Chapter 9

The next morning Harry found himself waking up in new surroundings. He moved to wipe his face free from hair when he found he couldn't move his arm. Panic set in as Harry worked to move any of his limbs. No, no, no, no! Harry's mind screamed. He hated being tied down, it brought back memories of being in the car crash. Harry started to flail and sob uncontrollably. He wanted to be free and he wanted it now. Harry fought and tugged at his bonds until the doctor rushed in ten minutes later. Harry stopped moving and just glared at him, tears still running down his face.

"Harry, you're awake. I'm Dr. Benson. Do you know where you are?"

Harry remained stony-faced and silent.

The doctor nodded, "okay. You're at Luther's Medical Center. We specialize in the mentally ill. Your family is very concerned, Harry. Would you like to see them?"

Harry only snarled at the doctor.

"Come, now, Harry, I only wish to be your friend. This isn't a bad place. Many young people, such as yourself, leave this hospital back to normal and happy every day. Don't you want to get better?"

Harry merely tugged at his bonds viciously, desperately trying to get free.

"Harry, I think you know as well as I do that I cannot untie you. You have proven to be violent and a possible threat to yourself and others around you. The bonds will remain in place. Now, how about I let in your guardians, hm? Would you like that?"

Harry glared as the doctor didn't bother to wait for an answer as he hurried out of the room. Fifteen minutes later Sirius and Remus entered the room. Harry's scowl deepened. Remus almost flinched at the black look he was receiving from Harry, Sirius actually did. Neither had seen Harry that angry before. Sirius took the seat next to Harry's bed and grasped his hand. Harry didn't squeeze back or react. Remus moved forward to brush the hair from his eyes, but Harry jerked his head away from Remus' hand. This time Remus did flinch. Harry pick a spot on the wall and concentrated on trying to burn a hole through it.

"Harry, we're sorry, but we love you too much to let you keep suffering. We want to see you better," Sirius started out softly. "We're scared for you."

Remus took his turn, "I know you must hate us right now, but you need to see that this is for the best. You're ill, Harry. Please get better so you can come home."

Harry shut his eyes, intent on ignoring both of them. He didn't open his eyes again until he heard the door click closed behind Remus and Sirius once visiting hours were over. He continued to stare at the wall as the nurses and doctors all entered at various points in the hour. When Harry saw the sun start to sink he closed his eyes once again and let sleep wash over his weary soul. He made a promise to himself to fight the bastards at every turn. They would not break him. Sleep came in fitful intervals and around midnight the distinct sounds of the nurses moving someone else into the room rang clear. Harry sighed and hardened his resolve even more.

"Where the fuck am I?!" Harry was jolted awake. "What the fuck is going on? Let me out!"

Harry shifted his gaze to his new roommate. He was currently fighting his bonds in much the same way Harry had only twenty-four hours prior. There was only one difference between the two, he was screaming his head off, while Harry chose the silent route. Harry scowled in dislike, it was obvious to anyone that they weren't getting out any time soon and anytime that was spent screaming to be let go was a waste. Harry wanted nothing more than to smack the kid. The red head continued to scream, never once taking notice of Harry, until the doctors came in, looking highly pissed.

"Stop your screaming Evan. You know as well as I do that you will not get out of here with that attitude."

Evan snarled, "bite me, asshole. Let me the fuck go!"

Dr. Benson shook his head, "I can't do that. You are no new comer to this institution. Now quiet down, you have a roommate to think about."

The doctor spun on his heel and left as Evan turned his gaze to Harry, "what'd you get put in here for?" Harry's silence continued, "ah, you're taking the silent treatment approach, huh? I tried that my first time in, too, they'll just work twice as hard to crack you. If you talk at least you can just spout off bullshit. They'll believe anything here. I'm Evan Guvera."

Harry turned his head away from his obnoxious roommate, he would not make friends in this hell hole. Evan chuckled at Harry's actions. He knew from experience the nurses would break him in no time, which was why he chose the screaming and shouting method now. He felt bad for the kid, he couldn't have been anymore then seventeen. He would allow him his wishful thinking for now, but he would not allow it forever.

