Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I am not JK Rowling

Potential trigger warnings (for throughout the book): Abuse, Neglect, Panic Attacks, Anxiety (most of these depictions won't be at all graphic, and if they ever are I'll make sure to put a trigger warning at the start of the chapter.

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White, white floors, white ceilings, white walls, white everywhere. That was the first thing Harry Potter saw when he woke up. When he was seven years old his abusive uncle went too far, he hit him over the head with a baseball bat, cracking his skull and causing him to fall down the stairs.

Harry had been knocked unconscious, and after multiple hours of laying there on the floor the Dursleys started to realise he might never make up, so they reluctantly called the hospital, already planning an excuse to try and explain what had happened. They played the part well when the paramedics came, Petunia crying in fear (maybe she wasn't pretending? maybe she'd realised her mistakes? maybe she didn't want the only link left to her sister to disappear?), and Dudley hid behind Petunia, also crying, scared as he had no idea what was happening.

"He fell down the stairs!" Petunia had wailed hysterically.

Vernon wasn't at the house when the ambulance came. He went to go hide away the bat which had splintered, breaking in half with drops of his nephew's blood on it. Hiding the evidence of the abuse.

Harry was taken by ambulance and had to have extensive brain surgery, during which they found splinters of wood in his head. The Dursleys lie had been unravelled and with that the police and family services were called.

His uncle, Vernon Dursley, had been sentenced to five years in prison, and his aunt, Petunia Dursley, spent two years in prison (and divorced her husband in the process, realising and recognising her mistakes - it was too late). His cousin, Dudley Dursley, was sent to a foster home, they tried hard to reverse the parenting of Vernon, teach him that physical violence was never okay, teach him that his anger was acceptable but that it was something that he had to learn to control. They put Dudley on a diet, trying to rescue him from the complications that him being dangerously overweight could lead to, hoping that Vernon and Petunia's terrible parenting didn't leave their child at risk of heart failure and diabetes.

Harry wasn't so lucky. He didn't wake up after his surgery and instead spent over two years in a coma. He spent two birthdays in the hospital, surround by ventilators and doctors, unable to open his eyes and speak. When Harry finally did wake up, now aged 9 years old, he had to undergo extensive physical therapy, learning how to walk again, talk again. Luckily he was young, and children can be almost supernaturally resilient. He made nearly a full recovery in six months but there was still one problem.

Harry was now ten years old but he had no one to go home to, he'd woken up, and the only people who were with him then were the hospital staff, the nurses and the doctors, his physical therapist and mental therapist. The problem with the child was where to put him. The hospital had been his home for over two years.

His aunt had committed suicide around two months after she was released from prison, she had been going through huge bouts of depression, anxiety - she couldn't find a job, had no money, didn't have a home, she wasn't allowed to see her son, nor was she allowed to see her nephew and apologise for her wrongdoings. She felt that she'd failed her sister, she'd failed her nephew, and she'd failed her own son. She felt no want or desire to stay in the cruel world she'd made so many mistakes in, and took her own life.

Harry obviously couldn't go back to Vernon Dursley, and Dudley's adopted parents couldn't afford to take in another child, especially one who had so many medical issues which could potentially be very expensive. Harry also couldn't go through the foster system, as the doctors were worried that it was too bad for his health, both mental and physical, and it was agreed that it was too dangerous.

It was eventually decided that he would stay with one of the doctors who'd been looking after him for the past three years, Dr Reynolds was a distinguished doctor, who's wife had died almost four years ago, whilst she was pregnant with his son. Dr Reynolds had offered to take the boy in and there was no reason not to, and no alternatives either.

Luke Reynolds was a tall man, with neatly cut brown hair, and a tanned face, he had startling blue eyes and a charming smile, one which at the time was not used too much. He might not have sounded like the ideal person to become Harry's parent, but he was a doctor, who could help, and wanted a child, and he was at heart a good man.

