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Harry woke with a start, as he always did after a harsh beating. His breathing was labored, as if after running a marathon.
He wasn't where he normally was after a beating though.
The room was a pure white. There was a soft beeping in the background, and everything seemed quiet.
What's going on?
Harry looked around.
Where am I?
He tried to get up, but the pain in his arms was too much to push himself up.
Why am I here?
He looked around the room again. More detail came to him, but without his glasses, he couldn't see.
He heard a door open softly, and turned towards the noise.
"Ahh, you're awake. I was wondering when that would happen."
The blurry man moved closer to Harry's bed.
"Are you feeling better?"
Harry tried to give the man a fierce stare, but was ruined by the fact that he couldn't see what he was staring at.
"Could I have my glasses back, sir?" he asked.
"Sure, here." The man pressed a pair of glasses into his hands, and Harry opened them and put them on.
They were different from his normal glasses, but they worked just as well. They were thinner, with a smaller, squarer frame.
"How are you doing, young man? Do you hurt anywhere, or do you need anything?" the older man asked, as soon as Harry had gotten used to his new glasses.
"I'm fine. Why am I here, sir?" Harry questioned.
"When Mr. Flitwick brought you here, your body was covered in bruises and cuts. Would you mind telling me what happened?"
"I'm sorry, but Uncle Vernon told me I wasn't allowed to talk to people about what happened at home. Who's Mr. Flitwick?" asked Harry.
The man pondered this for a second. "Would you like me to go get him for you, so you can ask him yourself. The only thing I could tell you would be that he's a teacher, and he brought you here."
Harry nodded. "Sure!"
The man got up from the small chair he had sat in, and walked over to the door. He knocked, and a moment later, a woman poked her head inside.
"What can I do for you, Healer?" she asked.
"Get me Mr. Flitwick. This boy wants to talk to him." She nodded and pulled out of the room.
"It'll be a few minutes before Mr. Flitwick gets here, so why don't we talk?" the older man asked Harry.
"What's your name?" Harry immediately asked.
"I am Healer Franz Lorenz. My mother was temporarily insane when she named me," he laughed.
Harry laughed a little as well, before he asked his next question.
"What's going to happen to me, now? Will Uncle Vernon come to get me soon?"
"Personally, I don't know. I haven't met your uncle yet, and he hasn't been informed of your injury yet. Mr. Flitwick asked that for now."
"Alright… so when will I go home?"
"After we've had time to fully examine you, and make sure you are perfectly healthy," Franz responded.
Harry sighed. He hated spending time cooped up in one place for too long. Every time he did, it reminded him too much of his cupboard.
A knock came at the door. Franz called the person in.
Inside came the smallest adult Harry had ever had the fortune of meeting.
"Is he awa-" the man stopped on spotting Harry.
"You're awake! I was so worried!" The man rushed forward.
"Are you… Mister Flitwick? Are you the one who brought me in here?" Harry asked.
"Yes! I was coming to pick you up for your new school! I was going to come with you to get supplies." The short man responded. "I'll also be one of your teachers at Hogwarts!"
Harry's eyes bugged out. This man was a wizard, teaching at a magic school! That meant the letter was real! That also meant he had finally found his way to get away from the Dursleys!
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! I was so hoping it was real! But I had never heard of magic before, besides when Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia said it didn't exist. Oh, and when I read books, but that seemed so, unbelieveable!"
I can't believe its real
It's so wonderful
I wonder what he'll teach me
I hope its fun there
I'm so happy to finally get away