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At three O'clock sharp, Dr. Allison Cameron arrived at Newark Airport heaving two large duffel bags and rolling another oversized suitcase.

"Cameron! Hey! Cameron!" called a voice from a luggage checking desk. Stifling a yawn, Cameron waved to her colleague.

"Why are you so perky?" she asked him between breaths as she dragged her bags over to the counter.

"Haven't slept," answered Chase, grinning and grabbing two of Cameron's bags. "Hose and Foreman are waiting in line at Security right now. Let's check these and meet them over there."

"Don't tell me you all stayed at the hospital all night," groaned Cameron, annoyed. "You're all going to be grouchy and tired later."

"Hey—we have quite a while on the plane to sleep," answered Chase. "Ah, yes, to London," he said politely to the woman working at the counter. After a few minutes, Chase and Cameron made their way to a security checkpoint, standing in line with Dr. House and Dr. Foreman.

"Where's the coffee?" House asked Cameron as she walked towards them, not even glancing in her direction.

"At Starbucks," answered Cameron, bringing a hand to her forehead. "Do you have any information about the case?" she then asked House, eyeing the file folder in his hands.

"Seventeen year-old male. Apparent "savior" of that…world." Cameron tightened her lips and then grinned half-heartedly.

"Right."

"Did some strange thing—they were pretty vague about it in the fax—then fell into a coma. He came out of it and complained of intense pain, migraines, had some delusions—though apparently they might not have been delusions, because he has something along the lines of prophetic dreams."

"Is this actually legit?" asked Foreman after a moment of silence. "I mean—that's great if that world of people exists and all…but how is this sickness supposed to be relevant to what we do? To normal people?"

"Just because they think they can do magic, or can, or whatever, doesn't mean that they're not normal. I mean, we deal with weird cases all the time," said Chase as they made their way to the front of the line.

"Okay, any wallets, keys, money, cell phones…" said the security agent, bored. "Um, Sir, I think you might want to put your cane through, too." House sighed loudly and gave the agent a dirty look. Cameron rolled her eyes. House was going to get himself pulled out and—Cameron looked up as the metal detector started to beep as she walked through it.

"Miss? Can you step aside for a moment?" Frustrated, Cameron turned to roll her eyes at Chase and Foreman, who were trying to hide their laughter.

"Now, now, Cameron, what have I told you about mocking security agents behind their backs?" asked House, shaking his head, as the man watching their bags as they went through the machine gave the doctors an annoyed glance.

"House," said Cameron sharply, "it is three in the morning and I am not in the mood to—" She was cut off as a security agent started to run a metal detector up and down her body. Grimacing, Cameron heaved a sigh and exchanged a dark glance with House, who seemed to be enjoying her discomfort.

Back at Hogwarts, Hermione Granger was straightening up the Gryffindor Common room, which she, Ron, and Ginny had been the sole occupants of for the past month, while Harry had been a patient in the Hogwarts Infirmary.

"You know, Harry wouldn't have wanted us to stay here all summer," said Ron, coming out of a deep thought.

"I know that, Ronald," answered Hermione testily. "What choices have we? I mean, we have made significant headway on Hufflepuff's Cup. And we've been extracting information from Draco." Ron snorted loudly. "What? We have."

"He hasn't told us anything. And since when is he 'Draco'? I think that when Harry gets moved today, we shouldn't stay here. I think we need to go track down the bloody Horcrux."

"Oh, and we can just eat and sleep wherever we end up each night? When Voldemort's after us? Oh, come on, Ron. Harry would've wanted you to say the name."

"Stop talking about him like he's dead or something," frowned Ron. "And we shouldn't trust Snape. This whole situation—we've always gone with Harry's gut. And Harry's gut is in a coma. This is all my fault, if one of us had plunged the sword into—"

"Ron. Stop talking like an idiot. We didn't know that would happen. It might not even be magical—he might have gotten sick if it had been me that had destroyed the Horcrux, or you. So stop." Ron stewed another moment.

"Where's Ginny?"

"Probably at Harry's bedside. Merlin knows she's been there enough this past month."

"When are we leaving?"

"This afternoon," answered Hermione. "I was originally hoping to install the new doctors into Hogwarts; there'd be a lot of room here, but I think we may have to do it in Grimmauld Place."

"Why?" demanded Ron.

"Too many charms," answered Hermione. "Muggle technology won't work here. It might not even work there. Certainly not at the Burrow."

