Chapter 3

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Harry woke surrounded by something soft and a beeping sound once or twice every second, He didn't want to open his eyes, his scar was prickling uncomfortably and his leg was throbbing. Something was around the top of his arm. He heard the familiar voice of Uncle Vernon arguing with a woman he didn't recognise.

"Mr Dursley, are you sure you don't want to go through with the surgery? His leg might never be the same again. It is quite necessary.. However you will have to pay for it, this treatmentis not available on the NHS"

"He will not be having any further treatment, I will not be paying for it, just patch him up and we will sort the rest out ourselves"

"We will wait until he wakes up, he may need to stay in overnight and we don't know how bad his head injury is yet"

Harry immediately knew where he was. He was in the muggle hospital. He opened his eyes. Everything was the same shade of light blue and the light hurt his head. Harry tried to sit up.

"You are awake, let me raise the bed so you can sit up" the nurse who spoke was blonde haired and had a smart blue uniform on. She smiled reassuringly at him. "comfortable?". Harry nodded. "Ok good, I'd just like to ask a few questions if that's ok? Firstly, what is your name and date of birth? Also what is todays date" this was a weird question, he would have thought Uncle Vernon must have told him but he replied anyway.

"My name is Harry James Potter and I was born on 31/07/1980. Today it is 30/071995" she nodded and smiled

"Do you remember what happened?" She asked. Harry thought about it for a moment he remembered running from Dudley's gang but couldn't remember anything else so he replied

"I was running, I ran through an alleyway and onto a road but I don't remember anything else"

"Alright, that's a lot better than I thought, Mr Potter. You were run over by a car, you just ran across the road, the driver couldn't stop. You have been unconscious for a couple of hours, however, you have been pretty lucky. You have broken your leg badly and you for some reason the ligaments which hold it together had been disintegrated before the incident. Your Uncle has forbidden us to do any tests and for you to go straight home in a knee brace. Do you object to this course of treatment? Or we can help fix your leg"

Harry suddenly realised why his leg had been so sore over the last few weeks and why it had been collapsing, the venom had been destroying his leg from the inside. He knew he couldn't let them do any tests and that Madame Pomfery would be able to help him. He needed to get out of here as quickly as possible. "I do not object to this conclusion, I need to get out of here as soon as possible. I have something very important to do" Harry said keeping his temper

"You do understand Mr Potter if you go now we cannot help you" the nurse exclaimed. Harry nodded and gave her a look to warn her he could get nasty. "Alright, we will get a physiotherapist down here soon to help you use crutches and edit the brace accordingly, you are to have no weight on that leg for at least 8 weeks" Harry nodded again. The nurse then whispered "If you do need help don't hesitate to contact me, I see you are under pressure and I don't want things to get nasty with your Uncle, I will leave my telephone number in your notes" Harry glanced over at Mr Dursley he was a darker colour than earlier as if he was about to explode. Harry nodded a thanks to her and she whisked away to get the physiotherapist.

Harry was fuming with himself, how could he have let this happen. He was so stupid, he should have threatened Dudley with magic but no, he had to run. Harry didn't dare to look at his Uncle, he knew he was in trouble.

A few minutes later the nurse returned with the physiotherapist who introduced himself as Gareth and explained how to use the crutches. Gareth then helped Harry up on his good leg and supported him while he did his first few steps. Gareth commented that Harry was a natural. He soon knew how to use them and was just waiting for the doctor to do a final check-up and discharge him.

After Gareth left the doctor came to give him the once over. He was finished with his exam and then started to explain to Harry what needed to be done to maximise his recovery.

"Mr Potter, no weight is to be put on this leg for 8 weeks at least, you need to ice it to reduce swelling and take over the counter pain killers to help with the pain. After the 8 weeks start putting weight on slowly, build the strength up by doing the exercises in the notes. If you start having any other pain come back immediately. Otherwise you are free to go"

"Thank you" replied Harry. Harry then stood up and he and Mr Dursley made their way out of the hospital in a stifling silence, and got into the car. Mr Dursley exploded

"WHAT WERE YOU DOING YOU STUPID BOY! You almost got yourself killed, and what would your godfather do to us then, he's already killed 13 people, what's two more?!" Harry stared at him, the pain of his leg kicking in as Mr Dursley was speeding up the road. "You foul, lithesome, lazy son of a bitch! You have no respect at all, you are going to be locked in your room for this!"

Harry didn't reply, he didn't feel like shouting. It was his fault; he didn't look where he was going, he returned to the graveyard when he was running, why did he think of that at such a critical time. The pair stayed silent for the rest of the journey and when they returned. Harry made his way up to his room without a word, and laid on his bed. His eyes were heavy and the pillow was so soft. Harry fell for the inevitability and dozed off.

Note: I know this chapter was a little boring but it leads to the next chapter. Thank you for reading so far, I hope you have enjoyed. The next chapter will come relatively soon! Please take a few minutes to review, I would love to hear from you to improve it!