(Again, I own nothing!)
Any and all reviews are welcome, please tell me what you think. I already know more or less were the story is going. However, I would not mind getting some suggestions. It is surprisingly easy to warp someone else's reality. I know I have had fun thinking up ways to mess with Harry's head; I don't want to keep all the fun to myself.
"My dads Cloak… its here!" Harry could not believe it. With his cloak, he could sneak out of here and find out what was going on.
"Ron looked at Harry with a mischievous grin. "R we gonna try –n- sneak out again? OH oh but not until after Jeopardy right?"
"Ah, yeah right, not until after Jeopardy." Harry stared at Ron with concern mixed with confusion. Ron had gone back to mumbling incoherently at his chess pieces, which stubbornly refused to move. However, Harry could not wait, he had to see if his cloak really was here. He stood up, and nearly fell flat on his face. He managed to brace himself on the table, knocking over several of the chess pieces. Ron smiled at the fallen pieces. "Fin-aa-lly decided to listen hey?"
Harry just could not believe how weak he was. It took him a few seconds to get himself balanced. He then walked purposely, if not a bit slowly, towards were the stairs to the boys' dorm rooms should be. There were, thankfully no stairs. As much as that disturbed him, everything that was not exactly as he remembered it, was a bit disturbing. However, considering how weak he was, he did not think he could have climbed a flight of stairs. Just making it up the ramp, were the stairs should have been, was tiring enough.
'No NO!' he wanted to scream, not the dorm room too! It was different all different. It was all a sterile white, No red, no gold, just horrible, horrible white. There were no great canopy beds, just little white hospital beds partitioned off into separate areas by white curtains, suspended from the ceiling on tracks. He cautiously looked over to were his bed used to be. He closed his eyes, not wanting to believe what he was seeing, it just could not be. He slowly opened his eyes and starred disbelieving at a plain white hospital bed. His eyes slowly wandered to the foot of his so called bed. His heart leaped into his throat. There at the foot of his bed, just as it should be, sat his truck looking just as he remembered it! Right down to the monogrammed letters H and P.
Harry hurried over to it, hope-giving strength to his weakened legs. His dads invisibility cloak, his broom, maybe even his wand! As quick as he could he opened the buckles and threw open the lid. His heart sank into the pit of his stomach. He starred dumbfounded at the contents of his trunk. Where his school uniforms, books, the pewter cauldron and potion supplies, his cloak and wand should have been… "No it can't be, it just can't!" he wanted to cry, to scream, to… he started pulling the stuff out of the trunk hoping that maybe some how the invisibility cloak was hidden under all this… this junk.
He pulled out the white hospital gowns, the Dr. Suess books, the standard size number 2 plastic Tupperware bowl, the small plastic vials filled with weird stuff like sand and beads, dried grass and flowers, a warped oldbranch with 'FiREbOLt roughly carved on the side. Underneath an old tattered sheet, he found his wand box. A Glimmer of hope was shattered to dust when he opened it to find, not his wand, but an old stale liquorish whip. He grabbed the torn stained sheet and shook it out, hoping that something was hidden inside its folds, nothing. He just sat there numb holding the grayed sheet. Something about the silky texture of it felt familiar.
"Ah Harry your back"
Harry practically jumped out of his skin. He had not heard anyone walk up behind him. He... that voice oh great Merlin he KNEW that voice. Harry was suddenly filled with hope, and dread. Slowly he turned to look at the man who had spoken. There stood his last hope. A hope that was rapidly shrinking, before him stood a wrinkled old man dressed in a tattered old red robe, nightcap and thick fuzzy slippers.
"Lemon drop?" asked the senile old man, pulling some fuzzy candies out of the pocket of his robe.
"Pro-professor Dumbledore??"
(sorry its a bit short the next chapter will be longer)