M.L. Snape

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Chapter 2: shocking discoveries

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The ambulance driver had sent the boy to the nearest hospital, the Surrey medical hospital and watched as a team of nurses and doctors came rushing to the small, pale boy who looked extremely young and quickly pushed him through the double doors and away and he just thought how bad he felt for the small boy and hoped all went well for him as he pulled out of the hospital drive.

He felt through a thick mist wondering where he was and how he'd gotten there. He could hear some noise ahead and continued toward it as though drawn to it mesmerizing sounds filled his head beckoning him towards it. He felt very peaceful though he knew he didn't belong here as he continued hearing those voices call to him and realize they were speaking not to him but others around him they sounded worried. He looked around him and noticed he was alone so he simply continued to follow the voices as they grew ever louder and he stopped as he heard the voices, they were close he could feel it. He wished he could just reach them and he knew he'd be alright and to his amazement he saw a light form straight ahead where the voices were coming from.

He stood staring at it and then something inside him in his head shot through him he remembered everything. Hermione, Ron, Hogwarts, and especially what happened at the Dursley's, what happened to him? Why was he here and who were those voices he heard. Was he dead and if so where was his mum and dad? He continued to stare at the light as it vibrated warmth to him though not necessarily comforting warmth but still reassuring warmth. He decided to head toward the voices and see if he could find his way back. He warily stepped forward as the light grew stronger and closer a soft humming in his ear at the vibrated warmth. He tentatively stepped closer until those voices were so close he could almost reach them. He thought once more of his friends. Hogwarts, and everything else and finally mustered enough Gryffindor courage as he stepped into the light that blazed blue and he felt a sharp pain in his skull that shot down his entire length he felt the immense pain and Harry Potter knew no more as the light sucked him up from the dark and he suddenly felt pain and immense confusion as he lay looking up at harried looking women and men rushing him on a rolling bed. He was terribly frightened as he didn't know what was going on or even who he was.

The nurses looked down to see the frightened boy looking up at them with confusion etched on his face. They quickly explained he needed surgery on his head and would be putting him to sleep for the operation and told him they would put medicine in him to make him go to sleep and not to worry. They spoke to him as though a small child though he certainly looked it. He seemed to relax as soon as they stuck the I.V. in his wrist as his eyes fluttered a moment before closing as he was wheeled into a surgical ward and began their surgery as they feared he may have head trauma and could possibly have had memory loss from the incident. They finished the surgery and were now sewing up to large gap in his head with stitches. Soon after they pushed into sterile room with its large windows and stark white walls they gently proceeded to lift him into the large bed careful of his I.V. and syringe bag and left him to tend to other patients until he awoke.

He awoke several hours later to a strange new room that depicted white walls and light blue borders along with a large window which was open slightly and let in a cool breeze that hit his face.

He wondered where he was and felt a dull pain in his head from what he wasn't sure. He was very confused as well as he had no idea where he was or how he'd gotten there in the first place though what bothered him the most was he didn't know who he was. At that moment a young woman with brunette hair pulled into a bun walked in wearing a light pink scrubs suit and holding a document in her hands. She smiled at the confused boy and spoke in a soft voice. "Hello I see you are finally awake good, good!" "My name is Michelle." She seemed very friendly to him so he smiled softly and said in an equally soft voice "Hello"

She studied him a moment before continuing "Well I am here to ask you a few questions as you seem to be functioning properly and all." He frowned slightly at that and asked "Why wouldn't I be functioning properly?" She seemed to hesitate as if not really wanting to tell him but hesitantly gave in "Well you had an injury to your head and we…we feared there might be permanent damages like irregular functional patterns or possibly memory loss which is why I'm going to be asking you a few questions okay."

He thought this over and said his acceptance. "Alright I'm must first ask you, what is your name?" He looked down at the sheets and scrunched his eyes shut in concentration and sighed. "I can't remember really what my name is." He looked saddened but the look Michelle gave him said it was okay so he nodded and she continued "Who are your parents, what do they look like?" "Hmmm…Well they are umm oh I don't know." He looked very upset and felt horrible who were his parents and where were they, why weren't they here with him? She saw his distress look and gave his hand a small squeeze "What do you remember" she asked after a long moment's pause "I don't know I can't really remember anything like well I was a like a haze and I just feel like I should remember something but I can't."

She sighed and then looked at him he seemed tired and confusion etched his features but she could also sense his remorse over this. "Well I have collected a bit of information on you from a neighbor that used to live next door to you, would you like me to tell you the information?" He visibly perked up at this as she showed him the documents she held in her hands. "Yes please!" He said as she chuckled at his reaction to this information. So she silently opened the file just reading this information for the first time as well she quietly scanned it showing some brief signs of sadness though tried to hide it from the small boy for now. "Well your name is Harry, Harry James Potter to be exact, such a nice name!" she commented seeing Harry turn this new information over in his head "Harry?" "Hmm" he said thoughtfully before nodding for her to continue.

"Your Parents were Lily Evans Potter and James Harold Potter." Harry looked down and stayed silent for a minute "Did you say were?" "Where are they shouldn't they be here?" He looked up to her asking for answers and she sighed "Harry there's something I need to tell you about your parents." Harry saw the sadness in her eyes and the pity she held for him? Harry became worried what happened to them? She continued "Harry they aren't coming to see you as they can't" "Oh please don't tell me they are…" "I'm sorry Harry they died when you were only a year old…murdered as I heard only you survived."

