DISCLAIMER: I only wish I owned this! Anything you may recognize belongs to JK Rowling, and I ain't makin' a dime off of this. Wish I was though, and then maybe I could move out of this spacious cardboard box, lol!

A/N: I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm most likely going to be 2-3 chapters ahead of whatever is posted so I won't be doing review responses on this story. I'll just put a thank you on the bottom of each chapter. Depending on how long it takes to write a new chapter I should update every few days once I start, but I want to stay ahead so I won't post the next one til I have a new one written.

Chapter 2: Of Accidents and Discoveries

All of the factory workers stayed out til nearly midnight at the pub before calling it a night and heading home. Since Harry had only been drinking soda and water the entire night he was the most sober of the bunch. He had never really gotten into drinking alcohol, and didn't see the point in starting now. Especially since he thought his parents were killed in a drunken driving accident. After driving home the more pissed people, Harry began driving towards his own flat. He pulled onto the highway that would take him close to home, which luckily was only a few miles from Grunnings, and turned up the radio to a new song that he liked. It was called 'Save a horse (Ride a cowboy)' by Big and Rich out of America. His friend Dan had introduced him to Country music a few years ago and while some of it was way too twangy for him, he enjoyed the faster songs like this one. (A/N: I'm only shifting the storyline forward three years to make this applicable along with some other things. So Harry's b-day would effectively be July 31st, 1983.)

After driving down the highway for a few minutes he noticed something decidedly strange, it looked as if a car was coming down the wrong side of the highway, but that couldn't be right…could it? Unfortunately it was, and Harry had nowhere to go since the car was swerving from side to side on the road. Due to the age of his car (while his care was a little newer than before it was still only a few years younger than himself), the impact caused his seatbelt to rip sending him through the windshield into the ditch. The last thought that ran through his head before darkness claimed him was I can't believe I'm going the same way my parents did. It took precious little time for the ambulance, fire trucks, and police to arrive on the scene. The driver of the oncoming car died on impact while Harry wasn't so lucky. He had suffered not only a concussion, but four broken ribs, one of which punctured his right lung, internal bleeding, a cracked skull, multiple fractures in both his arms and his legs, and…a broken nose. After several hours of evasive surgery they managed to remove the rib in his lung and patch it up along with stopping the bleeding from his lung, kidney, stomach, and appendix (which they removed due to the damage). Harry was immediately carted off to the ICU so he could be under observation until they were sure he would make it. He was listed as John Doe as his wallet was thrown from his body when he was tossed from the car.

Should be stars here, but doesn't allow them anymore it seems

Little Whinging Telegraph

Late last night on the motorway an accident claimed the life of a drunk driver and may have claimed the life of another. Vernon Dursley, 50, of Little Whinging, was driving heavily intoxicated on the incorrect side of the motorway last night when he careened into an on-coming motorist. Mr. Dursley was killed on impact, while the driver of the other car was forcibly thrown from his car with such force it tore the safety-belt he had been wearing. At this time St. Mary's is not able to release a name for the other motorist as his identity is unknown. According to doctors the John Doe was admitted with a concussion, a cracked skull, internal bleeding, four broken ribs, a punctured lung, multiple fractures in his arms and legs, and a broken nose. He is currently being held in the Intensive Care Unit under observation; it is unknown at this time whether or not he will survive. Details will be made available as soon as they are released.

Elizabeth Moore, Telegraph Reporter

"Josh, doesn't a Vernon Dursley work for you," Hermione asked from behind the newspaper.

"Not anymore. I fired him yesterday, why," Josh asked curiously.

"He killed himself and maybe another in a drunk driving accident last night," she told him solemnly. She had been around too much death over the years to really be affected by it, but she felt nobody should die needlessly.

"That bastard," Josh spat, "After what he did to Harry he deserves it!"

"Who's Harry," she asked eager to change subjects.

"Remember me asking if you could take a co-worker shopping for some decent clothes this weekend due to a promotion?"

"Since you only asked five minutes ago I'd hope so," she chuckled.

"That's him. His name's Harry Potter. Damn good worker too, only been with the firm just under four months and he's getting a managerial job," Josh said proud of his friend.

"Did you just say Harry Potter," she asked stunned.

