Alternate Realities Suck

Author's Note: I got the idea for this from a Doctor Who fanart I saw on DeviantArt. It's a bit darker than I originally intended, but I quite like it. I'm going to put the link to the art up on my profile right after I post this so that you can see. And yes, this is definitely a Harry Potter crossover. You really only need to have seen the Fourth film to get it. Read and Review, loves.


The beach… it felt like ages ago. In truth, it was only a year. But a year without the Doctor… not seeing him, hearing him… even hearing of him… it felt like an eternity.

Mickey… she couldn't go back to him… not back with him. Certainly not after the Doctor. Just like she couldn't go back to working in a shop. It would have been so mundane, too dull to handle. The very thought!

Luckily (or maybe not so luckily) she'd gotten a job investigating alien encounters… that wasn't so mundane. Even if she did still live in old London town.

And it was on what felt like a mundane day that she saw him. He was all but identical to the Doctor… except, he wasn't. The first glance of him had been brief, in a crowded London street. Before she could even call out, he was gone.

The investigation she was currently assigned to was focusing on strange happenings. Almost stranger than anything she'd seen. Bridges collapsing, endless unexplainable fog, men in masks waving wooden sticks while speaking Latin. They were making people scream, the investigative team was told, and probably causing those deaths that had no apparent cause.

The team had taken to questioning people who seemed suspicious… they couldn't risk going out in those attacks, though she insisted that she'd be fine. It was during one of those questionings that she saw him again.

He so looked like the Doctor. The hair, the stature, the face… only the eyes were different. Half-crazed. Not in the occasionally slightly mad way that the Doctor's had been, but truly maniacally insane.

She wanted to forget the Doctor; she had been trying… but she'd been failing. This man only made it worse. He'd been brought in for questioning, and she froze when she saw him.

"D-doctor?"

She couldn't help it. It slipped out. It was absurd, and it was met with a sneer.

"What do you want, Muggle?"

She didn't know what that word meant, but she was certain that it was an insult.

"Who are you?" she asked, composing herself.

"Why should I tell you? Who are you to me?"

"Look… if you don't tell me who you are, I'm going to have to shut you up in prison. Maybe you'll get death… if you're found guilty. And without a testimony or a name, that seems likely."

"As if you could kill me!"

"Tell me your name." She was trying to remain calm, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

"I could kill you, you know. Right now, with a flick of this."

He pulled a wooden stick out of his… what was he wearing? A cloak? Robes?

"I think I'll let you live, though."

He said it as if he was being charitable. This infuriated her. Who was he to choose her fate!?

"Are you the Doctor?"

Another sneer. "I don't even know who you're talking about. Now, if you'll excuse me."

With some Latin words and a swish of his wooden stick, he unlocked the door and left the interrogation room. That should have been impossible.

She had no idea why, but she followed him, running to keep up.

"Wait!"

He turned to face her, a cruel gleam in his eyes.

"Muggles – that's what you are – deserve death."

She didn't follow him as he left.

Sighing, Rose sank to the floor.

"Oh I hate alternate worlds."