Hey, it's Martha here. I have FINALLY written my own Fanfiction so yay for me!
Disclaimer: You: Who are you?
Me: But of course, I am Steven Moffat!
You: But you're a girl!
Me: That is because I am J.K. Rowling!
You: But you just said-
Me: I am both of them, and I am the Doctor. As you know, J.K. Rowling is but a pen name and Harry Potter was written in mourning for each dead assistant. And Doctor Who is an autobiography. THEY ARE ALL THE DOCTORRRRRRR. And no, I still do not own anything as I am only twelve. ;-; I cry now.
Red lights glowed and buzzed around the TARDIS. EMERGENCY! Any normal person would interpret it as, but the Doctor knew better. INCOMING it yelled and he threw the doors open to receive a small glowing cube; a timelord distress signal if ever he saw one. It turned slowly on it's axis so that he could see a symbol imprinted on it's side.
"Master" he sighed and reached out to touch it , "what have you done now..." But the moment his fingers touch it he saw something leap from the cube to the control panel. A spark? As he turned around, however, another miniature lightning bolt leapt from the cube's point to the small of his back. It fixed there, letting deadly amounts of energy flow down the vibrating metal tube into his body, making both his hearts quiver, and not in a good way.
His body shook and the infinity of the TARDIS filled with pain and confusion. Why would the Master do this? What had happened to his Koschei? The TARDIS spiralled towards Scotland and the Doctor realised as he slowly lost consciousness that the only way out, the only way he could stop this was to-
The TARDIS floated gently down to the little blue planet known, by it's ape-like inhabitants, as 'Earth'. As it floated quietly over a small village known as 'Hogsmead', a young boy with an old mind slid out of the open doors and landed with a soft 'poof' into the deep snow. A light flickered on in one of the pubs and an old man rushed outside to see what had happened to this unconscious child who had fallen from the sky. Eventually, Aberforth came to the conclusion that he was a terrified muggle-born who had tried to fly away from the school on his broomstick but fallen off nearby, so he picked up the black-haired boy and took him inside his home to warm up.
Hope you liked it! I will be posting more... *Fades dramatically into the shadows*