Harry was out of the hospital within a week.
The doctors checked him out and said that he needed to be more careful and not to jump of the top of the swing set.
This presumed harry was what Uncle Vernon told the doctor how he sustained the injuries.
Harry played along knowing that he would suffer in the long run if he told the truth of what really happened.
As harry was loaded into the back of the Dursely's car he noticed that only Uncle Vernon had come to pick him up. He supposed that his cousin and aunt had better things to do, this made him sad, ever since he had been left with the Dursley's he had never know love, only hate.
It wasn't at all suppressing that harry felt lonely, and that his only friends were the animals that came to the garden of the Dursley's home.
When they arrived back at home, although Harry would never call this place home, he was yanked out of the car and then pushed towards the fence "Don't come back till its dark, you will not be getting any dinner". Spat Uncle Vernon
"What – "do you have any idea how much trouble you caused us!" cut in Uncle Vernon, "now get lost!"
Harry turned miserably away, he knew when he wasn't welcome, and he knew that if he stayed he would end up in his cupboard again. With a last glance back at Privet Drive he hurried down the street, he knew where he could go to be alone, Winchshire Park, or better know to the kids round here, The Wild Woods.
As harry approached the fence that barred entrance to the park from the road, he saw some of older kids playing football shouting and cheering, having a good time, oh how he envied them.
Harry made his way into the treed area of the park the trees were old English Oak's surrounded by Birch trees. He made his way over to one of his favorite climbing trees, he liked this tree as he was able to climb high up in the tree nearly to the top. From the top he could see the park, and the estates surrounding, he could even see Privet Drive with Dudley and Uncle Vernon loading into the car, probably off to the local video store to get Dudley some entertainment as harry was out.
He stayed up the tree for hours, all the older kids playing in the park had long gone the streetlights were on and the warm glow of house lights lit the horizon.
Deciding that he had stayed out long enough harry carefully climbed down, carefully minding his arm which was still in its plaster cast.
Once he set back down on the ground he started to make his way back, however there was a strange sound not far away from him. He stopped dead in his tracks a large black figure was standing in front of him, he looked up to see that his head was covered in a hood, his face which was just visible under the brow of the hood was a ghastly pale white, and his eyes were the smoothest silver he had ever seen.
"Tut tut, shouldn't be walking around here in the dark on your own son, especially when I'm about, and even more so when I'm hungry" he said in a ice cold voice
Within a flash the man had rush forward and grab him round the neck his front teeth had grown in length, at that moment harry knew what he was, a Vampire.
A sharp piecing pain was inflicted on his neck, he gasped in pain and felt his blood being sucked out of him each second he was losing consciousness, and finally what seemed hours, which was in reality only seconds he was dropped onto the floor, still barely awake.
"Fuck" gasped the vampire "he's a wizard, ARGggggggggghhhhhhh wizards blood, must give it back" he quickly sliced a huge gash down the side of his arm and shoved the cut under Harry's mouth willing him to drink. Tilting Harry's head up making him automatically swallow the blood, he noticed a scar on his forehead a scar in the shape of a lighting bolt. "Harry Potter", he said and a very rasp voice, "Oh My God, what have I done, he wont live properly if he doesn't get his blood level back, I'll…I'll have to d-die"
With that thought he sliced another huge cut into his arm, making more blood pour out of his arm still holding Harry's head in the position that forcing him to swallow the vampire lowered his head and kissed the lighting bolt scar kield over and died.
The 3rd oldest vampire in existence just killed himself to keep the 'Boy Who Lived' alive.
The doctors checked him out and said that he needed to be more careful and not to jump of the top of the swing set.
This presumed harry was what Uncle Vernon told the doctor how he sustained the injuries.
Harry played along knowing that he would suffer in the long run if he told the truth of what really happened.
As harry was loaded into the back of the Dursely's car he noticed that only Uncle Vernon had come to pick him up. He supposed that his cousin and aunt had better things to do, this made him sad, ever since he had been left with the Dursley's he had never know love, only hate.
It wasn't at all suppressing that harry felt lonely, and that his only friends were the animals that came to the garden of the Dursley's home.
When they arrived back at home, although Harry would never call this place home, he was yanked out of the car and then pushed towards the fence "Don't come back till its dark, you will not be getting any dinner". Spat Uncle Vernon
"What – "do you have any idea how much trouble you caused us!" cut in Uncle Vernon, "now get lost!"
Harry turned miserably away, he knew when he wasn't welcome, and he knew that if he stayed he would end up in his cupboard again. With a last glance back at Privet Drive he hurried down the street, he knew where he could go to be alone, Winchshire Park, or better know to the kids round here, The Wild Woods.
As harry approached the fence that barred entrance to the park from the road, he saw some of older kids playing football shouting and cheering, having a good time, oh how he envied them.
Harry made his way into the treed area of the park the trees were old English Oak's surrounded by Birch trees. He made his way over to one of his favorite climbing trees, he liked this tree as he was able to climb high up in the tree nearly to the top. From the top he could see the park, and the estates surrounding, he could even see Privet Drive with Dudley and Uncle Vernon loading into the car, probably off to the local video store to get Dudley some entertainment as harry was out.
He stayed up the tree for hours, all the older kids playing in the park had long gone the streetlights were on and the warm glow of house lights lit the horizon.
Deciding that he had stayed out long enough harry carefully climbed down, carefully minding his arm which was still in its plaster cast.
Once he set back down on the ground he started to make his way back, however there was a strange sound not far away from him. He stopped dead in his tracks a large black figure was standing in front of him, he looked up to see that his head was covered in a hood, his face which was just visible under the brow of the hood was a ghastly pale white, and his eyes were the smoothest silver he had ever seen.
"Tut tut, shouldn't be walking around here in the dark on your own son, especially when I'm about, and even more so when I'm hungry" he said in a ice cold voice
Within a flash the man had rush forward and grab him round the neck his front teeth had grown in length, at that moment harry knew what he was, a Vampire.
A sharp piecing pain was inflicted on his neck, he gasped in pain and felt his blood being sucked out of him each second he was losing consciousness, and finally what seemed hours, which was in reality only seconds he was dropped onto the floor, still barely awake.
"Fuck" gasped the vampire "he's a wizard, ARGggggggggghhhhhhh wizards blood, must give it back" he quickly sliced a huge gash down the side of his arm and shoved the cut under Harry's mouth willing him to drink. Tilting Harry's head up making him automatically swallow the blood, he noticed a scar on his forehead a scar in the shape of a lighting bolt. "Harry Potter", he said and a very rasp voice, "Oh My God, what have I done, he wont live properly if he doesn't get his blood level back, I'll…I'll have to d-die"
With that thought he sliced another huge cut into his arm, making more blood pour out of his arm still holding Harry's head in the position that forcing him to swallow the vampire lowered his head and kissed the lighting bolt scar kield over and died.
The 3rd oldest vampire in existence just killed himself to keep the 'Boy Who Lived' alive.