Title: James Wilson and the Lost Memories

Rating: T (for the future)

Crossover: House/ Harry Potter

Summary: After Wilson makes all the light flicker without knowing he did so, House is out to find how he did it. What House doesn't know is about Wilson's past and the glimpse of a memory to which he holds so tightly.

xXxXxXx Back at the PPTH xXxXxXx

House was walking outside Wilson's office when he heard a loud CRACK! noise from the inside. House heard voices and couldn't recognize them so he opened the door just in time to see one of these men grab hold of Wilson and they disappeared with another CRACK!.

House blinked his eyes a few times and tried to wrap his brain around what he had just witnessed but none of this made any sense.

"House, are you okay?" Chase questioned when he saw his boss walk back into the Diagnostic office.

"I think I am hallucinating." House said rubbing his eyes.

"What have you taken?" Chase asked getting up and pulling out his pen light.

"Nothing. But I just watched Wilson disappear from his office with a crack noise."

Chase raised an eyebrow. "By himself?"

"No there were two guys in suits with him why?" House was now looking at Chase quizzically.

"Oh um nothing."

"You know something. And if you value your job I suggest you speak."

"I value my magic more." Chase said under his voice and House's eyes widened.

"What?"

"I have to go." Chase left quickly.

xXxXxXx CARMA xXxXxXx

Wilson stood amongst a group of six men. They were all looking at him and a few had these sticks out and pointing them at him. They were the same stick things that he was looking for in his dream. Wilson looked around the room and something about what was happening seemed natural or familiar.

"What's is going on?" Wilson finally asked.

"James, we thought you were dead and we are just amazed to see you alive." A tall man with a British accent stated to him.

This man Wilson was sure he had never seen before in his life and yet he felt as though he knew him. "Who are you?"

The man looked at James in the face studying him. "Kingsley, from the Order." The Minister paused a moment then realized what was going on. "James do you know who you are?"

"I don't remember much of my life, I was in some kind of accident several years ago. Now I am James Wilson Head of Oncology at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital in Princeton, New Jersey." Wilson watched as the men around him took in the information. "Do you know who I used to be?"

"We have reason to believe you were, are, James Potter. Married to Lily Evans Potter and father to…"

"Harry." Wilson finished for Kingsley.

"You remember them?" Kingsley asked him.

"No, just names. I can remember telling Lily to get Harry and I would stall someone but then there was this green light and I can't remember anymore." Wilson tried to dig deeper for the lost memories. Wilson was silent for a moment then asked, "They are dead aren't they?"

"Lily died that day trying to save young Harry, but Harry lived and has since grown into a wonderful man. Harry is responsible for saving our world from Lord Voldemort, ten years ago."

"I have a son," Wilson stated. Wilson wasn't quite sure if he was believing all of this.