A Parent's Mistake
Hi guys, this is my first fanfic so go easy. I am a huge fan of HP and House MD, so I always look for good crossovers, but I've yet to find one that has House as a young wizard. There is a lot more to this story than meets the eye. All the main characters from HP will be involved. I would like to fit Wilson and Cuddy later on. Oh and this is in no way a slash fiction at all. Thanks for reading please review if you would like another chapter.
There was nothing left in America for Gregory House anymore. He decided on that the moment he received his letter.
Dear Gregory House,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. Since you are a Muggle born (a child raised by non magical families) a professor from the school will be to see you on July 1st to explain how to journey to Hogwarts and also buying all school supplies from Diagon Alley.
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress
At first, much like any Muggle child, Greg had though it to be a hoax, some form of joke. Maybe Teddy Johnson, the local neighbourhood bully who always had it out for Greg had written the letter as a way to make fun of him. But that couldn't be it; he doubted Teddy knew how to spell 'witchcraft' so the boy wasn't able to produce such intellect. No, Teddy was more of a physical kid who played all the sports; football and boxing were Teddy's favourite things to do, whilst Greg was more of book smart sort of kid. Teddy was the sort of child Greg's father always wanted him to be. So after re-reading the letter a good seven times, Gregory House finally deduced that he must in fact be a wizard. Greg let out a low chuckle. Well, he thought, this does explain a lot. Since Greg could remember, strange things always seemed to happen around him. Like when he was five and his Father had discovered he had accidentally knocked over his mother's favourite vase.
"Gregory, you come here right now!"
A young Gregory house slowly moved from behind the couch; his favourite hiding place, back when he was actually small enough to fit there. He slowly walked up to his father, not looking into his eyes, but just his kneecaps since that was the height difference between the two.
"Boy, you tell me the truth. Now did you break your mother's vase, the very vase she worked hard to save for?"
John House said this all in a slow cool tone that made the young boy shiver. Slowly Greg began to mumble,
"Ye-yes sir but it was an accident."
"You will look your father in the eye when he is speaking to you!"
John yelled with rage. Greg instantly cringed at the hurtful tone but slowly forced himself to make eye contact. He looked up at the very red face of John house.
"I'm waiting boy."
Greg cleared his dry throat with a rough cough but finally said in a defiant voice,
"Yes sir, it was me but I swear it was an acciden-"
That was all John House needed to hear before he swiftly grabbed the small boy's hand and yanked him towards to bathroom.
Greg knew right away what was about to occur.
"No Dad, I'm sorry! Please, not another ice bath!"
John didn't stop his swift pace, but only continued to pull the boy's small arm harder towards the bathroom.
"You'll learn to respect older, more smarter people's property! Just think of your poor mother who worked so hard for that silly little vase!"
John pushed the boy into the bathroom, slamming the door shut while he went to get the ice.
Greg panicked. He looked around the bathroom, desperate for an escape. He looked up at the tiny window. That definitely wouldn't fit him. He then turned to the bath and felt a horrible feeling of dread. He hated his father! He didn't even listen to his story. He had only broken the vase because he was running away from that stupid bully Teddy who had punched him so hard, surely he would have bruises tomorrow.
God, what was he going to do?
Tears were already forming in his eyes and he knew that at any second his father would be back. He prayed for an escape but what could he do? He was locked in. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about the ice cold water that would soon be burning through his skin. All he wanted to do was disappear.
For a second Greg thought of the nearby library. He wasn't sure why he thought of it, but he thought of how wonderful it would be if he could disappear into the tiny section that contained all the books about the human body. He loved learning about how humans worked. And then suddenly Greg felt very odd, as though everything was slowly getting darker. Greg suddenly found himself curled up on the ground of his nearby library.
"Huh?" Greg sniffed. His nose was running and his face was streaked with tears, but at least he wasn't in that freezing bathroom anymore.
It was like he had just disappeared; but that was impossible, right?
*End flash back*
Yes, strange things always seemed to happen Gregory House, whether it be his various disappearing acts or objects exploding when his father yelled at him. Gregory House was not a normal ten year old boy, and this letter only confirmed it.
Greg had found the letter before his parents, to his immediate relief. The last thing he needed was his father finding it. Greg shuddered at the thought.
He would be so pissed.
So Greg thanked his luck that he had found the letter. However, that still didn't change the fact that he was facing the problem of convincing his parents to let him go.
As soon as he had seen the letter, he ran right upstairs to his room to read the letter privately.
Well I guess this only puts a label on my weirdness.
Greg thought to himself, it could be worse.
If there is a school out there that teaches kids stuff like this, then that means I'm not the only one who makes these strange things happen!
But a wizard?
It just sounded so untrue, so made up. The letter had said that since he was a muggle born a teacher would come and explain to his parents what Hogwarts was. That was definitely not a good idea. His father would go insane. He looked at the letter and noticed that the teacher would be arriving on July 1st.
Shit, Greg thought. That was only two days away, what was he going to tell his parents?