Old Fox meet New Fox
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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
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15,756
Reviews:
163
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Currently Reading:
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Old Fox meet New Fox
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything not even the plot *bows to rabbitfoot* this was her bunny; I’m just borrowing it to see what I can do with it. Anywho, read on and enjoy!
Warnings: Bad language, mentioned child abuse, random stuff.
Ch. 1 Snarky meet Sweet
House stared down and green eyes behind taped old-fashioned glasses stared back up at him. How the hell did he end up in this situation?
It started out a normal day, albeit his leg had been acting up thus he had been forced into using his damn cane. He went to work, did his usual genius thing, snarked out several patients AND hospital employees, plus had a wonderful lunch with fewer idiots than usual coming in towards the end of his shift.
The trouble had started when he arrived home. A car, not his own or any of he few people he knew, was parked there with a relatively pretty if uptight lady waited outside of. He remembered giving her one of his infamous ‘are you an idiot’ looks as she asked,” Are you Doctor House?” He had snorted,” No, I’m just a very polite burglar. Of course I’m House! Now, the question is; who wants to know?” She pulled a wallet and flashed a badge edged with Child Protection Services,” We need to talk.” He frowned,” Seeing as I have no children, I don’t see why.”
She popped open the back passenger and smiled into the car sweetly,” Come on Hun’ it’s safe to come out.” House raised on eyebrow as a small form slipped quietly out o the vehicle. He became even more shocked to see that not only was it a child but a rather badly mussed child. Bruises, a week or so old his medial side told him, stood out on his face and neck; not only that but the broken down taped glasses and baggy clothing told him the story. An abuse case.
House once more gave her a confused annoyed look,” Cute, now what’s this have to do with me?” The lady, still didn’t know her name one side of him grumbled, handed him a packet she had kept tucked under one arm as she held the child’s hand,” Is it not true that your family is not only English but that at one time you had ,distantly, blood ties to an English family by the name of Potter?”
House quickly scanned his memory before nodding,” Yeah, like third cousins once or twice removed. Again I ask, why?”
She smile, he cringed, and the child clung to her pants leg,” Well than, meet your nephew; Harry James Potter.”
And that’s how they’d gotten to this. The lady, never did catch her name, had invited herself inside, and bullied him –him of all people!- into signing the adoption papers. So here he was saddled with a 4 or 5 year old while he could barely stand adults!
He eyed the frightened figure, frowning and sighed when said child cringed when he scowled. Joy…
Sighing deeply he settled onto a seat and asked,” How old are you anyways?” the kid, gotta start thinking of him as Harry, looked at him nervously before ducking his head and mumbling something.
House rapped his cane once sharply on the floor,” In my house we speak up. I don’t bite unless you don’t show some bone, than I’ll bite you for being a door mat.” Harry, much better, squeaked and stuttered,” S-s-six sir…” Immediately ducking his head afterwards and stiffening as if expecting a blow.
House nodded,” Alright, older than I thought. Must be the abuse…malnutrition as well as physical harm; am I right? Of course I am…” The child was giving him a confused look now, a slight glint of calculation in green eyes. Oh, so not so timid so much as trained are we? Good.
He explained,” I’m a medical doctor, one of the best as a matter of fact. You, will have to come with me to work since I really don’t like foisting you off on some stranger. Besides, the world will be good for ya. Give you some much needed back bone.” He hefted himself up,” You can make yourself something to eat than bunk out here for the evening; spare blankets on the back of the couch and all. I am going to sleep since I do have work tomorrow; we’ll both need to be up early so we can get you something besides those rags to wear.”
He stumped towards his room when a slim hand attached itself to his pant leg gently. He turned to look,” Yes?” Harry nibbled his lip before asking softly,” What about my chores?” House snorted,” What chores? You make a mess, you clean it up. That about covers it.” Harry seemed confused and he patted him a bit awkwardly on his head,” Look, I may snap and snarl, but I won’t abuse you. Not until you’re older and work for me will I be any form of slave driver.”
His slight joke earned him a giggle. Patting him more confidently on the head he pointed at the couch,” Go to sleep runt. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
Harry nodded before scuttling back to the couch. He watched for a moment as the kid got ready before falling asleep. He was kinda cute. Shrugging House finished moving to his own room, dressing for bed and settling in for sleep.
