Forgot to add my intro for this chapter, lol. Things were getting weirder by the second as I wrote this, but I can't wait for Chase's adventure with the Harry Potter trio :)))) Yum.

"Interesting," said Chase, and like a teacher reacting to a student's good but off-the-point essay.

Cradled in Professor Dumbledore's palm was a modest quantity of shiny particles giving off a hint of pink.

"Looks like crushed diamonds to me," said Chase, but when he peered closer at those rock-edged grains, having a sense of meticulous observation of a doctor, he saw that in each of them moved a milky smoke-like snaky haze. It had a liquid-like quality to it. "Hmm," he then breathed, unimpressed. "There we go with the magic again." He looked up at the professor, pointed a finger to his white palm. "Are those supposed to make your head spin, or turn your ears into big fans, or something medically illogical like that?"

"They are Dust Brains," cried Professor Dumbledore effectively. "Each grain of these will switch your brain usage one-eighty degrees."

"You're serious," Chase said, more like an exclamation than a question. "What do you want to do with these?"

"Switch House's brain, of course," Dumbledore explained, a smile on the corner of his silver hair-stashed mouth. "There's not a chance he would see this world the way you see it now. He will completely shut his eyes to it, and perceive it as one of his drug-enthused hallucinations – which I'm sure, won't stop him from taking his Vicodin this time also," he added with a disproving tone. "To House, worlds like ours only exist in people who need to have their brains cut open and manually adjusted. I heard he did that to a patient once. He couldn't stand her imagination. However, his boiling malice towards her when she was still able to use it after she'd been cured proved to me that it was something which lack of in his life made him purely unhappy, and he was aware of that. House needs a change of mind, or else, how do you expect him to help our little Ginny?"

"What?" said Chase momentarily.

"Ginny needs to be saved," explained Dumbledore again. "She has a condition in her lungs that doesn't allow her to jump over the Giant Ramp to get to Phogenous."

"Who?"

"Phogenous is a very prominent Constellation in the June and July stars. She needs to race over that ramp and reach him, to have the conversation she's meant to have about the wars breaking."

"Ek – excuse me?" Chase shifted really uncomfortably in his chair. The woman beside him, Mrs. Sprout as he recalled, focused on the tip of her wand like a woman would look at her nails when she didn't want to say what she was thinking of. He knew he looked stupid to her, but they looked even crazier than he'd imagined.

"The Prophecy says so," said Dumbledore in a darkly mood, glowering more and more at Chase, like it was some textbook Chase was supposed to be aware of, let alone capable of absorbing it. "By the last June of the year the war is meant to break in, a girl from the Weasley family of the Burrow will fly over the Giant Ramp, shooting to the stars to find Sir Constel Phogenous and negotiate with him to keep the flaming stars to our side. They will refrain from lighting the way for the enemy, and will send their energies through our side's bodies."

"Hmm," said Chase again. "Good story." He looked around like he was casually waiting for another conversation to start, looked at his watch and jumped. "Holy Jesus, I've got a case to go back to." Then he turned up to Dumbledore expectantly, his wrist still raised to his nose.

"So you agree then, Dr. Chase," said Dumbledore, as though he wouldn't take no for an answer. He took the bottle of Vicodin from Chase's front on the desk, emptied it completely, making a sign to Professor Sprout, who with her wand made the remaining pills on his leather padded desk vanish. Then he peered down from his half-moon shaped glasses at the sparkly salmon-tinted sand in his hand, giving off a greyish glow, and said carefully, pointing his wand with the other, "We'll have to disguise it, of course."

Chase realized what the man was doing.

"Wait, I didn't say I would…"

POOF!

The sand along with its glow on Dumbledore's palm vanished, replaced by House's very own, very familiar Vicodin pills.

"Impressing," breathed Chase, staring at them. "Wait, I think he's going to need a lot more of those."

Dumbledore arced his lip humorously, but instantly snapped his wand above the pills again and they multiplied. Then keeping his wand raised, he lowered his pill-filled palm under his desk, but the pills remained hovering in the place they were in, and moving his wand slowly, they neatly filled the open bottle by themselves. Dumbledore took the lid and closed it tight; handing it to Chase like a gift that had been wrapped.

Staring at it with a hungry smile, Chase took it.

"This will activate House's right side brain, making him believe in the Wizarding World and not throw jokes every time he turns his head in Hogwarts," the Headmaster stated firmly, sitting back in his chair authoritatively. Chase let out a flimsy giggle.

"Yeah, sorry about that," he said. "Sorry to say, too, that it will happen anyway."

"Well, yes, we could all enjoy a bit of sarcasm, but not to the point that would create a solid barrier between him and us."

"Nice meeting you," said Chase truthfully, reaching out a hand that didn't exceed the edge of the man's leather-padded desk on Chase's side. Dumbledore stretched out his and shook hands with Chase, who goggled at the light blue hem of his sleeve, silvery embroidered. He turned up to the Headmaster's equally silvery beard that answered sparkles to the ones his clothes gave out, and nodded politely with pursed lips.

Professor Sprout rose behind him and led him to the door. "We will see you again soon," she said gaily.

"Wait, how?"

"We'll have our ways of contacting you," he heard the Headmaster's placid voice from inside the office, sounding occupied already.

"Cool," said Chase, and "Sayonara," in his Australian accent. He hopped backwards onto the spiral staircase, which now spiraled down.