*Joe's POV*
Joe awoke to pitch black. Unfortunately he had no clue where he was. He was in what seemed to be something near to a hospital bed. Only it seemed old fashioned. He sat there for several hours trying to figure out how he got where he was. He was willing himself to get up, but some greater power was holding him down. Finally he refocused his thoughts to what happened previously. He remembered the car, and the kids playing they're games. He saved one of them but that must mean that. he was dead. No. He couldn't be. This wasn't death. He was sure of it.
All of a sudden, a voice rang out in the darkness. "Joe." Joe looked around for the voice's owner, which he did not find. So he did what he felt most reasonable. He simply replied.
"Who are you?" Joe's voice seemed to echo on forever.
"Who I am is not important. What is important is why you are here. and not dead" The voice was warped and seemed to overlap echoes.
"Then, can you answer this question; why am I here?"
"You have sacrificed your life for another. You had very little meaning in your life with the exception of the example of pain. I am here to give you a choice."
"What would that be?"
"You may choose between either, returning home, going to Heaven, or returning to earth and having a slightly different life."
"What is that supposed to mean? A 'slightly different life'"
"That is for you to find out and for us to laugh at you. I mean, watch over you."
"Fine. I choose door number three."
"There are no doors."
"Damn you. fine, I choose the slightly different life."
"Then it shall be."
Then he woke up. There was the car. It was broken inward from the hood. Joe found himself on the ground. He rose, but painfully. He walked away from the scene slowly, back to home. There were several people astonished at him being alive, let alone walking. He had one question and one goal. How the hell is this different? He was going home.
*Harry's POV*
Harry lay on his bed after a long tiring day. Dudley had angered him, causing the kitchen to explode. He had to clean it. Now that the Daily Prophet was not being idiotic anymore, he was getting it well, daily. Today something startled him. On the headlines, there was an odd statement; "'Glitch' in the magic community. 13-year-old muggle boy saves a child and destroys car. Thought to be dangerous and somehow, possessing magical powers. Is on for further investigation.
"What the hell? Now that's odd." Suddenly Harry heard a loud whip- like crack. And then came a knock on the front door. Harry looked down the stairs. Opened the door and found; Dumbledore and (Blimey!) it was the muggle in the Prophet.
Sorry for the short chapter. I had to have a cliffhanger sooner or later. So I said sooner. Lol, well the next chapter will make a tad more sense for all of duh masses. All right. Well will update soon! (Yeah right!) Shut up brain! Grrr. alright. I'm out peeps!
Joe awoke to pitch black. Unfortunately he had no clue where he was. He was in what seemed to be something near to a hospital bed. Only it seemed old fashioned. He sat there for several hours trying to figure out how he got where he was. He was willing himself to get up, but some greater power was holding him down. Finally he refocused his thoughts to what happened previously. He remembered the car, and the kids playing they're games. He saved one of them but that must mean that. he was dead. No. He couldn't be. This wasn't death. He was sure of it.
All of a sudden, a voice rang out in the darkness. "Joe." Joe looked around for the voice's owner, which he did not find. So he did what he felt most reasonable. He simply replied.
"Who are you?" Joe's voice seemed to echo on forever.
"Who I am is not important. What is important is why you are here. and not dead" The voice was warped and seemed to overlap echoes.
"Then, can you answer this question; why am I here?"
"You have sacrificed your life for another. You had very little meaning in your life with the exception of the example of pain. I am here to give you a choice."
"What would that be?"
"You may choose between either, returning home, going to Heaven, or returning to earth and having a slightly different life."
"What is that supposed to mean? A 'slightly different life'"
"That is for you to find out and for us to laugh at you. I mean, watch over you."
"Fine. I choose door number three."
"There are no doors."
"Damn you. fine, I choose the slightly different life."
"Then it shall be."
Then he woke up. There was the car. It was broken inward from the hood. Joe found himself on the ground. He rose, but painfully. He walked away from the scene slowly, back to home. There were several people astonished at him being alive, let alone walking. He had one question and one goal. How the hell is this different? He was going home.
*Harry's POV*
Harry lay on his bed after a long tiring day. Dudley had angered him, causing the kitchen to explode. He had to clean it. Now that the Daily Prophet was not being idiotic anymore, he was getting it well, daily. Today something startled him. On the headlines, there was an odd statement; "'Glitch' in the magic community. 13-year-old muggle boy saves a child and destroys car. Thought to be dangerous and somehow, possessing magical powers. Is on for further investigation.
"What the hell? Now that's odd." Suddenly Harry heard a loud whip- like crack. And then came a knock on the front door. Harry looked down the stairs. Opened the door and found; Dumbledore and (Blimey!) it was the muggle in the Prophet.
Sorry for the short chapter. I had to have a cliffhanger sooner or later. So I said sooner. Lol, well the next chapter will make a tad more sense for all of duh masses. All right. Well will update soon! (Yeah right!) Shut up brain! Grrr. alright. I'm out peeps!