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Finding A Place To Belong

Everyone hates hospitals.

Chapter 4

Dr. Elizebeth Weir was thankful for the small favors, like the fact that the Atlantis uniforms could be put on quickly while half awake or that the coms didn't involve having to type out any numbers. She gave her hair a quick brush while she called Lt. Dorveaux, who was in charge of the night shift guards, over that comm telling him to send men to the observation room. She wasn't more than a couple hundred yards down the hall when she ran into Ronon who looked as if he was coming back from the training room.

"What are you doing awake?" He asked sounding a bit more suspicious than curious, that had been one of the things that the people of Atlantis hadn't been able to shake him of, is immediate suspicion of everything. Though she did have to admit that it was probably what made him so invaluable, well that and his unmatched ability to kill the wraith.

"We found an uninvited guest in the sub levels." Ronon stiffened as she said it.

"Wraith.?" Ronon growled.

"Sheppard says that they look human. He's also claiming to be from Earth."

"Earth? The planet where you came from?" Elizabeth nodded in answer

"They are headed to the observation room-"

"I'm coming."

"You have to promise not to shoot anyone" Weir said it seriously

Ronon gave a grunt and crossed his arms "I can't promise that."

She sighed ,"Fine, but you only shoot if he becomes a threat." He grunted in what she could only hope was acceptance before she sighed once more and they both continued on to the observation room.

As Harry exited the lift he remembered just how much he disliked guns, especially when they were pointing at him. He had found out the hard way that molten metal was not one of the things that was blocked by protego. That had been a rather painful lesson.

"Well, go on", Col. Sheppard nodded toward the door flanked by two armed men,"We don't want to miss the party."

"A party?", Harry said, turning slightly to look at the man behind him,"Is there going to be cake?"

Sheppard raised an eyebrow but only nodded towards the door again. Harry gave a slight smile before walking out into the corridor, following Sheppard's directions to a door flanked by soldiers. The door opened automatically to show a large room that looked like some sort of a hospital room. Complete with a slab, what looked like medical scanners and even more gun totting Americans. As Harry looked around his eyes paused on a man who wasn't wearing a uniform, though that didn't stop him from holding a gun. It only took one glance for Harry to realize that if it came to it this man would be the biggest threat. The man glared at him before Harry's eyes continued his search and landed on woman that was standing next to the threat. She was wearing an odd uniform similar to the soldiers and he could tell from everyone's stances that, while she wasn't military, she was definitely the one in charge.

"Hello, my name Dr. Elizabeth Weir. May I ask yours?"

"Harry Potter," He said giving a slight bow of his head,"I would say it was a pleasure, but…" The man actually growled and Harry could see his hand tightening on his gun.

"I understand,"She said throwing a look to the man beside her. He stopped growling but didn't look apologetic she frowned before continuing ",May I ask you how it was that you came to be here?"

"I absolutely no idea how I got to be here. In fact I don't even know where here is exactly. Last I remember I was in a field in Scotland and then I was standing in some hallway out of Star Trek."

"A field in Scotland? In the British Isles?", Dr Weir asked slowly as if trying to figure something out.

"Yes."

"Pardon me, but you don't exactly sound Scottish.", It was as if she was trying to catch him in a lie. As if he wouldn't know what a scottish accent sounded like.

"That would be because I'm English, born in Surry." He answered patiently not wanting to antagonize her, or rather the eager man standing next to her. He still couldn't stop himself from asking ",Is there a reason that you're doing this interrogation in examination room? Did you run out jail cells or is the American government just being more open about their interrogation methods?"

Dr. Weir pursed her lips "You're here to make sure that you are not a threat. Are you willing to submit to a physical exam?"

"Am I being given a choice?"

"Mr. Potter you were found in the middle of a secure government facility. I'm asking nicely now, but if I have to ask you again it won't be. Believe me when I say you want me to be nice."

She was fierce and she definitely knew what she was doing. Harry could respect this woman, probably even like her in better circumstances. He gave her a smile before nodding," True enough I'm the intruder. So long as it doesn't involve strange probes or cutting me open. I shall acquiesce to your demands."

