A/N: Firstly, thank you to everyone who has been reviewing and keeping up with my story "Many Time Ladies Over". That is the story that precedes this one. I decided to do this because this story will be crossing over with some other fandoms as well. Where this story goes, I'm not quite sure, but it will sure be one heckuva ride. For those who are just joining us, I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it. Thanks for everything, and as always, allonsy!


I had thrown my pack into a room further down the hallway, which funnily enough was the wardrobe room. I had more clothes than I thought. Well, it would help all of us out whenever and wherever we landed. I had set about working out the controls a little more, getting more familiar with my TARDIS and its operation. Having two hands would definitely help me out with landing and whatnot. I was actually surprised my TARDIS didn't shatter during my regeneration. Of course, it was a pretty sturdy one; I had made sure of that. The Doctor's was significantly older than mine. His chameleon circuit had burst; what it had ended up as, I hadn't a clue. No bother. I wasn't likely to see him anyways.

Aryn bounded in from the door. "Heya, Chancellor. Where are we headed to?"

I flashed a smile. "To see if a planet still exists; I have to make sure my people didn't destroy it." My smile faltered for a second in remembering my people. I shook my head clear. "There're rooms further down the hallway; find one and pick one, then come back. We're going to be leaving as soon as Kaal is here." She headed to the hallway and marched down to find her room. I didn't expect Kaal was going to be here soon, so it would give me and Aryn teaching time for the console. I needed her to know how to work it, at least partially. Consumed with details, I didn't notice Kaal was inside until he spooked me.

"So how does this work?" I nearly punched him in the face.

"Kaal, don't do that!" I yelled, forcibly clenching my fists to their sides. I relaxed and turned back to the console. "Go find yourself a room in the back, and then we'll all go over the basics, okay?" He left to find his room. I closed my eyes. This was going to become very interesting.


"So here's where we input all the data needed to start a trip; keyboard's here, screen's to the right." I adjusted the screen slightly so it was easier to see. "Now then, this lever gets the time rotor pumping, and this one here—well, I'm not sure what that one does. But," I said, quickly pressing a few buttons on the console, "these prime the engine so that it can be ready to leave, and not make such harsh grinding noises during take-off. The brakes are here, used gently during landing, and this is the engine lever. Got it?" They both nodded, Kaal inspecting the console further. "I'm not sure what some of this does, so we'll have to work on it together to figure it out."

Kaal looked at me and nodded. "Shouldn't be too hard; so where are we headed?"

"The Milky Way galaxy, third planet from the star Sol, year 2013. We need to see if it still exists." I pulled the rotor lever, the time rotor warming itself up. Engines were primed, the rotor was going; time to start the engine. I pulled on the lever and off we were.


I pressed the brakes slowly, the TARDIS groaning as it shook to a stop. I would have to practice a bit more to be smoother with them. Or I needed them to be greased; whatever. Now was not the time to be worried about the brakes. Once it gave a small shudder and stopped, I knew we had landed. Aryn and Kaal looked at me; once I gave them a smile, Aryn bolted for the door, Kaal not far behind.

She opened the door and Kaal slammed it shut. She yelped. "Kaal! I want to see where we landed!"

"And you can't just run out there not knowing what to expect," he said loudly. Aryn calmed down some, but was still slightly agitated.

"Well, you can't force me to stay in here," she huffed, her arms crossed.

"Actually, I can," I stated, holding up my TARDIS key. "You want to take a few more moments to think about what Kaal said?" Aryn seemed to be weighing her options. "We can do this the hard way, or you can listen to me and Kaal, and enjoy where we are, at least for a moment. Do we have a deal?"

She walked over to me and stuck out her hand. "Deal. Now can we please go and see where we landed?"

"Well, Aryn, we need to see if we've dressed appropriately. I'm not sure if a leather jacket, or both of your uniforms, will exactly help us blend in." I looked at the screen, noting that we were in the right year, and for location, I was at a loss. I really should have paid more attention when doing my studies. What in all of Gallifrey was "Hogwarts"?


