Harry's Shock **hot of the press**
**dedicated to the makers of the humble, beautiful Porsche, Karl and hi darthie!!**
"Huh.where am I?" Harry sat bolt upright in bed. This wasn't his dormitory. This wasn't even his room at the Dursley's. He glanced around, and instantly he knew that this was a wizard or witch's house, by the Quidditch posters around the bedroom and the moving photographs. The blue wallpaper was cracked and peeling, the bedspread had wands and stars on it. Whose house was this? Harry wondered. He glanced down. The pyjamas he was wearing were not his pyjamas either. He swung his legs put of the bed and stood up. He stretched, and walked over to the window and drew back the curtains. He sucked his breath in. The view was magnificent, overlooking snowy mountains and lakes with cool, clear blue water and white sandy beaches. A herd of unicorns grazed, undisturbed beneath Harry's window. Harry withdrew his head, opened the door and peered outside. There was a landing with four doors on the left and four on the right, his door being the second door on the right hand side. In the middle there was a flight of stairs going downstairs, another flight going up.
He ventured outside his door and his feet sank into lush cream coloured carpet. He walked a little further, and opened the next door, the first on the right. He opened it to find a small bathroom. He took this opportunity to empty his bladder, wash his hands and survey himself in the mirror. His hand flew up to his face. His hair was neatly cut short, his face clean shaven. Harry wiped his hands off on a towel, and left the room.
He decided to go downstairs. "Hello" he called "Is anyone here?" He reached the bottom of the stairs, and found himself in a dining room. In the adjoining kitchen he could hear a man singing. "Gimme gimme gimme the honky-tonk blues!" "Excuse me, sir."Harry started, then the man turned around. "Dumbledore?" Exclaimed Harry. "Harry!! You're awake!" Dumbledore did something he would have not usually done, and threw his arms around Harry. "Professor, I don't know where I am, but." "Harry, Harry, don't fret, my dear boy. You're at my home, and you will be for a while yet, because.well, because after your overdose, I adopted you!" "Overdose? You did what? Does this mean I don't have to live with the Dursley's anymore? What happened to Sirius? Does this mean-" "Patience, patience my boy. All in good time, what, what."Dumbledore paused. "Don't you remember anything?" He asked. "I remember.the end of school.then.sorry, nothing. How did I get here? Did I have an accident?" Dumbledore paused, thinking quickly. If the boy couldn't remember about young Cho Chang, he would not tell him. He had seen how he had reacted after Cho was . The overdose must have affected his memory. But he would tell as close to the truth as possible. "Harry.I don't know how to tell you this. Voldemort attacked you last year, on the train back home.this time you weren't so lucky.and a student.a student was killed by Voldemort." "A student? Which student?" gasped Harry. "You wouldn't know her, she was older than you.anyway, Harry, you were in shock after this.and you weren't quite yourself, you see. One night at the Dursley's, you raided their cupboard.and overdosed on sleeping pills." "I.what?" Harry hung his head low. "No.not me." "You were in a coma, Harry, your aunt and uncle didn't know what to do. I offered to take responsibility for you. I adopted you, Harry. That was four months ago now." "I've been in a coma for four months?" "Yes, Harry, it was nearly the end of you. You were in Saint Mungo's for a month or so, but eventually you were allowed back here.you were in a coma, but very much alive, you see, they needed your bed.you can go back to school next week, if you feel up to it." "yes.Hermione?Ron?Ginny?" "All fine but very worried."Dumbledore realized he had to make sure Cho's death was kept quiet. "Harry, here have some toast.nothing to much now I'm afraid, as you've just woke up.don't want to bulk you up too much, do we?"
Harry sat, chewing his toast. He knew better than to press Dumbledore for the name of the girl. As long as it wasn't. Harry fell of his chair, clutching his scar and writhing. Cho!He remembered! It was his lovely Cho whom Voldemort had butchered. He stood up. "Professor.I remember..it was Cho.tell me, Im wrong, please." Dumbledore frowned. "Yes, you re right, im sorry Harry.But she wouldn't want you to throw your life away." "Throw my life away?"Harry scorned. "No, I don't intend to through my life away. I am going to avenge voldemort. I won't stop until my hands are covered with his blood. Then I will make him PAY!!!!!"
