Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: So, my readers have given a good response to this story the last few days and thought I would post Chapter 2 early. For now on, I will try to keep a once a week schedule.
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Chapter 2
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March, 1993
Isla Nublar, Costa Rica
Harry sat on the cot in his cell, his mind was still racing, even having been here three days now. He had only talked to Muldoon, the dozen or so security guards on the island and Doctor Rose, an older woman with a sunny disposition and in charge of the clinic.
He was still waiting for this mysterious Hammond to appear to get him out of here.
In that time though, he had heard enough to realize that the little Compsognathus he had seen on the back of the jeep were not the only dinosaurs on the island. He had his suspicion that the sign pointing towards Stegosaurus Lookout actually looked out onto real stegosauruses. How this had been done, he had no clue.
When he wasn't pondering dinosaurs, he was pondering the night at the Department of Mysteries, why his scar wasn't hurting him anymore, even though they had had to stitch it back up and he still had a large gauze taped to his head, and how Sirius was.
The only positive was that Harry got three good meals a day.
When the door opened to the cells, he heard a man with a slight Scottish accent, "I told you not to keep him locked up, Robert. He isn't even sixteen from what Muldoon says about the boy..."
Harry stood up, moving towards the bars.
A slightly rotund man in white pants and a short sleeve button down shirt came half into the door. He could make out a balding head of white hair and a large white beard that reminded him of Father Christmas.
"John, he just appeared out of nowhere. We have no record of him coming here and our contacts in Brittan can't find any trace of him or this other man, Sirius Black, travelling in the last few weeks," the deep voice of Benning said.
"Codswallop," the old man said. "I have seen the tapes and trust Muldoon on this."
"Thank you, John," he heard Muldoon.
"But John..." Benning tried to argue.
There was a sharp clack on the floor. "That is enough, Robert. Muldoon, I want a guard with him at all times and we will be letting him out of here until we figure what is going on," the older man said.
"Of course," Muldoon said.
"I am going to object to this, John," Benning said.
"Your objection is heard. Now, I would like lunch to be ready in an hour."
"Yes, John," Benning replied.
The old man turned towards Harry. He had a smile on his face and presented a more grandfatherly figure than even Dumbledore. Brown eyes found Harry's and the man's smile grew wider. It was an easy smile that had Harry feeling a little more relaxed. The clack Harry had heard earlier had come from a cane with a large piece of amber on the top of it. Harry didn't say anything as the man walked closer. Muldoon came in after him.
"You must be Harry Potter?" the man said.
"Yes," Harry replied.
"Excellent. British I see? Grew up in Scotland myself. John Hammond," the man said, extending a hand to Harry. Harry could hear more of a Scottish accent on the man. Looking to Muldoon, who nodded. For some reason Harry had come to trust the man in the last few days.
Harry reached through the bars. "Good to meet you, Mr. Hammond. I come from Surrey, outside of London."
"Yes. Muldoon has filled me in on everything we know about you. Though, we have not been able to contact your relatives," Mr. Hammond said.
Harry's brow scrunched. "You called my aunt and uncle?"
"We actually sent people to the address you gave us, but there are no Dursley's there. Neighbours said they moved out years ago. No, matter, I'm sure you have your reasons for lying," the man said a little jovially. His next words had a significance to them. "We all have our secrets."
Harry looked confused. "I'm sorry, but you are sure you went to the right address?"
"Four Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey," Muldoon said. "The phone number you gave us didn't work. We were able to visit a Ms. Granger at Sixty-two Covington Court, Redhill, Surrey. The girl is only thirteen and doesn't know any Harry Potter. She also goes to a private school not far from her home."
Harry blinked. He didn't know what to say. "But Hermione should be in Scotland."
Muldoon passed a picture to Mr. Hammond, who handed it to Harry. He looked at the obviously Muggle picture, seeing the curly brown hair and inquisitive eyes of his friend. She was smiling as she walked with a small group of girls. Harry's confusion grew. She was obviously younger. Her hair had changed between this age and when the Yule ball happened, and she was more mature and had a figure that he liked the last time he had seen her. She still looked more tomboyish, like she had through mid-fourth year.
"But..." Harry said, unsure what to say.
"Mr. Potter, what date do you think it is?" the kindly older man asked.
