A/N: Okay, so this is definitely different than anything I've ever written before, so I'm not entirely sure it's any good...please be nice. This will more than likely turn out to be slash, so if you don't like that then I suggest you find another fic. And I don't own Harry Potter. Unfortunately. For anyone who's read this before, I have fixed the problem that caused it to be removed, and hope you will enjoy the next few chapters.

Prologue

I feel like I'm sleeping. No, that's not quite right. I can't wake up, can't do anything, but I'm completely aware of everything. I just can't control it. Maybe I'm dreaming, but if I am, then this is the most fucked up dream I've ever had – and there's not a damn thing I can do about it because I can't wake up. I can't wake up, and it's worst feeling in the world.

Do you know what it's like to know exactly where you are, exactly who's in the room with you and what they're saying, but not be able to respond because you can't even open your fucking eyes or mouth, much less talk? I doubt it, and I envy you that. Because that's precisely what I'm going through.

I can tell by the disinfected scent of the recycled air that I'm in a hospital. The stiff, equally disinfected cotton sheets tell me I'm in a bed – which makes sense, as they don't normally put people who can't seem to wake up in chairs for days, possibly weeks on end. I can also tell that I'm in a wizard hospital because there's no low hum of electricity. Of course, the putrid potions I get shoved down my throat each day are also a big clue. I can tell by the low rumble of a deep voice that someone's talking, probably just behind the door to my room because their voice is muffled slightly. The voice is definitely male, probably one of the healers because I don't recognize it. I'm not sure what he's saying – I could figure it out, if only I could wake up. Why can't I wake up? I'm scared.

I need to wake up. I keep trying, keep fighting to open my eyes, to move my hand, wiggle my toes whenever someone's near, but – I can't. I can't do a fucking thing, and it's terrifying because I need to do something. I need to know why I'm like this, but no one who comes to see me ever mentions it. My friends come to visit all the time, every few days at least, and I can hear the concern in their voices. They're just as terrified as I am. I heard Lily talking to one of the healers yesterday, and wish I hadn't because they said if I stay like this much longer, there's a good chance I'll never wake up. They're giving up on me, I can feel it. Even Sirius is – and Sirius promised never to give up on me. But they think I'm dying, so who can blame them? My time will be up in a few more days. They have more important casualties coming in each day, or so they said. If I don't wake up soon, I never will. Why can't I wake up? Why can't I do something? I don't understand. I'm scared.

A/N: I know this is short even by my standards, but I felt that writing any more would only take away from the quality of it…assuming there is any quality. This is only the beginning, so I hope ya'll liked it.