Im broken. Dont break me. By A (Racheya)

I hope all you House fans out there enjoy this, Im enjoying writing it!

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Harry Potter
Hermione Granger
Ron Weasley
Ginny weasley
Hogwarts staff

Gregory House
Lisa Cuddy
Alison Cameron
Eric Foreman
Robert Chase
James Wilson

I'm Broken. Don’t Break me

Sick

Harry looked around the classroom, he was tired but that was normal in professor Binns’ lesson. His eyelids drooped as the professor droned on about goblin rebellions.
“Harry,” Whispered Ron, nudging Harry, “You’re falling asleep mate.”
“I'm not. Am I?” He replied sleepily.
“Yeah!”
“Oh.” He said his eyelids drooping again.
Hermione turned around to face him; she had been sat at the desk in front of Harry and Ron.
“Harry, are you okay, you look tired to me.” She said concerned.
“Mr Westley, Mr Protter and Mrs Manger. Pay attention to the lesson.” Said professor Binns.
“Erm…Sir its We…” Started Ron but stopped quickly as Hermione jumped out of her seat.
”Oh my…” She shouted pointing at Harry; she didn’t get to finish her sentence as the class erupted into chaos.
Harry was shaking and twitching madly, He had fallen out of his seat. The thud of his body falling against the hard floor had been disguised by Hermione’s scream, he was making gagging noises and a small pool of blood had appeared where his head had cracked against the ground.
Everyone had gathered around Harry, Professor Binns tried to establish control of the class but was simply drowned out by the chattering of the class. One of the class had ran to fetch Madame Pomfery and a few moments later Madame Pomfery burst into the classroom and ran to Harry as the crowd parted to give her room.
Her pale blue robes trailed on the floor as she knelt down to look at him. She placed the large bag down at the side of her shooed the enclosing crowd further away.
She looked closely at him, he was still jerking and seizing, she waved her wand and muttered something and the seizing slowed down but it didn’t stop. She fished around in her bag until she found a needle containing a pale blue liquid almost the same shade as her robes. Quickly she jabbed the needle into his arm and instantly he gasped for breath and his rigid body softened and slumped against the hard wooden floor.
Madame Pomfery stood up and the crowd which had closed around them again parted, waving her wand Harry’s body was floated through the air like a ghost and carried off to the hospital wing with a shell shocked Hermione and Ron trailing behind. Ron hurried over to Madame Pomfery.
“What happened?” He asked, his normally bright face was white and grim.
“He had a seizure.” She replied, she didn’t look into his face. She was too busy ensuring Harry didn’t bang his head as he followed silently behind her.
“Why?” He asked, not happy with her answer, he wasn’t sure what a seizure was either.
Madame Pomfery paused; they stood there in the corridor for just a moment before she replied.
“I don’t know.”

Wing

Harry’s eyes flickered open, he squinted as the bright light hurt his eyes, as he slowly opened them, letting his eyes get used to the light he realised he wasn’t in class anymore. He was lay down in the hospital wing, what he couldn’t figure out is why. He looked around; Ron and Hermione were sat down together on a chair reading a magazine. Ron jumped as he saw Harry slowly sit up.
“Harry!” He exclaimed running over to Harry’s bed with Hermione close behind.
“Oh Harry!” Hermione whined.
He was still tired and weak, “Rrron. Hhhermione,” He stuttered, “Wwhat happened?” he asked all he could remember was falling asleep in History of Magic and just as he closed his eyes he heard a scream then he blacked out.
“You had a seizure Harry.” Replied Hermione slowly, they weren’t sure what to tell him.
“A what?” he asked puzzled.
“A seizure thing, you know you start shaking and stuff like that.” Explained Ron, but not very well.
“I’ll go get the nurse.” Said Hermione hurrying into Madame Pomfery’s office then reappearing a few moments later with her. She began to bustle around Harry, checking his temperature, blood pressure among other things.
“What’s wrong with me?” Asked Harry while she was checking his pulse.
“I'm afraid I don’t know Mr Potter.” She said grimly.
“What do you mean you don’t know? Surely you must know something?” he replied, he was getting panicked, how could she not know?
“I mean it’s a mystery why you seized, well at the moment anyway we don’t know anything.” She said grimly, she nodded to Ron and Hermione and retreated back to her office.
Harry simply lay on the soft bed stunned, how could she not know? She was one of the best healers he knew; she had re-grown all the bones in his arm once but she couldn’t figure out why he had a simple seizure.
He looked over at Ron and Hermione who stood there unsure of what to say or do.
“Where are the others?” Harry finally asked.
Hermione’s face lightened a little, “They're still in lessons, you haven’t been out that long really.”
“Oh.” Said Harry slowly, he would have liked to have seen Ginny and Luna, Neville, Fred and George.
“Were going to tell them at dinner then we can all come down together.” Ron said sitting down.
“Until then we wait.” Sighed Hermione sitting down also.