His mouth moved a time or two. "It must be around June twenty-fifth, nineteen-ninety-six," Harry said.
He missed the look between the men. "What would you say if I told you it was March nineteenth, nineteen-ninety-three?" Muldoon asked.
Harry looked up from the picture of Hermione. Going back in time was not a huge leap for him. He had done that before. Believing in dinosaurs was not that odd, not after having been up close and personal in adventures with creatures he had had.
What he was having a hard time believing was that he was almost three years into the past, Hermione did not look to be a witch, and his relatives were just gone? He doubted the ministry would do that, not with all the wards that Dumbledore said was around his relatives' house.
"We were able to find records of a Harry James Potter, born July thirty-first, nineteen eighty, to a James Phillip Potter and Lily June Potter in Launceston, Cornwall. All three died in nineteen-eighty-three when a drunk man hit their car head on, out in the countryside of Cornwall," Muldoon said, holding out a paper clipping.
Harry shook his head. "My parents died Halloween of nineteen-eighty-one in Godric's Hollow," Harry said, the echoes of his relatives calling his parents drunks and having landed him with them after his parents died in a car crash were too eerie for his liking.
Harry took the papers. There was an aged clipping form a Muggle newspaper about the car crash, listing all their names and showing a picture of the mangled wreck. His hands shook some. When he looked at the papers beneath it, he realized they were death certificates.
"Bloody hell," he said, leaning against the wall, before sliding down it.
"We can't find any records of any towns known as Godric's Hollow or Ottery St. Catchpole," Muldoon added.
Harry closed his eyes and leaned over, his arms resting on his knees and his head held down.
"What about Sirius?"
"Sirius Black died in nineteen-eighty-four. He was a police officer, stabbed while trying to break up a bar fight. Your parents did claim him your godfather and did give you to his custody in their will, but you didn't survive the crash," Muldoon said in his even voice.
"Sirius is still alive now?" Harry asked, not looking up.
"The man you claim to be Sirius Black is still alive and was upgraded from critical to recovering today. What is getting me is that the fingerprints on record match both of you. We were able to find your records from the hospital you were born at," Muldoon said.
"Bloody hell," Harry muttered, unsure if this was all because of how wizards hid themselves or if he had somehow ended up in a different time paradox. Hermione had warned him about terrible things happening when wizards played with time.
"Open the door," Mr. Hammond demanded in a soft tone.
Harry felt his chest constrict even more. For the first time in years, he felt hot tears welling up into his eyes.
"Harry," Mr. Hammond said. He put hand to Harry's forearm in a comforting way. Harry didn't flinch like he might normally do. "Please look at me."
Harry looked up, his vision blurry with tears. Mr. Hammond regarded him for a few. After a moment, he stated, "You don't believe you are lying, do you?"
Harry sniffed, trying to get control of his emotions. "I... I don't know what to believe," Harry said.
"Would you believe me that I believe you can do magic? The video cameras caught what you did. We have no evidence of you being on the island before you suddenly rolled out of a canvas covering in a work area and that your godfather is healing at almost double the speed that anyone could ever expect," Mr. Hammond said gently.
Harry looked down to the picture of Hermione. She was three years younger and in a uniform that was not a Hogwarts uniform. In the other hand was the proof that he and his parents had died. Was it possible that the Magical World didn't exist here?
He let out a stuttering breath. If none of his life before existed, Harry was truly an orphan, cast out on his own, with nowhere to go. No money. No friends. Nothing. All except... "Can I see Sirius?"
Mr. Hammond patted his arm. "Once he is recovered, I will have him brought out to Isla Nublar. We can set up a call as soon as the doctors approve it."
Harry took in a deep breath and let it out. "Alright." There was a long minute of silence as Harry looked at the things in his hands. Meeting Mr. Hammond's eyes, Harry asked, "What happens to me now?"
The man gave him a smile. "Well, that is up to you. Since you have shown on the island, there is a lot of talk and excitement from the scientists, and I would like to learn more about those sticks... wands do you call them?"
Harry wasn't sure why a bunch of scientists would be so excited. "Yeah, they are wands."
"Excellent," Mr. Hammond said excitedly. "Would you like lunch? The chefs are preparing a meal in my private bungalow, if you care to join me. Only the very best, you know. I spare no expense. Muldoon, would you join us today?"
