Uhh, hi! I'm not posting the next chapter today, but don't worry, I'm working on it! I'm currently in a hotel somewhere in Georgia, because me and my family are driving back from our week-long vacation to Disney World and Universal Studios (Wizzarding World of Harry Potter was epic. Had a butterbeer, a chocolate frog, and pumpkin juice. Best day ever.) and I am posting this on my IPod. Sorry about the cliffhanger last chapter. I was going to write more, but my IPod ran out of batteries and turned off, and when I charged it again, I lost tons of stuff, and was just way too lazy to type it up again. But by Monday or Tuseday, Chapter Two will be up! And thank you so much, everyone who read, followed, favorited, and/or reviewed Chapter One! I really appreciate it!
-Prideh
Edit;; Alright, back in my house, on my laptop! Hope you like Chapter Two! Oh, and almost all of the characters are mine, except for the Doctor Who characters or any people you recognise. I just noticed I messed up Amy's line last chapter -.- Just try to ignore it or something, cuz I'm way to lazy to fix it. So, yah. Now for the chapter. K bye.
-Prideh
Another Edit;; AWW, LOST ABOUT HALF MY CHAPTER BECAUSE THE WEBPAGE EXPIRED! Now I have to type it all... again. Sigh. This will take longer than expected.
-Prideh
Chapter Two: Dementors and Magic and Muggles (Oh my!)
"Alright, team, move in!"
Reglia Lupin, the rookie Auror, leaned forwards on her broomstick to begin her descent to the ruined town of Hogsmeade. She landed more sloppily than the rest of the Aurors, for she was the worst at flying. Reglia had always preferred Appeariating, but when she suggested it instead of flying, the other Aurors looked at her funny. Acording to them, Appeariating was much too dangerous, because recently, many people who Appeariated never reached their destination. Or any destination, as far as the Ministry of Magic knows. Most people figured it had something to do with the Magister and his followers, the Fatums, who where the people who caused the disasterzone that used to be Hogsmeade. But, of course, Reglia was never informed of this untill that day.
The Aurors lined up in front of the senior Auror, all having dismounted their brooms. The senior Auror, Jared Potter, nodded in approval and said, "Remember, we are here to find survivors, not pick a fight with the Fatums. If you see a lone Fatum or a group of Fatums, contact me immediatly. Do not approach them. I will contact the Ministry, and they will send a larger squad to take them down. Alpha squad searches uptown. Beta squad searches downtown. Reglia, you stay here. Any survivors found will be brought here, and you will bring them to Hogwarts, where they will eventually be transported to Mungo's. Move out."
Half of the Aurors went north, while the other half went south. Reglia, being both the odd one out and the newest Auror, had to stay behind. When everyone went out of earshot, Reglia sighed in exasperation. They all thought she was useless. Her grandfather, Teddy Lupin, had attempted to stop descrimination against werewolves, but obviously it hasn't worked that well. Yes, she was able to become an Auror, but was not really treated the same as the others. She was never put in the middle of the action, even though she was pretty good at spellcasting. After about five minutes of doing nothing, Reglia decided to do some looking herself.
She decided to stay realitivly close to where she was told to wait, becuase then she will most likely not run into another Auror, and if someone came with a survivor, she would be able to hear them coming and go right back to where she was supposed to stay. She really didn't want to get chastized for goofing off when she had a job to do, even if that job was realitivly simple and boring. Reglia flinched when she stepped over the body of a lifeless witch, defenitly dead. She froze when a yelp echoed through the mostly empty streets of the abandoned town. Reglia took out her wand and started to run in the direction of the yelp, preparing for the worst.
