Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Infertility (WIP)

Harry Potter's Big Mistake

Chapter 2

Harry awoke the next day, groggy from sleep. Scrambling, he shoved his glasses on his face and glanced his ornate Snitch clock.

11:34!

He was late, very late, for his job at the ministry. He should've known it was a bad idea to drink so much tea, the caffeine had kept him up all night.

Harry put on his Auror robes faster than lightning, his hair and overall appearance messy and disheveled, and Flooed to the Ministry, breakfast and personal hygiene forgotten.

He considered using his invisibility cloak to sneak in unnoticed

He could hear chuckles as he walked in, the loudest from his best friend, Ronald Weasley

"Nice nap, Harry?" He asked with a blatant, mocking smirk on his face.

Harry's cheeks burned up like firecrackers on a holiday.

"It was the tea you gave me, Ron! You said it was all natural, but noooo, it had caffeine, and by the time I found out, it was too late," Harry protested.

Ron's eyebrow shot up. "Harry, you're a bloody awful liar. I never even gave you tea."

Harry groaned. Blast! His cover had been blown!

Ron's dirt-eating grin grew wider. "Hermione's going to give you the dirty work for our mission today. Have fun!" And with that, Ron sauntered off to join a mass of maroon robes up ahead, crowded around Hermione Granger, the Minister of Magic.

Harry followed promptly, not wanting to fall behind again. Hermione was giving out orders for their mission...

"...We've got a dangerous wizard on our hands. He's in illegal possession of dragon eggs, and considering the amount of power he needed to attain these with the strict surveillance they are under, I say we use the element of surprise. You three, defense. Ron and the others, offense. And Harry, you will be confiscating the eggs. Now, if you could all join hands and prepare to Apparate. Wands at the ready, guards up! 3, 2, 1!"

The mission went smoothly, the alleged dangerous wizard turned out to be an elderly muggle who had found the eggs in a scrapyard.

Hermione had glared at Harry, silently harshly judging his lack of punctuality afterward, she always liked punctuality, didn't she?

Waiting around for another mission, Harry made another cup of tea, what could he say, he loved tea.

He quickly downed it and once again noticed a distinct image in his cup. Or rather, words and an address to a doctor in London.

Harry was taken a back, and quickly scraped the contents into the trash. When he returned to his desk he found another cup with the address within

He cleaned that cup and returned to find yet another cup.

He continued this process over and over, until he levitated a cup and smashed it into the wall. The shards left the same address on the floor.

"FINE, I'LL GO TO THE H*CKING ADDRESS!"

   All of the Aurors were staring now, and Harry Apparated away out of embarrassment.

   Harry stumbled into a blindingly white room. Besides a blue painting of a flower on a wall, everything was dull. A scale in the corner, a few chairs across from it, a counter and some cabinets. On a tiny desk there sat a middle aged man, with a white button down coat and sharp glasses. He narrowed his eyes.

   "Mr. Potter, I've been expecting you," he said in a low voice. He had a condescending and suspicious look to him, despite his professional apparel.

   "I have something to tell you, but I'm not sure you'll like it"