Happy New Year? Happy Valentines? I am back! Sorry it took me awhile. Things has been hectic here on my part and writing fanfiction just dropped from my priority list for a while. I mean how can you post anything if you don't have any internet connection not to mention electricity? Our town got hit by a hit strong typhoon that we lost power for a whole month so yeh. Sorry about that. Anyways I'm here with the chapter that hopefully you guys are waiting to read.

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

Disclaimer : I don't own Harry Potter nor Doctor Strange, all rights belongs to their respective owners. I make no profit in writing this piece, only to sate my imagination and to hopefully improve my writing skill. This is a work of Fanfiction.

"One. Two. Three. Four."

"Keep your eyes open Lianthe for Merlin's sake!" Ron hissed at her as they ducked once again, a bright blue beam of light flew over their heads.

"Bloody Hell! Bloody Death Eater gits!" Ron cursed as he flung a couple of hex himself.

"Ron! Get down you'll get yourself killed!" Hermione's frantic calls snapped both her and Ron's attention from the bombardment and turned to look at her.

"Five. Hit. Six. Hit. Seven."

"Stay close to me. We're almost there." She nods at her bestfriend, Ron as he hauled her body up from ground, both of them limped towards Hermione whose keeping a look out as they made their way out of Malfoy Mansion.

"Keep it together Lia, don't faint on me now."

"One. Two. Three. Four."

"Lia! Behind you!" she quickly turned around just in time to dodge an incoming werewolf. She gritted her teeth as she crashed harshly on the forest ground, a couple of miles away from Hogwarts. Her eyes darted around her, her eyes settling down on the unmoving figure of her attacker. Suddenly a shrill cry of terror rang across the dark forest followed by another.

"Hermione! No!"

Her eyes widened in terror as Fenrir Greyback pulled Hermione from the ground; Ron was down, bleeding heavily from the huge gash on the side of his neck. Suddenly, she couldn't move. She hadn't realized that her previous attacker had held her back physically. She tried to break free but her arms ended up shoved against her back, her shoulders complaining from the massive strain.

"Let her go!" She screamed, Fenrir turned to her, a malicious smile grew on his ugly mug as he pulled Hermione's hair and tilted her neck exposed. His eyes briefly wandered to Ron's prone form and he nods at another werewolf. She screamed again in horror as the random werewolf kicked Ron, his body flew for a couple of feet closer to her position.

She looked at Hermione, she was shaking in fear, and her eyes full of terror as Ron's body flew past her. Her brown eyes met her, as if trying to say something to her. Then she smiled. God, she smiled. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks, she felt useless. She couldn't do anything. No amount of struggling could shake her binder off her. Her wand was nowhere in sight and they were alone.

"Look sharp Potter." Fenrir growled before he bit down on Hermione's neck, tearing a huge chunk of flesh from her neck. Blood spluttered from the wound, down to the werewolves clothing to the damp forest ground.

She fists came down against the smooth surface of the punching bag furiously. She ignored the growing pain on her knuckles as she continued her assault on the poor inanimate thing. She couldn't feel the pain; her mind was buried deep in the darkest parts of her psyche, reliving the worst of her painful past.

The moment that Hermione's twitching form hit the ground she saw red. She felt something within her break. And she screamed. A strong shockwave swept through the forest, it threw the werewolves from her giving her the chance to grab her wand and aimed it at Fenrir's grinning face.

"Potter still has some fight in her. Don't worry you'll join your blood traitor and mudblo—"

"Avada Kedavra."

She watched as the manic werewolf drop on the ground—dead. Not expecting her to cast the killing curse.

The punching bag swung dangerously from side to side as Lianthe started kicking it, her eyes glazed. Sweat poured from her face but paid it no mind.

"I'm so sorry Mione. Please. Please. Don't."

With one last cry, Lianthe threw a straight jab towards the punching bag before she stepped away. Tears prickled the back of her eyes as she stomped her way up her kitchen. Her breathing was still slightly labored from exertion. She shook her head. She needed to clear her head.

