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14 going on 15 year old Harry Potter sat on his small cot in the rather barren room of number 4 Private Drive. He didn't care anymore. Anyone could tell by the way the horrible underweight teenager was slouched, his face betraying no emotion, but his eyes held pain that no one could imagine. Right now, he was considering ending his life 30 minutes before his 15th birthday. A month or two ago, his only real family, his father figure and godfather, Sirius Black died because Harry was so gullible and stupid. Well that's how Harry saw it anyway.
"Harry, get your lazy arse down here right this minute." Aunt Petunia yelled in her annoying squeaky voice.
Harry reluctantly left the confines of his dark, small room and went down the stairs into the kitchen. His aunt, who was searching frantically for her pocketbook, looked like a large boney emu right now. Her cocktail dress, covered in large ugly feathers brought that up in Harry's mind when he saw her.
"I am heading out for dinner with the neighborhood wives, Dudlykins and your Uncle should be back shortly, and will be expecting supper. Stay away from the TV, computer, and windows, and don't talk to any of the neighbors, they think your freaky enough already." Aunt Petunia found her purse, which was shocking pink, and pulled her keys out, then walked out the garage door and left.
Harry sighed, and then began cooking dinner; little did he know that his life was going to change drastically in the next few hours.
Ten minutes later, Harry heard the garage door go up; signaling Dudley and his Uncle were back from wherever they went. Harry grabbed a piece of bread, put the dishes on the already set table and ran back upstairs.
Ten minutes later, Harry was lying on his cot, looking up at the ceiling in a depressed kind of way, listening to the sounds of his 'family' eating downstairs. It made Harry feel nauseous, just listening to people eat food, especially his overly large Cousin and Uncle. Harry couldn't remember when he last had a real meal without getting sick, probably before the Department of Mysteries.
All of a sudden, the house was rocked by an explosion; Harry by instinct grabbed his wand that was on a rickety desk in his room. He heard his Cousin scream like a little girl, and his Uncle yell "Freak, what did you do now?" Then all hell broke lose, Harry knew something had happened, just not that the wards had fallen.
All of a sudden, something happened that would change his life, for better or worse, forever.
Something hit the roof above Harry, and it collapsed. All Harry knew was white hot pain then darkness.
Harry awoke to someone calling his name. He didn't feel the pain anymore; in fact he couldn't feel anything.
"Harry!" Someone was shouting frantically. "Where are you, god please let you be alright."
Harry knew the voice, it was his 3rd year DADA teacher Remus Lupin, his father's and godfathers best friend. He tried to call out, but couldn't seem to have the strength. That was when his magical core kicked in, it seemed to sense that Harry was in trouble. For some reason Harry couldn't figure out, he lifted his hand towards where the roof used to be. A white light shout out of his hand, almost blinding him, he ad no idea of how he did it.
"Over here." A voice called.
"What was that?" Another one said.
Someone was standing over Harry. "Potter." The voice said. Harry knew that voice too, Professor Snape, one man he hated, but not as much as Voldemort. "Lupin, I found him, help me out over here."
Snape wanted so much to see an reaction from the boy because the glaze in his eyes was starting to scare him, as well as the fact that the boy didn't show any signs of seeing or understanding him.
"Oh god Harry." Remus said, then seeing all the debris covering his lower body, sent a Wingardium Leviosa spell or a levitating spell at the debris. It was heavy, and the full moon was a few days ago, he couldn't hold it long.
"Move potter." Snape growled, "The werewolf can't hold the spell long." Snape and Lupin hoped that Snape's comment would bring the boy back to earth and he would get angry or something, they were desperate.
"Sevius." Lupin warned, he couldn't hold the spell much longer and if he dropped the debris back onto Harry, it would probably kill him.
"MOVE YOUR ARSE POTTER." Snape yelled.
"I…I can't." The yell finally made Harry gather enough strength to talk even if it barely was a whisper.
"Harry, you have to move now or I might drop this on you." Lupin said his voice strained.
"N...no I can't feel my legs." Harry stated.