Harry took in a few breaths before getting up. He helped Mr. Hammond stand. Walking out the door, a man in khaki shorts and shirt like Muldoon was waiting for them. "Harry, this is Ericks. He will be your escort for now. Umbridge will be taking over after dinner."
Harry's heart stopped for a moment. "Umbridge?"
"Yeah, she is one of my best. You won't miss her. Bright pink hair and likes to carry a pink dart gun and knife," Muldoon said.
Harry felt really apprehensive. The last Umbridge he had known had been a sadist. He could only hope the pink hair meant she was nicer?
"Now, I've heard that you saw the first of our little darlings?" Mr. Hammond asked in a jovial way.
"Yes, sir."
"None of this sir, stuff. I am not that old yet," Hammond chuckled. "The little Compsognathus?"
"That is what Muldoon told me," Harry said.
"Scavengers, the lot of them," Muldoon commented. "Dangerous in a pack though."
"Yes. They will not get out of their fences," Hammond said. "If you haven't figured it out, Muldoon is my games warden, and head of security."
"I prefer to be in the field," Muldoon said.
"You will be. We are moving the tyrannosaur to her new paddock next week. You are fully in charge of that," Hammond assured.
Harry shook his head in shock. "Tyrannosaurus? As in tyrannosaurus rex?"
"What else would it be?" Hammond asked rather nonchalantly. Harry cast a look to Muldoon, and he nodded his head.
"John, should we be talking about all this with Harry," Muldoon queried.
"I don't think him a threat, and if he really has no relatives or anyone else, I think it will fall on us to provide for the lad, not to mention his godfather," Hammond said.
Harry gave a concerned look.
"Fine, but we can talk about this at the staff meeting tomorrow," Muldoon suggested.
Hammond waved him off. "If Harry is going to be stuck here, he should know the dangers. The T. rex will be taken over from Isla Sorna on Tuesday. I want her released as soon as possible," Hammond said.
"Everything is planned for," Muldoon promised.
"Good."
Mr. Hammond's bungalow was just on the other side of a small lagoon. Harry could clearly see the visitor's center and a few other raised bungalows to the right of the centre. Mr. Hammond's was more of a small mansion than a bungalow, though. They walked into a high roofed atrium with a huge window overlooking a valley in the centre of the island.
He didn't notice the rooms and a staircase that led off from it. His eyes had immediately caught site of movement down the valley. That movement had his seeker reflexes going. When he focused on the movement, his mouth dropped open. Even though they were far away, perhaps a mile or two, Harry distinctly saw a few long neck dinosaurs around a large lake. Others were moving about, but it was harder to make them out.
Mr. Hammond got a huge smile on his face as he indicated the table on a deck just past the window. "Welcome to Jurassic Park," Mr. Hammond proudly said, guiding Harry out the doors.
"What are they?" Harry asked in some wonder.
"The ones with really long necks are diplodocus. The other long neck, standing upright, you see, are brachiosaurus. You can just make out the long crests of the parasaurolophus and I don't see and any edomontosaurus, do you," the man asked towards Muldoon.
"The edomontosaurus tend to like the trees this time of day. They usually come to the lake closer to dawn or dusk, like the ankylosaurs," Muldoon commented, moving to the railing with them.
"Wicked," Harry said, a smile coming to his face. "You have dinosaurs, but no dragons or the like?"
"I'm afraid, Harry, that many of the things that you told Muldoon about don't seem to really exist. That doesn't mean there isn't magic. Just look down there," Hammond said.
"Mr. Hammond, would you like me to serve you now or later?" a woman questioned from the door they had come through.
"I am rather hungry, if you gentlemen would like. I haven't had breakfast, coming straight from Washington," Hammond said, leaving Harry to look down the valley as he went to the table.
"Washington?" Harry asked.
"Washington, D.C. As much as I love Scotland, I have found capital and those willing to lend it is easier to obtain in the United States or Japan. We have the Hammond Foundation headquarters there, and while InGen's main headquarters are in California, our main research facility is not far from Jurassic Park, to be closer to service our crown jewel," Hammond said, indicating the valley below.
After a moment, Harry turned and joined them at the table, finding a seat where he could watch the dinosaurs. "Do you have stegosaurus?"
"They had to be moved to the West paddock number 2. Didn't get along well with the others," Muldoon said.
