The first thing Harry became aware of what felt like only a second later was the sound of a saw. The rod seemed to be vibrating, it was excruciating. Harry groaned, trying not to cry out.
"Welcome back, Harry. Let's try not to fall asleep again, okay?" Jacob ginned.
"Okay...what are they doing to me?" Harry croaked out.
"They are working on that rod. It is proving harder then originally thought." Jacob said, is smile fading a little.
"Can't they give me something for the pain?" Harry asked tears coming to his eyes.
"No, I'm sorry. They have given you as much as they can already."
"This isn't real." Harry mumbled.
"Sure it is! You have a head wound, that's probably why this doesn't feel real."
"It's not. Who's that?" Harry saw someone familiar in a paramedic uniform walk by. Jacob looked out the window.
"Just another medic, don't worry." Harry sighed, he was ready for this to be over. He wanted to go to what was real, and stay there. Unfortunately he only had ideas of what that was. Maybe in order to get out, he had to figure it out. But it all seemed so real. The pain sure was, and it just carried out to the next reality.
The medic walked by again, and Harry new exactly why the person looked so familiar, it was Madam Pomfrey. But was she really Madam Pomfrey or something his imagination brought up. She appeared to be working to get into his car. Some one jerked the rod and Harry cried out loudly in pain. He grabbed Jacobs hand and began to squeeze it, not tight enough to really hurt but with enough of a grip to somehow help. It gave him a focus. Jacob encouraged him.
Madam Pomfrey suddenly appeared next to Jacob.
"Mr. Freehill, nice to see you again. Harry, I have a small sleeping drought, it should also lessen the pain." Harry looked her in the eyes, wanting to find anything that would tell him this was real. She gave Harry a rare smile before she helped him drink the foul tasting potion.
"Is this real?" Harry asked without truly meaning to. The last thing he needed was for them, to think he has lost his mind.
"Of course dear!" Madam Pomfrey looked bewildered.
"It's the head wound talking." Harry heard Jacob say, before the blue flame appeared and Harry fell to sleep.
When Harry woke he knew where he was, he had a feeling he wasn't here recovering from a car accident either. Opening his eyes the clock on the wall he noticed said ten in the morning. Looking to the chair beside him, he noticed Ginny sitting beside him. Harry just watched her sleep until he heard the door open.
Professor Dumbledore walked in and smiled, Harry always wanted to know how Dumbledore always knew when he was awake.
"It's good to see you awake, Harry." Harry was about to answer when another spasm hit causing only a groan to escape. Apparently, the potion given to him in the last reality didn't apply here.
Dumbledore sat down and placed his hand over Harry's stomach. Harry felt a warmth rush though as the pain seemed to wash away. Dumbledore smiled..
"Thank you." Harry whispered.
"Of course, Harry."
"Professor?"
"Yes, Harry."
"Is this real?" Harry asked feeling overly emotional all of the sudden. This wasn't right. Out of all the realities, he wanted this one to be the real one. Harry wiped a tear from his eyes before it could fall. It all seemed too much.
"Yes, Harry this is real...it's all real." Harry looked at his headmaster in confusion as everything blurred. He thought he may have seen the blue candle before he was rushed in to oblivion.
Harry wanted to scream. He was back in the blood Insane Asylum. Still in the second room, still hooked to several monitors, he suddenly felt very alone, not just in the empty room, but also in life in general. It felt like weeks since he was sane, and not reality skipping. Weeks since he had truly seen his friends and teachers. Harry had concluded that nothing was real anymore.
There was a knock on the door, and two people walked in, two people Harry wanted to see more then anyone in the world. Without notice much to Harry's horror he really did begin to cry. His parent ran up to him, Lily got there first and pulled her son into her arms holding him in the motherly embrace Harry had only dreamed of.
"Hey, son, how are you feeling?" James asked ruffling Harry's head after Lily had pulled back, also teary eyed. He was absently shuffling a deck of muggle playing cards.
"Really sick, confused. I've missed you both so much." Harry said trying not to sob again. Instead, he just sniffed, his mom whipping his eyes with a handkerchief.
"Is this real?" Harry asked.
"Is what real?" James asked sitting at the foot of Harry's bed.
"Here, it couldn't be, I mean..." Harry asked confused.
"Yes, Harry it's all real." Lily smiled a sad smile.
"Visiting hours are almost over, we just wanted to tell you we are always there for you, even if we can't be with you." Lily smiled a sad smile.
"You know how this place is with visitors." James added.
"But we love you, were proud of you" Lily continued.
"We always will be." James grinned. A bell rang.
"Visiting hours is up, we'll see you again." Lily was visibly crying again.
"I love you." Harry said too both of them. Suddenly feeling like all the reality hopping was worth it.
"I love you, too." They both said heading for the door. They took one last glance back before the door shut behind them.
"Bye." Harry whispered a sob escaped Harry's lips again, only now he was alone...again.
Harry stared at the annoyingly white ceiling before he began to feel sleepy again, the blue flame appeared looking a little brighter now. He shut his eyes and dreaded what was next. It came all to soon.
Harry woke with a start, having just been ennervated. He looked up at Voldemort in hatred, despite the fact that it hurt incredibly to do so.
"You know, Harry. We would make a great team, you and I. If you join me you can have it all...I would give you it all. You would become my heir, together we could rule..." He went on but Harry rolled his eyes and stopped listening.
Looking around the room he notice someone else he knew, cowering in a corner shaking. Harry watched him for a good five or so minutes, Voldemort still rambling on about everything he could give Harry. Harry didn't care, it meant he wasn't being tortured.
Harry looked over at Snape who was tense, a slight look of fear was in his eyes, it was as if he new something...something horrible. Harry had never seen that look in his eyes before and is scared him. Voldemort stopped talking and was glaring down at him, clearly annoyed.
"When I ask you a question, you answer! Crucio!" Harry cried out, desperately trying to block it out. The curse was lifted and Harry noticed the blue flame, back at it's normal color.
"Go-to-hell." Harry yelled out, someone behind him, slammed his head in to the hard floor. The last thing Harry heard was Voldemort's outraged yell.
