So many lovely comments on the last chappie, it was too hard to choose! (saracasm) ;) 

"Minerva, will you please?" Dumbledore only nodded towards the two bodies laying in a heap next to the door.

Minerva McGonagall gasped, covering her mouth and took out her wand. "Oh my - how did this happen?!" She glared at the man who was currently tied to the chair, Snape was furiously interrogating the clear Death Eater.

Solemnly, she transfigured the two unconscious girls to floor behind her as she stalked through the corridors, through the hordes of mourners and towards the Infirmary, where no doubt Mr. Diggory was having his son Cedric's body examined for cause of death.

Minerva could hardly stand all the death surrounding the end of term, she didn't know how she would feel if the girls following her were gone too. 

There was a great commotion as the two bodies drifted through the crowds of mourners, quickly matching the pace of McGonagall who was trying to get through with out too much distraction. "Make way! Make way!" She yelled a few times at the stragglers who were gaping, pale faced as the two bodies floated past.

"L-Lana?" A small voice called from behind in the crowds. "Elle?" As McGonagall passed, she met with the scared blue eyes of Jenna Chase. 

"Come with me, Miss Chase. You should be there.. when.. well when Madame Pomfrey gives the results." The Professor spoke mechanically, not even pausing to voice this, but still drifting through the crowds at a fast pace - time was of the essence and while these girls were currently protected by a magic charm, magic could only do so much.

The crowds became thicker and thicker as people were coming back from the stadium, faces tear stained and horrified. Minerva knew there would be a total uproar if she didn't move faster.

"E-Elle?" The voice of a familiar Weasley sounded in the Professor's ears. "ELLE!" Suddenly, the whole pack of Weasley's, Mother and Father too, were by the two bodies, matching McGonagall's pace evenly. The Professor spared them a glance, noting how pale Fredrick Weasley was and how tightly he clutched to the Granger girl's blood soaked hand. 

"Please don't touch her, Mr. Weasley. Her body is covered in third-degree burns, it will only damage her more." McGonagall sniffed, and that was the last thing she said to the crowd following her. Even when she lay the two girls down on the cots, she didn't say a word.

Only when she turned to leave, did McGonagall take one look around the room and look straight at Ronald Weasley's face, voicing a mere two words. "Get Granger."

THREE  MONTHS LATER:

"Hey Elle." A cheerful tone sounded in the empty Infirmary. Everyone had long sense packed up their belongings and begun to board the train. Hogwarts was officially out of school. 

Sighing, Hermione straightened out her hair and gave her broken sister a half-smile, still tearful from Cedric's eulogy service Dumbledore had given earlier as a respectful way to end the term. He would be missed.

"I know you would have wanted to be at the funeral, Elle. But don't worry, I'm sure Cedric would have understood." Hermione's voice strained a little and she brushed a clump of oily hair from her sister's brow. "I-I recorded the eulogy for you." She fumbled through her pouch, pulling out an ancient tape recorder. "I know they say people in comas can still hear you, honestly I believe that's a load of rubbish..."

"Oh? Then why do you come talk to her everyday?" A voice sounded from behind Hermione, causing her to jump and clutch her chest in a slight fear.

Sending the antagonizer a glare, Hermione straightened herself out. "Because." She sniffed. "I like to keep her company - or else she'll only be surrounded by people with bad influence." 

Fred chuckled and threw his head back, shaking out his shaggy hair. Hermione took a moment to assess the fact he was unshaven and the bags under his eyes had tripled in size since the last time she was here. "You haven't been sleeping." She pointed out sharply, averting her eyes from the boy and down on to Elle.

"She's sleeping enough for the both of us." Fred rolled his eyes, joking, but Hermione didn't find it particularly amusing.

Hermione sniffed. "Not funny." Fred remained silent and Hermione just looked down at her sister, the two refused to speak for roughly five minutes until Fred broke the quiet.

"Well?"

"Well what?" 

Fred chuckled and nodded towards the tape recorder. "You going to play the eulogy for Elle or not? She'll probably want to pay her respects. Brain trauma or other wise." Hermione's eyes watered a little and she laughed, wiping the corners of her tear ducts. 

"Yeah, yeah of course." She set the ancient device on the small table next to Elle's bed and hit play. Slowly, the tape begun and Dumbledore's voice filled the practically empty Infirmary:

"Today... we acknowledge a really terrible loss... Cedric Diggory was as you all know, exceptionally hard-working, infinitely fair-minded, and a fierce, fierce friend. Now I believe you all have the right to know exactly how he died."

