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CHAPTER 10 WAKING IN FEAR

The next morning, Draco was the first to wake. He stretched, and slid over so that his feet were touching the floor from the side of the bed. He yawned widely as he got up off the bed, and silently stepped over to his trunk. He got out his robes and clothes and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

When he returned to see who else was awake, he saw that everyone else was up except Harry.

Odd, he thought to himself. Usually he's up by now. Better go check up on him.

"Zabini!" he called. "Have you seen Potter this morning?"

"No," replied Blaise. "I thought he would be at breakfast already."

"Have you checked the dorms?"

"No. After all, who doesn't love a good lie-in on a Sunday morning?"

"True, very true. But all the same, let's go check on him. I'm starting to get a little bit nervous." The two of them quickly walked into the dormitory.

When they came to Harry's bed, they were surprised to find him still asleep. But the weird thing was that they couldn't see the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

"Wake up, Harry," whispered Draco, shaking him by the shoulder gently. The raven-haired boy didn't move. Draco shook him harder, but when that didn't work, he brought his hand up to Harry's face and slapped him. Still nothing happened. Draco paled a few shades. Usually when he slapped people in the face, they woke up instantly.

"Blaise, go get Snape," he said. "I don't know what to do." The other boy ran out of the dorm quickly. Within five minutes, he returned, the Potions Master following.

"What has Potter done this time?" inquired Snape in a flat voice, one eyebrow raised slightly.

"He won't wake up. I've tried everything that I could think of…except magic," Draco replied. He blushed when he realized that he had forgotten spells in his worry.

"Well then, let's try this. Ennervate," called Snape softly, putting the tip of his wand just barely on Harry's chest. Still nothing happened. The Potions Master placed his left hand on Harry's chest now, feeling for a heartbeat. He found it, weak, but still beating. He closed his eyes, searching for the reason behind this deep sleep. When he found the dream from the night before, he opened his eyes abruptly and stepped back, paler than usual.

"Professor? What is it?" asked Draco, concern in his eyes.

"It's the Dark Lord," replied Snape, shaking.

"WHAT?"

"Somehow Potter managed to get into the Riddle Mansion where they were holding a Death Eater meeting…a real one. The Dark Lord discovered him, and hit him with the Killing Curse, only…it backfired. Potter is now in a magic-induced coma." Snape was now sitting on the bed, holding his head in his hands.

"How long will it last?" inquired Draco, glancing at Harry.

"There's no way to tell. As long as the Dark Lord has a hold on him, Potter stays in the coma."

"What should we do?" asked Blaise, speaking for the first time since the professor had arrived. He felt that it was his and Draco's responsibility to look after the raven-haired boy ever since he had come into Slytherin, so they both felt natural concern for him.

"There is nothing we can do, except wait. But for now, let's get him to the Hospital Wing. He'll be safer there." And with that, Snape rose from the bed, naturally expecting the teens to follow him. Blaise came behind the Potions Master, dark eyes cast down. Draco brought up the rear, carrying Harry in his arms.

Oooooh, cliffie! What's wrong with Harry? And why does Snape seem to know so much about magical comas? All will be answered soon! PLEASE REVIEW!