Options

Harry had begun to doze off when the group came in. Ron and Hermione were followed by Ginny, Luna, Neville, Cho, Fred and George all of them with a scared or worried look on their face.
Ginny hurried over to the bed and took Harry’s hand. “Are you okay?” she whispered, the others were milling around by the door understanding that they needed some time together.
“I'm alright.” Said Harry smiling weakly.
“So what happened to you? Did you bang your head? Did that make you seize?” she asked.
“No, I was seizing before I fell from my chair.” Said Harry, he wondered if he wasn’t the only one who found this weird.
“Oh. So why did you seize then?” asked Ginny puzzled.
“I don’t know. Neither does Madame Pomfery.”
“Well you don’t look ill to me now, why can’t she let you go?”
“I don’t know what if I do it again and nobody is there to get help?”
“Hmm there is that.” She reasoned.
At that moment Madame Pomfery came out of her office and was startled by the amount of visitors that had gathered around her hospital wing.
“Everyone out! My patient needs his rest!” she screeched at the crowd of teenagers.
They all groaned.
“Miss, please can we stay just a little longer?” pleaded Ron.
“Please?” begged Ginny.
“No, Harry needs his rest and some privacy.” She demanded as she shooed them out of the hospital wing.
“Privacy for what?” asked Hermione puzzled as the hospital wing door was slammed in their faces.
In the wing, Harry lay on his bed and watched Madame Pomfery approach him, he expected a shouting at for having so many visitors, or at least to be told off but no. Her face was soft and caring and her voice was diplomatic and kind.
“Harry I have to inform you of an option.” She said slowly.
Harry frowned, an option for what?
“What option?” he asked.
“An option for you,” she explained, “You see I’ve done as much as I can for looking for a magical disease or cause that would have made you seize but no luck. I'm afraid this is muggle medicine we are dealing with and its something I don’t have that much experience with and neither do many healers in the magical world.” She sighed.
Harry thought he had an idea of what would be happening, they would bring a muggle doctor to see him, probably a squib who knows the magical world but learnt muggle medicine.
“Harry, one of your only chances to find out what caused your seizure is a muggle doctor named Gregory House. He's one of the best doctors in America and if anyone can find out what's wrong with you, he and his team can.”
Harry frowned, America? Muggle doctors? How was he going to do that?
“But how? If he’s a muggle how can he know about magic?” he asked.
“He cant, if you chose to go we will get you flooed over there and into the hospital, but you cant let him know about magic. He is a very stubborn and unusual but he is the best. Will you go?”Harry nodded.

Case

Dr Gregory House limped into Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. His black biker jacket standing out against the masses of dark suits and white lab coats that doctors were supposed to wear. The top metal of his cane glinted in the sunlight as Dean of medicine Dr Lisa Cuddy rushed over to him.
“You have a case.”
“I do?” He asked with mock confusion.
“15 year old male with sudden tiredness and seizure.” House smiled sarcastically. “15 year old male having a seizure, wow.”
Cuddy tilted her head.
“You sound just as stupid as that top looks.” He remarked snatching the file from her hand as she looked down at her pale pink top. He flicked through the pages.
“Parents dead?” He asked.
“Yes and no family members alive either.”
“Who is he with then?” he asked frowning.
“Two of his best friends from school.” She said sighing, if it took her this long to convince him to take a case it usually meant he wouldn’t take it.
“They asked for you.” She said, she hadn’t wanted to mention it unless she had to. House still didn’t respond, he was flicking through the kids file.
”You're the head of diagnostic medicine, other doctors have already checked him out, they can’t find anything. You have to take thi…” She started but she didn’t get to finish before Gregory House interrupted her.
“Oh relax, you got me with no parents or family members,” he said turning away and starting to head over to his office were he would go and insult his team.
“Don’t tell me you care that he has no family.” He called after him.
He turned around, “I don’t. But it is interesting.” He said spinning around on his cane and limping away to his office.
“Diagnose HIM not the family.” She called to his back without a response, sighing she flicked the hair from her face and walked back to her office.

