Here's chapter one. I hope that you like it. I do not own anything Harry Potter, I just own the plot and or storyline, as well as Healer Kaylee. Enjoy.

Chapter One - I'm So Sorry

Days turned to weeks, as Harry Potter lay on a mattress in . Medically there was nothing wrong with him, but he didn't speak, didn't eat, the only time that he moved was when he went to the restroom. He just lay in the bed across from the red haired woman who had arrived the day before him, staring at her. The nurses were at a standstill. They didn't know what to do to help the troubled man. A bushy haired brunette, and a tall lanky red head walked into the ward, like they've done every single day since the two people arrived. Hermione Granger sat down in a chair to the left of Harry and grabbed his hand. "Hello Harry," She said, in a falsely bright voice. "It's been three months Harry."

Ronald Weasley put his hand on her shoulder, "mate, you need to get up soon. I proposed to Hermione last week, and we want to get married soon. But we won't do that until you're at our wedding. Harry will you be my best man?" Ron asked seriously, even though he knew that there would be no answer.

Harry lay there, just staring at the motionless body across from him. "Harry, we've decided that the colors will be emerald green, because of our best man's eyes, and our maid of honors favorite color. I asked Ginny to be our maid of honor. Has she openned her eyes yet Harry?"

"Hermione. Leave him be. You know that mentioning Ginny doesn't help." Ron muttered before walking over to his sister. "Good morning Ginny. How have you been? Are you as excited about the wedding as Hermione and I are? I know that you've been trying to get me to ask Hermione out since your third year."

Harry mechanically stood up and walked to the bathroom. "Harry." Hermione called, but he shut the door. After using the loo he stood in front of the mirror and stared at himself. Ginny. Ginny's in a coma. Ginny was attacked. You couldn't save her. You didn't protect her. You were supposed to protect her. Why didn't you help? Why didn't you protect her. You idiot. Harry washed his hands, before walking mechanically back to his bed, where he lay down, and went back to staring at Ginny's body. If you looked closely, you could see her chest moving up and down slowly. Shortly after he came back from the bathroom, his two friends left. Harry just lay there and watched her. Hoping for a change. Wishing for a change, that he kept hoping would come soon.

"Harry?" Ginny called from a different room.

He smiled and finished loading the stuff into the picnic basket. "I'm in the kitchen dear." Ginny walked in and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Just putting the finishing touches on our picnic extravaganza." He tapped the box, and then turned around and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Are you ready for our hot date ?"

She grinned and moved her hands onto her stomach. "Yes I and our babies are very ready for our hot date."

Harry's jaw dropped, "Babies?"

She nodded."Yeah, I found out at the last doctors appointment."

Harry grinned and leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers, "I love you Ginny."

"I love you too Harry."

Harry sat up in his bed, tears running down his face, he stood up and walked over to Ginny's body and picked up her hand. "I'm so sorry," he croaked. "I'm so sorry that I didn't save you." He sat down in the chair beside her bed, and lay his head on the bed beside her, still holding her hand. "I'm so sorry." Harry drifted to sleep, after speaking for the first time in three months.

"Mr. Potter?" A woman's voice called. Harry felt his shoulder being shaken. He jerked, and stood up. The medi-witch held a hand out towards him.

Harry walked back over to his bed and sat down, wrapping his hand around his knees. He stared over at Ginny. The medi-witch was standing over her, waving her wand. Harry hesitated before asking, "Is she okay?" Harry croaked.

The medi-witch jumped, before looking at him. She then looked back at her chart. "Her vitals are good, but she's still in a coma. Is there anything that I can get you?"

Harry nodded, "a glass of water would be nice."

The nurse waved her wand and made a glass appear, and then put water in it using aquamenti. "Are you feeling up to talking to a counselor on staff?"

Harry took a drink, "No thank you." He drank some more and soon the glass was empty.

"Would you like me to put a self replenishing spell on the glass?" She asked, and when he nodded, she whispered, "Aquamenti refillum."

"Thank you," he croaked.

"Do you feel up to eating?" She asked him.

"I," he paused, thinking about it. "I don't know."

"I'll have the cafeteria staff bring you up something light. Are you sure that there isn't anything else that I can help you with?"

Harry nodded, "Thank you." He said for the third time.

The witch walked out, and Harry went back to staring at Ginny. There was a pair of footsteps coming up the hallway, and a tall man walked in wearing scrubs, and a hairnet. "You're awake." Harry looked up at him, and then went back to watching Ginny.

"Malfoy." Harry croaked.

Draco's mouth twitched. "Harry, I've been bringing you food for three months, I think that puts us on a first name basis."

"Hardly, you come in and say a few things to my comatose body, and then magic my food into my stomach, that hardly puts us on a first name basis."

