A/N: SO SO SO SORRY! I know I took forever to post a new chapter and that is horrible, I have so many things running about that I seriously could not sit down to write anything before something else popped up. I will try to post more frequently but really I can't promise anything.

Disclaimer: I own not the characters, I own only my ideas... and some are not even mine... but i give credit I swear.

Chapter 3

In a dark hallway the two figures re-appeared, "Harry! Ron!" Hermione called.

"Sup Hermione," Harry said poking his head out of the library, "woah! Who is that?"

"A friend, now help me get him to the couch," Hermione said now carrying an almost unconscious alien, "RONALD GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE!"

"Blimey Hermione, no need to shout," came a very disheveled Ronald down the stairs, "who the bloody hell is that?"

"Just help Ron," said Harry before another fight came along.

"He is a friend and he is hurt," said Hermione giving the Doctor to the boys.

They awkwardly dragged the man into the living room.

"And why didn't you take him to St. Muggos?" Ron said between pulls. Well at least this wasn't a homeless like last time, that one stank like garbage.

"Because he isn't magical and I practiced magic on him and now I do not know what is wrong with him and I really, really need to fix him before anything wrong happens and he dies ok?"

"Wow, you did magic on a muggle?" Ron said now with a smirk after he and Harry put the Doctor down.

Hermione instantly checked his vitals once more, and turned to look at the boys.

"Not exactly..." she said playing with her hands.

"What do you mean not exactly?" Harry asked pushing up his glasses.

"Look I really can't say right now, let me go grab a medical book and be back before you notice ok? Just don't let him die."

Before they could argue she pop-ed away.

Both guys stood there looking at the man sprawled on their sofa.

"Guess I'll better make tea," said Harry walking to the kitchen.

"Or coffee mate," called the red head after his friend, eyeing the man sprawled on the sofa.

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"Hermione what happened to you," Harry said as he caught sight of her.

Her hair was a mess, well more than usual, and her blouse was un-tucked from one side. Overall she looked like she had been tossed around a room, repeadetly.

"Oh nothing just an over protective machine with emotional problems," at their confused faces she just shook her head. "How is he?"

"He hasn't moved," Harry said a frown in his face, "who is this guy anyways?"

"Uh... really I just found him tonight, in a room full of fire with a concussion..."

"And you decided to practice magic on him?"

"Eh no, that was after I raided his library and we went for a walk," she said with a blush, already checking his vitals once more.

"Wow... Been bored have ya?" Asked Ron.

Hermione just sent him THAT look of when he was being insufferable.

She flipped through one of the books not finding anything that would explain the sudden collapse of the Gallifreyan. Next one was of neurology... maybe it had to do with his nervous system on overdrive."Oh!" she said after five minutes of silent reading.

"So what wrong with him?" Harry asked snapping Ron into attention when he was nodding off.

"Well, it says here that a scan trough the mind can be extremely painful to a Gal- er- person after a head trauma. It was why they stopped using this method to investigate how accidents happened, because they often created too much of a painful situation to be of any use." She said biting onto her bottom lip.

"So, what to do now?"

"Just let him rest it out," Hermione concluded. She searched around and saw the cup of coffee that Harry left out for her.

When she sat perched almost on top her new project Harry smiled.

She continued to do this, she would bring home all sorts of people. The sick homeless people that did not have money to pay for hospitals, the desperate families that were refused by St. Muggos, even strays from time to time. One time she brought an aggressive man that was rather violent, turned out he had a memory deficiency and had been lost because he couldn't remember where he lived. She cried when we returned him to his family, she always did, she was a mother of all, worrying about their wellbeing even if they were a complete stranger. The only reason why Harry let her, was because she wasn't a Molly Weasley that would insist them to stay until they were fat, she was conscious that they all had to leave sooner rather than later. And honestly he prefer she brought them here than taking them to her apartment where she wouldn't have their help.

"So," he said at last, "Do we have a background?"

"Yes," Hermione replied casting one last look at the Doctor and going to sit near the boys, this is going to be an awkward conversation.

"Blimey Hermione, cheer up , that bloke doesn't look as bad as some you have brought before," Ron tried to help.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure if I should tell you guys what I know about this man." Hermione said biting on her lip and looking down to her cup.

Harry looked at her hard for a second, "You can't tell us? Why Hermione? you tell us everything..."

"I know Harry, you don't know how much I want to tell you, really." Hermione said playing with her cup. "But I can't because I don't know if he would want it so. And all the stress is really getting to me, because what if I hurt him, and caused an irreparable damage? What if I hurt him in a way that cannot be fixed? Because without his regeneration system it could really be a problem without a solution. And since he can't be who he used to be because I took that away from him, and I would officially killed the last of his species. Oh no! That would be horrible, we got to help him Harry!" She was officially hysterical by this point most of her coffee was not even in her cup. She had closed her eyes somewhere in the middle of her babbling and felt her shoulders shaking with emotion. She didn't have to open her eyes to know that it was Harry who took he cup away, or that the arms around hers were Ron's.

"Hermione look at me," Harry whispered in front of her, she opened her watery eyes to him. "Take a breath, and tell me what you know... maybe we can help."

