Fic Update
Hi.
It went fast this time to update. I have for the first time a chapter timeline to follow. At the moment this story will be up to 20 chapters long.
Here is the next chapter:
Chapter 1: St Mungo’s
When the pulling sensation from the time-turner stopped, Harry noticed the ground quickly coming up to meet him. ‘This did so not happen the last time I used a time-turner,’ was the only thing he had a chance to think before he impacted hard with the ground.
"Ooffhh," he moaned as all the air was pressed out of his lungs. Pain started flaring up in one of his legs and he could absently feel something tickle down his face. Black spots had started to appear in his line of vision and just before he gave in to the darkness he heard someone nearby call out.
"Hurry someone just fell out of the sky. He must have lost control of his broom. We need to get him to St Mungo’s, his going unconscious."
The next thing Harry became aware of was a very bright light that made his head hurt.
"Ah, I see that you are finally awake Mr. We were beginning to think that your fall had caused you a serious head injury," a rumbling voice came from above him.
"Wh…where am I," he managed to croak out becoming aware of how dry his throat was.
"You are at St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries young man. That was some fall you took of your broom," came the response from a man in lime green robes who then handed him a glass of water.
"Broom? What broom?" Harry asked as he gulped down the water.
"What broom! Young man, are you feeling quiet all right? Almost ten people in Diagon Alley saw you falling straight out of the sky. You must have lost control of your broom. I’m afraid to say that it has yet to be found, but that might be for the best as it seems that you can’t handle it," reprimanded what Harry now understood was the healer.
"I can too handle my broom," cried Harry in anger. Who was this man to tell him that he couldn’t handle a broom when he hadn’t even been on one in the first place?
"Now, now I meant no offence, but it’s very dangerous and it’s a miracle that you got out with just the injuries that you have. With a fall from that height you should have been dead."
"What injuries do I have?"
"You have broken your right leg severely in two places, which means I’m afraid that it will take a bit of time to heal. You have also damaged three ribs and it would be best if you stayed put for a few days while they mend. You also had some cuts and scrapes on you that we have taken care of, the worst of which was a cut bleeding on you forehead where you hit the ground. All in all nothing that a week of rest can’t take care of."
"So I can go," Questioned Harry with relief. He didn’t have time to be cooped up here when Bellatrix was on the loose.
"Well, it would help us a lot to find out your name since no one knows who you are. Then we would be able to contact your parents or a family member," explained the healer.
"Neville Thomas," mumbled he as decided earlier in McGonagall’s office.
"Good, good. Where do you live? I will contact your home immediately as they must be worried. You have been here for about a day now and they are probably looking for you."
This Harry had not expected. What was he supposed to say? I don’t live anywhere? No then they would think that he was homeless and that would lead to a bunch of other problems. That he had just arrived? No he had nowhere to go after this and they would still want to know where his family was. Then it came to him out of the blue and before he had a chance to think it over it slipped out of his mouth.
"I don’t know."
"What do you mean that you don’t know Neville?"
"I can’t remember."
"I guess that you hit your head a bit harder then we expected. What is the last thing that you remember before waking up here?"
"Falling, I can’t remember much after that. I know that I’m a wizard and that I have a wand and my name, oh and that I’m twenty years old," rambled Harry.
"This is not good. Some memory loss can be expected after one hits his head, but I hadn’t guessed it would be so extensive," reasoned the healer.
"I don’t mean to be a bother," whispered Harry starting to feel guilty about doing this.
"No don’t worry this is not your fault and it certainly isn’t a bother this is what we are here for, to help those who are in need. I must ask, can you remember any spells or anything like that?"
"No, not really, I do know what a TV is and how to use a washing machine and what electricity is."
"Humph, you are clearly a muggle born. I don’t like giving over wizards to the muggle doctors; they have no idea of how to take care of this kind of thing. You will have to stay here with us for a few days while your bones mend and maybe under that time your memory will start coming back. Don’t you worry Neville; I will talk with some of the other healers and see what we can do for you. In the mean time get some sleep you need it and don’t force your memories it will not help any. I will see you tomorrow. Good night," and with that the healer walked away mumbling to himself about unexpected memory losses.
Harry sank back into his pillow with a grunt as it jarred his injured ribs. Well at least he had taken care of his housing for the moment. This would give him time to think over how he was going to approach his parents, but now all he wanted to do was sleep so he closed his eyes and once again welcomed the darkness.
TBC…
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