Harry waited in the hospital ward shocked and speechless. There was no way that I had been in a coma he thought. Dumbledore seemed to tell that Harry was shocked and he said nothing. "Professor," Harry said.
"Yes my boy," He answered.
Harry continued, "Are you sure this isn't a mistake?"
"Ah, a very noble question," he replied. "I'm afraid it is Harry. I ask you, please do not dread on the aspects of the past. What's done is done and you cannot change the past." He added with a chuckle, "Unless you have a time turner of course." Harry smiled too.
Harry then waited silently for Ron and Hermionie to come. His mind kept racing with different thoughts. "Harry," Dumbledore said tiredly.
"Yes?" Harry replied.
"Harry," he said again. "I'm sure lots of things are going through you mind right now but there is something I need to tell you. Harry you see there..." Dumbledore was interrupted by Hermionie's sudden shout.
"HARRY!" she screamed. She and Ron ran towards Harry as well as Professor McGonagall. Harry's shocked face changed to a smile. Harry could tell that Ron and Hermionie were relieved to see if he was ok but he still couldn't get past that he had been in a coma for five months. Harry threw his blankets to the end of his bedpost and jumped up to greet his friends. As he did this he fell to the floor.
"Uh, what's wrong with my legs?" Harry asked.
"By heavens Dumbledore, Harry is ok," Professor McGonagall said happily.
Madam Pomfrey ran over to Harry not as happy as the others. She helped Harry up onto the bed and then yelled at Dumbledore. "I knew that I shouldn't have let them come in here. It's two in the morning and they need sleep. Harry doesn't need all the excitement either and he will be up all night. He just woke up from a coma for heaven's sake." Dumbledore seemed to take the lecture easily and understood the demands of Madam Pomfrey.
Dumbledore replied, "I understand completely Madam Pomfrey. Can I suggest Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger to stay the night with Potter? Or should I just escort them back to their dormitory?"
Madam Pomfrey answered, "I think it would be best on them and Harry both if they were escorted back to their dormitory."
Harry knew he had no say in the matter but still tried, "But..."
"Harry, I think it is best you listen to Madam Pomfrey." Dumbledore added.
For the remaining hours Harry tossed and turned in his bed. He could not fall asleep. Harry was afraid that by going asleep that he might doze in another coma. He wanted to sleep as well though, because he wanted it to be all a dream. Harry just kept looking out in the bright moonlight waiting for the sun to rise. At last he finally doze into another sleep.
Harry was lying on grass in a very familiar park, too familiar to be exact. Looking over next to him, he saw a dead Mark Evans. Harry gasped in horror. In front of him were Bellatrix, Macnair, Voldemort himself, and Kreacher. They were laughing about something that Harry couldn't make out. Harry then heard Voldemort say, "Enough! Now for the real reason we came here. You remember why I brought you here right?" Harry's scar pierced with pain as every word Voldemort spoke. Voldemort grew stronger since the last time Harry saw him. He had redder eyes than before and his skin color was normal.
"Yes master," answered Bellatrix. "It's finally time to kill witty Harry Potter at last!" Bellatrix jumped in hooray and danced around.
"Enough Bellatrix," shouted Voldemort. "He isn't dead yet. Don't forgot that I brought you as mere witnesses and incase he runs away then you know what to do."
"More like his dirty work," added Harry.
"Shut up boy. Avada Kedavra," pointing the wand at Harry a jet of green light shot from his wand. It burst into flames and was stopped by...Kreacher? Kreacher fell to the ground and lay still and motionless. "Filthy elf," shouted Voldemort. "Get him!"
Harry ran out in the street and pulled his wand out. Expecting to have the knight bus come was cut off guard when he heard someone yell, "Avada Kedavra." Harry fell to the pavement and his wand flew out of his arm. He could hear distant laughing but soon It cleared.
Harry sat up straight in bed and looked around. It was day time and he was sweating. Why is it that he always dreams of dieing? He thought. He didn't understand. Madam Pomfrey ran towards Harry like she had when he woke up the night before. She brought a tray of breakfast and talked slowly and not as harsh as she had last night. "Good morning Harry," she said. "How are you feeling today?"
"Alright I suppose. When can I go to my classes?" Harry asked eagerly.
"When Dumbledore gives you all the information. I was given specific directions to contact Professor McGonagall when you woke up. So will you excuse me...?" She walked to her desk and tied a note to an owl. She then let it out the window and watched it zoom into the sky. Madam Pomfrey got up and walked back to Harry. Harry wasn't hungry and she could tell. "Eat up," she said. "You need your strength. You haven't eaten in 5 months."
"I'm telling you, I'm not hungry," Harry replied.
"Do I have to shove it down you?"
"I certainly hope not," added Professor McGonagall. Harry looked Relieved.
"Professor McGonagall," Harry said happily.
"Hello dear boy! Oh my, you are alright!"
"Professor, when can I go to my classes?"
"Not anytime soon," she replied back. Madam Pomfrey left the conversation and went back to her office.
"Is it really November Professor?"
"Yes Harry, I'm afraid it is."
