Title: Easy Way Out
Chapter two
Ten days after Harry slit his wrists, all of the professors at Hogwarts waited anxiously for a certain boy with raven black hair and a lightening bolt scar to wake up. As they sat around his hospital bed they could not help but wonder why none of them had seen the obvious signs of abuse. Or better yet, why one Mr. Harry Potter had not confided in them about the abuse. It seemed as though this question would be answered soon though because Harry was finally showing signs of awakening from the magical stasis coma that he had been placed in.
Remus Lupin sighed where he sat by Harry's bed. He had been the one to find the boy not two minutes after he had taken his life. Immediately upon arrival, he had performed spells to heal the wounds and restore his breathing. He had been able to bring life back to the body. Then he quickly picked him up and activated his emergency portkey to Hogwarts infirmary.
Poppy had set to work as soon as Harry was put on one of the sick beds. She immediately put him under a magical stasis coma to prevent his body from worsening. For ten days the entire staff at Hogwarts, including Snape, worried about the boy, and wondered if he would ever wake up. There was also the possibility that there would be brain damage.
Now, finally Harry was waking up, and all were crowded around his bed side waiting anxiously for him to show signs of consciousness. Finally, a small groan came from the boy as he struggled to open his eyes. When he finally had his eyes open he sat up quickly and said…
"Who are you all? Where am I?" he asked in somewhat of a panic.
"Easy, take it easy my boy," the Headmaster said soothingly," You're safe and sound here at Hogwarts. The professors are all here with me, and we are very much glad that you finally woken up my dear boy."
"So I am at Hogwarts? But that still doesn't explain who you are, or why I am here, "the raven haired boy hissed with an impatient tone. "Or why I can't see properly," he added as an afterthought.
The professors glanced at each other nervously. Could the boy possibly have lost his memory?
Albus Dumbldore cleared his throat and said," Well first of all, the reason you can't see properly might have something to do with the fact that you aren't wearing your glasses, and the second…."
"Wait! Hold it right there. What do you mean glasses? I don't wear glasses!"
"Oh –um- I see," Dumbldedore said in a concerned manner, "well then. In answer to your other questions, I am Headmaster Dumbledore. You probably didn't recognize me because you weren't wearing your glasses, but…."
"What do you mean "recognize you"? As far as I know we have never met," the raven haired boy responded incredulously.
"But Harry…"
"Who's Harry?"
"You are."
"No. I'm not. My name is Salazar. Salazar Slytherin."