Reglia turned a corner, and immediatly stopped in her tracks. The tempriture dropped dramatically, and the little amount of happiness still left in the morbid wreckage was drained from the air. Oh, no. Oh, no. It can't be. But it is. Why? Why does it always have to be them? Down the street, a flock of ghostly creatures in black cloaks glided in a circle, surrounding a tall, lanky man wearing excentric-looking muggle clothes who was currently lying on the road, compleatly spazzing out. She had heard rumors before that the Dementors that used to gaurd Azkaban now worked for the Magister and his followers, but she had never beleived them. At least, not before today.
For a few minutes, Reglia just stood there as if she was stunned. She just couldn't react. Being on the spur of the moment, Reglia couldn't remember what to do. She stood there for a while before it came to her. Oh. Right. I have a wand. Duh. She rose her wand hand shakily and tried to find her happiest memory. She finally settled on the day she was made an Auror. Well, perhaps it wasn't her best memory, but it would most likely be good enough. Probably. She yelled at the top of her lungs, "Expecto Patrolum!"
It worked, for a larger-than-life misty glowing wolf came out from the tip of her wand and charged at the dementors. The ghostly figures scattered, and the glowing wolf disintegrated when they disappeared. Reglia lowered her wand and rushed to the strange looking man to see if he was alright. The man looked up at her for a few seconds before he fainted.
Reglia bent down and pulled the unconscious man to his feet. She started to half-drag-half-carry him back to the place she was told to stay at, for her broom was there. She had wandered off farther than she had expected. At least she got into the action. Reglia's plan was simple now; fly the man to Hogwarts, drop him off there, and fly back before anyone noticed she was gone. But once she got to her broomstick, that plan was impossible.
Jared Potter was standing next to her broomstick, his arms crossed angrily. He said dryly, "Hello, Lupin. You have some explaining to do."
The Doctor was dreaming.
It certainly was an odd dream. He was surrounded by some sort of mist; it was rather cold and dreary. Peaking through the clouds where memories, that he constantly slipped in and out of. They didn't really affect him as much as the memories from before. They were much more blurred, and almost staticky, like he was watching them from some old television set. Some of them he couldn't even really tell what was happening. But then there was one that was much too clear, much too vivid. It was That Thing that had happened on That Day.
It was Clara's death.
The Doctor's breathing became erratic as he began to panic. No, please. Anything but that. I don't want to see it. Don't make me watch it again. Please, don't make me relive that. Once was enough. Just let me go. Leave me be. Please. Just leave me alone.
He continued to plead in his head to someone that wasn't there. But he still had to relive it. Over. And over. And Over again. Until eventually, all was black.
The Doctor could hear people talking, but it felt like he had clouds in his head, and he couldn't hear what they where saying. He groggily realized he was awake, with his eyes where closed. He was laying on some sort of cot, and he could feel something pinching at his wrists and heels. Someone strapped me to a bed. But who? And why? He started to panic again, which, in turn, made him panic even more. He was the Doctor. He never panicked.
His eyes snapped open. He was in some sort of medical bay, not the one in the TARDIS. He started to pull at the straps, trying to reach for his jacket pocket in order to get his Sonic Screwdriver. That was when he noticed he wasn't wearing his jacket. He glanced around and saw it was draped on a table next to the cot he was strapped to, just out of his reach.
Someone ran over to him and shoved something into his mouth. He began to panic again, but he soon realized that it was just chocolate, so he swallowed it. Immediately, he felt slightly better, and the fog cleared from his mind. He managed to say, "Where am I, and why am I strapped to a hospital bed?"
An older looking woman chuckled slightly and said with a kind smile, "You're in Hogwarts, dearie. And you were causing quite a fuss while you were asleep. Didn't want you hurting yourself or anyone else."
Mildly embarrassed, the Doctor blushed and simply said, "Oh." After thinking for a second, he commented, "Hogwarts? What the hell is Hogwarts?"
The lady frowned and said, "You don't know what Hogwarts is?" Before the Doctor could reply, a deep male voice from his other side said, "Hello, sir. I have a few questions for you." The Doctor turned his head to see a heavyset man with fair skin, a ragged brown hair and an equally ragged beard. The Doctor noted that both the lady and the man wore robes for some reason. The Doctor grinned and said, "Ask away."
