Harry Potter woke up. He felt weird. His head hurt. His mind was foggy.

"W-where am I?", whispered Harry, because this was always what someone said when they had woken up after being knocked out.

"You're in the hospital", said Dr. House. "No thanks to me, I'll tell you that much".

("You're in the hospital", by the way, is the most common answer one recieves when they say "Where am I?" after they have been knocked out. Frodo was an exception to this. Sort of.)

Harry couldn't believe he was in the hospital. In fact, he couldn't remember much at all.

"Wait a minute", said Harry, suddenly. And then, he asked the second question that people always ask after they have been knocked out (Again, Frodo was an exception. Sort of.): "Why am I here?".

"You're here", said Dr. House, clutching his cane tightly, "Because you were hit by a car".

"I was?", said Harry blankly. Then, all of a sudden, he remembered everything. How Aunt Marge had died on the sidewalk. How the Dursleys had kicked him out of their house forever. How he had sung "Breakaway". How he had spread out his wings and pretended to fly. And how he had been hit by a car.

Once he had remembered all of this, he knew what he had to do.

"I have to finish the song", Harry announced.

"WHAT!", said Dr. House, his eyes bulging.

Harry cleared his throat and began singing.

"Wanna feel a warm breeze,

Sleep under a palm tree,

Feel the rush of the ocean,

Get on board a fast train,

Trottle on a jet plane,

Far away,

And break away".

Now, once again, Harry spread out his wings as though he were flying.

"I'll spread my wings", he sang, "And I'll learn how to fly. I'll do what it takes, till I touch the sky, I'll take a--"

"ENOUGH!", yelled Dr. House, smacking Harry across the face with his cane.

"Ow", said Harry. "Why'd you do that?".

"Because I'm a doctor, not an 'American Idol' judge", snapped Dr. House, and he left the room.

"He was remarkably out of character", Harry said to himself. "Probably had something to do with the fact that the author hasn't seen a single episode of the show". And Harry, of course, was right.

The day was pretty boring. Harry got to read a Muggle newspaper ("So, Renne was never actually married? Sweet!"), watch "Sesame Street", eat dog food, and take a nap. But, for the most part, he was incredibly bored.

"I'm incredibly bored", said Harry.

But he wasn't bored for much longer, because Dr. House started operating on some sick guy in another room, and Harry soon heard terrible screams.

It wasn't until night had fallen when, from out of nowhere, Hermione Granger entered the hospital.

"What are you doing here?", said Harry.

"I'm here to bust you out", said Hermione. "And I'm going to take you to the Burrow to stay with the Weasleys".

"How did you know I was here?", asked Harry.

"I live with Muggles, Harry", said Hermione. "I saw that you had been hit by a car on the news".

"Oh", said Harry. "Well, then, let's go".

So Harry and Hermione left the hospital. It was no easy task. Hermione had to snatch the keys to the exit from Dr. House, who of course was sleeping with them, and when she finally had them, Harry reminded her that they could've left through the fire escape. Sure enough, there was a fire just then, and Hermione and Harry did exit through the fire escape. Dr. House did not.

"How did that happen?", said Harry.

"Never mind", said Hermione. "Let's get out of here".

And they ran off into the dark streets of London, not noticing that someone was watching them.

It was Voldemort's Single Most Trusted Agent, who had caused the fire in an attempt to kill Harry Potter.

"You won't get away from me", said Voldemort's Most Trusted Agent. "Because you trust me".