Hi guys, THANK YOU for the reviews and sorry about the wait. I just want to clear some things up.

To people worried that House isn't badass enough. Wait till we get to Hogwarts .

I have the story pretty well planned out in my head now. Yes, House will meet all our favourite characters from HP and have all sorts of crazy House fun. But having him meet everyone straight away just wouldn't work.

Once again thanks for reviews guys it just makes me want to write faster. Oh and seriously keep reviewing if you have the time it really does make my day.

Greg fell to the ground with a solid thud. He looked around himself wildly trying to figure out what had just occurred. He looked up and saw that he appeared to be in an ugly looking alleyway.

"Well let's not waste any time. I'd like to have you home well before five o' clock so I can enjoy some of my day."

Greg's' head quickly looked up at Snape who was casually standing by a trash can, not noticing his near panic attack.

"What the hell happened? Where did my house go?" Greg shouted

"Calm down Greg, we just used a form of wizard transportation. We are in London right now and we need to make a start on getting your school supplies for Hogwarts," Snape said this rather quickly, not looking at Greg once. He was more focused on walking out of the alleyway.

Greg started to stand up, wincing as his bones clicked together.

"How did we disappear like that?" asked Greg catching up to Snape's stride.

"We used an international portkey, it's a quick way for wizards to travel, now no more stupid questions until we reach Diagon Alley."

Greg was about to ask what Diagon alley was but stopped himself. Snape was only answering a small amount of his questions so he decided to wait and ask the most important one; what the bloody hell did he do to my letter?

Greg followed Snape through a sea of people, guessing they must be in the middle of London because there were tall buildings everywhere, and people looked like they all had somewhere to be. Greg would have liked to stop and take it all in but Snape was walking so fasted he was forced to jog just to keep up with the tall man.

Finally Snape stopped out-front of a tired looking grubby old pub. Greg looked up at the sign of the pub which read 'The Leaky Cauldron'. Greg failed to see why they were stopping out front of a pub but Snape seemed like he knew what he was doing.

The professor opened the pub door and looked at Greg.

"Mr. House I really don't have time to stand around all day."

Greg took one more glance at London before stepping into the dimly lit pub. He had to strain his eyes to see properly as the whole pub was only lit by candles.

There weren't many people in the pub and those that were there wore cloths similar to Snape. Two old men were playing a game of cards at a table close to the bar and looked up at the sudden light.

"Taking one of the muggleborns shopping again Snape?" asked the closest man.

"Clearly," said Snape in a toneless voice.

"Ha, I bet you love that don't you Snape!" While the first man seemed to be having fun teasing Snape the other was staring intently at Greg.

"What's your name boy?" asked the other man gruffly.

"Greg House" Greg said as confidently as he could. This man was starting to freak him out a bit; he was looking at him strangely and making him feel very uncomfortable.

"Are you sure that's your name, cause you look a lot like a young Ja-.."

Greg never heard the end of the man's sentence because Snape then grabbed him by the shoulder and steered him out of the pub into a small walled court yard.

"Stupid old drunks," Snape spat out. "I have no time for them."

Greg looked around himself, confusion evident on his face

"What now? Can wizards walk through walls?"

Snape then took out of his robe a long stick that Greg suddenly realised was a wand.

He then took his wand and tapped on the bricks of the wall; the bricks made a small grinding sound and then slowly started to move until there was no longer a wall anymore.

Snape pocketed his wand "This is Diagon Alley."

Greg needed to blink a few times before he could process what stood before him. Row upon row of shops were lined up. Greg had been to shops with his mother before but they were boring shops, they didn't have Eeylops Owl Emporiumor Quality Quidditch Supplies.

Greg was like a child in a candy shop, in awe of the interesting shops, so much so that he was about run off when Snape grabbed him by the collar.

"First we must go to Gringotts and exchange your muggle money for wizarding money".

"I'm guessing," said Greg, "That Gringotts is a bank?"

"How very clever of you," said Snape, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

A thought then struck Greg.

"But sir," said Greg in the most respectful voice he could, "I don't have any money".

Snape waved his hand at this dismissively. "All sorted Mr. House, your father gave me some muggle money and I'm just going to change it into wizard currency".

Greg let out a sigh of relief and continued walking.

They walked silently through the buzzing streets. Greg longed to walk into each shop. They passed a large looking book shop and Greg almost had to push himself to move onwards and keep up with Snape's pace.

They finally reached the end of the long street of shops and before them stood a towering white building.

Snape walked in the front doors with Greg tagging along behind him. Greg was amazed at the marbled walls and floors and almost let out a startled yelp when he saw a weird creature serving at the counter near the entrance.

"Goblins," Snape said simply.

Snape indicated a chair for Greg to sit in.

"If you even think about moving from this chair you can forget about your father thinking Hogwarts is a military school," Snape said in a quiet but threatening voice. Greg didn't blink.

"How did you make him believe that?" asked Greg.

Snape gave a rare smile. "Magic of course," said Snape, "You daft boy."

Snape then walked away to a nearby counter.

Greg let out a deep sigh, seems that wherever you went banks were equally boring. After ten minutes Snape returned with a bag that made clinking noises which Greg assumed to be his money.

Greg went to grab the bag but Snape snatched it back.

"No, I think I'll take care of your money Mr. House, you wouldn't even know how to spend it!"

Greg felt annoyed but Snape was probably right.

"Fine, whatever," said Greg, "But can we shop now? You know shopping; you buy things so you can use them."

