CHAPTER TWO

"Harry I told you not to move, remember?" A familiar voice spoke, softly to him. Harry opened his eyes, not playing the 'guess which reality your in now' game anymore. Jacob Freehill was back, maybe this was the real reality? Anything was better then Voldemort or even the Insane Asylum.

Harry groaned as a paramedic dressed in a red jumpsuit slid an IV into his arm. He was really starting to hate those things. Though this person seemed to be more gentle and it didn't hurt quite as much as Doctor Snaps. Someone else spoke behind him and that's when he realized someone was holding his head straight with both of there hands.

"Harry, do you remember what happened?" Jacob asked with a smile and worried eyes. It took awhile for Harry to remember the details of what he had been told what seemed like days ago. He was about to nod, but the hands holding his head were doing there job well. "No moving."

"Yeah, I remember." Harry croaked out. Then couldn't help but cry out as someone hit the rod in his stomach.

"Oh I know that hurt, were doing everything we can to dull the pain. You have a head wound, you blacked out for a few minutes there. Had me worried." Jacob grinned.

"Sorry, don't want to black out again." Harry mumbled afraid of finding himself back at Voldemorts feet.

"Neither do I, the IV is giving you fluids and pain relievers, this nice paramedic here is going to put something called a C-Collar around your neck, it will hold your head still so that the person holding your head can help you some other way." Just as Jacob finished the sentence a very uncomfortable C-collar was placed around Harry's neck, the hands disappeared.

Harry watched as a Medic and the Dursleys walked by, Dudley was wailing like a hungry infant.

"Dursleys?" Harry mumbled.

"The medic is trying to get them to go to the hospital by ambulance, they want to take a cab." Harry watched as the Dursleys gave in, right before they got in, Harry saw them sneer at him. The ambulance rocked as Dudley and Vernon were practically pulled in. The doors shut and the ambulance drove away the back a little lower then the front.

Harry continued to watch out the front window, the crowds blocking any view of what was beyond. Paramedics, fire fighters and police swarmed the scene. Harry kind of recognized some of the people in the crowed but wasn't sure, they were all to far away. Then someone Harry could spot from anywhere, walked to the front of the crowed, long white beard over a red t-shirt and blue jeans, Dumbledore had arrived.

"They are about to begin sawing the rod from the trunk. This will hurt." Jacob said sympathetically.

"Kay," Harry whispered. Then it began, Harry cried out loudly as pain radiated up his back. He didn't even have time to comprehend the blue flame before everything went black.

The first thing Harry noticed upon waking was the large clock on the wall, eight o'clock. He was back in the hospital wing, was he here because of the car wreak or was this the Dragon Pox or was it Spots, thing? Harry groaned feeling like he might throw up again at any minute...or would it be the first time, if the Voldemort reality wasn't real...but what if it was and this wasn't? If this wasn't real then he will have only thrown up once, even if he does thrown up again here. Yes his headache was getting worse.

Harry was relieved when he was able to hold down the bile, his stomach was hurting more now and he wanted to get anything that would stop it. The door opened, Ginny Weasley walked in smiling. Harry couldn't help but smile back. He had never told her, but he loved her.

"Hi Harry! Mum, finally let me come see you." Ginny grinned as she sat on the chair beside Harry's bed.

"I really am sorry they wouldn't allow me to come earlier but you were still contagious, and I have never had it before. You will be happy to know that once you get it, you never get it again. That's why Professor Lupin and Madam Pomfrey were able to be around you."

"That's okay, Ginny. Thank you for coming to see me now." Harry smiled weakly.

"Of course! How could I not!" Ginny grinned her face close to his. Harry smiled pain forgotten. They kissed, both grinning as they came up for air.

"So Ginny...I've been wanting to ask you this for a long time. Would you go out with me?" Harry whispered. Ginny was grinning as if Christmas had come early. She got up from her chair and as on Harry's bedside.

"Of course!" Ginny looked to be glowing. Harry smiled before a spasm reminded him of why he was here. Harry grimmest while trying to smile. Ginny sat beside him again and held his hand.

"Just breath through it, Harry. You can do it. I love you." Ginny whispered into Harry's ear.

