Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters or anything to do with it; the wonderful JK Rowling creates them all. I just make up my own plot.

A/N I hope you liked the last chapter. Sorry about the violence towards Harry, just so you all know, I love him, but it just seemed better to make him get hurt, but things might get better, I have not decided yet. Thanks again to my Idea maker (for that is what I have decided to call him) for helping me relentlessly with this story, and hope that you readers enjoy this story and do not forget to Review.

Harry Potter and the Unforgettable Destiny

I do not feel the way I have ever felt. I know. I am going to smile and not get worried. I try but it shows. Anyone can make what I have built, and better now anyone can find the same white pills. It takes my pain away. Pain-By Jimmy Eat World

Chapter 3

Xx Pain xX

Madame Pomfrey tried everything she could think of to help him, but Harry never woke up. Snape spent his time brewing a potion that may help him to awake, but it took at least a month to make. Hermione and Ron came to Grimmauld Place, and they began demanding to see there friend. They made there way up stairs and into Sirius' room, one glance at Harry and Hermione broke out in tears. Ron put his arm around her shoulders to comfort her, but his face was grim and in his eyes, you could see the pain he felt over his injured and unconscious friend. They sat by his bed from morning until night hoping and praying that their friend would wake up, but Harry never did.

One month has past since Harry has been in a coma, and there were no changes. They decided to take him to St. Mungo's hospital, where they could get much better care for him. The tests did not show any improvement, and Remus was stressing out. The Order had Aunt Petunia brought over to Grimmauld place to stay until things back at Privet Drive were all sorted out, and Harry was well and awake. No one knew how long it would take Harry to wake up; all they knew was that something happened to his Uncle that made him do this to Harry. Ron was determined to find out what happened to him, and how to get his best mate to wake up.

Snape brought the potion over to St. Mungo's and poured it down Harry's throat. Once it he swallowed it, everyone waited anxiously. Hermione inhaled as she saw a flutter of movement, and then exhaled as nothing happened. Tears sprang to her eyes once again, "He's never going to wake up is he?" She cried. Ron pulled her into a hug, and Hermione cried on his shoulder. Remus watched Harry's two friends with sad eyes, then he looked back at Harry, it did not even look like he was breathing, but they could hear his ragged breaths. Ron steered Hermione out of Harry's room and down the hall to the waiting room, where he sat her down. He let her cry for another half an hour, until he finally made her look at him. "Harry's going to be ok, everyone is trying to help him get out of this, you need to be strong for him, Harry needs us right now, and we need to be his hero for once." Ron said to her. Hermione blinked back the rest of her tears and nodded.

Remus sighed, he was still sitting beside Harry's bed, when he looked up he saw Harry's Aunt being escorted by Tonks over to Harry's bed. Petunia took one look at him, and closed her eyes, as she fought back emotion. "How is he?" She asked her voice quiet and caring. Remus stood up and walked over to her. "Hello Petunia, Harry's not doing that good, he was supposed to wake up once Severus gave him the potion, but he hasn't." Petunia nodded and walked over to Harry's bed, she placed a hand over his and sniffed then she turned around and left the room. Remus watched her leave and then shaking his head he turned around and almost fainted when he looked over at Harry. Blinking Remus walked closer and he noticed that Harry's eyes were open. Breathing quickly he made it to Harry's side, and he grabbed his hand "Harry?" Remus' voice cracked as he tried to talk to him. Harry's eyes move to look at Remus, but there was no recognition in them. Remus' heart sank when he looked in to his best friends' son, and he knew that something bad happened to him, and no one was there to prevent it. Remus blamed himself for what happened to Harry, he could not help it, Harry had told him what his Uncle was like, but he did not do anything to help him.

Harry already had to deal with so much, now with the whole wizarding world counting on him, the fact that he is now in a coma made everyone feel like it was the end, and Voldemort finally won. Remus walked over to the window while a nurse cared for him, and helped him sit up. Remus could feel eyes on his back, and he knew that Harry must have been looking at him curiously, trying to match up a face with a name and the frustration that it was not working. Remus turned around and he met emerald green eyes looking straight at him, tears falling silently down his cheek. Remus moved over to him he closed his hand around Harry's and looked at him, "Harry, do you remember me?" There was a hint of a quiver in his voice. Harry nodded and when he opened his mouth, at first Remus thought he did not say anything, but then he heard a small hoarse whisper "Remus…."

