These characters belong to JK Rowling; I don't know who exactly owns the
characters from DOCTOR WHO.
CURSED BE THE MONSTERS
An experimental DOCTOR WHO/HARRY POTTER crossover
Albus Dumbledore crossed the last T in the word "mittelalter." He put the quill down and looked up from the letter. He stared across the room, into the far corner of his office. He felt as if something were about to happen; as the seconds passed,the feeling intensified. The energy inside the room had changed in a way he could not define. The usual noises of the office seemed to elongate and slow down; he could differentiate between each and every one. The subjects of pictures on the walls continued snoring.
Dumbledore tensed; as old as he was, his senses were as sharp as they had
always been. He readied himself to cast one heavy mother of a spell-
Fawkes ruffled his feathers. The burst of noise filled the office,and
freed Dumbledore from distraction. Fortunately,Fawkes had taken action before his elderly fool of a companion had zoned out indefinitely.
Dumbledore stood up. He stretched,and then walked to Fawkes's perch.
The bird looked as nervous as a phoenix could. It couldn't be near a Burning
Day; Fawkes's plumage was full and vivid.
"You feel it too,don't you?"
Fawkes hopped onto Dumbledore's waiting arm. He burst into brief flight,landing amidst the mess on the desk. He looked up.
"I'm coming," Dumbledore said.
He walked backwards,retracing his steps. Finally,he bumped into the desk.
He eased himself on top of it. Fawkes rested his head in Dumbledore's lap.
"What is the matter?" What could possibly happen? No one could Apparate or
Disapparate inside Hogwarts. A gang of Death Eaters could burst into the
office; he could destroy them with a look.
"What would you call a group of Death Eaters,Fawkes? A murder is already
taken. So is a gaggle...there's a word for a group of jellyfish,but It's
escaped me momentarily..."
He chuckled.
"Look at us,Fawkes."
Fawkes began to sing.
He relaxed,listening to the music. Fawkes knew him unnervingly well. He
closed his eyes,and the tension faded. He wiped a few tears away when they
came. He couldn't help crying; music this beautiful inevitably moved him. He
had once said that music was magic beyond anything done at Hogwarts and
he meant it. Fawkes could have burst into a grindcore gurgle and it would
have been sublime. The bird and his music were immortal; he felt no sadness
knowing they would outlive him. What he felt amounted to simple paranoia,
which was perfectly healthy in sparing doses.
"I'm an old man," Dumbledore said. "I've earned the right to be eccentric."
Fawkes tilted his head. Dumbledore fed him a treat.
"I'm not leaving you,old friend. Not for a good long time."
He went back to his chair. He resumed writing,and Fawkes stalked around on
his desk. Eventually,he peered over the upside-down paper,and then sat in
Dumbledore's lap,only his head showing over the desk,trying to read the words. Dumbledore knew he could understand both German and Italian,as well as a number of other languages; the only challenge was deciphering his owner's handwriting.
Dumbledore had just begun to debate whether "ubermenschverruckterin" could actually be a word when a strange metallic wheezing drew his attention back to the corner. As he watched,a blue police box materialized out of nothingness.Dumbledore had expected something far more sinister. He had seen a multitude of films about alien invaders. The appearance of such a mundane object did not alarm him in the least; instead,he felt instant fascination with the mysterious box,an intellectual curiosity he could not resist indulging. He stood. Fawkes relocated from his knee to his shoulder.
Arr,matey,he thought.
He stepped closer. He reached out to touch the surface-
-and the door of the box opened...from the inside.
A young woman appeared out of the dark interior,her back to Dumbledore."-a
carnivorous organism,like last time," the young woman said,laughter in her
voice. She wore a jacket,a single word emblazoned on the back: ACE. "Sending
me out to scope-"
It was then that she turned. Her mouth dropped open when she saw Dumbledore;
Over his glasses,he smiled at her,bowing slightly; she had a cherubic face,
but there was mischief in her eyes. He sensed something else in them-as if
she had wandered far and wide with no set destination. Her face held
knowledge beyond her years. She wore the jacket, a pair of black boots,
dark jeans and a shirt that revealed the letters ALM DEA.
"Napalm Death?" he asked,delighting in her answering grin.
Fawkes sang a single note. It vibrated in the air,even as it dissipated.
From inside the police box: "What was that?"
"Professor,there's someone here," the young lady said. "There's a bird with
him." She said this into the box.
Someone else emerged from inside the box. Dumbledore wondered how many
other people were in there. The man wore brown corduroy trousers and a
crazy-colored sweater with question marks all over it; on top of that was
a white coat with red lining; he carried an umbrella under his arm. He was
a funny little man with a rubbery face, gingery hair and a scientific air about him.
