Harry Potter and The G.I. Joe: The Philosophers Stone

Chapter 4

"Speech"

'Thinking'

"Parseltongue"

Writing/Reading

"YELLING"

Harry sat on the medical bench in the medical bay of the USS Flagg, being looked over by Doc. Harry had insisted that he was fine and that there was no need for him to be looked over by Doc, especially when there were other Joes that needed medical attention more than he did, but Duke and Scarlett were adamant about him being checked on. After hearing about him having two to three close calls with death, they weren't willing to take any chances. As Doc looked over the boy, Harry stared back at his adopted parents.

"I understand that you guys want to be on the safe side," He argued, his voice admittedly giving little resistance, as he was exhausted. "But this really is unnecessary. My magic managed to save and protect me the whole time, while I was fighting with Cobra."

Duke shook his head, while Scarlett was struggling to hold back her tears. Harry couldn't help but look down in shame, as he felt that he caused the sadness that his adopted mother was feeling. Duke and Scarlett saw the look of shame on their son's face, leading Scarlett to wrap her arms around him, while Duke placed his hand on Harry's head, ruffling his hair. These were a few of their ways to show Harry how much they cared about him, as they tried to put an end to the many beliefs that the Dursleys, or at least Vernon Dursley, had instilled into him. They were able to show Harry that he wasn't a waste of space, nor a burden, and with the help of their friends in G.I. Joe, they were especially able to able to show Harry that he was loved; though they still had a hard time trying to get Harry to realize that he wasn't a waste of space, nor a burden.

"We understand that your magic kept you safe Harry," Scarlet said, as she leaned away to look into her son's emerald green eyes, with her own jade green eyes. "But I want you to understand that we just want to be careful. Not only did you nearly get shot in the face with an entire magazine's worth of bullets from an HK G36 automatic rifle, but you were also stabbed with a sword, and fell out of a helicopter at 1,500 feet in the air! Duke and I are just being cautious."

"When the day comes that you are a parent yourself," Duke said, taking over from Scarlett's conversation. "You will understand why Scarlett and I are acting this way."

Harry nodded his head, as he did understand where his adopted mother was coming from. If their roles were somehow switched, he would probably do the same. Swallowing his pride, Harry waited for Doc to finish up examining him, though thankfully it wasn't long, as the Joe medic stepped away from the boy.

"Well, by all accounts he's all right and good to go," Doc said, as he wrapped his stethoscope around his neck. "Just to be on the safe side though, take it easy for the rest of the day, and try to get some rest. I know that your magic healed the wound you received from Cobra Commander's sword, but I imagine that you're probably still feeling a little bit of pain in that region, so I advise you to rest up as much as you can."

Harry nodded his head, as he did feel a little sharpness in his gut region. Hopping down from the bed, he joined his parents in walking out of the medical bay, walking in between Scarlett and Duke. No matter how old he was, Harry enjoyed being in the middle of his parents, as he felt he was safe there.

"You do realize that General Hawk is going to chew you out something fierce about this right?" Scarlett said with a reluctant smile for her adoptive son.

"Oh yeah..." Harry winced, as he realized just how much trouble he was going to be in with his pseudo grandfather, for disobeying orders.

Several days later, July 5th, 2011; Harry's room