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Reality Is Subjective by ColorOfAngels

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A/N Sorry this took me so long to update.....well here is part two where some of your questions get answers and more are brought to light. As always I hope you enjoy!




Harry’s breath caught in his chest as the man revealed his identity, but he choose not to say anything as the doctor checked his pupils with a small flashlight.

“Harry, you were in a serious accident seven years ago. You were riding your bike across the street when you were struck by a hit and run driver where you sustained a serious head injury. You have been under my care ever since,” he told him.

“But that’s impossible,” Harry replied.

“I know that it’s hard to accept, but you have been in an almost constant catatonic state for the past seven years. There has been several times where you have come out of it, and we thought you would be alright, but you were always delirious, talking about magic and evil wizards and prophecies and all kinds of other nonsense before you would slip back into your previous state,” the man claiming to be Tom Riddle continued.

“It’s not nonsense, I’ve been at Hogwarts the past seven years, training to be a wizard. It’s all real, this is fake, this is all some kind of trick,” Harry insisted, talking more to himself than to the doctor.

“No Harry, this is what’s real,” Dr. Riddle said gently.

“Then what about my scar,” Harry said trying to lift his hand to his head, but finding he could not as he was still restrained, “how do you explain that?”

“You got that in the accident,” the older man explained.

“No I didn’t! I got it when Voldemort killed my parents and tried to kill me as a baby,” Harry said in frustration.

“Harry, that was all apart of the delusion. Your parents aren’t dead, in fact I just talked to them, they are on their way now,” he said as he continued to check Harry’s vitals.

“My parents are...alive?” Harry choked out.

“Of course they are, and they were very excited to hear that you are awake and coherent. In fact I think I hear them now,” Riddle said standing up and moving to the door. “Yes, here they are with Dr. Granger. Hello James, Lily, Heather,” he greeted, speaking to a man with messy black hair and glasses, a woman with long red hair and green eyes, and a doctor with a mess of curly brown hair, in turn.

The red headed woman rushed into the room and sat on the edge of Harry’s bed before pulling him into a hug.

“Oh Harry, my darling Harry, I can’t believe you are finally awake!” she cried in between kisses.

“Mum?” Harry asked, now clearly confused.

“Of course dear, you don’t know how long I have been looking forward to this day. They told me it might never come, but I never gave up hope,” Lily told him, wiping happy tears from her eyes. “Oh can’t we take the bindings off of him?” she asked.

“I would rather we kept them on him for a while longer,” Tom replied. “He is still disoriented and I would prefer that we wait until we know he is stable and wont do anything unpredictable.”

“But this is impossible,” Harry said, pulling away from Lily. “You’re dead, both of you are dead,” he said looking between his mother and father.

“No son,” James spoke, “we’ve just been waiting for you to wake up, we’ve been visiting once a week for the past seven years. We bring Violet sometimes too, we’ve never abandoned you.”

“Who is Violet?” Harry asked.

“Your little sister, she just turned twelve last week,” Lily supplied. “Dr. Riddle, Dr. Granger,” Lily addressed the two standing near the door, “Why does Harry think we’re dead, why doesn’t he know who his sister is?”

“Well,” the woman responded, “from what I have been able to gather, Harry had to come up with a reason for why you two weren’t apart of his delusion and he needed the world he created to make sense, so he recreated his childhood to one where you two died when he was just a baby. You two were killed by an evil wizard name Voldamont before Violet was even born, therefore she wasn’t apart of the delusion either.”

“Voldemort,” Harry corrected. “And I didn’t make it up, it’s real! I lived with the Dursley’s until I was eleven when I found out that I’m a wizard, then I went to Hogwarts, I just defeated Voldemort and saved the world. This is just some plot by Death Eaters to make me think I have gone crazy.”

“Death Eaters are who again?” Lily asked the doctors.

“Voldemort’s followers,” Heather replied quietly.

“Harry, don’t you see the correspondence in that you supposedly went to Hogwarts the same year you were in the accident,” Dr. Riddle said.

“No, this isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real,” Harry muttered to himself, greatly upsetting Lily.

“James, Lily, may I speak to you two outside,” Riddle asked.

“Of course,” James said taking his distraught wife by the arm and leading her out into the hall.

They were standing right outside the door, which was left open, so Harry was able to hear the whole conversation.

“Why wont he believe us? He’s coherent now, what’s still wrong with him?” Lily asked as soon as they were in the hall.

“Lily, you have to understand the severity of your son’s condition. He has been in catatonic state for seven years, and in that time he has created this world that he has lived in that seems just as real to him as the world we live in,” Tom explained.

“And not just that,” Heather added, “his delusions are multi layered. He thinks he is some kind of hero, a wizard more specifically. He has also created an intricate lattice work to support his primary delusion. In his mind, he is the central character in a fantastic world beyond imagination. He has created friends, most of them also magical with their own unique abilities, to help him on his quests. Together they have faced and conquered many different adversaries in grand overblown conflicts where he leads them to victory and saves the world”

“Yes,” Tom continued, “and as he has been able to hear what has been going on around him this whole time, he has subconsciously put some of us into his fantasy. Including Dr. Granger here, Rob Westly the orderly, Jenny, our volunteer, and even myself. He decided that I was the previous form of Voldemort, the evil Wizard that only he had the power to defeat.”

“It’s not that surprising that Harry chose Dr. Riddle as his nemesis,” Dr. Granger explained. “Somewhere along the line, Harry picked up on the fact that he was the one responsible for his care and interpreted it as he was the one responsible for keeping him here.”

“However,” Tom interrupted, “Harry did mention something that was encouraging. He said that he had killed Voldemort. This was his whole purpose for living in his delusion, so I don’t find it a coincidence that he has come around now. I am hopeful, that with Voldemort gone he no longer has a reason to slip back into his fantasy and we can keep him out of it for good.”

“Okay, but what does this all mean for Harry’s health?” James asked, “When will he be well enough for us to take him home?”

“That all depends on him James,” Dr. Riddle replied. “But it’s going to take time and patience from us and a lot of encouragement that this is the real world until he either believes it or until he remembers on his own. And then there are the physical side effects from being immobile for so long to take care of after that.”

“What will that entail?” Harry heard his mother ask.

However, he was unable to make out the answer as all the noises of the hospital began to blend with their voices and his head began to spin. His vision started to go gray and fuzzy, first from the edges then moving in until all he could see was black.

As he started to come to, he could sense he was still in a hospital bed, but something felt different. And as his vision started to come back to him, he could start to make out the red head that was sitting at his bedside.

“Mum,” he called weakly.

“Oh Harry, your awake! We have all been so worried about you.”

“Ginny?”




A/N And there we have it....so who thinks they know which reality is real? And who is now throughly confused? I think I’m confused and I’m the one writing it...lol.... I know that my medical facts and reasonings aren’t sound but I’m an architecture major not pre-med so just work with me here.....well let me know what you think so far....only two more chapters to go after this.....