Coffee

House limped into the diagnosis room where his team were sat around doing nothing. He threw Harry’s folder onto the glass table causing several pieces of paper that were there before to fly off the table and float gently down to the carpet a few of House's Vicodin pills that he took for the pain in his leg fell off the table.
Dr Robert Chase looked up from the book he had been reading, his thick blonde hair whipped around as he turned to look at House. Dr Alison Cameron simply placed her cup of coffee she had been drinking on the table and yawned. Dr Eric Foreman didn’t do much when his boss entered the room, he had grown used to his insanity and it was too early in the morning.
“15 year old male presents with tiredness and unexplained seizure.” He said walking over to the whiteboard. He scribbled the words tired and seizure on the board then turned back to them. “Okay don’t all speak at once.”
“What are you doing here so early?” Asked Foreman.
“I could ask the same of you but I know you’d just lie so there is no point. I know you’ve been dating that new nurse, you came in early to see her.” Stated House, he didn’t need to have people lying to him to know what they had been doing. Foreman simply frowned and picked up Harry’s file.
“It could be epilepsy.” Said Foreman skimming through the file.
“Wow, the neurologist thinks it’s a brain problem, what a surprise.” House replied sarcastically.
“Is there any family history of epilepsy?” asked Cameron.
“I… Don’t know.” House shrugged.
“You didn’t take a family history?”
“Your power of deduction is amazing, nope I didn’t, Chase can do it.” House said snatching the file back from Foreman.
“Why me?” Asked Chase, “Why not Cameron or Foreman?”
“Because I love you so much and the kid has no family.”
“What has that got to do with it?” Asked Chase getting annoyed.
“Well Cameron would go all soft on him and want to adopt him and Foreman would just…”
“Would just what?” asked Foreman
“I'm not sure, I need to brush up on my witty remarks, I’m running dry. Anyway you have more experience with no family dont you?” Said House walking over to the glass door.
“Chase handle family history and one of you two get an MRI, I’ll be getting some more coffee, some idiot has drunk it all.” He said with a glance to Cameron with the coffee cup in front of her. He walked over to where his Vicodin has spilled on the floor.
"Aww my babies, dont worry you're home now." He whispered to the pills before throwing them into his mouth. He swallowed then looked at the half concerned and half amused faces, he stuck out his tongue and left the room.
Foreman sighed, “Ill go do the MRI then Cameron,”
“Ill come help.” She replied standing up to go.
“Better waiting till I’ve done the history.” Chase said standing up also. Cameron sat down and took another sip of her coffee.
“Knock yourself out. Robert.” She grinned and Chase shook his head as he left the room

