****Harry's POV****

I'm don't understand what is going on, all I remember is coming home from school and hearing Uncle Vernon yell at me. I had been bad; I had turned that nasty teacher's hair blue. I remember him shouting at me, insulting me, and then hitting me. After that, nothing. Well, until I woke up here.

"Uhm, is it possible to get this tube off me?"

Carla looked startled at my interruption. "Oh, of course. Since you're all fixed up now and will be leaving soon. So it can come off. Okay now hold still, this may hurt a bit." The nurse tugged the tube out. "A slight pinching is all you should feel."

"Ah. Thank you. What do you mean by saying that I'm leaving soon?"

"You're going to an orphanage nearby. It's very well-managed and clean, and it has good medical care. Of course, it also gets monthly visits from social workers."

-oooo-Time Skip-oooo-

*3rd POV*

Harry looked up at the building. Its ivy covered walls seemed large and slightly intimidating. His case worker nudged him. "Come along. Keep up."

Harry slowly crept toward the building. As he was led inside he flinched almost inexplicably at the sound flowing through the hallway. The case worker led him down the hall at a quick trot. "You will be seen and not heard while we're in this meeting. Understand?"

Harry nodded rapidly. He would listen and behave.

The case worker nodded appreciatedly. He would do well here.

They entered the office of the head caretaker.