"Now," The Doctor stated once the TARDIS was in flight. "I think that you are due for a checkup. Right, Harry?"

"Um," Harry's hearts were beating at a speed that he knew they shouldn't be. He tried to focus on calming them and they mercifully listened.

"I know that I told you all that you could have one trip before I dropped you off at your destinations," The Doctor started with his word babble that probably had a point hidden somewhere amongst the rambling. "But I know this great hospital, well– it's great now. It wasn't so great the last time I went. Almost got killed that time. Second day with this face too, but anyway. The hospital is great now. I figured that you'd be interested in seeing how far medicine's come in the future, Martha and Harry can get his check up while we're there. Sound good?"

"Sounds great to me," Martha agreed.

Sirius was indifferent so Harry had little choice but to agree.

Off the four travelers went. The TARDIS shook as they hurtled towards their desination.

Luckily Harry didn't pass out or receive any new memories that time but everyone still kept a close eye on him, especially the Doctor.

"Here we are!" The Doctor threw a switch on the consol and the TARDIS came to a shuttering halt.

"Martha, Harry, Sirius, welcome to New New York."

The Doctor ran around to the door and threw it open. Sunlight streamed into the TARDIS illuminating the alien craft in a warm, natural glow.

Harry gave Sirius a brief glance before heading outside. He stepped through the fresh hold into a gorgeous green field. Wispy clouds floated through the bright blue sky above him. Grey buildings cut through the horizon, outlined against the sky. The thing that stood out to Harry the most, though, was the utter quietness.

Harry's hearing had improved tremendously since the accident. He was able to clearly hear conversations most of the way across the great hall. But here, there was nothing other than the grass rustling in the slight breeze and the people behind him talking about the walk into the city.

"Couldn't you have landed closer?" Sirius was asking the Doctor as Harry tuned back in to what was happening around him.

"And miss these beautiful views?" The Doctor responded. "Nah! And anyway parking in town is ridiculous. I don't want to have the TARDIS towed today."

The Doctor stuck his hands in his coat pockets, tilted his head, plastered a bright smile that didn't quite reach his eyes on his face, and began walking towards town.

Harry took off after him at a brisk pace to catch up to the long legged time lord.

The Doctor was right about the view. It couldn't have been more picturesque. Even the temperature was perfect for a walk. Despite all of that, the quietness still sat heavy in the front of Harry's mind.

He ran ahead of Sirius and Martha. He caught up the the Doctor and matched his pace.

"Does it seem kind of… quiet to you?" Harry asked.

The Doctor slowed slightly, listening for a sound that Harry knew wasn't there.

"It does," The Doctor's voice sounded like he was questioning his own observation. He then brushed off his concern. "I'm sure it's nothing. The city's probably just installed a sound blocker of some type. Nothing to worry about!"

Harry didn't know if the Doctor was trying to convince him or if the Doctor was trying to convince himself.

They walked a little ways more in silence before the Doctor decided to make small talk.

"You're not nervous about the examination," he asked. "Are you?"

Harry debated lying and saying that no, of course he wasn't. Why would he be nervous about the examination? But he instead decided to be a little more truthful.

"A little bit," Harry said. "The only times that I've been to see someone that practices medicine are when I end up hurt in the medical wing at Hogwarts. And I'm usually stuck on bed rest for days when that happens."

"Do you get hurt a lot then?"

"More than I'd like to," Harry responded. "Me and my friends always seem to find trouble. We don't even go looking for it. Well, we usually don't."

"So Sirius has never taken you in for yearly check ups?" The Doctor asked, judgment towards Sirius' parenting skills slipping into his voice.

"Oh no," Harry tried to defend Sirius. "I've only lived with Sirius for about half a year. I lived with my aunt and uncle before that. They didn't like me much. They did take me to the eye doctor when my primary teachers noticed that I had trouble seeing the board."

Harry didn't mention that he had gotten a strict warning to not say anything about the cupboard or being punished by going without meals to anyone in the doctor's office. Some warnings lasted longer than others.

