"What seems to be the problem, Ms. Weasley?"

"It's nothing important, Madam Pomfrey. I only fell off my broom."

Harry flinched slightly at the sound of his friends' voices, but he couldn't seem to move more than that. What was going on? Where was he?

"Again? As Madam Hooch's apprentice, you really should be more careful! I swear child, you're as accident prone as Mr. Potter, here."

Mr. Potter? She meant him. He was...Harry Potter...yes. That was definitely his name, but what was he doing here?

Silence rang in the air around his body, making him think he had been left alone, until someone finally spoke up.

"Harry...how's he doing?"

Harry's ears perked up at his name. Yes, he was definitely Harry. He remembered that much.

"No change, yet, but he's stable."

Stable? So...he's alive? His heart began to beat rapidly at the realization, but not because he was excited to be alive. What happened to Voldemort? If Harry was still alive, did that mean he was as well?

"You'll tell me if anything changes?"

"Of course Ms. Weasley. Here, take this potion and you'll be right as rain. Now, off with you! Visiting hours are over for the day."

"Yes, Madam."

Harry listened to his friend's footsteps recede as Madam Pomfrey adjusted the blankets around him. So, he could still feel his body. That's good. He experimented moving his toes, and only just managed to do so. The Medi-witch didn't seem to notice his effort, as her footsteps soon vanished into the distance as well, leaving him presumably alone once again. With nothing else to do with his time, Harry decided to dedicate himself to regaining movement.

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After what seemed like hours of self-rehabilitation – in which he has since managed to bend one of his toes completely-, Harry once again heard voices approaching his bed.

"Hey, Harry! It's us!"

"Hey, mate..."

Hermione! Ron! He'd recognize those voices anywhere, and boy was he glad to hear them.

"We just thought we'd come and check up on you." It was obvious Hermione was trying her best to sound positive, but Harry could hear the worry in her voice. "Madam Pomfrey says you're doing really well...I only wish...well..."

"Hurry up and wake up, mate!"

"Ron!"

Harry laughed internally as he heard the smack of Hermione's hand make contact with what must have been Ron's leg. "Ow! What was that for, Hermione?!"

"You're always so crass!"

"Well, you want him to wake up too, don't you!?"

"Of course I do!"

"Besides, it's not like he can hear us..."

"He can. I know he can!"

Harry wanted to smile at Hermione's positivity What would he have ever done without her?

"Anyway," She continued. "We came to update you again, Harry. Ron and I finally decided on a date for our wedding." Wedding?! His friends are getting married? He can't even remember them ever confessing to one another! "Originally, we wanted to wait until you woke up...but..."

"We can't wait, forever, mate." Smack! "Ow!"

"Anyway! We'll be getting married on the thirtieth of October. I know it's only a few weeks away, but Mrs. Weasley has been very adamant we get it done soon so that she could have...erm...grandchildren..."

Harry could hear the embarrassment in his friend's voice. He was pretty sure Ron would be red head to toe as well...wait a minute...October?! A few weeks away?! How long has he been out for?!

"Let's see, what else have you missed lately..." Harry listened very carefully, hoping to find out more. "Headmaster McGonagall still hasn't found anyone to replace herself as Head of Gryffindor. I told her I would fill in for her until she could find someone, but I can't stay forever..."

"Tell him about George!"

"Why can't you tell him?"

"Go on!"

"Alright! Goodness, Ron, I swear sometimes you can be such a child!" Harry heard shuffling as she turned back to address his silent body once again. "George has gotten orders from all kinds of places, Harry. Not just here in Scotland and England, but from Ireland, Egypt, and even-"

"He's gotten requests from the States, mate! Can you believe it? Fred would be so proud!"

Fred would be proud? He must have retired or something. Maybe he got married as well...Harry sure was missing a lot.

"Oh, and Neville and Luna say hi as well, Harry. They said they would be by to see you before the wedding. Their tour in China should be over soon." Hermione patted Harry's comatose leg in comfort.

"Can you believe they actually got proof that Snarblasts exist? I always thought Luna was missing a few pieces, if you know what I mean!"

"Ronald Weasley!"

"I'm only saying!"

"Well, we'd better be going, Harry. Mrs. Weasley will have dinner ready soon, and she'll be cross if we're late again." He felt her plant a small, chaste kiss on his cheek as she rose. "Please wake up soon..." She whispered, before leaving with her fiance'.

With new determination, Harry worked on moving his fingers. He would make that wedding. No matter what.