Comatose

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Hermione lays in a coma, her mind unattached to the real world, dreaming of an unknown place, alone, or is she? Who can bring her back? Will she ever return? AU, please read & review – thanks.

Chapter 2

Devotion

As Harry waked closer and closer to where Hermione sleeps peacefully, not knowing how worried people are about her, he hears the loud beeping of machines, the beeping and bleeping that could only mean that person attached to the machine, is in trouble. He felt sick to the stomach; he had this feeling, a dreadful feeling. Harry began to quicken the pace not looking back only forward.

"She's arrested" scream a small nurse, you wouldn't think she was one however, small childish facial features.

"Quick get the crash trolley! And call Doctor Goodman" this time she was even louder.

Harry stared at Hermione's lifeless body, his view was becoming more and more restricted as the more nurses bundled around Hermione.

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Hermione held her breath and took the step that plunged her downwards into the black crevasse, she fell faster and faster like there was no tomorrow, her hands began to slip on her umbrella; it began to worsen as she got faster. Something had to give, something had to detach, it was the umbrella it tore away from her hand and flew upwards and out of sight from Hermione's face.

Hermione's body began to fell the effects of falling from such a tremendous height, the wind punched against her chest again and again until she felt she could no longer breathe again. However the wind stopped, the pain stopped, she could breathe again, much clearly that she could before.

Her body began to slow, tilting to the side, it became slower and slower, but what was stopping her, what was stopping her body from slamming into the ground and shattering all the bones in her body?

She felt a tingly sensation in her body, as though electric was flowing through her, as if she had been struck by the very lightning that she witnessed earlier, flashing above her. She landed gently onto yet another deserted field, but this time the field was filled with flowers. Red flowers, beautiful flowers.

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The small, short nurse that Harry head screaming departed from where she was shouting orders to everyone, and approached Harry.

"She's a fighter that one"

"Will she be ok?" Harry asked her gently

"Well we'll keep a close eye on her for the next 24 hours, but she should be ok, she is showing signs of improvement, so Mr Potter, I advise you go in there and keep talking to her, I'm sure it's doing where the world of good"

"Thanks" and with hesitation Harry walked through the door.

Harry took her by the hands and continued to hold the allowing his warmth and love to transfer to Hermione. He started telling her about Ron's wedding and how they all wished she would be there and how they wanted her help with the preparations. He just sat and talked and held her hand.

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Hermione looked around the place where somehow she had landed safely, it was a mystery how this could have happened but she was determined to find the truth and find the face to the voice that warmed her heart. Speaking of warmth Hermione's hand was warm and it felt as if someone was with her some one that she cared about deeply, it was the greatest comfort she had ever felt.

Hermione's eyes glanced forwards to be acquainted with a tree, however this was no ordinary tree it stood taller than any tree that she had ever seen in her life, it's branches reached out wards hugging onto the side of cliff face that towered above her. This tree fascinated Hermione, it reminded her of something but she couldn't put her finger on it, she longing she felt towards this tree made her heart ache, ache for something she couldn't put a name to either.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahhaha" The sound of this evil laughter broke the silence that filled the cold air around Hermione. She'd heard this before and she knew that she'd never forget it the first moment that she had heard it.

"You shall die a thousand deaths before you'll ever be accepted as a witch Hermione Granger, you're nothing but a filthy Mudblood, you're destined to die, your destined to rot among all the other corpses that I have killed over the many years. What gives you the right to wonder through these streets and think that you will be respected? What gives you the right to even look at me? You dirty, filthy, little Mudblood! What even makes you think that you will be able to stop me?"

"Draco don't, please your not Voldemort, you don't have to finish of what he couldn't. I know you're not like this I thought that you had changed, changed for the good, you promised us, you promised all of us that you would fight on our side. Why has that changed, why did you lie to us? TELL ME! TELL ME NOW! Draco why did you lie? DRACO.

Draco's eyes widened with disgust the wider his eyes became the more of his blue eyes bore into Hermione's. How dare this Mudblood talk to him, address him by his first name, she had a lot of cheek, and she WILL be punished weather she likes it or not.

He took his wand from beneath his cloak and pointed it at Hermione, he knew exactly what he was doing, knowing that he will hurt her forever. He saw the fright in her eyes the trembling of her hands, she was helpless to move, she was tied to a tree by chains, she couldn't move. He would be able to destroy Harry Potter the one that had ended Voldemort's reign; he would fulfill his masters' wishes. The thought of killing Harry Potter brought an evil smirk to his already twisted face.

"CRUCIO!" bellowed Draco. The curse hit Hermione with full power. Her face welled up with pain he could see it and he was glad, this made him laugh and it became louder and louder as the pain filling Hermione's body intensified. This laugh was the last thing Hermione head and she knew that she never wanted to hear it again. Her eyes closed feeling nothing but excruciating pain.

And her body hung limply from the tree Draco ripped her from her trains that had held her to the tree. He flung her over his shoulder. He walked to the edge of the forest where he had taken his innocent victim and chucked her over the edge. Her body fell for ages hitting bushes and shrubs, until, finally her body reached the bottom and stopped dead, near the side of the railway tracks. She remembered no more.

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