Chapter 7: Waking Up

"Honestly Ronald. If you don't quiet down you're going to get us kicked out." Hermione's voice hissed.

"Sorry, it's just… Its been almost two months… I'm beginning to think he's never going to wake up." Ron's voice replied slightly louder and sounding upset.

"Don't talk like that. You're his best friend," ordered Hermione sounded slightly angry.

The gears in Harry's groggy mind slowly started turning as the voices of his friends reached his ears though it seemed to take forever for those words to reach his brain. "waking up sounds like a good idea." the little voice in Harry's head commented, "it does, but I don't think my eyes will open," replied another voice in Harry's head. "You'll never know until you try." the little voice stated.

Finally, after what felt like years to Harry, he was able to open his heavy eye lids enough to let in enough light to make him wince and squeeze his eyes closed again.

"Harry?"

He felt the bed sag slightly as Hermione sat next to him.

"Where am I?" Harry managed, his voice sounding strange, quiet and raspy in his own ears as he unwillingly opened his eyes so he could glimpse Hermione fixing him with an anxious stare perched on the side of his bed.

"You're in the hospital wing Harry, you've been in a coma for almost two months." Hermione replied slowly and quietly. "We were starting to think you'd never wake up." With that Hermione leaned over and gently hugged him before pulling back and Ron came back accompanied by madam Pomfrey the school nurse.

"We'll , welcome back to the land of the living." Mme. Pomfrey smiled slightly as she checked Harry's pulse, his eyes, his ears, his nose and his mouth.

Ron and Hermione waited patiently until she left to tell Dumbledore about Harry awakening.

"You gave us a right bloody scare mate." Ron practically whispered as he sat down on the other side of the bed still looking slightly wide-eyed. "The whole school thought you were both going to die."

"Both?" Harry asked as he rubbed at his eyes in order to keep them from closing again. He still felt tired but since it had been, according to his friends, months since he was last conscience, Harry decided it would be best to stay awake.

"Yeah…" said Ron glancing around as if he was making sure no one was listening. "Right after you started falling Skyler swan-dived off his broom and caught you." Ron paused, "I didn't really see what happened after that… Everyone was running off the stands screaming their heads off thinking you were both flattened into the ground."

"He's okay though… Right?" Harry asked hoping, since Hermione was there, that he didn't sound overly worried.

"Yes, of course he is… He barley had a scratch, just knocked himself out." Hermione insured, making Harry realize for the first time that she was holding his hand. "Everyone thinks he must've said a spell or something before you both reached the ground."

"Yeah…" Ron added, moving over to a spare bed so he could face them better, leaning forward his elbows on his knees, shaggy red-orange hair falling into his face before he pushed it back with one hand, "I mean," he continued looking from Harry to Hermione and back again, "How else would he have survived without saying one?" He concluded knowing as well as Harry did that Skyler could barely use magic at all and being that he was a lycan, he could've survived a five hundred foot drop and lived on without any magical help what so ever and emerged with barely any sign of injury (unless something hit him on the way down, for example: a tree or rock).

Harry nodded slightly, so maybe Skyler did still care about him, maybe he had been slightly over reacting when he noticed his brother and Malfoy being friends. "I'm acting like a jealous ex." Harry thought staring at his feet, "but what if Malfoy tried to get him to become a death eater or something?"

"Harry, are you alright?" Harry looked at Hermione slightly blurry form and blinked, his eyes unfocused due to not wearing his glasses, "Yea… I feel fine, why?"

"We'll you haven't said anything in nearly 10 minutes…" Hermione replied still looking worried and exchanging glances with Ron.

"I'm just tired…" Harry said leaning his head back against the white puffy pillows and looking from Hermione, to Ron, to the window across from him, then back again.

"Well we'll leave you to rest then." said Hermione leaning over to give Harry a quick hug before standing along with Ron.

"Ron, can I talk to you alone for a minute?" ask Harry quickly before Hermione and Ron walked away, Ron stopped and Hermione, after glancing between them, left closing the large wood door somewhat quietly behind her.

"What's up?" asked Ron as he took the chair Hermione had recently vacated, once more resting his elbows on his knee's.

"Is Skyler alright? He wasn't injured?" Harry asked glade now that he had told Ron the truth.

"He's fine… I talked to him about a week after the accident. His back and ribs were a little sore but the main thing that worried him was you… Blames himself for a lot of stuff that's happened." Ron replied slouching slightly in the chair and staring at Harry intently.

"Can you go get him? I want to apologize…" Harry trailed off as Ron stood.

"Yea of course…" nodded Ron and jogged out of the hospital wing leaving Harry alone is the almost creepy silence.

Harry settled back against the pillows to wait, wondering what it was exactly he was going to say to him when he and Ron came back, and allowed his eyes to close.

And before Harry could think up a single word, he had fallen asleep.