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Chapter 3 (Who are you)

Seconds after Mr. Dursley pulled the plug to all the medical equipment that was keeping Harry alive, and very old man walked through the door. "Put that plug back in Vernon, or else." "Who the bloody hell are you?" "I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster at his school, and if you know what is best for you, you better put that plug back in." "OR ELSE WHAT? He is my responsibility and I can do what ever I want to him." Dumbledore said as calmly as he could "put the plug back in." "NO" yelled uncle Vernon. Hermione couldn't handle it anymore. She emerged from behind the curtain in tears. "Somebody put the plug back in before he dies" After hearing this, Albus took out his wand, muttered something under his breath and the plug zoomed off the floor into the outlet. Mr. Dursley seeing this, bent down again to pull out the plug but it didn't budge.

"Fine you win, he won't die tonight, but you can't always be here to save him." And with that said he and his family left the room. Now only Hermione, Harry and Dumbledore were in there. "Thanks Professor." "No, thank you. If you weren't hiding behind that curtain him and I would still be arguing with his Uncle and Harry would be dead by now." "Is he dead now though?" "No not now, a couple more minutes and he would've been though. I will leave you two alone and I will owl Ron to tell him of tonight's events." "Thank you headmaster"

When Hermione was alone in the room with him again she began talking to him, in a very low voice. "Harry are you okay, you're going to be fine, I just know it." She was about to get up and leave the room when she noticed a piece of parchment coming out of his pants pocket. It wasn't clean anymore due to the blood that was coating it, but she could definitely still see whom it was addressed to. She took it out of his pocket and noticed her name on it. 'I can read it, it's for me, why would he write something for me with out wanting me to read it?' Finally after convincing herself to open the letter she did. She read it over and over again, until she had it memorized. By now she was crying so much that her mother walked in the room.

Hermione stood up and showed her mom the letter, she, too, read it and began to cry. She grabbed her daughter and they just stood there for ten minutes looking down at Harry's body. His heart rate was slowing down, and it wasn't at all rhythmic. "Mom is that normal?" Hermione said while pointing at the monitor. Hermione's mother ran out of the room and a few minutes later she was back with a doctor. By the time they got there, his heart had stopped again. He wasn't breathing at all. The doctor made them get out of the room, while he called for help.

Hermione and her mother waited outside the room for hours before they were allowed back in. At this time Hermione was not dealing very well with what was going on. All of a sudden she could hear footsteps coming from around the corner of the hall they were in. It sounded like it was stampede of people running towards them. Then she saw Ron and his family come around the corner. They all looked worried. Hermione stood up to greet everyone. Ron ran up to her and hugged he so tight she was having trouble breathing, before he let her go he whispered in her ear "He's going to be fine, don't worry about it. He's strong. And if I know Harry like I think I know him, he won't leave without saying goodbye" He let her go and she gave him a weak smile. "They kicked us out right after his heart had stopped. They think he's going to be paralyzed." Hermione said as tears started to fall from her eyes. Mrs. Granger started talking to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and filling them in on what has happened. When the doctor finally came out, no one in the hall had a dry eye. Not even Fred or George.

"He's doing just fine, he gave us quite a scare when that happened, but you have a strong son. You can come in now, all of you if you want." And with that, he left. They all looked at each other puzzled. Who did he think was the mother? They entered the room and saw Harry more pale and lifeless than ever. They all walked over to the bed and leaned in, hoping that their presence would help him get out of his coma, and come back to reality. They sat there for hours and when everyone was about to leave they heard a voice, not more than a whisper say "Wait". They all turned around at once. Harry's motionless body was not totally motionless. He had his hand in the air, motioning them to come closer. They all ran towards his bed, tears flying out of everyone's eyes. "Yes Harry dear" Mrs. Weasley said. 'Harry was totally out of it. It was probably from all the painkillers he was given' thought Hermione. He began to talk once again, his voice still no louder than a whisper and his hand still waving in the air pointing at no one in particular. "Mom? Dad? Don't worry about me, I'll be okay" he stopped for a second as he was having trouble breathing, let alone talking. His voice became more quiet an raspy "I'm going to a better place." He finished speaking as everyone could tell when his hand fell back down by his side.

Everyone looked at him with horror on their faces. Mrs. Weasley spoke up "Don't worry everyone he's going to be just fine. It's just the medicine talking not him." Hermione sure hoped she was right. Tears began to form again, on everyone's faces. They all decided to leave him alone, to let him rest and hopefully he would remember in the morning.

Harry awoke the next morning. It seemed as though the doctors were surprised with his recovery, seeing as one of the nurses fainted when he asked her for some water. Hearing the commotion from down the hall, where Hermione was with her parents, she ran as fast as she could to his room. When she entered the room Ron was already there talking to him about Quidditch. Hermione could tell Harry was really confused. She walked up beside Ron and sat in the chair nearest to Harry. "Hello! My name is Harry. What is yours?" Hermione's smile faded but she answered his question. "My name is Hermione." "I think I know someone by that name. Not quite sure though. Hey do you know where my parents are?" Ron and Hermione exchanged glances at each other, not knowing what to do they just replied "Well, erm, you see Harry, they're not here." Harry was no longer smiling, it looked as though he was deep in thought. "Did they leave me here?". "Well, not exactly, you see you're an orphan, and you have been since you were one." "Oh" was all Harry could say. A couple minutes of awkward silence later he spoke up again "well then where is my family, the one that I've been living with for 16 years?" "They're gone Harry. It looks like you'll be staying with one of us. Isn't that great?" Ron said with a small, but noticeable grin. "Yah, I guess it is."

Harry now pulled off the covers, to find all his cuts, scrapes and bruises from the car crash. "What happened to me?" He quickly moved himself to one side of the bed with his arms. Hermione and Ron looking at him not knowing what he was doing, couldn't stop him. He tried to stand up, but to his disbelief, came crashing down, hitting his head on the nightstand table. Hermione and Ron immediately ran over to him and helped him up. He was now grabbing his head in pain. "Why can't I stand up?" he said more to himself than anyone. "Well there's no easy way to put this Harry, but you're paralyzed from the waist down." Harry began to cry, he didn't care if these complete strangers to him saw this, he didn't care about anything anymore.

Hermione walked up to him and put her arms around him, trying to reassure him that everything was going to be all right. The doctor came in and seeing how they were no parents around to give this information to, and seeing he had to be somewhere very soon, he decided to tell the two kids that were with him. "May I speak with you two in the hall for a second?" "Yes sure" they both replied.

The three of them walked into the hallway before the doctor said anything to them. "Is he going to be okay? Is he going to get his memory back?" Hermione spoke up. "Maybe. He is okay for now. You see he was the only one in the car at the time of the crash, so all the force was on him. His family won't tell us what happened. But he is strong and he will make it. In the accident he sustained several injuries, some of those life threatening. He is indefinitely paralyzed from the waist down, he is going to have some heart problems and breathing problems because in the accident one of his lungs collapsed on him. I'm surprised he made it through the night. Any hard blow to the chest could, and would eventually kill him. So I need you two, to take very good care of your friend, and if you want him to gain some of his memory back, try showing him some pictures, or some of his belongings." And with that said and done the doctor left to the two kids. One of which were crying.

The two of them walked into the room where Harry was sitting on his bed, looking out the window talking to himself. "Hey mom and dad. I don't know if you can hear me, but I really want to remember, those two people that were with me before, they seem to really care about me, and it kills me inside that I can't even remember their names. Are they related to me? -" Harry was cut off by Hermione. "No Harry we're not related to you. But we might as well be." "Oh, will you help me remember?" "Of course we will mate, what are friends for."

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