That Lighting Bolt Scar

No memories

After a few minutes of waiting a Healer opens the door. They peer in to have a look and Harry stares back, the Healer lets an expression of shock fade onto the expression but immediately goes back to a face of professionalism.

The Healer walks into the room and shuts the door, all the while Harry is trying not to panic. He knows he shouldn't be afraid of doctors but the time his Aunt Petunia took him to their GP, he's had an irrational fear ever since.

The Healer, having noticed his fear, gave Harry a warm smile before they began to speak. "Hello, Hadrian Peverell correct? How are you feeling?"

Harry answered by trying to lift his body again but immediately lying back down, hissing in pain. The Healer made a sound of acknowledgment and cast a spell wordlessly. Harry soon found out the next time he tried to sit up, he wasn't in pain.

The Healer clears their throat before asking once how Harry is feeling. Harry, not in the mood to talk, just shrugs his shoulders. The Healer nods and takes out their wand, before doing some diagnostic spells.

After that is done, they nod and write some stuff down. "Everything seems to be alright with you. If you don't mind, can you tell me everything you recall from before the incident?"

Harry purses his lips together as he tries to force some memory to form in his brain. He comes out empty handed. His eyebrows furrow together as he tries to think on what to say, he finally decided on being truthful and mumbles out, "I can't remember."

The Healers eyebrows raise as they right some more stuff down, they nod once before looking up to speak with Harry again, "I'll be letting your Uncle know you're awake, in the meantime, please try and get some rest."

Harry gives the Healer a minute nod before he lays back down on the hospital bed, closing his eyes, harry takes a few seconds to calm his mind.

So, Death has put him here and hasn't even given him memories of the boy's life. Though, he supposes this makes it easier, just pretend he has amnesia or something and no one will question his strange behaviour.

He re-opens his eyes, he props himself up on the back of the hospital bed, pillow between him and the metallic bed frame, and just stares. At himself. At the wall. At the IV drip attached to him. He soon remembers something the Healer had said, this body has an uncle. Harry just hoped this uncle wasn't an absolute prat.

A few minutes had passed and no one else had come in, Harry was getting more and more paranoid, especially since he hates hospitals and everything to do with them. He didn't even let Madam Pomfrey heal his broken arm in second year, he just decided to toughen it out.

Suddenly, an young looking man bursts through the door, he speedwalks (runs) over to Harry and traps him in an invasive hug. Well, this must be his new Uncle.

After the man is finished suffocating Harry, he reluctantly pulls away from him before deciding to override Harry with multiple questions.

"How are you?" and "Do you remember what happened?" and "How could you do that?" and mantras of how much he loves Harry and how he doesn't know what he'd do without him.

The Healer behind the man then coughs, "Mr Peverell, I understand you're worried about you nephew but there is something I wish to inform you about." The man, Harry's new uncle and hopefully better one, turns with a worried expression on his face.

"Inform me about what?" He gingerly asks, clasping his hands while trying to stop himself from picking at his skin, it's obvious his new uncle is quite a nervous person, since the skin around his fingers look very red and irritated.

The Healer holds up their clipboard before clearing their throat, "We have reason to believe that Hadrian is suffering from head trauma induced amnesia." Uncle's, Harry might aswell get used to calling him this, eyes widened in shock before he whipped around to look at Harry.

"There's no way that true, right Hadrian?" Uncle clenched Harry's shoulders with a pained expression, "You remember me, you absolutely do, you have to..." Harry tried his best to bring forth a memory of this man, but alas, nothing showed up. Harry could see the faintest hints of tears forming in his uncle's eyes, he felt so guilty for stealing this man's nephew. "Please, you know me, I'm your uncle." The man's resolve finally broke before he started wailing while clinging onto Harry.

The Healer sighed with exasperation before magically binding Harry's uncle. "I'm sorry but you panicking is not going to bring Hadrian's memories back." Harry stared at his uncle with sympathy, the man's teeth were clenched and his eyes were full of sorrow before the Healer began to speak again. "Besides his amnesia, Hadrian is well enough to go home with you, his back might suffer from some discomfort and he might have a hard time balancing but other than that hes perfectly fine."

That seemed to calm his uncle down, but not by much, the Healer unbindded him and allowed him to stand up. His uncle looked towards him and gave him a small lopsided smile, Harry returned the smile by giving him an uncertain smirk. His uncle then turned towards the Healer before asking if there was any paperwork he needed to sign, the Healer nodded and then led his uncle to a different room, allowing Harry some more time to think.

That was weird, was the first thing Harry thought. He felt exceptionally bad, his uncle seems like a sweet guy, a little overbearing but still really sweet. Harry decided to lay back down to just rest his eyes before his uncle came back.

Long story short, his uncle and the Healer came back and spoke to Harry about somethings before his uncle took him home. He didn't even allow Harry anytime to look around before he sent him straight to bed to rest.

Harry laid in his new bed, in his new bedroom, in his new house. Well, Manor, it's obvious his uncle is quite rich, the bedroom Harry was in was about the size of the Dursleys house. The bed he was lying in was king sized, the mattress felt amazing on his back, the covers holding him in a warm embrace with their rich blue colour.

The whole room was blue themed, with black accents, the curtians, blue with black lace and the  walls, a deep black and the chairs around the fireplace were blue with black pillows lounging on them.

Harry smiled contently, he was slipping between sleep and consciousness, just before he fell into sleep unescapable grasp, he pondered on what caused Hadrian to kill himself. It was a short lived thought because Harry then fell right asleep after that question popped into his mind.