"Does everyone understands the plan?" Harry Potter checked with his team of Auror's, moments before they were due to begin a raid.

"Yes, Potter. We all understand. We've been planning this for months." Draco Malfoy drawled, looking extremely bored with proceedings.

Harry glared at the blond and continued running over the plan one final time, Draco rolling his eyes at Harry. When Harry had finished running over plans, the team of Aurors started taking their positions around the building.

Harry and Draco took their positions, Harry at the front of the house and Draco at the back. As the two most senior Aurors in the team, Harry and Draco always operated at opposite ends of whatever building they were raiding.

When everyone was in position, Harry produced his stag patronus and sent it in a circle around the building, it was the signal to start the raid.

The first ten minutes of the raid went exactly to plan. The house's only occupant, a Death Eater on the run from justice, was cornered straight away, and the search for dark materials was under way.

Draco was alone in the kitchen, searching a cupboard when suddenly he was hit unexpectedly by a spell. The impact caused him to be thrown violently across the room and made him crash into the far wall. As he was lying unconscious on the floor, his head bleeding from the impact with the wall, he was hit by another spell from the mystery assailant.

Hearing the noise of Draco hitting the wall, Harry and the other Auror's rushed into the kitchen finding the blond lying unconscious and bleeding on the floor. Preoccupied by the injured Auror on the floor, nobody noticed the shadowy figure pass by the window and disappear into the dark.

"Search the area." Harry ordered, rushing to Draco's side.

As half the Auror's searched the area, Harry instructed two others to take the Death Eater they had apprehended earlier back to the Ministry, while the rest of the team got a severely injured Draco to St. Mungo's.

Harry waited till the Auror's searching the area returned empty handed before heading after Draco to St. Mungo's.

Once at the hospital, Harry was informed Draco had suffered a massive blow to the head and was in a coma.

"I'll inform his wife and parents." Harry told Draco's healer, Healer Dawson.

"Thank you, Mr Potter." Healer Dawson said. "You know which room he's in, I'll be back in an hour to speak with Mr Malfoy's family."

Harry made his way to the reception area of the hospital and flooed to Malfoy Manor.

"Mister Potter, what can Dippy do for you." Harry was greeted by one of the Malfoy's house elves.

"I'd like to see Mr and Mrs Malfoy please, Dippy." Harry told the elf.

"Wait here, Dippy will be right back, sir."

With a sharp crack the elf apparated out of the room and Harry stood awkwardly waiting for Lucius and Narcissa to appear. Since joining The Order back in the summer between Harry's fifth and sixth year, after the debacle at the ministry, The Malfoy's had become a regular part of Harry's life but he was still nervous in their enormous home and still slightly uncomfortable around Lucius.

"Mr Potter, what can we do for you tonight?" Lucius asked as he entered the room, Narcissa holding onto his arm.

"There was an accident tonight, Draco's in hospital." Harry said getting straight to the point, he knew Lucius preferred people to be direct with him.

"Oh Merlin, is he hurt badly." Narcissa gasped, hanging onto her husband tightly.

"He's had a serious blow to the head and is in a coma." Harry said, not knowing how to make the news sound any less horrific than it was.

"We need to get to him." Lucius said, heading for the fireplace. "Does Hermione know?"

Harry shook his head. "Not yet, I'm going there now."

"Do you want one of us to go with you?" Narcissa asked even though she was anxious to see her son.

"No, you go to Draco. He's in a private room, number 16. On the magical accidents floor." Harry told Draco's worried parents.

Lucius and Narcissa flooed to the hospital while Harry prepared himself to go and face Draco's wife and tell her the news. Summoning the courage he stepped into the floo and headed to his destination.

Landing in Draco's front room he looked around for any sign of life, not seeing any he moved through the house searching the entire bottom floor. Not finding who he was looking for Harry thought it best to shout up the stairs and see if he got a response.

"Hermione!"

"Harry, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked, appearing at the top of the stairs.

Seeing the serious look on her best friend's face, Hermione quickly made her way down the stairs until she was standing next to Harry.

"You're supposed to be out on a raid with Draco, what's happened?" She asked, starting to panic about her husband.

"He's in the hospital, he's had a blow to the head." Harry explained, hating the devastated look that appeared on Hermione's face.

"Is he okay?" Hermione whispered.

"He's in a coma." Harry replied, pulling Hermione to him for a hug.

"Oh, god. Do Narcissa and Lucius know?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, I told them and sent them to the hospital, then I came to get you." Harry explained, herding his friend towards the fire. "Come on."

