Harry Potter and the Power of Dreams
Written by the CHILDREN OF THE WHITE PADDED ROOM
HpatOotP is 53 days and counting!!!
Disclaimer: The evil faerie has been sent upon me by Ciara and is forcing me to write this! Mwahahahahahah! *cough, cough, cough* Hmmmmm.still need to work on that. Maybe the evil faerie will be kind enough to help me with that.
Quote of the day: "Winter is nature's way of saying, 'up yours!'"
A/N: See? We told you we would have it up! Ciara and Becky are currently counting minutes to Harry Potter. ~Ciara shouts from the corner of the room, "54 days and 10 minutes!"~ Yes, it is almost midnight. Look what we do for you people!!! We should be having fun, but nooo.we type, and type, and yes, do a little more typing. Well, hope you like it. Now, without further adieu.chapter two.
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Chapter Two: The Awakening
When Harry awoke, he was in what appeared to be a hospital room in London. He knew he was in London, because there was noise everywhere, and the sound that stood out was a train going by outside. The first thought to cross his mind was that Petunia had finally gotten up the nerve to report Vernon. He slowly tried to get up, but found his muscles unwilling to move. He then looked down and saw that even if he could move, sitting up would be impossible anyway, due to the many needles and tubes leading from his arms.
His breath quickened as a state of panic overtook him. The steady beeping of the heart monitor quickened and a nurse burst into the room. She busied herself with charts before realizing that he was indeed awake. At the sight of the fully awake boy, she covered her mouth to prevent a scream, and hastened out of the room, supposedly to find a doctor.
When she returned with the doctor, the nurse quickly resumed what she had been doing before she nearly had a heart attack. The doctor silently walked up to the bed, and began to speak.
"Hello, Harry! Glad to see you awake after all of this time. I must say it is a pleasant surprise to see that miracles actually can happen. We'd almost given up hope on you."
Harry gaped at the man speaking, unable to utter a word. Finally finding his voice however, he asked, in a croak, "What are you talking about?"
If the doctor had been surprised by Harry's reaction, he didn't show it. Instead, he walked slowly over to the boy's side and recounted everything.
"I can't actually say I know myself. Most people working in this hospital don't, except perhaps the residents on the fifth floor, the ones who have been working here forever and a day." The doctor smiled at his own joke before continuing, "but I've only been here for two years, and you've been here seven.
"Now, memory loss is to be expected. You had a tremendous blow to the head after falling down those stairs and the concussion you received was severe. After you'd fallen unconscious, most of the doctors said you had little to no chance of ever waking up."
He continued to talk but Harry had stopped listening long before. Seven years. Seven years ago he'd received his Hogwarts letter. But if it had been seven years ago, it had never happened. Hogwarts had never happened. His only friends weren't real.
But this couldn't be. Or could it? Harry's head was spinning with information. Feeling faint, he relaxed back onto his hospital bed and closed his eyes, feeling oddly tired from the strain of taking in too much.
The doctor must have noticed, for he suddenly stopped talking and looked more seriously at the boy before him. His face was pale and drawn, as if he'd just suffered a terrible disappointment. "You've had a stressful day. I'll leave you to catch up on your rest." He turned to leave but, as he reached the door, turned to the raven-haired boy and said, "You might have been asleep for the past four years, but it will be several long weeks until you're back to your full strength. I still count it a miracle you're looking at me now."
The man left the room still muttering to himself how unbelievable the situation was. Harry only pressed his head further into his pillow to contemplate what he'd learned. Still in denial, he fell into a thankfully dreamless sleep.
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A/N: Yes, I know, 'twas a VERY long time to leave you waiting, if anyone came back to read it. We want to promise you, real promise this time, to post within the week. Hey, at least this was a longer chapter. But, we have a really good excuse for why we haven't posted. Okay, see, it was Nicole's job to type and post, but she got these really bad migraines and her parents banned her from the computer this weekend, so, you see, she didn't really have the chance.
This is Ciara talking and I would have updated for Nicole, but I'm working on my own fic, and it's taking most of my attention right now. It's good, I've been told, so go read it. It's called When Day Fades to Night, by soleil-luna-day. Also, read The One the World Forgot by Agnei Smith. They're both good, so read them.
