Ginny woke up with a terrible migraine. Draco had his warm hand on her forehead. "Four days out, Red. Not bad."

His hand was slapped by Poppy, who breathed in relief as her protégée woke up. "I thought I lost you this time, Ginevra. I feared your hunt was over."

"I've only begun, Poppy."

The following weekend, Severus informed the Order of their success. In a rare display of anger, Arthur Weasley lost his temper, repeating over and over how he should have been testing the potion rather than his daughter. At least, this time he could have protected her. It was Ginny who stopped him, removing her bracelet. Molly had told her husband about the physical changes of their daughter, but seeing her for the first time put a stop to his rant. She put her hand on his forearm. "I just couldn't live like that anymore, dad. I asked Hermione and Severus to help me, not the contrary. You've seen now. You know why."

As an awkward silence fell on the meeting, Bill cleared his throat. He asked about the marble, hoping it would change the topic of discussion. Glad for the diversion, Ginny launched herself in an explanation that reminded the Weasleys that Fred and George weren't the only ones who could create manheim.

"If a memory can exist in liquid form, like in a pensieve, then it can exist in gas form in the right conditions. It's basic chemistry."

"Basic chemistry," approved Severus. The Order members who were present looked bewildered, and Severus shrugged at them. "Hermione and Ginny have become quite adept at mixing multiple specialties together. You can't tell me none of you expected them to mix magic and muggle technology?" He turned his back at the shameful looks the members gave him. "Amateurs…"

Remus straightened his spine. "What about the paralysis? Is it a side effect then?"

Ginny explained, "I managed to stabilize the gas enough in a marble that I could combine it with an airborne poison that paralyses people. It's a derivative of Botulinum toxin, which is why you couldn't move. And I added an extra layer of transfiguration to the memory charm, so that you experience the memory, not just witness it."

She blushed under the stared of the captivated audience, and continued. "I thought about using it as a weapon. If you could imprint fear and despair to a whole army...you could win each battle...But I couldn't find a way to make it target only certain people...Not really good if you reduce your army to a bunch of paralyzed dummies." She was shaking her head, clearly frustrated. "So I kept them on me, for emergencies only. And last time was an emergency."

-o0o-

Arthur was the next one to take the potion, and he was out for a few hours only. Ron asked, "This is a good sign, yeah?"

Draco answered, uncertain," Your dad was only bit recently by one of the horcrux. Red had a few more years of unpleasant experience. Harry though...Harry is one of them. He's always been. To be honest, it is surprising that he turned out to be the man he is. Weasley, I don't think I will feel safe until Harry re-opens his eyes."

"Oy mate, you didn't need to be so gloomy."

They both sat on a chair near Harry, who laid still in the giant bed Poppy had transfigured. They expected him to be in a coma for at least a week. Unwilling to remain in the somber atmosphere Harry's absence created, Hermione started organizing the schedule for the next two weeks. Between revisions for their N.E. , training for the war and remaining at Harry's bedside, all the Furies would have their hands and minds busy.

-o0o-

After three full weeks of comma, a desperate Ginny convinced Hermione to let her tether to her and Severus and go fend off Voldemort's soul in Harry's mind.

Draco looked at the picture in front of him. Severus and Hermione, both sitting on a chair, with one hand linked to each other and the other touching Ginny, herself lying with Harry. Their eyes were closed, and they breathed in unison in the otherwise silent room. Draco marvelled at the picture of the four of them, frozen like in a muggle painting. Soon, he focused back on the parchment in his hand. He had to prepare for Hermione's hellish herbology test, and Longbottom would only lend his personal notes for the day.

It felt like hours before Harry opened his eyes. Groggy, he asked for water. Draco brought him a glass and sat on the side of the bed not already used by Ginny. The witch stretched her arms, and touched Draco's hand lightly. She smiled at him, signaling that the procedure went as expected. Draco's eyes looked in Harry's. The expression on the boy-who-lived's handsome face was crystal clear.

Free at last.