History

Harry lay in his hospital bed and looked up at the bright white ceiling, Ron and Hermione had gone to get something to eat and he was feeling quite uncomfortable in a muggle hospital. The Dursleys never took him to a hospital and he had only been in St Mungo’s a few times. The weird machines and instruments were alien to him.
The glass doors slid open and a man wearing a white lab coat and carrying a blue clipboard under his arm walked into the room, he had bright blue eyes and mid length dark blonde hair.
“Hey there” he said taking the clipboard from under his arm, “You're Harry right?” He spoke with an Australian/American accent.
“Yeah” Harry nodded, he must be one of the doctors here to tell me what's wrong he thought.
“I just need to ask you a few questions.”
“What for?” Asked Harry nervously.
“It’ll help us find out what's wrong with you, then we can get you better.”
Harry nodded.
“So, do you know if there is any history of epilepsy in your family?” Chase asked taking a pen out of his pocket and clicking it.
Harry shook his head, “Not that I know of No,”
Chase scribbled something on his clipboard.
“Any neurological problems? Psychological problems?”
Harry shook his head again.
Chase scribbled again on his clipboard then placed it on Harry’s bedside table.
“Okay, that’s it more or less. We have you scheduled in for an MRI scan in a few minutes; I think Dr Cameron and Dr Foreman will be coming shortly to get you sorted.”Harry frowned, “MRI, what's that?”
“Oh don’t worry; it stands for Magnetic Resonance Imaging. All it does is scan your brain and gives us a picture of what it’s like in there. We can then analyse it and see if there’s anything up there that shouldn’t be. We do them all the time here.” Chase replied smiling.
Harry looked around the room nervously, scans? Brain? But finally he agreed.
“Okay, but can my friends come?”Dr Chase paused for a moment then smiled.
“I don’t see why not, they can watch. I better go, I have a lot of doctor stuff to do.”Harry smiled.
“Okay.”Dr Chase left the room and as he turned to go down the corridor he was blocked by a cane. House had been stood outside the room all the time.
Chase sighed,
“No history of epilepsy or any other neurological or psychological condition.”
House simply nodded and took out his bottle of Vicodin.
“Interesting.”Chase frowned and looked into his bosses eyes.
“What's so interesting about it?”
House smiled mysteriously.
“Its unusual, I totally dig unusual. Why do you think I hired you?”Chase sighed and walked away from House who had started to spin his cane around in his fingers.

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Magnetic

Harry sat in one of the hospital wheelchairs as Dr Cameron pushed him down a corridor to the MRI scanner. He had told the doctor that he could walk just fine but she had told him it was hospital policy to have patients escorted in wheelchairs just in case. In case of what? Harry had thought.
They turned a corner into a plain corridor with only a few doors coming off it. They walked down to the end where Dr Foreman was stood at a door waiting.
“Hello there.” He said.
“Hello.” Harry said, looking around, there was only himself and the doctors in the corridor, no sign of Ron and Hermione. Where had they gone?
“Where are Hermione and Ron?” He asked nervously.
Dr Foreman smiled, “They're in the observation room just behind there.” He said pointing to the nearest door.
“And were going in there,” He said pointing to one only a metre away from it, “They’ll be able to talk to you through the speaker system.” “Right.” Said Harry smiling, it was good that he would be able to talk to Ron and Hermione; he was quite worried about the whole experience.
Cameron looked at Foreman then back to Harry.
“Shall we go in now Harry?” She asked smiling, Harry nodded.
Foreman pushed open the wooden door and Cameron lead Harry though.
He was in a quite large room with a large machine in the centre. There were medical instruments on trays and stands dotted around the room. On the left wall was a window and behind it Ron stood waving frantically and Hermione grinned. Harry waved back as Dr Cameron left the room and appeared moments later next to Ron and Hermione.
Dr Foreman stood by the machine, “Just hop on the scanner here.” He said.
Harry climbed out of his wheelchair and walked over to the scanner, he lifted himself up onto the table that Foreman had pointed to and looked over at Hermione and Ron again who both smiled encouragingly.
“Just lie down for me.” He said walking over to the other side of the machine.
Harry lay down on the table; he craned his neck to look behind him.
There was just a small tunnel like entrance where Harry presumed the machine would scan him.
“Try to stay as still as possible, it will give us a clearer picture of what's going on up there.” Harry nodded.
“Okay ready then?” Foreman asked his hand hovering over a button on the side of the machine.
“Ready.” Said Harry, his voice was shaky from his anxiety.
Foreman turned around to Cameron and nodded, he pressed the button on the machine and she pressed a button on the controls that were up in the observation room were Ron and Hermione were stood.
Harry felt the machine jerk slightly as the table he was lay on slowly moved into the main part of the machine, Harry stayed very still as the machine came to a sudden stop. There was a loud repetitive thudding noise, thud…thud…thud.
“What is that?” He asked nervously.
“Don’t worry,” Came the voice of Dr Cameron through the speaker, “Its just the noise from the scan.”Harry wanted to nod but restrained himself and just said “Okay.”
The machine continued to thud as it scanned his head, Harry was beginning to feel tired, a little weak maybe, he thought it maybe just the machine but in the back of his mind he knew it wasn’t, he was just a little tired that’s all. It didn’t mean anything, did it?

