Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I am not JK Rowling
White, white floors, white ceilings, white walls, white everywhere. That was the first thing Harry Potter saw when he woke up. When he was seven years old his abusive uncle went too far, he hit him over the head with a baseball bat, cracking his skull and causing him to fall down the stairs.
His uncle, Vernon Dursley, had been sentenced to five years in prison, his aunt, Petunia Dursley spent six months in prison (and divorced her husband in the process, realising and recognising her mistakes), his cousin, Dudley Dursley, was sent to a foster home, learnt right and wrong, and was given a diet so he would be in better shape. Harry, Harry was put in a coma, one which lasted three years, two months, and five days. A coma which he only just woke up from.
Harry was now ten years old, nearly eleven, but he had no one to go home to, he'd woken up, and the only people who were with him then were the hospital staff, the nurses and the doctors. The problem with the child was where to put him. Around two weeks after he woke up he was ready to leave the hospital which had been his home for the past three years, but he had no one to go to, no one to live with, no home. His aunt had committed suicide around two months after she was released from prison, she had been going through huge bouts of depression, anxiety and she couldn't find a job, had no money, didn't have a home, she wasn't allowed to see her son, nor was she allowed to see her nephew and apologise for her wrongdoings. She felt that she'd failed her sister, she'd failed her nephew, and she'd failed her own son. She felt no want or desire to stay in the cruel world she'd made so many mistakes in, and took her own life.
Harry obviously couldn't go back to Vernon Dursley, and Dudley's adopted parents couldn't afford to take in another child, though they wished they could have as they felt a lot of sympathy for the orphan. Harry also couldn't go through the foster system, as the doctors were worried that it was too bad for his health, and that he might suffer more from the system and could become unwell.
It was eventually decided that he would stay with one of the doctors who'd been looking after him for the past three years, Dr Reynolds was a distinguished doctor, who's wife had died almost four years ago, whilst she was pregnant with his son. Dr Reynolds had offered to take the boy in and there was no reason not to, and no alternatives either.
Luke Reynolds was a tall man, with neatly cut brown hair, and a tanned face, he had startling blue eyes and a charming smile, one which at the time was not used too much. He might not have sounded like the ideal person to become Harry's parent, but he was a doctor, who could help, and wanted a child, and he was at heart a good man.
He'd been with Harry from the start, from when he was admitted into hospital, to when he woke up, confused and scared. He had nursed Harry back to health, and the two had grown a fondness for each other, Luke finding the son he'd never had, and Harry finding the father figure he needed and desired so much.
Luke, with Harry's consent of course, legally adopted Harry, and Harry chose to change his name to Harry Reynolds, having no desire to have a link to neither his drunk parents who'd died in a car crash, nor for his relatives, which the name Potter reminded him off.
Harry had a private tutor and relatively quickly caught up to where he was meant to be in academics, he was an intelligent child, something which shone through now he didn't have to have the constant fear of Vernon Dursley beating him for doing better than Dudley in school. Luke helped him catch up in what had recently been happening in the world and the two bonded quickly over a mutual love for football. Harry was quite fast, experienced from all the times he had to run away from his relatives and Luke had played for his university's first team, he'd wanted to be a professional football player, but unfortunately bad luck struck and he had a serious knee injury, and his parents had pushed him into medicine and sciences.
Harry stayed in private education, but was going to go to a school in September, as him and his father had agreed that it would be better as he could get friends, and give him a more 'normal' life. It was as he was touring a secondary school the first weird - abnormal - thing in his memory happened. A big, bulky boy probably around two years older than Harry was bullying a smaller, scrawny boy, Harry suddenly started to feel really angry, there was a a large engraved crest above the bully's head, and as Harry got angrier the lion in the middle suddenly roared really loudly, jumping out of the frame and chasing the boy down the hall, before slowly returning and getting back into the engraved crest.
No one could explain what had just happened, and all Harry knew was that, somehow, in some bizarre way he had caused it to happen, however none of the staff realised this, and neither had Luke, however on returning home Harry explained what happened to his adopted father, though neither could understand it both knew something was wrong, Luke's theory was that something strange had happened when Harry was put in the coma, there were small cases of medical marvels, but none like this, however it was the only idea the doctor could think of.
That was the biggest 'odd happening' which Harry had caused, and the first, in the next few months Harry had caused other small abnormal things to happen, he turned someone's hat blue and turned his father's hair pink - much to the doctor's embarrassment and disgruntlement. Neither father nor son could see any reason why this was happening, and only on Harry's eleventh birthday was it explained.
A stern woman with old fashioned clothing had knocked on their door, Luke had let her in and they all sat in the living room. "Are you Mr Harry Reynolds?" She had asked and in response to the "Yes ma'am." had handed Luke a letter, which he and Harry read in astonishment.
"No, no, no, I'm not a wizard, I can't be a wizard, this makes no sense." Harry said in disbelief
"Surely this is just some sort of a hoax, and may I add not a funny one in any way at all." Dr Luke Reynolds told her, annoyed, "Prove it is true and we will take it seriously." Whilst everything in the doctor's mind was telling him that there was no chance this was true, a small, tiny part of him wondered, it did seem to explain the mysterious events which had been occurring, and it did seem like quite an odd thing, that she'd come to their door and known Harry's name, his new name, and it seemed too much of a stretch to be a hoax.
The professor slowly took out a mahogany stick, muttered something and waved it around a bit causing the fire in the room to suddenly light up with soothing amber flames.
"Oh my god." Luke said, this went against everything, everything he believed in and had learnt in his medical career, and Harry would be able to do this, Harry was a, a wizard, a magical person? The doctor wasn't the only one to be in disbelief over this, Harry had his hands in his face,
"Why me? Why can't I just be normal, haven't I gone through enough?" He asked desperately, his voice hoarse, quickly Luke put an arm around him comforting him,
"Hey, its okay, maybe its not a bad thing Harry, maybe this is good, its magic Harry!" Luke said, trying to be excited for his adopted son, but struggling as the information he had just received was overwhelming.
"I don't know, I don't know." Harry said quietly, "I just want to be normal." He stated.
"Mr Reynolds," The stern woman stated, "I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, I work at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, magic is a wonderful thing Mr Reynolds, and can be used in the most amazing ways, Mr Reynolds, you are special, you are a wizard, that is most certainly not a bad thing at all."
"I guess," Harry said meekly, "But what are you here for, I doubt you're here to just tell me that I can do magic."
"Astute you are, you are correct, I am here to offer you a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the finest school for learning the art of magic in the whole of Europe, and some say in the entire world."
Harry looked at his father, who nodded softly back at him, silently saying that the decision was all his, and that he would not stop Harry if he wanted to explore this.
"Tell me more?" Harry asked Minerva quietly, politely, interested in the idea, Minerva smiled pleasantly and began to tell him all about the wonders of the world of magic.