"And what the bloody hell is that?" Ron said, his voice hostile, and his index finger pointing to the now emerged TARDIS.
"That's a TARDIS!" The Doctor smiled happily and bounced on the balls of his feet.
"A what?" Ron looked over to Hermione.
"A TARDIS!" Hermione smiled too, moving to make a triangle.
"A what?!" Ron looked stunned, and asked the Doctor.
"A TARDIS!" The Doctor looked proudly at his machine.
"That's not even a real word!" Ron's eyes were wide, and his face was pale with shock. "The bloody hell..." He muttered, walking away back into the six by six shed. Hermione tugged the Doctor's sleeve, and made him follow.
"Come on!" She hissed, as the Doctor struggled to keep up. Hermione and the Doctor reached the wood door of the shed, Hermione grinning like a maniac. Hermione gave the password; "Sacrifice." The door swung open, and the Doctor was filled with the sight of a not very small shed.
"It's..." The Doctor stumbled backwards, and pulled out his screwdriver.
"What's that?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Sonic screwdriver. Like your wand but... uh... sonic." The Doctor looked feebly at his screwdriver, then back up to the shed. "It's bigger on the inside!" He gaped, stumbling forwards carefully. "Only I can do that..." He slapped his face once, and cast a longing look over to his TARDIS.
"Don't be silly! It's just a charm." Hermione nodded her head matter-of-a-factly, and swept into the shed. The shed itself had an orange glow from the permanent fire on the far wall, and a constant smell of baking as Mrs Weasley always had something on the go. On the inside of the door, was a trapdoor, which led down to the bedrooms. By the fire, was a crimson sofa, with matching bean bags scattered across the hearth. On the mantlepiece were eight waving pictures; one of the all the Weasley children, and one of Harry and Hermione together. Other photos were littered across the room, but most of those stood still. On one side of the fireplace was a large, wooden bookshelf, containing all sorts of books- from children books to fact. A french window was on the other side of the stone kitchen, where an abundance of owls hooted. Crookshanks slept lazily on the pine dining table in the centre of the shed. Mrs Weasley was washing up, humming to herself, and Mr Weasley was helping himself to a piping hot cupcake. Ron had slouched in, and thrown himself on the sofa next to Harry, who were discussing Quidditch. Percy was flicking through a copy of the Daily Prophet, and George was sniffing sadly over a large photo album. Ginny bounded up to see the Doctor and Hermione like an untrained puppy. "Hello, Ginny." Hermione hugged Ginny briefly. None of the Weasley's, aside Ron, expected Hermione to be at the Burrow so soon, and all turned around inquisitively. Harry was the only one, however, to query the strange man scanning a bluebird.
"Hello." Harry nodded politely, and then smiled at Hermione nervously, "is he our new defense the dark arts teacher? I'm sure one of them wore a bow tie..."
"Ah!" The Doctor's green screwdriver began flashing and making a painfully high pitched noise as he moved closer to Harry. He ran the screwdriver up and down him like a medical scanner, then stepped away, examining the results. "Interesting. This is very interesting..." He suddenly noticed everyone staring at him rather impolitely, and straightened up. He extended his hand to everyone in turn. "I'm the Doctor." He shook Harry's hand.
"Harry Potter." Harry nodded.
"I'm the Doctor!" The Doctor shook Ginny's hand more gracefully than Harry's.
Ginny blushed slightly, "Ginny Weasley." She stepped back and let Ron stand up.
"I can see this is going to take a while... If they're ginger, they're a Weasley. Except Crookshanks- the cat- he's Mione's." He stood next to his girlfriend protectively, and rested his hand on her far shoulder.
"Ah, okay, so Ma and Pa are over there, all brothers- and sisters, sorry Ginny." The Doctor stepped into the shed fully, and collapsed onto a beanbag. "Interesting." He scanned a moving photo and frowned, then Harry again, then Ginny and the rest of the Weasley's in turn. "Not...human..." The Doctor rolled this around on his tongue slowly, "not Time Lord either. Quite... Puzzling." He spun and started speaking to Hermione, "isn't it, Hermione?"
"What is?" Hermione was flicking through a Herbology text book, thumbing through until she was interrupted. She looked up, and made a small dismissive noise from the back of her throat. "We're not human, strictly speaking." Hermione took her wand out of pocket and offered it to the Doctor, "we're magical." Harry, Ron and Hermione all sat cross-legged on the floor opposite the Doctor, who looked rather like a child's story teller.
"Doctor?" Harry cautioned, "who are you?"
"I'm fire and ice and rage." The Doctor stared into the fire and sighed. "You people puzzle me." He looked over at Ginny, who had just sat on Harry's right, and held his hand loosely. "Ginger... Ginger... Ginger... all ginger!" The Doctor grinned absent mindedly, his thoughts drifting off into the realm of his memories; Solving mysteries with Donna and Agatha Cristie, running through Leadworth with Amy Pond, and crowning Rory Williams the Last centurion... He sighed loudly, making even himself jump. He clapped, standing up. "So! You're not my people or human, and you say you're magic..." The Doctor strode around the room, shaking Mr and Mrs Weasley's hands as he stomped past, "you're puzzling." He waltzed over to Hermione and examined her once more. "'The Brightest Witch of her Age...' They call you that?"
"Y-Yes..." Hermione nodded nervously, shocked by the personal space invasion.
"And you can't perform a memory charm." The Doctor raised one eye brow.
"I...Uh..." Hermione looked over at Ron, who simply shrugged. "Not on myself, no."
"Try it on me." The Doctor's face leveled out to a truthful expression.
"What?" Hermione's eyes widened obviously, and her hands wrung.
"Perform it on me! It's a simple concept, Hermione. Swish and flick, eh?" The Doctor smiled, and closed his eyes readily.
"I..." Hermione looked from the Doctor to Ron, who looked indifferent, to Harry, who's forehead was furrowed deeply, to Ginny, who was waiting eagerly. Then finally back to the Doctor, who's eyes were tightly shut. Hermione pulled her wand out of her pocket slowly, her hand shaking terribly. "Uh..." She breathed deeply, clinging onto her wand with sheer life. Her wand was resting a few centimetres in front of the Doctor's forehead, just above his almost non-existant eyebrows. Silver sparks blew gracefully from Hermione's ivy-carved wand, and swirled around the Doctor's head, engulfing him in shimmer. "Obliviate."