Run away

LuvaboyDan*Hesmyman's challenge

By Blueberrie

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter, JKR does and LuyaboyDan*Hesmyman owns the plot.

Chapter 2

A soft, distant beep echoed around the small white hospital room. A small boy was sleeping fitfully in the bed, curled up and moaning, and crying, crying for help. The boy with jet-black hair rolled over, narrowly missing falling out of the small bed.

"No! Please no, Sir, I didn't mean to look at Dudley's book! Please don't, it hurts, stop it, please!" The boy begged, clawing at his pillow, in a desperate attempt to get away. He violently rolled over on his side, sweat stuck his hair to his forehead, revealing a lightning bolt like scar. The boy's cries became more desperate, "No! Stop! Get away, DON'T! NO! GET AWAY FROM ME! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! Please Sir...!"

The beep became louder, shaper and more frequent.

The boy became quite, and stirred.

Large, frightened green eyes snapped open. His eyes nervously drifted around the room, taking everything in.

The door at the far corner of the room opened, Harry eyes widened in terror, and scrambled to the other side of the bed, grabbed a large, hardback book from his bed side table for protection. The shadow of a large person glided on and of the white painted walls, the shadow looked like his uncles. The boy who lived gasped, he ripped of all the wires connecting him to what he thought were strange machines. He pushed himself into the opposite corner of the room, holding the thick volume in front of him with weak hands, shaking with the effort and terror.

A plump nurse wondered into the room, her kind eyes sympathetically looking at the poor boy. She gave him a small smile. He breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled back at her. She raised one eyebrow, eyeing the thick book the small boy was holding in front of him. "Doing a bit of light reading." She smiled.

Harry blushed, and gingerly placed the book on the table. "How long have I been here?" he asked.

The nurse looked thoughtful for a minute, "You were brought in three weeks ago yesterday, and you've been in a coma until now." She paused, "I'm Kelly, and you are?"

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter." Harry shyly looked down at his bare feet, and noticed for the first time that he was only half dressed.

"Nice to meet you Harry. How old are you?"

"7." Harry replied.

"Would you like to take a walk with me Harry? If you're feeling up to it?" She asked, glancing at the bandage wrapped around the boy's lower stomach.

"Sure." And they walk down the corridor.

"And this is where you can come to watch some TV" Kelly finished the tour of the Hospital an hour later.

Harry attention focussed on the TV. He'd never been aloud to watch TV when he'd lived with the Dursley's. The BBC 6 o'clock news was on. "News has just come in this hour that a murderer has escaped from prison, police have yet to release information about which prison he has escaped from. However police have released a picture and his name, Sirius Black. Do not approach Sirius Black, he is highly dangerous, and if you have seen him or know of his whereabouts, please don't hesitate to contact police on the hotline number displayed on the bottom of the screen. A picture of a man with a hollow face, sunken blue eyes and long, tangled greasy black hair filled the television screen. Harry frowned; this Sirius Black seemed vaguely familiar.

Lightning consumed Harry's room with an eerie light. The shadow of a nearby tree flashed across the walls, floor and bed. Thunder filled, the room, echoing and bouncing of and from the walls around the room.

Harry stirred; more thunder filled the room, bringing Harry out of his peaceful slumber.

Lightning filled the room once more, Harry's eye's widened in shock, and there was a shadow of a stranger standing by the door. Harry leaped out of bed and switched his bedside light on, but there was no one standing by the door. He frowned, he was certain there was someone standing there a second ago...

The boy quietly walked over to the door, and peered outside of it. No one... He rolled his eyes, now he was getting paranoid; he quickly shut the door.

The-boy-who-lived turned round to his nice warm bed and stared in fear. Standing by his window was the stranger! "Hello, Harry Potter."

Harry screamed and scrambled to the door, but it was locked, he pulled and pulled but it wouldn't open. He turned round to face the stranger, he was holding up a stick, which was glowing at the end, revealing who he was. Harry recognised him instantly, he was locked in a room with the escaped convict Sirius Black.

The terrified boy screamed...

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