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Warning(s): Fem!Harry
Massive Alternate Universe
Possible OOC Characters
Elements from other series (House MD)
Medical Terminologies, Procedures and Descriptions not 100% accurate
Un-Betaed

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor Dr. Strange. They belong to their respective owners. I make no profit in writing this piece only to sate my imaginative mind and to improve my writing skill. This is a work of Fanfiction.

Metro General Hospital
New York
2010

"Lianthe Carmina Evans, 28, currently working as the Chief of Orthopedics in Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital at New Jersey. Yada, yada, yada…" Stephen Strange threw the file back on his table and looked up to the other doctors seated around the big round table.

"What am I supposed to do with this? You guys have to been trying to get her here for the last two years. I still can't see what's so important about her that you people are clamoring and desperate to lick her ass to consider." He continued, his eyes narrowing at each and every one of the doctors who for the most part looked rather sheepish at his words.

"She came highly recommended by the Military, Strange. And she would be a huge asset to the Hospital if we manage to persuade her."

Stephen rolled his eyes. "You do realize that she's a lost cause? If she's been rejecting or in this case reflecting all attempts to convince her to join us then what does that tell you?" he droned on, the conference room became silent. Stephen sighed. "Look, she's the head of the Orthopedics in PPTH and she had made it clear that she has no plan on leaving." Stephen continued.

"Besides, if she did study under Dr. Gregory House then she might be just as bad as him—personality wise."

…

"So Palmer, what do you have for me?" Stephen asked as he reclined back to his office as his colleague and fellow doctor, Dr. Christine Palmer stood cross armed in front of him. After the impromptu and completely unnecessary department head meetings (in his opinion), he quickly retreated back to his office to somewhat relaxed himself before his shift ends.

He still have a couple of hours left.

"Right, so we have multiple MVA brought in just a couple of minutes ago. We have two spinal cord injuries, one lumbar misalignment and another possible c3-c4 fractures." The blonde doctor recited as she read the files in her hands.

Stephen stared at her and scoffed. "Hmmm… Have West deal with them. It's not interesting enough. I'm sure they are in his capable arms."

Christine sighed, expecting that kind of dismissal from the neurosurgeon. She didn't know why she even bothers to bring these up to Stephen in the first place. He would only take on cases that actually proved to be challenge and interesting to him. Christine thinks that it's very unprofessional even for someone as Stephen Vincent Strange. But what can she do? The hospital would gladly step over his eccentricities just to keep him in the hospital.

"Right, knew you would say that." She pulled out a chair from the side of the room and sat down in front of Stephen's desk. "So, how did the meeting go?" she asked.

Stephen groaned and leaned his head back on his high backed chair. "Absolutely ridiculous, they are still neck deep on pulling out Evans from PPTH and have her join MGH."

He glanced back at Christine and watched her open her mouth to say something. "Well she is a world famous orthopedic surgeon and a great diagnostician, not to mention she served for the Military for a couple of years and a full-pledge Ranger."

"Oh God, not you too! Careful there Palmer you some drool on the corner of your mouth." Stephen grumbled, he just can't understand what the fuzz was about. Dr. Lianthe Evans. Though world famous, she rarely appears on public. He had seen her in a couple of doctor conferences over the years but that's just it.

"Shut up! Maybe if you knew her personally you would understand."

Now it's his turn to raise a questioning brow at Christine. "And you know her personally then?" he drawled out.

"Well, she was my classmate back at John Hopkins and we did worked together on some projects back then." Christine replied.

"And that's supposed to prove something to me then?" Stephen retorted.

Christine huffed. "You're impossible." Her face then turned serious. "Heard there's going to be a huge neurology-orthopedic conference sometime late this year or next year. What do you think?"

"Yep, date is not yet final and Hospital Admin demanded that I join and give an hour or so lecture."

"Think Dr. Evans or even Dr. House will be there?"

"Why would Dr. House be there? He's a diagnostician, not an orthopedist nor a neurologist."

"Oh I don't know maybe because Dr. Evans is his protégé?"

