Chapter One: Hello
Playground, school bell rings; again.
Rain clouds come to play again.
It happened a week ago; the screaming, the fights, the wounds, the Deatheaters, the invasion. Something they had known was going to happen, but know one expected it on that day, not one. It should have been obvious I suppose, since they wouldn't expect it. They should have known. Especially Harry, but the only thing running through Harry's brain that Valentines day was Hermione. He was nervous. He sent a card to her telling the truth. Well, not the complete truth, just that he liked her, had for a long while, but didn't want to ruin their friendship so he would understand if the feelings weren't mutual. What he didn't tell her was that he thought he might love her. That he thinks about her constantly, worries, there wasn't a happy memory in his life that didn't include her. He didn't say that in the letter, but he felt it.
Down at breakfast that day he had been anxiously awaiting the mail, to see Hermione's reaction, yet at the same time not wanting to see it all, for fear it would be a bad one. Just as the card swooped in front of Hermione, the attack began. Deatheaters raided the Great Hall. Harry drew his wand.
"Mione!" He had yelled over the noise. "Read the card now, so you'll know what it says know matter what happens.!!" Hermione opened the card, scanned it, gasped, then slowly looked up. Just as their eyes met Hermione was knocked out cold by a spell. Harry caught her as she fell, but it was worthless, for seconds later he was attacked by a different spell. Millions of thoughts went through his head, but one stuck out, it was his fault they got hit, if he hadn't cared so much about the card . . . And then it was black.
Has no one told you she's not breathing
Hello, I'm your mind
Giving you some one to talk to, hello.
He woke up six days after and stayed by Hermione all that day, and today. It had been exactly a week. They were giving up hope, but he wasn't, he never would. Her pulse had slowed down to a slow dead pace, but it was still there. It would always be there. He would stay by her until she got better. It was his fault, all his fault. Why had he told her to read the card? Why? They could have been fighting and nothing would have happened like this. They would have been paying attention. Why had he been so dumb? Why did it hit Hermione, his Hermione, HIS Mione. He couldn't talk to anyone, wouldn't. Not until his Mione woke up. Not till she was there. All he had was his sanity, and that was slowly drifting away as he was stuck with the voices in his head constantly blaming Hermione's coma on him.
"Mione," he pleaded grasping her hand tightly. "Please wake up. Please. You have to. I need you."
If I smile and don't believe,
Soon I know I'll wake, from this dream.
"This isn't real," he whispered to himself. Its all just a dream he thought. A really bad nightmare. None of this is real. I'll wake up soon and walk down to the common room, Hermione will be there waiting, smiling. I know she will!! This can't be real. I don't know what I'll do if it is!!
Hello. I'm the lie living for you
So you can hide. Don't cry.
This couldn't be. Hermione can't really be in a coma. Her life could not yet be fading. She was too young. She hadn't fully lived. It just wouldn't make sense. But Harry knew somewhere in the back of his mind that it was all just a lie, that Hermione's life was slowly fading.
He stared down at her motionless form. Pale and cold; no longer the energetic Hermione that he loved. No longer able to nag him at his homework. No longer able to cheer him as he played Quidditch yet at the same time cover her eyes in fear. No longer able to just be there. No longer able to breath freely. Her pulse was slowing down, fading, evanescence.
"Hermione," he whispered as a lone tear escaped from his eye and slowly slid down his cheek. "You can't leave yet, you can't! I need you. I can't live without you. You're the only thing that keeps me going. The only one who knows me. Even Ron doesn't know me as good as you, I can't talk to him like I can you. You're the only one who's not afraid to tell me to shut up when I'm being stupid. You're the only one who I can just sit there and be content with. You're the only one I don't mind studying with. You're the only one," he croaked, choking back a sob. "The only I will ever love. Everyone comes second to you. You're the only."
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping, Hello
I'm still here; all that's left of yesterday
Hermiones pulse stoped; Harry let out a shrill cry and began to sob. Laying his head on Hermione's stomach and holding her hand tightly he began to call to her.
"Mione!" His voice was muffled in her stomach. "Don't go! Don't leave me, you can't leave! Mione please come back, please." But she was already gone. Gone to another world that he didn't know of. And she had to make a choice.
"Mione! Please," his tears didn't seem like they would ever cease. "Please, don't go. I need you. Mione I-i I love you, don't go." And from there he went silent, the only thing you could here was the faint sound of his sobs as the realization that he wasn't sleeping and that it wasn't just a bad dream hit. "I love you." He whispered once more and slowly, just as it ended, her pulse began to come back.