Bright!
So...soo...painfully bright!
Who the heck decided it was a good idea to steal the Sun and hide it in his cupboard? Dang it!
He silently groaned, biting his lips harshly to stop the pitiful whimper that left his lips. He is still too sore to handle any more of Uncle Vernon's beating. He will probably die this time.
As he was thinking about this, a largely guttural gibberish coming just beside the bed had him snap his attention to the present. Wait a minute, his bed in the Cupboard certainly didn't feel this soft. And was it a blanket on top of him? And who's speaking?
Dear Lord, where is he? They can't be that merciful to actually have him admitted into a hospital this time? Is he finally discovered by someone? Did the police came and took him under?
His internal monologue and list of questions were again disrupted when a gruffy voice with hard consonant sounds anchoring syllables spoke, "Mr. Harry? Can you hear me?"
What? Who is that? The speaker doesn't sound remotely...human. Is he dreaming?
Instead of asking, he groaned in reply. A gruffy chuckle came before the speaker starting to bark in some gibberish language that made no sense to him. He wanted to struggle and wake up, he truly did, especially when he felt his mouth being parted and some cold liquid is being poured into his mouth forcefully. Maybe he shouldn't drink whatever his non-human captors are feeding him. Maybe he should spit it out. But at this point, he felt so thirsty so he didn't even protest, instead drank the honey-like liquid greedily and deeply. As soon as the liquid went past his throat, he felt his head being carefully lowered and a warm feeling spreading all over his body. After that, everything went blank.
The next time he woke up, his body was numb, bordering on soreness around the edges, which only means his injuries are healing. He felt adequately rested. When the thought passed his mind he frowned mentally. What time is it? He can't have enough time to give his skinny body enough rest to heal. Aunt Petunia made sure of that. Or maybe they all went out for a weekend and locked him in his cupboard?
Feeling hopeful, he slowly blinked open his eyes. The brightness was bearable, letting him adjust his eyes. He darted his eyes around, frowning when he noticed a white ceiling that is far away from his reach. He blinked once, twice, then the unusual blur reduced to the usual blur but the white ceiling didn't turn grey, neither did the distance reduce. Wait, he is not in his cupboard? He blinked again, his hand groping for the glass near the pillow for a better view.
Only to find there are no glasses.
Dang it, where are they? Did he put it somewhere else? But that's not possible. He never put it anywhere other than beside his pillow. He doesn't even have any other place. That's when he noticed the softness of the mattress.
Wait, he is not hallucinating then? He truly is not in his cupboard?
Where is he? Is it really some kind of hospital this time? Nothing else can describe the white-colored room he was in. Besides, it's not like he has anywhere else to go.
Ah! Hospital then.
"Ah, finally awake, I see."
He blinked, looking up to find who entered the room. It was two small humanoid gremlin-like creatures with flat faces, broad noses, pointed ears, wide mouths, and small, sharp fangs. One was standing near the door and the other - an important-looking one approached him. Oh dear Lord, is this some kind of Alien? Did a UFO come and kidnapped him from Private Drive? Or did the Dursleys sell him out? But if he was kidnapped or sold, why did they give him a better place than the Dursleys has ever offer?
"Who you?" He panicked, his eyes wide with fear, voice crocking and lisping being used for the first time in a long time.
The alien smirked, "Fret not, little Harry. I am Goblin Healer Sharptooth. You are under my care for now."
Hold on - did he just say Goblin?
But, Goblins are some mythological animals, they're not real. There's nothing like Magic, Goblins, Vampires, or Werewolf in real life, right?
Then what...how...
But most importantly...
"Who's Harry?"