"You'll think I'm crazy," at his raised eyebrow she remembered, Harry doesn't exactly have normal in his life...ever...

"You said something of species," Harry probed, and saw her nod once, "is it Remus type of species, or Vincent, or what type of species?"

"He is not a werewolf or vampire... he is- he has - he has two hearts. Two hearts! Oh Merlin, Time Lords and two hearts!" Hermione started to become hysterical again and tears streamed down her face as she started sobbing. "I mean Time Lord! I've never even heard of such nonsense before today and it wasn't supposed to actually continue! I mean-Time Lord? What kind of species is that? Fiction! I never even heard of such a thing before! Maybe this was a prank? Oh, what am I even saying, of course this isn't a prank! But Time Lord... alien... He's a Time Lord... Time Lord...alien." Hermione started to change her hysteria into a slow mantra of ramblings to herself as she buried her face into her hands.

Harry rubbed her shoulders to help soothe her.

"Okay, Hermione, what exactly is a 'Time Lord?'" he asked in a slow voice.

Hermione gasped. "For Merlin's sake! Here I am telling you exactly what I said I wouldn't!" Tears swelled in her eyes and she sobbed. "I'm becoming Hagrid!"

Ron and Harry looked at each other not knowing what to do. Ron then very suddenly reached for Hermione's bag and pulled out a rather large book. He raised his eyebrows.

Harry gave Ron a quizzical look and Ron held up the book to explain.

"Time Lords: An Anatomical View," Harry read aloud. Ron handed Harry the book and Harry quickly read through a few paragraphs from different chapters.

"I don't understand much," Harry said, "But it seems like a Time Lord is literally what you would think." He looked up to Ron who had taken over in comforting Hermione. "They live their whole lives unbound by normal laws of Time. Like, they can go forwards, or backwards in time and it not matter."

Ron laughed. "Really? That's a bit deep, Harry. I mean, it's not like we have to either. We have Time Turners too."

Harry's brow furrowed as he tried to read more to understand, "I don't think that's what it means. I think-" he stopped short.

Regeneration: A Dying Time Lord's Second Chance

Harry stopped skimming and began to read aloud. "When a Time Lord faces imminent death due to extreme physical harm, his body will begin the process of 'regeneration.' This process reconstructs the Time Lord's body as if it were going through a form of rebirth. A Time Lord remains the same person essentially -as all his memories are still intact- however, the person the Time Lord once was can change as a physical body has a great deal affect on a person. Their tastes, preferences, and even desires can change. It is because of this that most Time Lords do not want to regenerate for fear of changing who they are."

Hermione just sobbed. "But I don't know WHY he hasn't started his regeneration!" She wiped her nose on her sleeve and her cheeks were streaked from hot tears. "It should be a biological back-up!"

Harry and Ron didn't know what to do.

Ron looked at the Time Lord on the sofa and his face fell. "Maybe he used his regenerations? Are they like a punch card or something? As if you only have so many times you can regenerate?"

Hermione's bottom lip quivered. "Oh, I hope not! He has so much he can bring to the world! But, more than that, I should be able to heal him at least. Otherwise, what's the point in my being a medi-witch?" Hermione's shoulders slumped. "Other than being a giant waste of time that is."

Ron sympathized with Hermione and let Hermione vent over the loss of such a great historical asset but Harry couldn't let something go.

a giant waste of time

so many times you can regenerate

Lords of Time

Harry felt like he has to do something. But what could possibly help in this situation? What could possibly-

we have time turners too

Harry had an idea. He wasn't sure it would work, but it was his best shot.

"Time... time... time, time, time," he said as he paced the room repeating the word even in different tones. "Time, time, time, time, tiiime, tiiiiiiiiime, time turners... time turners... time turning device... time crystals that's it!" Hermione lifted her face just in time to see Harry leave the room in a hurry and looked up to see Ron with the same face she often saw after explaining something to him.

They heard Harry running about upstairs and suddenly he was bursting through the door a familiar object on hand.

"Time Lord, same concept as time turners right?" Harry was turning the time turner and walking towards the Doctor. "So I once read that it is possible to magically solidify time, that is what is inside the time turners, the sand that we see..."

"Eh- Harry why are you spinning it?"

"I have a hunch..." Harry said concentrating.

"A hunch?!" Hermione screeched.

"Hermione trust me." Just then the time turner stopped turning and Harry widen his eyes, without thinking he slapped it onto the Doctors chest and felt it break. He quickly jumped back and a great flashing light exploded from the time turner.

A great white sound went along the light, it began to recede leaving everybody's heart pounding. Harry shook his head to clear it from the sudden explosion and approached the body that was still on the sofa.

"What happened," Ron whispered, Hermione leaning forward.

"He seems same as befo-"

Just then the Doctor opened his eyes sat up and screamed on top of his lungs.

Startled everybody in the room followed his example and screamed along.

A/N: Idea of Time turner influenced by Time Interned, by Crave Kashmir. To be explained hopefully in the future if not well you can just go to chapter 31, and read the first few paragraphs.