His last thoughts were for how this was going to affect his bad reputation as a sarcastic, snarky, heartless, slave-driving monster…
Warnings: Bad language, mentioned child abuse, random stuff.
Ch. 1 Snarky meet Sweet
House stared down and green eyes behind taped old-fashioned glasses stared back up at him. How the hell did he end up in this situation?
It started out a normal day, albeit his leg had been acting up thus he had been forced into using his damn cane. He went to work, did his usual genius thing, snarked out several patients AND hospital employees, plus had a wonderful lunch with fewer idiots than usual coming in towards the end of his shift.
The trouble had started when he arrived home. A car, not his own or any of he few people he knew, was parked there with a relatively pretty if uptight lady waited outside of. He remembered giving her one of his infamous ‘are you an idiot’ looks as she asked,” Are you Doctor House?” He had snorted,” No, I’m just a very polite burglar. Of course I’m House! Now, the question is; who wants to know?” She pulled a wallet and flashed a badge edged with Child Protection Services,” We need to talk.” He frowned,” Seeing as I have no children, I don’t see why.”
She popped open the back passenger and smiled into the car sweetly,” Come on Hun’ it’s safe to come out.” House raised on eyebrow as a small form slipped quietly out o the vehicle. He became even more shocked to see that not only was it a child but a rather badly mussed child. Bruises, a week or so old his medial side told him, stood out on his face and neck; not only that but the broken down taped glasses and baggy clothing told him the story. An abuse case.
House once more gave her a confused annoyed look,” Cute, now what’s this have to do with me?” The lady, still didn’t know her name one side of him grumbled, handed him a packet she had kept tucked under one arm as she held the child’s hand,” Is it not true that your family is not only English but that at one time you had ,distantly, blood ties to an English family by the name of Potter?”
House quickly scanned his memory before nodding,” Yeah, like third cousins once or twice removed. Again I ask, why?”
She smile, he cringed, and the child clung to her pants leg,” Well than, meet your nephew; Harry James Potter.”
And that’s how they’d gotten to this. The lady, never did catch her name, had invited herself inside, and bullied him –him of all people!- into signing the adoption papers. So here he was saddled with a 4 or 5 year old while he could barely stand adults!
He eyed the frightened figure, frowning and sighed when said child cringed when he scowled. Joy…
Sighing deeply he settled onto a seat and asked,” How old are you anyways?” the kid, gotta start thinking of him as Harry, looked at him nervously before ducking his head and mumbling something.
House rapped his cane once sharply on the floor,” In my house we speak up. I don’t bite unless you don’t show some bone, than I’ll bite you for being a door mat.” Harry, much better, squeaked and stuttered,” S-s-six sir…” Immediately ducking his head afterwards and stiffening as if expecting a blow.
House nodded,” Alright, older than I thought. Must be the abuse…malnutrition as well as physical harm; am I right? Of course I am…” The child was giving him a confused look now, a slight glint of calculation in green eyes. Oh, so not so timid so much as trained are we? Good.
He explained,” I’m a medical doctor, one of the best as a matter of fact. You, will have to come with me to work since I really don’t like foisting you off on some stranger. Besides, the world will be good for ya. Give you some much needed back bone.” He hefted himself up,” You can make yourself something to eat than bunk out here for the evening; spare blankets on the back of the couch and all. I am going to sleep since I do have work tomorrow; we’ll both need to be up early so we can get you something besides those rags to wear.”
He stumped towards his room when a slim hand attached itself to his pant leg gently. He turned to look,” Yes?” Harry nibbled his lip before asking softly,” What about my chores?” House snorted,” What chores? You make a mess, you clean it up. That about covers it.” Harry seemed confused and he patted him a bit awkwardly on his head,” Look, I may snap and snarl, but I won’t abuse you. Not until you’re older and work for me will I be any form of slave driver.”
His slight joke earned him a giggle. Patting him more confidently on the head he pointed at the couch,” Go to sleep runt. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
Harry nodded before scuttling back to the couch. He watched for a moment as the kid got ready before falling asleep. He was kinda cute. Shrugging House finished moving to his own room, dressing for bed and settling in for sleep.
His last thoughts were for how this was going to affect his bad reputation as a sarcastic, snarky, heartless, slave-driving monster…