Ok if you are reading this then you deserve what happens.

As always I don't own Harry Potter

A young man made his way through the halls of St. Mungo's hospital. He found the office he was searching for and knocked on the door.

"Come in," a voice called out.

The young man opened the door and sat down in the chair.

"Any change, Healer Edmunds?" he asked.

The elderly healer shook his head. "I'm afraid not. It seems the spell used can only be undone by the person who cast it. Even if that person is dead, nothing can undo it. I am so sorry, Mr Potter. But it seems like Ms Granger will never come back to us."

Harry let his face drop to his hands. It had been almost a year since the final battle. Every day since the battle, he had been coming to the hospital hoping and praying for a miracle for his best friend.

"I wish Molly hadn't killed Bellatrix now," he said.

"If it's any consolation, I have been able to look into Ms Granger's mind. She does not appear to be in any pain. Her mind has created an alternative reality. She believes that she was sent back to 1971 and has lived her life growing up with your parents. She thinks she has defeated You-know-who and has gotten married. She is happy there. I know you wish that she could know the truth, but I am afraid that is not possible."

Harry nodded. "Can I see her today?"

Healer Edmunds nodded. "Don't expect too much, though. She will probably not even notice you are there."

The man got up and led Harry down the hall and to a room in the permanent spell damage ward.

Laying on the bed was one of Harry's oldest friends. Her thick bushy brown hair was knotted and her gaze never wavered.

Hermione was a shell of the person she once was.

At the Battle of Hogwarts, Bellatrix had hit Hermione with a dark curse just before Molly was able to kill her. They all thought she was fine. However, three weeks after the Battle, she started having delusions of people who were alive being dead. She even tried to kill herself. Harry found her and brought her to the hospital. It was there that Hermione had escaped to her mind mind and had not spoken a word since.

Harry walked over to the bedside and sat down in the chair. He held Hermione's hand.

"Hey, Mione. I miss you so much. I wish I could do something for you, but I guess even the Chosen One can't fix this. I proposed to Ginny. I found my Mum's old ring. We are getting married next year. I know she really misses you too. So does everyone. I never thought that you wouldn't be around. You were always the smart one. The one who thought everything through and solved our problems. I bet if you were here, you could figure this out."

Tears started falling from Harry's face. "Mione, I'm so sorry I let you get hurt. If you never went with me on that hunt, you wouldn't have been in danger. I promise you, Mione, I'm not going to stop until I bring you back. Kings has the Unspeakables in the ministry working on trying to find a cure. I can only hope they can do it. I need you back. I need my best friend. Ginny needs her sister and Ron, Ron is so lost without you. Please don't give up. I will bring you back. I swear it."

Harry squeezed her hand and then placed it back on the bed. Hermione had not moved with the exception of blinking the entire time he was there.

Harry stood up and placed a kiss on Hermione's head.

"I love you, Mione," he whispered.

And with that, Harry turned and walked out the room silently. He had promised Ginny he would take her to lunch and tell her everything about Hermione. He did not turn back.

Hermione laid in her bed and watched as the young man left. After the door was closed, Hermione blinked. "Goodbye, Prongs," she said in a small voice.

No one was around to hear her. Hermione closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

And thats a wrap!

I hope you have had as much fun reading this story as I have had writing it.

Until the next time we meet. Much love from the Bookworm