Upon waking, the first thing Will did was take stock of his surroundings. He was laying in a hospital bed and had an IV hooked up to his arm. There seemed to be a machine monitoring him as well, because not long after he woke a nurse came in to check on him. After that there was a flurry of motion with doctors and nurses running in and out, asking him questions and checking his vitals. He played along as best he could, answering their questions about how he was feeling best he could, but faking amnesia for the rest. The medical staff seemed both relieved and confused. For him to have been in such a sudden coma, and for him to come out of it so suddenly as well, with no memory on top of that was some kind of medical mystery apparently.

It also didn't take long for Will's parents to arrive as well. They had obviously been coached by the doctors, because they both introduced themselves. His mother looked like she had recently cried. His father gave him a sad look when he thought Will wasn't looking. Upon seeing them Will burst into tears. Everything was so overwhelming! All of the emotions he should have been feeling since his death came back with a vengeance, and he cried. He cried for his previous family members, ones he wouldn't see for a long time and must be hurting without him. He cried for his new family, who didn't even know their real son was gone, and was replaced by an impostor, why had he thought this was a good idea? And he cried for himself. All of the things he'd planned to do with his old life were never going to happen now.

His new parents were shocked, but quickly comforted him. His mum pulled him into a hug and ran a hand through his hair. Will thought he heard a few tears from her as well. His dad sat next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. They just held him and let him cry until he was exhausted. He pretended to fall asleep, and his parents laid him down again. He took the time to gather his thoughts as they spoke softly to each other.

One of the things that had been so shocking about seeing his new parents was that he remembered them. It seemed that some of Will's memories were still here in his head. That was helpful, if somewhat distressing. He could only remember bits and pieces, but maybe some more would come back after he settled in? He opened his eyes again.

His mum was a pretty thirty-something brunette, with shoulder length curly hair and a kind disposition. He took after her the most in looks, including her blue eyes and curly hair, but had his dad's auburn hair color and freckles. His dad was average height, and his mum was a bit short.

His mum noticed him looking at her and smiled at him, wiping her sleeve across her eyes, "Oh, we thought you fell asleep. Are you alright now?"

Will flushed, his mind going back to his little breakdown before, "I'm sorry about that, I'm not sure what happened." He figured it was probably best to let them come up with their own theories on why he had been so upset.

"It's okay, sweetie, we don't mind," She replied, moving over to place her hand on top of his, "It's part of being a parent."

"I remember you, you know," Will said, "It's only bits and pieces but I definitely remember you," he turned to look at his dad, "Both of you."

His dad looked visibly relieved, "Really? You do? That's really good to hear, son. We were worried about how you might feel, being taken care of by virtual strangers."

His mother smiled at him and squeezed his hand, "You'll have to stay here a little while longer, but once the doctors get all of your testing done you'll be able to come home again, okay?"

"Okay!" Will agreed, smiling up at her.

It didn't take long for the doctors to okay him to leave the Hospital. Apparently he was in a lot better shape than they'd originally thought, but he'd still have to go to physical therapy for a while to get his muscles back in shape. As his father carried him to the car, he waved to the nurses who had run him through all of his testing. The nurses smiled and waved back as the Hospital doors closed.

After a bit of a drive, he saw a familiar house approach out the car window. "Is that it?" He asked, pointing. They'd been playing a bit of a game on the way back, the 'guess which house is our house' game. So far, this was the only house that felt right.

"Yep!" His dad said proudly, "Home sweet home! Good one, kiddo!" Dad turned the wheel to pull into the driveway, and after they pulled the car in, got out to open Will's door. Will reached his arms out to his dad, and he lifted him up, balancing him on his hip.

"Aren't I heavy?" Will asked as his dad carried him up the front steps, his mum hurrying to open the front door for them.

"Nope! You're pretty light, actually." Dad said, setting him on the couch in the living room.

'Probably because of the weight I lost in my 'coma'.' Will thought, frowning slightly. This whole thing still felt weird to him, essentially taking someone else's life for his own. He tried to rationalize it in that if he hadn't, the body would have gone unused for the rest of its life, however long that was.

Right then, distracting him from his thoughts, two familiar kids ran in. One was a boy, a bit younger than Will, and the other was a girl, much younger. These must be his siblings that his parents had told him about. Liam, and Alice. Liam was a year younger, currently eight, and Alice was four years younger, currently five.

"Will!" Alice shrieked, rushing over, "You're alright!" She'd probably been coached by their parents, because all she did was grab his hand, even though it looked at first like she was going to throw herself at him for a hug.

"'Course he's alright, mum and dad said so, didn't they?" Liam said, walking over more sedately. He looked like he was trying to play it cool, but was just as excited.

"It's good to see you guys," Will smiled, "I've missed you." Alice beamed, and Liam looked embarrassed.

"Alright, break it up," Mum called from the kitchen, "It's getting close to dinner time, so all of you go wash your hands."

