Nonexistent ~ Harry Potter

Chapter I

Chapter I

It seemed as if the world was zooming in and out, as if life its self was going backwards. 

Old memories flashed through Harry's mind, one after the other. 

The birth of his first child, his wedding, defeating Voldemort, watching Voldemort return in his fourth year, saving Ginny in the chamber, rescuing the Sorcerers Stone, everything. 

It seemed as if the memories could last a lifetime. 

But when they did stop, it was abrupt.  

Harry's eyes snapped open to see nothing but whiteness. 

Where am I? He asked himself. 

It took a while but his eyes finally adjusted. 

He was surrounded by white walls, flooring, and beds, some filled with people, some looked as if they haven't been touched in years. 

A young, brunette woman, dressed all in white, was walking around in the room. 

Clearing his throat, Harry spoke, "Where exactly am I?" His voice was a bit raspy from not speaking for a while. 

She jumped a bit. "Oh you're awake," she said casually. A few moments passed before it really sunk into her head. "Oh! You're awake! I must go get the healer!" she exclaimed before rushing off to get the healer. 

'Why do I need a healer? Am I hurt? What's wrong with me?' was all that was going through Harry's head. 

While the woman was gone in search of the healer, Harry wanted to take in the place, from the warmth of his cot. 

The room had an odd smell to it, as most infirmaries tend to. 

There were seven beds, including his own; four of which were occupied. 

Minutes later an older woman walked up to Harry. 

She spoke in a soft voice, "Do you know why you are here?" she asked him slowly. 

Harry shook his head. "No, am I injured?"

"You were, and then you've been in a irreversable comma for the past seven years. As a matter of fact, most of us really had no hope in you ever waking up," she explained to the confused young boy. 

"What is the date?" he asked. 

"June thirteenth, ninteen ninty two," she responded quickly. 

Harry just nodded, trying to somehow process what he had just been told. 

"I must return to my duties now. Your parents should arrive shortly." And with that, the healer left. 

Parents? 

If Harry still had parents, what could this mean? 

What did he imagine during his seven year coma? 

He looked down to himself. 

He had to be only eleven or twelve. 

 How could a lifetime pass in only seven years? Was it all really just a part of him imagination? 

While trying to figure it all out, Harry had not even noticed two middle aged adults walk into the room and come to a stop just by his cot. 

One, a woman, had long curly red hair and bright green, almond shaped eyes like his own. The second, a man, was on the shorter side, he had messy black hair and round glasses, this man resembled Harry very much. 

He recognised them as Lily and James Potter. His parents. 

Lily engulfed Harry in a tight hug. 

"Agh!" Harry exclaimed, not being able to breath. 

"Oh Harry!" she sobbed. "We thought that you'd never wake up!"

"Lily, you're suffocating the boy," James chuckled. 

Lily backed away from Harry a bit. 

"He probably doesn't even remember who we are, it's been so long," James told his overly excited wife, causing her face to drop.

"Harry?" she spoke slowly.

Harry looked up to her. 

"Do you remember who we are?"

Harry nodded, causing the red haired woman to grin. 

"You're my parents," Harry told her. 

"See James! He knows us. Heck, he probably knows so much more then we think! I bet he's a genius! I mean, with me as his mother and everything!" 

James raised his eye brows at her as she blabbed on. 

Harry didn't care what she was saying, even if she was talking as if he weren't even here or he couldn't hear her. Harry was just happy that his parents weren't dead. 

He didn't realize that his mother had started talking to him once again, "-and the healers told me that we can bring you home tomorrow! Oh how you're going to love it there! You'll be able to attend Sirius' wedding! His little girl is just the cutest thing! Not to mention going to Hogwarts! It's wonderful there! You are a year behind, but there's no reason why we can't catch you up. We'll have to talk to Dumbledore-"

James intruppted her. "Lily, the boy just woke from a seven year coma, we have plenty of time to talk to him about all of this when he gets home."

Home. Harry liked the sound of that. 

A/n Hiiii! So it was a bit short, and I guess that I forgot to upload this cause I've had it written for a while now... eh whatever. So yeah, here's the next chapter. 

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