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A little earlier than I thaught but here you go...

Observation

Hermione and Ron stood in the observation room and watched as Harry was lead to the MRI by Dr Foreman. Hermione glanced over at Dr Cameron as Harry hopped onto the table leading into the MRI scanner; She was fiddling with her hair with one hand and typing something into one of the numerous computers that lined the observation room. Hermione itched to try one of the computers out. At home with her parents she had a muggle computer, she would send e-mails and messages over MSN to her muggle friends. She didn’t have many because of all the time she spent away from home but she didn’t mind too much really, she would just send an owl to Ron or Harry during the holidays.
Cameron noticed the girl staring in her direction, Hermione she’s called isn’t she? Her eyes look miles away, she’s worried about her friend, she thought. She looked up through the window and saw Foreman nod to her. She nodded back and pressed a button on the computer in front of her.
Cameron turned to the girl. “Hermione isn’t it?”
Hermione jumped slightly from the sound of the voice. It had been very quiet since they had got in there. Everyone had been lost in their own thoughts. "Yes.” She said nodding.
Cameron smiled, “You shouldn’t worry about Harry. Once we find out what's wrong with him we can treat him and you can go back home.”
Hermione nodded “Yeah I guess.” She said looking over at Ron. He was staring into the scanner, he was thinking of Harry. They all were.
Like the crack of a whip Harry’s voice broke the silence.
“What is that?” Came his voice from the speaker. Hermione and Ron turned to Dr Cameron who leaned into a microphone just a few inches away from the edge of the table.
“Don’t worry; it’s just the noise from the scan.” She said.
“Okay.” Came his reply.
She nodded leaning back and looking over at Hermione and Ron, they were only young themselves she thought and they came all the way to America from England just to be there for their best friend, Cameron found it a little strange that they would come all this way just for a friend, but her mind cast back to when she first read Harry’s file. She had felt sorry for him the moment she read that both of his parents were dead, it must be horrible. He was lucky to have friends who cared for him so much.
She leaned back into the microphone “Are you okay in there Harry?” She asked, he had been very quiet for the last few minutes he had been very quiet. There was no answer from him. Just silence.
“Harry?” She asked again. Again nothing.
“What's wrong?” Asked Ron who had snapped out of his daze.
Cameron frowned and stood up, “I don’t know.” She said running out of the observation room.

Coma

Cameron ran out of the observation room. Dr Foreman looked puzzled.
“What's wrong?” He asked, his face falling. He was stood by the MRI machine, tapping his fingers on the top.
“Get him out of there!” She said rushing over to the scanner and pressing the emergency release. Foreman hurried over to the opening to the MRI and pulled the table out from the machine.
Harry lay on the table. He was still and unmoving; the only sign of life in his body was the slow and steady rising and falling of his chest.
Hermione and Ron ran out of the observation room, they couldn’t see what was wrong; he was simply asleep.
The two doctors bustled around him, checking his pulse, his blood pressure and oxygen stats. Dr Cameron placed her hand on her head and turned to Dr Foreman and shook her head. He nodded and turned around to Hermione and Ron, their faces echoed fear and anxiety. Hermione was close to tears, he couldn’t be dead, she thought, I can see him breathing.
Cameron glanced at Foreman before turning her gaze back to the two teenagers.
Ron spoke first, “What's wrong with him?” He asked, his voice was trembling and his hands were shaking ever so slightly.
“I'm afraid he’s in a coma.” Said Cameron, her voice was deflated. She couldn’t help but care about the poor lad. He had no family and all he had were a few friends, now he didn’t even have his health to keep him going.
“A coma?” asked Ron, he was no good with muggle terms.
“It’s like a very deep sleep.” Explained Foreman.
Hermione stepped forward slightly as if she was entering the conversation.
Her voice was shaky as she spoke. “Will he wake up?” She asked though she already knew the answer.
“We don’t know,” Explained Foreman, “He could come out of it perfectly fine.”
“Or?” Ron said looking over at his friend who lay on the table.
“Or he could be in a coma for the rest of his life.” He said grimly.
Tears dripped slowly down Hermione’s cheeks, Ron saw Hermione crying and moved closer to her to help comfort her, they both needed comforting.
“A nurse will be in here soon to take him back to his room.” Said Foreman. Cameron and Foreman glanced to each other before turning around and leaving the friends together.
Ron looked over at the table where his friend lay close to death then back to the tearful Hermione. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her eyes shined with the salty water that leaked from her eyes.
“Oh Ron!” She cried running forwards towards him and wrapping her arms around him. Feeling slightly awkward he patted Hermione’s back softly trying to calm her down, they were both upset but crying wouldn’t do Harry any good.
“Come on Hermione,” Said Ron pushing her off him gently, not wanting to make things than they already were, “We better go send a letter up to the school.”
Hermione swallowed and rubbed her eyes, “Yeah.” She said blinking back more tears.
She followed Ron out of the MRI room as a small nurse with a gurney entered the room.
They walked out of the hospital and walked across the car parks and grounds until they were far enough away from the hospital so that nobody would recognise them. Looking each way shiftily Ron whistled and watched the sky until pigwidgeon could be seen plummeting out of the sky. He fell through the air until a few feet from the ground he regained control of his decent and slowly glided down to Ron.
Ron sighed and took a piece of parchment from Hermione who had wrote the letter on their way out of the hospital. He tied it to Pig’s leg and watched as the tiny owl zoomed up and away from the hospital.


