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Chapter Seven

House stood at the railing, looking out to the lobby of the main hospital. Hermione was pushing the cranky professor's chair, who was mostly well now. All of the others that had been there had left the month before. Snape only had minor wounds and was healing up quickly now that the venom was now out of his system. And so he was now going home, wherever that was. Right as they arrived at the doorway, she stopped pushing the wheelchair and turned towards House. A slow smile grew on her face, as she pulled out a balled up piece of paper and threw it up in the air.

His eyes followed it as it unfurled and golden glittery lights erupted from it. It changed little by little until it changed into a papery bluebird that flittered and flew straight over to him. It danced on invisible air currents until it came close enough for it to land on his outstretched finger for just the barest of moments. A jolt of magic went through him and soon the bird was flying away and exploding in midair in a rain of fireworks that had many there ducking.

"Magic," Cuddy said, as she joined him at the rail watching the last of the golden sparks dying away. "I'm still trying to get my head around that." She held out an envelope to him. "Here, Miss Granger gave this to me to give to you." He took it, looking towards the doors, but found that they were already gone. "Well, don't just stand there. Open it!"

He did so to find a short missive in small neat script.

Dear Dr. House,

By the time you read this, we will be gone. Thank you, sir, from the bottom of my heart. I wish there was something that I could do for your leg, but alas all the research I did revealed that it is far too late for nearly anything I could do for you to be anything other than temporary. You have approximately forty-eight hours. Use them well.

Until we meet again, Miss Hermione Jean Granger, future college student of arithmancy.

"What does she mean that you have forty-eight hours?" Cuddy inquired. "Of what exactly?"

He closed his eyes, even as he put all his weight evenly between both his legs and for the first time in way too many years for him to count, he released his cane. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and looked over to Cuddy. "I have to have the rest of today and tomorrow off. I'll be back before you know it."

He kept walking away without turning back to the yelling woman. He had to find Wilson and ditch work! A genuine smile lit his face and he went looking for his friend. Time was a wasting!

The End.

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And so we've come to the end of another story. Thank you to everyone that took the time to read, reviewed, and followed/favorited. The fact that you took the time to do so means a lot. For those who are wondering, this is basically it for this. I have no plans for a sequel or continuing this story. But I never say never, as you can never tell when the muse will strike or how. Thanks once more and until next we meet, vale (Latin, look it up!).