I'll leave now. BYE
REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
~is done~
HpatOotP is 53 days and counting!!!
Disclaimer: The evil faerie has been sent upon me by Ciara and is forcing me to write this! Mwahahahahahah! *cough, cough, cough* Hmmmmm.still need to work on that. Maybe the evil faerie will be kind enough to help me with that.
Quote of the day: "Winter is nature's way of saying, 'up yours!'"
A/N: See? We told you we would have it up! Ciara and Becky are currently counting minutes to Harry Potter. ~Ciara shouts from the corner of the room, "54 days and 10 minutes!"~ Yes, it is almost midnight. Look what we do for you people!!! We should be having fun, but nooo.we type, and type, and yes, do a little more typing. Well, hope you like it. Now, without further adieu.chapter two.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter Two: The Awakening
When Harry awoke, he was in what appeared to be a hospital room in London. He knew he was in London, because there was noise everywhere, and the sound that stood out was a train going by outside. The first thought to cross his mind was that Petunia had finally gotten up the nerve to report Vernon. He slowly tried to get up, but found his muscles unwilling to move. He then looked down and saw that even if he could move, sitting up would be impossible anyway, due to the many needles and tubes leading from his arms.
His breath quickened as a state of panic overtook him. The steady beeping of the heart monitor quickened and a nurse burst into the room. She busied herself with charts before realizing that he was indeed awake. At the sight of the fully awake boy, she covered her mouth to prevent a scream, and hastened out of the room, supposedly to find a doctor.
When she returned with the doctor, the nurse quickly resumed what she had been doing before she nearly had a heart attack. The doctor silently walked up to the bed, and began to speak.
"Hello, Harry! Glad to see you awake after all of this time. I must say it is a pleasant surprise to see that miracles actually can happen. We'd almost given up hope on you."
Harry gaped at the man speaking, unable to utter a word. Finally finding his voice however, he asked, in a croak, "What are you talking about?"
If the doctor had been surprised by Harry's reaction, he didn't show it. Instead, he walked slowly over to the boy's side and recounted everything.
"I can't actually say I know myself. Most people working in this hospital don't, except perhaps the residents on the fifth floor, the ones who have been working here forever and a day." The doctor smiled at his own joke before continuing, "but I've only been here for two years, and you've been here seven.
"Now, memory loss is to be expected. You had a tremendous blow to the head after falling down those stairs and the concussion you received was severe. After you'd fallen unconscious, most of the doctors said you had little to no chance of ever waking up."
He continued to talk but Harry had stopped listening long before. Seven years. Seven years ago he'd received his Hogwarts letter. But if it had been seven years ago, it had never happened. Hogwarts had never happened. His only friends weren't real.
But this couldn't be. Or could it? Harry's head was spinning with information. Feeling faint, he relaxed back onto his hospital bed and closed his eyes, feeling oddly tired from the strain of taking in too much.
The doctor must have noticed, for he suddenly stopped talking and looked more seriously at the boy before him. His face was pale and drawn, as if he'd just suffered a terrible disappointment. "You've had a stressful day. I'll leave you to catch up on your rest." He turned to leave but, as he reached the door, turned to the raven-haired boy and said, "You might have been asleep for the past four years, but it will be several long weeks until you're back to your full strength. I still count it a miracle you're looking at me now."
The man left the room still muttering to himself how unbelievable the situation was. Harry only pressed his head further into his pillow to contemplate what he'd learned. Still in denial, he fell into a thankfully dreamless sleep.
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A/N: Yes, I know, 'twas a VERY long time to leave you waiting, if anyone came back to read it. We want to promise you, real promise this time, to post within the week. Hey, at least this was a longer chapter. But, we have a really good excuse for why we haven't posted. Okay, see, it was Nicole's job to type and post, but she got these really bad migraines and her parents banned her from the computer this weekend, so, you see, she didn't really have the chance.
This is Ciara talking and I would have updated for Nicole, but I'm working on my own fic, and it's taking most of my attention right now. It's good, I've been told, so go read it. It's called When Day Fades to Night, by soleil-luna-day. Also, read The One the World Forgot by Agnei Smith. They're both good, so read them.
I'll leave now. BYE
REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
~is done~