Harry Potter woke in the Hospital. He couldn't move. He tried to remember what had happened. He'd been walking outside of the gates because the kids were teasing him again. He knew that much.

Harry Potter was 4 years old and lived in a Catholic Orphanage in the countryside of Scotland. He'd lived there for as long as he could remember because he had no family. The Orphanage also had a school and a convent. All the kids picked on Harry because he was different and strange. They called him a freak and the nuns and fathers that took care of them called him evil and the son of satan and told him he was going straight to hell. The truth was Harry often made strange things happen but he couldn't control it.

So he'd been walking outside the gate to escape everyone then he remembered something hitting him and then only pain. After that, he remembered only darkness. He frowned he normally remembered everything. He looked around to see he was alone in a room. Suddenly, a door opened and a man dressed in all black came in with another man.

"Hello, Harry." The friendly man, who wasn't wearing black said, "I'm Healer Jonson. "

Healer? Harry frowned he didn't understand that word.

"Now do you remember what happened?" Harry didn't answer. The door opened again and one of the sisters from the convent came in. "Hello, you are the boy's guardian?"

"He is in the care of Church Orphanage. " the sister said giving Harry a disapproving look as she stood next to him. "Been getting into trouble again, Harry?" Harry blinked, "Well, what happened?" she was looking at Jonson. " The boy doesn't talk so he won't be able to tell you."

"I see." Jonson frowned glancing at the stern man in black and the woman who'd brought the sister in. "Harry, it would appear you were outside your Orphanage gates and were hit by a large vehicle. The driver brought you here so we could treat you."

Harry noticed that some of the words didn't sound right on Jonson's tongue and he'd also said he was a Healer, not a doctor. Harry sensed something wasn't right.

The Sister sniffed.

"What were you doing outside the gate?" she demanded knowing he wouldn't answer. He hadn't said one word since he'd arrived on their doorstep. "You know you are not allowed outside! It's dangerous!"

Harry blinked his large green eyes. The sister looked really mad this time. He knew he'd be getting punished when he got back.

"Yes, well, I'm afraid that Harry was very hurt by the vehicle," Jonson said, clearing his throat. "It would appear he is paralyzed. "

"God punishes evil." The sister said, sneering at Harry. "I told you he would punish you soon."

The other three adults were in shock.

"We also found signs of abuse and neglect when doing a full work up." Jonson said, "Who is in charge of the Orphanage?"

"We were doing our Lords work to rid the world of evil." The sister said, "If you wish to keep the boy then do so." she set down a bag next to Harry. He always carried that bag and they could never find out how he carried all his things in it. Not that he had much but still. "I wish to return now. "

With that, she walked out of the room.

"You see why I called." The man in black said.

"Yes, it was a good thing you brought, Harry here, Severus," Jonson said to the man in black . "But how were you on the scene?"

"I was looking for him. " Severus replied, glancing over at Harry who was staring at them. "Harry, can you talk?" Harry bit his lip. "It's okay, Harry, you won't get in trouble if you talk..."

"You are being condescending and talking down to me," Harry whispered, his voice was rough from nonuse. "I may be four but I am rather smart. You said I was paralyzed that means I will not be able to move again is that right?"

"Everything from the waist down is paralyzed. " Jonson replied, a little shocked that he was speaking to a four-year-old like he would an adult. "You won't be able to walk again. "

"Very well," Harry said, shrugging or trying but his body wouldn't comply. "Now, we all seem to know I was not hit by a car or truck. A light hit me and I was in pain."

"Smart boy." Severus mused, " That's correct, Mr. Potter. What do you know about magic?"

"Thou shall not suffer a witch to live." Harry quoted smartly. "We are taught that magic comes from the devil and he uses magic to entice us and lead us into evil. " Harry looked away. " It's why she was so quick to leave me here and why they are so rough with me. I can do things normal people can't. I figure I must be magic and therefore evil. I heard Mon Senior tell Mother Superior that he wants me to have an Exorcism. That's when they make the evil go away. "

The room was quite for awhile.

"Magic is not evil." Severus said, "At least not all of it, Harry." he sighed, this was going to be harder than he thought. "What do you remember from before you were at the Orphanage?"

"Not much." Harry admitted, "My memory didn't kick in until later. Now I remember everything. "

So Severus sat next to Harry as Jonson did some scans and explained who Harry really was and how everyone thought he was living with his aunt in Uncle. He told him the whole Boy-Who-Lived story and about the magical world. Harry's head was soon buzzing. he had millions of questions.

Severus stared at the tiny boy and felt his heart break. He excused himself promising to come right back and went to make a quick fire call to an old friend Lucius Malfoy and explained everything that he'd found out. He made a plea to help him somehow get custody of Harry quickly , quietly and in both worlds. The man promised to help but wanted to meet the boy so Severus let him through and they went to see Harry.

Harry was being sat up with pillows behind him to keep him sitting up. It looked as if Harry was already moving around.

"Magic is cool." Harry said, "I'm only a little sore and other than not feeling my legs I feel better than I have in a long time."

"That's good, Harry." Severus replied, "Have you eaten?"

"I was just getting his lunch." Jonson chuckled. A House-elf popped up and put a tray over Harry's lap. "Now eat as much as you can without getting sick , Harry. My scans show Malnutrition. "

"Yes, I'm not surprised," Harry said, picking up a sandwich and nibbling on it. "I didn't get much to eat because I was an evil child and they didn't want to feed the evil inside me. they gave me just enough to survive," he said it as if it was the most obvious and normal thing in the world. "How will I get around if I am unable to walk?"

"We'll be giving you a magical wheelchair," Jonson said, with a chuckle. "We'll be teaching you how to use it even with you being an untrained wizard."

Harry was enjoying his lunch while the three adult men talked. He wondered if he was really going back to the Orphanage or not. Right now he was just enjoying being healed and fed.