Disclaimer. I wish I did but I don't own Harry Potter or his world, I am just doing this for fun.

Harry Awakenes

Harry awoke in a bed, in a bright lit but smelly room, he tried hard to clear his head with some results, but he could not see what was around him too well, due to his missing glasses. Harry did a quick check, and found everything working but there was a problem, he was strapped to the bed by both his hands and feet. Harry heard someone coming and wasn't sure if he should call out and get their attention or play like he was still asleep in case he was in danger, he decided to play possum, and try and figure a way out of the cuffs.

If he only had his wand he would be able to be out in a minute. How could he do to get out? He needed something to pick the lock, Harry could feel something in the bed digging into his hand, feeling around, as best he could, Harry found there was a needle sticking in the bed. Working carefully and trying to remember what Fred and George had taught him on how to pick locks. The woman who had passed before came back by and Harry faked being. As she walked away, Harry heard her talking to someone. "He is still unconscious officer, he hasn't changed in two weeks if he doesn't come too, soon we will have to put in a feeding tube."

So, Harry had learned that there was a police officer here and he would guess he was here for him. Harry was very hungry but decided he would wait till it got dark as being hungry was his normal state at the Dursley's then try and pick the cuffs if he didn't get them before morning he would "wake up". After what seemed like ages, it was dark outside and the lights were turned off on the ward at Green Lane Hospital. Harry had learned much by "sleeping". He had been found at Stonehenge with noting on but his glasses and unconscious, surrounded by several hundred bodies in robes and masks, all dead. The authorities thought it was a suicide cult, that is why Harry was strapped down and the police and doctors needed to talk to him before they could figure out what to do with him. Harry had answers for who the people were and how they ended up dead but not how they or he got there. He didn't think that telling the officials that they were wizards and witches killed in a magic war would make them release him from the mental ward.

Harry picked the cuff on one side after what had seemed like hours of trying, the next cuff and legs went much more quickly as he could use his hand that was free. Harry got quietly out of bed and trying to make sure that the police officer wouldn't notice ,searched for his glasses and found them in a drawer in the night stand. Checking out the officer again he noticed that he was asleep, so harry sneaked pass and down the hall passing a door and found a door marked laundry. Opening the door, he went in and found some scrubs and dressing in the most plain ones he could find he headed for the front door. There was a security desk by the front door. Harry needed to get by the desk but how. heading back down the hall, Harry found an overflowing trash bin and using a lamp that he broke he set the trash on fire. Quickly Harry ran down the hall and hid in the room closest to the front door. The fire alarm and sprinklers went off and what followed was chaos, which Harry used to try and sneak away. "Hey you there", Harry knew they were calling to him "Get over here and take care of these patients". Harry remembered he was wearing the scrubs and they thought he was an orderly, he moved over to the patients and waited for a time to slip away.. Some of the patients started to fight and all the staff and the police officer went over to help and Harry slipped away. Harry was wondering why "he" had not been wheeled out, instead he seemed to be left to die in the fire.

Now where to go he needed some real cloths and some food and had no money for either. The staff would notice that he was gone soon as they got everyone in the hospital if they hadn't already. Harry ran not knowing what direction but knowing he had to get away from the hospital. Soon he was in a nice looking neighborhood, he slowed his to a walk to catch his breath. Harry had been running though the allies to try and keep from being seen. Leaning against a fence he could see a garden with some ripe tomatoes an some berries, as much as he hated taking things without paying for it he hopped the fence, pulling off his shirt he loaded berries and tomatoes into it. It was a sound that made his hair stand on end a low growl, turning expecting to see a big dog Harry spotted a small poodle, but behind that was a large black dog. Harry ran and just cleared the fence before the big dog got to it. The dogs were barking and the light came on by the door. Harry did not stay around long enough to be seen. Running for about a half an hour more Harry finally stopped in a small grove of trees to eat his food. Next to the grove was a petrol station with several trucks, after he finished eating Harry snuck out and checked out the trucks one had a space under it where he could wedge himself and not be seen, he had found a way to hopefully put some distance between him and those looking for him.

Two large men were walking from the station restaurant to the trucks, Harry quickly scrambled into the space under the truck. He was safe here it would be hard to fall out but he would be exposed to anything coming up under the truck. As the two men approached Harry could hear them talking. "Be careful they say that nut case that escaped from the hospital last night is dangerous".

"You too, I am headed to London so I will be away from him, you will be in the area, you are the one that needs to worry". So they had realized that he was gone, he hoped he was on the truck headed out of town, to his relief the man who said he was headed to London climbed into the cab of the truck.

It was a long and uncomfortable trip, metal bars dug into Harry and a little while in it began to rain, Harry was frozen to the bone and soaking wet when the truck pulled to a stop hours later. Harry waited for the man to walk to another petrol station before he slipped out and behind a large bin at the edge of the parking lot. Harry's luck had always been good, considering all the tight spots he had gotten out of in his short life, now was no different, he saw that the bin was a collection bin for the needy. Well he was needy right now. He climbed into the bin, he was able to find a pair of trainers that fit well enough, a couple pair of jeans, some t-shirts and a back pack. It was warm and cozy in the piles of cloths, Harry thought he would just close his eyes for a second and rest, when he awoke it was daylight and someone had just dumped more cloths into the bin. Harry waited for them to leave and climbed out and headed off. A sign by the road said it was 2 kilometers to London. From there he could get to Diagon alley.

Harry made his way to the Leaky cauldron expecting to be recognized and finding someone to let him into the alley, he was disappointed, no one seemed to know him not even Tom the bar tender and no one would admit that there was an alley to get to from the back of the tavern. Harry figured that they must have thought he was a muggle that somehow got past the charms on the place. Tom said if he didn't have money he needed to get out.

A/N Once again lot of words little time, if people like it I will come back and fix the grammar and spelling but for now it is about getting the story to paper.