"Yes. They get along better with the triceratops," Hammond commented.
"You mean they respect each other's territory after a few scuffles," Muldoon pointed out. "I think you will need more veterinary staff once all the animals are here."
Hammond waved the man off.
"We'll get you a pair of binoculars so that you can watch them from here when I am on the island, or Muldoon or someone can show you the overlook," Hammond told Harry.
Harry just nodded, starting to feel a little overwhelmed. Hammond and Muldoon talked business while Harry picked at the fish and rice on his plate. He really wasn't paying that much attention as he looked out over the valley. The men seemed to get that Harry needed some time to think. As they were talking about something called a velociraptor and that they were bigger and more dangerous than fossil records, Harry suddenly asked, "Why are you treating me so well?"
The two men stopped talking.
Mr. Hammond spoke to Harry as he watched the small herd of diplodocus move away from the lake. "To tell you the truth, we have found out some very interesting things in the last few days that has frankly stumped some of the scientist and engineers that work for InGen."
"What is that?" Harry asked.
"Well, it is no small miracle to look at the dinosaurs out there. You are looking at the culmination of twenty-two years of research that is only possible because there are some types of amber that preserve what is inside of them," Hammond replied, sounding more sombre. "I won't even pretend to be smart enough to understand what Doctor Wu and Lockwood do, but I have a passion to see people happy and for dinosaurs, can sell almost anything, and have no small talent in attracting investors and the top talent. I really don't spare any expense."
"I don't understand. What do you mean some types of amber preserve what is inside it?" Harry turned to look at Mr. Hammond.
The man took his cane and held it out for Harry. Harry took it at Hammond's silent prodding. "Inside that amber, is a mosquito. For years I know that Lockwood has been trying to find out why we can find some that are preserved perfectly, as though they just died. Some even have blood in them. Blood that has been perfectly preserved for tens, if not hundreds of millions of years. That shouldn't be possible. The very nature of fossilization, from what I have been told, destroys all organic matter. But for some mosquitos and other insects or whatever is caught in special amber, the nature of the thing survives."
Harry looked at the mosquito inside the large amber piece. "Are you saying that you were able to create dinosaurs from mosquitos?"
"The blood they drank before dying," Hammond said.
"Wicked," Harry said softly. "But why would I be important?"
"Lockwood and a few of my other scientists have said they can detect a small amount of odd radiation and electrical waves from the amber pieces that have samples we can use. The same odd radiation and electrical waves have now been found where you and Sirius Black came into the Visitor Center. It is fading fast," Mr. Hammond told him.
"Reginald thinks it will dissipate by the end of the week," Muldoon said.
"Yes. The 'magic' as you call it, leaves the same patterns," Mr. Hammond said.
Harry was starting to get an idea of what was going on and he wasn't sure he cared for it. "And you what? Want to study me?"
Hammond chuckled. "No. No. Nothing like you make it sound, but yes. Some of our scientists would like to study what you can do, and your godfather when he gets better. Not that we have thought to check, but you two are the first ones we have been able to detect the magical patterns from. If you are willing, my business partner and head scientist of InGen, Sir Benjamin Lockwood, would like to show you around the labs and have you work with a team of people to help understand your magic. It will be the top talent in physics, medicine and electrical engineering."
Harry still felt a little nervous. "Why?"
Hammond gave him a broad smile. "Discovery is its own reward, and if we can understand how you can control and manipulate this magic, it could lead to better ways for InGen and Jurassic Park to understand the genomes of all these creatures and possibly find ways to help cure some human diseases."
Harry frowned, looking away towards the dinosaurs again. After a bit, Harry asked, "What about other wizards? If they find me and you, you will all be obliviated, made to forget everything about me, and possibly your research, if they find out you are using magically preserved blood. I will go to Azkaban for how much I have already told you."
Hammond shared a look with Muldoon. Muldoon spoke up, "Harry, I'm not sure magic exists here like it does where you came from. I admit it's only been a few days, but none of the security teams have been able to find any sign of magic use like you have described. None of our sensors have picked up more than just background signatures, like the amber samples."
"Magic makes electronics go haywire or not work," Harry informed him.
"If that is so, why can we pick up on your signal, and have been able to validate Sirius Black as emitting an electrical signal?" Mr. Hammond said.
