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Chapter Thirty-Nine: Aftermath

Harry was trying to get around to Hope but nobody would let him. Instead, he was being pulled onto a bed himself.

"I'm fine," he kept repeating, but nobody was listening. Finally, someone appeared he didn't expect.

"Professor Snape?" The professor looked tired, as if he had the whole world on his shoulders.

"Harry, please let them check you. I don't need Hope on my case when she wakes up for not letting you get the medical attention you need."

Harry's mouth fell open. "Yes sir," he said, leaning back against the bed and letting one of the mediwitches brought in begin to work. After awhile, they handed him some potions that made him sleep and moved over to the next curtain.

Hope was lying in the bed with people anxiously working around her. Her lungs had been magically drained, and multiple other things. They had hope that she would survive.

Snape reentered and took a seat beside her bed, gently grasping her hand. He leaned forward and began whispering, "Lea, you have a very worried boyfriend, father, and friends. You better not keep us worrying too long."

Harry felt the pull toward consciousness and fought it. He heard voices around him and groaned.

"Harry?" Hermione's voice cut through his consciousness.

"Go'way," he muttered, turning over.

"Harry, wake up!" Hermione kept pestering him.

"Bloody hell, Mione. Let a person sleep."

"You've been sleeping for five days, mate. Time to wake up," Draco said with a laugh.

"What?!" Harry shot up. "What do you mean, what happened?"

"Well, you kinda kidnapped Hope, and then she got thrown in the lake for like, forever, then we came and saved the day," Draco explained all macho like.

Everyone turned and raised an eyebrow at the blonde, who turned away blushing.

Harry shook his head. "Is Hope okay?" Everyone diverted their eyes, making him desperate. "Somebody answer me. Is Hope alive?"

"Harry…" Hermione started. "Hope was underwater for a long time. She's alive, but she's not woken up yet. She's in a coma. They're not sure when she will wake up."

Harry breathed in deeply, and pushed off the emotions to deal with until he was alone. "What else has happened?"

"Well, everyone went home. The Weasleys have been by a couple times, excluding Ron. Most of the Order has been by, but only for a few minutes before they would rush up to Dumbledore's office. So pretty much it's just been Draco and me down here."

Harry gave them a look but quickly dismissed it. "Didn't the rest of the students go home? Why are you still here, Hermione?"

"Oh, my parents said that I could stay, and Professor Dumbledore thought that it would be nice for you to have a friend around when you woke up. Madam Pomfrey said that you were free to go whenever you woke up. There's clothes and stuff there, for you, so get dressed. We'll be in the kitchen waiting for you when you get ready."

Harry nodded and watched as his two friends left together and quickly got dressed. He walked over and moved the curtains back to Hope's bed before entering the area and sitting down. He laid his head down on her stomach and let a few tears leak out.

"Hope, you have to wake up. I feel so guilty. I love you so much and I would never forgive myself. I can't fight this war without you. You're my hope. Wake up soon." He kissed her on the cheek before turning and leaving the room to find his friends.

Three days later, Harry was sitting in the headmasters office impatiently tapping his foot. The entire order was there and Harry had been asked to sit in on the meeting. The only problem was that nobody had said anything.

Suddenly Dumbledore walked in and sat behind his desk, formally beginning the meeting. "I do not have much time, but we have a matter to discuss that is vital. We need to discuss how to finally get rid of Voldemort."

"As you know, Harry here is the one prophesied to be the downfall of him. That is why he is here. He will be the one, with Hope, of course, to cast whatever spell we decide, so it is only fair that he be here to listen."

Everyone nodded and murmured their agreement before ideas were discussed. Harry wrote several of them down, promising to discuss them with Hope whenever she woke up. He stood up and left the meeting, and after being stopped by several more order members, he finally made it to the Hospital Wing, where he sat down next to Hope, determined not to move until he had to.

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A/N: One more chapter left. Thanks to everyone, readers, reviewers, everything.

Kayla