Stephen scoffed. "That's stupid." His grey eyes traveled down the pile of papers that he had with him during the meeting. He zeroed in at Dr. Evans photo attached to her file. He took notice of her dark curls. It was only the first time that the neurosurgeon actually looked at her photo properly. She looked young to be a 28 year old, he'll give her that. And she's not hard to look at. In fact Stephen found her gorgeous. But what really drawn him in is her bright green eyes. It was such a unique shade that he was not sure if he had seen anything like it. Her unmoving gaze from the photo somewhat gave Stephen an uneasy feeling and a spark of interest that he didn't have before.

…

"You got everything?" Lianthe called out as she shuffled around the living room sorting different things and putting all of them in a trunk.

"Robes?" she turned to Teddy.

"Check!" Teddy replied, his hair a shade of blonde that day.

"Books?"

"All here!"

"Toothbrush? Shampoo?"

"I have it."

"Underwear—"

"Mum!"

"Deodorant? Don't forget that! It's important!"

"MUM!" Teddy yelled. His hands flying on air in exasperation.

Lianthe turned to the flustered looking Teddy and smiled sheepishly at the eleven year old. "Sorry honey."

Teddy sighed but smiled at his mother. He scooted closer to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging the older female tight. "I'm ready Mum. Calm down, you're more excited for school than me."

Lianthe let out a soft sigh and returned the hug just as tight. "I know. I just can't help it. It feels like yesterday you were just this tiny little babe when Nym and Remus first introduced you to me. And now look at you… starting school. It just feels kinda surreal." Lianthe said, she leaned down and pressed her lips on top of Teddy's hair, taking in his scent. God she's going to miss her little boy.

Teddy slowly untangled himself from Lianthe's grasp and looked up to her, his amber colored eyes searching. "I feel bad about leaving you all alone." He whispered, his eyes slightly watering.

Lianthe clicked her tongue and rested her hands on both sides of her son's face. "Shss. Don't worry about me Teddy bear. I'm a big girl now. You just focus on your studies and have fun… well not too much fun. But you get the idea."

"You're not upset that I'm going to Hogwarts rather than Ilvermorny?"

She stared at Teddy's eyes and smiled again. Yes, she was slightly upset that Teddy decided to attend Hogwarts rather than Ilvermorny. But it was mostly her being paranoid and a worry wart. Even though she had been banished from British magical soil, she had kept track of the happenings there from the stuff that Andy tells her whenever the old woman was around. There wasn't much that changed after Voldemort's fall, she had expected that the British Ministry and the whole wizarding community would lose the misplaced prejudice to first generation witch and wizards and magical creatures. But that's just wishful thinking and things got a whole lot of worse, especially after Kingsley stepped down and a pureblooded closet bigot replaced him.

She was worried that Teddy would be discriminated for being Remus Lupin's son. It was fortunate that Teddy's werewolf genes were recessive and he would only suffer a slight mood swings during the full moon. Not to mention the fact that he's her adopted son. Lianthe had named Teddy as heir apparent for the Black Family. While she had reserved the Peverell and Potter to any offspring she might have in the future. She was worried that her enemies would hurt Teddy just to get back at her. Her worries were not misplaced especially when it comes to the hypocrisy and greed of the British wizards. The only saving grace for their predicament is that the Weasleys, Neville and Luna would be supporting Teddy as much as possible while he was away from her.

"I'm not upset at you Teddy. I understand your decision and like I have told you before as much as I would like you to join Ilvermorny, you have the freedom to decide about your education. I'll support you in every way."

Teddy's shoulders sagged in obvious relief and grinned back at her. "Don't worry too much Mum. And I'm only going to test the waters. If I turn out that I didn't like studying at Hogwarts then I'll transfer to Ilvermorny."

"Teddy…"

"I hate leaving you alone Mum. If only you have someone to be with…" Teddy sighed before he turned chipper managing to completely avoid the awkwardness that his last statement to Lianthe. "Anyways! I'll be here for the Christmas and I going to write to you as much as I can so you don't feel lonely while I'm gone."

Lianthe shook her head at Teddy's antics. He's such a worry wart—she must have rubbed off the poor boy. She glanced at the big grandfather clock on the corner of the room and noted the time.

She placed her hands over Teddy's shoulders as she knelt down in front of him so that they were eye to eye. "You worry too much, just like your father. You're looking so much like him every single day. Your Mum and Dad would have been so proud." Tears sprung from Lianthe's emerald orbs as she took in Teddy's appearance as much as she can. She won't be seeing him for months. "I'm sorry I won't be able to see you off at the train station."

