CHAPTER 3

Harry woke up the next morning after the best sleep he had had in weeks, if not months. What woke him up had not been Dudley pounding down the stairs or someone screaming at him for not having gotten breakfast ready yet, but rays of sunshine hitting his face from the rising sun outside his hospital window. He tried to remember what had happened to him, but it was still all a blur. As Molly and Henry had told him yesterday, his neighbor Ms. Figgs had brought him to the hospital a few weeks ago, and since then he had been in a coma, because he had been sick, during which he had had the most vivid dreams about a universe in which he was a wizard, had fought in wars against an evil wizard named Voldemort, had visited Hogwarts and had found many amazing friends, such as Ron and Hermione.

Lying in his bed now, he tried to distinguish between reality and imagination. The nurse Molly had the same name as his friend Ron's mother and the other nurse, Henry, showed great similarities to Hagrid. Was Harry really a so-called muggle? Did the wizarding world exist or not? Was he a wizard? If it had all been a dream, what would happen to him now? Would he go back living with his aunt and uncle?

In that moment he heard a hesitant knock on the door. Molly's head peaked around the corner and when she saw he was awake, she smiled at him and began shuffling in and closing the door behind her.

"Good morning darling! Did you sleep well?"

Harry just nodded, still preoccupied with his thoughts and worries.

"Well, since you seem to be feeling better, I would like to talk to you about something. Can I sit down?"

Again, Harry just nodded and scooched a bit over, to make space on the bed for the nurse.

"I have been thinking about your situation a lot over the past few weeks. I am aware, that living with your aunt and uncle must have been hard. The way they didn't even realize you were sick for the longest time! Just horrible!" Molly seemed enraged and it looked as if she was on the verge of tears just thinking about his situation. "I still can't believe you were forced to live with them for all these years."

Harry's heart started racing. What was she saying? Did she have a plan for him?

"I'm sorry, I am getting off track. What I came here to say was that I have arranged for a social worker to come see you this afternoon. I am really not comfortable seeing you off to those muggles - uh I mean people - again!"

Now Harry was ultimately confused. Did Molly just say 'muggles' by accident?!

"Now well", Molly exclaimed whilst getting up, "I have to check on the other patients, but I will be back in a little while. Just hang in there, all right?"

With that Molly shuffled back outside, quietly shut the door behind her and left Harry alone with his thoughts once again.