Chapter Two "Hospital Woes"

Something wasn't right here.

His chest smarted with difficulty, his lungs shallow and having just as much difficulty breathing. The cold air rattled him as he shook and shivered, twisting his body to cover him with warmth to no avail. He whimpered, wondering why this miniscule annoyance was bothering him more than a Crucio would.

"Is he going to be alright doctor?" a disembodied voice reached his ears, though he had to strain to catch the words. The voice was unfamiliar to him and that worried him, years worth of a war kicking into gear on his paranoia.

Doctor? That instantly had Harry's attention that he wasn't in the Wizarding world. Wizards and witches often referred to doctors as healers, and he definitely wouldn't be feeling this sort of itchy, blocking feeling in his throat if he was with a healer. They often had the right spell or potion for that.

He shifted and gasped aloud as he felt a searing pain hit him in the hip. Good Merlin that hurt! He felt warm arms gently place themselves upon his arm and he tried to squirm away, groaning before his eyes unclosed themselves desperately to see who was touching him. As he did, the pain began to lessen, adrenaline becoming its medicine.

"He's starting to awaken finally," a relived vote noted as they neared him and the two figures above him began to sharpen to Harry's surprise, realizing he didn't have glasses on his face. Seeing the two in front of him didn't reassure the Auror-in-training though. He could tell they were muggles based off the guns hanging precariously from their waists, ID badges loosely held in their jean pockets and eyes that clearly didn't hold recognition for him. Not to be arrogant, but he was famous enough to know that every single magical being knew who he was.

"Wow!" whistled the middle-aged man on the left, "Look at this kid's eyes. Never thought a pair of eyes could get that green." Was that a sort of compliment to him? Harry made to say an awkward thank you to him, but he heard garbled babbles emit from his mouth instead. What the hell?

"Hmm," agreed the man on the right, light skinned and looking similar to Minerva McGonagall with his 'do-not-cross-me' lines in his face. "I'd put him at about nine months old judging by what the doctor was able to tell us." Wait. Nine months old? Surely, they were talking about something else! Harry demanded them to tell him what they were doing here, but all he could hear was garbles again. This was so frustrating! Was there some kind of curse on him? Had those men on the grounds done this? Oh, there would be hell to pay for playing this sort of trickery on him!

"So what do we do with the little boy, Gibbs?" What kind of name was Gibbs? Must be a last name. What little boy? Was there a baby they were in charge of somewhere? Harry tried to twist his head around but began to cringe at the pain, whimpering subconsciously.

"Since he was found at the crime scene, we'll just have to keep him in our custody until we can solve this case. Abby said he wasn't related to the victim, so he might not even be connected to the case, but we'll just have to make sure." The Gibbs man said as he snaked an arm around Harry and began to lift him up. Harry instantly tried to free himself, wondering how in Merlin's plants this muggle man was able to lift him up.

That's when emerald green eyes connected with the reflection bounced from a mirror. His eyes widened comically as he saw himself – or rather some freak of nature curse.

Baby fat cheeks enhanced the wide innocent green eyes that peered out of the face before him. Soft raven hair was tousled with small curls about his head, his facial features softened and youthful. Little cherub hands reached for the mirror as the Gibbs man moved back from the bed he was residing in. Turning his head slightly –ignoring the ache now in favor of adrenaline – he noticed it was a crib he had been in.

This defied even magic. He was a flipping baby! Not to mention he was in the presence of muggles – but he was a baby! Holy Godric Gryffindor, this had to be some sort of nightmare! Harry was horrified and angry at those unknown men who'd cursed him and now left him helpless in the hands of muggles. Instead of screaming like he preferred, he gazed up at the two men looking down upon him.

"Right, so he staying with you boss?" Hmm, seemed like this Gibbs man was that other bloke's boss? No wonder Gibbs looked stern and intimidating (though not as bad as "Mad-eye" Moody). Harry squirmed in his arms, only really succeeding in Gibbs holding onto him more firmly. Obviously, this person knew a thing or two about squirming babies (not that really was a baby!). He saw Gibbs nod before the doctor stepped closer to them and stole Harry from the surprisingly warm arms. Now that the adrenaline was fading, he began to feel that horrible feeling in his chest and throat.

"He can be discharged as soon as I get the proper medicine dosage for you to give him to combat this cold he has. Other than that, he'll just be a tad moody from the sore throat and chest pains. It's a good thing you found him when you did, else he'd end up in a worse condition," the doctor explained as he put some weird thing that Harry couldn't remember to his chest and was no doubt studying his tiny heartbeat. All seemed dandy as Harry found himself back in this prison cell they called a crib, and the two men sat beside him discussing the many supplies they'd need to gather for Harry's stay. Hopefully, Harry's friends and the other Aurors found him whereabouts before –he cringed—he had to experience half the uses of those supplies they were talking about. Until then, he'd have to play baby.

The door swinging open disrupted their conversation and someone bounded into the room squealing and demanding. Harry turned his head slightly and his mouth dropped open in shock. This person was certain eccentric! Her black hair held captive in strong ponytails bounced effortlessly in collaboration with the spike necklace and black top with skulls. The red skirt she had was definitely short enough to make her as distracting as a veela and the knee high looking boots were definitely a force to be reckoned with. Harry gulped as she bounced over to his prison and soon her face was within inches of his.

"He's so adorable! Look at those eyes," squealed the girl, "He's probably going to be a right looker when he's older too, definitely my number one cutie now"

"I thought I was your number one Abbs," pouted the unnamed man. So, this was that Abby person? Harry squirmed away from her only for her to reach a hand in to the crib and move a finger over his stomach. A feeling passed over him and Harry couldn't stop the giggle that came from his lips. It was a good thing no one he knew was here right now. Thankfully, the giggling subsided when she stopped tickling him.

"Of course you're my number one Tony, just not my number one cutie," she placated as she turned to Gibbs and away from Harry.

Feeling a wave of fatigue pass over him as he watched her chatter, Harry yawned and scrunched up his fists as the world began to fade and dreams overcame him. Hopefully this was just a dream itself.

So Harry meets three of the agents. There will be a bit of a time skip (only a few days) in the next chapter. Hope you liked this and please review?