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.

AN: Apologies for the update taking so long, but I've been back to school and things have been very hectic, so I'm very sorry also I'd just like to say a huge thank you to those that have reviewed, so thank you and enjoy the chapter! I hope this chapter makes up for things.

Chapter 7

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This is why…..

Harry eyes popped open, his whole body ached tremendously, and he could see nothing for his eyes had been blindfolded by a coarse material. He could smell flesh that had been burnt; wherever he was he didn't think he was going to get out alive. All he could remember was Draco, betraying him, just remembering that fact that he was stupid enough to trust Draco in the first place to believe that he had changed – Stupid he though, utterly stupid, now he was somewhere he didn't know, somewhere where all he could smell, was dead flesh.

All of a sudden Harry heard a door creaking open, and footsteps reverberating in this cold and hostile area. Whoever this was they knew Harry was there. A pair of cold hands wrapped themselves around his face and pulled the material down from his eyes, light flooded through his eyes this amount of light from being in the dark for so long was painful, Harry closed his eyes quickly, not wanting to see the owner of the hands or to be blinded further.

"So Potter, aching still?" Said a cold and strange voice "I mean I would, bloody painful that curse"

The voice definably belonged to a woman, this woman sounded strong and evil, her voice was filled with loathing and contempt. Harry knew no one with this much hate in their heart. Or did he? Has someone else betrayed his trust?

Harry didn't reply he just focused on keeping his eyes closed, not wanting to see the owner of the hands but mainly he couldn't accept the fact that he was, once again, in danger, was his life always going to involve danger, the fact that one ay he many never wake up again, or tell Hermione the feelings he had for her.

Hermione …. Was he ever going to hear her voice again, see her smile, or see her brown orbs again? As far as Harry knew she was still in the coma, Harry felt as if his life wasn't worth living anymore. What was the point if Hermione was in a coma and he was constantly facing the threat that of death everyday. Just because he was lucky to survive Voldemort's wrath for all those years ago. Sometimes he even thought that would have been easier if he never had survived at all, and died along with his parents and never having to suffer everything he has done his whole life.

"Well, are you going to answer me then?" She kicked Harry in the leg "Or do I have to wait until Draco returns to hurt you even more?"

"I don't want to open my eyes, and see the ugly face that I will be presented with" Harry replied back with all the anger that resided within in him.

"You fucking bastard!" Screamed the owner of those cold hands, "You will pay for that, trust me you will"

"Hit a nerve did I?" Chuckled Harry

"You're gonna wish you never said the word hit, for I have just thought of a fantastic new game – how many hits is it going to take for me to break Harry Potters nose!"

And with that said who ever it was started pummeling Harry face, blood splattered down his face until Harry let out a shrill scream, as the nose bone shattered, whoever it was had kept their word? But at what price?

The person inflicting pain on Harry, had forgotten one thing, Draco. He was the one who had to cause all the pain, if he found out that is prize possession – Harry Potter – had been tarnished by his own blood already there would be hell to pay.

Whoever it was fled the room, to run away, to seek forgiveness, and to try and save their own life, Harry Potter, opened his eyes, he was in a basement, a basement that he recognized only to well, it was where he had the final showdown with Voldemort, where he had been triumphant.

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"Can we see her now?" Mrs. Granger asked gently to the doctor

"Yes, but only a few at a time, Hermione has a lot to deal with at the moment"

The doctor, who had been fantastic throughout this time, lead Hermione's parents towards the room where Hermione just stared at the ceiling, just staring, hardly eating, breathing quietly acting as if the sound of her own breath was disgusting her. She could only think about the love she had for Harry, how she couldn't warn him he was in danger, how she couldn't tell him she loved him, she yearned for him, all the want she had in her heart kept her positive but only just. She couldn't tell people who the perpetrator was, how he had done this to Hermione, made her mind enter realities she thought were never possible. The person that has destroyed her life.

Her parents reached Hermione's room, and looked through the glass at her fragile figure, she didn't move, the smile and joy that was usually plastered across her face had vanished since the last time they had seen her, and they longed to hear her voice but this had been taken away from them. All because of Draco and his hatred.

They opened the door leaving their sadness behind them as they closed the door and they knew they had to be there for their daughter.

"Hello Hermione sweetheart" Mrs. Granger said softly

Hermione turned towards her doting mother and her eyes welled up, tears flooded from her eyes covering her hospital gown that was too big for her fragile form, the curves she had once possessed had disappear along with the girl that people called Hermione, the bubbly, cleaver, attractive and confident Hermione had gone. Her body was just the empty shell.