After we had determined some pants and a shirt would do, we all cautiously stepped out to find ourselves in a forest. I did a quick check; sonic was in my jacket pocket, psychic paper in my back pocket, and I was good to go. Kaal had left his blaster in the TARDIS; we didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea, and were hoping we wouldn't need it. My sonic should cover most situations. I had locked the door and activated the chameleon circuit. Soon, it looked like a broken tree trunk. Suitable cover.

We started towards the sight and smell of smoke, the three of us looking more like a band of teens than a cadre of adventurers. Hopefully, that would work to our advantage. As the smell grew stronger, a small hut came into view. I glanced at Aryn and Kaal, who looked at me for direction. Well, it couldn't hurt to see who lived there and ask about what "Hogwarts" was. I strode towards the front door, intending to brazen myself up a bit before knocking. The door swung open before we got there, and a huge man stepped through. My mouth dropped; the man looked like a giant! I immediately closed my mouth and quietly chided Aryn and Kaal for having the same expression. The man blinked a few times, not quite sure if he saw us or not. I swallowed a lump down, taking a few more steps forward.

"Hello," I started, holding my hand out. The man narrowed his beady eyes at me, sizing me up. "My name is the—I mean, my name is Chancy. My friends and I, we were just taking a stroll—"

"Tha's a lie, if I e'er 'eard one," the man spoke, his deep voice rumbling. He took my hand tentatively, not sure if he should trust us or not. "No one e'er 'takes a stroll' in these 'ere woods. They're full o' dark magic, they are."

"Yes, well, you've caught us. We are actually a bit lost; could you tell us where we are, by chance?"

"What're ye doin' out 'ere then? Are ye some spies, come te find out 'ogwarts secrets?" the man growled, his hand slipping from mine and grabbing his umbrella. The man looked ready to spear us with his umbrella, and I wasn't sure whether to laugh or be scared at that prospect. He grabbed me with his other arm, my jacket choking me yet again. What is the deal with people choking me? I gasped and gurgled, trying to speak. Aryn piped up instead.

"Good sir, we are telling the truth. We are lost, and don't know at all what you're talking about. We can barely understand what you're saying." I nodded furiously, hoping he would set me down. He dropped me and pointed his umbrella at me. I grabbed my sonic and wielded it, warily keeping an eye on the man's umbrella. What did he hope to do with the thing? A burst of light shot out, and I barely dodged it. What in Rassilon's name was that?

I rubbed my throat. "Sir, please put down the umbrella; we wish only to talk." The man snarled at us.

"I think yer liars, all of ye!" he spat, his large frame looking rather intimidating. I wanted so badly to just run away, but I knew I had to take some sort of stand.

"I am one of the last of the Time Lords, and my friends aren't from around here either, sir. Why don't you take a proper look at us before claiming we're spies?" The man kept an arm up, ready to swing if he needed to. He then looked at each of us in turn, finally settling on Kaal and his face markings. His eyes flitted with unease. He wasn't sure what to think. "Sir, I'm sure if you help us find out what in all of Gallifrey is going on, we'll be on our way in a matter of days. Please help us," I said, holding a hand out to him. He glared at me.

"I'm not goin' te say if I believe ye or not, but we'll let the 'eadmistress decide. Foll'er me," he replied, starting up a path through his pumpkin patch. The man was easily 8 feet tall with a huge, bushy beard and long, tangled hair. I'd never seen anything quite as big as this man, but Aryn and Kaal had gotten over their shock. "Reminds me of a wampa," Kaal murmured, Aryn trying not to snigger. I shot them a disdainful look, then focused on following the man. We'd never gotten his name, I realized.

"Sir, if it's all right, could we get your name? I don't think we properly introduced ourselves. I'm Chancy, and my friends are Aryn and Kaal." He kept walking, and for a while I thought he hadn't heard me. As we reached what looked like heavy wooden doors to a huge castle overlooking a lake and rolling hills, he finally spoke.

