Chapter 2

Floating, it was a strange sensation to say the least as, Harry tried to open his eyes, but found he couldn't, they felt too heavy. He could feel himself ebb away from his body and he desperately wanted to open his eyes.

After waiting a few more seconds the feeling of floating began to ease and his eyes felt lighter. Peeling one eye open he found it was far too bright. Closing it again he opened both of them and let his vision focus on where he was.

Once his vision cleared he found himself in a white space with large pillars throughout the place and white benches around as well. Everything was white and clean looking. And now more alert, Harry saw there where figures of people dressed in long golden coloured robed with their hoods up to cover their faces. They seemed to be mingling around unaware of his presence, that is until a woman's voice came behind him.

'Who are you?'

Turning around, Harry saw a woman with short curly blond hair, blue eyes and an oval face. Hi, I am 'Harry…Harry Potter and who are you and where am I?' he asked shuffling from one foot to the other.

'I am Heather and you are where white lighters go when they die. You however are not supposed to be here she replied.' 'How did you get here?'

'I don't know. There was a strange book in my bedroom and I read an incantation from it and I woke up here' Harry replied.

'What is going on here?' came a man's voice startling Harry causing him to spin around and putting up his hands in defence when a strange sensation rippled through them a ball of fire came out of them hitting the robed figure in the chest sending him flying onto his behind a few feet away.

'Wow…how did I do that?' he asked.

'That kind of magic has been dead for years' gasped Heather staring at Harry.

'I think we should heal him and find out what other surprises he has in store' said the man getting up dusting down his robe pulling down his hood, revealing a man in his late sixties with black greying hair and green eyes.

'Yes I agree replied Heather' as she pulled Harry towards her and placed both of her hands on his chest. As she did so a gold light appeared underneath them and Harry began floating again with his eyes tightly closed.

Meanwhile it was seven o'clock the next morning and Vernon was just awake.

'Boy… get up' he called banging on the door.

Getting no response he opened the door to find Harry slumped on the floor at the side of his bed. Walking over to Harry he roughly shook him. Still getting no response Vernon looked at his pale grey complexion and took his pulse.

Not feeling anything he gasped in shock with sweat now running down his back he realised that Harry wasn't breathing.

'Petunia?' he called. 'Call an ambulance quickly'.

'What is going on?' Dudley asked coming into the room.

'He is dead' Vernon replied. 'Were too late' he gasped sweat pouring down his forehead.

'The ambulance is on its way' said Petunia cowering in the door way. 'Do you know first aid?' she asked her husband.

'No I don't know how but were too late he is gone' he replied whipping sweat off his forehead with his hanky.

When the ambulance men rang the bell Vernon came puffing down the stairs. It's my nephew he is not breathing upstairs he rasped as his mouth had gone dry as he was not sure what to do next.

Arriving at the scene the ambulance men saw that the young boy had been dead for hours and there was nothing to be done. So they were about to place the body on the stretcher when the medic noticed the boys hand move slightly 'did I just imagine that? He gasped.

'No you didn't' replied his college taking Harry's pulse. Feeling a faint beating he gasped in shock. I feel a pulse…what is his name?' he asked Vernon.

'Harry Potter' replied Vernon in a state of shock.

'Harry can you hear me?' asked the medic.

Moving his fingers again in response Harry breathed heavily, gasping for breath as if he had been running a marathon.

'It is a miracle' said the ambulance men as they took Harry out of his room, down stairs and in to the ambulance outside and hooked him up to the machines they had.

Mrs Fig from across the street had heard all of the commotion and looked out of the window to see Harry getting taken away by ambulance and he did not look good at all. Quickly Arabella Fig went out of her house and over to the Dursleys to find out what was going on.

When Vernon told her that he had died she quickly sent Hedwig to Dumbledore and got a lift off of Vernon to the hospital where she sat for ages in the waiting room while they ran tests on Harry to try and find out how he had come back to life after being dead for so long.

It was near three o'clock when Arthur Weasley, Ron, Ginney, Molly and Remus walked into the waiting room to find Arabella dozing off.

'Hello…have you heard anything?' asked Arthur causing her to jump slightly out of her skin.

'No not yet' she replied when a doctor in a white suit came before her.

'Are you a relative?' He asked looking over a clip board.

'No but I am a neighbour' she replied a bit worried.

'Well we have ran every test possible to try and find out how Mr Potter died suddenly and have found nothing out of the ordinary except a little dehydrated so we will monitor him for the next few days and see what happens and we will take it from there'

'Yes sir…is it ok to see him now?'

'Yes you may see him a short while as he needs his rest. Follow me please. I will take you to him?'

All of them trooped after the doctor down to intensive care unit and followed him to a bed at the end of a six bedded unit that was curtained off. But when he pulled back the curtain they saw…