Draco smiled. "It's great that you're awake. Now I have someone to terrorize while I'm working."

"Why do you work at the hospital?" Harry asked, taking another drink of water.

Draco's smile dropped. "After the war, they put all of us death eater spawn into a special rehabilitation program. We're set to do community service for three years. I picked the hospital because I couldn't stand being helpless in a medical emergency. I hated every second that you three were in the mansion. I hated that I couldn't help at all. After a year of working in the kitchens, I can move into medical training." Draco looked down, "I'm so sorry that I couldn't help you guys. I'm so sorry that I just stood there."

"It's not your fault," Harry croaked, "If you had said or done anything, then you would have been killed."

Draco seemed to notice the tray of food in his hands, "Here's your food. Would you like to try eating, or should I magic it into you?"

Harry scooted back further onto his bed, so that his back was against the headboard. "I'll try eating."

Draco nodded, and stepped closer, before waving his wand and making a table appear. Draco sat silently while Harry ate his light lunch. After a while Harry pushed the tray towards him, and looked over at Ginny. "Have you seen her move yet?"

Draco looked over at her. "No, I'm sorry." He looked at the tray, "Are you done?" Harry nodded. Draco picked up the tray and walked towards the door. "By the way Harry, if you need to talk, I'm here. If you want to talk about something serious ask the nurse to ask me for a chocolate frog, and I'll know it's serious."

"Thank you." Harry called out, "hopefully I'll be able to talk soon."

When Draco was gone, and his footsteps had receded past the point of when Harry could hear them, Harry pulled his knees back up to his chest, and went back to staring at Ginny. His hand slid up his face, and his fingers touched the sore spot on his head. It hadn't worked. He had used the killing curse on himself, and it hadn't worked. The bruise was finally gone, he had noticed yesterday when he was looking in the mirror. What did the killing curse have against him? His mother's protection should have only worked against Voldemort. If only Ginny was awake, if she were here, then there would be a reason to keep living. But she hasn't moved in months, hopefully they'll use the legilimency monitor that they've been talking about for a few weeks.

He heard two sets of footsteps approaching the ward. The steps paused outside the door. "Hermione, I love you."

"I love you too Ron," she said, "Do you think that they'll get better?"

"I hope so Mione." Ron said, "Come on." The door openned, and they paused after they saw how Harry was sitting. "Afternoon Harry."

Ron and Hermione sat down beside his bed. "How are you doing today Harry?" Hermione asked, looking down.

"Horrible," he croaked.

Ron and Hermione grinned. "I knew that you would get better." Ron said.

"That's not what the conversation outside of the door sounded like." He said.

"What woke you up Harry?" Hermione asked.

Harry looked down, contemplating not telling them. "I had a dream, of me and Ginny. It felt so real." Harry looked at Ron, "I'm so sorry Ron. I'm so sorry that I didn't save her, that I didn't protect her." Ron wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders.

"It wasn't your fault Harry. You appeared out of no where, and then attacked Bellatrix and Voldemort. We knew that you would probably be out of sight, I should have protected her better."

"I'm so sorry. I couldn't protect her, and then, I couldn't live without her. She was everything to me, and I spent all of those months watching the Marauders map, wondering if she was alright. All those months in sixth year, spent with her, by the lake, or around the corridors. Seeing her again in the room of requirement. I just couldn't imagine losing her. I'm sorry that I put you guys through so much."

Hermione leaned forward and took his hand, "Harry, we're just glad that you're okay."

"So, you guys are getting married?" They leaned back and smiled.

"You remembered," Hermione said.

"Of course I remember, you told me yesterday."

"We weren't sure how well you would remember any of the conversations while you where like that."

Harry nodded, "I remember everything that you've said."

"Harry. Are you going to talk to anybody?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know if I can. There's somebody that works in the hospital that I know, I'll probably talk to him." Harry said. "It's so weird talking again."

Ron grinned, "Are you hungry?"

Hermione smacked his arm, "Not everybody thinks of food at all times of the day Ronald."

Harry smiled too, "I am actually kind of hungry."

"I'll go tell the nurse." Ron said, leaving the room.

Hermione turned toward Harry, "Harry are you sure that you're okay with us getting married?" She looked down, "I just didn't know for sure or not, because of what happened that day."

Harry reached over and pulled her face up. "Hermione, when I tried to kill myself, it had absolutely nothing to do with you. I am very happy for you and Ron, and am thrilled that you two would make me your best man. Any ideas on the date?"

