A/N: Harry Potter is the work of J.K. Rowling. I own nothing, I simply just like to play with some of the beautiful characters she wrote.
A/N: This is one of my first fanfictions I'm ever posting. I've read many and I've wrote some, but I have never posted before.
Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours, hours became days and days became months, months eventually became years and it was driving Ana mad.
Ana had long since decided that this was far worse torture than what Bellatrix Lestrange had offered her. Her only solace was that every few days they would dose her with a strong sleeping potion in order to run tests. The potion would last for a couple days but then she would be back to waking, and sleeping, and waiting.
Ana was always waiting.
Waiting for a visitor, waiting for some healer or mediwitch to talk while in her room. Anything to let her know what day it was, what was going on in the outside world.
She thought of Harry often, always hoping that while Petunia was not the best sister, maybe she'd be a decent aunt. Optimism was by far the best way to get by when one was trapped in ones mind.
At first she had weekly visits from various people and those were a comfort. Kingsley would chat about the ministry and catching stray Death Eaters. He would talk about the trials and other going ons in the Ministry.
Molly would stop by as often as she could with so many children and she chatted about them and how she was so glad that she finally had a girl to dote upon. Sometimes she came alone in the evening after Arthur was home from work and would just sit with her.
Minerva would stop by mostly during the summer when Hogwarts was on break. She'd chat about transfiguration and troublesome students mostly. Sometimes about a newspaper article that she found interesting or a new type of Whiskey she had tried.
For the most part it seemed that the wizarding world after Voldemort was doing well.
The one person who she hadn't heard again was Remus. If she were being honest, it stung. She knew Remus had needed time but one day when Molly was visiting she had said that Percy was starting Hogwarts and it was then that Ana realized just exactly how long it had been since he had come to speak with her.
She understood taking some time but Percy had been five when she had first been placed in St. Mungos.
Six years. He hadn't been by in almost six years. She tried to rationalize that he didn't know she could hear everything that was going on around her, that he just figured she was gone for good. Still it was hurtful that her oldest friend had never returned.
To keep from losing her mind Ana often spent her time thinking about simpler times. She'd play precious memories over again and again. Sometimes she'd recite potions and the steps to make them, or spells and their uses. Still, she had been a prisoner for years and no one had any clue that she was quite aware of the world around her.
So she still would sleep, and wake, and wait. Wait on the healers to figure something out, or figure a way regain movement of her body again. Sometimes Ana feared that she would be like this until her death but then she would quickly avert her thoughts to something more positive.
She would get better, she would get out of this hell that had been thrusted upon her. She had too.
Visits still came but they had become less frequent. Kingsley often stopped by around the New Year and then whenever he had the time throughout the year.
She and Kingsley had been good friends. He was often patched up by her and when she had shoved him out of the way of an Avada once during an Order mission, it had gained her a loyal friend for life. Near death experiences always seemed to bring people together.
Molly had always made the trip a couple times a year. Christmas and her birthday.
Minerva came frequently during the summer holidays and Ana was thankful that the older woman had always had a soft spot for her. Minerva Mcgonagall was a comfort to Ana, her presence was soothing and she always spoke to Ana like she hadn't been lying in a hospital bed for years.
She spoke to Ana like she knew that she would wake up eventually. It gave Ana hope that one day she'd be able to tell her former professor just how much she had helped her while trapped in her own mind.
One day Minerva had come in and began to recount the adventures of one Harry Potter who had started school. Ana's mind wept as Minerva told her about him and his two best friends. He was a seeker, the youngest in a century and Ana knew that wherever James was, he was beaming with pride. He was a decent student and Minerva sounded wistful when she said he and his friends were troublemakers just like another group of students Minerva used to teach. He was a Gryffindor and a James Potter carbon copy except with Lily's bright green eyes.
When Minerva had left that day Ana was sure that she had never felt so low in the 10 years she has been wasting away here. She was so angry that she could've sworn that her finger had twitched but no one had been there to see it and Ana couldn't do it again.
The next year Minerva had come by and had told her more about the young Gryffindor. She hadn't said much except that he was gifted and quite brave. Ana had felt that she wasn't telling her something but it wasn't like she could ask.
When Minerva departed the same deep anger she felt the last time had reared it's ugly head again. It was just so unfair, Harry was growing up and was in Hogwarts and she had no idea of he even knew she existed. She had hoped that with him being fast friends with Ronald; Molly's boy, that maybe she had told Harry about her.
A life full of stories recited from other people is not how she wanted Harry to know her. She wanted him to know her personally, she was the best person to tell him about his parents and herself. She was his aunt and laying in this bed, she felt like she was constantly letting her brother down.
Harry had been hers to care for after Jamie and Lily died and she had only had him for a week. Now he was almost a teenager and she had been here all this time. Ana didn't think she could take much more, and with a burst of energy she hadn't felt in many years her hand had gripped the blankets that surrounded her body.
Her fist had lasted for maybe five seconds before she could no longer control it.
Elation over rode every other emotion and she knew that this time she had definitely moved her hand. More than that she had grabbed something.
No one had seen it but Ana knew that she could do this. She could gain control and get to Harry.
