Author's Note:
Summary: When Harry's parents die in a car crash during a summer trip to the U.S. Harry is seriously injured and wakes up in the hospital. Given the choice to live with his Aunt and Uncle back in England. He runs away and upon meeting a orphan girl he decides to make his own adventure. Which takes him down roads that most people don't want to travel. (Did I mention I am not good at Summaries?)
Okay, so this is my first time posting a fan fiction, so please be gentle! I am German, so writing in English is rather, troublesome at times. But I think I it's readable.
I revised the Prologue several times before I got this, and I am pleased with it. Hope you guys will enjoy it! Uh, I don't own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does.
Warning(s): There aren't any yet, because this is the Prologue! Well,besides that this is non-magic and uhm has Oc's scattered around.
Harry J. Potter eleven years old, had a wonderful home in the suburbs of England, had a mother and father who loved him cherished him greatly, and had friends who would do anything for him. Yes, Harry had all of these things once. He woke up in the hospital on a cold and rainy afternoon, as the nurse attempted to check his vitals.
"What are you doing?" He inquired unaware of where he was and how long he was asleep. And why he was hooked onto so many machines.
"Thank Goodness you are awake Mr. Potter. Do you know where you are?" She asked full of concern.
He listened to the beeping of the machine, he tried to move his broken body, and he tried to think. He tried to recall his last memory, but he couldn't.
" In a hospital, are my parents here too?" He answered her.
Instead of answering his question the nurse left to fetch the doctor in charge of the ICU. Harry was left alone with memories of nothing. It was only a matter of minutes until the doctor arrived with a smile of joy. He sat next to his bed side and looked into Harry's green confused eyes.
"Listen, Harry." The doctor began with a soft tone. " You and your parents had a car accident and-"
" They're dead, my parents, is that what you are trying to say?" Harry interrupted with a cold tone. Harry knew when bad news was being delivered to him, because parent's would always start with: "Listen, Harry.", well they used to start them this way. The doctor was silent, and then he gave a nod.
" We contacted your Aunt and Uncle they should be here in a few weeks to come get you."
Harry sightly cringed at that thought. He remembered when he was four the mental and physical abuse he suffered from them. He spent the summer with them, while his parents went on trip to America, and promised to take him the next time. They beat him, locked him in a small room, called him names, punished him for what his cousin Durdley did. He endured it for three months, six days, and thirty-four hours. He told never told his parents about it though, he didn't want his mother and aunt fighting. He never saw them again after that, thankfully, but now to go back to that cold blooded abuse? Unthinkable, he couldn't imagine it. Silent tears fell down his cheeks as he wept the loss of his mother and father. He wanted them back and he was prepared to sell his soul only to have his parents back, but the world did not work that way. His eyes became heavy from the drugs they were giving him and soon drifted into a light sleep.
The recovery process was a quick one for the young preteen and his last day at the hospital was spent waiting for his aunt and uncle to arrive and then drive back to the airport to catch the next flight to England. The minutes felt like hours to the young boy as he feared for what was left of him. Somehow he had to escape it all. Life had a humors way of presenting people with choices in the time of need. Harry's choice was to sneak on the laundry truck and flee into the city, or wait for his aunt and uncle to arrive. It was obvious which one the boy preferred. As he was left unwatched he slipped into the truck and waited for it to stop again. The light jolts and growling of the truck was enough to send the young potter into a sleep.
When it stopped he got off and until he was out of breath. He didn't recognize this town at again this wasn't London. His stomach growled and his body ached. Passerby's ignored the child because in this town seeing a homeless kid was a regular thing.
"Hey, you. You are not from here are you?" His shining green eyes were met by a cold gray stare.
" No, I ran away, my parents are dead." He answered.
The dark skinned girl eyes grew warm and her lips pulled into a easy smile " Welcome to my world." She stretched out her hand and Harry gladly took it, not thinking of the consequences.
Author's Note:
So this marks the beginning of a the story, wonder what adventures Harry will get to have. Please R&R!
First and Second Chapter are on their way, I am just going to revise them, and all that good stuff. Third chapter will be posted most likely soon as well.
Danke,
Jezebelle