Hermione's eyes flashed over to Ginny. "We want you both to be there. Ginny was always telling me that I should tell Ron how I feel about him. It was her favorite topic switcher when I would tell her to tell you how she felt. She was really one of my best friends, and she means a lot to you, I didn't think that you would want to walk up the aisle with anybody but her by your side."

Harry hugged her. "I may be feeling a little better, but I don't know how long it'll be before I'm ready to leave. I don't want to leave here, for her to wake up and think that nobody cares."

Hermione stood up and wiped tears from her face. "I'm so sorry that I didn't protect her better."

"Hermione you couldn't have stopped what happened." Harry said, as Ron came in.

"The nurse said that she'd call down to the kitchen for some food."

Harry nodded, "Thanks. Congratulations on your impending nuptials."

Ron grinned, "Thanks mate." Ron sat down beside him, in the same seat that Draco had sat on earlier.

"So, what do you guys want to talk about?" Harry asked his two friends.

"I don't know. What would you like to know? It's been three months, ask us some questions, and we'll answer."

Harry looked at his hands, "Voldemort, is he-"

"Dead?" Hermione said. "Yes, you killed him."

"Bellatrix?"

"The people were so caught up in watching you that we let her bleed to death." Hermione grinned. "She died, and I took immense pleasure in breaking her wand in half."

Harry looked up, "Did you get a new one?" Hermione nodded. "What about mine? Did mine get fixed?"

Hermione grinned, "I sent it to Ollivander, and he was able to put it back together."

"Can I have it back?" Harry asked her.

Her smile dropped, "You're not allowed to have your wand back until you're released, or at least put into a different ward. Since you tried to-"

"Off myself?" He said. There was a pause in the conversation, and Harry noticed that there were footsteps coming down the hall again. "So I'm not allowed my wand in case I decide to try and kill myself again?"

Hermione nodded with tears in her eyes. "Sorry mate, doctor's orders." Ron said softly.

The door openned and Draco walked in, carrying a tray in front of him. "Harry, I brought you a hamburger and fries, hope you don't mind." He froze when he looked up and saw the people sitting around Harry's bed.

"Thanks Draco." Harry said, "Can you bring it over here?"

Draco walked closer, and waved his wand to make the table appear again. "Here you go. Call for the nurse when you're done."

"Wouldn't it be easier for you if you just waited until I was done?" Harry said, before taking a bite out of his food.

Draco sighed before slouching down into the chair on the other side of his bed. He looked up to see Hermione and Ron staring at him. "I'm sorry Hermione."

Hermione jumped. "For what?"

"For not being able to help you, at the manor. I'm sorry that I didn't do anything to stop what she was doing to you. I'm sorry that I just let her-."

"Draco, it wasn't your fault." Hermione said, "You've said and done a lot of horrible things to us, but you have never physically harmed me. No matter what problems there were between us, we never got physical."

"Except for the time that you decked me, and called me a cockroach." Draco said with a slight smile to his face.

"Well you deserved that." Harry said with a grimace. "You did egg on Buckbeak, and then said some things about the execution."

Draco looked down. "I was raised to uphold family honor. To do what my parent's wanted me to do. If that included getting Hagrid sacked, no matter how horrible I felt during my attempts, I would always try." Draco looked back up at them. "I'm sorry."

Ron looked like he was in thought. "It sucks that you're parent's were like that. I mean, they're Malfoy's, and have always had something against us, but it really sucks that the pulled you into their personal vendetta."

Draco nodded, and they were silent as Harry continued to eat. Harry was looking at Ginny's body as he ate, trying to make the situation less awkward. "It's too quiet," he said, taking the last bite of his burger, and moving towards the fries.

Hermione smiled. "I'm glad that you're finally up. Ron and I have so much to tell you."

"Like?" Harry asked, motioning her to continue.

"We've gotten us a flat, and would like you to have the spare bedroom when you get out."

"It's about time," Draco said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk on his face. "You guys were obviously crazy about each other since second year, and everybody knew it except yourselves."

Hermione blushed, "were we really that obvious?"

Harry and Draco said, at the same time, "Yes."

Ron grinned, and rubbed his head, "So, like she said, we've got your room ready, we just need to know your favorite colors so we can decorate it accordingly."

"Imagine you talking about decorating." Harry said, finishing his food, and wiping his hands together. "Never thought that I'd see the day that the four of us would be sitting around having a civil conversation." They laughed, "Green," he said softly, before looking up at Hermione. "Like my mother's eyes."

"Or like Slytherin." Draco said, before motioning towards the tray. "You done Harry?" Harry nodded, and Draco said, "Don't forget what I said earlier. Bye Harry." He said, nodding at the other two.

When Draco left Ron looked at Harry, "Since when are the two of you on a first name basis?"

"Apparently since he's been bringing me three meals a day for the last three months, give or take a few days, that put's us on a first name basis."