So she began trying, every day and every night. Whenever she was awake she focused on moving. She no longer allowed herself to recite potions or charms, she no longer lingered on her memories. Anger had seemed to be the best emotion to trigger her movement but Ana knew that focusing on that wasn't good so she focused on Harry, on Jamie, Lily, and Remus.
It had been shortly after Ana had woken up one morning. She began her regular routine of focusing on moving when a healer had come in. It was a woman from the tone of her voice and she had begun cleaning her and brushing her hair out. It felt nice and Ana relaxed some. No matter how long she had been there, the healers of St. Mungos had always taken phenomenal care of her. She was one of them after all and they seemed to give her the best care they could, always going above and beyond.
The Healer had just finished tucking Ana's sheets back around her when the door to her room opened. It was another healer from what Ana could gather and she felt her insides freeze when they began speaking about Sirius Black.
"They still haven't found him you know? No one can figure out how Black has done it. Azkaban guards didn't see anything."
"It's unsettling that he's out there roaming around. Did you hear they're putting Dementors down at Hogwarts? I guess they're frightened that he'll show up there."
Ana felt the familiar anger rise as she thought about the bastard who had been responsible for taking away everything near Harry.
It was the logical conclusion that he had broken out and was going to finish what he had started all those years ago when he betrayed them.
The woman was still puttering about Ana's bedside and chatting when Ana willed her hand to grab the healers. Just as the woman was adjusting her blankets for the last time she raised her hand and grasped the healers arm.
Twin gasps echoed through the room. "Miss Potter? Can you hear me?"
Ana wanted to scream yes that she could but her mouth wasn't cooperating with her brain. So she did the only thing that her body would allow her to do, and squeezed the healers arm tighter.
"Oh my gosh. Hilda, please go get Healer Shreever and owl whoever her contact is on her chart. She might be waking up."
Soon her room was exploding with voices talking over one another. Her arms were being moved and wands were touching her. It was overwhelming but Ana could've cried with relief that they seemed to finally understand that she was in here. Waiting.
Soon the wizard she had identified as Healer Shreever had quieted everyone down.
"I want her arms and her legs exercised twice and hour by whoever is covering the floor. We need to get her body used to being moved again."
The female who she had grabbed spoke next.
"We owled her contact. Professor Lupin can't get away from Hogwarts currently but should be here this weekend. We told him she wasn't awake but she had moved."
"I want her monitored closely and updates every hour."
Everyone was filing out but Ana couldn't concentrate on them, all she could focus on was what the healer had said.
Professor.
Remus Lupin was teaching at Hogwarts, clearly back in England and he hadn't even bothered to check on her. Many times they had said Marauders forever, and instead of sticking by her side he had abandoned her.
Ana felt tears stinging her eyes and suddenly a weight had been lifted. Her eyes cracked open and bright lights blinded her.
Her arms felt like they were tied to stones as she tried to drag one up to cover her eyes.
Her door suddenly opened and Ana heard multiple things hit the ground as footsteps rushed over.
"Miss Potter? Oh Merlin, Miss Potter can you hear me?"
Ana opened her mouth and it felt like sandpaper rubbing together as she tried to speak. "Lights."
Her healer gasped and Ana could tell the lights dimmed from the small crack of her eyelids.
With all the energy she had, Ana forced them all the way open and standing right next to her was a young healer. She was dainty with bright blue eyes and her dirty blonde hair was cropped close to her ears.
Ana suddenly felt incredibly thirsty and her throat was itchy. Forcing herself to speak again, she croaked out, "water?"
The Healer bustled around and Ana's eyes followed her as she grabbed her a glass of water and a straw. She held the straw to Ana's mouth and Ana winced as the first sips of cool water hit her throat.
It stung but it was the most alive Ana had felt in many years and after drinking the whole glass she turned her head away.
The Healer smiled so brightly that Ana couldn't help but offer whatever smile she could muster back.
Ana had never felt as exhausted when she was in her coma as she did now. The Healer seemed to understand and she grabbed her hand.
"Miss Potter, I'm sure that you have many questions and we will have all the time in the world now to catch you up. You rest now, you have a long recovery ahead of you."
Ana cleared her throat, still wincing at how raw it felt and asked the only question that was on her mind at the moment.
"The date?"
The Healer smiled sympathetically and squeezed her hand. "It's October 31st, 1993."
Ana felt her eyes sting again and of course the healer knew what had happened on this very day, twelve years ago. It had been over a decade but her brother and sister-in-law's death still was hard to handle.
The healer sat on the edge of Ana's bed.
"Rest Miss Potter, if I understand correctly you have a nephew out there who you need to get better for."
Ana nodded and pushed her sadness away. She had finally done what she had tried to do for years. She had woken up and she was going to get to see Harry. She would finally get her nephew back and she'd protect him from Sirius Black this time, even if it was the last thing she'd do.
With the thought of Harry swirling around her mind she closed her eyes and drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
A/N: Ana has finally woken up! I'm sorry if this felt a little rushed but I really wanted Ana to get her ass up so we could finally meet Harry! Next chapter is going to finally be the start of some reunions between our characters.