A.N. Written for the challenge posted in Fiction Alley

The challenge is-

The Hospital Harry Challenge:

Harry having a serious, nearly fatal disease, is given up as an orphan by his aunt and uncle as a very young child and grows up more of less in a muggle hospital...

After an attack on the muggle world by death eaters Severus Snape ends up in the London hospital. With his magic depleted and unable to walk, with no contact with the wizarding world he is trapped in the hospital until he can recover...

Here he meets Harry (who likes to wonder the huge hospital, not always refined to his bed) he doesn't at first know who the boy is Eventually Harry ends up at hogwarts to attend school or be tutored and somehow HP/SS slashiness ensues!

Its up to you who Harry meets, how much he knows about magic, what illness he has and what's happened in his past. Maybe Snape decides to take him back to hogwarts sure that theres a cure for him? Maybe Snape doesn't find out who Harry is until after he's back at Hogwarts? A few ideas for illnesses could be MS, Cancer, TB, AIDS etc.

Summary of Rules for the Challenge:

- No short stories (couple of chapters), i'd really like to see the story develop

- Must eventually be HP/SS

- Harry must be between the age of 14-17, this makes writing in slash easier. However you're more than welcome to have a chapter/scene looking back on/explaining his life thus far.

- If you wish to kill Harry or Snape off, it can't be until after he has made an appearance at Hogwarts and HP/SS relationship has been established.

((I of course have changed a bit and if you can't tell from the challenge it's AU and SLASH. If you don't like any of those don't read.))

Disclaimer: I Rayasha, the wonderful and beautiful muse of this horrid author would like to say that she in no way owns the characters or world that you see before yourself. They would all belong to the magnificent J.K. Rowling and other associated with the Harry Potter series. All the author owns is a six year old iBook along with an original iPod Mini and some candy, all of which were purchased by her father.

The fifteen year old boy wandered the halls of the hospital. This was where he had grown up. He could remember his aunt and uncle leaving him there after he'd been told something was wrong with him, he remembered waiting for them to come back for more then a month. He'd never seen them after they left, that had been nine years ago.

The doctors had never figured out exactly what was wrong with him but they thought it could be fatal. He'd spent his life there being poked a prodded but he got fed each day and the use of facilities which was more then he'd had at the Dursleys. He suspected someone had sponsored him so that he'd be able to remain in the care of doctors but he'd never really cared much, after all he knew the important things.

His name was Harry James Potter, he was almost sixteen years old, and he had no idea how long he would live. There where other things he knew of course, he knew he had black hair and green eyes, he could see that in the mirror everyday. He knew he was shorter and lighter than most boys, the nurse told him that every week when they weighed and measured him. He knew his schoolwork, his tutor made sure of that when she came twice a week. He knew he could wander through the halls after dark, he'd been caught and his doctor had said walks were good to clear his head. He knew not to go outside of the hospitals premises. He knew Micheal, the cook in the cafeteria would make him food at midnight if he wanted it. He also knew he could do stuff other people couldn't; he could talk to snakes, levitate trays, set things on fire, change his appearance, and freeze people mid step. He found it scary yet amusing.

Harry was jolted from his musings by something that just seemed off. He looked in the direction the feeling was coming from, it seemed odd, like him.

'Freak' punch, 'strange' smack... 'special' hug.

"Room 117" He muttered as he sneaked through the door in what he'd been told was a stealthy way.

"What?" He heard a silky voice snap. Harry stayed silent. "I know someone's there, now come out."

Harry stepped forward. "Hello sir." He spoke softly, his shoulder length hair formed a curtain around his face, "I didn't mean to disturb you but you have a different feel than most of the other patients here." This man was surely going to think him insane. "You seem like me, do you do anything different than other 'normal' people?" Harry asked his voice getting smaller as he spoke.

"Boy," The voice seemed harsh especially when it called him what his uncle did and Harry flinched, "Come in and turn on the light." Harry nodded and as he stepped completely into the room the lights flared to light. "You do wandless magic? Sit" Harry obeyed and perched himself at the end of the bed.

The man looked as though he'd be tall if standing and Harry had to admit the lights in the hospital did nothing for a persons skin tone. He had black hair that hung about his face, a nose that looked as though it had been broken several times but never healed properly and dark eyes. He looked decidedly out of place in the stark white blankets and blue hospital gown.

"Wandless magic?" Harry asked, "People use wands? Do you need one to make stuff happen?"

"Most do."

"Most? So there are more people like me?"

"Many, surely you're not arrogant enough to think you're the only one with gifts. Now run along, I'm sure you're parents are worried."

"I don't have parents." Harry snapped, "I grew up here."

"At a hospital instead of an orphanage?" The man sneered.

"Orphanages don't seem to want to board a kid who might die at any time. The doctors like to keep an eye on me."

"And what would be your problem?"

"They don't know but they think it's fatal." Harry said with a shrug as he hopped back down from the bed. "Well I have chips waiting for me, would you like anything? I'm sure Michael could make you something."

"No" The man said briskly waving Harry from the room.

End Chapter One