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Gregory House watched idly from the window in the Heads' Common Room as a multitude of students streamed into the castle below. The room had lapsed into an unsettling silence, the only sound (the bounce of his yo-yo) reverberating through the room steadily.

"So how many students attend here?" asked Chase curiously. The girl called Hermione answered immediately.

"Approximately 1000, normally," she explained. "But this year…you know, the war. A lot of parents didn't allow their children to return for fear of their safety. And after our Headmaster was murdered, the Board of Governors almost shut the entire thing down."

"Your Headmaster was murdered?" asked Foreman, eyebrows furrowed. The two witches nodded sadly.

"I'm out of school, obviously," said Tonks, "but I was there that night. Death Eaters broke into the school with inside help, and S—" She was cut off as Hermione elbowed her discreetly. "Someone killed him."

"That's awful!" gasped Cameron, looking around at her colleagues worriedly. "I mean, is there a lot of crime going on? Are we safe?"

"What are Death Eaters?" added Foreman.

Hermione and Tonks exchanged a glance. "I suppose these questions were inevitable," sighed Hermione resignedly.

"Listen," began Tonks. "Don't get scared away. There are bad things happening in this world, yes. But those things will be happening whether you stay or whether you leave."

"You all are going to be in danger if Voldemort's followers find out first, what's happened to Harry, along with the fact that you're helping him, and especially if they find out you're Muggles. But the place we're going to hide you in—there's no way they could ever get in. The secret keeper is in a coma, after all..."

"Listen," began House sharply. "We don't have any idea what you're going on about. We don't know why you're in a war, who that man is, we barely know anything about the patient. How about you start from the beginning?"

Hermione nodded slowly.

"This may take awhile. Is everyone comfortable?" House lifted his eyebrows expectantly as the other three doctors nodded. "Great. Okay. About eighteen years ago, newlyweds named Lily and James Potter were fresh out of Hogwarts…."

An ocean away, Doctor Lisa Cuddy cursed under her breath as she sifted through the file House had left behind before he'd taken off. "Damn House," she muttered again, slamming the file onto her desk and slapping her forehead.

"What's wrong?" asked Wilson as he walked into her office. "House's 'case'?"

"Yes!" exclaimed Cuddy angrily. "He just…vanished. This case doesn't have sufficient hospital records, a patient history, there are inconsistencies…"

"Shocking," said Wilson sarcastically. "Relax. I'm only kidding. As a matter of fact, I've tried calling him all day. All four of them, actually," sighed Wilson, taking a seat. "Maybe this was just their way of telling us they want a vacation."

"Some vacation," snorted Cuddy. "Listen to this," she said, picking up the file once more. "The kid is seventeen. He's experienced significant emotional and physical trauma recently, but he's experienced it his entire life, apparently. And authorities knew about it enough to write it down on his damn medical history. They don't even explain what the trauma is. And he goes in and out of a coma, complaining of all sorts of pain… intolerance to heat, rapid heart rate, cough, fever… add that to a coma, and what the hell is it?"

"I don't know," said Wilson thoughtfully, shaking his head. "I'm not the board-certified diagnostician."

"You can't get ahold of him?" asked Cuddy, sitting up pensively.

"No idea. He said he'd call to check in, though."

"Do you think something's happened to him? I should never have said this was okay, I just trusted him for once in my life and he has to go and disappear!"

"Calm down," said Wilson, standing up with her. "I'm sure he's fine. He always turns up…unfortunately."

"Thanks," said Cuddy, smiling slowly. "I just—I'm so…mad at him! I thought he had better judgment."

"House does what he wants," shrugged Wilson. "I thought you knew that by now. I mean, he wouldn't have just gone without a good reason. Trust him. When he comes home, give him a lifetime supply of Clinic hours."

"He's already going to be leaving a few hundred behind in his will," laughed Cuddy. "All right. I'll trust you. You'd better be right."

"…and so after Dumbledore was killed, Harry, Ron, and I began looking for…the rest of the keys to defeating Voldemort. We tracked one down, fighting a few Death Eaters on the way; nothing major. Harry was put under the Cruciatus a few good times and other hexes were thrown at him—he also cast some pretty difficult magic. But nothing out of the ordinary." Hermione was glad the story was almost complete. It had taken ages to fully explain the concepts of Death Eaters, describe what had happened each year in school, clarify the Ministry's corruption and the mistakes they'd made, explain the press, give the backgrounds on a few important people in Harry's life, and to go through a few parts of magic in detail, particularly the Unforgivables. But the story was nearly complete.