After Snape heard that, he grabbed the boy by the arms, totally ignoring the rules that said not to move someone like that when they were injured. They had anted Potter to inch out from under the collapsed roof, but it wasn't going to happen. Right when Snape pulled Harry out from the deathtrap, Lupin dropped the spell, and then fell to his knees. After a second, he crawled over to where Harry lay. He felt his pulse, and then looked into Snape's eyes. "We have to get him to Hogwarts now."
As if by magic (how ironic right?) the headmasters Phoenix, Fawks arrived in a ball of flames, then stuck out his tail to the three wizards. Snape and Lupin grabbed Harry softly, and then grabbed Fawks tail. They found themselves in the Great Hall in Hogwarts.
Lupin, who still really didn't trust Snape that much, and was very protective of Harry, picked the teen up, and ran, stumbling to the infirmary. "Poppy." Remus yelled.
The older witch stuck her head out of her office, "What in the world…." She rushed out and pointed to a bed, which Lupin laid the unmoving form down on.
"What happened?" She said as she checked Harry's vitals and such.
"The wards at Private Drive fell when his Aunt was noticed by a deatheater while driving and was killed. Then they simply took her ID and found the house. Harry's Uncle and Cousin were dead by the time we got there. Somehow, I'm guessing his core magic kicked in and he sent up a sort of 'signal flare.' We meaning Sevius and I, found him half buried under a collapsed section of roof from which some kind of curse hit. He said…..He said he couldn't feel his legs." Lupin looked over at the nurse, "Is he going to be Ok?"
"I don't know yet, Remus, we'll know soon I hope." Madam Pomfrey set about the task of looking for broken bones. She found 3 broken ribs, his shoulder was pulled from the socket from when Snape pulled him, but his legs were the worst. His left leg was broken in a few different spots, the femur and foot, while the right was broken in the hip, knee and ankle. When she carefully turned him so she could check his back, she gasped, causing Remus to jump up from where he was sitting.
"What's wrong?" he asked voice on edge.
Pomfrey traced a finger down his back; the teen was so skinny you could easily see his spine. "I think I found the problem." She was trying to sound strong. She finally got to a spot on his back where it looked like his spine was twisted.
"What is that?" Remus asked her, his voice weak.
"His back it broken." Pomfrey said sounding like she might get sick, "I've never seen anything like this."
"What do you mean?" Remus said as they turned Harry back over.
"His back's not cleanly broken, it can't be easily fixed. It's sort of….twisted, so a potion or spell can't do much for that. What I'm worried about is nerve damage, really I can repair the breaks in his legs but that's going to take a long time to fix if I can."
"What do you mean, 'if you can'?" Remus said, brushing some hair from Harry's forehead.
"Well, it's twisted, nerves probably damaged, there's not much I can do at this point. He's too weak to do much now. All we can do is fix his broken legs, ribs and pop his shoulder back in.
"Oh." Was her only response.
"Don't worry, he'll pull through, he always does, he's a fighter this one, he sure is." Pomfrey said as much to herself as she did the wizard standing by the teen's bedside.
Remus nodded, "You know, once he's stable I'm getting him out of here."
Pomfrey nodded, "I understand, you don't trust many people; he'd probably feel safer with you anyway, now I wonder what the Headmaster will think."
"I don't care, Harry's the last person I have, the only reason to go on living."
"Ah I knew that one." Albus Dumbledore said as he silently made his way over to the bed. "Poppy, what's the diagnosis?"
"As I said before Headmaster, he had three broken ribs, his shoulder was popped out, his legs had numerous breaks, and his spine is badly damaged."
"So you've taken care of the breaks, am I right?" Dumbledore said completely nonplussed at what she had told him.
"Yes everything but the back, it's going to be a hard fix if possible." Pomfrey was bustling around, cleaning up messes and gathering potions.
"Good, good, now Remus, I think I know what will help along Mr. Potter's recovery, if you know what I mean?" Dumbledore's eyes began to twinkle again.
It took Remus a moment to figure out what he meant, but soon figured it out. He slapped himself in the forehead, "Oh you mean why we were going to get him from his relatives, right Albus?'
"Yes, exactly, I'll stay here with Harry and Poppy while you go back to get what we are talking about."
"Ok, if he wakes up while I'm gone, tell him I'll be right back." Remus started to walk out the door, "You know Albus, you're asking for trouble putting the two of them together."
"Of course I know, that's the whole plan." Dumbledore laughed.