Authors Note: Hello, this is my newest fanfic and I am confident that I will complete it! Please review or how else will I know if you want me to write more! Just to let you know, I am starting my story from after the Third Triwizard Task in the Goblet of Fire (4th book) and have altered the events in this task to suit my story. Also, before we start I'd just like to remind you that none of the characters in this chapter belong to me! I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1: The Secret Of The Sick

The lone figure of Madam Promfrey bustled around the hospital wing before coming to an abrupt halt at the foot of the only occupied bed. Looking long and hard at the small, unmoving figure who lay there, she sighed. His untidy raven hair contrasted violently against his pale complexion and she wished he would finally wake so that she would be able to glimpse those sparkling insolent emerald eyes once more. As she cautiously stepped forward to gently adjust his oxygen mask (which had slipped sideways slightly during the night) she brushed a lock of hair from his eyes and was not surprised to see the lightening bolt shaped scar which resided there.

As her only patient, Harry Potter had her constant attention and so far he had been unconscious since he returned from the graveyard almost 3 weeks previously. Although his injuries were in fact healing, he had yet to wake up and the bruising, cuts and large bandage on his forearm were all obvious signs of his ordeal. Madam Promfrey was also concerned about Harry's mental state. Her medical checks had revealed that he had been the subject to nine crutiatus curses and had yet again survived when many fully qualified wizards had been killed by less. As a result of this although she did want Harry to wake, she was suitably apprehensive to what fragile mental state he may be in.

To all knowledge other than that of herself, Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore, Harry was safe at home with his relatives. However, the truth was that the young boy who lay asleep before her was still very sick from the torture he had endured.

Worse still- Madam Promfrey now had a colossal secret that she had yet to divulge to another living soul. This secret concerned Harry and his past- and possibly his future life too. However, to tell this secret would be to run the risk of destroying all that Harry knew to be true. She was in two minds whether or not to allow this secret to become public knowledge because of the uproar and scandal it would surely cause. Naturally though, if Madam Promfrey did tell anyone her sacred secret it would be to her employer Albus Dumbledore to whom she would and trust its security with.

It had all happened accidentally whilst she had been running a routine blood test to ensure that all of the poison from the fangs that had bitten Harry was out of his system. Whilst analysing this sample she had come across her dreadful yet tantalising secret. Harry Potter – the boy who lived- could not possibly be related to either Lily or James Potter. The problem that now concerned her was; if he was not related to the Potters, who on earth were the young boys family?????

Authors Note: What did you think? Please review and let me know! Another chapter is coming soon!