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Chapter 2 (An awful discovery)

Harry awoke with a start. He had beads of sweat coming down his forehead and resting on his nose before dripping down off into the sheets. He was panting rather hard, as if having trouble breathing. He turned to face his clock on his nightstand table; it read 4:30 am. 'No use going back to bed now'. He got up and walked out into the hallway and headed towards the bathroom. He went in locked the door and drenched his face in the cold water from the sink tap. 'Why me? Why do I have to be stuck with this damn life, technically I wouldn't call it a life, it was more like a living nightmare'. He dried his face on a nice, clean towel and hopped into the shower. After about five minutes of soaking in the nice warm feeling of the water on his now muscular body he stepped out and put some new clean clothes on.

He decided to get an early start on his chores this morning. He went downstairs and walked out the door. He grabbed the lawnmower from out of the shed and started with the front lawn. After about an hour he headed to do the back. When he was all finished he knew what he had to do next. He started weeding the garden, and after that was done he had to wash the vehicles, and slowly but surely he was done a majority of his chores before breakfast. He went inside after about three and a half hours. He now had to make breakfast for his ungrateful relatives.

Once the Dursley's had woken up they walked downstairs to the smell of bacon, eggs, hash browns and toast. Harry was already done eating so he excused himself from the table and went to his room to see if Hedwig had come back yet so he could owl his letter to Hermione before he would change his mind about giving it to her. To his dismay Hedwig still wasn't there. 'Well maybe it wasn't meant to be' he thought to himself before he started packing to go on vacation with the Dursley's. He didn't even know where he was going with them.

"HARRY. COME HERE! NOW!" came the familiar voice of his dreaded Uncle. Harry slowly walked down the stairs, not knowing what to expect. "Yes Uncle Vernon." "There's been a slight change of plans. Instead of leaving tomorrow we are leaving tonight. Now go now and pack before I change my mind and lock you up so you will never see your friends again." "Yes Uncle Vernon" Harry said slowly and unhappily.

He walked upstairs into his room and started packing again. He had finished quite quickly considering he had already started. He walked downstairs with all his stuff. Except the stuff he would need for school. He left it here because he knew he was coming back here before he would have to leave to go to the train station and meet his friends before embarking on yet another one of their crazy adventures.

Everyone was there too, with all their luggage in hand. They all walked out the door, which Mr. Dursley locked once outside and headed towards the car. They all put their luggage in the trunk and entered the car one by one. "Uncle Vernon, I was wondering if you can tell me where it is exactly we are going?" "You'll find out soon enough, now stop your bickering and be quite!" Harry didn't answer back, because he knew if he did he would be in for one good smacking, and he couldn't even defend himself because his uncle made him keep his wand at home. Harry knowing this was a bad idea, because Voldemort was out on the loose, snuck it with him, keeping it in his luggage out of sight.

A couple hours had gone by and Harry still had no idea where they were going. So he decided to sleep. All of a sudden he heard his Aunt Petunia yelling and screaming bloody murder. He awoke with a start and looked out his window. A big semi truck was coming straight for them. His uncle was desperately trying to turn the vehicle but he was having no such luck. So he got out of the car and ran, seeing this, Dudley and his aunt had followed in pursuit. Harry was now panicking, his seatbelt wouldn't come off and the semi was coming closer and closer to him, not slowing down. 'Where is my wand when I really need it' He kept struggling but it was no use. All of a sudden he took one last look out of his window, before the bright shiny light engulfed him and the car into the darkness.

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Hermione was sitting in her room, on her bed reading a book. She kept glancing out the window as if waiting for something to come out of the darkness and into the light that her bedroom was giving off. Nothing came. She began to read some more before her thoughts were interrupted by someone's voice. "Hermione hunny, we are going now. Come on your aunt is waiting for us." "All right mom, I'll be down in a second. Hermione got off her bed, grabbed her suitcase and headed down the stairs. She couldn't wait to see her aunt and her new cousin.

After a few hours of driving they had finally reached their destination, the hospital near Surrey. It was very late at night so they didn't think the hospital would be that busy or crowded. When they walked in, to their surprise they were wrong. It wasn't that there was so many patients, it was that there was so many doctors and nurses, and they were all heading into the same room. 'Hmmmm, I wonder where they are all going? I'll check it out later.' Hermione looked at the room number and memorized it. It was room 497; it was easy enough for her to remember it. She walked with her parents to a room just down the hall. When they walked in they were surprised to see that her aunt didn't just have one baby, no, she had three. Her aunt had triplets. They all ran towards her and began kissing and hugging each other. After a few hours of talking, Hermione was getting bored so she excused herself and left the room to go adventure about the hospital.

