Okay, I actually literally could not not write and publish this. Yeah, I know. I've got two others going on right now too, and school, and swim team, but that's not the point! The point is, my dear readers, that you are going to love this! I think it would be hilarious if these guys went to Hogwarts! Also, today I had a marathon of Doctor Who and then watch Order of the Phoenix, so it all just melded together into this big globular mass of epicness. So, without further ado...
Doctor: Do I get to do the thing now? Yeah? Alright! So, our dear author does not own Doctor Who, or Harry Potter, if she did she would probably be a multi millionaire and not wadting her time on such things like fanfiction. Wait, why am I wasting time on fanfiction? The Daleks are attacking right now! Come Along, Pond!
The Doctor, Amy, and Rory all stumbled out of the TARDIS, each fending off the deadly smoke.
"I cannot believe," the Doctor said in between coughs, and looking pointedly at River, "that in the entire time I have known you, you have shot my TARDIS not once, but twice!" River shrugged, and replied,
"I guess saying this time was an accident wouldn't be a complete lie, I was aiming at you. Honestly, someone has to deflate that overinflated head of yours," The Doctor unconsciously touched the side of his head where the bullet had streamed passed.
"Um, 'scuse me," Amy said, "but in case ya haven' noticed, we don' even know where, or when, we are. Now isn't the time to be worryin' 'bout the Doctor's ego. Not excessively that is," The Doctor ignored the last insult and peeked inside the TARDIS.
"Exhaust Fans on," he said, and his hair was whipped out of his face as the fumes were extracted from the box. He tsked a couple of times as he inspected the console.
"Okay," he said, "okay, this is not good at all. What did that mean woman d to you, huh girl? What did she do to you?" The Doctor became wrapped up in his thoughts as he began bouncing around the console, groaning in annoyance even louder each time he inspected it from a new angle. The multiple bullets had
A) gone through the floor and severed many different cords
B) hit the console from many different angles, frying tons of circuits and destroying multiple buttons and levers
C) hit the timey-wimey pulley thingy in the center that the Doctor hadn't really come up with a name for yet.
This was bad, this was really bad. He let out a frustrated yell, startling his three companions.
"Okay," he said, calming himself down and grabbing the screen, "where are we?" He tapped it a few times, before a display popped up. The date and location read,
August 10, 1995
London, England
The Doctor let his cheeks puff up, and deflate again as he spun around, heading back out the doors to confirm this. The cobblestone streets, dreary skies, umbrellas, and crowded buildings were all the proof he needed. Well, that and a quick buzz from his sonic screwdriver.
"Alright," he said, his mind moving at a million miles per hour, as he turned to his companions, "do any of you believe in magic? Yes? Good, because we have crashed right into it. Now, by a show of hands how many of you have ever wanted to be a wizard? Just me then? Brilliant! Uh uh, no interruptions, River. May I proceed? Thank you, well, one of our passengers seems to have scheduled an early landing, so instead of hitting the moon of Estelbar, we are instead stuck here until I can repair the TARDIS, which, oh give or take a few days, should take about nine months, sixteen days, and twelve hours. So, during that time we will be studying, be prepared for it, magic! Yes, I know! This birthday party will be much cooler than the one I had planned for you, Rory! Honestly, who needs to visit a place full of talking clothing when you can make clothing talk yourself! Now, oh, right, specifics! Questions, one more time, who ever wishes they could be a teen again? You know, when you were all young, and innocent, and, well, maybe not quite innocent, but young! So, that's what you will be! Yes, we will all be fifteen year olds again! Except me, no fifteen would be far too young for me! No, I'll probably be around 200-300. So, how will we achieve this feat? I'm glad you asked, Miss Pond! With this!" He jumped upwards, grabbing onto a rope that had been dangling from the ceiling. He then let his own body weight pull it down, revealing a chair that looked startlingly like the one in the Pandorica. He swung to the back, which revealed a control pad, and typed in some gibberish.
"Any volunteers?" He asked, "No? I didn't think so! Because none of you know what this actually does! So, it basically can reprogram your molecular structure, or at least un-update it to the point where you look young! Now, lucky you three, you are so young that you won't forget anything, or experience any weird side affects. Me... I don't know. Never tried it on me before. But, do not be alarmed if I don't recognize you and/or me. So! Onward! I have to go last, considering I need special coding, so one of you first! Amy? Rory? River?"
