So this is the new version of Dismantle, Repair. I originally started this story back in 2010, but went through a period of rewriting it, which never bore fruit. Most of this was due to life and others due to my lack of motivation after a few reasons.

I'll be deleting the old story in a week from now since I will be trying to get back into writing with this story. I'll also be trying better to work on this story. I'm not sure if I can stick to a timeline or anything, but here's to hoping!

Thanks for any old readers who have decided to stick around for this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (J.K. Rowling) or Ouran High School Host Club (Bisco Hatori).

Prologue: Waking Up

Harry drops to his knees. Sweat pours from his face as his limbs feel dead from exhaustion. "It's... Finally over," he pants. "Voldemort's gone. He's gone."

"Harry!" ... "Harry!" ... "Harry!"

He turns his head to his left as the voices grow nearer. He struggles to his feet and, with as much strength as possible, waves at his friends. He doesn't see the flash of deadly green before he drops face first into the ground.

Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...

Green eyes squint open before clenching shut at the onslaught of light. A low groan escapes him, and he instantly regrets it at the shot of pain in his throat. A clatter of metal meeting the ground echoes.

"Doctor! The patient in room 502! I think he's awake!" A young female voice exclaims.

"Dim down the lights, nurse. They might be straining the patient's eyes. Also, let's get the patient in a sitting position."

Harry struggles to open his eyes, but fortunately not with as much effort as before. He notes distractedly that he is in a muggle hospital. A slightly gray-haired man in white coat stands next to him with a clipboard at hand. The doctor's eyes are dull in clinical desensitization and his face is blank.

"Do you need a glass of water?" The doctor, as if he could be anybody else, inquired.

Harry nods with a strained and choppy motion, but the message is understood as a glass of water is at his lips. His cheeks redden as the water splashes down his face as he drinks.

"Do you know who you are? How old you are? Do you remember what happened?"

Harry furrows his eyebrows. He nods once, hesitantly shakes his head, waits a second, and repeats his negative answer.

The doctor sighs. "Just to be sure to touch all bases. Your name is Harry James Potter. Today's date is July 31, 2001. You just turned eleven today. You've been in a coma for a year on this very day. The police reports stated that the another car hit your parents' car with you in it during a heavy thunderstorm."

"Your father died on impact, but your mother was found holding you. It was presumed that she died protecting you as best she could. The only mark you have from the crash now is the scar on your forehead. Does any of this make sense to you?"

Harry's head is spinning. His heart is pounding like it is going to come out of his chest. However, he nods to the doctor. He doesn't want to speak. He doesn't think he would be able to. Not yet, at least.

"That's a good sign. You have some cognitive skills but it seems like you may have some memory loss. This may go away in time or it may not depending on the damage. Nurse Bell here will be taking your vitals. If you have any concerns, let her know and she'll call for me. I'll be getting in touch with your godfather and guardian. I'm Dr. Robinson, by the way." The doctor walks away. His face is as impassive as when Harry first saw him.

Nurse Bell takes Harry's vitals. She checks on all of the equipment and talks in a motherly manner. Harry belatedly wonders if she is an actual mother since she seems so young. His mind is elsewhere. Questions race through his mind, and the answers seem hard to grasp.

When Nurse Bell finally leaves to notify the doctor, Harry, in a hoarse and scratching voice, uttered, "What happened to me?"

He closes his eyes and clenches his sheets in his fists. Weariness and exhaustion seeps into his bones and Harry descends into an ocean of questions drowning his concept of reality.

To be continued...

So that's all for the prologue. There are no promises that the next chapters will be longer. It might remain to be this length. It all depends on how things end.

Let me know what you think through the review. Thanks for reading!