"You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered! By Lord Voldemort! The Ministry of Magic, does not wish me to tell you this. But not doing so I think would be an insult to his memory. Now the pain we all feel, reminds me... reminds us. That though we may come from different places, and speak in different tongues. Our hearts beat as one."

"The bonds of friendship we made this year, will be more important than ever. You remember that, and Cedric Diggory would not have died in vain. You remember that, and we will celebrate a boy... who was kind, and honest, and fair, and true. Right to the very end."

Hermione's eyes trailed over to Fred and saw he was in a far off place, the look of fear and overwhelming sadness was filling his eyes. She opened her mouth to say something about this, but suddenly changed her mind, deciding it best not to pry. "Professor McGonagall says they have a room open for her at St. Mungo's. Fourth floor and everything."

Fred kept silent, eyes glued to Elle's pale hands. Slowly, his eyes trailed across the room and towards the now empty bunk that once belonged to Elle's rambunctious friend, Lana - she too was suffering brain trauma. "Where did Lana go?"

Hermione's eyes watered a little and she sniffed, keeping her eyes on Elle's face. "You can hardly tell she was burned, Madame Pomfrey did an exceptional job healing the burns on her arms and face, except - there are a few red patches on her neck, but those are insignificant."

Fred's eyes snapped up at Hermione's dodging around what had happened. "Granger - where did they take Lana?"

Hermione's lips trembled as she spared Fred a small look. "H-Her parents, they... they came to get her. They have a doctor in France - an old family doctor back when they lived there. They've moved back..." Hermione drew a deep breath, clamping her eyes shut. "They moved back so ... so they can be with family when Lana passes. Her condition isn't getting any better."

Fred stiffened and gave Elle a pitying glance. "So? Hermione, Elizabeth hasn't shown signs of improvement, but she's stable... Do you really think Lana will pass?"

Hermione shook her head with a watery smile. "God I hope not. She is too strong to let a brain aneurysm kill her. Especially the one a Death Eater caused." Hermione pat Elle's cool arm. "Don't worry Elle - Lana will be just fine, her family is taking great care of her - you know they are." Hermione refreshed the flowers next to her sister's bed and gave her one last smile.

"Later today, you will be transported to the Hospital, I'll visit you a lot - kay? Then, when you wake up in two weeks, you'll take your finals and then we will see Trey, then maybe stay at the Weasley's." She gave Fred a side glance and gathered up her things quickly. "Bye sis." She gave one last half-smile and hugged Elle before walking out, closing the thick door behind her.

Once she was gone, Fred got out of the wooden stool and moved to the base of Elle's bed next to her legs. "Okay Sleeping Beauty. You've had your fun scaring the shit out of me." He chuckled at his words, her face remained pale and eyes closed off the the world. "You can wake up any time now. I mean, I know you love your sleep - but come on. Three months is more then enough time, don't you think?"

He rolled his eyes, holding her hand in his. Giving her a look over, he took in her sunken cheek bones, her scorched neck, the length of her finger nails (they had gotten fairly long, Hermione'd forgotten to trim them twice this month), and her chocolate hair which had long since passed her shoulders and was now down past her chest. He cringed, thinking of how similar she looked to a corpse. 

"Nah, but I know you - you lazy bum." He chuckled once again, rubbing circles into the back of her hand. "Hermione likes to say 'two weeks, Fred' 'another two weeks and she will wake up'. That was two months ago, Elizabeth. No, I know you too well. You are going to wait until you are good and ready before you wake up, aren't you? How long is long enough? I'm going to guess five more months."

Fred smirked and looked towards the clock. There was only thirty minutes left until the train was going to leave the station - they wouldn't wait on him. "Alright Elizabeth Granger. I'll give you five months, in five months you will wake up and I'll buy you an ice cream - no wait, I'll buy you however big of a cup of coffee you want, got that? But only if..."

Fred looked up at the ceiling with a slight smile and counted the days, converting everything to five months from that day. "Only if you wake up at 1 pm on November 15, you have until then to sleep as much as you'd like - but once that day comes, you're going to wake up." Fred challenged the silent Elle, rolling his eyes. He knew it was hopeless. He knew she was deep inside her self. He knew he was only just talking to himself.

But what did he really know?

The sequel will be a combination of the 5th and 6th books - because I'm lazy ;)) 

Much love,

xxJESS

Song List and Sequel Info will be posted on next "chapter" ----> ----> 

PPS: Still don't know if I wan to kill Lana, she would be dead already, but you guys have made her suffering last longer!