"Yeah, why?"

"What did he look like," she prompted quickly.

"He's about 5'6", kinda scrawny, has unruly black hair, bright green eyes, glasses, oh and he has this weird scar on his forehead. Says he's had it since he was a baby, it's in the shape of a lightning bolt," Josh responded somewhat suspicious.

"HE'S ALIVE," she screamed unable to believe that the person who had defeated the Dark Lord at the age of one and thought dead for the past 12 years was alive and kicking.

"Um, yeah, what's going on? Is he an ex of yours or something," Josh asked worriedly, "If he is you don't have to worry about taking him shopping."

"No, he's not. I've never met the man, but, oh, I have to go. I'll be back tonight," she said in a rush before giving him a quick kiss and Apparating out. She had told him all about the Wizarding World when they had begun dating knowing she could Obliviate him later if need be. She just didn't want to have to ride a bus, walk, or take a cab far enough away to Apparate when she wanted to see him. Hermione arrived at the gates of Hogwarts within seconds and hurriedly pushed them open before dashing towards the front doors. She literally threw the front doors open before taking every short cut she knew to Albus' office and screaming Canary Creams at the gargoyle meters before she even reached it. The gargoyle jumped out of the way with a growl and a sour look at Hermione as she ran up the revolving stairs and burst through the door without even knocking.

"To what do I owe the pleasure Ms. Granger," Albus asked amusedly.

"Harry…Potter…is…alive," she said between breaths.

"What," Albus asked not daring to believe what he had heard.

"My boyfriend…Joshua Reilly…works with him…at a muggle firm called Grunnings," she replied trying to get her breaths more under control before continuing, "He described what Harry should look like to a T, even the scar on his forehead! He's alive," she finished at a near shout. She wasn't exactly sure why she had felt the need to tell Albus so soon, but it was just a gut feeling which she had learned to trust after she had failed to do so her first year at Hogwarts. She had always blamed herself for Voldemort returning because she had seen the signs of something going on and her gut had told her to investigate, but she ignored it.

"The Quill, it doesn't lie. The only way it can cross a name off is if the person dies," Albus responded.

"What if for some reason he suppressed his magic accidentally? To the point the Quill thought him muggle," she asked showing off the ingenuity and intelligence she was famed for.

"I don't see why that would have happened," Albus trailed off.

"Sir, who was Potter living with when he was younger," she asked, her analytical side taking over.

"His mother's sister, Petunia Dursley, and her husband Vernon," he told her unsure as to what she was getting at. She brushed past him and grabbed some floo powder before calling out the floo registry at the ministry of magic.

"Hermione, what can I do for you," a young witch asked.

"No time Parvati, I need you to connect a muggle fireplace to the network quickly. We might have a lead on Harry Potter. My boyfriend says he works with him," she said in a rush. Parvati's face went white before asking for the address which Hermione supplied. "I'll be right back Albus." She tossed some more floo powder in before calling out Reilly residence and disappearing.

"Josh! Are you here," she yelled out.

"Yeah, what's wrong 'Mione," he asked concerned.

"I need you to come with me. If the Potter you work with is the same Potter that I think he is then things might be looking up and we might be able to spend more time together," she told him before grabbing his hand and pulling him into the fireplace back to the Headmaster's office.

"Mr. Reilly, please, have a seat," Albus said politely.

"Thank you sir," he replied somewhat frightened. He had known Hermione was a witch, but traveling through fire was a shock to the system. Albus and Hermione gave him a few minutes to collect himself before they began their interrogation.

"Call me Albus. Now, Mr. Reilly, Hermione tells me that you work with a Harry Potter is that correct," Albus asked peering into the younger muggles eyes (well, younger than Dumbledore at any rate, lol!).

"Yes Albus, and call me Josh. What's all this about?"

"Well you see around 12 years ago we had a Harry Potter on our list. Maybe I should explain that a little first," Albus remarked with a chuckle. "Every time a witch or wizard is born within our, I guess you would call it, district, that child is added to our list. Now, generally the only way a child is taken off the list is because of death, and 12 years ago Harry Potter was removed from our list. We assumed him dead. We are only trying to verify whether or not this is the same person, because if it is that means that he suppressed his powers to the point that the list thought him dead or muggle. Should his powers become un-blocked, he could potentially hurt himself and others not knowing how to control the amount of power that would be unleashed."