Arriving at St. Mungo's, Harry whisked Hermione straight into Draco's room where Lucius and Narcissa were already sitting by his bed.

Hermione walked straight to Draco's bedside in a daze, she couldn't quite believe her husband of only six months was lying in the hospital, critically ill. Hermione brushed her hand through his silky hair, taking in how pale he looked lying unmoving in the sterile hospital bed.

"Healer Dawson, should be here any minute." Harry told The Malfoy family. "I guess I should be leaving."

"No." Hermione said, turning briefly to look at Harry before refocusing on her husband.

"You should stay, Draco's your friend and colleague." Narcissa told Harry kindly.

"I'll stay." Harry said. "Thank you, Mrs Malfoy."

Harry had just taken a seat next to Lucius when Healer Dawson entered the room.

"You must be Mr Malfoy's family." Healer Dawson said taking in the elegant blond couple sitting holding hands and the pretty brunette perched on the side of the hospital bed.

"Yes, I'm Draco's father Lucius, this is his mother, Narcissa." Lucius introduced his family to the healer. "And this is my daughter-in-law, Hermione."

"Now you are all here I can explain." Healer Dawson said, standing at the foot of Draco's bed. "Draco has received a nasty blow to the head, rendering him unconscious. Unfortunately we won't be able to tell the extent of the injury until he wakes up."

"When will that be?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"I don't know Mrs Malfoy, currently your husband is in a coma. His body is trying to heal itself and he probably won't wake up until it's ready to cope with any injuries he may have sustained."

"So all we can do is wait." Lucius said, unimpressed with the healer's abilities.

"I'm afraid so Mr Malfoy." Healer Dawson said leaving the family and Harry alone.

"What happened, Harry?" Hermione asked, looking at her unmoving husband. "Draco said it was a routine raid, nothing to worry about."

"It should have been." Harry sighed, he was just as upset Draco was in hospital, they had become good friends over the past six years. "Everything was going smoothly, then we heard a bang from the kitchen. When we entered the room Draco was lying against the wall, bleeding."

"Someone did this to him." Narcissa asked, shocked.

"Yes, I think so. I'll start an investigation when I return to the office." Harry said.

"Whoever did this to my son will pay." Lucius threatened.

"Don't worry, whoever did this will spend years in Azkaban." Harry promised the older man.

"Good."

"I best be off, I've got to get the ball rolling over the investigation." Harry said standing from his chair. "I'll be back tomorrow, Hermione."

"Okay," Hermione said hugging her friend. "Thank you, Harry."

After saying goodbye to Lucius and Narcissa, Harry left The Malfoy's alone and headed back to his office.

One month later.

Harry hurried to finish his paperwork so he could head to the hospital, Draco still hadn't woken up from his coma and Harry was beginning to wonder if he ever would. After a month of investigating the incident, Harry was still no closer to finding out who attacked Draco. They had left no evidence behind at the scene and Harry and his team could find no evidence of anyone apparating in the area on the night in question. Even though he was finding it difficult to find answers, Harry was determined to keep going and discover the truth about that night a month ago.

Finally finished Harry headed to St. Mungo's before he went home. Harry headed straight to Draco's room, but was surprised to find Hermione sitting outside with her head in her arms. Immediately worried, Harry rushed over to Hermione.

"Hermione what's wrong? He's okay isn't he?"

"He's not dead, Harry." Hermione said tears rolling down her face. She understood what Harry was trying to ask.

"Then why are you sitting out here crying?" Harry asked gently.

"He's awake." Hermione whispered barely loud enough for Harry to hear.

"That's a good thing, isn't it?" Harry asked confused by his friends behaviour, for the past month Hermione had barely left Draco's side in the hopes he would wake up.

"Yes, but he's lost some of his memory." Hermione sniffed, lifting her head so Harry could see her puffy face caused by crying. "He doesn't remember loving me. The last thing he remembers is the end of fifth year and Lucius being arrested."

Harry sat stunned, when The Malfoy's had first joined the Order, Draco was angry about his father's arrest and aimed most of that anger at Harry, Ron and Hermione. It had taken nearly a year before Draco and Hermione could be in the same room without a major fight breaking out between them.

"I'm sure you can get him to remember." Harry said, trying to cheer Hermione up.

"Harry, do you not remember what things were like between us then." Hermione replied sadly, the tears starting to flow again. "He hated me. I think I've lost him."

Harry sat with Hermione wrapped in his arms as he consoled her while she broke down in tears at the thought of her husband hating her.

"Things will work out, Hermione. You'll see." Harry murmured to his friend, hoping he was right.