"I love you too." Harry sighed now very tired, he wished desperately that this was reality, it seemed like it could be but he really didn't know. The blue flame appeared right before he fell asleep again.

Harry woke praying he would still be in the hospital wing that, that was the real reality. He wanted to cry when he found himself back in the Muggle Insane Asylum. The room was quiet and Harry noticed there were more wires around him now. Two IV bags hung from a pole and now it looked like his heart was being monitored as well. The stomach spasms were coming more frequently now and Harry felt like he may puke again...or would this be the first time?

'Oh not that again.' He thought as he tried to get comfortable. That's when Harry noticed he wasn't in the same room as before, this room looked to be a regular Muggle Hospital room.

The door opened and a girl with long brown wavy hair that almost went down to her knees walked in humming and dancing to a tune only she could hear. Harry stared at her, thinking from what he could see of her she looked familiar.

"Hello?" Harry groaned out, finding it hard to speak for some reason. The girl looked up wide eyes as if just noticing she was not alone in this room. Harry gasped.

"Hermione?" Harry asked looking at his best friend with tangled hair, and bags under her wild looking eyes. "What's wrong Hermione?" Harry asked wanting to jump out of bed and hug her and make her snap out of it. Hermione began to dance again around the room, humming again.

"Hermione! Stop, please snap out if it! It's me, Harry!" She ignored him, still listening to the music in her head. A spasm stopped him from trying again,.

"I've died and gone to hell." Harry mumbled, trying to stop from crying, but he was insane, why shouldn't he?

"But I'm NOT insane!" Harry yelled out by accident. "Or maybe I am, maybe nothing I know is real, maybe I did make it all up." Harry watched Hermione dance around his room. Before she stopped and looked at Harry, wide eyed.

"Wakka, wakka, doodoo yeah!!!" One arm going up in the air as if doing a cheer. Was she cheering because he had finally figured out what was real was nothing? She was dancing again. But how could she know what he was thinking. Maybe all people could, maybe in the real reality that was how it worked.

The door opened again and Harry looked away from Hermione. A tall red haired man walked in with a sad smile. Ron. But he didn't look crazy, not like Hermione did. Hermione ran to him and gave him a giant hug and a peck on the cheek.

"Come on, love. Lets go back to your room." Hermione looked to be pouting, before she began to walk out the door. Ron looked at Harry.

"I'm sorry, sir, she won't bother you again." Harry gave a sad smile as he watched the door shut behind his retreating back.

'But I want her to bother me, I want anyone to bother me.' A beeping noise sounded and another drug went into his vein. Harry began to get sleepy again, he didn't want to go to sleep though, he might wake up with Voldemort again. The blue flame candle appeared a little shorter then before, the sparkles a little duller. He fell asleep.

He was right, upon opening his eyes he immediately closed them again. Voldemort was evilly smiling down at him.

"Wake up, Mr. Potter. We have much to talk about, and my wand desperately wants to play. Oh, wait...this is your wand!" Harry opened his eyes again and stared at his wand, then at the evil grin Voldemort had as he stood over him.

"So tell me, Mr. Potter. Where is the head quarter of the Order of the Phoenix? If you tell me, I will spare you."

"Go to hell." Harry mumbled.

"My, Mr. Potter, is that the only thing you can say?" Voldemort asked with a nasty grin. Harry spit in his face. A sharp pain shot through Harry's back as someone hit him with a whip. He couldn't help but cry out.

"Don't you ever do that again, boy. Legilimens!" Harry felt Voldemort prodding his mind, it took all of Harry's will power not to show Voldemort what he wanted, instead he showed him different views of his room in the Insane Asylum. Voldemort tore out with a loud growl. The blue candle appeared.

"Crucio!" Harry screamed, as he curled into the fetal position trying to protect himself in whatever way possible. The curse stopped and Voldemort stalked back to his throne, and slammed himself into his chair to think. Harry gasped a breath in to his aching lungs as he looked at the Death Eaters around him. They all looked angry, but one seemed different. Harry stared at those pair of eyes for several seconds before he understood. Those eyes were his hated potions professor's eyes, somehow they seemed to be congratulating him on stopping Voldemort from finding what he wanted. No this couldn't be the real reality, Snape would never do that. Harry gave a tiny nod to Snape before his world went black again.