When the nurses came in with their morning meds Harry refused to open his mouth. He clenched his jaw and turned his head away from the annoyingly persistent nurse. Evan chuckled lightly and followed his instructions like a good little patient. He watched as his roommate's nurse finally gave up and stormed out of the room. When he was positive they were alone he spit his pills out from under his tongue and buried them in the blankets, he would hide them better when they released his arms.

"You know, if you don't take the pills willingly they'll just hook you up to an IV and then you really won't have a choice. At least you can always spit them out if you hold them under your tongue."

Harry just glared at Evan. After an hour of silence Harry was taken to his first session with the psychiatrist. He bit his tongue as he stared at the beautiful young woman in front of him.

"Hello, Harry. I'm Dr. Emma White, but you can just call me Emma. Would you like to know why you are here?" At Harry's expressionless face she pushed on, "your guardians are very worried about you. They don't think you're coping with your parents' deaths very well. Medical records show this isn't your first time in a facility like this one. Maybe it's time you let us help you, for real this time. Only good can come from this Harry, but you have to talk to me. I need to know what's going on in your head right now."

Harry thought for a minute, "you want to know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking that you're a fucking bitch who picks at people's brains for the fun of it. Leave me the fuck alone and don't expect me to spill my guts to you either. Fuck off, Emma."

"Harry," Emma scolded, "I hardly think that's appropriate."

"Why not?" Harry shrugged, " you did ask what I was thinking."

"I believe that's enough for today. I'll see you tomorrow."

Harry stood up and waited to be escorted back to his room, where he was promptly tied back up. Harry snarled at the guard's back as he left. Evan wasn't in his bed, he must have had some type of therapy. Harry was thankful for the quiet and chance to be alone. Much to Harry's dismay it did not last long. Evan returned to the room twenty minutes later. He looked at Harry as he was tied back to his bed. Once the guard had left for the second time Evan whistled long and loud.

"Damn, I heard you really stuck it to the new bitch. I also heard she refuses to see you as a patient any more. Apparently you're going to see the guy who's been here for years. I hear he's a real hard ass. Rips the girls addicted to sex and what not apart. Man, I'd love to get locked in a room with one of them, wouldn't you?"

Harry just stared at Evan for a minute, "no, I wouldn't."

Evan's eyes opened wide in surprise, "holy hell, man, you can talk. Well, why the hell not?"

"Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I'm gay."

Evan nodded, "ah, I see. Do you have a boyfriend?"

Harry thought for a moment, "I, uh, I don't know. I can't remember."

"What do you mean, you can't remember?" Evan asked with confusion in his voice.

"Well, I guess it's a side effect of the accident. It's really hard for me to remember anything from before that time. I guess it's possible."

Evan looked at Harry with sympathy, "ouch, that sucks. What's you name anyway?"

"Harry Potter."

"So, you really can't remember?"

Harry shook his head, "I don't know. I kind of can. Like, I remember this guy Gabe. He was there last night when I had my freak out, I think we were together. When I spoke to him I knew things. He made me remember."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"I, uh, I don't know. Then there's this guy, Draco, I really like him. I think I broke up with Gabe before I moved, but he said we were still together. I don't know what to believe anymore. All I'm sure of is that I don't want to be with him, I want to be with Draco."

"So, tell him that."

"I can't, he's mad at me because he saw me with Gabe. I'm just so confused."

Evan nodded in sympathy, "I get it, man. Look, just talk to the therapist tomorrow, it'll help. This guy will actually listen to you. That's my opinion, but it's up to you. You don't belong here, you've just been dealt a shitty hand."

Harry observed Evan for a minute, "thanks. I'll remember that."

Harry yawned and Evan chuckled, "go to sleep, kid. You're worn out. A good night's sleep will do you good."

Harry smiled a lopsided grin and closed his eyes. Sleep overcame him in an instant.