1st of November 1985

Harry let out a groan as he woke up on Friday morning, multiple voices were pouring over each other from the radio in his room, he gave a bleary eyed look to the digital clock on his bedside table which proudly declared the time as 6:30 in the morning to his blurry vision, ignoring the small flickers of movement around the clock, he buried his head in the pillow. It was getting colder, and he wanted to sleep some more in his nice, warm, and comfy bed.

It took several seconds for Harry to realise something his sleepy mind had dismissed as insignificant, the clock was working, the clock Dudley had thrown out his bedroom window a month ago when he couldn't turn the alarm quickly enough, smashing the casing open and ruining the cord. Slowly raising his head, he turned to look at the now completely functional digital clock; he immediately saw several changes the clock had undergone overnight, the casing had been completely replaced the once bright white plastic was now a dull grey colour that slightly reflected the light, the flexible corded antenna had been replaced by a small tower that looked like it had been made from a coat hanger, and what looked a small storage tank with a pipe running into the casing, but the largest change in his eyes were the funnels sticking out of the top of it, which had thin pale streams of smoke and steam gently billowing out, as small fans fitted to the top of the funnels blew the streams away from the funnels.

Harry slowly got out of bed so he could take a closer look at the clock and desk; now that he was closer he could see that the back of the casing had been extended, what looked like miniature double doors dotted the outside, several of Dudley's old broken toys had been dismantled, and a pile of severed coat hanger pieces sat next to it.

As Harry lent ever closer to the clock, he heard a small noise behind him, not knowing what to expect Harry slowly spun around bringing his bed into his vision. The bed was as he was expecting it, what he didn't expect was the dozens of doll sized figures neatly lined up, and facing him. With a small shout that he couldn't make out from one of the figures slightly in front of the main group, the figures in a stunning display of coordination brought their feet together, straightened their backs, and brought their right hands up in what he vaguely recognised from the books he'd been given as a salute. "Too much" Harry thought as his legs gave out on him because of the continued shocks, and his head clipped the edge of the desk.

As the darkness encroached on his vision he saw the figures rushing towards him, and faintly heard yells of 'Admiral", and 'Teitoku'

As Harry regained conscious he felt quiet confused, he was sure he had dreamed of the broken clock having been fixed if in a rather strange way, and a group of dolls had stood on his bed in some kind of formation then saluted him. "But that's impossible" he thought to himself feeling his pillow beneath his head before a stabbing pain made itself known to him. He moved his left hand up to the back of his head in reaction to the pain, and in another surprise for the day felt a sharp rap across the back of his hand. He opened his eyes slightly, and what he saw caused him to wrench them wide open. Standing beside was one of the figures, she, for it was most definitely female, was wearing a white collared shirt with short sleeves, and a row of buttons down the middle, a matching skirt reaching mid-thigh, and a white folded cap with a big red cross on the front, the books he had read had stated this was a symbol for doctors, and nurses, so she was likely trying to take care of him. As he was taking in this sight he noticed her mouth was moving, and Harry realised he hadn't listened to a thing she had said.

'I'm sorry I didn't hear what you were saying, could you please repeat it?' he asked with a sheepish grin, 'Also who, or what are you?'

The look she gave him in return reminded him slightly of his aunt Petunia, 'Fine Admiral, I' am the Chief Medical Fairy assigned to HMS Price of Wale.' she paused for a moment to let this sink in, 'as I was saying earlier you have fallen, and hit your head which has been bandaged, the hit to your head also temporarily caused you to fall out of consciousness for a short while, we' she said as she gestured around her bringing a small group of figures in similar dress to his attention, two of which were sitting on a roll of bandages like it seat, and winked at him while moving their fingers up to their lips in the universal sign for silence 'moved you into a more comfortable position, and placed your head on that pillow, we then inspected the wound, before we cleaned, and bandaged it. Now tell me, how is your vision?' she said with a slight glare as if daring him to lie to her.

'Fine' he whispered.

'Any dizziness?' she said sharply.

"No' he replied.

Looking slightly happier 'how about pain, can you feel any?' she asked.

'Yes' he replied lightly.

'Let me guess it's your head, and it's a dull throbbing pain' she said.

'Yes' he replied with a frown.

Gesturing behind her, another two of the figures, which he guessed he should call fairies, approached carrying what looked like a small tube of toothpaste. The two of them under the watchful eye of the Chief Medical Fairy lifted up his pyjama top, and removed the plastic cap from the tube revealing a thin needle, which they promptly inserted into his stomach at a shallow angle before he could respond, and then squeezed the tube, which deflated. Just as quickly they removed the needle, and patted down the area they had inserted it with a small cloth. His pyjama top was rolled down, and then Chief as he had dubbed her pinned the tube to his pyjama top on the collar.

Looking pleased with herself, Chief looked at Harry, and with a smile said 'there we go Admiral that should help with the pain'.

Before he could reply, a wave of drowsiness washed over Harry, and the pain disappeared, as he felt his eyes become heavy, and started to close, he heard Chiefs voice as if from a great distance 'Don't worry Admiral we'll take care of you', and then he entered oblivion for the second time that day.

AN: Been a long time since I've updated, had a severe case of writers block. So I extend my thanks to everyone who's reviewed, favourite, watched, and read.

The device used to inject Harry is called a Syrette, and yes the fairies injected Harry with morphine.