A.N. This is my first fanfiction. More chapters on the way! Please enjoy

Diclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or House M.D.

"Blue jellybeans."

Professor McGonagall swept onto the rising steps of the ancient gargoyle, her brow creased in worry and her lips thinner than usual. She reached the top and the door swung open, revealing the familiar room of whizzing and whirring objects. Only today, everything was still.

"The phoenix tears didn't work."

Dumbledore strode over to Fawkes and stroked her head. "You tried."

"Albus! This girl will die soon! She must be sent home!"

"She is too sick."

"What are we going to do?"

"Try something else."

"But we've tried everything!'

Dumbledore peered down his half moon glasses. "Not everything."

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"As you all know, one of our students is very sick."

All around the great hall, heads turned to look at Harry and Ron. They both had their heads down.

"Sick," Dumbledore continued "with something that magic cannot cure. Professor McGonagall and I have discussed this deeply, and we have one last hope for her."

"Just let the mudblood die already!" Malfoy whispered. A few kids around him snickered. "What is he going to do next? Bring in muggles to fix her?"

"We are bringing in a team of doctors from America." Dumbledore's eye twinkled. "They are muggles."

A gasp ran like a tidal wave across the great hall.

"Wow muggles!""What? How can muggles fix something wizards can't?"

"Those filthy animals!"

"My cousin is a muggle."

Dumbledore brought up his hands. The hall hushed. "This is the only way we can save her. Now we don't want to have to erase memories unnecessarily. These people must not know of magic. We are building a new sick bay outside the castle for them to work on her because I'm afraid the castle itself would give a lot away." He Leaned over, his electric blue eyes penetrating each and every student. "We must warn you all. Do not use magic anywhere near them. These doctors are the last chance for her."

An eerie silence settled over the great hall.

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"What the hell are they thinking?! How are muggles meant to fix her when magic can't?!" Ron was fuming.

"What? You want to just give up on her do you?" Harry questioned.

"Well this is basically the same thing! You always say how much you hate the muggles you live with!"

Harry lay back on his bed and closed his eyes. He didn't need to think about the Dursleys right now. He had enough to think about for now. He just couldn't forget the day that she became sick. He was angry at himself for letting her pass off the rash and fevers as nothing. Maybe if he had made her see the nurse earlier, they could've fixed it. And Hermione wouldn't be dying.

How did I go? My first chapter of my first fanfiction? Please review with all your comments!