I wrote chapters two and three at the same time because my brain was on a roll. Had to roll with it. Happy reading!!
Chapter Three. (Two and a half months into Harry's coma)
Hermione apparated back to Grimmauld Place and pulled out her hipflask. She took two big gulps of the burning liquid then capped it and went inside. Two and a half months and he still showed no signs of life. She was frightened. Perhaps he wouldn't wake. Perhaps Ron would decide to pull the plug on him. These thoughts only made her drink more. Every night she would sit with her journal where she had documented every day of her life since she arrived at Hogwarts. She poured over the pages immersed in words of times where Harry was full of life. All the times, good and bad, that the trio had shared.
When she arrived in the kitchen she saw a barn owl with a large envelope. She took it and turned it over in her hands. It was addressed to Harry from a construction company. She reasoned with herself. Of course she should open it as she was in charge of Harry's finances while he was incapable of doing it himself. Perhaps this was important.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Thank you for choosing our company in the renovation of your property. I've enclosed all the finalized blueprints according to your requests and am eager to start working on the house as soon as possible since I have been away. I do apologize once again that my family vacation took me away for so long even though as you agreed, family is the most important thing in life. I hope that you get the family you talked about as we went over the blueprints as you have created a wonderful home to raise one in.
Sincerely,
Herman Woodhaven.
Hermione took a bottle of mead out of the fridge and looked over the blueprints. Harry had wanted to renovate his parent's home. The one that was destroyed by Voldemort when he was one.
Everything was perfect, she thought as she combed through the documents. It wasn't large, but cozy. It really was a perfect place to raise a family.
Hermione scribbled a note to Herman that renovations should commence immediately and sent it with the barn owl.
A perfect place to raise a family. That thought echoed through her head the entire night. That was why Harry didn't want to live unless his mind was fully intact because he wanted a family. What if he couldn't have that?
Tormented by the thoughts that Harry wouldn't get to have the family he dreamed of, Hermione drank till well past midnight. She would have continued, but Ron appeared through the fireplace.
"I think that's enough for tonight," he said, surveying the empty bottles. This was his usual schedule. Every night he would show up to coax Hermione to stop drinking and go to bed. It was all he could do. He had tried everything to get her to stop, but nothing ever worked and she had kicked him out of the house. Even though he didn't wish to leave her at Grimmauld Place by herself, everyone had advised him to leave her alone. They knew she was bright and hoped she would come around on her own.
"What are these?" he asked, picking up the blueprints for Godric's Hollow.
"Nothing," Hermione said, snatching them away. She charmed them upstairs to the library, "You can't tell me what to do. I'll drink if I want to."
"I know," Ron said. They went through this speech every night, "Upstairs Hermione, brush you teeth."
"Alright," she replied, grudgingly. She stood and stumbled out of the kitchen while Ron started to clean up.
Ron didn't expect Hermione to come back. She usually didn't. He would go upstairs and find her passed out on her bed. He'd tuck her in and watch her for awhile to make sure she didn't have alcohol poisoning.
Tonight she stormed back into the kitchen, "What did you do with them?"
"What?"
"The blueprints, the ones I got tonight. Where are they?" she screamed at him.
"Hermione, you charmed them upstairs. They are probably in the library," Ron said, startled.
"Get out, Ron!" she barked.
"Why?" Ron asked.
"You know why and I won't let it happen!"
"What?"
"Harry. You'll never take away his life support. He wants to live!"
"But he doesn't want to be a vegetable and that's what he's going to be if he doesn't wake up soon. He doesn't want that and you shouldn't want that for him."
"If you think that, then you are not his friend. Get out of his house," Hermione snapped, pulling out her wand.
Ron never expected this. Hermione was clearly drunk and he was worried that she might actually curse him. He grabbed a handful of floo powder and left. Tonight was obviously not a good night for her. He should have checked on her sooner.
Hermione left the kitchen still screaming at Ron even though he was gone.
"How could you Ron! You can't let him die!" she yelled to no one. She was so loud in the front foyer she would have put Mrs. Black to shame. Luckily they had finally found a spell to get her off the wall earlier that year.
Her fury seemed to blind her and the alcohol was no help. She toppled over one of the end tables near the stairs sending herself and the lamp to the floor where it broke.
A tirade of curses escaped her mouth at the top of her lungs as she untangled herself from the cord and stood. She straightened the table and picked up the lamp, cursing the two pieces.
"Will you stop shouting?" someone yelled over her, "What are you doing in my house?"
Hermione ceased at once, she knew that voice. She spun immediately back towards the kitchen door. There he stood, clear as day not five feet from her. Harry, her Harry. The way he had looked the day they went off for the final battle. He was alive.
Hermione dropped the lamp and went to reach for him but he backed away.
"You just broke my lamp again! What are you doing here? This is my house," Harry said again.
"You told me I could stay," Hermione said, shocked. She didn't understand why Harry wasn't happy to be alive. Why he didn't even hug her. Surely he should be happy.
"I did no such thing!" Harry said, "Now get out before I get the authorities."
"But…" Hermione started to cry. Why was he acting like this? "You'd really call on the aurors?"
"Aurors?" Harry asked, "Are you drunk?" He made a loud sniff in the air and scrunched his nose, "Ugh! You are. I'm calling the police." He turned towards the sitting room and walked around the corner.
"Wait, Harry," Hermione pleaded following him, but when she rounded the corner, no one was there. She searched around the house, calling his name, but no one answered and she found nothing.
"I drank too much," Hermione said later that night as she lie in bed, "I'm seeing things."
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