"What are you going to do to me if I say no?" Harry asked, afraid he was going to become a lab rat, but he really didn't have any options if what these people said was true.
"Nothing," Mr. Hammond said. "But I don't know what you will do if you choose to leave. Technically you are dead. You are underage. Your godfather is recovering from a very bad wound. I am willing to cover all his medical costs and offer him a job when he gets better. For you, I offer an education, a place to live, a job when you graduate with whatever degree you want. In return, I only ask for you to cooperate."
Mr. Hammond waived out over the view. "We have eight species on the island right now. Seven more are scheduled to join us in the next few months so that we can open next year. InGen or other research teams are finding new samples every month. Dr Wu assures me that they are in development of a dozen more viable species. You could also help in curing some diseases. Can you imagine what it would be to be credited with ending something like AIDS or cancer?"
Harry could hear the conviction in the man's words.
"And I will be stuck here for the rest of my life?" Harry asked, wondering if he was trading one prison of Privet Drive and Hogwarts for another?
"No," Mr. Hammond said. "I would prefer you to stay here for the next few months. If you need tutors or anything, it will be provided. I will spare no expense."
Harry was wondering if that was the man's mantra. Spare no expense! With a sigh, he didn't know what better deal he had until Sirius was back with him. "You want me to talk with Lockwood?"
"Yes. Sir Benjamin Lockwood. He is a very nice man that is just as passionate about all this as I am," Mr. Hammond said with some conviction.
After a moment, he nodded, hoping he wasn't getting into something that was over his head. If he was stuck here, then he minds as well enjoy himself. "Can I go see the dinosaurs?"
"Do we have teams going out into the field this afternoon?" Hammond asked Muldoon.
"I am going out to do another survey and to escort some veterinarians to the triceratops herd. Do you want me to take him out there?" Muldoon asked sceptically.
"I don't want him to be a prisoner in this compound," Hammond replied. "I have to head back to California tomorrow to talk with the board, then back to Washington. When Benjamin doesn't need him, would you be willing to take him out when you go?"
Muldoon looked to Harry, who turned to look the man in the eye. "It's not a walk in the woods out there. Even those gentle giants can kill you if you bother them. If you come with me, you listen. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," Harry said, trying to keep his excitement down that he was going to go see something the size of a dragon without the nasty teeth, spikes or fire breath.
Muldoon nodded after a moment. "I am going to take him to the camp store and get him fitted out properly. Those shoes look ready to fall apart."
Hammond waved him off. "Whatever he needs. Tell Benning to charge it to the employee accounts."
It was about two hours later Harry was in the back of a Jeep. For once in his life, he was in a nice, fitted pair of khaki shorts, a shirt with the Jurassic Park logo and brand-new hiking boots. There was a large bulge in his pants where he had managed to get his father's invisibility cloak into. He had been successful in doing an extension charm a few times now and would have to do that to his new clothes later.
There were boxes at his feet and a man in the front of him. Muldoon was driving the jeep. The jeep behind them had three people too. They sped down the dirt road, making Harry smile to see the trees go by. They passed a few tall fences with thick wires and a cement base to them. A large moat was just inside the fences. A few moments later, the trees cleared at another fence. Harry's smile widened to see the road went along a ridge that looked down into a valley. Harry saw all the ones he had already and even heard the haunted sound as a Parasaurolophus called out, then two others answered.
"I will always love that sound," the man said from before him.
"It is wicked," Harry agreed.
Dr Timmons was a man in his later years with hints of white in his brown hair and sharp grey eyes. Harry had liked him as he was drafted to help load the gear. "We will only have about three hours before we need to get back to the compound. Rules are no one is out after dark until all the fences are active," Muldoon yelled at them.
"That should be enough," Dr Timmons shouted back.
About five minutes later they pulled over on a wider section of the road. "This is our stop," Muldoon said.
Harry jumped out of the jeep. There was more of the fence with a gate on either side of a caged tunnel. The cage was large enough to hold a jeep, or a dinosaur. Next to it was a smaller door. Before the gates was a cement pad with rails sunk into it. Muldoon came up to Harry, slinging a rifle over his shoulder.
"Are we expecting trouble?" Harry queried.
Muldoon didn't saw a word, instead, opened one of the boxes in the back. He took out a small dart gun. "Strap this on and use it if you need. None of these men know about who you really are. They think you are one of Hammond's grandkids."