"Well where else could we possibly go?" demanded Ron, burying his head in his arms.

"Godric's Hollow," answered Hermione promptly. "Muggle village. We can put Harry in Grimmauld and House's staff either in Hogwarts or at Number 12 until the house—you know what I mean—is ready. Then we can move them all in there and get working."

"It'll take weeks, Hermione."

"You're forgetting that we have money. We can get a house built by magic that isn't necessarily magic. And we can do it confidentially, that way You-Know-Who doesn't find out what we're up to."

"I dunno, Mione. Run it by McGonagall or Lupin."

"Which Lupin?" asked Hermione teasingly. Ron rolled his eyes.

"Why do all the girls keep doing that? It's annoying."

"Yeah," sighed Hermione. "I don't know. It's sweet. One of the only happy things that's happened this summer. And Harry got to be there, at their wedding. It's good."

"So what are we doing? Moving back to the Burrow while we look for the last Horcruxes?"

"Grimmauld for now," said Hermione with certainty. "I want to be with Harry."

"Me too. Merlin, Hermione. We owe him so much. He saved Ginny, my Dad, me," said Ron slowly.

"The whole wizarding world," laughed Hermione, sitting down next to Ron sadly. "Have a little faith. Maybe he's finding the 'power the dark lord knows not'." Ron stroked her arm absentmindedly.

"Mum's probably worried sick. I should drop by today."

"I wouldn't do that," said Hermione quickly.

"Why?" asked Ron curiously.

"Er—I can't really tell you in good faith."

"What happened?" demanded Ron. "Is everything all right?"

"Of course. It's just that the twins—they kind of…turned the Burrow into a swamp."

"They what?" demanded Ron angrily. "Mum's going to go psycho on them!"

"Well, you're obviously right. I think they wanted to give her something to do. Your Dad was working today, Bill and Fleur recently got married and left, Charlie is back in Romania, Percy—you know, Fred and George work, and you and Ginny ran off to fight evil. I think she was feeling kind of abandoned, or useless. So they set off a swamp."

"Great. They should find Voldemort's evil Headquarters and make a swamp there."

"Wormtail would fit right in. And that snake. The Horcrux-snake."

"This conversation is pretty depressing, Hermione."

"Yeah. Let's go find Ginny and then Remus so we can get out of here…oh, and I'm to tell Snape that he has to go to the airport to get those Muggles."

"You're what?" asked Ron, incensed.

"It's not like I'm in mortal peril, Ronald."

"I'm going with you."

"I'm perfectly capable of—"

"It's not you I'm worried about," said Ron darkly.

And so it was, three hours later, that Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were standing on the doorstep of Spinner's End. "Should we knock?" whispered Ron as they climbed the steps apprehensively after Apparating to the street.

"No, let's just stand here all day," said Hermione, rolling her eyes. "Of course we should—" But before Hermione could finish her sentence, the door swung open.

"What have I done to deserve the sudden presence of 2/3 the Dream Team on this fine afternoon?" asked a silky voice from inside. "Come in, quickly," said Snape urgently. "If you're seen here, my cover is blown." Hermione and Ron were ushered inside, where a middle-aged blonde woman was sitting on a love seat.

"So that's the Mudblood?" she asked bluntly, sizing Hermione up. "What's so great about you, huh? Why does the Dark Lord wanna kill you, girl? I mean, I'm a pureblood! A Black! A Malfoy. My blood is so pure that—Sev—what are you. Severus, your hair," she said quietly, focusing on Ron.

"Is this what she does every day?" snapped Hermione with distaste. "You get her drunk?"

"It's far better than dealing with the real thing, let me assure you," said Snape under his breath. "Narcissa. Go to your room."

"Wha'?" she asked. "You can't—my room!" She began laughing loudly.

"Narcissa—go!" After several more minutes of pleading and arguing, Snape grabbed Mrs. Malfoy's wrist and dragged her into her room, slamming the door behind her.

"Why are you here?" he asked the moment the door was shut, turning to his two visitors.

"Er—Sir," began Hermione after glancing at Ron and realizing that he wasn't going to talk to Snape if his life depended on it. "There's a team of doctors coming in today to be with Harry. They are specialists who have solved numerous medical cases and are quite renowned within the United States."

"And you tell me this why?" asked Snape, drumming his fingers against the coffee table as he sat down.

"Well, you see—they're Muggles."