"And how is the Order."
"The what?" Professor McGonagall answered. Harry accidentally let slip the Order. Luckily, she pretended she had no clue what he was talking about.
"Oh nothing," added Harry. "Can I sleep in the dormitory tonight?"
"That's not a question for me to answer Harry. You must take that up with Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore. Dumbledore will talk with you soon," answered Professor McGonagall. She left the Hospital wing soon after.
"Madam Pomfrey," Harry said. Madam Pomfrey ran over to Harry quickly.
She answered, "What is it dear boy?"
Harry replied, "Can I sleep in the dormitory tonight?"
She answered quickly, "I think it would be best if you didn't, but it's up to Dumbledore."
"Madam Pomfrey," Harry said again. "Can I get up and walk around?"
"Yes I suppose. You have been sleeping for a while after all. Up you get then." Harry grabbed her arms and hoisted himself off the bed. His legs were like gum. Very lose with no support. Madam Pomfrey helped Harry walk around the whole hospital ward and Harry was getting not much better. He walked and walked and walked for an hour and finally could walk without support. He couldn't believe that his legs would be so loose after five months of sleeping. He started to run but couldn't manage and feel on the stone floor. He heard a distant laugh and looked to see who it was. Malfoy was standing with his sidekicks Crabbe and Goyle and they were all laughing at Harry.
"Looks like the bear woke up from a long nap. It's a shame; He might have been able to see his parents." Harry's face turned red and he wanted to jump on him but couldn't since he didn't have enough strength. He just sat and let Malfoy insult him.
Madam Pomfrey finally took notice of the action and shooed Malfoy and his friends out. "Harry, I think that has been enough walking for now. Go in bed now. Dumbledore will be coming in the next couple of minutes and you and he are going to have a nice long talk."
Harry took a deep breath and then walked over to his bed. He took one last deep breath and reluctantly sat down. He swung his legs onto the bed and lay down. He sat looking at the castle's stone ceilings and thought about Sirius. Out of all people to die, why did it happen to be Sirius, he thought. Sirius was the only true family I had and I lost him. Did I really see Sirius and my parents? I know I was in a coma but still. Harry was getting angrier and angrier with his dreams and the fact that he had died in his dreams. He didn't understand things. It didn't take long for someone to cut into Harry's thoughts. "Harry." A familiar voice said.
Harry took his eyes off the ceiling and turned to look at Dumbledore. "Yes sir." Harry responded back.
"Harry," he said again. "You need to understand my boy," he paused. Harry looked up at Dumbledore. "Harry," he said again. "You need to understand that death is not the end. You need to understand that for the good of others and yourself. Now the real reason I have come here to talk to you is that," he dropped his voice into a whisper. "The Order has been working real hard on how we are to destroy Voldemort. He is very powerful and he is after you. We have been through an uproar trying to find him. He has attacked Harry. He has attacked a muggle."
Harry's attention shot so quickly that he feared to know who it was. "A...A...a muggle," he murmured
"Yes Harry," Dumbledore replied. "This may come as a shock Harry, but it was a friend of your cousin. He goes by the name of Mark Evans." Harry gasped in horror that he fell off his bed. Madam Pomfrey ran over to them and picked up Harry with an angry looking expression.
"M...M...Mark Evans did you say professor?" Harry replied once he was standing.
"Yes, I am afraid that it is true. Now that he has killed a muggle, muggles throughout Europe fear him. Wizards are afraid too."
"Where was this at?" questioned Harry.
"It was by your home in Private Drive; in a park very near your home. Harry you are in danger. Voldemort is after you and he isn't going to stop till he catches you for the final last time."
"When can I leave the hospital wing Professor? I want to see my friends."
"I suppose you may leave tomorrow."
"What about my classes?"
"Same as when you return to your dormitory."
"Professor, can you dream things and find them real in reality?"
"Some things can happen, but you should know this already since you knew Mr. Weasley was attacked last year."
"Yes but, what about in a coma?"
"Harry is their something you wish to say? Should I remind you that you are a very intelligent boy and you may see things I and other wish to not see. So spill out."
"Professor, while in my my coma, I I saw Mark Evans die. I was there professor. Mark Evans fffell on a rock and landed next to me while trying to run away from Voldemort. Voldemort had Bellatrix, Macnair, and Kreacher along side him and they they Mark Evans lay very still and He was coming along side me. And then.....then...Kreacher he he saved me. But this wasn't until last night."
"Harry, you have probably seen more deaths in your life time then many people. You mustn't lose yourself. It wasn't your fault that Mark Evans died. You probably weren't there but a glimpse of Voldemort still remains in you and you saw Voldemort killing off Mark Evans. Harry I think that we should continue about this later. You should eat and then rest some more since tomorrow you are going back to your dormitory. I shall let Madam Pomfrey know," and with that he walked away.
Harry lay in bed looking at the ceiling waiting for the next day to come so that he could leave the hospital wing. He heard a distant noise and looked up. Ron and Hermionie was running towards Harry.