Teddy sniffed and shook his head. "Don't worry about it Mum. I understand…" he then launched himself onto Lianthe's arms and burrowed deep. "I'm gonna miss you. I promise I'll write the moment I reach Hogwarts."

A stray tear escaped her eyes as she kissed Teddy's crown. "Have fun okay? And be good for Headmistress McGonagall, she's not as young as she used to be."

Teddy stepped away from Lianthe and stood next to his trunks. "I will. I'll see you Mum." Lianthe nodded and handed him a piece of feather and with a loud crack, Teddy was gone.

Lianthe let out another sigh as the reality hit her. The silence of the room was enough proof that she's alone. Teddy's on his way to school and she's alone. Teddy's words rang in her head like a loud bell.

If only you have someone to be with…

Lianthe rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palms in attempt to dry her tears. It's not like she had given up on being with someone, the right person just hasn't come by yet. She did the dating thing for a couple of years back in Med School and between her brief stints with the Military but those relationships just don't stick. And not to mention her current one is balancing on thin ice right now and mostly going to end.

She huffed and walked out the living room. It's no use to think too much about this. She's still young, she's healthy, she has a good job that she liked and that satisfies her 'saving people thing'.

What more could she ask for?

The gentle sizzle of the bacon and the sound of her blender was enough to drone out the silence that she was drowning in. She busied herself in the kitchen, bustling around carrying different stuff and throwing different things to make something edible. She wanted to distract herself, to focus on something else so she won't miss Teddy too much. It was pathetic really, it has only been an hour and she's missing him already.

She continued to prepare food to bring to work and share it with her colleagues. It had always been that way, Lianthe loved to cook and they love her food. But with the amount of food that she'll be bringing, they would know that something is wrong.

Oh well…

With one last stir, she set the pan of lasagna sauce aside and placed everything on a mini cooler to keep the warmth in.

Hopefully the folks likes Pasta.

…

Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital
New Jersey

"Hey there Lia…what you got there?" Lianthe's emerald eyes shot up to the sound of the voice and smiled brightly. She was just about to finish logging in when she heard her name being called.

"Hey Jimmy." She greeted back and lifted the cooler up so that latter could see it. "Chow. You want some? I'm feeling generous today."

Dr. James Wilson's eyes widened and a grin appeared on his handsome features as he eyed the cooler on the younger doctor's hand. "Sure. Should I go get Cuddy? House and the guys are in the conference room right now." Lianthe chuckled at the chatty doctor; trust Wilson to know where House is. He excused himself real quick and popped into Cuddy's office before he jogged right back. "She said she'll follow us up in a bit. Something about a conference, you know Cuddy stuff."

Recognition sparked in Lianthe's eyes at the oncologist's words. Cuddy did mention about an orthopedic-neurology conference a couple of days ago. Cuddy even hinted about her possibly being a guest speaker for the orthopedic seminar. Lianthe snorted, as if.

The elevator ride to the fourth floor was quiet both doctors not having anything else to say to each other. It wasn't an awkward situation, but more on a comfortable silence between two friends.

Lianthe and James was just around the corner when they caught sight of the DDX* and always saw the gang already seated around probably arguing over their current patient. Gregory House was as always stood in front of the whiteboard, twirling his trustee ol' cane around like a baton. Foreman looked exasperated as always, Cameron was just as worse while Chase… Chase was sitting quietly and looked like he was listening intently to whatever House was blabbering about. A small smile appeared on the orthopedist's face.

Her emerald eyes met House's electric blue ones and the rest of the team turned around to look at whoever caught House's attention. Lianthe flashed everyone a big big smile and practically dragged Wilson who pushed the glass room's door for the both of them.

"Hey guys! Long time no see!" Lianthe greeted, she placed the mini cooler on top of the table and beamed at the team.

"Hey there Aussie, nice of you to drop by." Came House's own witty greeting. Lianthe saw Chase as he rolled his eyes at the diagnostician. It was a long standing joke for the whole team. Lianthe was British while Chase was Aussie, so House would call her the 'Aussie' while Chase 'the Brit'.

"Very funny Greg." Lianthe bit back, smirking at House's indignant look. She was the only one aside from Cuddy or Wilson who gets away with calling House, Greg.