Snape rolled his eyes at the boy but started to walk towards to exit.

"We will first be getting you robes, which normally take the longest, that's at Madam Malkin's."

The pair walked down the street before entering the robe shop. Once inside Greg was soon fitted for his Hogwarts robes, Snape sat patiently in the corner. After Greg was finished Snape paid and they left. This was how the afternoon was spent for Greg; different magical shops were visited all revealing new wonders he could never have dreamed of. Each shop added large piles of packages that Greg would carry around.

Snape had declared that he needed to purchase some potion ingredients so he led them into a worn down potion shop, which Greg was quite curious to be in. Greg walked down the racks of piled up bottles reading each label carefully before a thought struck him.

"Sir Can potions cure any kind of illness?" Greg asked quietly.

Snape turned towards the boy and studied at him curiously.

"It depends if the illness presents itself in time, but most illness can be cured by potions."

Greg ponder this thought for a moment before Snape announced he had what he needed and that he had also picked up Greg's school potion kit.

Snape then showed Greg into a large pet shop that was extremely crowded and loud.

"Just pick out a bloody animal from the list and let's go!" shouted Snape over the noise of barks and squeaks.

"But sir, how am I going to explain a rat or toad or owl to my parents?"

"Just pick something and I'll handle the rest," shouted Snape.

Greg then quickly begun to look at all the caged animals. It didn't take long until his eyes fell upon a single owl who was quietly sitting on its perch not making a sound. The bird was small compared to the rest of the owls and was brown all over.

"That one!" shouted Greg at the shop owner.

After money was exchanged they left the crowded shop with Greg proudly carrying his owl which was now sitting in a brass cage looking quite smug.

"So what about my parents?" asked Greg.

Snape let out a deep sigh.

"I shall look after the bird until you arrive at Hogwarts, but first you must name him."

Greg stared at the quiet looking owl before smiling. "Steve Macqueen, Steven for short! Oh and thank you sir!"

Snape just nodded.

The second to last shop visited was Flourish and Blots. Greg was definitely determine to spend a good half an hour in there after he had bought all first year required books, until Snape dragged him outside of the bookshop.

"No more browsing," said Snape in a tired voice. "We have only one more item to buy and then I can finally have some peace and quiet."

"Sir why do you show the new wizard kids around if you obviously hate it?" Greg asked trying to hide his grin.

"Because the usual staff member who does this is busy enough with other muggleborns and I was chosen to help," Snape said bitterly, "now if you want a magic wand I suggest you stop asking questions and follow me!"

Greg's smiled dropped and he quickly ran after the fast walking man who was already walking down the street. Snape stopped out front of a simple looking shop. Greg had to check the sign twice to check that it was indeed the wand shop. It just looked so ordinary. 'Olivanders: makers of fine wands since 382 BC' was written on a hanging sign out the front.

Cool name, thought Greg.

A bell rang as Greg stepped into the shop; Snape was standing at the counter dinging the service bell impatiently.

The sound of a back door opening was heard and an old man appeared at the counter.

"Professor Snape," the old man greeted him. Snape just nodded and pointed at Greg.

"New wand for the boy, Mr Ollivander and please make this quick."

Ollivander stared at Greg with great interest before disappearing to the back of the shop and moments later he returned carrying ten rectangular boxes.

"What's your name boy? You look familiar; maybe I sold your parents wands?"

Greg frowned. "My name is Greg House and I'm muggleborn."

Ollivander looked confused but only for a second.

"Well no matter, let's find you a wand."

Ollivander then opened one of the boxes and handed Greg a wand.

"Well go on, give it a wave," Ollivander urged him excitedly.

Greg waved the first wand and smoke suddenly exploded from it causing everyone a great coughing fit.

"Not that one," Ollivander said quite cheerfully.

Ten minutes and seven wands later, Greg was about to give up and demand Snape take him home when Ollivander thrust another wand into his hand.

"I have a good feeling about this one, I've had this wand for years but it's never found a proper owner."

"It is chestnut wood, with dragon as the core. Quite powerful at summoning magic."

Greg stared at the wand in his hand. It looked normal enough compared to the rest he had tried.

"Today, Mr. House?" Snape enquired in a bored tone.

Greg waved the wand and suddenly every part of his body warmed up; every sense in his body was aware of the wand in his hand. Greg let out a deep breath; this is what power felt like.

Ollivander smiled brightly, "Well that's definitely a perfect match."

"Indeed," said Snape.

Snape handed over the required money and then shooed Greg out of the shop. Greg just managed to say a quick word of thanks before the door slammed shut.

"Well that's the end of that," Snape said dismissively.

"Sir, how am I supposed to take all these packages home?" Greg asked as he was struggling to hold one large package that was slipping from his grip.

Snape took out his wand and tapped each package. As he did, each box shrunk to the size of a matchbox.

Greg's mouth widened into a grin but them an angry frown. "You could have done that from the start!"

Snape grinned coldly, "Yes I could have, but where would the fun be in that? Now when you get home place them somewhere safe, the spell only lasts for an hour."

Greg nodded; Diagon alley was much quieter now. Greg looked at his watch and realized they had been there for over three hours!

Greg then looked up and saw that Snape was removing a key chain from his pocket.

"Touch the edge of it," Snape ordered. Greg did as he was told and felt the familiar feeling of everything disappearing.

Well that's done and done. Soon we can finally get to Hogwarts.