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Chapter 6 : Where am I?
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you will find you are attached to the bed. You were brought home while still sedated. This is a portable toilet, only to be used in an emergency! There is a doctor coming to see you before you are transported to a private facility. There are a few rules while you are here:
1. NO TALKING
3.NO “HOCUS POCUS STUFF”
That is all!!
Harry looked at this note in utter disbelief and disgust. He sat in bed thankful he didn’t have go to the bathroom. As Harry laid back on his bed, his mind began to wander to the night he lost everything. He was still confused on what happened to him. In the past three weeks it seemed he has forgotten even more then when he woke up. In his dreams he saw flashes of his old life, but did not recognize any of the people. There was this particular red headed girl who never left his thoughts. She was absolutely stunning. He guessed she was either some one who he loved or had a crush on, but didn’t know for sure. He was also starting to doubt himself when he said he was a wizard and could do magic. So far he had only managed to give himself a headache when he tried to perform a spell. With no solid proof of his magic or a wizarding world he was giving up hope. Then he remembered some one, Mrs. Figg! At that moment there was a knock at the door and then the sound of locks clicking. He looked up to see his Aunt Petunia walking in with a tray of breakfast.
“Now boy I am sure you have read the rules and are fully aware of the situation. Just relax while I leave your breakfast here.” Petunia said as she entered. “Good, I see you have gotten out of bed. I do hope you are feeling better. The doctor is on his way.
“Aunt Petunia, I know I am not suppose to talk but I have just a few questions that need to answered.” Harry said in one breath.
“Fine, you have a few moments while Vernon ran to the store. What do you want to know?” She replied.
Startled by her response, he almost forgot what he was going to ask. Finally he was able to talk. “Who is Mrs. Figg and what happened to her?”
“She was your babysitter. She lived across the street with all her cats. She died last year of what we assumed were natural causes.” She replied.
“Oh,” Harry said dejectedly. “What exactly is going on, I have almost no memory of anything and it is getting worse. I feel so lost. I don’t remember leaving the hospital. What is wrong with me.”
“It appears you were having several strokes. Minor ones, but enough to addle your mind. Now add that to your schizophrenia and you are losing your mind. The doctor will explain when he gets here which should be any minute. Now that is al, no more talking. I will be back to collect my tray” Petunia stated, as she left the room.
“That was weird”, Harry thought as he turned to the breakfast tray to see a basic bowl of oatmeal and toast and a small pitcher with milk in it. He looked at the food, ready to eat it, then he had second thoughts. Maybe it was poisoned. He realized no matter how much his aunt and uncle hated him they would never resort to poison to kill him. He sat down at the small table at the end of his bed and slowly ate his food.
It took Harry almost an hour to eat his small bowl of oatmeal and two slices of dry toast. He didn’t even know what time it was, the clocks had been removed along with any mirrors. He looked around the room just to see he was really just to see he was really trapped. No clocks, no mirrors, the window only let in enough light so he can tell the sun was out and was chained to his bed, this was his worst nightmare.
Amongst the silence he heard the doorbell ring and his aunt and uncle talking to someone. He knew it must have been the doctor his aunt was talking about. He remained as quiet as possible trying to hear what was going down stairs.
"He seems almost normal today, like he has forgotten everything." his aunt said "Is that a good thing?"
"Of course , everything is going according to plan, actually a bit faster than planed, but no matter. As long as we are done by his birthday. Just a few days of modifying should do." a familiar voice responds.
Instantly Harry jumped up and started pacing. He recognized this voice but couldn’t place it. He thought maybe this person knew what Harry was forgetting. Maybe he was just playing along with the Dursley’s just to free him. The way the conversation sounded, nobody cared what happened to him after his 18th birthday. All he had to do was last till then so he could find his red-headed love.
He noticed that downstairs, no one was talking and someone was walking up the stairs toward his room.
The door opened to reveal a tall man with light blond hair. He seemed so familiar to Harry.
“Hello Harry, I am Dr. John Parsons .” He said.
“So, you are the doctor my aunt told me about?” Harry questioned.
“Yes, and there are a few things before we get ready to move you.” Dr. Parsons replied.” “As long as you remain calm and don’t flip out this will be a smooth move.”
“Well, before we do anything I need to know what you were talking to my aunt and uncle about?” Harry questioned.
“Nothing of any importance." Dr. Parsons replied.
"What do you mean‘ “NOT OF ANY IMPORTACE?!” Harry asked raising his voice.
“Well it is not for you to worry about.” Stated Dr. Parsons.
"NO, I’VE HAD IT ! EVERONE KEEPS TELLING ME NOT TO WORY ABOUT IT BUT I AM SICK OF IT. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON? WHY AM I HERE? WHO WAS I? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY AUNT AND UNCLE? WHERE IS DUDLEY? WHERE IS MY ROOM?”
“Calm down Harry. I don’t want to use extreme measures.”
“EXTREME MEASURES?! I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY I AM !!
“Calm down, you don’t want to get excited.”
“WHY SHOULDN’T I GET EXCITED? I DON’T KNOW WHERE I AM OR HOW I GOT HERE OR EVEN WHO THE HELL YOU ARE.” Harry shouted.
“Harry, everything will be alright if you just let me help you.” Dr. Parsons stated as he called for the orderlies.
Before Harry knew it, three men were approaching him, two with a straight jacket and one with a needle. The two men held him down to put the straight jacket on him. After they succeeded, the man with the needle approached Harry and injected him with Thorazine. Suddenly his vision started to tunnel and his body was no longer working. The men picked him and brought him outside to a van. He took one last look at 4 Privet Drive to see his aunt and uncle wave good-bye with a grin on their smug faces.
a/n please read and review JUST SO EVERYONE KNOWS THERE IS A PROBLEM WITH MY COMPUTER AND I CAN'T TURN IT ON SO I HAVE LOST 1/2 MY STORY. I AM IN THE PROCESS OF GETTING IT FIXED THOUGH!!!
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