AN: Sorry about the huge delay in any updates all. Been a hell of a last few months including a bout of depression that I have gotten over. Updates will come slowly at first, but they should increase n frequency. Thanks for being so pateint. Anyway, this idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while (Idea came from a Deep Space Nine episode in which Captain Sisko had a similar thing happen to him, also a SGA episode where Weir was in a similar situation). I don't know if this will become a full fledged story or not at this point as I have a few I want to finish. As always, R&R.

Harry woke with a start and frantically began looking around his surroundings in panic. Where was everybody? Where was he? And where the hell was Voldemort? These thoughts soared through his head as he tried to figure out just what had happened. From what he could tell, he was bound down on a bed in some plain looking room with manila walls and a single medium sized window with an old radiator under it. Harry slowly turned his head and spotted the only door in the room with what appeared to be a single square opening to allow others to look in to see him. However, it was currently closed.

"What the hell? Where the Hell am I?" He wondered aloud as he looked back up at the ceiling as a single ceiling fan lazily spun overhead.

He was so lost in thought, trying to figure out just what was going on that he almost missed the door opening. He faced the sound of the door and spotted a woman who appeared to be a nurse walking towards him with a hesitant smile on her face. After a moment, he was able to put a name to the face.

"Madam Pomfrey? What…what is going on? Where am I?"

The woman processed shock before a happier expression appeared on her face.

"Oh wonderful. The treatment appears to be working." She happily announced, but then changed track at Harry's wondering expression. "I take it you have no memory of anything prior to waking up?"

Harry shook his head, still confused as to what was happening.

"Don't worry. I'll go get the Headmaster and the Doctor and they will explain everything to you in more detail."

With that said, she hurried out of the room, leaving Harry feeling somewhat better as he would finally get some answers. He didn't need to wait long before the door opened again and in walked Albus Dumbledore and a person who had ruined Harry's life.

"You!" He spat at Tom Riddle, who was indeed the man who had entered with Dumbledore, appearing as he had fifty years ago.

"I see his hostility towards me still is present. Perhaps I should wait outside while you explain everything Headmaster?" Riddle asked Dumbledore.

The Headmaster nodded and Riddle left as Dumbledore took a seat next to the bed.

"Tell me Harry. What is the last thing you remember?" He asked the boy kindly.

Harry leaned back and tried to pull the details up, but it seemed like it was a lifetime ago and a lot of it seemed blurry, almost dream like to him.

"I…I was in the Great hall at Hogwarts. Voldemort and myself were just getting ready for the final showdown. The last thing I remember was our spells smashing into themselves and nothing after that. Then I woke up here. What is going on sir?" Harry asked him.

Albus sighed.

"Harry. I am sorry to tell you this, but what you remember is nothing more than a hallucination brought upon by severe emotional distress." Albus told him.'

Harry frowned momentarily before responding.

"Your saying that the last seven years that I remember have been nothing more than delusions of a shattered mind?" He asked pointedly.

Albus paused before answering.

"Yes and no. When you…had your little spell, your mind took familiar things and added the magic aspect you have been speaking about these last six months and cobbled them together. In essance Harry, you have been classified as clinically insane."

Harry closed his eyes briefly before he responded.

"So what happened? Why am I so disoriented and not seeing things like I was?"

"It is in part because of the breakthrough made by Dr Riddle. He slowly over time began to break you out of your protective barrier you threw up and forcing your mind back into reality. It was a combination of hypnotic treatments along with medication and familiar individuals helping to enforce the fact that your world you created was false." Albus explained.

Harry felt tears well up in his eyes and was silent for a few minutes before he responded.

"So I went crazy, What caused it?"

The answer was not what he expected.

"The death of your parents last year. Your Aunt and Uncle were worried and placed you in our care."

Harry took a deep breath and began his questions.

"So who were some of these people you used in the treatment. Obviously, they would be people I could trust in explicable. So…are Ron and Hermione even real?" He asked with a sense of foreboding.

Dumbledore however, seemed pleased with the progress of the conversation.

"No. They are real." He answered, still happy that everything seemed to be working out just the way the treatment plan should be. "Miss Granger will be most happy that the treatments seem to be working."

"Well, she is my best friend." Harry answered.

Albus frowned and marked down a few notes before continuing the conversation.

"I see. Well. You'll be happy to hear that everything appears to be working. If your progress keeps up, then you'll be out of here soon enough. Now, I believe Dr Riddle wishes to speak with you." He rose from his seat and left as Tom Riddle walked in.

"Well, Harry. You should know that you have come along way in the past month. By my estimates, you'll be back to your old self soon enough." He paused before continuing. "Do you have any questions?"

