Harry James Dursley

Harry James Durlsey

"The wand's more trouble than it's worth," said Harry. "And quite honestly," he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering if Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, "I've had enough trouble for a lifetime."

All was well.

***

Or was it?

Harry wondered this as his eyes opened slowly, revealing the strange room he was in. All four walls were bright white, and the floor was at one time white, now gray like polluted snow, with mysterious stains from various bloods and medicines. There were machines all around the room. But the strangest thing in the strange room, was his bed. It did not have a soft, velvety rose color, like his bed at Hogwarts, or even a thin cotton sheet that his small bed at the Dursleys' had. It had no blanket, only one hard pillow, with leather straps chaining Harry down. Harry was so lost in thought, that he did not realize that there was a person watching him.

"You're awake," she said. The woman had shoulder length vibrant red hair and shining green eyes, and looked as if she was around thirty years old. She looked like Lily Evans, Harry Potter's mother, "I'm Nurse Evans, if you can't remember. I... I better go alert Doctor Snape that you're awake. You were scheduled to get pulled for good tomorrow," Nurse Evans said. She had a strange type of sadness in her voice when she said this, as if she would really miss Harry. Not just Patient 934, but Harry James Dursley.

"I've been alerted, Lily." said a new man who had just entered, harshly. His hair was black like a raven's and greasy. His nose stuck out like a raven's, as well.

Harry opened his mouth to ask where he was, and what he was doing here, but no sound came out. He couldn't remember how to talk. He could only say one word, very quietly and raspy, "Hogwarts,"

Suddenly, a dozen nurses and doctors came in. Harry was afraid that he couldn't see without his spectacles on, but he realized that he could see perfectly. The name tags read McGonagall, Kingsley, Slughorn, Tonks and Flitwick.

And then Harry passed out.

***

When Harry replayed this sequence of events in his head when he woke up, he wanted to slap himself. But, he couldn't of course, because his arms were strapped down.

Nurse Evans sat on a chair about a foot away from Harry, looking grim. But when she saw he was awake, her eyes lit up. "Harry!" she gleefully cried. "Oh thank goodness, they were going to cut you off, once and for all! Oh Harry, oh you must be so concerned! You were in a coma for seven years, a-a-and- oh you must be so worried!" Evans held up a small, purple liquid and instructed Harry to drink it.

He did, and his mind flashed back to drinking the Polyjuice Potion in second year. It was not until Harry was half done drinking the small container, when he truly processed what she had said. His voice came back to him in a matter of milliseconds and he screamed, "A COMA!? SEVEN YEARS, HOW OLD AM I?"

"You're 17 years old. You fell into this coma when you were ten, a much too hard hit from your father- Vernon."

"Who's my father?! I-I need some questioned answered now!" the boy said, starting to rage.

Instead of answering him, Nurse Evans looked at Harry calmly. "Harry- you need to calm down. You are highly vulnerable right now already, just calm down!"

Harry softened up, his mind still racing. But he took all of his will and forced it into not passing out. "Nurse Evans," he said, "I need some questions answered-"