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Harry opened his eyes, and immediately had to shut them again.

He was definitely not in his cupboard, it was too bright, he was laying on a comfortable bed, and neither of his relatives were banging on the door for him to get up.

Harry slowly opened his eyes to find himself in what he could guess was a hospital room. It smelled funny, what Harry could describe as clean.

He had a needle in his arm with cold fluid dripping into him, and he was under a blanket. Harry looked around to find some childish stickers around the room, in an attempt to make the room more inviting and more friendly.

He didn't know who the man with yellow hair shaped like bunny ears was, but he looked like a superhero in Dudley's comics. He was cleaning Dudley's room one day and found a whole stack under the mattress. Dudley threatened to punch him if he told anyone, and glared at Harry when he said he had to hide it because Harry made his parents ban anything "freakish".

Harry heard talking when shadows approached a semi-opaque window. They stopped for a moment to talk in the hall and opened the door to the room when they were done.

Harry saw a man with black hair and eyes, in a trench coat and hat. He was talking to what Harry thought to be the doctors because of their outfits (scrubs), a man and a woman. The woman came up to him with an easy smile and hesitantly went to check some things around the bed he was on. While she was doing that, the man in the trench coat approached Harry and started talking.

Harry had been rigid since they came into the room and was close to crying when the man was taking. He couldn't understand a word this man was saying and for the first time ever, he wanted to be back with his relatives.

Harry spoke when it seemed like the man was done, stuttering and quiet. "I'm sorry sir, I don't understand you, I don't know what's going on, are my Aunt or Uncle here to pick me up?" Harry wanted his familiar settings, no matter how much he hated it.

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing to look at him. Harry curled in on himself to try and appear smaller.

The man in the trench coat said something to the doctors and went on the phone. The male doctor went out of the room and the female doctor went back to checking the machines and charts.

Harry never thought he could miss his small little cupboard more than he does now.

Naomasa waited until the next morning to check in on John Doe. When the kid went off in the ambulance, the paramedic said the kid was malnourished and exhausted. The kid wouldn't be up until the next day.

Naomasa waited for the body to be removed and talked more with the widow. After, he went into the precinct to fill out the paperwork and look up missing and runaway children. Nothing hitting the description of his John Doe. He was off work and was told to head straight to the hospital in the morning. Naomasa went to bed restless and unsettled. He didn't want this child to be involved, wanted him to be in the wrong place, wrong time. Naomasa still couldn't settle his stomach enough to get a good night's rest, he realized this would be a long night.

The next morning he arrived at the hospital and was taking with a receptionist. She had called for the doctor looking after his John Doe. After shaking hands, he was ushered through the hospital on the way to the room.

"I'm Dr. Mahōtsukai Kusuri."

"Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa."

"Our John Doe appears to be 9 years old, however, it appears his growth has been stunted, this maybe from his apparent starvation. The nurses also found scar marks on the boys back and arms. I would ask questions about his home life, after the questions about the case of course."

Naomasa nodded to the doctor, a nurse came to join them and said she was a doing an hourly reading on the kid.

"We also found he has no personal belongings on him."

Naomasa thanked the doctor before going in.

John Doe was awake and looking at everyone in the room, Naomasa could tell he was scared, too rigid when the nurse came to check on him.

Naomasa spoke to kid, making sure his quirk was on. "Hello, my name is detective Naomasa Tsukauchi. We found you at a crime scene and was hoping to ask you a few questions, let's start with your name."

The kid was close to crying when he spoke, stuttering in accented English. All Naomasa could understand was "I don't understand you." His quirk told him that was true.

Naomasa turned to the doctor. "There's someone here who speaks English correct?" The doctor nodded. "Get them here, please. I'll phone the police station, I thankfully know someone who might help." He heard it in passing, from the ongoing immigration investigation, there was a guy with quirk that could give people the ability to speak Japanese. He needed that quirk here. His quirk didn't work through a translator if he didn't understand the language.

The doctor left while he was making his call, and just has he hung up with confirmation the guy was coming over, the doctor returned with another man.

"Thank you for coming, I have another officer on their way, if we could just start with his name and what he remembers, that would be great."

The man nodded and introduced himself as an American translator. He turned to the kid, smiled, and started speaking.

Harry saw a different man appear with the doctor, he was not in a doctor's outfit but smiled at Harry and spoke English, he sounded like a Yank, according to uncle Vernon.

"Hello there, my name is Alex Sotherland, you may call me Alex if you like, what's your name?"

Harry stuttered out his name and Alex appeared surprised at the accent. "Are you from the U.K.?"

Harry nodded but said, "Surrey, where my relatives live, where am I?"

"You are in Japan, close to Tokyo."

Harry let out a quiet "oh."

"Are you alright?" Alex asked. Harry nodded his head, before slowly shaking his head and letting out a sob. He heard Alex say "would you like a hug?" And Harry kept shaking his head, crying. Everyone just stared at him while he cried on the bed.

Harry was scared. His uncle was going to take the belt to him. His aunt was going to scream herself raw and then his uncle was going to beat him for that. Dudley would be beaming in glee that his favourite subject for Harry Hunting would be weak enough to catch. Harry wanted nothing more then to sleep forever.

Harry's magic, unknowingly to Harry, slowly started to respond to him, he heard machines going off has his head hit the pillow and he fell asleep.

I'm sitting at 1230 words before this rant, with that in mind, I won't talk for long. I got a negative comment on my first chapter (a new record to me). After, another user (who I thank for your support, and everyone's for that matter), asked me to moderate the comment. These comments used to hurt me. I honestly think they hurt every author at some point, but honestly this one made me laugh. I apologize for offending you (unknown user, I recommend logging in so we can have a thoughtful discussion but I'm not holding my breath), and I hope you have a lovely life.

I recommend all other authors take criticism with grace, and trolling with a grain of salt. I used to lash out at both critics and trollers (and for that, I apologize), but I understand these people don't know me as a person or author, so I really shouldn't care.

However, spelling and grammar errors? Come at me hard, I won't mind and I'm grateful for people who point out these errors, I try to go back and fix as many as I see. (I kept this rant at around 200 words, hope that's not going to bother anyone)