And there Harry sat, in a small square room with a round table and a desk with a computer on it. There were four chairs around the table and one in front of the computer. Harry was seated in the farthest corner, next to a window. Then someone placed a box in front of him. He looked up at Emma.

"I need you to eat something," she said, and sat down next to him, "someone's going to come in soon and ask you some questions. I'll just say it'll be much easier if you just cooperate; answer all their questions."

Harry sighed and opened the little box as Emma went to answer a knock on the door.

"On second thought," she said, snatching the sandwich away from Harry, which earned her a yelp, "they need you checked first, I guess, and you shouldn't eat anything-" she said as he made a lunge for the sandwich again, "- until they're done!"

She just led Harry out of the room and to the door on the left.

"What's wrong, Harry?" asked as a doctor entered the room.

"Oh no you don't!" shrieked Harry, as Emma tried to make a move toward the door, "out of all the people I've met in my life, you're the only person who's given off such a good impression and is as easy to trust as you are. Don't think of doing that again."

The two stood, shocked. "Well, that's good, I guess," said the Doctor; "we need you to trust as many people as possible. Now, I repeat, what's wrong?"

He had to hold back the urge to scream at them. "You can all tell I'm malnourished, yet you don't let me eat anything! I've admitted it, is that what you want? I know that they don't give me food, just let me eat something!"

"May I go get your box?" asked Emma.

Harry folded his arms in an uncharacteristic form of himself, and said snotily but with great worry at the same time, "will you be back?"

"Yes, Harry," she said a disappeared around the corner and was back within five second. He snatched the box and muttered a very quiet and embarrassed thank you to Emma.

"Don't just watch me eat," he said after some time, "ask me questions. I can do more than two things at once, you know."

"Alright," said the Doctor at once and took a clipboard off of the desk next to her. Harry took a quick glance around the room and noted that it was a doctors office.

"What? Why am I in here?" he asked, shocked.

"Well, we need to give you a physical and check over your body to make sure you still function in the normal Muggle way." Harry almost let that slip past him. Almost.

"Hold up!" he practically shouted and started to move across the room from the doctor, "second to last word you said, and pray to god that you actually know what that word means!"

"Normal?" asked Emma.

"Oh, god! Stop playing dumb with me. Who the hell are you and what do you want with me?"

"Well," said the Doctor, "I'm Doctor Gloria Stonewell, and have been informed of the magical world as if someone in your case would show up here. We've had quite a few of your kind in here, believe it or not."

"Did you say magical?" asked Emma, confused.

"This,"said Doctor Stonewell, "is why Emma was asked to leave the room. You wouldn't happen to be seventeen, would you?"

"Do I look it?" Harry asked, irritated. "And if you want me to cooperate, she stays. And knows. And- Hold the hell up. Show me your left arm," he directed at the doctor.

She sighed a content sigh. "I was wondering how long it would take you to realize that you could have been captured by the bad," she said, rolling up her sleeve, "but alas," and Harry saw no dark mark, "I am good and shall not be handing you over to your feared dark wizard. But you have not asked about Emma."

"I told you, I just have a good feeling about her," he mumbled, "but I guess your right. Roll up your sleeve, too, Emma, and then we can explain more to you-"

"-at a later time, indeed," interjected Doctor Stonewall, "but please, do as he wishes, for it shall only up where you sit at the table of trust with him."

By now, Emma was completely lost, but rolled her sleeve up anyways. Harry seemed pleased, along with his new Doctor and she continued on with his physical and shortly after someone came by and took him back to the other room for questioning and mention his name was Norm Tonks; yes, in relation to Tonks and no, he could not tell Tonks he was here, and yes he was a wizard and, I quote, "would be the day I burn in hell if I'd become a supporter of You-Know-Who," and showed Harry his arm.

Harry hissed Voldemort, and Emma sat, shocked out of her mind and not paying attention until Jonathan shoved a cup of steaming hot coffee into her hands.

AN: Any ideas as what to call the story? Thanks for your input!