He'd been with Harry from the start, from when he was admitted into hospital, to when he woke up, confused and scared. He had nursed Harry back to health, and the two had grown a fondness for each other, Luke finding the son he'd never had, and Harry finding the father figure he needed and desired so much.

Luke, with Harry's consent of course, legally adopted Harry, and though Harry did not yet consider Luke his father he still trusted him and saw him as his guardian, he knew Luke would always protect him and never harm him. With the adoption Harry chose to change his name to Harry Reynolds, having no desire to have a link to neither his drunk parents who'd died in a car crash, nor for his relatives, which the name Potter reminded him off.

Harry had a private tutor and relatively quickly caught up to where he was meant to be in academics, he was an intelligent child, something which shone through now he didn't have to have the constant fear of Vernon Dursley beating him for doing better than Dudley in school. He had a particular love of history but his desire to be a doctor and help out children who were in similar situations to him and desperately needed help was more important to him.

Luke caught him up on all the events that had been happening around the world, and the two bonded quickly over a mutual love of football. Harry was quite fast, experienced from all the times he had to run away from his relatives (perhaps the one positive that had come from Dudley's bullying) and Luke had once played for an academy team. When he was younger, the now distinguished doctor had wanted to be a professional football player, but unfortunately bad luck had struck and he had a serious knee injury, and with that his parents had found a way to push him into medicine and sciences. Having adopted Harry, Luke started to take shorter shifts at the hospital, shifting his focus to the boy who he was gradually coming to consider as a son, and slowly began to heal from the wounds that his deceased wife and child had left him.

Harry stayed in private education, but was going to go to a school in September, as him and his father had agreed that it would be better as he could get friends, and give him a more 'normal' life. It was as he was touring a secondary school the first weird - abnormal - thing in his memory happened. A big, bulky boy probably around two years older than Harry was bullying a smaller, scrawny boy, Harry suddenly started to feel really angry, there was a large engraved crest above the bully's head, and as Harry got angrier the lion in the middle suddenly roared really loudly, jumping out of the frame and chasing the boy down the hall, before slowly returning and getting back into the engraved crest.

No one could explain what had just happened, and all Harry knew was that, somehow, in some bizarre way he had caused it to happen, however none of the staff realised this, and neither had Luke. When they had returned home Harry to Luke what had happened, how he had seen the boy being bullied and had gotten angry, and how he had an odd suspicion that he was the one who caused it. Luke struggled to fully believe him, but considering how insane the image of a stone lion chasing a boy down a hallway was burnt into his head he decided to give Harry the benefit of the doubt, and trust him. The only reasonable theory that Luke could come up with was that something strange had happened when Harry was put in the coma, there were small cases of medical marvels - mainly he'd heard of patients who woke up and suddenly knew a different language, or now had an eidetic memory - but none like this, but it was the only rational idea the doctor could think of.

That was the biggest 'odd happening' which Harry had caused, and the first, in the next few months Harry had caused other small abnormal things to happen, he turned someone's hat blue and turned his father's hair pink - much to the doctor's embarrassment and disgruntlement. Neither father nor son could see any reason why this was happening, and only on Harry's eleventh birthday was it explained.

A stern woman with old fashioned clothing had knocked on their door, Luke had let her in and they all sat in the living room. "Are you Mr Harry Reynolds?" She had asked and in response to the "Yes ma'am." she had handed Luke a letter, which he and Harry read in astonishment.

"Are you serious?" Harry asked sceptically, to which the no nonsense women nodded.

"Deadly." She deadpanned.

"This makes no sense. I'm not a wizard - I can't be a wizard, because wizards don't exist. If magic existed we'd all know about it. This is insane-" Harry rambled on, disbelief present in his expression and his tone.

"This is not funny." Luke told her sternly. "Whatever hoax this is you should take it to somebody else, and leave my house." He ordered her, standing up as if to start shepherding her out of the room."

