Draco lay still and silent, his heart beating strong when Harry fell for it, his breathing normal, he just wasn't waking up. "YOU! call the Aurors!" Harry demanded of a spectator who raced off to do as he ordered, Harry gently lifting Draco into his lap, listening for the heartbeat and breath to make sure he was alright. soon aurors where swarming the place, they took the reporter away, and transported Draco to the hospital where Harry and Roe here informed that he was in a coma created from over stimulation from the massive Crucio that had been used on him. there was a risk that draco would not only never wake up, but that if he did he would be mad like Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom. he looked so week and pale laying on the hospital bed, hooked up to so many different magical machines keeping track of brain patterns and constantly feeding him the nutrients he needed to live. the reporter, as it turned out, was being held under impirio like all the rest, and came often to talk to Draco, apologizing over and over, Harry always in with the man in case he was overtaken again. "i hate to say this roe... but i can't tell if this person who's putting impirio on people is after you, or Draco." Harry admitted after a week of watching Draco lay there on the table. "it's impossible to tell." Harry admitted watching her with Draco, biting his lip a little. "whoever it is... has knowledge about you and Dray... when he wakes up, i'm taking you to a home i have." he admitted. "it's in the middle of nowhere, heavily guarded... no one will be able to get to you there." but he didn't say where they where going. if someone had a way of listening in on them, or following them, Harry didn't want them to know where they where headed.