Disclaimer: ok i suppose i have to do one of these, i dont own harry potter! nor am i making money out of this! ok!!!

All that Harry Potter knew of his fourth birthday was the blissfulness of solitude. All that escaped his mind was the relaxation of not having to think. However if he were able to think, he would think that he was in one hell of a situation. However there are some circumstances that arise that make you oblivious to the world, and one of them is being unconscious. That's what happens when you nicked one of Dudley's sweets and especially his favorite, Mars bars.

Normally Harry would be quick and be able to get out the way of his overly large cousin. However Uncle Vernon just happened to be at the top of the stairs ready and waiting to punish "The little runt".

It had been Harry's misfortune to run into Uncle Vernon's fist. But the worst part before he slipped into the world of the dreams, it was the excruciating pain that was his arm breaking on the 2nd from last stair which he conveniently fell down.

He stirred in his slumber as he felt the motion of a moving vehicle, the mummer of voices echoed around his head, creating an ill effect on his brain. Turning to one side he relieved all what he had eaten for the last 2 days all over, well whatever it was.

Slowly blinking his eyes open surveying the occupants of the Dursley's car, all three of them, looking at him in disgust.

Wondering why they allowed him to sit in the front seat of the car. What had he done wrong this time, or was it just another incident where they had taken there punishment to far and he was in need of treatment.

Taking a glancing look over his thin and fragile frame he noticed that one of his arms huge at a peculiar angle. "Great" he thought "Another broken arm curiosity of the Dursley's should he thank them individually or in a group, or perhaps he should send them all 'Thank you' cards. Or maybe that was a bit too much of a thank you, and he should send them 'I hate you' cards with little hearts with knives though them.

The sudden halting of the car cause harry to go flying forward, the seatbelt just about catching up with him jolting him to a violent but thankful stop.

Rushing out of the car nursing his delicate broken arm they wandered into the Accident and Emergency ward. Being here several times before Harry settled himself in one of the chairs for the long wait. However it seemed the nurse wanted to check on him straight away.

It seemed that he suffered more than just a broken arm, he had a concussion and at his age it was something that was taken very seriously indeed. It seemed that if he had hit his head harder he could off suffered from brain damage.

A scary thought for Harry, as he was a very bright young lad, with a lot of potential. However he would never be praised for his intellect, always shunned to one side like the used coke can on the floor fun to play with until you get bored or somehow lose it.

It was then that he made up his mind that he would never be mistreated or looked down upon.