When she was down the hall by room 497 she saw three people talking. One was a very pudgy boy, who looked extremely like his father. The other one was female and much skinnier. They were talking amongst themselves and Hermione couldn't help but over hear their conversation.

"Personally I don't see why I have to be here. I could be at home watching T.V." the pudgy boy said. "It's the right thing to do," Said the female. "I don't know why he didn't get out of the car. He deserves to die now, being so stupid " the older man said. 'How rude' Hermione thought. Suddenly a doctor came out of the room and said "Mr. and Mrs. Dursley you may come in now, I'd highly advise that your son stay out though, its not looking too well in here" Hermione thought to herself 'Haven't I heard that name before?' then it suddenly clicked "Harry" she said to herself before running back to the room her parents were in.

She ran into the room, not knowing what to do she ran to her mother and started crying softly into her chest. Mrs. Granger was taken aback at this sudden outburst of emotion. She lifted her daughter's head and looked into her eyes, which pools of salty water lay. "What's wrong? You were fine when you left the room." Hermione was having trouble finding words "It's- Harry-hurt-I think-I don't know-help" she said before breaking down into tears once more.

Her mom took her out into the hallway and walked down to the reception desk. "Excuse me, but would you happen to know if you have a patient by the name of Harry Potter?" Said Mrs. Granger to the lady at the desk. "Well yes we do, are you related? Because if not, I cannot give you any information about him." Mrs. Granger looked down into her daughter's eyes and knew what she had to do. She didn't like lying, but she had to now. "Why yes we are, I am his aunt, and this is his cousin." The lady looked at both of them for a few seconds before she actually believed them. "Very well. Mr. Potter is here but we don't know for how long. He seemed to be in a very bad car crash, even is he did ever come out of his coma, he would have very severe memory loss, and right at this moment it isn't looking good for him either. The doctors think he is paralyzed from the waist down. They can't do much for him now. What he really needs is a miracle. Well if you wish to see him, he is in room 497.

Mrs. Granger had to hold on tight to her daughter to make sure she wouldn't fall down or pass out when they were receiving this information. They both walked down the hall to room 497 and just as they got there his family was leaving. "What an ungrateful little..." Mr. Dursley mumbled the rest of it under his breathe so no one around would hear. Hermione heard most of what he was saying but didn't want to start a fight with an old man in the hospital.

They walked in the room together and what they saw was beyond words. It was horrific, distasteful, unpleasant, and worst of all it looked nothing like Harry. Hermiones mother slowly let go of her daughter and let her walk towards Harry's mangled body on the not so white hospital sheets, due to his blood. She couldn't handle seeing him like this, lifeless, not a little bit of life showed in his facial expression. He was so helpless lying there, on the bed, not able to move. She slowly began to cry again. She turned to her mother and said, "Do you think you could leave us alone for a couple of minutes?" "Sure. I'll go tell you father and aunt what happened." "Okay. Thanks" She turned back to Harry and grabbed his hand. She squeezed it tightly and started to talk to him.

"Harry can you hear me? Of course you can't. Other wise you would be talking back to me. Harry, you can't die on me okay, you listen here, you can't. You can make it, I know you can. You can't leave me; I need you more than anything now. She looked around the room and at all the medical equipment, she looked at the heart rate monitor and was relieved to see that his heart wasn't dying on him. She heard footsteps coming closer to the door, she didn't know if she was allowed to be in the room so she quickly hid behind some nearby curtains.

The Dursley's had once again walked into the room. All three of them were looking at Harry's lifeless body. Then the boy spoke up "I want to go home, this has nothing to concern me." "Maybe we should just leave Vernon." "You know how much this medical bill is going to cost us, I don't think he deserves to live" "Well then pull the plug dad." "That's a good idea son." Slowly Mr. Vernon walked up towards Harry's bed to where everything was plugged in. He bent over and reached for the plug. He had his hand over it now. Hermione, who was watching this whole ordeal, couldn't move, it was like her feet were stuck to the ground. He then pulled on the plug and the machines went off and Harry had stopped breathing.

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