Harry looked up at the white ceiling of his room at Saint Mungo's.

"You think they'll let me out of these restraints soon?" asked Harry. "Well, er, Harry, they say they want to keep you under evaluation for a few days." said Neville.

Pansy looked around, then leaned closer to Harry. "Just tell them you've been feeling sick... try to convince them you're just sleep deprived and you've been under pressure at school... If you can keep your cool, they should let you out of here." she said. Draco nodded. "Yheah, it's probably best you don't tell them the real story. Snape says they could keep you here for much longer if you try to convince them of all that. Er, you don't want to stay here, right, Harry?" said Draco. Neville shot him an chastising look. Harry frowned. "Of bloody COURSE I don't want to stay here. Why would I possibly want to be stuck inside Saint Mungo's?" said Harry. "No reason. Why would you? You're right, of course..." he said, looking uncomfortable once again.

"Anyway," said Neville, "Snape says you're ok... I mean, he says you're going to be ok, that you're not crazy and we should help you figure out what's going on... Why don't you tell us everything in detail, in your own words?" Neville said.

Harry nodded. He thought for a moment about how to get started, then opened his mouth to begin explaining. But suddenly, a question occured to him. He looked at Neville. "Hey, did you hear... or see anything about my Godfather being at the school today?" Harry asked. He wanted to know if Dumbledore actually had floated poor Sirius through the school like that, though he felt fairly certain the answer would be yes. But more importantly, maybe they had also heard something about what had happened to Sirius afterwards.

Neville, Draco and Pansy's expressions became indignant and disgusted. "Even when you expect the absolute worst from Dumbledore, he always surprises you. This is a new low, even for him! If this school were run any worse we'd have you-know-who as Headmaster!" said Draco. "That might be an improvement." Pansy said.

"So, you heard about it then?" Harry asked, unhappily.

"It wasn't exactly done discreetly", said Neville, darkly. "If he didn't have the Ministry of Magic doting over him, he wouldn't get away with this shite."

Harry seethed, clenching his fists. He'd personally make this sham Dumbledore pay for this. "Where's Sirius?" he asked through clenched teeth.

"Oh, Harry, they didn't tell you?" said Pansy, looking sickly. "Tell me what!" asked Harry. "He's been put in Azkaban." said Draco. "WHAT?" said Harry. "Temporarily! Temporarily, mate! Calm down, they're gonna keep you in here forever if you don't calm down..." said Draco. Harry began shouting. "DUMBLEDORE DRAGS HIM THROUGH THE SCHOOL UPSIDE DOWN AND NAKED AND THEY LOCK SIRIUS UP! HOW THE HELL..." Harry exploded.

A very round female healer with greying brown hair came in. "Hello, there, Harry. I think that's enough visitation for one day." she said. She approached Neville, Draco and Pansy. Harry fought back his emotions, shutting up. He was never going to get out of here if he ranted and raved, no matter if it was the only sane reaction or not. He had to pretend he felt fine, even though that would be true insanity. He tried to calm himself down and explain himself reasonably to the healer. "Please, don't make them leave yet... they were just telling me some bad news. I'm sorry, I'll keep it down." he said. She looked at him for a moment, frowning skeptically, but finally gave a nod and left the room.

Harry turned back towards Neville, Draco and Pansy. "I told you, mate, Dumbledore's got the Ministry in his pocket. From what I heard, I reckon Dumbledore told them Sirius had threatened his life and was tresspassing and the Ministry ruled in his favor...But he should be out in a few months!" said Neville. Harry moaned; he couldn't help it. Somehow he'd gotten Sirius locked up in Azkaban again. And when would he get a chance to see him again? What if he was back to his regular life by the time Sirius was out? How was he ever going to get back to his regular life? And how could he leave Sirius? He would just have to find a way to take Sirius with him...

"Harry? I'm sure he's going to be alright... you said he's been in there before and he's tough..." said Pansy. "He's been in there before?" said Harry. "Erm, yheah. You don't remember that, I suppose. You don't remember anything? I mean, everything's just totally different?" said Draco. "Yheah," Harry said, letting out a frustrated sigh, "The whole world's changed. Everybody's acting different, everything's gone topsy turvy...what I remember is this world, and everybody here, but it's all wrong, it's like somebody switched everything around. Everything's completely different..." said Harry. Harry realized something, and tried to bolt upright in bed. Since he was strapped down, he didn't get very far.

"Do you know anything of my parents? Do you know anything about James and Lily Potter?" said Harry, looking at Neville. Neville frowned for a minute, his mouth open slightly, then he looked heartbroken. He shook his head, sadly. "Harry, something happened to your parents." he said. He reached out and put a hand on Harry's upper arm. Harry's eyes welled with tears, though he wasn't sure why. It wasn't like it was a shock to learn they were dead. But Harry didn't have the scar. How had they died? "Was it Voldemort?" asked Harry. Neville nodded, slowly. "How did it happen? Why did I live?" said Harry. "Live? Harry... your parents aren't dead, but they were harmed by Voldemort. They were, they aren't... Harry, the healers at Saint Mungo's have done everything they can for them. They're here. They've been here for many years. They can't talk. They were tortured, Harry. Voldemort's Death Eaters were responsible and your parents haven't been... they can't relate to anything anymore." said Neville, looking pale and pained.

Harry knew that his parents had been tortured to insanity, just like the ordinary Neville's had been. The thought was even worse than them being dead. How could this become of them? It was too horrible a fate to be possible. They were better off dead than left like this. Harry couldn't stand the thought of seeing them in such a state, but he knew he had no choice. Harry turned his head and began to violently throw up on the hospital bed.

"Harry! Quick, get a healer!" said Neville. Draco, who was teary eyed, ran to the door of the room and called for help. Pansy let out a sob. The same healer who'd come in earlier re-entered.

The healer had gotten Harry's bed into an upright position, which apparently Harry could have done as well if he'd asked it. The healer soon saw Neville, Draco and Pansy out of the room.

Harry continued wretching after his stomach had gone dry, and had been given a potion to stop his heaves. The healer examined him and questioned him. Harry wasn't sure what to say to her, and it was hard to keep caring about appearing sane. He mumbled something about not feeling well. She gave him another potion, this one soothing, and she told his bed to ease back down.

The healer was hovering near the bed and looking at Harry. Harry felt a bit calmer after drinking the last potion, but he still felt utterly horrible. "Did your friends say something that upset you?" asked the healer. Harry shook his head no. "Will I be able to see my parents? They're staying at this hospital." Harry asked, his voice only coming out in a whisper. "I know, dear, you've been to visit them many times. You may see them again, but not tonight." said the healer. She tried to question him for a few more minutes about what was going on in his head, but Harry barely responded and she finally left.

Harry lay in his hospital bed looking out the small window on the wall. The thought of seeing his parents now filled him with dread, but at the same time he wished he could break through his restraints and rush into their room. Harry watched the sky grow to a dusky blue, and then fat drops of rain began hitting the window. He wished Sirius was here. He wished he was back with Ron and Hermione and a sane Dumbledore. He wished he knew what kind of sick game the universe was playing with him. Harry closed his eyes and tried not to think about the fact that his parents were sitting somewhere inside the building with him, lost to the world because they'd encountered Voldemort's evil.

To be continued...

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