He had his head in his hands he was all alone he was orphaned and so confused and he couldn't even remember his own parents that had died so long ago, would he ever remember after this?" He began to cry softly trying so hard to remember the parents he once had. Michelle tried to comfort the distressed boy but knew how upset he must be she pulled him into a hug and sat for a moment as she knew his sorrows weren't over quite yet so she decided to get it all done at once. They quickly wrapped up their conversation which was stopped when she had mentioned the Dursley's abuse towards him which only worsened his condition and set off to get him breakfast.

Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts was sitting down for his breakfast with his staff when a large Ministry barn owl swooped into the great hall and landed right in front of him. He quickly opened it and found a letter from the Minister of magic and quickly became distressed as it read:

Dear Headmaster of Hogwarts, I am terribly sorry for the hasty summary but I have some awfully terrible news. There was a disturbance at Privet Drive only yesterday around noon. As you know this is the residence of Mr. Harry Potter and it seems was rushed to the Surrey muggle hospital after a head injury he is now stable but has had head trauma and now has no memory of the wizarding world or of his muggle life as well as you know without the blood wards he is vulnerable to the Dark lord and his Death eaters and I would like someone to stay with him at all times though I cannot remain with him and I so hope you or one of your staff could until we can take him somewhere else as he is no longer able to stay at Privet Drive as his guardians are being charged with Abuse in the boy and were caught on tape verbally abusing the boy instead of being at the hospital with Mr. Potter. So please go up to the Hospital and we shall speak later with where he shall be placed.

Regards, Minister Fudge

Albus then stood up and asked for silence in the hall and all the professors listened intently. "Severus, Minerva please come with me to the Surrey hospital as it seems Mr. Potter was taken there after a head injury as to keep an eye on him for the time being. Everyone else please send word if you hear any word on anything." All the professors nodded and he distinctly heard Severus loudly comment "Potter is just an attention seeking brat" though the situation Albus's eyes twinkled, Severus would sure be surprised at what he would find. At that moment the two approached Minerva seemed concerned at Albus's calm features and caught the mischievous twinkle in his eyes and knew he already had a plan ready. Severus remained in the same mood all the way until they reached the hospital as all three wizards looked up at it in confusion and sadness well hidden from Severus. He had only been to a hospital once and it was when his mother had died after an unfortunate muggle car accident. He had visited the night before she had passed and was the last to see her before she left him alone with his abusive father. He would never admit this unexpected trip to the hospital was not Potter's fault on his subdued anger and depression. The odd looking trio made their way through the self- sliding doors.

They ignored the many stares and awe stricken looks as Albus led the way to a front desk that said patient information booth. They faced a young woman in her early twenties typing fervently on the keyboard and was startled from her reverie to face three odd looking people clad in strange dresses and listened as the older of the three spoke.

"Hello miss, we are looking for a patient, his name is Harry Potter, and we are his teachers at his school and would like to see him please." She regarded them closely and then answered "He is in room 123 on the third floor and you are aware of his ailment?" Before the other two could ask what she meant Albus intervened "Yes we are aware, Thank you!" With that he headed towards the lifts the receptionist located for them beckoning the two younger witch and wizard who both looked thoroughly confused wondering what the muggle meant by of what ailment Potter could possibly have. They followed Albus to the lift and waited as the lift ascended up to the third level. They stiffened visibly when the lifts parted and they stepped out to an eerily silent ward only broken by a stifled cry or occasional voice. The sicknesses seemed to hang around them in the air as they stepped through the silent white hall passing numerous rooms some with nurses meddling with large sharp needles. They shuddered though Severus tried to hide his unease. They soon reached room 123 and stopped at the door to peer in though Severus and Minerva through curiosity, Albus through concern. What if Harry was upset upon seeing them and had a fit?

He braced himself and opened the door to a stark white room with a bed surrounded by curtaining hiding the boy within. He heard the other two follow him and the three cautiously made their way to the curtained bed. They stopped and shared a glance each secretly worried about what to find. Severus found his courage first and opened the curtain to find the boy lost in a book 3,000 leagues under the sea to be exact and didn't notice the new arrivals that is until Severus pushed the curtain all the way back making a loud noise in the usually silent room. Harry looked up and yelped back in surprise abruptly dropping his book well out of his reach with the I.V's in his arms and instead scooted as far away as possible from these strange people.

He then cried out in alarm as they came closer and the dark-haired man sneered at him menanicingly "Afraid Potter?" He shock this man seemed mean "W-who are y-you?" He asked cautiously afraid they would hurt him. "I'm sorry my boy I'm Albus Dumbledore this is Minerva McGonagall and this man here is Severus Snape" "He knows who we are Albus he's just seeking attention just like his Father good for nothing git!" Severus stated his voice dripping with malice and hatred at the mention of James.

He sucked in a breath he had just mentioned his father why couldn't he remember anything of his father. His sadness renewed he felt tears spring to his eyes and three pairs of eyes on him as he hide his face from them. He felt horrible as he knew not of these three strangers and knew that the dark man must not have liked his father much at all. Albus flashed Severus a warning look and walked over to the child "Harry" he spoke softly "It is alright we are not mad at you we are friends come to help you and keep you safe." He seemed a little wary to trust as Albus noticed but allowed us in. "Well I'm guessing you just here to tell me more of my past then leave right?" "Why would you think that" "Because my parents are dead I have no one" Harry answered. "Well that's not true at all, my boy as you have us."

The small group stayed together as Harry bombarded them with questions of where they were from and what they each taught and especially talked about his parents though Professor Snape stayed out of that conversation with only pained expressions at the mention of his mother Lily. Harry soon became tired and drifted off to sleep as the three Professors talked quietly among themselves almost appearing to be auguring about something though Harry didn't care as he slipped into sleep.