CHAPTER 2
"What do you mean, he won't wake up?" He was barely conscience of a girl's voice. She continued yelling, as he tried to figure out what was going on. The heaviness of his eyelids and the numb feeling across his entire body left little alternative but to listen to the conversation around him.
"Miss Granger. Please, listen to me." A rough, yet soothing voice tried to reason with the angry girl. What was she so angry about? Did it have to do with him?
"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!" The shrill voice made his head ache. As he thought about it though, it wasn't his head really, just this certain part of his forehead.
He listened as several objects seemed to fall around him. They must be having a fight or something. Finally, the crashing objects subsided and he heard someone begin to sob.
"Hermoine, will you just listen a minute?" Another voice tried to comfort the girl. His voice sounded so familiar, yet it was all so far away.
"Harry has suffered a concussion and a few broken limbs…"
"But he's had broken bones before. He had a broken arm that one time…" The boy's voice protested.
"Yeah, and Madam Pomfery just re-grew the bone. Can't you just do that this time? Why won't he wake up?" The girl's voice sounded desperate. As if he we're dying or something.
"We have healed Harry's physical wounds. There are internal wounds now that have to heal."
A door opened and closed. A different voice commanded attention, "Hermoine, Ron, let's let Harry rest in peace now. Come on, we can go get something to eat. I'm sure that Professor Dumbledore will notify us the minute something changes. No, no buts, let's go. Harry will be fine." Several protests went unnoticed as he listened to the door slam shut.
"Harry?" The voice he now knew to belong to Professor Dumbledore called to him. "Harry, I know you can hear me." The professor uttered several words and Harry began to feel a tingling sensation throughout his body.
He slowly opened his eyes, blinking and trying to adjust to the harsh lighting. His eyes scanned the room looking for something, or even just someone, familiar.
"Harry, I know you don't recognize me yet. But you will in time I hope. Please, I ask you to trust me now."
"Who? I don't understand…What?"
"Yes, I'm sure you have many questions. I'll help you get started. Do you know who you are?"
"I…" Harry's forehead throbbed. His hand went to touch it, and he was surprised to find a lightening bolt etched into his forehead.
"Do you know where you are?"
Harry remained silent, staring up at the old man questioningly. Then finally he said, "No, sir."
"You are at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I am Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster. You are Harry Potter."
"Why am I here?"
"You had an accident. Some more recent events demand our attention right now, I'm afraid." Dumbledore pulled a chair up next to Harry's bed.
"What do you mean?" Harry was confused. How could something be more important than regaining one's memory?
"In time…Now, I must ask you to trust me. There are some things that you and I must discuss. It is vital to your survival."
"I suppose I have no choice but to trust you." Harry rubbed his forehead. It must have been some accident.
"Good, I'm glad to see that we understand each other. Now listen closely, Harry."
