Several hours after falling into bed, exhausted after her illness, Cameron found herself being shaken awake. "What's going on?" she asked sleepily, sitting up. Her head was still pounding slowly.

"House needs us all. We're going to take a look at the patient again. He woke up." Cameron opened her eyes and focused on Chase.

"He's awake?" she asked, surprise lamented into her voice.

"Yeah. Just a moment ago. He seems to be in an all-right state," said Chase hurriedly. "But we don't know how long it'll last. Come on, quick."

"I'm coming," sighed Cameron, standing up as Chase left the room. She quickly dressed and found her way into the room in which the patient had been comatose hours before. The boy was currently sitting up in bed, and House, Chase, and Foreman were asking him questions by his bedside. House looked up as Cameron entered the room.

"Cameron—meet Harry Potter. Potter, this is the last of your doctors, Allison Cameron. She was previously incapacitated due to the ingenuity of the—Weasley twins." Cameron studied Harry, smiling, as he looked up at her. She was stricken by the intensity of his bright-green eyes.

"Hi, Harry. It's nice to meet you," she said, watching him intently.

"You too," he whispered hoarsely.

"So, Harry," began House thoughtfully. "You've had migraines, three separate comas, delusions, and hallucinations. Am I correct so far?" Harry nodded. "And this all started after coming into contact with a locket," he said, glancing at the clipboard he was holding, "that held a piece of a man's soul?" Harry's eyes widened.

"They—told you?" he coughed, his eyes turning stormy with anger.

"They had to. We might be your last chance," said Cameron empathetically. "Your other doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong. We think you may have a—Muggle illness."

"Then why do you need to know the specifics of what I'm doing magically?" he asked, his voice a bit more clear after being exercised.

"Any information helps," said Foreman seriously. "Now have you been out of the country in the past few years?"

"Never," said Harry.

"Any strange environments? Excessive dirt, animals?" asked Chase.

"Not in real life," said Harry. "In pensives, I suppose."

"Pensive?" asked House, frowning.

"They're preserved memories," explained Harry. "You can remove them from your mind and then take a look at them from another perspective."

"So you're not really there?" asked Cameron.

"No."

"Do you have any other symptoms? Any new ones?"

"I'm kind of stiff," said Harry. "And my head still hurts like hell."

"Does he still have a fever?" House asked Chase.

"Yes; it's 101.5," he answered.

"All right, then. We'll be coming back for some tests later," House said to Harry, who nodded.

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In the diagnostics room, House paced in front of the whiteboard while Cameron, Foreman, and Chase discussed the symptoms.

"Some variant of Influenza would explain the fever and aches," said Cameron thoughtfully.

"No, an infection is far more likely than a Virus. Nobody else has contracted anything," said Chase, looking at his notes intently.

"But his lymph nodes aren't swollen," argued Cameron. She then looked at House, who was writing on the board. "He hasn't complained of a cough," she said, confused.

"Yet. Didn't you hear him in there?"

"Sarcoidosis could explain a cough, and his aches, and the fatigue," added Foreman.

"His lymph nodes would be swollen," said Cameron again.

"Or it could be TB," said House. "And if we treat for Sarcoidosis and he has Tuberculosis, it could kill him."

"But his body isn't fighting off infection!"

"Okay, then something's wrong with his Immune System," said House thoughtfully.

"But then it could still be Viral," said Cameron. "Viral Meningitis?" House was silent for a moment.

"Does he have a history of Migraines?" The ducklings looked at each other blankly. "We need to divide up the symptoms. If he has two diseases, we have to see which symptoms belong to which diseases, and which, if any, are completely unrelated. Chase, do an MRI. When he's done, I want Foreman to get a CAT scan of the lungs. Cameron, go find out more information from those people about the classes Henry took—"

"Harry."

"Whatever. Find out about Pensives, the general environment, and whether any of his friends have been out of the country lately." He looked at his employees expectantly. "What are you waiting for? Go!"

"How are you feeling?" asked Hermione sympathetically as Cameron walked into the kitchen.

"Better," she smiled, taking a seat between Ginny and a red-head she hadn't been introduced to yet.

"Hi, I'm Charlie," he said, smiling and extending a hand marred by a large burn.

"Allison," said Cameron, smiling.

"How's Harry doing?" asked Ginny immediately.

"He's doing well, considering he just lapsed out of a Coma. We're going to try and keep him out of it."

"Do you know what's wrong with him yet?" asked Ron worriedly.

"We're not sure, but we're running some tests. We've got a few ideas that are possibilities." Cameron watched as Ginny nodded slowly. She took a deep breath before speaking again. "I need to ask you guys a few more questions about—magic and all, and about Harry's life." Ginny, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances.

"We can't right now," said Hermione.

"There's something we have to go look at, and we need to leave in about five minutes. My Dad is picking us up," explained Ron. Cameron nodded.

