Accidental Injury Gone Right

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I simply borrow the characters.

It all started with a car accident. Well, sort of. It all started when his aunt and uncle decided that Harry, despite being of age and perfectly capable of shutting himself in his room for three days all by himself, needed a babysitter while they took their precious son and his friends to a theme park.

Normally, Harry would have fought them all on him having to go along. At least a babysitter would have just checked in on him every day or so and left him to his own devices. No one thought it was prudent to watch another adult. But, tired of the screaming downstairs (Petunia just wanted Vernon to stop complaining about it. She was more trusting than he was) the day before they were set to leave Harry came out of his room and bellowed "Just leave me here or bloody take me along then! Stop bickering and make up your minds so we can get some sleep up here!"

He passed by Dudley standing in his doorway, the lack of sleep evident in the bags under his eyes. They had come to an understanding recently. Harry was an adult and was only here for a month to pack up his things and to wait for Dumbledore's approval on him staying the summer at Hogwarts. They were on speaking terms; a passing hello or good day was typical. Nothing too much. Harry wanted the fighting to stop, and in exchange he was giving Dudley pointers on how to fit in at his new school.

When they left the next morning, Harry ended up sitting in the middle of the very back row of the car. Dudley and his friends all wanted to sit together, and considering the very back was too small for the three of them, Harry had offered to sit in the very back. It was far enough away from his aunt and uncle that he wouldn't have to hear them complaining about anything they could think of.

He had been sitting in the middle, the most comfortable seat in this asinine vehicle. It was larger than the two sides and allowed Harry to stretch out both of his arms when he needed to.

As a result of his seating choice he had been in the only safe-zone when the drunk driver hit them head-on.

He had seen the car in the wrong lane. He thought Vernon had, also. He was sadly mistaken. Vernon hadn't seen the car. He was too busy complaining to Petunia about the cost of gas prices. He hadn't moved out of the way. As a result, they collided with a force of one hundred and fifty miles per hour.

He was the only one to survive.

Again.