I am terribly sorry, my dear readers, for not updating sooner. But you see, I have been swamped with schoolwork, and my past two weekends have been swim meets. So, yeah, I looked at my email and saw your lovely reviews, and I thought, "Let's do this," so I sat myself down with my new Bluetooth keyboard, and typed out this chapter! So, ta da!

Me: Rory! Rory Pond! Get over here!

Rory: Why?

Me: Listen, Rory, this is very important. The fate of the world depends on it, and I lost the Doctor.

Rory: How did you lose the Doctor?

Me: There's no time for stupid questions! Now, I need you to do the disclaimer.

Rory: That's it?

Me: Do it, Rory Pond, or so hel me I will call down all of the Daleks to destroy earth.

Rory: Sheesh, fine. PoseidonsWizardingGuardian does not own Doctor Who or Harry Potter.

Harry Potter was having a terrible day. Aunt Petunia had made him cook the bacon that morning, and when it had been slightly charred, he had been locked in his room. Now that he was out again, Uncle Vernon was making him weed the garden in sweltering ninety degree heat with little to no water. Honestly, if he wasn't out of Privet Drive within a week, he was going to run away. Again.

Molly Weasley sat with her daughter, Ginny, at one of the booths in the leaky cauldron. They had run out of potions ingredients at Grimmauld Place, and she had volunteered to go get them. The two women sat eating soup, only the chiming of spoons on the side of bowls breaking the silence. Well, that and the strange conversation going on behind them.

"Why can't we stay here, Doctor? Why can't we just, you know, wait until Hogwarts to move?" Said a male voice.

"Because, Rory," said a second, "if they find out we're here, they will kill us," said a second, probably "Doctor."

'Doctor Who?' Ginny wondered.

'If who finds them?' Molly wondered. Neither Weasley meant to eavesdrop, but it just happened.

"We can't lead the 'D's' here," said the first voice again. Molly's heart practically stopped. D's? Death Eaters? Were these people acting out against Voldemort, just like the Order? She had to be sure.

"The D's? Honestly, Rory, if you're going to talk about them you might as well use their proper names," There was a moment of silence after the Doctor spoke, before a new, Scottish voice said something,

"Couldn' we stay with those people ya talked abou'? The Order of the Somethin or other?" There was a loud shushing noise as the Doctor spoke again, this time quieter,

"Amy, this is very important. The Order is completely top secret. I could only tell you about it through Dumbledore, and if anyone should find out about it starting again, then the war is already lost. Wow, this is a really good sandwhich!" A fourth voice spoke, another girl.

"Couldn't we just follow them and hide out in their house without them noticing?"

"No," the Doctor said, "their defensive charms are too strong,"

"Charms. I've always wondered how those work," the Scottish said. There was more silence, during which time Molly stood up and walked over. She was completely taken aback to see four teenagers.

"Hello, dears," she said, "where're your parents?"

"Out," one of the boys said.

"Dead," replied the second boy.

"Home," said the Scottish girl.

"Complicated," said the last one. Molly leaned in very low, and asked,

"How many times has Fawkes regenerated?" It was the standard question, used to see if someone was in the order or not. The boy with brown hair styled in a slightly weird way and a bow tie smiled, and replied,

"Three hundred and fifty seven," Molly quickly straightened up and said,

"Do you know where?"

"But of course. Never been there. Where exactly are we talking about?"

"Headquarters,"

"Oh, yes, I remember now. These three have never been there. I've been there loads of times. Visited Sirius' parents a few times with James, nasty blokes, and that is the wrong generation, isn't it? Well, I've been there with Dumbledore too more recently, I guess, although that was quite a while ago. In my time of course, not yours,"

The red head placed her hand over the Doctor's mouth to stop his rambling.

"Wherever this headquarters is," she said, "would we be safe there?" The Doctor attempted to nod, but it was proving difficult, as the girl was stronger than she looked. Molly looked around, before saying, "Dumbledore is very busy, lately. You'll have to stay here until we move Harry. Then you can come. Harry hasn't been there yet, either. So, Dumbledore's writing a note. It would be too risky for him to write one now, so are you fine waiting for another week or so?"

The Doctor huffed. He obviously hated waiting, but before he could reply, the red head said,

"Course we're fine waiting, take as long as you need,"

And so began the boring week of exploring an alley.

After Mrs. Weasley opened the door to Diagon Alley (the cover story was that they left their wands at Flortesque's ice cream parlor) the four teens said farewell and entered the busy street. The Doctor was probably ten paces ahead before the group actually registered that they were allowed to enter this world. Sure, they'd been to Bombanvacher and Galiveriganian, but really nothing compared to the insanity and wonders behind that brick wall. So many shops lined the streets, along with carts on the sidewalks and those walking around trying to sell people things from a tray. And the clothing was amazing, people in robes and pointed hats all filling the road. It took a minute for it to sink in.

"Well come on, then!" The doctor said impatiently. The three shook out of their daze and followed the Doctor up to a huge marble building. There was a large engraving that said, "Gringotts," and below it, a poem type thing that said,

If you seek

Beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief,

You have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there"

The Doctor stood in the entryway, waiting.

"Well, come on then!" He shouted, "We can't buy anything without money!"

"You mean it's a bank?" River asked.

"Of course it's a bank! Gringotts! One of the safest places on earth! Just, be nice to the goblins,"

"To the what?" Amy asked, as the Doctor spun around and jumped inside. She looked to Rory for help, but he simply shrugged. They all stepped inside, and caught the doctor mid sentence.

"-huge underground system! Big bank, big security. Big security, big treasure. Big treasures, no stealing. And River, I don't care what you say. You are not allowed to 'borrow' any nik-naks or trinkets. Amy, don't upset the goblins. Honestly, I swear you two species are so similar I expect a full out war to be under way before we leave,"

"Us two species?" Amy asked, "you mean humans and goblins?"

"No," the Doctor said indignantly, "I mean Scotts and goblins," Amy huffed and glared, but the Doctor ignored her and strode up to one of the meanest looking goblins.

"Hello!" He said, "I would like to make a withdrawal! I'm the Doctor! Here is my key!"

He pulled out a huge key right and shuffled throw it, eventually pulling out a medium sized, old fashioned bronze key. He set it on the counter, and the goblin's long, spindly fingers reached towards it, carefully picking it up.

"Very well," the Goblin said, "Copperbomb!" A smaller goblin emerged from a door behind the first goblin. He stood maybe three feet tall, barely brushing the chin of Amy. (she was a small teenager) He lead them into another door and through a tunnel. They then climbed into a minecart, and rode one of the craziest rollercoasters of Amy's life. They approached a large, stone door. Copperbomb turned to the Doctor and said,

"Key, please," the Doctor handed over his keychain, and the key was inserted into a hole in the rock, and turned so that a loud clunk was heard. The door swung open to reveal a hill of gold (it wasn't really a pile, but not big enough for a mountain)

"Well?" The Doctor asked when he realized that none of his companions were moving towards the pile, but rather standing and staring. "Go get some, then!"

The three stared at him.

"It's all yours?" Rory asked. The Doctor nodded, and waved them all forward. They each ran over and started filling their pockets.

"Gold ones are galleons, the silver are sickles, and the brown are knuts." After everyone decided they had grabbed enough money, they rode the cart back up and out of the bank.

"Alright everybody!" The Doctor said, "Who is ready to go shopping? Step one, wands. Luckily I know a lovely man, well techniqually I knew his great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great grandfather, wonderful man. Come along, Ponds!"