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Harry stared into nothingness. Gradually his mind began to reorganize his extremely shuffled thoughts. However, his mind still very much remained in a dream like state.
"Rise and shine Mr. Potter"
"Whose there" whispered harry. He meant to shout, but he found he barely had the strength. It seemed so strenuous to move his lips. His lips, where had they gone? Now that he thought about it he couldn't feel a single part of his body? Where the hell was he and what had happened to his body? Harry was not one to panic, but honestly this was a bit unsettling.
"No need to panic . I have a fascination with those who adapt and survive against all odds. They rather remind me of myself. This is why I have argued to preserve you. You were squandered in your own world. You will find I do not make such mistakes with my investments. Unfortunately, I can not place you where a majority of my investments reside. I have agreed to abide by certain restrictions. I do hope you enjoy your new life Mr. Potter. Dying in an explosion would have been rather anti climatic after what you have been through.