She can't break now. She still had tons to do. And Hermione and Ron would kill her if they saw her right now. She shook her head again, wincing as she unwrap her knuckles. They were blistered red, and are starting to turn purple. She bit back a curse. Cuddy is going to chew her out if she saw these.

She wiped her face down then glanced at her wall clock.

9:46 am

"Shit. I'm going to be late." She muttered, she threw her towel on the kitchen island and padded quickly to her bathroom. Today might not be a good day for her, but she can't afford it to affect her work and the lives of people that rely on her. And to be completely honest, she's been cooped up in her house far longer than she wanted to be. With Teddy's absence the silence of her house is driving her to near insanity. Too much time in her own mind isn't exactly a good thing for her. Too much silence and time alone allowed the memories she didn't want to remember to slip into her mind and fester like an infected wound, drawing her into a spiral of depression and occasional panic attacks. Unfortunately for her it was her memories during her life in that world that slipped through. She would rather prefer her tours in Afghanistan than during her time in Britain.

…

"Heard somebody woke on the wrong side of the bed today." Lianthe shut her eyes and sighed as her mentor's sarcastic voice rang from her office door. Damn those nosy ER nurses and their big mouths. It was too early for this for pete's sakes!

"Please don't. I don't have the energy to tune out that annoying voice of yours." She grumbled, she refused to meet Gregory House's eyes and just focused on the stack of paperwork piled on her desk.

"You're an orthopedist not a shrink; of course you're not being paid to listen to my voice. But you know what I think?" he leaned over her desk forcing Lianthe to meet his electric blue eyes. "I think you're in need of a good shag or you're just PMS-ing." He mouthed, his brows wiggling.

"Gregory House! What the heck?" she removed her glasses and glared at the other doctor. "What are you doing here anyway? Don't you have some case to work on? Does Cuddy even know that you're ditching work again?"

He then threw a couple of sealed envelope. "Cuddy thought it was a great idea to let me pick up mail and deliver it to whoever is it for. She's a slave driver is this how they threat cripple nowadays? And I'm almost out of your miracle weed drink. I need a restock. Gimme more." he scrunches his nose in mock distaste, his right hand over his leg rubbing it.

This did not escape Lianthe's eyes and she visibly relaxed. "Thank you." She glanced at the envelopes briefly before her eyes settled back to House. "The next batch should be ready soon, Andy is harvesting the ingredients. I'll just send them to you once I'm done brewing it."

Lianthe didn't like it whenever House gives her that look. That look that makes her feel like she's baring all her soul under Gregory House's scrutinizing gaze. It kinda reminds her of a certain old coot's twinkling eyes but in a good way.

Lianthe sighed, a small smile graced her visage as she met House's gaze head on. "I'm sorry for snapping at you. I… I'm not having a good day today."

House grunted, grabbed his cane and hobbled out to her door.

"House." Lianthe called out, stopping the older man on his tracks. "Thanks for checking on me. I know Cuddy and Wilson might have forced you to do it but I appreciate it still."

"What are you talking about you crazy bone maniac? I'm just a delivery boy today. Don't forget my wonder weeds." And House slammed the door shut.

Lianthe let out a long sigh, she leaned back on her chair and stared at her cream colored ceiling. House did have a weird way of showing that he cares. You had to know him (the good and the bad) to see through all that sarcasm and lewd words and Lianthe is proud to say that she's one of those people that could see the real Gregory House. Even that small pep talk managed to make her feel slightly better than five minutes ago.

Shaking the thought away, she started sorting through her mail. Another mail from MGH about her possible transfer merlin! How thick can they get? She skipped reading the letter and moved on to the next one. She raised a questioning brow at the next letter.

It was from Fort Dix.

She had a big sigh of relief when it wasn't a recall letter. She's through with all her tours even got a purple heart on her last one and after that she called it quits. Just an invitation for a military exercise, Coronel Ross seemed to miss the memo that she's not interested in serving full time anymore. But she should still check it out… Maybe.

