The Universe.
Often believed to be everything.
It's not.
No matter how much you silly little apes would believe so, everything is so much more. Many universes exist, many tiny little species crawling around on the marbles they call home.
Like ants.
It really is astounding how you think that you are the centre of the galaxy. One thing the Doctor tends to put in perspective I suppose. At least he's good for that.
Ramblings aside, this tale is not what you may expect. No goody-two shoes saving of the world, no defeating dark lords to save you miserable sheeple.
No.
This is a story from the opposite end of the spectr-
Actually, no, this is a story from someone outside the spectrum, something your pathetic little grey splodge you call a brain could not possibly comprehend.
I am not a hero.
I'm not a villain either really.
I've been called a madman, a fiend, a destroyer.
I've also been called a saviour, a friend, and a creator.
It's all perspective really.
Something I understand far too well.
As for the Doctor, well, he won't be able to interfere until it's far too late. By then, I'll have control of this pathetic little planet, and no one will stop me.
No one can stop the war drums.
Always those 4 drums, never stopping, always marching on.
Marching through those insipid little simians, like Dumbledore and his order of turkeys, and UNIT.
Insignificant really.
They have such delusions of grandeur, they believe that they can stop people like me.
I am the Master. I cannot be stopped.
I am Harry Potter. I will not falter.
I am their ruler, and I will NOT be denied.