Breakfast…..

"FRRRR?!" Was the reaction of the Perpats upon seeing it. Both of them wore delighted faces, full of ferrety joy, and then began eating everything in sight.

The Doctor sat at a chair, smiling like a loon. Yesterday he was quiet since he was observing, but not today! Well maybe not as much as his grown self, but non the less he would talk. When he really thought about it, he only spoke to the "Golden Trio" as Harry, Hermione, and Ron were dubbed, Malfoy and the hat/Dumbledore.

A few people rose from their chairs and moved away to another seat. He ignored their glares of distrust.

The boy and girl from yesterday sat to his left and right. What were their names? Gingie and Blackie? No, he doubts that they are named after their hair colour.

"Pardon me, can I ask what your names are? Because yesterday when you spoke to me it seemed that I fell asleep, and- Excuse me?" The Doctor said waving his hands in front of the two. Their eyes were blank and faces blank as well. He had not known them for long but he knew that was not normal.

He poked them and the affect was instantaneous, they began convulsing and foaming from their mouths.

The Perpats and children saw this immediately, and the latter running away from him and the former running towards him. The teachers saw this as well and a few took the students away. Snape glared at the Doctor and took him away by his arm. His face was the epitome of confusion.

"What. Did. You. Do?" asked the potions master sternly.

"I talked, waved my hands and poked them, nothing more." The Doctor said on the hard, not comfy at the slightest chair. He was surrounded by the teachers and were in the infirmary, to his right the two children were calmly sleeping. The sour-faced man snorted at his answer. Dumbledore said,

"The child is young, he can not know such advanced magics, Severus." The headmaster said, gazing sadly at the children, he then turned to the younger than normal Time-Lord.

"What do you think has afflicted them?" He asked the Doctor who smiled briefly at being treated like the innocent he was. (you killed your entire race.) A voice said in his mind, it was not a new voice and he learned a long time ago to try to ignore it.

"Personally I think that they reacted to my touch this way due to it being programmed into them. Someone must have seen that they were friendly towards me and since that person had a bone to pick with me, decided that using children would be a fabulous method to hurt me." The Doctor looked beyond furious when he said the part about the person using children; he did have a very big soft spot for children, he himself was a father, grandfather, great grandfather and almost great great grandfather.

The teachers heard his disgust/anger at the using children part and Snape spoke,

"Well you are a child, why then do refer to these acts as if you were not one." The child (not) simply responded with a cheeky smile and a twinkle of those orange-yellow eyes before hopping off the chair and with great speed ran off toward the fallen children.

He immediately measured their pulse and breathing, breathing was normal but the heartbeat was too fast, that of a runner who had just won a marathon. Placing a finger on their foreheads he explored their minds, something that he didn't like to do, but did when it was called for.

He didn't care about the teacher's questioning gazes that were on him.

Okay after the feast they went to bed, sleep, sleep, sleep, waking up, brushing teeth, look at a few books (for the boy they had been rather naughty ones), meeting together, and BAM! A man in a cloak closing their mouths and saying something to them. After that was darkness and dreams. The children were in a state similar to sleep walking afterwards, responding only to his touch.

Oh, this man, controlling children then, hurting them immensely?! Oh he was probably going to be kicked in his very-important-male-part VERY hard.

His utter fury was radiating off him in waves, scaring a few of the teacher slightly.

An angry Time-Lord was a scary Time-Lord, especially him. Whilst the other trainees in the Academy focused on themselves and themselves only, he had cared for all those around him. Because of his kindness he was often used and bullied. He didn't mind. However when some bright/idiotic lad thought about hurting someone else in front of him would be great, the Doctor pounded that boy in too last year.

Lockhart then decided that it GREAT if he intervened and pointing his wand at the children shouted,

"FABATAS!" The result was two very pink Perpats and two unconscious yellow-haired students. In between the two events was a very angry Time-Lord glaring Lockhart down. Whimpering, the incopatent teacher did not run away like a little girl, he strategically retreated. Like a little girl.