Fan Fiction ❯ Seeing things to come ❯ chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling owns everything, I own nothing.

This is an A.U, I have many ideas and plans for this story, don't worry, all the characters from the books will be in this story. The next chapter will probably take a while to do as there is a lot of info and stuff I have to put into it. Thank you for your time and patience.

I have not been in a hospital recently, nor do I know much about British medical care, so if you see any mistakes feel free to point them out. Also if you see any Americanisms where there should be Britishism please point those out too.

To all my reviewers: Thanks! I am glad you like it!

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Harry lay in the bed in the hospitals children's ward. He looked so small in the bed, the white sheets making his skin look ethereal pale, the black of his hair highlighting his pallor. Machines beeped and whirled in the room, the steady drip of the iv line nearly hypnotic. Nurse Karen hated it, the oppressive silence from the living under the numerous and constant noise of the mechanical. She pasted a cheer grin on her face that few here would be able to see, as much as she hated it here she still loved the children.

Little Harry Potter had been brought in yesterday, his arm and ribs broken, a concussion so close to his temple that it was terrifying. A victim of a car, such a horrid thing to happen to someone so young, was the thoughts running through Karen's head. She checked his charts and monitors and patted his hand lightly before moving on, not noticing the slight jerk at the skin to skin contact Harry gave.

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A touch. Painful, horrible. I see a woman, she is walking down the street. A man approaches with a knife! Oh no! Wait, he man is gone. The woman is alone in a dark room. She is old now. Her breathing has stopped. No no no. Flashes of flashes of images. I see so many things. Stop! Please stop. It hurts and it doesn't hurt and I want it to stop!

The woman goes away, maybe the visions will too?

But no, new ones now. I don't want you! Go away!

Flashes and flashes, people crying, shouting, screaming. A flower blooms, its crushed, it wilts, its dug up. A little girl, a dead little girl, no she is all grown now, married? No alone, no dead. No no no no no! Go away!

Dark now. Is it gone now?

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A man stood in front of the hospital, he wondered if he was in the right place. He reached out with mental fingers and looked for the one that had called him here. There! Yes, he was in the right place. On the second floor that bright green and silver aura called to him. "Poor boy, to have this come upon him so young. Well, to work!" He murmured to himself, before entering the hospital.

He glanced briefly at the main desk before striding with surety to the lift. He had a special child to meet. Once the lift stopped he followed the call, a high voice shrill with fear at the back of his mind until he reached a bed holding a small boy. The boy was small, made even smaller by the numerous twisting wires and tubes that were attached to him. He was so very pale, the winding white cloth which bound his wounds and held bone together to heal was only a few shades lighter than his skin.

The man looked at the chart attached to the bed, a smile briefly fluttered across his face as he read the name."Harry Potter, hmm? Well, well, well, this is unexpected, very unexpected."

The man shook his head at the name before striding to the head of the bed and gently laying his hands around the child's head, tan hands settling softly over messy black hair. The mans eyes closed as his hands began to glow a light purple, he stretched out his mind to meet that of the boys. A green glow highlighting the boys body as their minds met.

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'Go away, please?'

The man drifted through a misty and endless realm, shapes and images flickering around his purple and yellow form of energy. The man found his way to the boys spiritual form, which glowed green and silver as it drifted through the thready paths of the future. It was curled tightly within itself, vaguely human shaped much like the man.

'You want the visions to go away, little one?' The man asked the boy, his voice sending shimmery waves of color through the realm.

'Yes, please!' the boy replied as he lifted his head up from the tight clasp of his arms, his eyes leaking tears of silver crystal that drifted out into the realm before shattering into glimmering shards of light.

'You must take my hand then.' The man said as he held out his hand to the boy, waiting.

'Anything!' The boy said, desperate for the silence of before, without the endless images and voices and noises streaming endlessly through his mind. He took the mans hand, the boys face lighting up with a white glow at the blessed relief of silence from the endless stream.

The man wrapped his arms around the boy, cocooning him in his purple glow as they drifted through the realm, away from the strands that gave visions of things to come and things that might not come at all.

'Whats your name?' The boy asked, after some of the relief had faded and his curiosity had awoken.

'I am called Alleyne,little one.' The man replied, 'whats yours?' he asked even though he already knew, knowing it would only frighten the boy if he said so.

'Harry.'

'Harry, hmm? Well Harry, do you wish to leave here?'

'Yes, please.'

'Then let us leave, we really must talk face to face.'

Alleyne shifted his course, making them drift in a certain direction, Harry never got to ask where as he seemed to just fall asleep in the mans arms.

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Harry opened his green eyes, to view a white ceiling above him. His nose wrinkled in confusion, this wasn't his cupboard, those noises weren't familiar and why did the inside of his head feel so funny? He reached a hand up to feel his head, he was startled to see tubes sticking out as the feel of a needle under his skin registered. A dark skinned hand laid itself atop of his palled hand.

"Its alright, little Harry, you are in a hospital." A warm voice said, it had a strange accent. The voice felt familiar to Harry, though he could not place where he had heard it before. He turned his head to meet the warm gaze of stormy gray eyes.

"Who?" Harry murmured, his voice raspy.

"Ah, I am Alleyn, do you not remember?" Alleyne replied.

"Alleyn? I thought you were a dream." Harry said, confusion clouding his eyes, how could the man who saved him in his nightmare be here?

"I am not as you can see." Alleyne said with a laugh,"the reason I am here, Harry, is to invite you to a special school."

Harry cocked his head to one side at this, his confusion increasing at these words,"School?"

"Yes, a special school that will teach you how to control those visions you received." Alleyne said.

Harry's eyes widened, the visions would come back?!"The visions?!"

"Yes, they will be back, but the school will teach you how to make them go away, if only for a little while."Alleyne said, he had done this many times before and was well versed to a child's first words at his offer,"do you accept?"

Harry looked at the man, his eyes searching, for lies and truth and hope, "yes. I accept."

Alleyne smiled, "good, I will need to talk to your guardians, can you tell me where they are?"

"Don't know." Harry replied, his voice was laden heavily with exhaustion, his eyes drifted closed and he feel asleep without meaning to.

"Don't worry, little one, I'll find them." Alleyne said, as he gently rubbed the boys hand before leaving the room.

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To Be Continued.....