Note: I do not own any Harry Potter or Doctor Who stuff! The only things I can call my own are the characters Randolph Skern, Mr. Ballor, Lewis Pasler, and Miss Kirtson.
Hey everyone! I'm trying to upload as frequent as possible, but when I add to my story, I write it in my journal, so then I have to type it all up once it's finished. I'll upload as much as I can, so give me around two or three weeks for each chapter at the latest, okay? Most will only be around one week, though. Also, I absolutely HATE when people stop writing stories when they are halfway through and don't even tell their viewers, so I will never stop writing my stories until they are completely finished. If I must stop (which would be very unlikely), I will be sure to tell you guys! Alright, here is the next chapter!
P.S. I will try to get some action going, I just don't know which chapter yet ;)
Randolph Skern wasn't lonely. Not anymore, at least. Ever since the "incident", he had had more company than ever before in his life. When he had first gone back in time, he had found himself in a place that was much too different than what it should look like…
Flashback
Something was definitely wrong. The graveyard was not old and shabby like it should have been only 30 minutes back in time. Skern noticed that there was barely any gravestones, and those that were there were hardly chipping or faded. They actually look…new?! He thought to himself. As he walked out through the large front gate, there was no horrible squeaking noise accompanied with the slightest touch of the hand. In fact, there was no squeaking noise at all. There were no ravens flocking to darken the mood with their insistent presence. The graveyard was completely silent. Skern pulled himself together and hurried away. Thankful to be on his way to putting distance between him and that place, Skern walked the previously familiar path through the woods that led to civilization. Although it was the same path, it seemed to Skern that it was much better kept than before, when there had barely been a path. The forest lightened the mood a bit, for the birds were chirping excitedly and the sunlight trickled through the wispy ceiling of leaves overhead. The wizard smiled to himself as he remembered how he and his brother would play games in these woods. Soon, he reached the end of the path and stepped onto neatly cut grass. He had come to the edge of a public park. As he walked across the lawn, he realized that something was definitely wrong. Those clothes…What are they all wearing? Why aren't the muggle children playing with their i-things, whatever they're called. Randolph realized how suspicious this would sound, but he approached a man anyway to ask his question. The man was dressed in a black, wrinkle-free suit and a plain black fedora rested snugly on top of his head of curly brown hair. "Excuse me, but what is the date?"
"July 2nd," The man replied, smiling warmly before continuing on his way.
Before he could walk away, Skern quickly added, "Um…and, the year?"
The man stopped in his tracks and turned on his heel. He looked Randolph up and down, from his dark brown boots to the golden chain of the time turner around his neck, to the slightly ruffled but otherwise straight strawberry-blonde hair atop his head. After a few moments, he grinned and stuck out his hand for Randolph to shake, saying, and "Nice to meet you. I'm Lewis Pasler and I was wondering if you are having troubles with your time turner."
Relieved, Skern gratefully took his hand and shook it as he introduced himself. "Randolph Skern, if you'd please. Yes, I seemto have gone back in time a bit farther than planned."
Lewis replied, "Well, the year is 1967. How far back have you gone?"
Skern's face went deathly pale. "My god," he uttered, totally in shock, "I was just in the year 2009!"
Pasler's smile vanished, "You-you're kidding me right?"
"No."
The two wizards stood in the middle of the lively park, thinking about the unfortunate situation. Suddenly, Pasler broke the silence. "Come with me."
Pasler hailed a taxi and the two men traveled to the street corner where a small red telephone box sat. They used this entrance to get into the Ministry of Magic below. As they stepped into the flow of wizards and witches bustling about, they slowly made their way to the elevators. Pasler pushed the button for the 3rd floor: Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. They stepped out onto the white marble floor and walked briskly to the end of the hall. Once they had reached the very last door, Pasler knocked thrice on the clean white door and, upon hearing a muffled voice telling them to come in, the two walked into the pleasantly warm room. The walls were a calming blue with bookcases lining them. Directly in front of them was a desk piled with files and papers, which included a small owl perching on the young man situated at the other end of it. He had wavy blonde hair which stuck up naturally, and he was most likely in his twenties, which surprised Skern. As they entered, he immediately rose and introduced himself as Mr. Ballor, following with a "how may I help you?" after.
Randolph told him the whole story about his situation. After he had finished, Mr. Ballor asked to see the time turner. After receiving it, he closely examined it for a few seconds, frowning. "Yah, it's definitely broken. I can't tell what went wrong."
Skern lowered his eyes and muttered, "All right then."
Mr. Ballor quickly said, "Hey, no worries! I'm sure we can spare a time turner for ya!" He smiled and scribbled a note onto a bit of parchment which he handed to his small, brown barn owl. It picked up the paper with its claws and flew out of a little doggy-door on the wall. "Why don't you two make yourselves comfortable?" Mr. Ballor suggested. Stationed in two oversized armchairs, Skern and Pasler waited. About half an hour went by before the bird came flying back, clutching a brand-new time turner.
"Here you go," said Mr. Ballor as he handed the necklace to Skern.
"Thank you so much!"
"It's all good and fine! Here, try it. It's already set to 1 year=1 spin."
"Alright, here goes nothing!" Skern turned the time turner forty-two times, and held his breath as the little machine whirred. It suddenly stopped. Skern had not moved a bit. "It didn't work." Skern's heart sunk.
"I don't know what to tell you, but that was a fully functioning time turner," Mr. Ballor gloomily confessed. Just then, a woman about Skern's age walked in. She had wavy, golden-brown hair which loosely flowed over her shoulders and robin's egg blue eyes. "How may I help you, Miss Kirtson?" Mr. Ballor asked.
"Oh, the Minister would like to see you in his office. There is apparently an emergency case of accidental magic that has just happened."
"Alright," he said, turning to Skern and Pasler, "I bid you a good day," he turned to Skern "and good luck." He then strode quickly out the door hoisting a bundle of files.
Miss Kirtson politely asked, "Is there anything you need?"
"No, we're fine thanks," Pasler said as he patted Skern on the back.
The two walked out the doorway and had gotten halfway down the hall when Miss Kirtson half-shouted, "Wait!" Confused, they both turned around. A bit embarrassed at her own outburst, she quickly made her way to them, her high heels clacking loudly on the polished floor. "If you wouldn't mind," she timidly said, giving in to her curiosity, "I would like to know what happened." So Skern told her. The three of them went back to the park and walked along, thinking of what to do. They would meet up time and time again, becoming great friends. Skern remembered the first day as well as if he was reliving it. It had been almost a year since his arrival. He strolled through his apartment sipping his coffee. All of a sudden, his doorbell rang. He opened the door to a man dressed in a trench coat and a teenage girl.
"Pleased to meet you, I'm the Doctor," the man said enthusiastically, shaking his hand. "We're here to help you about your time turner issue!" He pushed past Skern into the building. Skern looked quizzically back at the girl.
"Just…trust us, okay?" She walked into the apartment after the Doctor, and the wizard closed the door behind him.
