'What happened?' Was the first thing to pop up in his mind as he awakened from his slumber. Seeing only darkness he tried to open his eyes, however there appeared to have been something blocking them.

"Ah so you're awake now ?" A voice sounded beside him, causing the smaller to jump. "Sorry for startling you." A firm yet warm hand clasped his shoulder, letting Harry know that they were there. "W-where am I?" "You're in Harefield Hospital, you've been injured in a car crash with a large truck. You're the only one to have survived."

TheDoctor told him softly, waiting to see his reaction. Harry remained quiet, processing the information he was being told. He frowned behind his bandages. "Why I'm I wearing bandages?" "Besides the collision, you also lost your eyesight. Now don't panic!" The Doctor tightened his grip slightly.

"We were able to transplant another set in to your skull, hopefully they work." It was a new kind of transplant, not known outside of the few doctors at that hospital.

It hasn't been used on human patients so Harry was the first one.

They doubted it would work.

"We'll remove it in a sec, but first we must discus what will happen now." Harry nodded.

"You don't have any living relatives that can take you in, Your aunt Marge was arrested a few days after you were admitted into the hospital for illegal dog breeding. You've got no where else to go." The Doctor rubbed his eyes.

"Wish I could help you , but it looks like you'll be sent to a foster home." Harry didn't really know the term, being only eight years old. "Now, to remove the bandages." He carefully unraveled the tightly bond material from Harry's face.

"Oh my." There were scattered scars around his face, the tissue still red. "Could you open your eyes for me? Slowly now." Harry cracked his eyes open, letting them adjust to the brightness of the room.

"That's it." They widened further, letting him see the blankets and his hand. Once fully opened he turned to the doctor.

He sucked in a breath. "That's new." He could have sworn the eyes were brown, but they weren't.

A brilliant pair of Heterochromia eyes stared back at him. "What's wrong? Are they strange?" "No they're fine. You seem to be able to see through them. That means they work!" The doctor was excited, not knowing the transplants were modified by Harry's magic.

Unsure what the doctor meant he turned to where a mirror rested near his bed.

He jumped.

Where his once emerald green eyes stood now there where two different coloured eyes staring at him. One eye was a Purple gold mixture that blended quite nicely with each other, while the other was a bright blue colour.

"Whoa." He was amazed at the colour, forgetting about his old eyes in favour of these new, better ones. "Seeing as you're still injured you'll be staying here at the hospital until you recover." The Doctor wrote something on his clipboard and left Harry alone.

The little boy blinked. "Was that a bird sitting on his shoulder?"