"Chapter One: Welcome To White Rose"
It was on a clear sunny day that a blue Ford Cortina drove through a series of gates in a tall, steal metal fences with a security guards' station positioned at every other gate. The distance between each gate wasn't very far... Maybe a third of a mile at most.
"We're here." Vernon Dursley said coldly to the little boy seated in the back of the car.
Though the boy did not know where 'here' was, he nodded mutely and proceeded to climb out of the back seat of the car; Vernon did the same. Vernon and the silent boy (which was in fact Vernon's nephew) now stood in front of a tall and rather plain building with lots of heavily bared up windows. 'Boy', as that was what his uncle always called him, stared up at the ominous building. He was becoming scared now. What were they doing here? Boy desperately wished to ask his uncle, but knew that he wasn't allowed to ask questions in the Dursleys household.
"Come Boy, I don't have all day to waste on you!" Vernon barked, roughly grabbing Boy by the arm and started to pull half-drag Boy towards the tall building.
They had only made it half way when the double-front doors opened and two men in matching white uniforms began walking towards them. At that moment Boy felt the urge to run, to get as far way from this place as possible and started tugging against his uncle's grip. He wanted to go back to his dark cupboard under the stairs now. To where it was safe.
"Hello, you must be Mr. Dursley. Are you having any trouble?" The first uniformed man asked politely.
Vernon Dursley mock sighed as if in relief of the appearance of the two men. "Thank goodness you two came out when you did," Vernon said sounding defeated, "I've been having trouble trying to come inside but the little tyke keeps wanting to go back to the car." Boy stopped struggling when he heard his uncle say this. Why did he sound like that? The man you beat him and starved him, why did he sound so… Sad?
"That's quite alright Mr. Dursley," the second uniformed man said, sending a quick glance in Boys direction, "they're all like this when the first find out but it's nothing we can't handle."
"Would you mind then…" Vernon started, but never finished when the first uniformed man quickly spoke up again. "Yes, yes! Of course! Charley would you hold him while I get the sedative?"
The second uniformed man, 'Charley', nodded and grabbed Boy by his arms, picking him off of the ground and pinning him to his chest. Boy started squirming and kicking, trying to wriggle out of the mans grasp, but paused when he saw the first uniformed man pull out a long syringe from his pocket. His eyes widened in terror as he began struggling again with more vigor with each kick.
"Hold him still Charley!" He ordered, reaching out for one of Boy's arms. Boy tried to kick the hand that held the syringe away, but finally the man was able to grab Boy's right arm with his other hand and popping the plastic cap off of the needle he jabbed it into the flesh.
"N-no, please!" Boy wailed as the muscles in his right arm contracted and pain spread through it causing streams of tears to run down his face.
And then as suddenly as the pain had come it went, as well as the rest of the world with it.
It might have been hours before Boy regained conscious again. Holding back a groan, Boy sat up slowly, for his entire right arm hurt a great deal now and was very sore.
He look at his surroundings in a sort of daze. White. Everything was white. White walls, white tiled floors, white ceiling, even the bed he was laying on was white. Now Boy, despite how his relatives treated him, knew that this place wasn't his in cupboard and vaguely wondered if Uncle Vernon had finally killed him somehow. Was this Heaven then? But before he could go any further into that though a door to the side of the room (which Boy had not noticed at all) open and a man and a woman with pond white coats came it.
It would seem, Boy thought in a silly dazed kind of manner, that the color white was very popular in Heaven...
"Ah Harry, I see you're awake now." The man spoke in a slow and soft tone. "My name is Dr. Thornson and this kind lady here is Nurse Rosemary, you'll be seeing a lot of her from now on." Boy looked around him but didn't see another boy in the room they were all in. He knew it obviously wasn't him, he was 'Boy' the freak that lived under the stairs. So who was this 'Harry' person?
"Would you like something to drink, dear? Maybe a cup of water?" Nurse Rosemary asked moving closer to the bed Boy laid on. Boy immediately lurched away from the ladies approach, promptly falling off the bed. When his bum hit the tiled floor, he winced but did not cry out nor did he shed a single tear.
"Make no sound, not even a whisper!" Uncle Vernon had told him many times. "Or you will regret it boy!"
Boy had done everything his uncle and aunt had told him to do. He washed the dishes, he had cleaned the house, he had done the gardening, he made sure he was never seen or heard, and he always took his punishment with no resistance (cause he was a freak and that was what he deserve). But his uncle had brought him here to a strange place where those men had injected him with something and now he was probably dead and in heaven. But you should't be able to feel pain if your dead and in heaven...
So Boy asked the first question that he had ever dared to ask in all of his life.
"W-w-where... Am... I?"