"Hermione, don't cry, you'll get your voice back, it's only a matter of time" She hugged her daughter fiercely, her father, also cried and hugged his daughter, he felt useless fathers are supposed to protect their children, he had failed.

Hermione's parents where with their daughter for hours, comforting her telling her things will be ok, and yet all the time Hermione still cried because she couldn't tell the people she most trusted that the man she loved with all he heart was going to die, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Once she had finally fallen asleep her parents left, full of despair for their cherished daughter.

Ron, Luan, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, not joined by Mr. Weasley were all still waiting in the relatives room, Luna was asleep on Ron's lap, he gently held her and stroked her hair, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley talked quietly and Draco had vacated the area ages ago, said he had to buy some stuff.

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Harry had fallen only just managed to fall asleep; he was in agony, his face ached badly from being pulverized yet all he did was worry about Hermione. He missed her quite sleeping form. He missed being able to touch her hand, tell her things would be all right.

The door to the basement was shackled heavily from the outside, bolts covered the door from head to toe, rusty chains were placed everywhere, whoever was in there wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon.

Just like last time Harry was left waiting his fate, behind closed doors where he was alone, where he had to fight on his own. But this time there was the biggest difference of all Hermione wouldn't be waiting for him when he managed to leave the room, weather he was dead or alive.

This place hadn't changed much since he was here last time. Rat droppings littered parts of the basement, weeds had managed to protrude from cracks in the floor, the dying soon after for the lack of light. There was only one window, it was small and covered in dust and cobwebs. It hadn't been cleaned for ages, the only people that had been down here were ones that were condemned, where their flesh had been burnt and left to die, leaving the rats food to last them forever.

Harry's train of tortured thoughts was disturbed by the sound of chains, bolts, padlocks and shackles being opened. The large door creaked, and foot steps marched inwards.

"Potter" It was that foul woman again.

"Get up" It was Draco's voice this time. " I have some news for you"

Harry, got up, he couldn't bare anymore pain, what he had endured so far was enough, anymore could make things so much worse. Still with his eyes closed, still not wanting to see their faces.

"What news?" Croaked Harry, he had been without water for so long and his voice was feeling the effects.

"Your precious Hermione has regained consciousness." Spoke the female

"Unfortunately" Draco added

"But has come out so traumatized she's lost her voice" Boasted that woman

"Fortunately" Draco added

He was stunned, the one thing he wanted to be there for he had missed! He wanted to be there for her, let her know everything that he felt for her. Again Draco had taken something precious away from someone. First it was Hermione's confidence and personality then he moved on to put her through so much trauma she has now lost her voice. Now, now he had moved to take away Harry's dreams.

"You BASTARD!" You've taken everything away from me, the girl I love you took her placed her in a coma, made sure I wasn't there to comfort her when she would finally awake. You've taken me away from her, why did you have to do this Draco? I thought that you were our friends, you promised us you had changed, and you promised us everything that had happened in the past was forgotten. You're a liar, you're a fake person, I pity you, and I pity anyone that's ever going to love you. How could you? You knew she meant everything to me."

Harry collapsed in sobs; this creature had taken everything away from Harry. What was left for Harry except death?

"You took away my father, betrayed him to Dumbledore, made him suffer, my dad was a death eater but he was a good person, he loved me and he loved his master. He was the best father anyone could ever wish for, he taught me so many things and you had to take that away from me. So I decided to finish my father's work with the dark lord, but you even took that away from me! You had to kill him because you couldn't bare the thought that someone wanted to kill precious Harry fucking Potter! You've taken everything I've ever known and loved away from me. So I wanted to make you pay. And I think I'm doing a fantastic job!"

Harry couldn't believe what was happening, this was happening to Hermione because Draco had a grudge against Hermione, Draco was even more pathetic!"

"What has Hermione got to do with al of this?!" Harry asked, he had to ask this, he had to know why Hermione was being out through all of this. He just had to know.

"That filth realized what I was doing, that mudblood that you love, didn't want anything to happen to you, she started asking to many questions, she started sticking her nose where it wasn't wanted, she finally cottoned on. So I had to do something, I had to make sure she was quite make sure she couldn't tell you what was happening. It felt even better because I knew that you two had feelings for each other, I knew this would hurt you even more, so I felt even more pleased about hurting it."

It was all Harry's fault, he was the one that had put Hermione through all of this, and it made him feel so much worse. All this time it was him that had hurt the woman that he loved. This was the most horrible feeling that Harry had ever felt.

AN: Well I hope you liked this, the next chapter is going into production straight away, and I will not take as long as this one I promise. All comments and suggestions are welcome. Thank you so much and sorry again for taking so long.

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