**dedicated to the makers of the humble, beautiful Porsche, Karl and hi darthie!!**
"Huh.where am I?" Harry sat bolt upright in bed. This wasn't his dormitory. This wasn't even his room at the Dursley's. He glanced around, and instantly he knew that this was a wizard or witch's house, by the Quidditch posters around the bedroom and the moving photographs. The blue wallpaper was cracked and peeling, the bedspread had wands and stars on it. Whose house was this? Harry wondered. He glanced down. The pyjamas he was wearing were not his pyjamas either. He swung his legs put of the bed and stood up. He stretched, and walked over to the window and drew back the curtains. He sucked his breath in. The view was magnificent, overlooking snowy mountains and lakes with cool, clear blue water and white sandy beaches. A herd of unicorns grazed, undisturbed beneath Harry's window. Harry withdrew his head, opened the door and peered outside. There was a landing with four doors on the left and four on the right, his door being the second door on the right hand side. In the middle there was a flight of stairs going downstairs, another flight going up.
He ventured outside his door and his feet sank into lush cream coloured carpet. He walked a little further, and opened the next door, the first on the right. He opened it to find a small bathroom. He took this opportunity to empty his bladder, wash his hands and survey himself in the mirror. His hand flew up to his face. His hair was neatly cut short, his face clean shaven. Harry wiped his hands off on a towel, and left the room.
He decided to go downstairs. "Hello" he called "Is anyone here?" He reached the bottom of the stairs, and found himself in a dining room. In the adjoining kitchen he could hear a man singing. "Gimme gimme gimme the honky-tonk blues!" "Excuse me, sir."Harry started, then the man turned around. "Dumbledore?" Exclaimed Harry. "Harry!! You're awake!" Dumbledore did something he would have not usually done, and threw his arms around Harry. "Professor, I don't know where I am, but." "Harry, Harry, don't fret, my dear boy. You're at my home, and you will be for a while yet, because.well, because after your overdose, I adopted you!" "Overdose? You did what? Does this mean I don't have to live with the Dursley's anymore? What happened to Sirius? Does this mean-" "Patience, patience my boy. All in good time, what, what."Dumbledore paused. "Don't you remember anything?" He asked. "I remember.the end of school.then.sorry, nothing. How did I get here? Did I have an accident?" Dumbledore paused, thinking quickly. If the boy couldn't remember about young Cho Chang, he would not tell him. He had seen how he had reacted after Cho was . The overdose must have affected his memory. But he would tell as close to the truth as possible. "Harry.I don't know how to tell you this. Voldemort attacked you last year, on the train back home.this time you weren't so lucky.and a student.a student was killed by Voldemort." "A student? Which student?" gasped Harry. "You wouldn't know her, she was older than you.anyway, Harry, you were in shock after this.and you weren't quite yourself, you see. One night at the Dursley's, you raided their cupboard.and overdosed on sleeping pills." "I.what?" Harry hung his head low. "No.not me." "You were in a coma, Harry, your aunt and uncle didn't know what to do. I offered to take responsibility for you. I adopted you, Harry. That was four months ago now." "I've been in a coma for four months?" "Yes, Harry, it was nearly the end of you. You were in Saint Mungo's for a month or so, but eventually you were allowed back here.you were in a coma, but very much alive, you see, they needed your bed.you can go back to school next week, if you feel up to it." "yes.Hermione?Ron?Ginny?" "All fine but very worried."Dumbledore realized he had to make sure Cho's death was kept quiet. "Harry, here have some toast.nothing to much now I'm afraid, as you've just woke up.don't want to bulk you up too much, do we?"
Harry sat, chewing his toast. He knew better than to press Dumbledore for the name of the girl. As long as it wasn't. Harry fell of his chair, clutching his scar and writhing. Cho!He remembered! It was his lovely Cho whom Voldemort had butchered. He stood up. "Professor.I remember..it was Cho.tell me, Im wrong, please." Dumbledore frowned. "Yes, you re right, im sorry Harry.But she wouldn't want you to throw your life away." "Throw my life away?"Harry scorned. "No, I don't intend to through my life away. I am going to avenge voldemort. I won't stop until my hands are covered with his blood. Then I will make him PAY!!!!!"