Harry Potter and the Knights of Caesar

Dr. Frost has always said there were going to be days like this. Days where it seemed that no matter what one did, they could not prevent the death of another. Sebastian had always taken that piece of advice for granted. It had been almost a year since he became an attending physician at Dresden Memorial Hospital in northern San Francisco and until this morning he had never lost a patient. Thousands of people were saved at his hands with not one life to spare. His story was news worthy, people would flock in from countries all over the world to be treated by the famous Dr. Cale. He would be the most sought after and highest paid Doctor in the country.

This is exactly what he was looking to avoid. Sebastian Cale was not like other doctors at Dresden Memorial. Matter of fact, he wasn't like any other doctor in the world. This was mostly due to the fact that he was seventeen years old and not a certified doctor.

Sebastian was a student at the prestigious Wakanda Academy in Arizona. At a young age he was put into an accelerated learning program, his focus turning quickly to medicine. At first this was only to follow in the footsteps of his father but quickly discovered he had a talent and power that trained professionals had only obtained after years of schooling. Why does power matter in the field of medicine? Well... Wakanda Academy is a school for magic and as they say in the old country, he's is a fucking wizard.

After an early graduation he began an internship at one of the country's most notable healing facilities. It was going quite well until he took it upon himself to correct a simple pharmaceutical error. This correction put our young friend so low on the list of desirable positions in the hospital, even the rats in the morgue were talking shit to him. And once rodents are speaking to you in a negative fashion, it's time to make a change. So he made one.

It wasn't that hard really. Sliding off the grid is a lot easier to do when no one is looking for you. Especially when you were going from magic to muggle. The only thing that he really had to work on were the distinct cultural differences. Limiting his vocabulary, walking across the room to pick up something, and not pulling out his wand on a knee jerk reaction were at the top of the list. But from that point on it was a cake walk. Forging credentials, securing a resident spot at one of the countries most valued hospitals, even projecting the image of a man in his early forties. Magic made everything easier, especially when it came to jumbling some memories.

This brings us back to this morning. Three young men, all in their late teens were brought into the I.C.U after they had all apparently fallen into seizure fits that seemed like they were never going to end. The entire staff seemed to focus themselves on the case but found their efforts were to no avail. Sebastian was eventually called in to oversee the situation. It only took a few moments for him to identify the ailment. It's hard to forget the look on a persons face while under the effects of the Cruciatus curse.

"FINITE!"

Everything stopped, the nurses' feet held themselves cemented to the sterile tiles, the patients kept themselves were frozen to the rumpled beneath them, everything in the room seemed to be transfixed on the young wizard. His illusion had fallen, it had taken too much energy to counteract all three spells...but not enough to stop him from casting one last spell. Quickly he turned to the astonished mob, wand in hand.

"OBLIVIATE!"

Quickly supplying the group with a false memory before sliding away to his office for a nice comfy area to pass out. He lay there for what seemed like hours... days even, until a knock came to the door.

"Dr. Cale?"

Looking up from his desk he could see the silhouette a young woman carefully hidden beneath a set of large scrubs. Placing his hands up on his desk he looked around the room carefully... his wand was safely hidden away. Nothing conspicuous out in the open, everything is in order.

"Yes, Lori?"

Lori Talon, a new nurse here at the hospital. The first person on staff that Sebastian had hired himself. Very dedicated, not the most dominant of personalities though.

"There are some men here to see you..."

"Can you ask them to come back later, please? I am not in any form to entertain guests at the moment."

"One of them is rather insistent, sir. Says his name is Dumbledore..."

And there it is. As if god himself was setting up a gigantic mouse trap just for good ole Dr.Cale. Well... if he was there... it was no use hiding any longer.

"Send them in please, Lori." Sebastian placed his hands up on the table and intertwined his fingers.

"Yes, Sir"

The distorted silhouette of the nurse disappeared from behind the warped glass of his office window and returned shortly after with two more in line behind him. Slowly the door opened and the trio stepped inside.

"You're not Dumbledore."

"No I'm not... and you're not a Doctor, Mr.Cale."