Harry by McGonnagall

2. Hogwarts awakening

3rd Person POV:

Harry Potter laid silently on the matress. He was awake, and, to his suprise, almost nothing hurt! He squinted, and saw that he lay on a soft, white matress in a white big room. He soon voiced his thoughts, to, appereantly, no one.

«Am I dead?» asked the 5-year old, With a voice mixed with confusion, nervousness and hopefullnes. He hoped so dearly, because then he could maybe get his first hug from his mommy and daddy. Everything was blurry, but it was just a little better with his glasses on. He had changed prescription long ago.

He felt a mild pressure on his stomach, and, to his suprise, there was a big, forest cat curled up there! It blinked lazily at him, with tired yellow eyes. Then it started to purr. It purred so much that his whole stomach vibrated. He figured he liked the feeling, so he took his hand and scratched it between the ears, like he had seen mrs. Figg do.

Then suddenly, a middleaged woman looking like a nurse (or a nun) marched in from the arched door.

«Mr. Potter, I see you are awake. Would you like to meet the headmaster?» she asked stern.

«Wh... where am I? Who is the headmaster? Who are you? Can I just stay in this room?» asked Harry, his questions blabbering out of him. Then he covered his mouth in his hands. What would the Dursley's think? How many days without meals was this?

«You are at Hogwarts, one of the safest places on Earth. The headmaster is Albus Percical Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. I am madam Pomfrey, the school nurse. And yes, dear Harry, you can stay here with Mrs. Norris when the headmater comes» said the madam Pomfrey, still stern but a little more soft. Harry's immediate thought was something like: «someone with so many names must be a royalty! Then maybe it was appropriate to call him "your Highness"» Harry was also a smart child, so when madam Pomfrey had left, he figured out that the cat was Mrs. Norris.

Then he thought of a new 'freaky' ability he had figured out a few days ago. He could change the way he looked! He thought of one of his identities, 'Jack Frost' from a movie. They had both no memory of a time before they was abandoned. They had both some 'abilities', and was purely alone in the world. He hadn't gotten to see more because the Dursley's had caught him looking, so he was locked in his cupboard. Then he concentrated on Jack Frost. The whole him, the icy blue eyes, the white hair, the pale skin, and, at last, hiding his scar. He had then began to concentrate on his clothes, and suddenly, he had been a complete copy of Jack Frost, clothes and the whole. He had made a staff which could fly and shoot snow and ice.

Back to the present, he looked like Jack Frost now, and he only missed a staff. He thought hard of the staff he had hidden in a bush home, imagined it disappering there and reappering in his hands, and with a little pop! he had the staff. He quickly mounted it, and flew out the door. He was in a big room made of bricks. There was many hospital beds there, and some shelves with strange vials. In one end, there was a fireplace, in the other, a big door. He quickly flew out the big door and began to explore.

There was no doubt now. The man was a royalty, because this was a castle! He continued flying around, until he reached a type of doorknob, looking like an eagle. This was by far the most interesting thing. He was seconds away from turning it, when the doorknob spoke: «Who is winter himself?» It seemed like a riddle. He thought quick, and said: «Jack Frost»
«Correct! Enter now» said the eagle, and the wall began to part ways