The last letter made her crack an ear splitting grin. She had been waiting for this letter for weeks now granted that international owl flights tend to be longer than local ones. She quickly stashed Teddy's letter inside her lab coat and stepped outside her office. She would read her letter later at home, when she's alone so that she can send her reply as well.

She slightly flinched when she felt her pager went off. The grin on her face dimming as she glided through the fourth floor corridors, she ignored the questioning looks she got from a passing Wilson and Foreman and jumped to the elevator.

Time for some action.

…

Dear Mum,

How are you? Hope you're doing fine. I'm pretty much settled here at Hogwarts. I'm sorry if I only managed to write you just now, things just got a little bit busy here and I hadn't got the chance to write until now.

I got sorted into Hufflepuff! I was hoping for Gryffindor but my current house is good as well. The o ld sorting hat told me that I lack the recklessness and impulsiveness of a lion, what's up with that? He was even tempted to sort me to Slytherin (not that there's anything wrong with the house). The feast was incredible! I admit I doubted you when you described it to me, now I'm eating my words and these delicious foods.

Oh, I also managed to somewhat befriend someone in my house immediately. Her name is Solei Smith, she told me that her mom is Susan Bones and her dad is Zacharias Smith. She said they went to school with you. She's nice albeit a little bit on the feisty side. I think you'll like her.

Headmistress McGonagall is like what you told me she would be. She's very brisk with her welcoming speech but she was very concise about it. Talk about a no nonsense woman. Uncle Neville is the Gryffindor head of house and my Herbology professor. Professor Flitwick still handles the ravens and the charms classes. Lord Malfoy is the potions professor and the Slytherin head nothing too surprising about that. Professor Sprout is still the Hufflepuff head and handles the sixth and seventh year Herbology classes. I've seen Aunt Luna around as well as Uncle Bill and George. I think Uncle George is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year while Uncle Bill is the Arithmancy professor. Muggle Studies we got Professor Dean Thomas and Tracy Davies for the History of Magic. I hope she can make the class interesting though. I'm not having a hard time adjusting if you're worried about that. There haven't any issues about my bloodline and my relations with you hopefully it would last. But for your peace of mind, I'll be cautious and keep an eye out always. Constant Vigilance! Right?

I guess that's about it. Thank you for your gift to Mum! I love him. You didn't have to get me a Kneazle though but I appreciate it nonetheless. I named him Caio, I think it means good fortune. I might have read it once in Grandma Andy's muggle fengshui magazine, but I think the name is cool.

How about you Mum? Hope you're not missing me too much, I know I do. Don't stay up too long and please don't push yourself too hard okay? I miss you Mum.

I'll write again soon.

Love,

Teddy

Lianthe's smile widened as she read through Teddy's letter. She's glad that her little boy is somewhat adjusting to his new learning environment. It did put a peace in her mind knowing that there hadn't been any issues about Teddy's bloodline, she have her friends to thank for that. She really doesn't care what Teddy's house would be, every single one of the Hogwarts Houses has something unique about them. Teddy would do great at the House of Loyal, Tonks would have been so proud! Though news that George is the new DADA professor surprised her immensely. She hadn't pegged George to be the teaching type but he surprised her again! She idly wondered how he would manage WWW alongside teaching. Lianthe shrugged, she's sure that George had pretty much figured that out before he took up his teaching post.

Lianthe sighed in relief after reading her son's letter. She had been itching to hear anything from her and since she can't contact anyone residing inside the British Wizarding world's territory she can't just go and send Luna or Neville a quick missive, she even only managed to send Teddy's present through her solicitor. Lianthe sighed again if only her friends would try and learn the wonders of muggle messaging applications! She has to remind herself to send her friends phones that are magic resistant. The American Wizarding world fortunately is more receptive to the massive technological advances of Muggles or rather 'No-Majs' and had hired muggleborns to create technological devices that can withstand a normal witch or wizards magical aura.

Back to the matter at hand, Lianthe shook her head with a smile. She was lost in her thoughts for a while and quickly fished out a parchment and began writing her own reply to Teddy. Maybe she can tell about the conference that she'll be attending with Foreman tomorrow? Maybe about Chase looking for him? No, the last one is big bad idea. Nope.

