This story was inspired by Lupus8282, who has 4 really good stories. You should read them.
May 17, 1986 started just like any other day for six-year-old Harry Potter. He woke up in his cupboard under the stairs, at 6:00 am, to Petunia yelling at him to start making breakfast.
He made breakfast for them, but he didn't get to eat any of it. Harry was then sent back to his cupboard.
He decided to take a nap to make up for his lost sleep.
A little while later, Vernon barges in, and yells, "COME ON! WE'RE GOING!" He drags Harry out, because he was moving a millisecond slower than he wanted Harry to.
He had no idea where we were going, but he didn't have a choice, and couldn't ask, well, for obvious reasons.
They all got in the car and, unfortunately, Harry had to sit next to Dudley.
"But, Daddy, why do I have to sit next to him?" The feeling was mutual.
"You just do." Vernon said, as he started the car. Harry could tell he was starting to get mad at Dudley.
Dudley just had a grumpy face.
"Where are we going, anyways?" he asked.
So even their precious Dudley didn't know where we were going. There's no way that they would tell Harry.
"I already told you." Vernon growled.
"But-" Dudley never got to finish, though, because they were at an intersection, and Vernon decided to turn at a red light, because he was mad.
There was a drunk driver, going really fast, who crashed into them, head on.
The last thing that Harry remembered before passing out is hearing Dudley screaming like a little girl.
(at the hospital)
"He's in a coma. Now we are sure." the nurse said to the visitor.
He was wearing a black cloak and a black ski mask, making sure that only his eyes are showing.
"Here's my phone number," he said, handing the nurse a slip of paper. "Call me when he wakes up."
( 2 months later)
"His vitals are extremely bad. There is very little chance of survival for him. It's already sad that the other 4 people in the car crash died, at least one of them should live." The doctor said grimly, to the nurse.
"Doc! He's waking up!" Somebody yelled from the room next door.
The doctor ran there, and asked, "What!? How?"
"We don't know, but his vitals are perfectly normal, and he moved a bit."
That day, Harry Potter woke up, but did he really? Was it really Harry Potter?
The nurse called the phone number on the piece of paper she got 2 months earlier. But nobody answered. She called again. They still didn't answer. The nurse decided to give up calling, because if that person was really a distant relative of Harry Potter, like he said he was, wouldn't he have visited in 2 months? I guess not.
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This chapter was short, but the next ones are probably going to be longer.
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