The man grunted and as he talked, the Doctor noticed he fiddled with a stick-like object in his hands. He made a mental note to ask about that later. The man said with a frown, "What is your name?"
The Doctor, still grinning, said, "I'm the Doctor."
The man's frown deepened. "That's not a name. That's a muggle title."
The Doctor's smile faded, and he reflected the ragged-haired man's frown. He said, "Well it's my name. And what's a muggle?"
The man sighed and replied with, "I ask the questions. Now, what is this?" The man took something shiny and pen-like out of his pocket. It took a few seconds for the Doctor to realize that it was his Sonic.
The Doctor sighed and replied with, "It's my Sonic Screwdriver."
The man snorted and sort of half-snapped, "Well, what does it do?"
The Doctor shrugged, or at least the best he could shrug while being shackled to a bed, and said, "Lots of stuff. Hack into technology, unlock doors, cut through rope, deactivate bombs, and some other stuff."
The man's nostrils flared and he asked, "So it's like a wand, then?"
The Doctor's eyes narrowed. He said, "A wand? What, like the things that a wizard uses?"
The woman finally spoke up and said, "So you aren't a wizard? But how? Only witches and wizards can get into Hogsmeade. And you do seem to have tolerance to magic, since you came here. We've put up enchantments that only wizards and witches can have acess to Hogwarts because of anti-muggle charms. So you must be a wizard."
The Doctor thought about it for a bit and soon, his eyes lit up. He quickly began to rave, "Oh, I get it! What you call magic must be some sort of mutation in humans that gives them an acess amount of Atron energy, and using an object that can focus that energy, like your wands, it can be used to manipulate things around you! And because you humans don't know about Atron energy, you call it magic! It's brilliant! And because I natuarally have an acess amount of Atron energy, that sheild thing you were talking about mistook me for a 'wizard,' which I suppose I could be if I could get one of those wand thingies."
The woman and the man's jaw dropped. The woman turned to the man and asked, "Professor Anguis? Did you follow any of that?"
The man, obviously Professor Anguis, replied with, "Not a bit, Madame Coturnix. We should get the Headmaster."
Madame Coturnix nodded and said, "Yes. You go get Professor Prunia, and I'll stay here with the, uh, Doctor."
Professor Anguis nodded and rushed out of the room, leaving the Doctor and Madame Coturnix alone in the hospital wing. Madame Coturnix looked the Doctor over from afar, looking fairly supicious after his outburst. The Doctor sighed and asked, "Could you untie me now?"
"No."
"Could you at least explain what happened back there? I'm fairly confused."
"You were attacked by dementors. They're creatures that suck the happiness out of a person, leaving them only with their worst memories."
"Oh. That explains that."
"Explains what?"
"Nevermind." The Doctor's eyes widened as he remembered something very important. "The TARDIS. I left her there. I need to go move her."
"What?"
"The TARDIS. Time and Relitive Dementions in Space. She's my transport, and looks like a 1960s police telephone box. I left her where anyone can see her, and I need to move her to somewhere more secure. I just hope she locked herself after I got out. Oooh, maybe she put up the preception filter. Yah, that would be good. Then only I would be able to see her, unless someone had some physic resistance, because she wouldn't be invisible, she would just edit herself from your mind to make you not want to look at her. That's always handy."
Madame Coturnix just paled, and soon darted out of the hospital room, leaving the Doctor alone, strapped to a bed.
"I've really got to learn to not talk so much."
Alright, hope you liked it! I decided to make this chapter much longer to make up for the cliffhanger last chapter, and the rest of the chapters might be this long as well. Since I have nothing to do, I'll try to start chapter 3 right away, so it will most likely be up either tonight or tomarrow, unless I say otherwise. So, yah.
-Prideh
