Harry Potter and the Power of Dreams
A/n: Well, the third chapie is coming up in just a while. But first you have to listen to my (Nicole's) inane babbling about how life sucks. Well, not really, but that's what it feels like right now. See, my parents banned me from the computer for an unprecedented time period. Lots of fun!! I'm currently typing in the school library. Sooooo.. On with the story.
Quote of the day: "Freedom is just a hallucination caused be a pathological lack of paranoia." --?
Disclaimer: *groans while moving hands over to the keyboard* Another disclaimer to write. God these things get boring. They're not ours! We're not making money off of them! The only thing you'd get if you sued us would be a broken CD player, and a nice long chat with our parents' lawyers. That is, if they exist...Anywho, on with the story! (
Chapter Three: Denial
When Harry woke up again, he was startled to see himself in the hospital. Then he remembered what he had been told. He wasn't a wizard. Hogwarts never happened. Worst of all, he had been asleep for seven years. No.it couldn't be.
Harry forced himself to sit up. Looking around the room, he noticed that there were no get well cards and no flowers. It had to be true, then. Even Dumbledore would have sent him something if he had known.
Maybe that was it! He didn't know! Then again, the crazy headmaster knew almost everything that went on around him. Harry started to get dizzy from the circles his mind was taking in trying to figure things out. After a while, the room stopped spinning, and he tried to get out of bed.
Just then, a nurse came in. "No, no, mister! You have to stay in that bed if it takes a wrecking ball to keep you there!" she exclaimed, and proceeded to force him back into the bed. "I'm not about to let you ruin your muscles after not using them for seven years!"
Harry frowned unnoticeably, and stopped struggling against the arm that was pinning him down. He started scowling after his aunt and uncle came in. They looked disheveled and unbelieving. Dudley was only a few seconds behind them, and was soon looking at Harry with utter hate.
"What do you have to be unhappy for, Dudley?" Harry asked his cousin.
"You're getting all of the attention," Dudley hissed as he approached the bed. Vernon and petunia were talking to the nurse on the other side of the room and hadn't heard him, so Harry merely continued to scowl at his oversize cousin.
"At least you haven't been in a coma for seven years!" Harry hissed back. "You should be grateful that I've been out of it for so long, or else I would be trying to pummel you right now for pushing me down those stairs!"
"Well, Mister Potter, it seems your Aunt and Uncle want you started on physical therapy to strengthen your muscles right away. That way, you'll get out of here much sooner, and be able to go home with them," the nurse said a little too brightly.
"Goodie," Harry muttered under his breath with sarcasm dripping heavily off of the words.
A/N: Well, okay. It's really short, but I, Nicole, am currently working on an original story for a class, I'm re-writing my HP fic called The One the World Forgot, and trying to create a story here, too, so hand in there. Plus, the more reviews we het, the longer the chapter, and the faster it comes up, because you guys will leave us little plot bunnies. (Hint, hint.) Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Ciara will be updating the next chapter, but in the meantime, go read her fanfic under the name soleil-luna- day. She loves reviews and is currently working on her fifth (or is it sixth?) chapter. Leave us helpful reviews! PLEASE?!
A/n: Well, the third chapie is coming up in just a while. But first you have to listen to my (Nicole's) inane babbling about how life sucks. Well, not really, but that's what it feels like right now. See, my parents banned me from the computer for an unprecedented time period. Lots of fun!! I'm currently typing in the school library. Sooooo.. On with the story.
Quote of the day: "Freedom is just a hallucination caused be a pathological lack of paranoia." --?
Disclaimer: *groans while moving hands over to the keyboard* Another disclaimer to write. God these things get boring. They're not ours! We're not making money off of them! The only thing you'd get if you sued us would be a broken CD player, and a nice long chat with our parents' lawyers. That is, if they exist...Anywho, on with the story! (
Chapter Three: Denial
When Harry woke up again, he was startled to see himself in the hospital. Then he remembered what he had been told. He wasn't a wizard. Hogwarts never happened. Worst of all, he had been asleep for seven years. No.it couldn't be.
Harry forced himself to sit up. Looking around the room, he noticed that there were no get well cards and no flowers. It had to be true, then. Even Dumbledore would have sent him something if he had known.
Maybe that was it! He didn't know! Then again, the crazy headmaster knew almost everything that went on around him. Harry started to get dizzy from the circles his mind was taking in trying to figure things out. After a while, the room stopped spinning, and he tried to get out of bed.
Just then, a nurse came in. "No, no, mister! You have to stay in that bed if it takes a wrecking ball to keep you there!" she exclaimed, and proceeded to force him back into the bed. "I'm not about to let you ruin your muscles after not using them for seven years!"
Harry frowned unnoticeably, and stopped struggling against the arm that was pinning him down. He started scowling after his aunt and uncle came in. They looked disheveled and unbelieving. Dudley was only a few seconds behind them, and was soon looking at Harry with utter hate.
"What do you have to be unhappy for, Dudley?" Harry asked his cousin.
"You're getting all of the attention," Dudley hissed as he approached the bed. Vernon and petunia were talking to the nurse on the other side of the room and hadn't heard him, so Harry merely continued to scowl at his oversize cousin.
"At least you haven't been in a coma for seven years!" Harry hissed back. "You should be grateful that I've been out of it for so long, or else I would be trying to pummel you right now for pushing me down those stairs!"
"Well, Mister Potter, it seems your Aunt and Uncle want you started on physical therapy to strengthen your muscles right away. That way, you'll get out of here much sooner, and be able to go home with them," the nurse said a little too brightly.
"Goodie," Harry muttered under his breath with sarcasm dripping heavily off of the words.
A/N: Well, okay. It's really short, but I, Nicole, am currently working on an original story for a class, I'm re-writing my HP fic called The One the World Forgot, and trying to create a story here, too, so hand in there. Plus, the more reviews we het, the longer the chapter, and the faster it comes up, because you guys will leave us little plot bunnies. (Hint, hint.) Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Ciara will be updating the next chapter, but in the meantime, go read her fanfic under the name soleil-luna- day. She loves reviews and is currently working on her fifth (or is it sixth?) chapter. Leave us helpful reviews! PLEASE?!