Harry looked at the man, and tried his best to control his anger at the man, and was surprised that it felt hollow. He sighed and shook his head.

"No Doc. Thanks. I'm sorry if I did anything stupid. Just wish I remembered what the Hell happened is all."

Riddle smiled kindly and rose to his feet.

"Don't worry Harry. We're going to help you. You've already shown amazing progress over the last two weeks. If this keeps going the way it has, you'll be back out with your friends and back in society. I owe you that much Harry." Riddle said as he released the straps on Harry's wrists and ankles.

Harry slowly sat up and rubbed the bridge of his nose briefly before looking back at Riddle.

"Did you know my parents?" he asked.

Tom nodded.

"In passing. Professor Dumbledore was a long time family friend to the Potters. He also took me under his wing when I first started out here. Your parents were good people, Harry. They did so much for the community." He smiled and handed Harry his glasses. "You'll remember them soon enough Harry. Trust me."

With that, Tom left the room as Harry sat in silence, contemplating what he had just learned. Was it possible the last six years had simply been a figment of his shattered mind over the last six months? He had to admit it was possible. But a nasty thought appeared in his head. What if this was a trick by Riddle? Hadn't he been told he was a master of the mind arts? Harry decided that if he kept that train of thought, he would indeed drive himself crazy. He'd just wait and see if anything seemed wrong beyond what could be considered crazy. Harry laid back on his bed. This seemed too real to him to be an illusion, but so did his other life. Maybe once he spoke to Ron and Hermione, he'd be able to figure it out. A small click of his door opening caught his attention and he looked over to see a rather disgruntled man in white looking at him with a tired look in his eyes.

"It's chow time Potter."

Harry almost did a double take before he realized who the man was, at least his name.

"Professor Snape?" He asked tentivly.

The man simply watched him with tired eyes and gestured for him to follow. Harry slowly rose from his bed and followed him to the chow hall where people Harry saw were truly insane. One man was talking to his fork like it was a phone. And a woman was trying to build something out of mashed potatoes. Harry made his way to the table and dropped down at an empty seat and began to eat his food slowly once he got it and kept his gaze looking around the room. Everything just seemed so surreal. He ate quickly as the room made him uncomfortable and left only to run into Albus as he was escorted to the common area by Snape.

"I can take him from here Severus."

Snape simply turned and left. Seems something's were still similar. Harry followed Albus and was surprised to be lead to a room made for family to visit the less insane members. What really shocked him was seeing the Dursleys sitting at the table, looking at him with happiness and concern. Or in Vernon's case, apprehension. Harry sent them a small smile, still wondering just how different they were then how his memories showed. Petunia rose and walked over to him before stopping within arms reach and sent him a hesitant smile.

"Hello Harry." She almost whispered.

"Aunt Petunia."

She seemed to take strength from his recognition of her, and pulled him into a warm hug before pulling back, tears in her eyes.

"Oh Harry. It's so good to hear that you're doing so much better. Professor Dumbledore says you are confused as to what happened, but we can fill you in on that."

Harry nodded and allowed himself to be lead to the table and sat next to Dudley who eyed him almost as if he would bite him.

"What's wrong Dudley? It's only been six months since I saw you last." Harry told him.

"Two months and last time I saw you, you shoved me down shouting expecto something." Dudley told him.

Harry felt embarrassed at this statement and muttered an apology as Vernon grinned slightly.

"Nice to see you're getting better boy. Been too quiet these last few months with you gone. I need my football chum back." Vernon joked.

Harry looked up at him and nodded.

"I'm sorry. I really can't remember anything other than the life I thought I had lived. I really don't know how things were." He replied.

Vernon waved it off.

"It'll come back to you. Now. How are you?" Vernon asked.

Harry shrugged.

"About as good as could be. Looking forward to seeing Ron and Hermione."

Vernon sent him a knowing look.

"I bet you can't wait to see her again, can you?" He chuckled.

Harry was confused by his statement.

"Well, she is my best friend. Wait…is there…is there something going on between us?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Maybe if this was false, it wouldn't be so bad. Petunia and Vernon looked at each other uneasily before Vernon responded.

"Maybe we should just change the subject for now." He suggested.

The conversation went on for thirty or so minutes before Albus returned and informed them visiting hours had come to a close. The Dursleys promised to bring Ron and Hermione around next visit so he could talk to them. Harry bid them farewell and followed Albus back to his room, all the while taking everything in, slowly starting to truly believe that maybe he did go crazy. If that was the case, he wanted to learn about what his life was before hand. The prospect that the world was sitting on his shoulders, was a highly appealing and he liked the feeling of the possibility of a normal life. But something in the back of his head kept him from completely falling for this seemingly perfect life. He had a feeling in his gut and he'd just see what happened…