Harry took the gun as the three veterinarians met between the jeeps before coming to grab the cases. The other driver was one of the guards and took out a riffle like Muldoon. "Alright, gents. Take a dart gun. Four darts per cartridge."
Muldoon gave Harry two extra cartridges and made sure he could change them out before going to the door next to the gate. "It will take about three of those darts to bring down a triceratops. All the pens have at least one entry and loading point. This is the west gate on the triceratops. We need to keep them separated after we tried putting them in with the other large herbivores. We can only keep them with stegosaurus and some of the larger ones like brachiosaurus. Turns out triceratops and stegosaurs can be a little territorial."
"They won't come after us, will they?" Harry asked.
"Shouldn't. Not unless we get too close to the herd."
Harry nodded. "What are we doing today?"
"There is a report of a sick triceratops. Happens every six to eight weeks. The herd stays away from them until they get better. We are trying to figure out why," Dr Timmons said. "Harry, this is Dr Harding and Dr Kerns."
Harry greeted the other two.
When they entered the paddock, it was mostly bare of trees, with high grasses and must have been a mile or more to the rise on the other side of the paddock. A copse of trees could be seen to the north of the paddock. "This way," Muldoon said. Everyone was very serious and didn't question the man when he told them what to do. It was a short walk to find a triceratops that was moving drunkenly. Muldoon held up his hand to stop them. Pulling up his rifle, Harry watched in fascination as the man took aim. When it went off, it made a much softer sound than any gun should.
Muldoon looked to them. "Should be down in a few minutes. The damned things resist the tranquillizers."
"Thanks, Muldoon. We'll move in once she drops," Dr Timmons said.
"Fine. You have a little over two hours," Muldoon replied.
When the triceratops finally laid down on its legs, then fell over, the veterinarians and the other guard went towards it. "Can I go?"
"Give it a few. Let them make sure it's out. I see the herd just over there. Two of them are watching us," Muldoon said. The man was acting cool, but Harry could sense the man's alertness. He hadn't lowered his gun, keeping it in a position that it could quickly be pulled up. Harry had never used a gun before but unlatched the leather strap holding the dart gun in the holster. He hadn't even seen the herd come over a small ridge to look at the men congregating round the knocked-out triceratops.
When the others didn't move, Muldoon finally nodded his head, "Go ahead if you want to help them or just touch it."
Harry smiled but kept a wary eye on the others. Muldoon moved a little closer, putting half his body behind a large rock and not looking away from the other six on the ridge. As Harry approached, he could hear the large creature breathing as the men worked. He saw them looking at its mouth, taking a few blood samples and whatever else a veterinarian would do.
"Can I touch it?"
Dr Timmons looked up, a knowing smile on his face. "Go ahead, kid."
Harry tentatively reached out, putting a hand on the large horn that he was closest too. Harry marvelled that it felt like the Horntail spike that Hagrid had salvaged from the Triwizard Tournament. He moved his hand down to its frill. The skin was rough and pebbly, but supple at the same time. After a moment, he put his head onto the creature's side, his ear to the skin. He could hear the breath going in and out of the dinosaur. Harry could also hear the rhythmic beat and swoosh of the creature's heart. It was amazing.
Where he had grown to hate dragons after having two near death experiences with them. Being able to touch and hear the triceratops, Harry thought he found his first real hints of what love was.
He wasn't sure how long he listened, but he was broken from his trance when Dr Timmons knocked his shoulder. "We have all we need and have done what we can. Dr Harding is going to give the antidote. Let's go join Muldoon and make sure she wakes properly before we head back to the compound."
Harry was beaming. "Sure."
They went a good hundred yards away before a short man injected something. He moved quickly away but didn't run. By the time the man joined them, the triceratops was starting to move again. Harry was just in awe to see it. They moved further off as it stood and shook its head. After a few minutes, it was walking straighter than before. Harry was entranced to see it go closer to the herd.
"Time to go," Muldoon said.
"Can I come see them again tomorrow?" Harry asked excitedly.
Dr Timmons and the other veterinarians all chuckled. "I think we just made another lifelong enthusiast."
"That was wicked," Harry said. He would take doing that any day to facing off against Death Eaters or Voldemort.