Ron was sitting down beside Hermione, she finally stopped crying, but there was still a noticeable amount of shock and disgust running through her. Ron sat there silent, all he thought about was his best mate in that bed, not dead, but barely alive. It was his entire Uncles fault, if there were not any Order members watching the house, and then Harry might be dead. Ron cursed under his breath, which made Hermione jump slightly. She glared at Ron, and Ron bowed his head as he mumbled an apology. They both heard a crash and jumped up, looking towards the door to Harry's room the watched as Remus rushed out a big smile on his tired face. "Harry's awake!" He shouted out happily. Hermione jumped to her feet, rushed past everyone, and ran to Harry's side. She grabbed his hand, which made him turn his head to look at her. She smiled down at him, a tear sliding down her cheek.

"Harry? Ohmigod Harry I was so worried," Hermione said, her voice squeaking a bit. Harry smiled up at her, he blinked as tears slid out of his beautiful emerald eyes then he looked away from her and over to the door. She turned around and saw Ron standing there, slightly awkward as he stared at them. Harry watched him as he slid his hand from Hermione's grip, then opening his mouth he called out in a hoarse whisper. "Ron…"

Ron walked quickly over to Harry's other side, he put his jealousy in the back of his mind and clasped his best friends hand in a strong grip, letting him know he was there. Harry looked up at his Best friend; he squeezed his hand as much as possible, before he laid his head back on the pillow and fell back to sleep. Ron let go of Harry's hand and looked up to see Hermione staring down at the sleeping Harry, all her attention and love was in her eyes. Ron felt the jealousy begin to consume him, but he fought it down. He stood up and walked to the other side of the bed, as gently as possible Ron took Hermione's hand and pulled her out of the room. Hermione sighed and shook her head. "Poor Harry, after everything he's done I've never seen him so weak before." Ron just nodded and then hearing his stomache growl, he moved to a food dispenser and bought something for him and Hermione. He handed her the sandwich and she took it gratefully, and they both ate it in silence as they watched all the nurses bustling around in and out of Harry's room.

Harry opened his eyes to the noise of people walking around his room. Looking around he saw at least ten nurses in his room at once. Sighing he tried to sit up, but was shocked that he couldn't feel his body, he tried to move his arms but couldn't, looking down he thought he might be strapped, but there was nothing holding him down. Harry realized that when his Uncle had hit him, he had paralyzed him, to a degree. Harry laid back down, closing his eyes and finally falling in to a soundless and restful sleep.

Albus Dumbledore sat in his office awaiting news on Harry's condition. Severus Snape arrived in to his office breathless, "Potter is awake, but it seems he is paralyzed, hopefully it will pass, but I have a bad feeling that this won't be the end." Snape said his voice filling with dread. Albus Dumbledore bowed his head as he listened to Snape leave. Albus stood up and began to pace in front of the fire place, he didn't know if he should visit Harry, with everything that had happened at the end of last year. Finally, Albus Dumbledore stopped his pacing and then he took the floo network to the hospital.

Albus Dumbledore silently walked past Harry's friends and the Order members and made his way to Harry's room. When he looked in, he noticed that Harry was sleeping; he walked over to the side of his bed and looked down at him. He was paler then usual, and his scar was more noticeable. Albus drew up a chair and took a seat by his bed, and waited for him to awake.

Remus was sitting down, Tonks beside him. He sighed as he waited for Albus to come out, he heard from the nurse that Harry was still very weak, and that he became paralyzed, but no one knew how bad it was. Tonks put an arm around him, and he smiled slightly up at her "I'm fine, really" he tried to assure her. Nevertheless, Tonks just shook her head and kept a comforting arm around him.

Hermione, was watching Remus and Tonks on the other side of the waiting room, she knew they were just as anxious to see if Harry would be able to come as she was. She looked beside her and saw Ron, and his eyes fluttered closed and then she could hear his steady breathing. She smiled as she watched him, then she turned and watched as Professor Snape walked into the waiting room. She watched him walk to the nurse's station, he talked with a nurse quickly and then nodding he turned around and left. Hermione sighed shaking her head, she felt so restless. She stood up and moved over to Harry's door, and peaked into the open door, what she saw was an old man staring down at a very sick young boy. Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes, she wiped them away and then moved back to her chair.

Ron felt himself drifting, he was trying to fight it, he wanted to be awake for when Harry's was able to have people visit him, but his eyes were starting to get heavy. He drifted off, and in his dream he saw Hermione exactly as she was, but different, older in a way. However, what he did not want to see, was his Best friend holding her around the waist, as she laughed with him and kissed him. Ron hated the fact that Harry was better looking, famous, and rich, all Ron wanted was a chance to have something, just one thing that Harry could never have, and it looks like Harry gets that too. Ron opened his eyes to see Hermione's head sleeping on his shoulder; he smiled and slipped his arm around her before he fell back to sleep.