"What?" asked Snape harshly.

"It may be Harry's last chance, Sir. And, er, we need you to collect them from the Airport later on and bring them to Hogwarts before the feast commences."

"Miss Granger. I am wanted by the Ministry. There is no way that I'm going to risk my safety and Albus Dumbledore's final wishes by blowing my cover on some Muggle Healer crackpot!"

"Please, Sir, everyone else is on some kind of mission, and Ron and I are a bit dangerous and high-profile right now to go traipsing into a Muggle Airport! We're supposed to be missing; people think we might be dead. And if we're seen without Harry, it puts us in a horrible position. Voldemort could find out!"

"Don't speak the name," hissed Snape.

"I'm sorry, Sir," said Hermione. "But please. Do one thing for Harry. Do it—do it for Lily. I know you were friends. Please don't sit here and let her son die."

"Miss Granger, you have overstepped your boundaries. You know nothing about Lily Evans, so don't act as if you do."

"I—I didn't—I didn't mean to," whispered Hermione as Snape stood up menacingly and stepped towards Hermione.

Ron stood up at the same time. "Get away from her," he said angrily.

"Weasley, do not mess around with me. Granger, I'll do it. For the Order. Let McGonagall know I'm doing it. What time does their flying contraption land?"

Several hours later, four doctors disembarked their plane sleepily. "Do you know who's picking us up?" Cameron asked House as they made their way to the luggage terminal.

"They said we'd know," said House.

"Look over there," whispered Chase suddenly. That weird-looking guy dressed in all black with the greasy hair—he's holding up a sign that says 'House'."

"Think that's for us?" asked Foreman, hoisting his duffel.

"No, it's probably for some other of the multitudes of 'House's' at this airport," said House grumpily. "What's the matter, Chase, his hair not clean enough for you?" Chase rolled his eyes.

"I wonder if vampires are real?" asked Cameron in what would have been a nonchalant tone.

"Well, let's get this show on the road," said Foreman finally, ignoring her. He led the group towards the man holding up House's name.

"Are you Doctor House?" asked the man nonchalantly as Foreman approached.

"That would be me," said House. Snape raised his eyebrows.

"All right then. You all may follow me. We are going to travel via Portkey."

"Um, Sir, who are you? And what's a portkey?" asked Foreman hesitantly. Snape eyed the Muggles wearily.

"I am Severus Snape, former Professor at Hogwarts. A portkey is a magical device. You touch it when it's activated and you're transported to a prearranged area."

"Sir, where did you say—"

"I do not enjoy answering questions. I tolerate no nonsense. It isn't my fault that you are Muggles, and I would prefer that you keep your questions to yourself; they will probably be answered soon enough."

"Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed," muttered House darkly. "And…Professor, let me remind you that it was your 'people' who begged us to come. We certainly didn't choose this on our own accord."

"My 'people'?" repeated Snape crossly. "Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers certainly are not my people. The boy you are to be treating is an attention-seeking, delusional brat who has been famous since he turned a year old. The only reason I'm even supporting them is that there is this wretched tradition through the years of the 'good side' prevailing. I do not want to lose my freedom."

"So is it true you're in a war?" asked House lightly, acting as if he had not heard Snape's glaring ultimatum.

"Unfortunately."

"What's it over? Someone pulled some other guy's bunny out of a hat? You know, I'm glad magic exists, because I've always wondered how—"

"Wizards are not foolish Muggle magicians," hissed Snape. "If the wrong side wins this war, it will affect even your pathetic lifestyles. Muggles like yourself will be eradicated, or forced into slavery. Yes, your little reality will cease to exist." Cameron, Chase, and Foreman all exchanged a dubious glance. An unsettling silence fell upon the group.

"Over here," whispered Snape hastily as the group reached the exit. He pulled a small key from his pocket. "Everybody touch this. Try not to draw attention to yourselves."

"But what's going to happen?" asked Cameron, looking up at House quickly. "People are going to stare…"

"Five. Four. Three."

"But what—?" began Cameron again, but she was cut off as a sudden as a pulling sensation came over her naval. Suddenly it was as if she was spinning out of control. A moment later, gasping for breath, she landed on the floor in a heap beside Chase and Foreman. House had somehow remained standing along with Snape.

"What the hell was that?" asked Chase groggily as he made to stand up.

"A portkey," snapped Snape irritably.

