Yo.
Decided to post the second chapter, cos honestly, there's absolutely no reason not to.
Warning: This chapter contains mentions of arranged marriages, and a lot of half OCs and OCs. A LOT. For an example of what I refer to as a half OC, Avery and Mulciber actually exist in canon, but their first names were never given, so I had to take some creative liberties, as they say.
Don't worry about remembering all of them. I'll introduce some character development later on. Hope you enjoy the chapter!
When Rose woke up, her head ached.
She sat up. She didn't know what exactly happened to cause the horrified expression on the Doctor's face. Rose hoped it wasn't because of her kissing him. "Doctor?" she called out.
They were still in the TARDIS library. Although everything seemed the same, she was observant, and she noticed a couple of books had disappeared from the shelves, here and there. They weren't on the floor, either. They were simply gone.
Her Harry Potter book was gone, too—in fact, the entire Harry Potter series the Doctor had put neatly on the shelf marked 'R' for Rowling was gone.
"Mmf. That was bad." The Doctor stood up from being a tangled heap on the floor. "We just got transported back in time, I believe, by a weeping angel." She relaxed when she saw the Doctor. At least he was still here.
They walked back to the console room of the TARDIS, whilst the Doctor explained the creatures named weeping angels to her. She shuddered, thanking her luck that the two of them managed to end up in the same time. Whatever happened, two heads were better than one, especially when one head was that of a Time Lord. She didn't even want to know how the angel had gotten into the TARDIS library in the first place—the Doctor searched for it, but it had disappeared into the wind, as if it had never existed.
"Old girl, you alright?"
The TARDIS hummed. The Doctor quickly checked the console, and groaned.
"Time travel function's shut down, I'm afraid. We're going to have to take the longer road, but I suppose it's not that bad, since I'm stuck with you," he teased her.
"You're damn right you're stuck with me," Rose grinned. "Wanna go outside, see what mess we landed in today?"
The TARDIS blared, and the two winced.
"Danger?" the Doctor asked.
The TARDIS gave an affirmative hum, projecting information on the situation to the both of them.
"No. Way." Rose looked at the Doctor, and the Doctor looked at Rose.
"We're in the Harry Potter universe?!" They both exclaimed at the same time.
The TARDIS felt amused.
"The witches, they're not carrionites, are they? No? Fully human with a gene mutation that allows them to manipulate psionic energy? That's good."
Rose didn't ask. If the Doctor said it was good, it was most likely good.
When asked to forge them a cover story, the TARDIS did some stuff while it held out an effervescent, turquoise coloured clear liquid in a test tube sized vial, one vial for each of them. Rose looked at the fizzy mixture suspiciously. It looked too much like a fizzy version of the blue Gatorade stuff she saw in convenience stores.
"I trust the old girl," said the Doctor, noticing her suspicion. "She's never been wrong about these things before; bottoms up, Rose."
"Bottoms up," Rose sighed. The Doctor counted down from three, and they drank the liquid. It was nice and sweet, strangely tasting vaguely of lemons.
"Are you going to tell us what that was now—"
The Doctor was interrupted when a 'pop' sounded, and to Rose's horror, he disappeared. The Doctor's suit fell to the floor, and she saw a small figure struggling in the pile of clothes the Time Lord left behind. A second later, she, too, shrunk.
She covered herself with the shirt she fitted in just a second ago—though, now, it looked more like a long dress on her. When she finally stepped out, she saw the Doctor covering himself with his grey pinstriped suit jacket. Where it had once covered him approximately to his waist, it was now longer than his height. Rose couldn't help but laugh—he looked as if he was a boy trying on his dad's clothes in an attempt at imitation.
"Oh my God, you're adorable!" she squealed at the Doctor, who was now slightly shorter than her. Her voice was now higher pitched.
He pouted. "Am not! I'm the manliest man ever, not adorable!"
Rose suddenly had a very childish urge. "Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!" The child version of the Doctor yelled. "In any case, we need to get some clothes that actually fit us."
A few minutes later, the Doctor and Rose were properly dressed, sitting together, reading the background information the TARDIS had given them for their cover stories. The Doctor wore a white oxford, a smaller version of his dark grey pinstripe trousers, and suspenders. Meanwhile, Rose wore a mint-green dress with sleeves that covered up to her mid-forearm.
The potion they were given made them physically six years old, and also ensured they would grow at a normal rate, at least until they returned to their point in time in 2005 when the TARDIS' time travel function would work again. The TARDIS would administer the antidote then, and they would be free to go.
They read each other's cover files, and memorised the information. With her new Gallifreyan brain, she was able to do so without much difficulty.
The Doctor's cover name was Caspar Phineas Crouch, son of Bartemius Crouch Senior, twin to future Death Eater, Barty Crouch Junior. The Doctor wrinkled his nose as he read this.
"You couldn't have found a family with nicer people? Other than Mrs. Crouch, of course," he said, slightly annoyed at the TARDIS.
Rose's cover name was Rose Emmeline Malfoy, daughter of Abraxas Malfoy, and younger sister of Lucius Malfoy, who was eight years her senior. Inside the folder was an image of Lucius as he would be once they stepped out the TARDIS doors, and Rose couldn't help but snort.
"Lucius looks like a girl," she commented.
"Long, blond, perfect hair does seem to do that," the Doctor agreed.