Rory took a deep breath, and said,
"I-I'll go," the Doctor smiled widely at him, clapping his friend on the shoulder, and steering him into the chair. He proceeded to sit down, and be strapped in, or whatever you'd call it. The Doctor sung around to the back, and grabbed a lever.
"Also," he said, "fair warning, dint be alarmed if you feel a large pinch, like, everywhere,"
"What?" Rory asked in alarm as the Doctor threw the switch, and a bright blue light filled the room. Rory let out a yell, more of surprise than anything, as he felt the short-lived process. It couldn't have lasted longer than fifteen seconds, and the light quickly dissipated. And when it did, a young teenage boy, with slightly long brown hair and bluish grey eyes sat before them.
"Woah!" He said, in his new younger voice, "that was unexpected!" He stood up shakily as the machine released him, and began to expect his new body, while Amy was stepping forward to take her turn. Young Amy really didn't have too much of a different appearance, considering older Amy already looked pretty young. There were just a few noticeable features, like her drop in height, and loss in make-up. River was honestly quite a beautiful teenager, with her trademark big hair, round, soft face, and small, barely noticeable smile lines.
"Okay, my turn," the Doctor said, as he carefully inspected the panel. He seemed to type something in, become unhappy with it, change it to something else, and become unhappy with that over and over again. After what seemed like an eternity, he smiled at himself and clapped his hands together.
"Alright then!" He exclaimed, "let's get this show in the road! Oh, and Ponds, if I may, it would be quite weird for you two to be married, so..." The two got the message, and quickly took off their rings, placing them in a small box the doctor had helpfully provided.
"Okay!" He said, as the seat strapped him in, "Geronimo!" And a blinding light filled the room. The Doctor gritted his teeth, as he felt hundreds of years disappearing. He hoped that he didn't lose any important memories, as he was quite aware of the fact that he could no longer figure out how the Master had reappeared, which was weird. He'd already dealt with the master, hadn't he? Yes, he had. He knew he had, so why was he so uncertain? And, and Rose! Where was Rose? And Martha, and Donna? They couldn't be gone, could they? No, they were right there, waiting for him. Right... There...
The Doctor gasped as he was yanked back to reality, and he saw the Ponds and River looking at him curiously.
"Wow," Amy said, "I din't realize he could look so young,"
The Doctor sent her a glare, and pushed himself out of a chair, spinning around to find a mirror. He smiled as River held one up for him, and he inspected his features. His face definitely had a younger aspect to it, his hair gel had luckily stood up to the process, and he had freckles! Freckles polka-doting his nose and cheeks. He smiled giddily at this, quite excited to have something new.
"But still not ginger," he muttered to himself. "Well," he announced louder, "come along, everyone! We can't stay here, at least not right now. No, the TARDIS is going to leak noxious fumes faster than I can clear them out, so get to your rooms, grab anything that you find absolutely necessary right now, and meet me out front in five minutes. If you aren't there, I am leaving without you and you have five! Four Fifty-nine, Four Fifty-eight!" The group quickly scrambled off as e Doctor hopped out of his box.
"Don't worry, girl," he said, "I'm going to be back in time to fix you! Don't worry! And hey, you're going to get a train ride, won't that be fun?"
The TARDIS made a whirring sound and the Doctor sighed,
"Okay, you don't have to bring up that incident on the Polar Express every time I mention trains. I mean, honestly! How was I supposed to know the cyber men had created their own little cyber elves!"
The TARDIS whirred agin, and the Doctor sighed again,
"You are truly impossible," he said, just as Amy planted herself in front of him.
"We're ready!" She said, as Rory and River followed her. The Doctor smiled.
"Great!" He said, "follow me!"
Amy and Rory exchanged glances. "To where?" They asked. The Doctor held up a little handwritten note in red ink that had an address written on it,
"The Leaky Cauldron
London, England
Your one stop for bed, food, and an entrance to Diagonal Alley.
And, Chapter one is done! I'm feeling pretty good about this story so far, how about you guys? Yeah! Give me five! High fives all around! High fives to you, and to my cat, and to my dog, and my sister, and, what the heck, Rory! Get in here! You get a high five too! Yay! You hear that, other fan girls? I just high fives Rory Williams! How do you all feel now!
Rory: that actually sounded kind of mean.
Me: oh, sorry. Probably shouldn't be typing at two in the morning. I'm going to proof read this in the morning and be all like, 'Woah, what the heck is gong on there?'