"Where are we?" asked House curiously, taking in his surroundings. They had appeared next to what looked like a train station near a little village.

"Hogsmeade Station," Snape explained. "Follow me. We're walking up to the castle."

"Castle?" asked Chase curiously. Snape ignored him, walking ahead, robes billowing.

Chase, Foreman, and Cameron all stood up quickly and followed the wizard, feeling quite out of the loop.

"Are you all right?" asked Cameron under her breath as she and House fell a few steps behind.

"I'm fine," said House, avoiding her eyes and taking out his bottle of pills.

"House," said Cameron, sighing. "It's okay to admit that you're—"

"I don't need your help," he said harshly, speeding up to try and catch up with the group. As Cameron opened her mouth to retort, he looked her in the eye. "That guy looks worse off than me. Go save someone else for a change," he said, nodding towards Snape, who was at the moment answering Foreman's questions, however unwilling he was.

All of the sudden, a pile of ruins came into view.

"Is that the school?" demanded Cameron. "That's so unsanitary! How is it even legal? It's no wonder people are getting sick."

"Damn," cursed Snape. "Nobody took the Muggle-repellant charms off of the bloody castle." He turned to the Muggles with annoyance. "You'll just have to follow me. Once you're in, you'll be fine. It just won't look like you're going into a castle. It will be one on the inside."

"I don't think I can let my team do this," said House suddenly. "No, there's no way. I just don't believe you."

"Oh no!" exclaimed Chase suddenly.

"What is it?" asked Cameron, concerned.

"I forgot my bag—at the airport. I have to turn around."

"No you didn't," said House, frowning. "It's right here."

"I have to go back," said Chase. A dazed look came over his face.

"I forgot something, too. My toothbrush. It's in New Jersey. Let's go back," said Foreman.

"What's happening to them?" demanded Cameron. House frowned.

"It's the Muggle-repelling charms!" yelled Snape. "Just follow me!"

"No," said Cameron, voice quivering. "What's happening to them? House, are they hallucinating?"

"Come on!" yelled Snape. Desperate to hurry and complete his job so he could get away from the school before all the students arrived (in twenty minutes), he whipped out his wand and pointed it at the woman.

"Wingardium Leviosa," he said in a bored tone. She shrieked as she was lifted into the air. "Follow me and she doesn't get hurt," he said threateningly.

"Put her down," demanded House.

"Will you get those two idiots to follow us?"

"Fine. Fine. Put her down." Without arguing any further, Snape swept his wand sideways and Cameron floated to the ground. House yelled at Chase and Foreman, and then the group of five resumed their trek into the wreck.

"Are you all right?" House whispered to Cameron as they began moving.

"I don't see why you'd care," she replied harshly.

"I don't care," declared House. "But I'm the only one who can be mean to you."

"Getting protective?" she smirked after an inward debate on whether to argue or not.

"No," said House flatly, passing her and walking next to Snape, whom he 'accidentally' smacked with his cane. Snape turned to him angrily and pulled out his wand.

"I don't care if you are crippled, do not cross me!" he said furiously.

"I'm not the one dressed like a priest who joined some magical cult," replied House, not put out in the least. Snape whipped around, wand extended.

"That is IT! You are Muggles! Learn your bloody place! I can curse you into next week if you so much as—"

"Having fun, Severus?" came a voice behind them. Everyone turned around. Approaching the group was a middle-aged, graying man, who was wearing normal clothes and smiling.

"Lupin," acknowledged Snape. "They said you were on a mission and couldn't pick up the Muggles. What changed?"

"I got back. Honestly. Actually, I was moving Harry this afternoon."

"Harry as in patient-Harry?" asked House curiously.

"Yes. By the way, I'm Remus Lupin. Listen, you'll only be staying in Hogwarts tonight, then we'll move you into Grimmauld Place, where Harry's staying."

"Where is Hogwarts?" asked Chase, annoyed. "Because I really need to go back to the States, there's this thing I forgot—"

"Oh!" exclaimed Remus. "The Muggle-Repelling charms. I'll take them from here, Severus—we don't want any students seeing you."

"Thank Merlin," said Snape dryly. With that, he set back off towards the gates.

"Okay, everyone, if you'd just follow me—I promise, you'll be in the school in no time. What are all of your names again?"

"I'm Dr. House," said House immediately. "Little girl's Dr. Cameron, hair-boy is Chase, and the one acting like he has no brain—he did have part of it taken out, to be fair—is Dr. Foreman."

