Legal Disclaimer: I own my stuff, but not the original source material. That belongs to whoever. Also, the opinions and interpretations I use here may not reflect the same in said whoever that owns the source material. Look, I'm just a poor college librarian. Suing me isn't going to get you anything but tears.

Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. There's also canon typical references to medical issues & treatment along with implied child starvation. Feel free to back out if need be.

Author's Note: I laughed so hard at how many of y'all picked up where House had been hiding Harry. I cannot express how delighted I was to know that I was going to pull the exact same trick that House was playing on Wilson.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 16); MC4A (Year 5)
Individual Challenges: Red Lights; Red Bull; Medic MC; Neurodivergent; Rian-Russo Inversion [x2]; Ethnic & Present; Small Fry (Y); Hold the Mayo; Zed Era; Old Shoes (Y); New Fandom Smell (Y); In a Flash; The Real MC (Y); Two Cakes (Y); Eating Cake (Y)
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 16 – Assignment 07
Subject (Task No.): n/a
Other Hogwarts Challenges: 365 [194](Illegal); 1000 Prompts Challenge [979](Silence); Hogwarts Gardens [PI 16](Hospital)
Other MC4A Challenges: SpB [4E](Starlight); TrB [5A](Gatekeeper); Chim [Reta] ("The Anonymous Ones" - Dear Evan Hanson; Sienna);Hunt [Sp Con](Jello);
Representation(s): Desi & Autistic Harry Potter; Dursleys' A-Plus Parenting; Chimera Song Prompt
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Found Family; Nontraditional; Machismo; Peddling Pots; Second Verse (Ladylike; Not a Lamp); Chorus (Odd Feathers; Wabi Sabi)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: Once (Moses Supposes); T3 (Terse; Tether); SN (Rail; Negate)
Word Count: 498 words

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House & Homes
Promises
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Remy tried to smile as she set up the IV. It felt fake even to her, so it probably ended up being more of a grimace. Not that she thought it mattered to her patient. He didn't seem to be paying any more attention than House paid the consultation arguments when he processing. His green eyes were focused on the space documentary that House had put on the television hanging in the corner when he had been commandeered the room for this illegal medical procedure. The hand not attached to the arm she was pushing a needle into was pulled back into the sleeve of his oversized sweater (so strange in summer temperatures outside right now) and curled around a sealed jello cup like he was afraid that someone was going to take it away.

The boy looked just as bad as his blood suggested that he would. His sienna skin had an unnatural paleness to it, like he spent far too much time indoors. Of course, that could have just as easily been due to the severe anemia. His dark hair was a wild mixture of cowlicks and curls, made even more messy by how none of the strands seemed to be the same length due to brittleness. His cheeks had the same gauntness as the waifs in a UNICEF commercial. The already intimidatingly large needle necessary for the transfusion looks even larger pressed into the bend of his thin arm.

"Hey," she called softly, waiting until the kid shifted his gaze from the thermal vents being shown on the screen to somewhere around her left ear before she continued, "I'm going to start the transfusion in a minute. After I do, someone will need to stay with you and right now that's me. Do you need anything before we start?"

She waited for the kid to say something. House hadn't bothered when he had been setting the kid up in the room. At the same time, House had directed several questions at the kid's general direction with the same silence that she was getting now as a result. The key difference came back to what it tended to do in these kinds of situations: House seemed to understand what no one else did. Wasn't that why people wanted to work with him despite his overall abrasiveness and impulsivity?

But the kid didn't say anything. His face stayed in the same blank expression except for his gaze shifting towards the door that House had limped out a half hour before. Remy frowned in realization.

"Hey," she called again, dragging his attention back to her left ear, "he'll be back later." The kid dropped his focus to the pocket of her coat. "House said he would, and he's nothing if not honest, brutally so."

The kid gave a single nod of acknowledgment before turning his gaze back to the documentary that was now talking about the wavelengths of stars in the Ursa Major cluster. She started the transfusion.

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To Be Continued
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