of the one person she thought could help.