Hey guys!

This is just an experimental fic, so feedback is appreciated to whether or not I should continue this story.

Without further ado, here's the pilot chapter!

What happens while one is in a coma is truly one of the world's greatest mysteries. Well, unless someone actually lived through a coma to tell the tale. A few days ago, a police officer by the name of Rick Grimes was admitted to the hospital for a gunshot wound and is currently in a coma. Contrary to popular belief, Rick could actually see and hear everything that was going on around him, but no one could hear him. In all honesty being in a coma, unable to move or interact with his family and friends who came to visit him was slowly driving Rick insane.

One day, while staring at the same white, blank, wall that he has been for the past week, something exciting finally happened. A nurse walked in, with a teenage girl following behind her. She had green eyes, was about five foot three, and had a short, black pixie cut. "Harry, this is Rick Grimes. He's in a coma because of a gunshot wound." The nurse informed.

"So this is the room I'll be staying in?" Harry asked.

"Yes, since this is the only free spot in the recovery ward." She answered. Harry then made eye contact with Rick.

'You can hear me, right?' She asked, only her voice was inside Rick's head. He tried to respond.

'Yes, h-how are you doing this?' He asked, extremely confused, grateful, and surprised at the same time. The nurse had already left by now, so Harry sat on the chair beside his bed.

'Simple, I'm a witch. Wand waving, spell casting, and all that stuff.' She answered. 'I'm in here because my caretakers got a little too violent while drunk, and I ended up with some serious injuries.'

Now that made a surge of anger burst through Rick. It still sickens him when he hears about child abuse, especially when he had to deal with it in the field. 'Harry, have you reported them?' Rick asked, putting the whole magic unearthing behind him in favor of the bigger issue.

'Don't worry, I reported them as soon as I apparated to the hospital.' She replied.

'Apparated?' Rick asked.

'Sorry, forgot you don't know much about magic. Apparation is wizarding teleportation.' She answered. 'And before you ask why my caretakers didn't drive me, it's because they locked me in my room after beating me. I didn't really have any other choice than apparating to a side alley.'

There were a few awkward moments of silence within Ricks mind while he tried to think of something to say. 'So, how old are you, Harry?' Rick asked, immediately wincing when he realized how creepy that sounded. Harry giggled as if reading his thoughts.

'Yeah, that was a bit of a weird question.' She teased. 'I'm fourteen, though people always tell me I look a little younger than I should.' Now it was Rick's turn to laugh.

'Can you tell me a little more about magic?' Rick asked, finally letting the fact that magic was real sit in.

'You're not weirded out by it?' Harry asked, genuinely surprised.

'Magic is the reason I'm talking to someone who can actually hear me, right?' Rick reasoned. 'So I don't think anyone in my situation would turn down a way to converse.'

Harry laughed and began telling Rick all about magic. She told him about everything from Hogwarts, to the recent deadly tournament she participated in. Rick teased her a bit when she started lovingly talking about her boyfriend, whose name was Draco, which Rick though a quite the odd name. Then again, Harry was a strange name for a girl anyways. That led said person to tell Rick her name was actually Harriette, but she preferred Harry. She said it was sort of a rebellious act against her bitchy aunt.

Harry eventually began to tire, and Rick told her to go to sleep since she was still recovering. As he watched the first person he's talked to in weeks fall asleep, he couldn't help but think about adopting this poor girl. That is, whenever he managed to wake up.