Chapter 11. The Tunnel of Dead.

'They call it the Tunnel Of Dead. This does not occur much, but if it does…'

They arrived at the ER.

'Prepare yourselves and be quiet. They need their rest and concentration.'

Mr. Weasley opened the doors and let them in.

Harry and Ron drew breath and Hermione's eyes looked astonished at the sight of the girls.

'Oh Merlin…' She whispered.

Harry got closer, until he was between the two of them.

The machines were making noise, you could hear the pumping of air, see how fluid, possibly potion, was brought into their veins by little plastic tubes, stabbed with needles in their almost white skin.

'Why do they… look - seem so dead?' Ron asked silently.

'Oh honey-' Mrs. Weasley said and she hugged her youngest son.

Hermione's eyes teared, but she held them back.

… Flash to the girls mind (Selena's point of view) …

Selena heard how a lot of things were happening around her body, but she couldn't find the way, nor bring up the courage or strength to find the way back to her body.

She felt so peaceful of where she was… Floating. That was about the perfect way to describe her situation.

She was floating in a big white tunnel, where sometimes flashes occurred to past times with her parents and she even saw one of a unknown women, but she seemed to recognise her in a way.

She heard voices, some known, others unknown, but all of them were telling her to do different things.

… Flash to ER 5 …

Harry sat down between the two of them and grabbed their hand.

'Please, come back.' He pleaded them.

Dumbledore looked at him sadly.

… Flash to the girls mind (Selena's point of view) …

'Find the way-' 'Go on, your father's awaiting you at the end-' 'Try to get back-'

Selena wasn't able to listen to all of them, she tried to block them out of her mind.

She couldn't tell how long she had been in that tunnel, floating, trying to figure out what happened.

There was no time, she couldn't describe it. Couldn't explain it to herself, with a rational answer.

There was just no time. She was floating there, but it didn't felt like minutes, hours…

It just happened, and she was a part of it and saw it all happen, but that was it.

She could not stop it, even if she would've wanted to try.

She just didn't want to leave this place here.

… Flash to ER 5 …

After a couple of minutes a nurse came to them and told them that visiting hours were of.

Harry was reluctant to let go, but did let go when Hermione putted her hands on his shoulders.

'Harry, we must go.' She said. He nodded silently.

'Come on, mate.' Ron said, trying to sound normal. He didn't, his voice broke.

'In a moment, Ron.' Harry bend down to Selena and whispered something in her ear.

'Don't get lost there. We - I need you here.'

He said the same to Yasmine. It kind of felt reassuring to him to say them that.

… Flash to the girls mind (Yasmine's point of view) …

'Mum? Is that you?'

Yasmine tried to get to her, she moved her arms and legs, but she was pulled away of the memory before she could even think to stop it.

She was spinning out of control, but stopped as sudden as she had started.

'Don't get lost there.' Yasmine recognised the voice.

'What do you mean?!' She screamed, but nobody heard.

'I need you here.'

'Who are you?!'

She looked around, but couldn't find the source of the sound.

Who was talking to her?

… Flash to Grimmaulds …

After Dumbledore, Harry, Hermione and the three Weasley's had returned back to the Headquarters of the Order, not much had improved in the girls situation.

The Hospital had said, after Mrs. Weasley had called a couple of hours after their return, that the situation wasn't improving at all and that the 24 hours were soon to be over.

'Ron, Harry and Hermione, you know what might happen-' Mrs. Weasley's voice went silent.

'If they don't wake up now.' Mr. Weasley ended the phrase of his wife.

Harry shook his head. 'They'll wake up! I know they will!'

He ran upstairs, slamming the door angry shut.

Hermione didn't say a thing, but followed Harry with Ron.

The hours passed and soon it was midnight.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting together, no one spoke.

Harry just watched the clock and Hermione was muttering silently to herself.

All three of them were waiting for news. Even the tiniest change of situation would have been a thrilling event, but nothing happened.

Soon the 24 hours would be gone and they would be lost, Harry didn't wanted to speak out his fears.

An hour passed, no news. Another hour passed and still nothing.

When the morning came, Harry decided, he'd go back to St. Mungo's.

He'd try anything to get them back, to get his only connection to a Black back!

The sun had only risen an inch or two, when Harry already was up and fully dressed and arguing with Mr. Weasley.

'I want to go back! I need to go back!'

'Why, Harry? You can't help them. No one can, they need to do it on their own.'

Mr. Weasley sounded tired and sad, but he didn't lose his patience yet.

'I can help them! I'll make them get back!'

'How, Harry?!'

'I'll - I - I'll… I don't know.'

Harry sat down, looking like a broken man. He felt like one too.

… Flash to the girls mind (Selena's point of view) …

Selena had had enough of it. She wanted to get out of that peaceful place.

It was still peaceful, but to her mind it was as if she was in the middle of a war.