"Me name's Rubeus Hagrid; that's all ye need te know." He easily opened the door and we were ushered inside. "Now, te take ye te 'eadmistresss McGonagall's office." He was silent the rest of the way to the office. "The quick brown fox jumped o'er the lazy dog," he said to thin air after a sudden stop. We heard grinding noises, and a stone staircase revealed itself carved into the wall.

"What in Rassilon's—?" I stuttered before quickly following Rubeus. Aryn and Kaal were on my heels, not wanting to miss a moment. He was taking the steps two at a time while I struggled behind him. After a short climb, we found ourselves in front of a door. I could hear yelling coming from the office. I strained to hear what was being said. It sounded like a woman yelling at one of the students.

"James Sirius Potter, you have a lot of nerve pulling what you did today!" a woman's voice shouted. "What in Godric's name were you thinking, trying to sneak out of the castle? You know what happened to your father, and his father, whenever they tried. Why, child? The Forbidden Forest is forbidden for a reason!" she yelled, her voice carrying a note of concern. I couldn't hear the reply, but I could tell the woman was answering him quietly as well, the shouting part now done. I heard some more words exchanged (I couldn't tell what was being said), and then scuffling as they made their way to the door. The headmistress pulled the door open to allow James Potter out of the office.

I looked at the boy; he couldn't have been more than 11 years old. He had dark wild hair and brown eyes. He was wearing what looked like robes with a crest emblazoned on the right side. A lion, a symbol of pride and honor. I smiled at him. The boy looked at us strangely, and left without a word. I watched him as he descended the stairs, a book swinging from his arm. I then caught the end of Rubeus' sentence. "—unauthorized on th' grounds, 'eadmistress."

"Thank you, Hagrid; I shall take them into the office." She watched him leave as we filed into her office. She turned around and crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing as she took us and our appearance in. "Well, ladies, gentleman, why don't we discuss this over at my desk?" she said in an even tone, which I assumed meant she would be talking and we would be listening. She guided us to the seats in front of her desk, and we all sat, uneasiness settling around us. She cleared her throat. "Let me be perfectly clear, you three, that what you have done is considered espionage, and can be punished by imprisonment. Being caught on the grounds of this school without the proper authority or documentation is a terrible offense, and needs to be brought to the attention of the Ministry. I regret to do this, especially to children as young as you, but the law is the law, I'm afraid." She turned to one of the paintings on the wall.

"But we do have documentation," I decreed, fishing out my psychic paper. I flipped it open, and she glanced at it. Her mouth opened in surprise.

"You're from the Ministry? Well, why didn't you say so?"

"Well, we were trying to see how the defenses were, and it was supposed to be a surprise inspection. You don't mind if we have a look around the castle, do you?"

The headmistress tried to speak, but she was at a loss for words momentarily. "Well, of course you may look around the castle; the students are not to be questioned." She paused, gathering her composure. She leaned in close. "You're here for the education inspections, aren't you?"

I didn't let the words phase me. I hadn't a clue what she was talking about. I gave her a grin. "Yes, yes, of course, Headmistress. McGonagall. So, are we free to go about the castle? It's an impressive castle, to be sure."

She looked at us a bit strangely. "Yes, but please remember not to question the students unless absolutely necessary. And all of you look rather young to be in such a high position."

"Oh yes, well, we graduated top of our classes, we did. Didn't we?" I asked the other two. They nodded meekly. They weren't sure what was going on. I wasn't either, but this was a way for us to prevent any other bad things from happening. "They're just a bit shy. It's their first time in a new country."

"Ah, Beauxbatons and Lamprad?"

"Yes, Headmistress. They're still a bit tired from the trip." Aryn attempted to yawn, to emphasize my point.

"Well, once you've concluded the inspections, please stop by my office and let me know how my staff is performing."

I smiled at the woman. "Not a problem, Headmistress. Thank you." With that, all three of us left the office, ready to explore this strange new world.