"Did the wizards magically fix your vision then?" Asked the Doctor.

Harry again debated how to answer another one of the Doctor's questions. He again decided on a partial truth.

"No," Harry said. "I don't think that there's a way for wizards to purposely fix vision. If there were then my headmaster wouldn't wear glasses."

Harry paused for a second, choosing his next words with care.

"I had an accident at the end of last year," he said. "My friend Hermione and I were flying on the back of a hipogriff and I fell off. I hit the ground hard enough to knock me out and when I woke up I could see fine without my glasses. It was probably just accidental magic making sure I didn't die from the fall and fixing my vision in the process."

Harry didn't think that the Doctor thought that that was all that happened but he also didn't know enough about magic to say otherwise.

The rest of the walk to town was spent in light conversation. The Doctor took it as his opportunity to quiz Harry and Sirius a bit more about magic. Martha also asked an occasional question.

After the seventeenth question about animagus transformations, Sirius was reaching the end of his patience.

"When I went into Minnie's office for my career advice," Sirius snapped. "I told her, Professor McGonagal, I won't be a professor. And you know what? This is why. People asking me questions about-"

The four people walked through the front gates of the city only to be greeted with-

"-Nothing," Sirius trailed off.

"Is it supposed to be this empty?" Martha asked.

The Doctor ran forward into an opening between the towering buildings. He spun in a circle, his head raised and mouth slightly agape.

"What?" He asked, his eyes squinting. "How?"

"I'm going to assume that's a no," Sirius helpfully supplied an answer to Martha's question.

There are times in everyone's lives when they're right. Sometimes being right is an amazing thing. It's something to be celebrated and shouted to all that would listen. Other times it's still an accomplishment, just one that someone should keep to themselves. That instance most commonly happens among individuals that are married or in relationships. There is a middle ground where being right is treated with indifference. Then, there is the final stage of being right. The stage of being right where you wish you were wrong. The stage where your worst suspicions are confirmed and you wish you could just go back to ignorance.

The quietness wasn't nothing. Harry was right, and I'm sure you can tell what stage of right he was.

"This is bad," The Doctor lightly jogged back to his three companions, his coat flapping behind him. "This should be a bustling city, especially this part, and there's just no one!"

"So, are we going to leave?" Martha asked.

A selfish part of Harry hoped that they'd just look the other way, ignore everything strange going on, and just leave. That way he wouldn't have to find out the truth of what was wrong with him. He imidiatly mentally berated himself. People could be in serious trouble and there he stood thinking about abandoning them to their own devices because he was scared. Some Gryffindor he was.

"I've got to figure out what's wrong," The Doctor said. "You three can go back to the TARDIS and wait for me. I'm not sure what's here and I don't you all to get hurt."

"Go back?" Martha asked. "No way! We're on an alien planet. I'm not just going to go and wait somewhere now."

"I agree," Sirius said. "Plus, you might need backup."

"It could be dangerous," The Doctor made sure Sirius was looking at him as he gave a glance at Harry.

Harry screwed up his courage and said something he hoped he wouldn't later regret.

"I'll be fine. Let's go."

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I actually wrote this chapter on vacation. I'm actually publishing this chapter from the top of a mountain in St. Martin. It's gorgeous here!

Anyway, robotics season is over. My team did well at state but didn't qualify for worlds. I'm in the middle of doing two plays and I've still got school. I'm trying to write ahead though.

We're getting close to what you're all waiting for! I think chapters will be shorter for a little while but will come out more frequently. I'd say within the next three to five chapters you'll get the what you're waiting for.

Sorry to anyone worried that I had abandoned this, I havn't. I also havn't abandoned my other story for anyone that reads it, but the other story is on hiatus for a little while.

I use fanfiction as a way to experiment with my writing style so if you see something you like, let me know. If you see something you don't like, let me know (respectfully).

Thank you all for reading and putting up with me!

-Aniala (catz4444)