"Hullo Harry," Hermionie said. "Harry you have missed out on so much, I don't know how you are going to catch up on your homework. I mean you missed like five months. If I missed that much I don't know what I would do."
"Oh come off it Hermionie. I'm sure he doesn't want to hear your lectures. So Harry; how are yeh?"
"I want to get out of this bed."
"Can't we kidnap you or something?" suggested Ron.
"Ron! We cannot kidnap Harry and besides that, they know where Harry would be going," assured Hermionie.
Ron looked disappointed, "Well at least we can try."
"It's ok Ron. I can wait one more night. I can't wait to leave though. So what have I missed?" asked Harry.
Ron and Hermionie looked at each other and then looked at Harry. "Well," Hermionie started to say. "Mark Evans."
"Oh yea I heard about that."
"Rita Skeeter joined the Quibbler. It seems that Luna's father makes sure she doesn't write what she used to and the Quibbler has become an immense hit."
"Oh that's good. What about Voldemort? What else has he been up to?" asked Harry.
"Well uh," Hermionie said. "Ron can answer that."
"Me," Ron argued, "why me?"
"Because I said so," Hermionie sniggered.
"Well," started Ron. "You-know-who has been very dangerous and he well he has been after you. He came to St. Mungo's and well he..."
"That's enough Mr. Weasley. You and Hermionie have had enough of a talk so go along to your dormitory," interrupted Dumbledore.
"But that's not fair," added Harry.
"We need to discuss something Harry, but now is not the time." Harry watched as Ron and Hermionie left the hospital wing.
Harry looked very disappointed and asked, "What about St. Mungo's?"
"Now is not the time." Dumbledore responded. With that, he left.
Madam Pomfrey walked towards Harry with a dinner tray. By this time, Harry was hungry since he hadn't eaten breakfast. Harry sat up and she put the tray on his lap. In front of Harry were a beef stew, pumpkin juice, and a chocolate frog. Harry looked into his stew and saw a warm full smiley face made out of carrots and beef and he felt the fresh hot steam vaporize into his skin. Harry dug into his stew and he echoed and delightful sound. The warm broth streamed down his throat and into his stomach. When he finished he felt content. Madam Pomfrey came over to Harry and took the tray away. With the flick of her wand, she dimmed the lights.
Harry lay on his bed looking at the ceiling that he had become familiar to know. Looking up at the dark cold stone ceiling led him into another sleep.
Harry was in a corridor that was very dark and wet. He looked around to see a tunnel surrounding him and Harry heard a distant voice that was too familiar. "Master, when can we leave?" said a voice.
"When I get the boy we can leave," Voldemort answered.
"I'm tired of waiting," said the voice.
"Then wait no more, Avada Kedavra." Harry couldn't make out who Voldemort had killed but he looked into the scene and then he fell. He kept falling into darkness until he finally landed into a fluffy while mattress. Harry shot up and he was in the hospital wing. He looked out the window and saw that it was still dark out so he lay back into his bed and fell back to bed.
Harry woke up to a warm bright sun. He got up and stretched up. It felt good to get up but he was a little weak. He had a hard time walking but seemed to manage. Madam Pomfrey brought Harry a tray for breakfast and made Harry lay down in bed again. Harry was eager to go to his dormitory that he ate his toast, eggs, and ham fast and he finally jumped back out of bed. Madam Pomfrey gave Harry one last check up before letting him go and then Harry walked out of the hospital wing.
The air was warm in the castle since fall was ending and winter was forming. Harry walked up to the very well known Portrait Hole of the Fat Lady and then he remembered that he didn't know that password. Harry also knew that all the students were in their classes so he decided to go outside. Harry walked to Hagrid's cabin but turned back when he got near because he remembered that Hagrid was probably teaching a class so Harry walked the lawns of the castle and felt the drift of icy grass ever step he took.
Harry walked over to the lake which he knew very well as to his fourth year with the merpeople. He looked into the deep water and something grabbed him and pulled him down into the water. Harry heard a beautiful tune that he had never heard before and he relaxed. The merpeople were playing on a golden harp. Harry fell into a deep sleep and Harry didn't wakeup until he was pulled out of the water by Dumbledore.
"Harry are you alright?" asked Dumbledore.
"Yea, why did you wake me up? I was enjoying that nice music," questioned Harry.
"Harry they were trying to drown you."
"They what?"
"It seems you are wanted by many people Harry. The merpeople are known to play very beautiful music but some can trap you into the music and take your sole. You were close to being sucked out." Dumbledore led Harry up to the castle and to the portrait hole. "Lobalug," Dumbledore said. The portrait Hole opened and Gryffindors were sitting in chairs working on their homework. "I find that password quite funny Harry to your incident since the Lobalug is used by the Merpeople as a weapon. Now I must leave you."
Harry smiled as he entered the Portrait Hole. When he walked in, every Gryffindor in the common room fell silent. As Harry walked up to the boys dormitory people said "welcome back." When Harry finally got to his four poster bed, he smiled and the collapsed into the soft comfortable mattress. Harry forgot about everything, even Hermionie and Ron. Harry was home.
