The TARDIS lurched to a stop, and everything went dark. Donna sat up. "Are we there?"

"No," The Doctor said, standing quickly. "Something has happened." He flipped a switch, and a few lights came on. "She's stopped."

"Whaddya mean, stopped?" Ron demanded, helping Hermione up. Ginny started to help Harry up, thought about it, and let go of his hand. Harry went crashing back to the floor and glared at his wife.

"Whaddya mean, stopped?" Donna said mockingly. "Stopped, as in, not moving."

"Then, where are we?" Harry asked, standing.

"Well," The Doctor said. "Let's see."

He opened the doors and excited – the others followed. They found themselves standing in a dark corridor that split off into several different corridors. Suddenly, the TARDIS doors slammed, and the Doctor spun around, trying to open the doors. "Aha," he said sheepishly. "No worries. Donna has my key, still. Right Donna?"

"I might have left it on my nightstand," Donna said after patting all her pockets.

The Doctor pulled out his sonic. "It – won't work!" he frowned. "It's blinking – it's charging! It got burnt out when we crashed." He stuck it back in his pocket. "Well! We were stopped here. We might as well go have a look around."

"Let's split up and meet back here," Ginny piped up. "Pairs of two, then." She grabbed Hermione's arm. "I'll go with Hermione," she stated with a firm look at Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll go with Ron, then."

"Right," The Doctor said. "We'll meet back here in an hour." He looked around. "Be careful. The TARDIS has been infiltrated."


"Torchwood has been infiltrated."

Jack pulled Gwen to her feet; Owen sat up, rubbing his head and cursing under his breath; Ianto had clutched onto the wall and was steadying himself; and Tosh was looking around in a state of confusion.

"Infiltrated?" Gwen said. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, we've been taken out of the Hub and placed . . . somewhere else," Jack finished, looking around. They were in a long corridor that broke off into more, and the Hub was, in fact, gone. "So, technically, we've been infiltrated."

"No time to waste," Owen said, loading a clip into his gun. "C'mon, Tosh. Let's see what we can find."

Tosh nodded and followed Owen down a corridor.

"He's got a good idea," Jack admitted. "Come on, you two."

Ianto caught up to Jack. "Do you have any idea what's going on?"

"Not a clue."

"Terrific, so we may be doomed."

"Aw, come on, have I ever let anything bad happen to you before?" Jack asked.

Ianto grimaced, preferring not to answer.


"Alright, so what's going on with the two of you?"

Harry frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Ron snorted. "Come off it, mate. You and Ginny haven't been married a year and you two are going at it."

"I mean, it wasn't even a big problem," Harry sighed. "She said I was working too much. I told her that when I wasn't working it didn't matter, because she was always out of town anyway. She got mad, we fought, we made up. Later, she said Number 12 was too small and wanted to move. I got mad, we fought, we moved, we made up. And then two days ago she tells me she got a new job – she's going to teach at Hogwarts! I told her I barely see her now, and how will I ever see her if she's teaching all the time? We got made, we fought, and we have yet to make up."

"Blimey."

"Yeah."

The two walked in silence. Soon they were hearing various noises that had them looking over their shoulders in suspense and hesitating when coming to different corridors.

"Something is wrong," Harry said.

"I feel it too, mate," Ron said.

A cold, high pitched laugh echoed down the corridor, and Harry's heart stopped cold.

Ron grabbed his arm. "I know, I know, I heard it too, we've got to get –"

Harry spun around. "Lumos!"

And there he stood. The man who had haunted Harry's youth, looking as menacing as the day he died. He did die, though. Of course he did. But he didn't? No, he did. He died he died a long time ago and he couldn't do anything because he was dead he died he died he died . . .

Harry wasn't thinking straight. "You're dead."

The Dark Lord hissed and attacked with his hands, and not his wand, knocking Ron to the ground in an attempt to get to Harry.

"Redikkilus!" Harry screamed, and his enemy was involved in a loud explosion before turning into a dark mass and gliding down the hallway in the opposite direction.

"Voldemort!" Ron gasped. "Your boggart is bloody Voldemort! When did that happen?!"

"S'pose it was when I could defend myself against the Dementers," Harry muttered, helping his friend up.

"That was bloody brilliant! How did you know it wasn't really him?"

"He attacked without his wand. Voldemort wouldn't really do that."

"Right. I didn't even notice."

They stood there, staring down the corridor where the boggart had disappeared. Ron looked at Harry. "Let's get out of here before it comes back and turns into Aragog."