"Ah,hello," he said. "I'm the Doctor. You've met my young friend Ace."
He said the last part as if Dumbledore would regret it.
"Albus Dumbledore,headmaster of Hogwarts. This is Fawkes."
"As in Guy Fawkes?" Ace asked.
"Indeed."
"Wicked!"
Dumbledore's grin widened. "Not in the least."
"No,I meant-"
"Where did you say we are?" the Doctor interrupted.
"Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. Or Wizardry And Witchcraft.
Whichever you prefer."
"Are you a wizard?" Ace asked.
"I am," he nodded.
Ace beamed.
"There are certain spells and enchantments cast on Hogwarts," Dumbledore
said. "They should have prevented your vehicle from...well,we call it
Apparating."
"My TARDIS has a mind all her own,Headmaster."
"TARDIS?"
"Stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space."
"Then you're time travelers."
"Oh yes," the Doctor said.
Like everything he said,the words were full of mystery.
"It looks like a telephone box."
"It's dimensionally transcendent."
Of course,this was not a new concept to him; he had been in his share of tents with three-bedroom apartment interiors. But he still felt curious. After a long moment,Dumbledore asked "Could I see?"
"Go ahead."
They stepped out of his way. Dumbledore had to duck down; Fawkes held onto
him as he did. He crossed the dark threshold,and then passed from darkness
into the white,cool room dominated by the strange console in the middle. There was a door in the far wall. How big could this vehicle be?
Fawkes made a noise in his throat.
"I know,I know," Dumbledore said.
He could sense someone behind him.
Dumbledore turned; the Doctor stood in the entryway,withdrawing his
hand from one of his pockets,and he held a bulky package.
"Would you like a jelly baby,Professor?" He held the bag out.
Dumbledore took the bag. "Would you like a lemon drop?"
"Two," the Doctor said. "One for Ace."
He dug through his pockets and came up with two lemon drops. He
handed them to the Doctor. Then he investigated the bag; it was
full of jelly beans not unlike Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. He
selected a red one,hoping it wouldn't taste like blood. He popped it
into his mouth,savoring the pleasant cherry taste.
"Headmaster," the Doctor said,"I hate to be abrupt,but do you have a
telescope?"
"A telescope?" Dumbledore asked. "Why,yes,we do. In the Astronomy tower."
"Could I use it?"
"I think that could be arranged..."
characters from DOCTOR WHO.
CURSED BE THE MONSTERS
An experimental DOCTOR WHO/HARRY POTTER crossover
Albus Dumbledore crossed the last T in the word "mittelalter." He put the quill down and looked up from the letter. He stared across the room, into the far corner of his office. He felt as if something were about to happen; as the seconds passed,the feeling intensified. The energy inside the room had changed in a way he could not define. The usual noises of the office seemed to elongate and slow down; he could differentiate between each and every one. The subjects of pictures on the walls continued snoring.
Dumbledore tensed; as old as he was, his senses were as sharp as they had
always been. He readied himself to cast one heavy mother of a spell-
Fawkes ruffled his feathers. The burst of noise filled the office,and
freed Dumbledore from distraction. Fortunately,Fawkes had taken action before his elderly fool of a companion had zoned out indefinitely.
Dumbledore stood up. He stretched,and then walked to Fawkes's perch.
The bird looked as nervous as a phoenix could. It couldn't be near a Burning
Day; Fawkes's plumage was full and vivid.
"You feel it too,don't you?"
Fawkes hopped onto Dumbledore's waiting arm. He burst into brief flight,landing amidst the mess on the desk. He looked up.
"I'm coming," Dumbledore said.
He walked backwards,retracing his steps. Finally,he bumped into the desk.
He eased himself on top of it. Fawkes rested his head in Dumbledore's lap.
"What is the matter?" What could possibly happen? No one could Apparate or
Disapparate inside Hogwarts. A gang of Death Eaters could burst into the
office; he could destroy them with a look.
"What would you call a group of Death Eaters,Fawkes? A murder is already
taken. So is a gaggle...there's a word for a group of jellyfish,but It's
escaped me momentarily..."
He chuckled.
"Look at us,Fawkes."
Fawkes began to sing.
He relaxed,listening to the music. Fawkes knew him unnervingly well. He
closed his eyes,and the tension faded. He wiped a few tears away when they
came. He couldn't help crying; music this beautiful inevitably moved him. He
had once said that music was magic beyond anything done at Hogwarts and
he meant it. Fawkes could have burst into a grindcore gurgle and it would
have been sublime. The bird and his music were immortal; he felt no sadness
knowing they would outlive him. What he felt amounted to simple paranoia,
which was perfectly healthy in sparing doses.