"All right then. I suppose I can ask later. When will you all be back?"

"A few hours," said Ginny. "We'll be home by dinnertime."

"Okay. I'll just go back upstairs and do some research," answered Cameron.

"Doesn't that ever get boring?" asked Charlie amusedly. "I'm sure they can do without you for an hour or so. Do you want to go see some Wizarding shops?"

"I don't know," answered Cameron quickly. "I should stay here. Didn't that Tonks say we couldn't leave?"

"Please. Nobody in our world even knows you exist right now. I have a wand; if we're attacked or something I will know what to do. You can see Fred and George's joke shop—it's brilliant."

Cameron smiled tolerantly. "I don't think—"

"Come on, you know you're bored here!" exclaimed Charlie, laughing. "Here, you can ask me all you want about magic. You'll still be doing your job; just in a different building."

"You should go," piped in Ginny.

"Yeah," added Ron, "It very well might be awhile before you leave this dump again," he said, looking around at the kitchen.

"All right," laughed Cameron. "I'll go. But we have to be back soon. House won't be happy if I'm not back here by the time Cuddy arrives."

"Great," said Charlie. "Let's go. You tell me about your work, I'll tell you about mine."

Hermione watched with curiosity as Charlie coaxed Cameron into the Floo and the two left for Diagon Alley.

"D'you think he likes her?" asked Ron thoughtfully.

"I'm not quite sure," answered Ginny with an air of contemplation. "But it'd be interesting if he did."

"You do think that Diagon Alley will be safe, right?" asked Hermione worriedly.

"It should be—it'll definitely seem quite dark, though," Ginny replied. "I wonder why he's taking her there of all places. Not much left to see."

"No kidding."

"So let's go over the plan again," said Ginny.

"When Dad comes, we have him escort us to King's Cross, saying we're going to St. Mungo's to meet Neville," said Ron. "In our disguises, of course."

"I hate my glamour charm," said Ginny halfheartedly.

Ron ignored her. "And then we go to the next stop and create an unauthorized portkey to Knockturn Alley. You remember the incantation, 'Mione?" Hermione nodded. "Then, while all the Ministry officials are busy—Kingsley told me this morning that he'd give us some diversion time—we Apparate to Godric's Hollow. Everyone understand?"

"Yes," said Hermione. "Then we get into the cellar and find the Horcrux," she added in a low whisper.

That evening, Grimmauld Place was strikingly quiet. Molly Weasley hummed to herself as she prepared dinner. She was so happy that Harry had woken up, yet she was also still extremely worried about the poor boy. And her own children weren't in the best of shapes, either. Bill was still recovering from his attack. Percy still wasn't on good terms with the rest of the family. Ron and Ginny were up to something—getting themselves into danger, and she had to sit by and watch helplessly.

A lot of people were coming to dinner tonight. Kingsley had agreed to come, and Arthur was getting off of work early. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny had said they'd be home for dinner. Fred and George couldn't be kept away from one of their mother's home-cooked meals. Charlie was probably staying, and poor Draco was still in the house. Add in Harry (though he wouldn't be joining them at the table) and the four—no, five doctors, and there was quite a bunch. Molly also wanted to send something over for Tonks and Remus—the full moon had been yesterday, and he was likely feeling very ill.

Suddenly, Molly looked up as Charlie and Allison Cameron stumbled into the room via the Floo. They were both laughing loudly.

"Where have you two been?" she asked curiously.

"Diagon Alley," said Charlie, grinning. "We went to the twins' joke shop."

"Were there many people there?" she asked in a would-be nonchalant voice. But most everyone knew that she was very proud of Fred and George's business flair.

"It was packed," said Cameron. "Those boys are so funny. All of those people," she said, smiling and shaking her head.

"Katie, Angelina, and Lee Jordan were there," Charlie explained to his Mum. She smiled tolerantly.

"I hope they didn't make you test any of their products," she said under her breath.

"Oh, no. But I almost want to go back and buy some!" she said in disbelief. "House would love that shop," she said quietly. "He's always pulling some trick or another to get off Clinic Duty at the hospital," she explained. "What time is Cuddy getting in?" she then asked the older Witch.

"Oh, I forgot to tell Arthur to pick her up!" Molly exclaimed. "She'll be here in about two hours, I expect. Charlie, would you be a dear and pick this woman up from the Muggle airport? Do you know your way around those things?"

"I took Muggle studies," he shrugged. "I'll be fine."

"You'll need a portkey," said Molly apologetically. "Why don't you run up to Hogwarts and ask Minerva about it?"

"Sure thing, Mum," answered Charlie, grinning good-naturedly. "I'll stop by and ask Hagrid and Grawp to dinner." Mrs. Weasley's jaw dropped.

"No!"

"Relax, Mum. I'm only kidding."

"Invite Hagrid. Not Grawp, please. We've got enough people here without a Giant!"