Will started to stand up, but his father stopped him. "Sorry Will, but you're not to be walking on your own yet. We'll be getting you a wheelchair tomorrow, and I'm afraid you'll have to use it for a while."

Will nodded as his father wiped his hands with a washcloth, "I figured something like that would happen, yeah."

Dad finished wiping Will's hands and lifted him to carry him into the kitchen for dinner. He smiled at Will, shaking his head, "You were always smart like that Will. I've missed you, you know? We're all glad to have you back."

Will felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, but managed to smile back at his new Dad. "Thanks, I've missed you guys too."

Later that night, Will struggled to fall asleep. As he looked at the plastic glow-in-the-dark stars glued to his ceiling, he wrestled with the feeling of guilt he was carrying. It was odd, being in an entirely new place but having it feel so familiar at the same time. It was like Deja vu, but continuously, a constant itching in the back of his mind. Hopefully that feeling would go away soon.

He rolled over, the effort making him strain a little. Physical Therapy should help with that, but for now he felt as weak as a newborn kitten. He was also exhausted. Yawning, Will snuggled into his pillow. Maybe it wouldn't be as hard to fall asleep as he thought. He closed his eyes.

The next thing he was aware of he was floating in the air above his bed. Surprised, he looked down to see Will's body sleeping soundly. There was also a glowing cord attached to his sleeping chest. As he followed it, he noticed it connected to his chest, and that his chest was a glowing downwards triangle. He reached to grab the cord, surprised, but noticed that his arms were glowing lines as well, ending in points made of light. He'd taken a form similar to his Grandma's form.

Floating over to a mirror, he saw the room reflected back at him, with his body still in bed, but couldn't see his current form. Astral projection? That was….interesting. Moving over to the door he paused to try to turn the handle but his hand went right through. Oh, duh. He passed through the door and followed the sound of quiet voices to the living room downstairs.

He paused at the top of the stairs, afraid to be seen by his new family.

"We'll have to move," His mother was saying, "This house isn't wheelchair accessible, and he'll need to use one for at least a month."

"We can talk to the kids about it later," His dad replied, "Right now I'm just glad everyone is back together. As far as I'm concerned, this is a miracle. He was in a vegetative state, that doctor had told us to consider taking him off life support."

"I probably shouldn't have yelled at him about that," His mother sighed, "I was nowhere near ready to consider something that drastic."

"If you hadn't yelled, I would have," his father replied, somewhat upset, "That doctor had a horrible bedside manner. He wasn't even delicate about it."

Mum paused, "Were you considering it?"

"No, not even close. Will's a fighter, I knew he'd get through this."

Will suddenly realized that his parent's voices were getting closer. He swiveled around to see his parents at the bottom of the stairs looking straight at him. He froze. They kept moving towards him. Frozen, Will tried to open his mouth to explain, but then realized he didn't even have one. So preoccupied with trying to figure out how to speak, he didn't notice his parents getting even closer until his dad passed right through him. Will turned around again to see his father shiver a bit.

"Cold?" His mother asked.

"No," His father said, confused, before chuckling, "It feels like someone walked over my grave."

Will took that as his cue to get back to bed, and flew back to his room. He laid down in exactly the position his body was in, and with a weird suction feeling, he fell back into his body and was immediately asleep.

After waking up the next day, he lay in bed for a while, planning. (And waiting for his dad to get him out of bed.)

Hopefully he'd be able to convince his parents to move to Little Whinging. The place seemed nice enough, if you didn't mind boring. Maybe they'd be able to find a house for sale that is wheelchair accessible. One of the things he wanted to do was give Harry Potter a friend. When he read the books originally, one of the things he'd felt the worst about was just how lonely Harry was. He decided to bring up the moving conversation to his parents when the electric wheelchair arrived that morning.

As he sat on the couch, and his father set up the wheelchair, Will saw his moment.

"This house isn't very wheelchair friendly, is it?" He asked, trying his best innocent kid voice.

"No, it's not," Dad said, sighing. "We were thinking about moving houses anyway, this one is a bit small for us now with three kids."

"Where to? Somewhere nearby?" asked Will, cocking his head to the side.

"Well," Dad paused, "Somewhere a bit closer to where your mum works would be nice, and somewhere with a good schooling system."

Will had no idea where his mum worked. "What about Little Whinging? I heard it's pretty nice there."

His dad nodded. "Yes, that was one of the places we were considering, an- wait, why did you bring that up?" He looked up at Will, curiously.

Thinking quickly, Will replied, "One of the nurses at the hospital was talking about it, she said that the schools there were pretty good, and the neighborhood is lovely."

"Hmm," his dad said, "I'll talk to your mother about it and we'll see what she thinks."

Mum must have liked the idea because it was only about a week later that they were moving into a nice-sized, wheelchair accessible, large-family friendly house at the address of Number 7, Magnolia Crescent, Little Whinging, Surrey.