Anyway she needs to write something and pack. Cuddy had booked her to an early flight to DC tomorrow. God she hoped Cuddy booked her in first-class.

…

Stephen was not having a good day, period. He was sleep deprived from his long shift last night and had to wake up early to catch his flight to DC for a freaking conference. He was expecting a smooth ride from the big apple to the capital state and just retire to a good hotel suite that Christine had booked for him and just drop asleep. And now he's stuck on stare down with a hotel receptionist. His frown deepened as he stared at the hotel receptionist icily. "Do you mind checking again? I am quite sure that I was supposed to be in that room." He said evenly but deep inside he's writhing in annoyance.

"I'm sorry Mr. Strange—"

"Doctor Strange." He bit back.

The receptionist bristled. "Yes, I apologise Doctor Strange, but according to our system the suite that you are requesting is already booked for another customer."

What? Somebody must be playing a good joke on him. Christine was sure that he can get the suite that he wanted. Stephen sighed and rubbed his forehead with his fingers. He doesn't have the energy to deal with this anymore, all he wanted to do now is sleep and hopefully look around later when he's rested and fresh. He leveled the poor receptionist with a cold glare and told her to just get him settled to the next suite available.

He didn't really care if his room contained only a bed and a table. He was that tired. He tossed his bag on the floor and jumped on the soft comfy bed, he was asleep before his head even hit the pillow.

He woke up quite energized a couple of hours since he settled in his room. His room though not the hotel's best suite, still reached his standards. He was still quite annoyed about his row with the receptionist; Christine wouldn't let him live that down if she found out.

Deciding to stretch his legs for a bit, he tossed a light blue button down shirt and a pair of khakis and exited his room. It wouldn't hurt to look around the conference venue now does it? Besides, he was feeling quiet hungry, maybe grab a bite or two while he's at it too.

He found himself seated in a nice quaint café, a couple of blocks away from his hotel with a steaming cup of coffee laid in front of him. There wasn't much to see that he hadn't already seen before. It's a shame really, he's feeling rather bored. He looked up from his notes for his speech and sighed. Really, if West hadn't been such a pain in the ass he would still be back at New York.

' Yes, yes. I'm here. Don't worry too much, I'm not a little girl anymore Lisa… Foreman is settling on the hotel—'

Stephen raised an elegant brow as he watched a woman with curly black hair entered the café, her phone held between her neck and shoulder as she flipped over the café's menu. He couldn't see much of her face since she sat with her back facing him. He sipped his coffee and not having any better thing to do, just sat there and listened to woman's not so discreet phone conversation.

' of course I have everything. What do you take me for? I might be hesitant in attending this bloody conference but—okay. Fine.'

'A fellow doctor then, interesting' Stephen thought as he watched the woman in front of him. It would be nice to talk to a fellow doctor but then she could end up being tongue tied in the presence of him, so no.

He returned his attention back to his drink and his notes. It didn't take too long before the woman seated in front of him stood up and started to the exit. He found his eyes following the woman, still curious about her appearance.

And boy, he wasn't disappointed.

Stephen couldn't help but laugh. Of all the people! Really what are the odds? Turns out the woman he's been somewhat eye stalking since she entered the café was no other that Lianthe Evans. See? What are the odds?

She's way beautiful than she looked from her photo that's for sure. And Stephen found himself shaking his head, his eyes still glued to the female doctor as she exited the premise. Tonight's acquaintance party is going to be very interesting. He finally has the opportunity to see just who is this Lianthe Evans and what makes her so special.

He couldn't wait.

Yes, yes I know. When will Lianthe and Stephen really really meet? Patience my friends, it is happening in the next chapter and things are going to heat up. So stay tuned!

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Oh and I finally decide who will be Lianthe's FC in this story. So in the end it's Katie Mcgrath! Thank you everyone for all the suggestions and helping me out in picking. I hope you like Katie Mcgrath as Lianthe Evans!

Until next chapter!

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