"But you've been basically comatose," Hermione said, "that hardly counts."

Harry grinned, "That's what I told him. So what's going on in the wizarding world today?"

Hermione pulled a newspaper out of her bag and handed it to him. "They're still working on capturing the last few death eaters, but some are more evasive than others. Since Bellatrix and Voldemort were killed, there haven't been any organized attacks, just a few random attacks. Thankfully nobody was hurt."

Harry nodded, and looked at the front of the newspaper. "Any stuff going around about the chosen one?"

Hermione grinned and shook her head. "No, I have dirt on all of the writers for the daily prophet, and am successfully blackmailing them until you're able to leave the hospital."

"Isn't that kind of illegal?" Harry asked.

"Maybe, but like anybody would stand up against the golden trio."

"The trio?"

Hermione grinned. "Every now and then we give Fred a bit of Polyjuice potion so that it looks like you're out and about."

"I'm not ashamed of what I did Hermione. I wouldn't change a thing, except maybe I would have used a better curse than what I did."

"Harry!" Hermione cried. "Why would you want to be dead?"

He motioned over to the body on the bed across from him. "Because the only girl that I've ever loved, is over on a bed, not moving because of me. If I had killed Voldemort sooner, then she would be alive right now. She would be here, with her family, with me."

"Harry, you couldn't have done anything."

"Yes I could have, I could have not been a coward. I could have attacked him face on, instead of hiding under my cloak. I could have got my wand out when I was on the ground, and attacked him then, maybe Ginny would be okay if I had."

"Harry. Stop. It is not your fault that my sister is like that." Ron said, pointing towards his sister. "She is like that because of a sick and evil witch attacked her, not because the people that love her weren't close enough. For the first couple of weeks after it happened, I was really upset with myself, and kept swearing that if I had done this or that differently then she would be awake. But I went to see a counselor and I realized that I was wrong. It wasn't my fault, it wasn't anybodies except for the bloody bitch that hurt her."

"Literally, a bloody bitch. I cant believe that I used that curse again, after I had accidentally used it on Draco I swore that I'd never use it again."

"Harry, you had just seen your girlfriend get struck by a curse, you can't be held accountable for your actions."

Harry froze, "What? Am I being charged?"

Hermione looked down, "No, because it was a death eater that tried to put the charge through, but there will probably be a psychologist coming to see you in the next couple of days."

"I don't need to see a psychologist. I know why I did what I did, and I am not upset about my reasoning's."

"But you were obviously upset enough about it to try to commit suicide."

"Well it obviously didn't work, since my body has some kind of bloody immunity to the damn killing curse, which has been used against me three times now, one of the times by myself, and I'm still alive. People don't want me here, and I don't want to be here. I don't think that I should have to see a counselor just because I'm not wanted."

Hermione started crying. "But Harry, we want you here. Me, Ron, the Weasley's, and the wizarding world want you here."

"If the wizarding world wanted me here then they wouldn't have ostracized me after Cedric's death. You want me here now, but if I were gone, it wouldn't matter." Harry said. How had the conversation come to this? Things were getting along fine until Hermione brought up him not being accountable for his actions. "If I were gone, you guys would move on."

"How could you say that Harry? We've been best friends for almost seven years!" Hermione started crying and ran out of the room.

"Way to go Harry. I hope you're happy." Ron said angrily, before walking to the door. "See you tomorrow."

When they were gone Harry lay back on his bed and put his arms behind his head, and stared at the ceiling. He had tried to commit suicide in front of a nice percentage of the population of Britain's wizarding world. There were so many things wrong with that. First of all, he Harry James Potter had tried to kill himself, maybe they'd put it off as pressure. He did have a lot on his shoulders since he started Hogwarts, and then he was taught just enough to survive. 'I wonder what Dumbledore would think about my attempt on myself.' Harry thought. Harry looked over to the door when a medi-witch came in to check out Ginny. "How's she doing?" He asked.

"She's still stable , is there anything that I can get for you?"

Harry thought for a second before asking, "Is it possible that you can tell that I would like a chocolate frog after his shift is over?"

"I'll tell him but I don't know if he'll be able to bring it or not."

"Thank you Miss..."

"Healer Kaylee."

"Thank you healer Kaylee."

Harry lay his head back down. Draco always came and delivered a light snack right before he got off, so he knew he had a few hours before Draco was able to come. Might as well take a nap. His eyes closed, and he stopped thinking, allowing his body to fall asleep.

So, what did you think? Sorry if it was dry, or just dragged on. And, I know that Harry isn't as weak as he seems, that he isn't like this. And I also know (Sigh) that Draco probably wouldn't be acting like he is either.