Hello fellow Harry Potter fans and Whovians (What do you call a Harry Potter fan?),

Here is the SOOOOOOOO very long awaited second chapter of my /Harry Potter crossover, Puppets. I know this chapter is significantly shorter than the last, but this is all I could come up with before I met up with my old friend, writer's block again. See usually, I write an outline for a story before I actually get to writing it so that I have a basic plot idea, but school got in the way, I lost the paper with the outline, and now I can't remember where this story was suppose to be going. Basically what I'm saying is I now have to re-write the plot outline based on what I have already established...which is why it's the second chapter and I still have hardly anything established. Don't worry though, by chapter three the story will be off the ground and moving...hopefully.

Anyway, I really hope you enjoy chapter 2, and please don't forget to review and tell me what you want to see happen next (especially since litterally everything plot related is up in the air right now). Thanks to all of you who did already review and favorite, I will be considering some of your plot ideas. Oh, and just a bonus reason (besides plot advice) to review, by chapter three I probably will be doing review acknowledgements and replies in the Author's Note so...yeah. thanks again :) Love you all!

-Piggypond13

"Good morning class and welcome to divination part two!" The Doctor grinned as he looked out over his first period class all sitting on tiny stools crowded around their quaint little circular tables, "I'm Professor Smith, and this is my lovely teaching assistant Ms. Tyler." He gestured widely at Rose who stood off in a less crowded corner of the room.

She smiled meekly and waggled her fingers at the class in reply.

The Doctor continued to smile as he said in a fake whisper loud enough for Rose to hear, "Now I know she doesn't look like much, but she's the one who's going to be grading your homework and essays, so I would be nice to her."

Neville Longbottom's face paled and his eyebrows furrowed at the mention of essays having to be written for Divination.

"Oi!" Rose called out "I don't look like much? You aren't even wearing proper robes professor." She added a little extra sass to the last word.

"That, is neither here nor there." The Doctor replied, batting his eyelashes playfully at her.

"Oi! Are we here to learn the art of divination or watch you and your assistant flirt back and forth?" Came a rather obnoxious voice from the back of the class.

The Doctor spun on his heel to face the direction of the voice, his trench coat swirling dramaticly around him. Through his black, square-rimmed glasses he spotted a pale boy with hair so blonde it was nearly white, grinning smugly as the two burlier boys sitting at his table snickered.

"Ah, Draco Malfoy I presume?" The Doctor cooed as he threw his coat onto a stray chair behind him and crossed his blue pinstriped arms across his chest.

"Yeah, Why?" Draco demanded.

"Oh nothing, you're reputation proceeds you is all."

Rose leaned against the wall and bit her lip to keep from snickering. Of all the book characters she disliked most, Draco was her least favorite. She even hated him more than You-Know-Who. His arrogance was something to be spoken for and his smart mouth was a sign that he had never been properly punished as a child. Everyone feared him because his daddy had money and ties to the Death Eaters, but Rose knew that The Doctor was a different story. If he could handle an army of Daleks come to destroy the world, he could more than deal with Lucius and his cohorts.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Malfoy sneered.

"Exactly what it sounds like: I have heard the stories about the kind of stunts you like to pull, and I'm not having any of it. Severus may allow you to walk all over him, but that is not happening here." The Doctor turned dramaticly to the chalkboard behind him and began to draw out a chart, "Which brings me to my next point, grades. In this class there are five sections that make up your final grade, one of which is tolerance. Tolerance is how well you interact with the other students and with us, your teachers. See, Divination is an art that is individual to each person. Nobody is going to have the exact same vision in the exact same way as someone else, It's impossible. Everybody's mind is individually unique, and I believe that uniqeness should be valued and respected. It's hard to master something like divination if everyone is constantly telling you that you are crazy, or stupid, or whatever else. That's why part of the grading in this class is based on how well you tolerate the other people in it. It will be worth five points daily, and points will be deducted based on actions or comments I hear that can be deemed rude or discouraging towards other students. Once you lose points, there is no way to make them back up. If you are absent, you gain no tolerance points for the day. However, when finals come around the lack of tolerance points based on your absences will become null and void, or in other words they won't help or hurt you. Lose 20 Tolerance points and you are already looking at getting no more than a C+ in this class if you get a perfect score on everything else. I take tolerance of other people very seriously. As for you Mr. Malfoy, your little outburst has already cost you three points for the day. We are not off to a good first impression are we?" The Doctor turned back around to face Draco and tapped his chalk absently on the blackboard behind him where the Tolerance portion of the grading explanation part had been filled in.

Draco's face was burning a bright red, and a vein could be clearly seen throbbing in his forehead. He was pissed. " You can't do that! You can't grade someone based on their...kindness" He spat.

The Doctor raised his eyebrows, and the room was dead silent, "Oh yes I can Mr. Malfoy. I am the Professor and I have the right to grade this class as I please. As I said before, I will not tolerate your little outbursts and stunts."

"Oh you wait 'till my father hears about this. He'll have you fired faster than you can say Avada Kadavera!"

The whole class gasped at the same time and an anxious murmur broke out among the students, even the other Slytherins who had been grinning smugly only a moment before.

"And when he hears that you choose to dress like a filthy mismatched Muggle you can pretty much guarantee that your life as a magical instructor will be over. You Mudblood!"

Rose's eyes practically popped out of her eye sockets. Draco had obviously no idea who he was dealing with. He was going to get it. The Doctor had many names: "The Oncoming Storm", "Last of the Time Lords", "Defender of The Earth", "Guardian of the Universe", and now "The Man Who Would Put Draco Malfoy Into Place."

The Doctor gave Draco a stony grin, his eyes full of fire, "I believe that is all five points you have lost for the day Mr. Malfoy and all within a matter of oh..." he glanced down at his wristwatch, "Three minutes. Not only have you successfully set an example for the class of how easily tolerance points can be lost, but you have shown them how you have no tolerance for people's individuality, and you have earned yourself detention every day this week right here in the tower with me and Ms. Tyler." The Doctor turned slyly to Rose and smiled, "Oh, and Rose, will you kindly escort Mr. Malfoy down to the headmaster's office and explain the situation." Rose tried to hide her amusement as she nodded in reply and headed for the door.

The Doctor Gestured toward the exit, "Mr. Malfoy, if you would please."

Draco stuck his nose high in the air as he loudly scraped his stool loudly against the cobblestone floor and stomped toward Rose like a small child that didn't get their way. As the trap door swung shut behind them, Professor Smith turned to the class with a bright grin, "Now then class where were we? Ah yes, the grading system..."