This was quite hard to start and went though many title changes including Seizure, Anaphylaxis and Again *shrugs* But I thaught going into a coma would be good, Ive got an awesome idea for the next part and what the story will be based on... (no I dont plan my fics out )

and MERRY CHRISTMAS people!

P.S- I wrote this in my pajamas listening to my new iPod! Thank you santa! *giggle*

Ive been very busy today with updates! Lots of inspiration!

Drifting

Harry lay in the MRI machine, he was feeling tired again. He thought that it must just be because he hadn’t been able to sleep for days, not since the seizure. He was afraid that if he was tired and fell asleep he would have another seizure.
He felt his eyes close slowly and he snapped them back open again, he was getting worried now, if he had a seizure in the MRI would anyone see him? Would anyone rush to stop him dying? Nobody would know. Harry’s eyes searched the top of the machine that he could see as it continued to scan him with the repetitive thud.
There were no cameras in the scanner, nobody would see him. Unless he made a noise everyone would think everything was okay. Harry was about to tell them that he was feeling tired. Tell them that he was worried about having another seizure; maybe they would stop or check to see if he was okay. But before he had a chance to say anything he felt a wave of warmth, his eyes closed and he felt a soft drifting sensation. Everything was black, he couldn’t see a thing.
He felt his body loosen, he wanted to move but he couldn’t move at all. He wanted to do something, tell the doctors that he couldn’t move but his mind was feeling numb like his body.
He could hear mumbling from somewhere far away, he tried to shout but nothing happened. His eyes stayed closed and no sound escaped him. He was still and unmoving; the only sign of life in his body was the slow and steady rising and falling of his chest.
He could hear a faint crying noise, he couldn’t tell who it was or even if his sense deprived brain was imagining the sound of crying to give him the hope of coming back. Harry was confused. He had let his mind wander too far, come back from what? If he didn’t know what was happening then why did his brain think he did. His last thought worried him.
Harry wanted to shake his head but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t allow himself to die this way. He wouldn’t simply drift out of existence. He had duelled with some of the most powerful wizards of the modern way including voldemort himself. If voldemort couldn’t kill him neither would a simple muggle disease.
Harry let his mind wander to voldemort. He remembered his cold, evil laugh. One he knew he would probably hear again if he ever came back.
Came back from where? He thought again.
As he was pondering about what was happening to him a bright white light burst through the darkness, it started as a tiny pinprick and grew larger and larger until the black had completely been replaced by the white light.
Then the evil and gaunt face of voldemort faded up through the light, an evil grin spread across his face.
Harry wanted to scream but he couldn’t, all he could do was see the stare of the red cat like eyes of the most evil wizard ever to have existed.
Though voldemort’s face strayed in front of Harry’s eyes for just a fraction of a second it seemed like an eternity to Harry, but just as fast as the face had come it quickly faded away and left Harry back in the pitch darkness.