"A giant?" asked Cameron curiously.

"Yeah," said Charlie, grinning. "Well, I'm off. Thanks for coming to Diagon Alley with me."

"Any time," smiled Cameron. "Thanks for answering all my questions."

"Right. See you later," he said, before disappearing back into the fireplace and yelling, "Hogwarts!" With a gust of flames, he was gone.

"So how do you like the Wizarding World?" asked Mrs. Weasley, bustling around and smiling at Cameron encouragingly.

"It's interesting," said Cameron thoughtfully. "I—I like it, but it's so different. I never could have imagined that something like this existed. And all the people I've met are very nice."

"Well, you've met the good ones, then," said Molly thoughtfully. "There are a lot of bad Witches and Wizards, too. Too many," she said sadly. "We all want this war to be over." When Cameron didn't say anything, she changed the subject. "So I take it you've met most of my children?"

"I've met Bill, Charlie, Ginny, Ron, and Fred and George. Is that all?"

"Oh," said Molly. "No, no, that's not all. Percy. He's in between Charlie and the twins. He—we don't know where exactly his loyalties lie. He's not in the Order."

"Oh," answered Cameron.

"So are you married? Do you have a boyfriend?" pressed Mrs. Weasley.

"No," said Cameron sadly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to pry. I just saw rings in your bag earlier when we were trying to change you into some dry clothes. I assumed—"

"My husband died, years ago. He had Cancer."

"Oh, you poor dear! I'm so sorry; I had no idea."

"No, it's fine," said Cameron. But she was cut off when she could hear yelling upstairs. It was Chase.

"I need some Epi, Stat!" Cameron glanced at Mrs. Weasley and raced upstairs and into the room where medicines and injections were being stored. Shaking, she grabbed the vial and hurried into Harry's room.

"What happened?" she questioned Chase, as Foreman and House came running.

"He's going into Anaphylactic shock! Quick!" She hurried over to Harry, who was writhing on the bed and clutching his neck, and injected the hormone into his veins.

"All right, he's stabilizing," said Foreman, who had given Harry an Oxygen mask.

"When did he go into shock?" asked House as soon as they had stabilized Harry.

"After the CT scan," said Foreman. "He must have an allergy to the dye."

"Wonderful," said House, glancing at Harry. He then turned to Cameron. "Where have you been?" She groaned.

"I was asking Charlie Weasley questions, because Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had to leave."

"What did you find out?"

"A lot, actually. A few of the animals Harry's been in contact with—Magical ones, though… he gave me a book on them that we can look at," she said, taking a copy of "Magical Beasts and Where to Find Them," from her purse. "And I found out a little bit about pensives. Did the MRI show anything?" she asked.

"Yeah," said Foreman. "Come on into the Conference room." Cameron nodded and followed him.

"So he's okay?" asked Mrs. Weasley, her voice full of concern. She had followed Cameron up the stairs and had watched as Harry's reaction was stabilized.

"For now," said House ominously. "Come on."

Two hours later, on the dot, people started pouring in for dinner. Fred and George were the first to arrive, and Mrs. Weasley sent them upstairs to fetch the doctors and to find Draco Malfoy. Next, Kingsley Shacklebolt arrived, bringing with him Hestia Jones. When Arthur walked into the kitchen, Molly sent him out to the Lupins' with a basket of food. Hagrid was the next to arrive, and at the moment, he and Hestia and Kingsley were deep in discussion about recent changes in Ministry Procedure.

Molly looked up as Draco thundered down the stairs, muttering angrily about stupid inventions. Of course, he was followed a minute later by Fred and George, and two minutes after them came the Muggles. Molly ushered everyone to the tables, where they sat chatting contentedly. The Floo lit up again, and Arthur re-entered Headquarters.

"Arthur, did you guys catch that maniac with the flesh-eating computer?" asked Kingsley loudly over the noise. Arthur shook his head angrily and started to say something when the front doors burst open.

"MUM!"

"HOUSE!"

"MUGGLES! FILTH! BEGONE FROM THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS!"

"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Molly. She stood up and raced into the front hallway. House and his ducklings exchanged foreboding glances.

"Cuddy's here," said House thoughtfully. The entire table waited in silence as Fred and George leaped up to go help their mother.

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME SHE DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT BLOODY MAGIC!"

"WELL I DIDN'T KNOW, CHARLIE!"

"SOMEONE HAD BETTER EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"

"FILTH! DIRT! BESMIRCHING THE HOUSE OF BLACK! HOW DARE YOU!"

Everyone watched with anticipation as Cuddy marched into the kitchen, Charlie and Mrs. Weasley hot on her heels.

"HOUSE!" exclaimed Cuddy the second she laid eyes on him. "EXPLAIN!"

The ensuing pause was intense enough on its own. It didn't help that not a moment later, the fireplace brightened and turned green, and three bloody, out-of-breathteenagers were spewed from it successively.

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