Hey Y'all! As you know this is Celtic-Dragon-89 & Gregslabrat for those of you who don't know us, we are two people who are just addicted to coffee (Celtic-Dragon-89) Oh be quite! And just get on with the writing! (GregsLabrat) Oh my … look who didn't get their coffee drink today … (Celtic-Dragon-89) *sweat drop* Shut up … (GregsLabrat) Anyway, the Harry Potter part is written by me (Celtic-Dragon-89) and the House Part is written by me (GregsLabrat) Please read and enjoy! *Celtic-Dragon-89 goes off giggling and starts making a drink for GregsLabrat, as she is clearly going through caffeine withdrawals*
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Four Weeks Earlier
Molly Weasley was in her homey kitchen making the customary dinner when the backdoor was flung open and her only daughter was in the door jumping up and down giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush. Molly raised an eyebrow, looking at her daughter while stirring the stew, and waited for her daughter to tell her what she was dying to say. Her daughter looked around the kitchen still giggling, spotted her mother and shouted at the top of her lungs "I GOT THE JOB!!!!!!"
Now it was Molly's turn to jump around the room with her youngest child. Arthur came down to see what all the noise was about and heard what his daughter had shouted. He peeked around the corner to see his wife and daughter making fools of themselves. He shook his head and headed back upstairs to finish his pile of reports. When they ran out of breathe and had knocked over most of the furniture in the kitchen Molly went back to the stew and asked her daughter "What do you want?"
Ginny's reply … "Huh? … Oh! Mum … I can buy my own surprise … you and dad have enough to worry about. You put me through 5 years of healer studies! You don't need to do anymore then that!" Molly looked skeptical but was planning on giving her daughter a gift that was befitting. Unbeknownst to them an owl was winging its way to them with important documents in its claws.
In a Hospital 3,000 miles away one Lisa Cuddy was hiring a Dr by the name of Gregory House, both new to their positions. After he was hired Gregory House went to his newly acquired apartment and looked around. He had his piano, his bed, and his owl. House looked sadly at his owl that had been his familiar for over 10 years, going up to him he said in a low loving voice; one that he vowed he would never use again, he said "Caduceus … you need to go to Ginger, she will need your guidance just as much as I needed yours. I also need you to take a case to her … I need her medical advice … I need to also keep in contact with her while I'm in exile. I know she is the only one that will contact me."
House grabbed a folder, rolled it up and sealed it both ways he knew how to do. Then while Caduceus was watching House transfigured a pencil into an armguard that was to be a hiding place for his wand, then before turning it invisible he patted Caduceus on his head, opened the window and walked into his room, leaving Caduceus to leave at his own pace. Caduceus looked at his master with eyes full of sorrow before taking the papers protected with both muggle and magical seals and set off on one of several long trips hoping that his new owner would take care of him just as well as his last master had.
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With the events from the past week, House barely had any time to sit back and relax. Now that Dr. Eric Foreman was in charge, he didn't have to worry about his normal duties…whatever those were. Whatever House did, it would be pinned on Foreman. Speaking of which, where was Foreman? Grabbing his cane, House rose from his seat and limped through to his outer office where the ethical Dr. Allison Cameron and the fresh-from-suspension Dr. Robert Chase were sitting, doing his paperwork. As soon as House walked in, he asked, "Have you seen Foreman?"
"He's in a meeting with Cuddy," replied Cameron without looking up.
"All day?"
"Well, the subject of the matter is you," replied Chase, laying down his pen and looking up at his boss.
Just then, Dr. James Wilson came through the door with a case file in hand. "Got a case."
"Well, since it's from you, I'm guessing it's one of your cancer patients."
"Cuddy wanted me to deliver it to you. Sudden heart attack…"
"Not interested."
"Wait, I'm not finished. Sudden heart attack with brain damage…in a 8 year old."
Suddenly, a shimmer glistened in House's eyes as he looked at Wilson. Smiling, Wilson held it out for House to take. Looking over the file in his hands, he smirked, "Today just got interesting. What do you say we go rescue Foreman from the layer of the beast?"
Before Cameron or Chase could answer, House limped towards the elevator. Wilson, Cameron and Chase exchanged glances and quickly ran after him. Whenever House went to Cuddy's office, it never ended well. As they rode the elevator down, Cameron stated, "You can't just walk into Cuddy's office in the middle of a meeting!"
"Watch me!"
"Why do we need Foreman anyway? You have Cameron and me," replied Chase.
"Are either of you neurologists?" Chase and Cameron both shook their heads. "I didn't think so, and seeing as how this patient…uh…Daniel Smoke…funny name…has BRAIN DAMAGE, I think we need a neurologist."
The doors opened and House began limping towards the clinic where Dr. Lisa Cuddy's office was held. Wilson, Cameron and Chase chased after him, trying to stop him, but he quickly walked through the two lass doors where Cuddy and Foreman sat discussing him. "In a meeting," shouted Cuddy.
"I need Foreman."
"Can't it wait until AFTER the meeting?"
"Oh come on, you've had Foreman all day! It's my turn!" replied House in a childish tone.
Cameron, Chase and Wilson stood off to the side, rolling their eyes. "I'm sure whatever you need Foreman for can wait until after the meeting. Now, either go back to your office and finish your paperwork and you can work in the clinic. It's your choice."
"You're worse than Mira," muttered House.
"Worse than who?" asked Cuddy.
Suddenly realized what he said, he quickly lied, "I said you're worse than my new hooker. At least when she tells me what to do, she throws off her shirt. Now it's your turn."
"GET OUT HOUSE!"
Quickly, House left the office with his two lackeys and Wilson following close behind. As soon as they were gone, Cuddy turned back to Foreman and said, "Go see what he wants. We'll pick this up later."
Foreman smirked and quickly followed House out of Cuddy's office and caught up with him in the elevator. "You owe me ten buck, Chase," smiled House to Chase.
Chase rolled his eyes as the doors closed and sent them back to the second floor. All the while, House couldn't help but wonder how Ginger would do without him.
TBC…
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