Prologue:
"Come on honey you have to let these delusions go," a loving voice said to a rather distraught boy. "Yeah son. There isn't any magic. It's all a fantasy. You've been reading too many RA Salvatore books," the masculine voice said to the boy. "Please Harry, hear me. I am right here," the female voice said again. "Harrison, wake up! Come back to reality," the male voice demanded.
The boy just kept shaking his head and saying, "it's real. It's real. It's real…" He wasn't even hearing what was being said to him and about him.
"Mr. and Mrs. Potter, Harry seems to be really sick. He just isn't grasping reality. As it is we are going to have to sedate him so that he's not going to hurt himself. I'm very sorry," another male voice said. Both Mr. and Mrs. Potter looked back at their son and pitied him. Mr. Potter was sad because this was his first born son and he is broken. Mrs. Potter knelt down in front of her son and she slowly put her arms around him and hummed her lullaby as she rocked him. Harry was still muttering but he wasn't shaking anymore. Mrs. Potter looked up at her husband and she saw that he was running through emotions that she didn't want to see in his hazel eyes. She saw that he was disappointed, sad, and angry. She knew that he felt helpless to help their child. It was the same sort of helplessness that she felt as well.
As she was holding her son an orderly came in and knelt down next to the pair and administered a sedative to the boy. Mrs. Potter could feel her son becoming limp in her arms and when he was finally out the doctor and orderly placed the boy on the bed and put him in his restraints. Mrs. Potter was in her husband's arms and she wept as she watched the restraints being placed on her son.
