Disclaimer:I still DON'T own anything that you recognize(Harry Potter)

author's notes: hope you like this chapter believe me this story does get better. and there willbe fights and even a little romance... but thats a long ways off. R&R.

CHAP 5

Dreams, Memories, and a Present

Many people were in a half circle around Harry and 'him'. Harry was stepping closer and closer to the corner backing away from the snake like looking man with a bottle and a wand in his hands.

"Pet stop moving, you know you have no choice the faster you give in the faster it ends. OK? "'Master' said in a sickly sweet voice. He continued to back up slowly but soon reached the wall and was trapped

"n...no p...p...please n...no m...more..." he stammered the man before him laughed a cold cruel laugh before striding over to him and grabbing him roughly by the arm Harry screamed as he ripped off their clothes and chained him to the wall stomach against the cold stone he felt him stand be hind him and shove himself in roughly and barley heard over his own screaming someone say "crucio" be fore he felt unbearable pain he yelled louder. Eyes squeezed tight as the room faded to black...

He felt hands on him. He yelled "NO MORE PLEASE STOP IM SORRY I DONT REMEMBER IM SORRY PLEASE STOOOOP..." he stopped fighting and the hands let go of him as he curled up into a sobbing heap he looked up and saw that he wasn't in the cell anymore but in the hospital room. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry..." he hoarsely whispered to the people standing above him

"Harry what were you dreaming? What were they doing to you that caused you so much pain?" asked Cecilia. He didn't answer or look as if he even acknowledged that they were there

He started to hum to himself all the while. Playing with the bandage around his torso

-suddenly pictures of a cold stone wall popped up in his head "pet you have some visitors" said a cold malicious voice as a pale pointed face boy with white blond hair entered...-

Harry shook his head to get the pictures and memories to disappear. He looked up and saw the other female witch with Harry's food that looked more like a shake since it was all liquid and in a tall glass with s straw. She placed it on the table with all of the gifts she went over to him "Harry would you come back to the bed it isn't good for you to be out of it" she backed up to give him room. He flicked his wrist and his crutches were in hand and he slowly made his way to the bed and settled into it "now you need to drink your breakfast ok."

He nodded and took a sip of the weird liquid. It tasted like waffles, syrup, butter, pumpkin juice, and bacon. All in all it was pretty good

Cecilia entered with his 15 or so potions when he finished them both left one returned with lunch then dinner and more potions. It went like that for the next two days. Harry didn't get visitors because Cecilia didn't think he was ready. When ever Cecilia came in she tried to get him to talk. Harry just ignored her and hummed to himself. he felt as if he was in his own little world everything felt so surreal like it was all a nightmare where he was gonna wake up to some ones yelling back in the burrow. he wished that would happen that everything would go to the way its supposed to be however that was all he knew was that this wasn't right...he wasn't supposed to be fighting his own mind to shut up or with his memories to fuck off 'what the bloody hell is wrong with me?' floated through his head multiple times during the day

he figured out the date he arrived at the hospital was nov.15 he was unconscious for two days woke up on the17th went unconscious for four more days woke up on 20. The current date was the 24th of November…

He had sorted all of the gifts he got into 3 groups 1-food he had to put all the food in one group and away from him so he wouldn't eat it. He figured he'd give it to everyone for Christmas the 2nd group was cards and lastly the third was his birthday presents (that he hadn't opened because he couldn't bring himself to.). One stuck out among all of the brightly wrapped ones. He snapped his fingers and the black package with a blood red bow flew into his lap. On top of the package was a black envelope with what looked like blood for ink. He opened it and found a black piece of parchment with the same blood red ink. It read:

'Dear Harry Potter,

You don't know me but I know what you must have gone through to get in this ward. I ,Melina Deid, know to an extent what you've been through I heard you never had your birthday so I gave you something that helped me (it helps you to stop thinking and can calm you) and I figured you probably don't have the necessities so I gave them to you for Christmas. I know you must think I'm mad ...but its just I know what your going through as I am right next door and know what you have to go through to get in here. There are some books you might be interested in if you want to talk... I mean actually talk not the way those healers do where they interrogate you or your friends ask idiotic questions because they don't know what to say to you. But a conversation then, just knock three times on the wall across from your bed ok? tt4n

Sincerely,

Mel

Harry read this through multiple times to make sure he wasn't imagining it. he came to the conclusion that it was indeed real but he wasn't sure on whether she were mad or not she never exactly denied it but...'whatever' he thought for he wasn't in a place to question others when he wasn't even sure of his own. Pushing questions aside he grabbed the present.

The wrapping paper surprisingly was paper more like plastic. He didn't know why but he loved it the way the light was reflected off its shiny surface...the way the bow looked absolutely perfect...the way the colors clashed together magnificently. The red wasn't bright and bold like the red of Gryffindor but more...mystical. He slowly un taped the package not wanting to rip the paper or bow. He took off the paper folding it up and perching the bow on top.

He finally opened the box and found...a bunch of black and red (the same type of paper as the wrapping paper.) tissue paper. He pulled it all out and found the presents he pulled out the bigger of the two and found himself looking at a black, oval thing. It was about 6 inches high, 9 long and 4 wide. On the front it had red colored screen but it was a lot thicker than a normal screen. there were a lot of buttons with symbols like triangles squares and arrows with the words 'fast', 'forward', 'rewind', 'play', 'stop', and 'pause'. On the top there was a large squarish shape with a small square button at the lower right hand corner reading 'open'. Feeling quite confused he looked for the second thing she said that she had given him

He found at the bottom of the box a square plastic thing with a black circular piece of some kind of metal. It had in red ink the words 'rock mix by Mel.' around the edge. On the back of the case type thing was a piece of black paper on the inside with a bunch of numbers from one to 50 in the red ink. Next to each number was a name or title of some sort. Such as 'Mudvayn', 'Stainded', 'Rob Zombie', 'Slipknot', and 'Limbizkit'. After these were more words. Harry hadn't a clue he thought he had seen Dudley with something like it but he never really paid attention to it.

He looked around the room checking to make sure no one had entered. (He sometimes got so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize people, usually nurses, had entered.) Because no one really realized that he was actually reading the books he had received (they were the only gifts he actually opened.) He assumed that they thought him to be mentally unstable like the Longbottoms. (The weird thing was he wasn't sure that he wasn't.) But he did and he absorbed every word. Learning many spells and charms that he knew most couldn't perform properly.

He flicked his wrist and a bedside table appeared. With another flick his (what he guessed to be) radio was on it along with the box and accessories. He thought about trying to get it to work for a minute but decide against it. Instead he laid back against his pillows. He had just barely gotten into a comfortable position (which in itself was saying something) when his personal nurse Cecilia entered the room. He continued to study the clouds outside the slowly darkening window. She approached his bedside and conjured up a chair and sat on it clipboard in hand looking/studying him before she started her usual nightly questions (which he ignored as always). After about 10 minutes she gave up and summoned his potions and managed to get him to swallow them. He slowly started to drift off into the wonderfully dreamless sleep thanks to the dreamless sleep potion. Harry never realized that the next day was going to be one of his hardest yet...