Rose was supposedly born on the 22nd of September 1961, while Caspar and his twin was born on the 18th of April 1962. Outside, it was currently the summer of 1968, and the Crouch family were one of the pureblood families to be invited to the Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire for one of their fancy, rich pureblood parties.
"Hah, I'm older than you this time, Doctor," she smirked. The Doctor rolled his eyes.
"Come on," the Doctor said. "You done with memorising everything?"
"Was done ages ago," she replied, following him out the door. "What about the old girl?"
"She'll be fine," the Doctor said. "She'll be in stealth mode until we need her."
Rose made a mental note of where the TARDIS was hidden, somewhere next to a rather large tree in the Malfoys' garden with the peacocks. She hoped the peacocks wouldn't accidentally discover her.
On the way back to the manor, a boy, almost exactly identical to the child version of the Doctor, ran up to them, huffing and puffing. "Where were you, Caspar? Father's looking for you."
"Around," the Doctor replied vaguely. Rose tried not to look stunned as the Doctor grabbed her hand and kissed her on her knuckles. "My lady, I apologise. I am needed elsewhere. You should return to your parents as well."
She spotted the mischievous look in the Doctor's brown eyes. "Of course. Will I see you later?"
"If my lady wishes," the Doctor winked. His twin looked at him with a slightly disgusted expression. Rose grinned, getting the message, and left them to their own devices. She snuck back to the manor, managing to find her way back to the ballroom where everyone else was. She saw Abraxas Malfoy speaking to a tall man.
She was just in time for the introductions. "This is my son, Lucius, and my daughter, Rose."
The man he was talking to wasn't very verbal. "My sons, Caspar and Barty."
That must be Bartemius Senior, then, she thought to herself. Her attention, however, turned to the 'newly introduced' Doctor.
Barty was about to ask his twin a question, but the Doctor mimed 'shush'. He shook hands with Lucius. "My lord." He turned his attention to Rose, once again bringing her knuckles to his lips. "My lady." Rose flushed slightly.
Barty copied his older twin, but she could tell he was still confused why they were pretending not to know each other. Abraxas looked at the Crouch twins with approval.
"You have fine sons, Bartemius."
"Thank you."
They were introduced to a few more children their age; Irma Crabbe, Catherine and Michael Goyle, Evan Rosier, Nicholas Mulciber, Nathan Avery, Amycus and Alecto Carrow, Druella Bulstrode, Joseph Nott, Elizabeth Selwyn, Brandon Macmillan, McKenna Yaxley and her younger brother Alec, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, and Percival Parkinson. There were a couple of older children as well; Bellatrix Black, who was a seventh year student along with Rodolphus Lestrange, Andromeda Black, a third year student who was a classmate of Lucius and Rodolphus' brother Rabastan, and Ivan Crabbe and Narcissa Black, both first years.
Abraxas told Rose that the Greengrasses were absent; Lady Greengrass had recently passed away due to childbirth complications, and they were still in mourning. He told her that the Greengrass heir, Adrian, a seventh year, now had three younger sisters, two of them twins her age.
The Doctor got along well with Sirius, though the Black heir was seven, turning eight this year, and hence two years older. Regulus, Evan, Druella, Irma, Joseph, Brandon, Catherine and Alec were all the same age as Rose and the Doctor. Nathan, Nicholas, McKenna, Elizabeth, and Percival were two years older, while the Michael and the Carrow twins were a year older than them. Druella had a younger sister and a younger brother, Emmaline and Clement. Emmaline was three years younger, and Clement was born just last month.
Rose was interrupted from her musings when she heard Lucius ask Evan a question. "Where's your mother?"
"At home," Evan replies. "She's with child."
"Congratulations. Wizard or witch?"
"Wizard."
Rose concluded it was probably just how the wizarding world asked for the sex of the foetus, and carried on. The only girl to provide her with intelligent conversation was Elizabeth Selwyn, though it was probably because she was older.
Abraxas had finished his conversation with Bartemius Senior, and bent down to whisper in Rose's ear. "Like any of the boys?"
Rose was not expecting that question to be asked of a six year old girl. However, she was definitely not a six year old girl mentally. "Pardon me?"
"Your betrothal probably won't be discussed until you are older, but it's never too early to think about it." He looked at Michael Goyle with poorly hidden disgust as he chewed loudly with his mouth open. "I hope for both mine and your sake that you don't like that one."
Rose nearly tripped over her dress when she heard the word 'betrothal'. She didn't feel safe with any of these people; most of them turned out to be Death Eaters in the future, if she guessed correctly. If she was going to marry anyone out of the lot, it would be the Doctor.
"Caspar Crouch," she whispered into Abraxas' ear. "His manners are impeccable, and he seems nice." She wondered when she developed such a vocabulary, but it was a lifesaver in this situation.
"The Crouches are a respectable family," he told her. "We'll see if you still like him when you go to Hogwarts."
"What about Lucius?" she asked curiously. Knowing that he marries Narcissa in the future, they were probably discussing their betrothal right about now.
"He will marry one of the Black sisters, either Andromeda or Narcissa. We've yet to come to an agreement."
Agreement. Rose thought it was a rather cold word for marriage, something that was supposed to be beautiful. She felt sorry for whoever would marry Lucius in the end; who wanted to marry a man who cared more about his luscious blond locks?
Then again, she was one to talk. The Doctor could be described as vain on a good day.
She continued to sip at her glass of orange juice, wondering if she could save these people from their grisly ends.