"So after destroying the…thing, exactly a month ago, Harry sat back for a moment, and then, without warning collapsed. His heart rate sped up, and we raced him to Hogwarts, because if St. Mungo's ever got wind that Harry was sick, it'd be bad news. We think some Healers there are on Voldemort's side. So he's been this way for about a month now. We've had quite a few trustworthy Healers working on him…but they've no idea what's wrong." Hermione watched curiously as House suddenly stood up and took out a bottle of pills, taking two and beginning to pace.

"Foreman. Go into my big bag and take out the board."

"You actually brought that thing?" demanded Foreman.

"You still can't write on it, so don't bother asking." As Foreman stood, shaking his head, Hermione looked at House.

"Are you on a medicine?"

"You could say that," said House.

"He's addicted to painkillers," said Chase lightly. Cameron shot him a look from across the room.

"And he's addicted to hair-products," retorted House.

"I think he'll get along with Draco," said Hermione to Tonks.

"Which one?" joked Tonks. "Mean one or hair-conscious one?" Hermione gave her a loook. "All right, all right. But I actuallydoubt that," laughed Tonks. "Draco's mean, but he isn't witty by any stretch of the imagination."

"He did find a way to let Death Eaters into the castle," said Hermione fairly.

"Luck," responded Tonks. Doctor Cameron watched the two of them with a slight frown.

"That—death eater person is going to be staying with us?" she asked worriedly.

"Oh, he's nothing to worry about," waved Tonks. "He's pretty stupid, if you can imagine. Also, there will always be a few extra people staying with you all."

"How big is this house?" asked Cameron. Across the room, her boss was writing down symptoms on his whiteboard while consulting with Foreman. Without looking up, he yelled a reply.

"I'd say House is a bit larger than life, but who am I to know?"

Tonks grinned, and Chase, Cameron, and Hermione ignored him. "Well, it's a manor, so it's pretty large. But it is in the middle of London, so it doesn't look very big on the outside," Hermione answered.

"Hey," said Chase suddenly. "My cell phone's not working…"

"Mine wasn't working earlier," said Cameron, digging through her purse to find it.

"Oh, that," said Hermione complacently. "Muggle technology doesn't really work inside Hogwarts, because of all the magic. That's why we've got to move you."

"But it'll work in that other place?" asked Foreman thoughtfully.

"It may be a bit faulty," answered Tonks, "but it is in the middle of London. So, yes, it should work."

"Faulty?" echoed House, annoyed. "If an MRI or a CT scan is 'faulty,' our whole diagnosis will get screwed up."

"It'll work," said Tonks hastily. Suddenly there came a knock at the door. "Who is it?"

"Minerva."

"Come on in, Professor," said Hermione easily. The door opened.

"Hello, everyone. I am Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts. I would like to thank you all for coming, especially under such short notice. It really is urgent."

"So urgent that we've been here all evening and still haven't met the patient," said House lightly in a mock-British accent.

"I assume you're Doctor House?" asked McGonagall, eyeing him disapprovingly.

"The one and only."

"It's lovely to meet you," she said stiffly. "The reason you haven't met the patient yet is that he had to be moved into a safe house, and we needed to locate the instructions to get to the house so that you would be able to see it."

"You don't even know how to get there?" asked Foreman skeptically.

"It's the Secret-Keeper thing I told you about," said Hermione quickly. "Harry was the Secret Keeper after Dumbledore died, and nobody new can see the house unless he's told them."

"Moving on," said McGonagall sternly, "I simply wanted to express my thanks and also pass along a method of communicating to Order members." She handed House, Cameron, Chase, and Foreman each a large gold coin, smiling thinly at Hermione.

"There is a directory at Headquarters of Order members and their numbers. If you need someone, move the numbers on your coin to match his or her number."

"Thank you," smiled Cameron.

"Now, if you need anything, just talk to the Order member who is at Grimmauld Place at the time. They can arrange to bring you all into Muggle London or Diagon Alley—that's where you can buy Magical things. Now, I'm very sorry to do this to you, but we must ask you to not go out on your own. Your lives are at stake."

"Remind me why we took this case?" muttered Chase to Foreman, who nodded in agreement.

Later that evening, the six divided up into the two Heads' dormitories. Cameron, Hermione, and Tonks slept in one and the men in the other.