"I though you won't be in until tomorrow?" came Cameron's voice. Lianthe threw the Immunologist a quick glance and shook her head. "My house is too big and too quiet. I'll go insane if I stay there one more day. So here I am." She caught Chase staring intently at her making her frown slightly.

"So I assume Ted already went back to London then?" Chase assumed. All eyes then landed on Lianthe, questioningly.

Lianthe sighed. "Yep, just this morning." She shrugged.

House hummed. "So that's what the food is for…"

Lianthe scoffed. "Right well I needed to get rid of my boredom so here you go. Cuddy's on her way up." She quickly opened the cooler and mouthwatering scent of whatever Lianthe cooked had all the people inside looking excited. "I have some lasagna, chips and garlic bread—"

"Dibs on the Chips!" House hollered out, swatted Wilson's lingering fingers and grabbed the whole bowl.

Lianthe bit back a giggle at her mentor and co-doctor's childish antics. God she love these people. Well maybe not all of them but she's fond of them. The rest of them started to get their own utensils and dig in themselves.

She sat herself on the head of the table and quietly watched the scene unfold, House and Wilson grabbing food from each other plates, Foreman watching with a mixture of exasperation and amusement dancing in his eyes, Cameron sitting quietly at the corner of the room clearly enjoying her food and Chase—

"Why didn't you tell me that Ted is travelling back to London today?" Lianthe took a deep breath and looked at the blonde doctor without turning her head to him.

"I didn't want to trouble you."

"I wouldn't mind. I would have still come and see him off." Chase replied with a bit of heat in his voice. Lianthe's eyes narrowed at him as she faced the Surgeon taking care not to catch the other's attention. He was not aware that Teddy wasn't traveling the traditional way.

"Well, he's off and he didn't even ask about you. You haven't shown your face to him in weeks." Chase slightly flinched at her accusations. It was true, ever since that day, Chase hadn't shown his face to her godson. He's probably ashamed after that, but Lianthe just doesn't give a damn. She then noticed Cameron smoldering gaze boring onto her and she sighed. She turned back to Chase and grabbed his arm.

"You know what? I don't really care anymore. You don't have any say in my life nor Teddy's. Just leave me alone." Lianthe grumbled before she walked away from Chase, not giving him the chance to give her a reply. She didn't want to hear any more excuses from him, not now not ever. She's better off without him, and he's better off with Cameron. And she thought she and Robert had something special. Right, even in her love life her accursed Potter's luck is still making her life miserable.

But what the heck? She's used to this. She'll move on.

...

"Trouble in Paradise?" she let out a frustrated sigh (how many times had she been sighing since this morning?) when she heard House's deep baritone voice from behind her. She found herself standing outside the diagnostician's office balcony hoping to some fresh air.

"When did it ever become a Paradise?" Lianthe mumbled back, she wrapped her arms around her body, an unconscious habit she developed when he's troubled. "Well you don't always get what you want Evans. You know why?"

Lianthe chuckled. "Because everyone lies." They both said in the same time. Lianthe smiled softly at her mentor and watched idly as he rubbed his bum leg absently. A small frown immediately replaced the smile she had previously.

"Does it hurt?" she whispered.

House sighed but nodded after a quick while. "S'not so bad. Not since you gave me that herbal stuff you love to brew." Lianthe nodded accepting the latter's answer, she had managed to convince the older doctor to try out some diluted pain-relief potions from her remaining Potion stash. She didn't want to give him the concentrated stuff, just enough to dull the pain somewhat and not raise any question to the sudden disappearance of his pain and knowing House, even if he would have 100 percent pain relief he would definitely be asking questions.

Potion making has been one the things that she was still capable of doing after being rendered a squib. Technically, you don't need to be a magical to brew potions. You only needed the ingredients and it would still work just as effectively. Although she had to tweak some things whenever she's brewing House pain-relief potion so that it won't have any adverse effect on him since he's a muggle.

"Is the pain manageable enough for you to not take Vicodin anymore?" she cautiously asked, her eyes staring expectantly at House.

"I lowered my dosage to one every other hour. I don't want to suddenly stop and then crash." Lianthe understood the logic and nodded. But nonetheless, she's happy that she's helping House with his Vicodin dependence. She would never call it an addiction because House actually needed to take those drugs. If he wasn't in so much pain from his leg he wouldn't even lay his eyes on those white pills.