"What do you need to know," Josh asked immediately. He wasn't afraid for his own safety from Harry, but he didn't want Harry hurting himself.

"Do you know if the Mr. Potter you work with has any family," he asked.

"If you could call that tub of lard family, then I suppose the now deceased Vernon Dursley, his wife, and their son Dudley," Josh ground out still angry at Vernon.

"What do you mean now deceased," Albus asked concerned.

"Mr. Dursley killed someone in a car accident last night," Hermione filled in, "He was driving drunk on the wrong side of the road and hit someone. He died on impact, but the other person is in the hospital."

"That is most unfortunate," Albus intoned.

"Not really," Josh muttered.

"Do you know anything of Harry's home life with them," Albus asked, the twinkle that had been missing for so many years returning with a vengeance.

"Vernon was an abusive whale. Harry's bedroom was a cupboard until he moved out after high school, he was a slave, starved half the time, verbally abused, and I'm guessing beaten as well," Josh replied, getting angry all over again at Vernon, "The stupid git tried hitting Harry in my office, with me sitting right there! I had just fired him due to his abuse of employees and he decided it was Harry's fault and was about to take it out on him if I hadn't stepped in. I assume it wasn't the first time because Harry curled up in a protective ball on reflex."

"That explains why," Albus remarked, looking older than his 159 years. "He must have caused accidental magic and been punished for it so he suppressed his magic." All of the members of the office, portraits included, looked enraged that such a small child would be treated in such a way. Albus felt terribly guilty for leaving him there in the first place, but could not dwell on it at this point in time. "We must find him soon, or I'm afraid all hope is lost."

"What do you mean 'all hope is lost'," Josh asked suspiciously. He didn't want anything to happen to someone he viewed as family.

"Has Hermione explained what's going on in our world right now," Albus asked receiving two nods in reply, "Shortly before Harry was born there was a prophecy made that could have applied to Mr. Potter or one other boy. Now, I'm not one to generally believe in prophecies but the first half of this one has already come to pass so I think it is believable. It basically said that at the end of July a baby would be born to parents that had defied the Dark Lord three times, and that the baby would be marked as an equal by Voldemort. Which is the part that came true, Harry was marked with the lightning bolt scar when Voldemort attempted to kill him after he had already killed his parents. The other half of the prophecy speaks of a power that Voldemort doesn't know of, and that the child would have the power to vanquish the Dark Lord." When he finish Hermione gasped and sat down quickly while Josh paled. He may've been a muggle, but he could figure out what that meant. "The final part said that neither can live while the other survives, implying that Harry is the only one who may kill Voldemort."

"I won't give him up," Josh said getting angry.

"What," Hermione asked astonished.

"Harry is like a brother to me. I won't give him to you people so you can train him to be a weapon and then discard him when you have no use for him. I may not have known him that long, but he's as good as family to me," Josh said defiantly.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this," Albus said before, "Obliviate!"

"So Harry suppressed his magic, and if it un-blocks he could be a danger to himself," Josh asked after he regained his mental faculties.

"Yes. We need to find him soon and make sure when the blocks are taken off he does not harm himself," Albus responded as if the previous part of the conversation never happened.

"I can give him a call when I get home," he told them with a smile, "I'm sure Harry would like to know about this stuff." A knock at the door startled them all, Albus sent a cursory glance at the door before saying 'come in'. Sybil Trelawney came into the office with a blank face and a far-off look in her eyes, and immediately everyone knew that something was wrong.

"My dear, what's wrong," Albus asked worriedly, he sat up in attention when he heard her speaking in a dead tone that he had only heard her use once before.

"There shall be one,

Born of the royal line

From the doomed civilization,

He shall be born to a future

Where it is only a myth.

The Phoenix shall come to his home

To a world he never knew existed,

To train the power he suppressed,

And save the great city

That was blessed by Civilia herself.

The Phoenix shall win the war

Only to be sent back

To fight anew.

The Basilisk and the Phoenix shall battle

And should the Dark win

There will be the Universe to pay,

But shall the Light conquer

Atlantis will be born anew

Under the rule of the reluctant Phoenix."