"Nice to meet you all," smiled Remus. He then realized that all the Muggles were hauling heavy luggage. He sighed resignedly. "Did Severus do nothing to lighten the load?" Upon receiving several blank glances, Remus waved his wand and muttered an incantation. Suddenly, all of the bags felt feather-light.

"Wow," murmured Cameron, glancing back at her bags.

"Nice, isn't it?" asked Remus, laughing at her expression.

Hermione, Tonks, and Ginny were waiting in the front entrance of Hogwarts for the doctors' arrival.

"Poor Muggles," said Tonks sympathetically. "Having to deal with Snape the whole way here…"

"I know," laughed Ginny. "But—I mean, we have to get them to like us; to like our world. We're going to have to explain a lot if we want them to put in all their effort to save Harry."

"Yeah right," laughed Tonks. "After they go into The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black—there'll be no turning them towards us."

"Well, maybe we can find a way to get Mrs. Black down, at least," reasoned Hermione. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Sirius tried that until his dying day, 'Mione."

"Right. Anyway, I hope they arrive before all the students—we'll want to avoid awkward questions."

"Hmm," said Tonks thoughtfully. "We should've just brought them to the Burrow or something. Where will they sleep here?"

"Head's Rooms," answered Hermione quickly. "The Heads were going to be me and…Malfoy. Seeing as we won't be here, McGonagall will announce two new heads tomorrow once we're all gone."

"Do the House Elves know about them?" asked Ginny. "I mean, trust an elf like Kreacher to run and tell its dark masters or something."

"His or Her, Ginny, not 'it'."

"Don't start with S.P.E.W. right now, please…oh, look! Here they come."

Indeed, four weary Muggles and a wizard as cheerful as the circumstances would allow had just walked into the entrance.

"Whoa," said the first one, in an Australian accent.

"Dr. House!" exclaimed Hermione. "I'm so glad you all could make it."

"And I'm sure that's why you sent a raving, bitter, pale…man after us," smiled House sarcastically.

"Uh—right. Sorry about that; he was the only one available."

"Wotcher, everyone," said Tonks brightly. The Doctors all took in her bright apparatus and bubblegum hair. "Hey, darling," she said, walking over to Remus, who enveloped her in a hug. Dr. Cameron shot a glance at Dr. House, who wasn't meeting her eyes.

"So, um, follow me, everyone," said Ginny, smiling. "Doctor House, you and these two—"

"Foreman and Chase," said Cameron, gesturing at the two.

"Right. You'll have to share a room tonight. After tonight, you should all get your own room. Doctor—?"

"Cameron."

"Right. You, Hermione, and I will be sharing the adjacent room. The two of us are sort of what you'd call MIA in the Wizarding world right now, and it wouldn't be a good idea for all the students to see us."

"I can handle that," smiled Cameron, now looking at the ceiling of the Great Hall. "It's amazing how they got the ceiling to mirror the outside so perfectly—wait, let me guess. Magic?"

"Yes," said Hermione, grinning. "I know; it's amazing. I came here for the first time six years ago; when I had just found out I was a witch. I had never even imagined—it was just amazing."

"So, Ginny," said Remus after a few moments. "Do you want to see Harry tonight? I'll take you to check on him, and if you'd like you can stay with your parents tonight." Ginny sighed knowingly.

"Right. Yeah, okay. I suppose so."

"Wonderful. Tonks, you know where I have to be tonight." Tonks nodded sullenly. "Will you stay at Hogwarts with Hermione? I'd feel a lot better knowing you were safe."

"Fine," said Tonks, exhaling noisily.

"Great. So I'll see you tomorrow, all right, darling?" Tonks nodded. "Okay, so Ginny and I will go tell the Headmistress they've arrived, and Tonks and Hermione, you can bring our guests to the Heads rooms and explain in detail Harry's medical history. I put what I could salvage from the Dursleys this morning in the room, so it should be on the table waiting for you."

"All right. Thanks, Professor; I'll see you tomorrow, probably."

House watched as the man left the castle—it certainly did seem to be a castle on the inside, at least. Turning back to all ofthe bright young faces surrounding him, he fought back a groan. It was going to be a long night.

A/N: Okay, thanks so much for the reviews. Please keep them coming! Now I have a question, do you all think that this story would be better under House or HP? Just curious. And next chapter will be mostly in House's POV. Let me know what you think of the story so far!