A/N: The characters do not belong to me, they belong either to JK Rowling or FOX.
Also, English is my second language and it's kinda difficult for me to avoid every grammatical mistake. Point mistakes out, if you wish to do so, just don't be mean about it. Ok? Ok. Let's get started.
The man walked unsteadily into Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. He had blue eyes and flaming red hair. He was pretty tall and thin, but he didn't seem to be naturally thin. Instead, he looked nearly starved. To add to this, there was a hole where his right ear should be, and bruises all over him. He was half-covered in blood and limping, favoring his right foot as he walked. All that blood on him, however, looked rather fresh, less than a day old. A nurse, concerned with his state, approached him.
"Sir, is everything alright?" she asked.
"Don't worry; everything is-". This was all he managed to say. Then, his body gave up, and he collapsed.
"Ninety-seven years old, female, sudden heart attack. No history of heart disease whatsoever. No blocked arteries, aneurism or anything like that", said Dr. Chase.
"The woman's ready to die. It's not that unusual for her age", commented Dr. House. He threw a file on the table. "Twenty years old, male, walked into the hospital and collapsed. He's been unconscious since then", he announced. Cameron opened the file and read it.
"The boy was beaten up, with several broken bones and a considerable amount of his blood was outside his body. Maybe with a blood transfusion-"
"This would be suitable if his blood was of any kind", House cut her off.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Foreman demanded.
"That is supposed to mean that Cameron isn't the only brilliant doctor in this hospital to have thought of a blood transfusion. The E.R. tried to test his blood but it's nowhere near normal blood types. His blood type simply doesn't exist". The statement left the other three doctors gaping.
"I think we should go and take a look at the patient" muttered Cameron and got up. The others, -including House, for an unknown reason- followed her suit.
They entered the young man's room, only to see him awake. He was looking at them calmly, his blue eyes empty. House had never seen such empty eyes. It was like someone had stripped them from every feeling –or worse, forced the feeling out of them. House instantly knew that this boy, despite his young age, had seen and suffered horrible things.
"Hi", said Cameron, startled. "I'm Dr. Cameron. Beside me are Drs. Chase, " She pointed at Chase "Foreman" She pointed at Foreman, "and House" She pointed at House. "You are in a hospital".
"I think I ought to know this", replied the redhead with an English accent, "with all these equipment here". At least, his brain functioned.
"Can you tell us your name?" asked Foreman.
"George Weasley". Weasley? The name echoed in House's head. Can he be…? No, it's not possible.
"Do you know what happened?". That was Chase. He seemed interested in this boy's sudden wake-up.
"I suppose I passed out. It's not uncommon. And I didn't come here for this. I'm here because I feel like I've lost half my blood", George answered.
"You did", Cameron sighed. "We could do a blood transfusion-"
"But I haven't got normal blood". Cameron nodded. "I'd love to explain to all of you why my blood is like this, but I'd rather explain it to Dr. House"
"But why?" asked Chase curiously.
"I have my reasons". George smiled. House's mind was working rapidly. The abnormal blood, the name, the mysterious request. Now it made sense. This boy was a wizard.
The blinds were closed and, apart from the patient, only House was in the room.
"Why you didn't want the team to be here?", he asked. He knew, but he wanted confirmation.
"Because, if they hear my explanation, they will think that I'm delusional"
"And what makes you think that I won't?", House demanded.
"You've already figured out what I am. But you're not the only one who can recognize a wizard when you see one". House's jaw dropped open.
"How…?"
"Oh, c'mon. Your cane screams 'hidden wand' and I happen to be one of the few people who know that the story of the three Black brothers. Regulus, the youngest, who had to act as the heir of the Black House after his older brother, Sirius rebelled and got himself disowned. But Sirius was neither the original heir, nor the first disowned son of the family. The older Black brother, Aries Black, was eleven when he was sorted into Ravenclaw and fifteen when he ran away from home, leaving his brother, Sirius, to become the heir at age five. Also, Walburga Black, his mother, cursed her oldest son, leaving him a limping cripple and not only she burnt his face from the family tapestry, she made it look as if he never existed. After that, Aries, who was a Metamorphomagus, changed his appearance and name and left for America. He got in med school and became a successful doctor". George finished and looked House in the eye. The older man's eyes had widened significantly.
"Who told you all that?", he asked.
"Sirius. You kept contact with him"
"Yeah. I used to send him letters, but he stopped responding about fifteen years ago. With the war going on at Britain, I assumed he died, and went on with my life. Regulus had died two years before him, so I already knew how to live with one less sibling", said House, looking out of the window. Then his gaze fell on George. "What about you? How did you end up here from England, nearly starved and beaten to death?". The boy shrugged.
"Death Eaters"
"They captured you?"
"Yeah, I was going to work, when they attacked Diagon Alley, killing some wizards and capturing many, including me. I managed to escape, find a wand and apparate the hell away from them". House was startled. He stood up and went to the door, not knowing how to reply. Before he stepped out, George spoke again:
"Can you do me a favor?"
"What?"
"Can you contact my parents, Arthur and Molly Weasley? Tell them that I'm alive?" House smiled.
"OK, kid. It'll be fun to see your father again. We were friends at Hogwarts". He then turned around and left the room, without giving George a chance to reply.
"House-" started Cuddy.
"Nope. I'm out", he cut her off and walked out of the hospital. He went straight home, grinning all the time. When he finally arrived, he carefully detached the handle of his cane, revealing the opening of a tube. He turned it upside down and the wand fell from inside. Yew and unicorn hair, 13 inches, very flexible. House picked it up and felt a familiar warmth as his fingers gripped the wood. He was living as a Muggle, but he still used magic. Still grinning, he apparated to the Burrow
A/N: This was the first chapter… If you want another let me know, if not… well, say it! I love feedback! Don't forget to r&r! see ya!