Chapter 2

Harry's legs buckled beneath him as he landed causing him to roll over and hit his face into the ground. A dull crunch echoed throughout the small chamber he was in. Harry pushed himself from the ground into a kneeling position. As he glanced around the room he noticed that there was a small leather couch with dust coated all over it. Next to the couch was an old brass lamp, cobwebs stretched between the two. There was no door in the small room.

Soft light filtered in from a window high above. Something warm with the taste of copper fell onto his lips; Harry used the back of his hand to wipe the blood from his throbbing nose. Now that he thought about it his nose was radiating pain across his face.

Harry decided to take a seat on the couch and try and figure out what had happened. His thoughts drifted to the first letter he had received that morning. It was written in what appeared to be normal ink with an elegant script. He tried to cross reference the style to ones he knew, but came up empty. Who was this mysterious sender?

The second letter Harry couldn't understand, there was nothing remotely in English. Letters and numbers were mixed together in what seemed like random sequences. A few non English words seemed to fill spaces between the oddities. He was sure Hermione would have understood it. There was no discernable hand writing, it was all block letters and too clean to be written by hand. Harry lifted the letter up to have a look at the parchment once more.

A loud grinding sound coming from the opposite wall startled Harry out of his thoughts causing him to smack the back of his head onto the wall behind him. Bright florescent light filled his vision blinding him momentarily. Removing his glasses he rubbed his eyes hoping for some relief. With grey blotches clouding his vision he could make out a dark human shape growing in size.

As the blotches in his vision lessened, Harry sloppily placed his glasses back upon his face. Now with greater focus Harry could now see an elderly man in a white coat standing in front of him holding a clipboard. The man was completely bald, no facial hair and no eye brows. Dark marks hung underneath both of his pale blue eyes. His grey skin gave him a sickly look about him as if he was about to kneel over and wither away before Harry's eyes.

"I am Doctor Leopold Stannard, you may call me Doctor Stannard or Sir." The old man asked in a raspy voice. "I am correct in assuming that you are Harry Potter of number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging? And that you attend Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry?

"Uh…yes?" Harry replied nervously not sure on what to make of the Doctor. Harry felt around for his wand. Realising that it was still laying underneath his pillow in his room he paled in shock. "Are you a Death Eater?"

Harry's head suddenly jerked sideways as Doctor Stannard retracted his hand. "You will answer my questions and end it with Doctor Stannard or Sir!" The doctor said in a cold tone. "Now are you Harry Potter or not?"

"Yes Sir, I am Harry Potter."

"I will answer your question this once, unless I permit you to ask questions, and only then you will not be asking me anything personal, nothing to do with the outside world. Now to answer your sill question, no I am not a silly Death Eater. I am a man who will be questioning you and healing you."

"Now let me do a simple diagnostic on you." Doctor Stannard pulled a stethoscope from his pocket and moved towards Harry. He motioned for him to lift his shirt. The cool of the metal on his skin caused goose bumps to spread across his flesh. "You're heart appears to be in working order." He scribbled something quickly onto his clipboard.

Doctor Stannard motioned for Harry to turn around and lift his shirt once more. Harry could feel the diaphragm moving around his back as the doctor asked him to breathe deep and exhale. When done Harry could hear Doctor Stannard muttering under his breath about excellent lungs.

"Now you must strip, so I can examine the rest of you." His pale blue eyes boring into Harry's vibrant green orbs for what felt like an eternity until finally the doctor clicked his tongue in annoyance. "I do not have time for you to be embarrassed about your body, I am a doctor, I merely need to ensure that you can handle what is to come. Now undress before I am made to undress you."

Harry felt heat rise up into his cheeks as he began to undress. The coolness of the room did nothing to quench his feeling of exposure before the old man in the lab coat. An involuntary shiver ran up his spine as the doctor started his examination on his body. The latex globes that the doctor was wearing felt a bit queer on his body as the man poked and stretched his skin. With a final look into Harry's eyes with a bright light the exam was over. Harry was told to redress and wait on the old lounge.

Feeling violated and vulnerable the embarrassed teen dress and sat on the couch without a word. Harry was deep in thought about what had happened to him today and did not notice when the old man left.

Minutes upon minutes passed by, what was he supposed to be waiting for? His death? Maybe this was a giant mistake, but no the old man knew his address, so this had to be some kind of kidnapping plan. Perhaps he was to be ransomed off? Perhaps he had been watching too much television, but no that would be stupid he wasn't allowed to watch that and besides he was never too interested in it to begin with.

Still waiting Harry drifted off into a restless sleep, images of Sirius falling backwards through the veil to his death while Bellatrix laughed and laughed haunted his dreams. Red and green swirled throughout the blackness his dreams became. Harry abruptly woke up when he heard the grinding noise of stone against stone once more.

With a crick in his neck from how he had slept, Harry squinted his eyes in order to let the least amount of light through to his eyes. He could see a figure once more becoming clearer in his vision. A man with shaggy black hair now stood before him.

"Sirius?"