Harry's POV

I woke up in a…hospital room? It was all white, and smelled so fresh and…clean. I was sitting in a bed, covered in a thin white blanket. I noticed a group of people staring at me intently. Two tall boys, both ginger, who looked completely identical. Twins? Probably. Another ginger boy, who has many similarities to the twins. A younger brother perhaps? A girl, also ginger. Maybe a sister? There was also a girl with frizzy brown hair. Probably a friend of there's.

"Excuse me…?" I asked, "But who are you?"

They looked disappointed. Had I said something wrong? The twins shook there head, and one of them put their hand on their younger brother's shoulder. The ginger girl sighed and the browned haired one rubbed her eyes, as if she was going to cry.

"We yer mates, Harry," One of the twins said. His voice was rough.

"My…mates?" I said slowly. And who was Harry? Was that me, "Am I Harry?"

Apparently my question seemed to insult the brown haired girl, and she got up and ran out of the room, and the ginger girl followed her.

"Have I done something wrong?" I asked, confused. The three remaining boys shook their heads in sync.

A nurse appeared out of now where. She was older than any of us here, her short grey hair falling out of the nurse's hat she wore.

"Ah, I see you've woken up Harry," Her voice was loud and sharp. I assumed this statement was directed at me, but I didn't offer an answer. She stared at me, waiting.

"Umm..yes," I said. She nodded, somewhat pleased with what I said. I suppose this means that I was the one called Harry.

"What happened to me?" I asked.

"You were in an accident dear, nasty bump to the head, your memories a bit muddled up, but I am hoping it will wear off," She told me, her voice mush softer, as she fiddled with something on my head, which I realised was a bandage. She was replacing it with fresh ones I guess.

"Who are you?" I asked her.

"I'm the school's nurse," She said.

"I'm in a school," I said shortly.

"Yeah!" The younger ginger one said, "Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry!"

What? He couldn't be serious, was that some kind of joke? Magic isn't real. Is he crazy?

"Are you joking?" I asked seriously. The boys looked to each other.

"How much do you remember?" The nurse asked. I thought, digging into my mind to find something.

"I live with my Aunt and Uncle and cousin," I said, "I think their names were Petunia, Vernon and Dudley or something like that,"

"Anything else?"

"Umm...my parents died in a car crash when I was a baby," I offered. The same looks of disappointment as earlier on appeared, and I wondered what I said was wrong again.

"Do you remember how you got hurt?" One of the twins asked. I shook my head.

"We were flying in the car, and I crashed into the Whomping Willow and it attacked us," The youngest one, "Snape went mental,"

"Right," I was annoyed now, "I may be in hospital or something, and just because I can't remember anything doesn't mean you can make me look like an idiot,"

They looked at each other again. Their faces were solemn. I slumped down.

"You're being serious, aren't you?"

They nodded.