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 he holds so tightly to.

Disclaimer: I do not own House or Harry Potter or the characters of either story….

Chapter 7

xXxXxXx House's apartment the same night xXxXxXx

The clock read midnight and there was a gentle knock on the door of House's apartment.

"I'm not getting up," House yelled from his place on the couch. "If that is you, Wilson, you have a key and i expect you to use it."

Wilson fumbled through his keys and pulled out the one for House's apartment and put it in the door. "We need to talk." Wilson said as he entered the dark apartment.

"You think." House laughed. A lot had happened recently and there was a lot that needed to be discussed before the could return to life as normal or as normal as could be expected.

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After leaving the hospital, Harry had taken Wilson to his home in Godrick's Hollow. The sights of the area was completely foreign to him and yet the smells of the flowers growing and the wind as it blew gentle was so familiar to him he was sure this was home. There are studies that say the sense of smell is more deeply rooted in memory then any other of the senses. Wilson would support this study in everyway at this moment. For the first time since the accident he knew that he was missing something in his memory, before he was told that he was missing part of his memories (his life), but for the first time he knew there was something that had once been there that is now gone.

Harry had shown Wilson the pictures of James, Lily, Sirius, Remus and Peter when they were in school. Wilson knew the faces. He knew that Peter had done something wrong but could not tell Harry was it was. He knew that Sirius was his best friend and that Remus had a secret but again the detail were not there. When he saw a picture of Lily, the love and the hurt of her loss was there. The feeling for her were so strong there were undeniable. Wilson finally realised why his other marriages had failed. He loved Lily and the pain of her death hurt him in ways he never thought he would recover from.

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Wilson told House of all that he had learned from Harry that evening. He told House about his history that he knew and the history he had just been filled in about. Wilson talked for hours and House just sat there and listened.

"...And the worse part is they are all dead. Everyone from my old life died during the Wars, the wars against a dark wizard called Voldemort. I don't know anything about him, everyone seems uneasy when his name is brought up." Wilson was finally done, he took a deep breath and crashed down on the couch next to House.

"So you have been 'dead' for the past what twenty-five years?" House asked after a long silence.

"Yeah, I guess so." Wilson laughed. "Poor Harry, he has lived his whole life without parents. He was sent to live with his aunt and uncle, they were abusive and mean to him. All because I couldn't handle..." Wilson's head dropped into his hands and he sighed.

"You can't blame yourself for that." House stated sounding completely out of character.

Wilson knew it really wasn't his fault but he still felt guilty.

"So you are a dad?" House laughed at his friend.

Wilson laughed harder, "Not just a dad, I am a grandpa."

House stared at him in dismay and shock then busted out in laughter.