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Bright!
So...soo...painfully bright!
Who the heck decided it was a good idea to steal the Sun and hide it in his cupboard? Dang it!
He silently groaned, biting his lips harshly to stop the pitiful whimper that left his lips. He was still too sore to handle any more of Uncle Vernon's beating. This time around he would probably die!
As he was thinking about this, a largely guttural gibberish coming just beside the bed had him snap his attention to the present. Wait a minute, his bed in the Cupboard certainly didn't feel this soft. And was it a blanket on top of him? And who's speaking?
Dear Lord, where is he? They can't be that merciful to actually have him admitted into a hospital this time? Is he finally discovered by someone? Did the police come and take him under?
His internal monologue and list of questions were again disrupted when a gruff voice with hard consonant sounds spoke, "Mr. Harry? Can you hear me?"
What? Who is that? The speaker doesn't sound very...human. Was he dreaming?
Instead of asking, he groaned in reply. A gruff chuckle came before the speaker started to bark in some odd language that made no sense to him. He wanted to struggle and wake up, he truly did, especially when he felt his mouth being parted as the cold liquid was poured forcefully into his throat. Maybe he shouldn't drink whatever his non-human captors were feeding him. Maybe he should spit it out. But at this point, he was so thirsty that he didn't even protest, instead, he drank the honey-like liquid greedily and deeply. As soon as the liquid went past his throat, he felt his head being carefully lowered and a warm feeling spreading all over his body. After that, everything went blank.
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The next time he woke up, his body was numb, bordering on soreness around the edges, which only meant his injuries were healing. He felt adequately rested. When the thought passed through his mind he mentally frowned. What time was it? He can't have had enough time to give his skinny body enough rest to heal. Aunt Petunia made sure of that. Or maybe they all went out for a weekend and locked him in his cupboard?
Feeling hopeful, he slowly opened his eyes. The brightness was bearable, he noted, blinking as he let his eyes adjust to the light. His eyes darted around, frowning when he noticed a white ceiling that was far from his reach. He blinked again, then the unusual blue reduced to the usual foggy haze but the white ceiling didn't turn grey, and neither did the distance reduce. Wait, was he not in his cupboard? He blinked once more, his hand groping near the pillow for his glasses so he could see more clearly.
Only to find no glasses there.
Dang it, where were they? Did he put it somewhere else? But that's not possible. He never put it anywhere other than beside his pillow. He doesn't even have any other place. That's when he noticed the softness of the mattress.
Wait, was he not hallucinating then? He truly was not in his cupboard?
Where was he? Was it some kind of hospital this time? Nothing else could describe the white-coloured room he was in. Besides, it's not like he had anywhere else to go.
Ah! Hospital then.
"Ah, finally awake, I see."
He blinked, looking up to see who had entered the room. It was two small humanoid gremlin-like creatures with flat faces, broad noses, pointed ears, wide mouths, and small, sharp fangs. One was standing near the door and the other-an important-looking one, approached him. Oh dear Lord, is this some kind of Alien? Did a UFO come and kidnap him from Private Drive? Or did the Dursleys sell him? But if he was kidnapped or sold, why had they given him a better place than the Dursleys had ever offered?
"Who are you?" He croaked, his voice was hoarse as it was being used for the first time in a while. inwardly he panicked as his eyes widened in fear,
The alien smirked, "Fret not, little Harry. I am Goblin Healer Sharptooth. You are under my care for now."
Hold on - did he just say Goblin?
But, Goblins are some mythological animals, they're not real. There's nothing like Magic, Goblins, Vampires, or Werewolf in real life, right?
Then what...how...
But most importantly…
"Who's Harry?"