Stars

"Ugh, what happened," Harry groaned as he attempted to open his eyes. The sound of his voice made the nurse giving him a sponge bath jump in shock.

"You're awake," she screeched.

"Why wouldn't I be," he asked dumbly.

"We weren't sure whether you'd make it," she responded sounding relieved.

"Why? Where am I? What happened to me," he asked confused.

"I'll get the doctor and he can explain it to you," she responded kindly before practically sprinting out of the room. It was only then that Harry noticed he was seeing perfectly without his glasses on. What the hell is going on?

"I see you're awake," a cheery voice called from the doorway, "I'm Dr. Conners, by the way, what would your name be? We couldn't find any identification on you."

"Harry, Harry Potter," he responded, "What happened?"

"You were involved in a car accident. Someone, driving drunk, drove on the wrong side of the motorway and crashed into your car at over 160 Kilometers per hour. Some prat named Vernon Dursley, he's lucky he died on impact otherwise he would be in a world of trouble right now," Dr. Conners explained.

"THAT BASTARD HIT ME? Of course the stupid git went and got drunk after he lost his job, and of course he just had to hit me!"

"Did you know him," the Conners asked worried about the blood pressure of his patient.

"He was my Uncle," Harry spat.

"I take it you didn't like him?"

"Like him? I hated the man," Harry yelled. Dr. Conners looked to make sure Harry's pulse wasn't getting to high, but noticed the machine wasn't on. In fact the only electrically powered thing in the room that was working was the lighting. Luckily the IV wasn't powered so that wasn't affected, but unfortunately the respirator that was hooked up to Harry's nose wouldn't be working either.

"Calm down Mr. Potter. He's gone now, and since you woke up you'll be fine," he tried to reassure the young man. Harry took a few deep breaths to calm himself and relax knowing that getting angry at someone who was now dead wouldn't do him a bit of good. "I'm going to have to get some different monitors in here seeing as how these seem to be malfunctioning. Do you have any questions before I leave?"

"Yeah, when can I get out? I'm supposed to start a new job on Monday," Harry responded seemingly more calm and with a laugh.

"Well, seeing as how you're healing rather quickly I should think Tuesday at the latest. It all depends on how strong you are, but we'll see how things go. I'm going to go get some more equipment quickly, there's a television in here if you want to watch something," the doctor told him before sweeping out of the room. After trying three different sets of equipment and receiving the same results every time they had to resort to doing things the old way, with a stethoscope, a manual blood pressure gage, etc… Harry was definitely sick of it all by the time evening came. Seeing as how he felt perfectly fine and not physically tired at all Harry waited until it was nearly midnight before sneaking out of his room. He was quite thankful that the hospital pajamas were a pair of pants and a shirt, he would've been embarrassed in a hospital gown.

Stars

An hour earlier from a lookout above Earth

"Sister, are you sure he is the one that your prophecy foretold," a graying man with vibrant blue eyes in a pin-striped suit asked.

"Yes brother, he is the savior that we have been awaiting," responded a woman who appeared to be around the same age with deep chocolate brown eyes. She wore an outfit similar to that of Neville's gran, only without the hat.

"Why did you let that fake seer tell them of your prophecy," he asked intrigued.

"They couldn't interfere or all would be lost," she told him.

"I suppose the same applies to the other one you let her use before he was born," he asked not expecting an answer, which is exactly what he got.

"You know the young ones will not like our interference on Earth. They like to forget this planet exists," the man said somewhat tiredly.

"I know, but to not interfere would be far worse," she responded.

"What would happen," he asked knowing that he wouldn't get a straight answer.

"There would be the universe to pay," was her cryptic answer.

"All right, I'll do my part and send him back," the old man responded resignedly.

"Thank you Timeus," she near whispered before disappearing.

"You're welcome Destiny," he absently replied looking towards the heavens.

A/N: Ok, I was going to try to do a few chapters before posting one, but I'm impatient to see what ya'll think of it so far so I'm posting both chapters. I'm going to run a vote, do you think I should continue with my original plan after this or should I just post chapters as I finish them? Vote in your review please! Oh, and please review!