"I'm an old man," Dumbledore said. "I've earned the right to be eccentric."
Fawkes tilted his head. Dumbledore fed him a treat.
"I'm not leaving you,old friend. Not for a good long time."
He went back to his chair. He resumed writing,and Fawkes stalked around on
his desk. Eventually,he peered over the upside-down paper,and then sat in
Dumbledore's lap,only his head showing over the desk,trying to read the words. Dumbledore knew he could understand both German and Italian,as well as a number of other languages; the only challenge was deciphering his owner's handwriting.
Dumbledore had just begun to debate whether "ubermenschverruckterin" could actually be a word when a strange metallic wheezing drew his attention back to the corner. As he watched,a blue police box materialized out of nothingness.Dumbledore had expected something far more sinister. He had seen a multitude of films about alien invaders. The appearance of such a mundane object did not alarm him in the least; instead,he felt instant fascination with the mysterious box,an intellectual curiosity he could not resist indulging. He stood. Fawkes relocated from his knee to his shoulder.
Arr,matey,he thought.
He stepped closer. He reached out to touch the surface-
-and the door of the box opened...from the inside.
A young woman appeared out of the dark interior,her back to Dumbledore."-a
carnivorous organism,like last time," the young woman said,laughter in her
voice. She wore a jacket,a single word emblazoned on the back: ACE. "Sending
me out to scope-"
It was then that she turned. Her mouth dropped open when she saw Dumbledore;
Over his glasses,he smiled at her,bowing slightly; she had a cherubic face,
but there was mischief in her eyes. He sensed something else in them-as if
she had wandered far and wide with no set destination. Her face held
knowledge beyond her years. She wore the jacket, a pair of black boots,
dark jeans and a shirt that revealed the letters ALM DEA.
"Napalm Death?" he asked,delighting in her answering grin.
Fawkes sang a single note. It vibrated in the air,even as it dissipated.
From inside the police box: "What was that?"
"Professor,there's someone here," the young lady said. "There's a bird with
him." She said this into the box.
Someone else emerged from inside the box. Dumbledore wondered how many
other people were in there. The man wore brown corduroy trousers and a
crazy-colored sweater with question marks all over it; on top of that was
a white coat with red lining; he carried an umbrella under his arm. He was
a funny little man with a rubbery face, gingery hair and a scientific air about him.
"Ah,hello," he said. "I'm the Doctor. You've met my young friend Ace."
He said the last part as if Dumbledore would regret it.
"Albus Dumbledore,headmaster of Hogwarts. This is Fawkes."
"As in Guy Fawkes?" Ace asked.
"Indeed."
"Wicked!"
Dumbledore's grin widened. "Not in the least."
"No,I meant-"
"Where did you say we are?" the Doctor interrupted.
"Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. Or Wizardry And Witchcraft.
Whichever you prefer."
"Are you a wizard?" Ace asked.
"I am," he nodded.
Ace beamed.
"There are certain spells and enchantments cast on Hogwarts," Dumbledore
said. "They should have prevented your vehicle from...well,we call it
Apparating."
"My TARDIS has a mind all her own,Headmaster."
"TARDIS?"
"Stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space."
"Then you're time travelers."
"Oh yes," the Doctor said.
Like everything he said,the words were full of mystery.
"It looks like a telephone box."
"It's dimensionally transcendent."
Of course,this was not a new concept to him; he had been in his share of tents with three-bedroom apartment interiors. But he still felt curious. After a long moment,Dumbledore asked "Could I see?"
"Go ahead."
They stepped out of his way. Dumbledore had to duck down; Fawkes held onto
him as he did. He crossed the dark threshold,and then passed from darkness
into the white,cool room dominated by the strange console in the middle. There was a door in the far wall. How big could this vehicle be?
Fawkes made a noise in his throat.
"I know,I know," Dumbledore said.
He could sense someone behind him.
Dumbledore turned; the Doctor stood in the entryway,withdrawing his
hand from one of his pockets,and he held a bulky package.
"Would you like a jelly baby,Professor?" He held the bag out.
Dumbledore took the bag. "Would you like a lemon drop?"
"Two," the Doctor said. "One for Ace."
He dug through his pockets and came up with two lemon drops. He
handed them to the Doctor. Then he investigated the bag; it was
full of jelly beans not unlike Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. He
selected a red one,hoping it wouldn't taste like blood. He popped it
into his mouth,savoring the pleasant cherry taste.
"Headmaster," the Doctor said,"I hate to be abrupt,but do you have a
telescope?"
"A telescope?" Dumbledore asked. "Why,yes,we do. In the Astronomy tower."
"Could I use it?"
"I think that could be arranged..."