The Prince of Darkness

Prologue

Brilliant! So... so... painfully brilliant! Who the hell decided it was a good idea to steal the sun and hide it in your closet? That sucks! He moaned silently, biting his lips hard to stop the unfortunate moan that came out of his lips. He is still too sore to put up with Uncle Válter's beating anymore. He will probably die this time. While he was thinking about all this, a guttural jargon coming right next to the bed made him turn his attention to the present. Wait a minute, your bed in the closet certainly didn't look so soft. And was it a blanket on top of it? And who's talking? Dear Lord, where is he? Can't they be so merciful for actually having hospitalized him in a hospital this time? Was he finally discovered by someone? Did the police come and take him? His internal monologue and list of questions were again interrupted when a hoarse voice with hard consonant sounds anchoring syllables said, "Sr. Harry? Can you hear me?" What? What's that? The voice doesn't sound like that of a ... human. Is he dreaming? Instead of asking, he moaned in response. A hoarse laugh came before the voice began to speak in some language he didn't understand. He wanted to fight and wake up, he really wanted to, especially when he felt his mouth being opened and a cold liquid being spilled into his mouth with force. It may be that he should not drink whatever his non-human capturers are feeding him. He might have to spit. But at this point, he felt so thirsty that he didn't even protest, instead he drank the honey like a liquid eagerly and deeply. As soon as the liquid passed through his throat, he felt his head be carefully lowered and a feeling of heat spreading throughout his body. After that, everything went blank. 

The next time he woke up, his body was dormant, bordering on pain on the edges, which only means that his injuries are healing. He felt well rested. When the thought crossed his mind, he frowned mentally. What time is it? He can't have enough time to give his thin body enough rest to heal himself. Aunt Petunia made sure of that. Or did everyone leave over the weekend and lock him in the closet? Feeling hopeful, he blinked slowly, opening his eyes. The brightness was bearable, allowing him to adjust his eyes. He ran his eyes around, frowning when he noticed a white ceiling that was very far from his reach. He blinked once, twice, so the unusual blur was reduced to the usual blur, but the white ceiling did not turn gray, nor did the distance decrease. Wait, isn't he in the closet? He blinked again, his hand groping in search of the glasses near the pillow to see better. Just to find out that there are no glasses. Damn, where is it? Did he put you somewhere else? But that's not possible. He never put it anywhere other than next to his pillow. He doesn't even have another place. That's when he realized the softness of the mattress. Wait, isn't he hallucinating then? Is he really not in your closet? Where is he? Is it really some kind of hospital this time? Nothing else can describe the white room he was in. Besides, it's not like he has another place to go. Ah! Hospital then. "Oh, finally awake, I see." He blinked, looking up to find out who entered the room. They were two small humanoid creatures similar to gremlins with flat faces, wide noses, pointed ears, wide mouths and small sharp fangs. One was standing near the door and the other - one with an important appearance - approached him. Oh dear Lord, is this some kind of alien? Did a UFO come and kidnap him from Private Drive? Or did the Dursleys betray him? But if he was kidnapped or sold, why did they give him a better place than the Dursleys have ever offered? "Who are you?" He panicked, his eyes wide with fear, the voice choking and babbling being used for the first time in a long time. The alien smiled, "Don't worry, little Harry. I'm the Goblin Healer Sharptooth Healer. You are under my care for now." Wait - did he just say Goblin? But, Goblins are obviously some kind of mythological animals, they are not real. There is nothing like Magic, Goblins, Vampires or Werewolf in real life, right? So what... how... But the most important thing... "Who is Harry?"