What a difference

Coming to

   "Did you see his arms and face?" "He's far to skinny" "How did I miss it all these years?" "He needs a healer"....

   Harry woke to hushed voices on the softest thing he had every laid on. He laid still trying to listen in, one of the voices was familiar. They both seemed upset. At first he thought maybe he was dreaming. Maybe Vernon had beaten him so bad that he was in some crazy dream. As his eye lids fluttered he noticed he was on a bed, with the softest blanket he had ever felt. He noticed a soft light and warmth but everything else was a blur. He began to panic where were his glasses, who were these voices and where was he?

   As he began to breath harder panic really setting in, his shifting alerted the 2 other people in the room. He heard steps and saw blobs coming towards him. Soon one of them reached his side and handed him his glasses. When he slid them on he looked up and his breath caught. The man was tall with red eyes, brown hair and a gorgeous smile. He looked next to the figure next to the tall man to see a slightly more slender figure as his eyes adjusted he realized it was his potions professor, only he looked different healthier, less greasy.

   Harry thought he was really in trouble now! He began to scoot back to try to get away but his battered body wasn't complying the way he wanted, he made it half way across the bed before the first man spoke up.

    "Hadrian, I mean Harry please we arent going to hurt you" Harry didn't belive him for one second because as he looked at the man he realized he looked like the Tom Riddle he had met in the diary....Voldemort! Harry scrambled for his wand but couldn't find it. He looked up again to see Voldemort holding it out to him. He snatched it and finally made it across the bed and to the floor. Blood pumping in his ears he used to bed to support himself as he pointed his wand at them.

   "Where am I? What do you want? Why haven't you killed me yet? Going to torture me?" He breath out the rapid fire questions with as much confidence as possible trying not to give away his injured body.

   Both Voldemort and Snape held their hands up showing they were unarmed. Snape spoke first " Harry we mean you no harm, you are in Riddle Manor and are free to go at anytime but we ask that you hear us out first "Tom looked down at the bed and back at Harry. "First off I would like to apologize for your sudden appearance here. We have been working for weeks to find you."

   Harry shook his head "Appologize! You killed my parents, you took everything from me and tried to kill me!" Breathing hard and feeling like he might pass out he slumped on the bed post. "Mean me no harm all you have done is harm me, and you Snape you have made my life hell for years, all for looking like a long dead bully, a man I never truly knew!" The world began to spin Harry couldn't get enough air his grip on his wand was loosening he had to fight he had to get free and then suddenly everything was moving and he hit something hard. His eyes fluttered as he saw the 2 run to him. He thought he felt a hand feel his forehead brushing hair from his eyes. He heard something about a fever and infection and the the world was dark again.