"James! Harry! Dinner time" My lovely wife called expecting her husband (me) and son to come racing into the kitchen as we always did. I waltzed in and kissed her cheek.
"Hey babe, what smells so good?" I asked in a casual voice. Before she could answer Harry slowly walked in.
"What's wrong pup?" I asked crouching down to his level.
"Daddy, I no feel good." Harry whined leaning into me silently asking to be held.
"What hurts? Is it your tummy?" Lily asked coming over to us. Slowly my son shook his head. Anything we asked that hurt he shook his head no.
"Harry can you tell me what's hurting you?" I asked calmly.
"My Froat and my head." He whined. Lily looked concerned.
"I'll go get the muggle thermometer out of the cabinet." Lily said walking out of the kitchen whilst I sat down with my son. I placed a hand to his forehead to find him burning up. He snuggled against my chest the way Lily did after she threw up when she was pregnant with Harry.
"Do you feel like the room is spinning?" I asked and my son nodded against me. "Lils he's dizzy too." I called through the house.
"I'll take his temperature then you have to put him to bed. So he can rest." She instructed me. It was helpful that she became a healer. She skillfully placed the thermometer under our sons arm while I cradled him against my chest. It was took about a minute to take our son's temperature.
"James we're going to have to take him to Saint Mungo's his temperature is just over 100 degrees."
"No! I don't wanna go don't make me go Daddy!" Harry said suddenly.
"Pup we need to get you some medicine to make you feel better." I explained "Lils doesn't Mungo's have an Urgent care center around here can't we take him to that?" I asked quietly enough so only she could hear me.
"Yeah, we can take him there it will be less scary." She replied. I handed her Harry and grabbed a jacket. She gave Harry back to me and took my hand and we apperated into the lobby of the urgent care center where we were taken back right away.
"What seems to be the problem here? "The Healer asked us. Lily rattled off what Harry said to us earlier while I tried to get the toddler to sit on the table to be looked at. Things never seem to go the easy way with our son. He clung desperately to my shirt and refused to let go. Finally I gave up and sat on the table myself with Harry sitting on my lap looking at the pictures on the wall. The healer came over and gently peeled Harry's T-shirt off of him. My son too distracted with the pictures on the wall didn't noticed the unfamiliar hands felling his stomach. He took in a sharp breath when the cold stethoscope hit his chest. He instantly started whimpering. I put my hand on his head to keep him still while the Healer looked in his throat. After a good 15 minutes he pulled Lily aside whispering in hushed tones while I gently put his T-shirt back on him.
"Well your son seems to have a muggle disease called Strep throat." He told me. "Sadly I can't do anything about it except tell you to go to a muggle healer to get some medicine. There is one squib that will take wizarding families whom have a child with a muggle disease and he is here in the building if you want me to get him some muggle medicine."
"Yes, would you please?" Lily said.
"Right away ma'am." He said leaving me, Lily and harry in the room. He returned a short while later with a prescription for some medicine and an ice pop to soothe Harry's throat.
"What do you say Harry?" Lily prompted
"Tank you." Harry mumbled
"You're welcome little guy." The healer said giving Lily the prescription. Lily went and got it filled before we went home and put Harry to bed. Once we were home I put Harry in our bed and left him to sleep and ate what Lily had made before.
"Mummy!" the small cry echoed though the silent house. "MUMMY!" it came again a bit more urgent and I stood up to check on my son. When I got into my room I saw that Harry threw up all over the floor.
"LILY" I called "He threw up!" I said while moving closer to my son. Lily bounded up the stairs and saw Harry vomiting while I rubbed his back in soothing circles. When Harry finished vomiting he sat up and buried his face in my chest sobbing.
"Don't cry Harry, everybody throws up." I said quietly and that made harry calm down a bit. I watched as Lily cleaned the floor up with a wave of her wand then summoned a glass of water for Harry. She set it on the bedside table and sat on Harry's other side waiting for him to calm down before having him drink some water.
"James he has Strep on top of the Stomach Flu." Lily whispered to me. Harry had stopped sobbing and took a few sips of water. We let him go back to sleep and Lily stayed in the room while I Floo called my parents. After a couple of hours he stopped throwing up.
"Thank Merlin he stopped throwing up." Lily whispered to me while Harry slept on my chest. I put my son between us and fell asleep. Praying that he would soon be over this.