Just an idea I've had floating in my head. I'm going to warn you, this isn't really going to be good.

I do not own Harry Potter or Doctor Who

Moody's wheezing became more frequent. Then, he began to mutate.

His head began to swell, causing his glass eye to pop out. His body became thinner and taller. Most of his winkles disappeared. His long, golden locks turned to jet black and became shorter. He grew sideburns!

His swollen face began to swell down, taking a new face.

After a deep intake of breath, he opened his eyes. He reeled back in shock.

Who are these people? There was an old man, an old women, a middle-aged man, and a gangly looking teenage boy. They looked shocked too.

The room looked different. Had it been destroyed? Well, it certainly picked a depressing decor to renovate itself with. Not to mention, odd people to place in it. All of them, except for the boy who looked rather dirty and cut up, were dressed in robes. Two of them were wearing funny looking hats.

Why did you place these people in here, girl? There was no response. Girl? Still no response. Why wasn't it responding? Did it want him to find out who these people were himself? No, not that. Are you there girl? He began to grow anxious. Then he realized what had happened.

His face turned crimson.

"This is quite embarrassing," He said out loud. "It appears as though I've regenerated into the wrong body!"

What did I tell you? Criticism wanted!