Thoughts, memories, whatever they were passed her and she couldn't stop them.

She couldn't bare it any longer!

That moment, the two girls decided, without knowing it, to get back to the real world.

They'd try anything, if they'd just be able to leave that battle-field.

… Flash to Grimmaulds …

'The 24 hours have passed…' Mr. Weasley whispered to his wife.

Harry had gone up again and hadn't come down all day.

He couldn't stand the waiting and had tried to set his mind on the chess-game Ron and him had been playing during the day. Hermione was reading in a large book, but she didn't seem to be there.

She stared at the pages and Harry, who had observed her for a while, thought that her own will and thirst to learn had finally abandoned her over the weight of all the problems she had rotten by only being friends with him. Sometimes Harry felt guilty about this, of pulling Ron and Hermione down in the spiral together with him.

He looked at the clock again. 5 'o clock.

A ring was heard. The phone rang, and Harry got up immediately and nodded to Ron and Hermione.

They followed him downstairs, towards the living where the phone stood.

Harry saw how Mr. Weasley picked up and putted it immediately on the speaker.

He must have known Harry and the others would've heard and come down to listen.

'Hello?'

'Arthur Weasley?'

'Yes, speaking.'

'This is St. Mungo's, we call in nature of the two girls who were brought in yesterday, under your supervision-'

'Are they all right?!' Mr. Weasley's voice sounded worried and Harry's heart started to beat faster.

'I am very sorry to say their situation haven't improved at all. This is why we are calling, the head-Healer wishes to speak to you. Would it be possible to come to St. Mungo's, Mr. Weasley?'

Mr. Weasley stood still for a moment, thoughts crossing his mind.

'Yes, we'll come straight-a-way - Bye.'

He putted the phone down.

'Harry,' He said, Harry came in to the room, followed by Ron and Hermione.

'I reckon you heard the conversation?'

Harry nodded and Mr. Weasley called his wife and told her that they needed to go down to the hospital.

They left a warning for Dumbledore, he had left the evening before and would probably come the day after.

Within minutes everybody was ready and they had taken, for the second time in two days, the Floo-network to get to the hospital.

… Flash to St. Mungo's …

Harry and the others were sitting there, their mouths hanging open, all speechless.

'I know this sounds harsh and inhumanely, but -'

'How can you even try to explain yourself?!' Mr. Weasley said angry.

'Sir, please calm -'

'How can he calm down?!' Hermione yelled.

'You are asking us if we would like to chose to let them live or let them die!' Screamed Ron.

Only one person wasn't able to speak at all, all he could do was breath.

The news was sinking into Harry's mind.

The head-healer had just asked if they were willing to let the two girls live, for that was all the machines were doing. They made sure that they kept on breathing, but as their situation only had become worse in the last 24 hours, the healers thought it'd be best if they'd just unplugged all life-support, magical and non-magical, and let them die in peace.

… Flash to the girls (Selena's point of view) …

How long had she been here?

And how long would it take her to get back to wherever she had come from.

Slowly, her memories of the real time started to fade away, and after the 24 hours her time-realism had left her. Fantasy and reality had been mixed up and Selena started to feel really lost and desperate.

She didn't knew where she had come from, didn't knew where she'd go to and didn't knew where she was at the very moment she thought this.

For the first time in life, death seemed more welcome then life, to Selena.

Anything 'd be better then this unknowing. Slowly she let go of life, one step at a time, hoping that no one would be left behind hurt. But than again, she thought, who was really left behind and who was just a figment of her mind? Would she even be leaving someone?

… Flash to St. Mungo's …

Harry and the others were able to go to the ER 5. Hermione looked at the number, it slowly became pitch black, with every step they came closer.

Harry and Ron had seen it too, but didn't want to believe it.

They'd got in and saw how Selena and Yasmine had even become more white then they had been the day before.

The minutes past, while no one spoke. The head-healer stayed there, looking at the grief of the Weasley's and Harry and Hermione.

'What shall be your decision?' He finally asked.

Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley looked at him, and then to Harry.

'It's up to you, Harry.'

Harry looked at them, he couldn't believe them.

Must he decide for their life? Is it up to him to decide who's to live or to die?

Thoughts crossed his mind, but two jumped out.

Are they going to have a normal life if they'd wake up, even if they'd wake up? And second, wouldn't it be better for them if they'd die and leave this world of Voldemort? Harry shook his head, clearing the thoughts.

'I don't know.' He said.

AN: And? Is it a good chapter? Please tell me in your reviews.

Now, a bit explaining about the Tunnel Of Death. The world where they are in now, is one, who I think, Sirius has been in too, when he was in Azkaban. A world of despair, where you can't get out. You don't know how many hours have passed or days, all you see is a world where you don't belong. You slowly start to get mad.

I got the idea of this world while I was writing this. The next chapter will be up soon, if my readers want me to continue? (If you don't, I'll still put it up ;-) )