"I can assure you, Mr Reynolds that I am not lying to you."

"Prove it is true and we will take it seriously." The doctor replied, not expecting for a second that she'd take him up on her offer - what was she going to do, pull out a wand and say abracadabra?

The professor slowly took out a mahogany stick, muttered something and waved it around a bit causing the fire in the room to suddenly light up with soothing amber flames.

Well... she didn't say abracadabra.

The doctor's mind was whirring around at 100 miles per hour. Every rational bone in his body was telling him to get this woman out of the door, or call up a mental institution and get her admitted, but a small part of him wondered. It did seem to explain the mysterious events which had been occurring, and it did seem like quite an odd thing, that she'd come to their door and known Harry's name, his new name, and she had waved a stick and his fireplace that he hadn't used in years was suddenly filled with flames.

"Oh my god." Luke whispered, shocked. This went against everything - everything - he believed in and had learnt in his medical career. The fact that according to this women his son, - Harry -, would be able to do this, that Harry was a wizard who could do magic was starting to make him think that maybe he was the one who should be in the mental institution.

The doctor wasn't the only one to be in disbelief over this, Harry had his hands in his face. "Why me? Why can't I just be normal, haven't I gone through enough?" He asked desperately, his voice hoarse. Luke quickly put a reassuring arm around him gently brushing his hand along Harry's arm in circles, like his wife used to do for him when he was stressed or had had a hard day at the hospital. "Please tell me this is a joke." He pleaded towards the older, stern looking lady who simply stared back sympathetically as the boy's entire world was unravelled. For the second time.

"Hey, its okay, maybe its not a bad thing Harry, maybe this is good, its magic Harry!" Luke said, trying to be excited for his adopted son and distract him from his building anxiety - worried that Harry would have a panic attack with this overloading of information - whilst also struggling himself as the information he had just received was extremely overwhelming.

"I don't know, I don't know." Harry repeated under his breath, "I just want to be normal." He stated, trying to sound confident (but failing).

"Mr Reynolds." The stern woman started, "I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, I work at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, magic is a wonderful thing Mr Reynolds, and can be used in the most amazing ways, Mr Reynolds, you are special, you are a wizard, that is most certainly not a bad thing at all."

"I guess," Harry said meekly, "But what are you here for, I doubt you're here to just tell me that I can do magic."

"You are indeed correct, I am here to offer you a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the finest school for learning the art of magic in the whole of Europe, and some say in the entire world."

"Bloody hell." Luke said, leaning back in his seat.

"You're saying there's a school for people like me... for wizards?" Harry asked, wincing as he said the 'w' word, as though saying it meant he was admitting it was real - which at the moment kind of felt like he was admitting he was crazy, and a freak like his uncle had called him so many times.

"Yes." The Professor replied. "There's around 80 people looking to be admitted into what would be your year in September. 80 people your age who are looking to study magic at Hogwarts, many of them like you - first generation wizards, which is to mean that you are the first people in your family tree to have magic. Many who have also felt this disbelief, and shock, and probably who all thought I was insane." The professor explained, reassuring Harry that he was not alone in how he was feeling right now.

"And I can just go to this school? There's no exams or, I don't know, test where I have to prove that I'm a wizard?" Harry asked.

"Yes Mr Reynolds, you can just come to this school, no exams are necessary. In your life, have abnormal, unexplainable things happened, things which don't make sense no matter what way you look at them? Maybe you dyed your hair or somehow some sweets randomly appeared in your pocket?" She asked and Harry nodded, reminiscing with a grin the time Luke's hair had suddenly turned pink after he'd beaten Harry in a game of football.

Harry looked at his father, who nodded softly back at him, silently saying that the decision was all his, and that he would not stop Harry if he wanted to explore this.

"Tell me more?" Harry asked Minerva shyly, the professor smiled and began to tell him all about the wonders of the world of magic.