The aged healer sitting beside Hermione's bed sighed and put down her quill. She glanced at Harry and gave a subtle shake of her head. Hermione simply stared at the blank wall in front of her. "Carry on," muttered Harry. He knew it was useless. They’d been doing this for weeks but no-one could get through to her. Hermione answered all the healers" questions in the same robotic voice. The only time she showed anything resembling emotion was when Draco Malfoy was mentioned. 