He could hear Sheppard stifle a laugh at the mention of strange probes. Dr. Weir raised an eyebrow at him,"You can be assured that it will be a normal exam. Dr. Beckette will be the one examining you." She said gesturing to a man standing off to the side near the soldiers.

"Guards will be posted at the doors." She said before gesturing for the rest to follow her out of the room. The man beside her was reluctant to go but still followed. 'Well at least this doesn't have to be done in front of an audience' Harry thought after they had left. Harry wasn't looking forward to the examination, he held not a small about of dislike towards hospitals and this room definitely fell into that category. Harry was still watching the closed door when the doctor cleared his throat.

"My name's Carson Beckette. If you could take a seat at the table we can start the examination." The guy seemed a bit nervous and Harry wondered just what it was it was that he had some how stumbled into, especially since that the doctor that was to examine him was in fact a Scotsman if his accent was anything to go by. Harry took a good look at him now. He was wearing the same uniform that the woman, Dr. Weir had been wearing, but his had a slightly different color and Harry could make out the Scottish flag on the arm. What was this place? It was rare to have countries collaborating much less sharing medical personnel. The man seemed to grow more anxious when Harry didn't respond right away, so Harry tried to defuse the tension a little.

"So, a Scotsman. Tell me, how is it that you've survived surrounded my so many Americans?" He asked moving to sit on the table. The question drew a small laugh out of the man.

"I've survived worse. Could you please remove your shirt so that I can get a scan." As Harry went about removing his cloak and sweater, folding the cloth around where his wand was hidden, he caught movement in the corner of his eye. He turned his head to see several people looking down from a large window high on the wall that he had somehow failed to notice during his first scan of the room. He couldn't make out any faces out of the shadows but assumed that Dr. Weir was among the the group watching.

"Do you always perform for an audience?"He asked with a frown nodding his head toward the window. Carson looked up from where he was getting the necessary equipment ready. He glanced to where Harry was looking and then gave him a small apologetic smile.

"Aye, only for important guests."He joked. Harry snorted as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Good lord!" Carson said in a shocked voice.

"Hmm?" Harry , who was in the process of throwing his T-shirt in the pile with his sweater and cloak, looked at Carson confusedly until he followed the man's gaze the numerous and distinct scars that covered both his chest and arms.

"Oh…" Harry said quietly,"Do you mind not asking about those? I promise that they're not medically relevant… they just look horrible." The doctor looked as if he wanted to say something, but changed his mind and just gave a nod instead and went about attaching wires to Harry's chest before moving around to do the same to his back. To the doctor's credit he managed to contain his shock when he saw his back, which was much worse off that Harry's chest. It was completely covered in thick rope like scars.

"Okay, that's done," He said as he walked back around to the front of the examination table "Now if you would please lay back so that I can run a scan." Harry complied and Carson ran the scanner slowly down Harry's body. Harry sat back up as the doctor examined the scans. Carson wasn't overly surprised at what the scanner had revealed, not after the amount of scarring he had seen on the young man's body. They showed numerous past breaks including a couple old fractures to the spine. From what Beckette could see, Harry was lucky not to be paralyzed, much less be as healthy as he was. The sensors that he had attached showed that all body functions where operating normally.

"I need to take a couple of blood samples to be completely sure," Carson said as he removed the sensors,"but it looks like you're completely healthy."

"Take what you need" Harry said giving him the permission that he needed to proceed. The doctor drew two vials of blood before telling Harry that he could get redressed and then left to start running tests on the blood. Harry was left alone in the empty room. Harry sighed, he got the feeling that he was going to be stuck there for a while longer and there was a shade up in the window now. They obviously didn't want him watching. He couldn't leave the room without revealing himself to the guards and he had to assume that there were cameras in the room so he couldn't apparate even if he did want to take the risk of splinching and he definitely couldn't take out his wand. He sighed again and tried to get comfortable on the table, might as well keep up his energy and take a nap, he had a feeling that the day wasn't over.

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