"Well nice chit chat. I'll go back inside and steal food from Uncle Jimmy." House chirped before he limped back to the conference room. Lianthe briefly followed.

…

"Is there any chance that you could share your lasagna recipe with me?" Cuddy suddenly asked, her voice low so that the rest of the guys who were idly chatting with each other won't hear but enough for Lianthe to understand.

Lianthe turned to the hospital administration and smirked. "Of course! But if I tell you… I will have to kill you." Cuddy laughed and playfully bumped her arm on Lianthe's side. "Your becoming just as bad as House. You've been spending too much time with him."

Lianthe looked at Cuddy incredously, she placed her hands over her heart in feigning offense. "That's so harsh Lisa! How could you?"

Lisa laughed and Lianthe pouted. "That's really expected, I've studied under him for years before I chose my own specialty of course he's going rub off me."

"God help us all."

"Shut up Lisa or else I might just tell Greg that you dreamed about him the other day."

Cuddy's eyes widened and a bright blush appeared on her face. "You wouldn't!"

Lianthe smirked at the older woman. "Try me."

"I'm your boss!"

"Never stopped me before." Lianthe shrugged. The two of them stared intently with each other before they erupted into peals of laughter.

Lisa then quickly sobered up. "But really Lianthe Evans, don't you dare." Lia just smiled.

"Anyway… I wanted to talk to you about something." Cuddy started, they both threw a glance at the guys still trapped in their own little bubble of arguing with House and his brilliant mind.

"Okay… shoot."

"I was on a conference call with MGH and some other Hospitals. We were ironing out the final details for the orthopedic-neurology conference that we have planning for a while now. I'll be sending you with Foreman to represent PPTH. You'll be one of the speakers." Lianthe's brows shot up. She was kind of expecting that the conference will push through but not about her being a speaker.

"You know I hate standing behind a podium!" Lianthe groaned.

"I know, but you can do this. You've been attending these kind of conferences for years now and everyone has been bugging the hell out of me to force you to actually become a speaker rather than an attendee."

"But Cuddy… I can't." Lianthe tried to reason but Cuddy wasn't going to budge. She hated being the center of attention, she had too much of that back in Britain and she's sick of it. Her aversion to attention hasn't changed over the years. But the look that Cuddy is giving her is making her resolve waver. Damn it this is probably the first time that Cuddy would actually look desperate at her to bite.

Lianthe held Lisa's gaze for a good minute before she relented. "Oh alright. But don't expect me to talk for too long. And you owe me." She knew she's going to regret this sooner or later. If Cuddy wasn't her bestfriend she wouldn't relent but you know what they say…

'You can't always get what you want.'

"Good. I'll email you the details about it ASAP." Lisa beamed before she turned to the guys (and girl—Cameron) and called out. "Foreman! you and Evans are going to attend the conference in D.C. and yes, Lianthe is going to be a speaker."

"Woah really? Seriously Evans? You're actually going to speak at the conference? Wow. I think this is the first time that I'm going to see you stand behind the podium." Foreman said, slightly amused and excited at the same time.

"That's because this is the first time that she'll be a speaker." House stated, his electric blue eyes stared at her.

"Damn. Cuddy you have to let me and House go with them." Wilson mumbled.

House blinked and looked at Wilson with disbelief. "Why are asking Cuddles' permission? Even if she says no, we'll be going." House threw Cuddy a look and the older woman pursed her lips and said nothing.

Damn it.

Lianthe hanged her head and groaned. She's so regretting saying Yes to Cuddy right now.

Double length! This chapter only took me two days to make (I can only write during nights because I have work in the day). This is a record for me this length usually take me weeks. Stephen made a quick appearance (as promised).

Anyway I hope you guys like this chapter! House characters are somewhat OOC but I'm not really following the series canonically. I've only on the second season so yeah. What do you think about Lianthe and House interaction here? Believable? Their relationship would be explored more on the following chapters. But if you have questions don't hesitate to ask, I'll try to answer without spoiling it.

By the way, can you guys help me fan cast Lianthe? I was thinking of Lena Headey or Eva Green. But if you have other ideas please do tell!. ;w;

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