"So…Tonks," began Cameron curiously after they all had been talking awhile. "I surmise that you're dating that man? Lupin, was his name?"

"Yep," replied Tonks, smiling. "We actually are married, we did it spur of the moment at the beginning of summer."

"It was so romantic," sighed Hermione. "Do you have a boyfriend? Or a husband?" she asked Cameron, who sighed loudly.

"No."

"Any interest in your fellow doctors?" asked Tonks teasingly.

"Well…I've kind of liked House before. But…I don't think it could work out, I guess. I really care about him, but maybe it wasn't meant to be."

"Did you two ever try dating?" pressed Hermione.

"House—isn't very open to ever loving again. Or relationships in general."

"Sounds like Remus—before. Two of his best friends had died, one had betrayed them. And—he has this condition. He never thought anyone would have him, so he hadn't been open to the prospect of love for years."

"Really? Does the age difference ever bother you?" asked Cameron thoughtfully.

"Not anymore," laughed Tonks. "It was one of his main reasons for refusing me, though. We actually dated for several months and then he broke up with me…after his best friend died. We separated for a year…it was the worst year of my life."

"So how did you get back together?"

"Well, it was the night Dumbledore died, to tell you the truth. Bill Weasley—he's Ginny's brother—she was the redhead—and anyway, he was attacked by a werewolf who wasn't transformed. Scars all over his face, we didn't know if he'd make it. Anyway, he had been extremely handsome. And was engaged to this beautiful, beautiful French girl, Fleur. Molly Weasley, his mother, had never gotten along with the girl. Anyway, she was looking over Bill right after he'd been bitten, and Fleur comes into the hospital wing. Molly thought she wouldn't want to marry him because of his looks, and she basically gave Molly the most forceful lecture on true love I've ever heard. Remus and I were sitting there, and I turned on him."

"Bet he loved that," laughed Cameron. "But I mean, it's different, I guess. Remus seemed so nice. House is—so apathetic."

"He kind of reminded me of a good-natured Snape or something," confessed Hermione. She then turned to Doctor Cameron.

"I think you should go for it."

"I have, Hermione; it isn't that easy." She then smiled painfully. "So… is there anything going on between you and Harry?"

Hermione chuckled. "No," she replied earnestly. "Though the press did have a field day with that notion a few years back…. No, Harry and I have always just been best friends. He and Ginny are in love. I, unfortunately, am with the bottomless pit otherwise known as Ron Weasley," she joked. Cameron grinned.

"He's your other best friend, right?" Hermione nodded. Then she paused for a moment.

"Do you get odd cases often? I mean, it definitely looked like you all do, and if I'm right you're quite good at solving them…but do you think you can find out what's wrong with Harry?" Cameron closed her eyes slowly before answering in a would-be cheerful voice.

"We've got the latest technology on our hands and I'm working with extremely bright doctors. And, yes, we've saved a good number of people. The only thing different about this case is the whole element of magic, but that shouldn't pose a problem if it's really a normal illness."

"You're quite accomplished at evading questions," said Tonks wryly. Cameron frowned.

"I'm not going to make a situation seem hopeless when we haven't even looked at the patient," countered Cameron, annoyed. She took a deep breath before falling into a nervous sleep, wondering what they were doing by coming into this world and trying to heal its savior.

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Meanwhile, in the dorm across the hall, an entirely different conversation was ensuing.

"It's weird that this is a school," muttered Foreman as he examined the window and tapped on it lightly. "Did you see those pictures on our way up? They moved!"

"Yeah," said Chase contemplatively. "But the people seem weird. Different. I mean, there are a lot more of us in the world and here they are acting as if we're some sort of rarity, calling us… muggles, was it?"

"Yeah," said Foreman, shaking his head. "Now we're being prejudiced against because we can't do magic." Chase raised his eyebrows.

"Listen up," said House suddenly.

"What's up?" asked Foreman, looking at House quizzically as he stood up from his bed.

"I have a feeling they're not going to let us back in here," he said, looking at the ceiling thoughtfully. "In the school. Foreman, Chase. I need you to find this kid's dormitory—Harry Potter. Also check out some classrooms, possibly the kitchens. Take some samples of anything unusual."

Foreman and Chase exchanged a glance. "Can Cameron come with us?" whined Chase. "Just because she's a girl doesn't mean that—"

"No," said House. "Just the two of you. Lighten up; it must be at least an hour after curfew. What could possibly go wrong?"

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