A/N So here I go starting another story instead of updating my old ones but I’ve had this story in mind for a long time and I wanted to get it out....and hey anything is an improvement over nothing right? This chapter is short since it is sort of a prolouge but I expect at this point for the to only be two or three more chapters after this one....Im anticipating a shorter fic than is normal for me....so I hope you enjoy!!! And check out my authors profile for an update on my other stories!!!
“And this is for my parents, and Sirius, and Dumbledore, and everything else you have taken away from me and everyone else in this world!” Harry shouted as he brought down the curse that was to end it all, upon Voldemort.
It was a complicated curse; one that Hermione and other members of the Order had been working on for months since he had found and destroyed the last Horcuxes, and now he was using it to defeat the most evil wizard of all time. All the duels that were taking place around him stopped, as everyone turned around to watch what was happening. Suddenly, there was a great flash of light and there was simply a pile of ashes where the Dark Lord once stood.
As the Death Eaters realized what had just happened, they either surrendered or tried to flee. Harry lowered his wand in disbelief as he stared at the pile of ash that was all that remained of the most evil wizard of all time. He was broken from his trance as his two best friends and his girlfriend rushed to his side.
“You did it Harry! The spell worked, I knew you could do it!” Hermione exclaimed as she pulled him into a tight embrace.
“Way to go mate,” Ron told him as he clapped him on the shoulder, than pushed his manliness aside and to gave him a hug. “That was wicked.”
Harry let go of Ron, however, when he saw who was standing behind him waiting for her turn.
“Harry...” Ginny said quietly as tears welled up in her eyes.
“It’s okay Gin,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled her close. “It’s all over, there is nothing to keep us apart anymore, I wont let anything stand in our way ever again. I love you Ginny Weasley.”
“I love you Harry Potter,” Ginny answered in return. “Don’t ever leave me,” she pleaded.
“I won’t, I promise I won’t,” he said sincerely as he looked into her eyes and wiped the tears of joy and relief off her cheeks. Just as Harry was saying this, everything started to get fuzzy and he began to feel light headed, almost as if he were floating.
“Wait...what’s going on?” Harry asked, as the others seemed to move further and further away. “Where are you guys going?”
“What are you talking about, we’re right here. Harry, are you okay?” Harry heard Hermione say, but it sounded muffled and far away.
Harry’s feeling of floating quickly turned to one of falling and in the distance he heard Ginny screaming and everything went black.
When Harry came to, he opened his eyes slowly and reached his hands over his head in a big stretch. Or at least he tried to stretch until he realized that his hands were strapped to the bed. He looked around the room in a panic, trying to figure out where he was and why he was restrained.
It was a small room painted white, with the only furnishing being the bed that he resided in. There was one small window on the wall to his left that had bars attached to the outside and there was only one door in and out of the room that was on the wall opposite the window.
He looked down at himself and saw he was wearing a pair of light blue pajama pants and a cotton t-shirt that looked as if it had once been the same color as his pants, but had been washed more often so now it was a slightly different shade. He also noticed that he seemed skinnier and spindlier as if he hadn’t worked out or taken part in any kind of physical activity in months. And then there was the fact that his hands were bound to the bed by worn leather straps.
He realized quickly that his wand was no where in sight and he was grateful he had been studying wandless magic. However he was quickly disturbed when he found that no matter how hard he tried, all of his attempts to break his binding where unsuccessful.
This must be some kind of spell, Harry thought to himself. It must be some kind of spell to keep me from using magic. I must have been captured by Death Eaters after I killed Voldemort. This has to be the work of the Dark Arts.
Harry closed his eyes when he heard someone entering the room wanting to gather as much information before he revealed that he was awake.
“Good morning Mr. Potter,” a cheery voice sounded from the bottom of his bed. “It’s time for your sponge bath.”
At the sound of this voice Harry’s eyes flew open to reveal a familiar redhead in an unfamiliar uniform. “Ginny?” Harry managed to choke out. He was surprised to hear how gravelly his voice sounded, as if it had suffered from years of disuse.
The redhead dropped the container of soapy water she was holding in shock and hurried from the room.
Harry began struggling against his restraints desperately wanting to be able to follow his girlfriend and to find out what was going on. He wanted to know where he was, why he was tied up, why she was calling him Mr. Potter, and most of all why she had run away when she spoke to him.
He wasn’t struggling for long before the door opened and a good looking young man with black hair in a white coat walked through the door and into the room, the read head hesitantly standing in the doorway.
“Hello there Harry. May I call you Harry? It’s a pleasure to finally talk to you and see you awake,” the man said pleasantly.
“Who are you? Where am I? Ginny, what’s going on?” Harry questioned, as he continued to pull against his restraints.
“Please Harry, calm down and I will answer all your questions, but if you continue to struggle and potentially harm yourself I will be forced to sedate you, and I would really rather not.”
Harry stopped struggling and watched the man warily, waiting for his answers.
“First of all Harry, that young woman over there is Jenny, not Ginny, and she has been a volunteer here at St. Marks Hospital for the past two years, and I am Dr. Riddle but you can call me Tom.”
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