Disclaimer: Yo no own-o Harry-o Potter-o (speaking in Spanglish is fun to get on peoples nerves...)

I put the lyrics to my song to music! Sing my song to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies (Something Something about a man named Jeb, something something keep his family fed, Something Something something something, Something Something moved to Beverly... Hills that is...) I obviously don't know the words to the song but hopefully that gave you an idea about the tune.

Whoot! I got some reviews!! :D I feel special! adds reviews to bag of cherry Jollies

Thankies to Lizzi-Chan! First reviewer! cue tape recording of cheering crowd

Kyaukii: Thankies! Van Helsing was OK... the costumes in the ball were great though, you would like it! You finished!!! Yayness! I have to let you borrow PotO now, teehee...

Post your story!!! Jeez... lol, and we need to work on the RP... too much stuff, so little time...

Alyer: Your PN is so much easier to spell than some other person I know cough Kya cough you shouldn't have told me you didn't like writing reviews... poke I WILL bug you later...

TaiOokamiYoukai: I didn't know that you could make squeaky sounds w/ Jollies... that's kinda' cool!

SkiBum: Thanks for reviewing! Yes, I understand what you mean, all of that gets explained in later chapters. ;)

Crazy-beast-boy: Yesh, my sing was silly... Halloween candy has that effect on me! big grin

Liz: Can it be chicken soup? I like chicken soup!

Liberty's Kids Fanatic: Cherry Jollies will one day rule the world!!! cough

This is the longest A/N I have ever written (I think)...


7 Years Later:

Healer Hermione Granger walked down the halls of the long-term admittance wards of St. Mungos. After the train crash, she decided to become a Healer, and help in any way she could with Harry until he woke up. What still puzzled her, as well as her friends, was why he had suffered (or is suffering) much more than everyone else in the crash. Everyone else came out with either broken bones or deep cuts, but Harry was the only one to be in a coma. They had all thought up of many theories, but eventually their discussions turned into a war between Hermione and Ron with Ginny trying to be the peacemaker.

Harry's condition hit everyone extremely hard, but not as hard as it hit Hermione. Becoming a Healer was the only way for her to calm her nerves because she could be with Harry most of the day. She missed him, and her last year of Hogwarts was rough, even if she did have Ron there, it just wasn't the same.

"Finished Hermione?" Hermione headed over to the main desk in ward's lobby.

"Yes Alice," she said with a smile while Alice made note of Hermione leaving for the day, "I'm going to check on Harry once more before leaving. Good Night!"

She made a turn and headed to room 142, where Harry stayed.

"Shhh! I think I hear someone coming!" said a voice from the room.

"Oh no... not again!" She thought to herself. Hermione stopped moving and made her breathing as quite as possible. Silently she pressed her back against the wall, next to the door and waited.

"I think the coast is clear!" the voice said again.

"Go! Go!" another replied.

Two old men in night gowns slowly crept out of Room 142, tip-toeing with extreme caution.

"Nice try guys." Hermione said, causing the two men to jump.

"Oh! Healer Granger! How nice you see you!" One of the men said before giving a weak smile. His white hair was sticking up in every which way and he was only wearing one slipper. His companion was wearing both, except each slipper was from a different pair.

"Nice to see you too Archie. Now, both of you back into your room and come up with a batter escape plan." She said laughing, as Archie and the other man walked into the room after her.

Hermione could overhear a Archie whispering behind her, "Why is it that are plans never seem to work out Murphy?"

"Because you always make them up!" Murphy snapped back.

Archie was never one to remember things very well, and since the time when his wand backfired off a mirror and damage both Murphy's and his brain, hadn't been able to think things through completely. After a great deal of run-ins with the Ministry (walking up to random muggles and asking them which way to the nearest wand polishing shop or casting spells on anything that moved) it was decided that the two of them be put in St. Mungo's.

Caring for them was like caring for two children. They were always coming up with plans of escaping the Hospital and then claming up when ever they were caught. Hermione was happy that they shared a room with Harry. They brought cheer into that gloomy room and they didn't mind her after hours visit.

Harry's face had only changed a small bit, probably from the lack of stress. Every once and a while either Ron or Hermione would come in and shave his beard and give him a hair cut, and all the while he slept peacefully.

Before leaving, she changed the water that some flowers were in.

"I'll see you tomorrow love." She said, and she was off.


I felt like that was a good place to end it for now, even though it was VERY short. I'll try and update by next weekend, hopefully.

Sorry if this chapter was a little short, it's because I'm too wrapped up watching the Day After Tomorrow.