The library at Hogwarts yielded little information that might ease Draco’s mind; there was no way to reach her, no way to find out if she had woken safely. She had been in an accident, she had said, and he always felt anxiety gnaw at him at the thought of that. When would she awaken? During the accident? After? Would she even survive after she was sent back to her body there? How much time had passed? Did it pass the same way there as it did here? She had gone home and perhaps she had no memory of this place. No memory of him. Referencing the book he had found previously offered little explanation to what she would experience once awoken. 