Hello again Internet, gosh it has been a while since I worked on anything here. I really do apologize for leaving for so long (It's been what, just over a year since the last update) school was a lot more intense this year than originally expected...as was most of the summer. I had like no free time. Anyway, since I was gone for so long I thought I would return with a nice long chapter answering a lot of your questions. Enjoy. Remember, if you have any questions, comments or concerns feel free to leave them in the reviews section. Thanks ;3

Since so many left comments this past year, I'm going to skip the individual shout-outs and thank you all here and now for your support.


Rose awoke to the sunlight streaked cobblestone roof of the Hogwarts infirmary. As she sat up in bed she realized that for once she was the only one there. Typically, the beds would be littered with students who had jinxes placed on them by friends or bullies, students faking illness to get out of exams, and students who had shattered their bones in the latest Quittage match. Any other day Madam Pomfrey would have had her hands full…but today…

The sound of squeaking hinges echoed suddenly through the desolate hall along with the sound of a heavy door being pushed along the stone floor. It wasn't long after that that Rose saw two black high-top clad sandshoes shuffling briskly around the corner. When The Doctor saw her sitting up in bed, his face lit up and he rushed to her side.

"Glad to see you up and semi-functioning." He gleamed, "How do you feel?"

Rose cleared her throat and grimaced at how raw it was "Mostly alright" she replied rather hoarse.

"Your voice is going…that's what you get for coughing so hard." The Doctor teased, "Now what in the world is going on with you miss Tyler?"

"You mean, Madam Pomfrey didn't find anything wrong?"

"No…all she could find was…"

"Low blood sugar." Rose answered in unison with her friend.

He gave her an inquisitive look.

"Sounds about right." Rose mumbled to herself.

"How do you mean…" The Time Lord asked raising an eyebrow, "Do you know something I don't?...Don't go on now telling me your family has a history of hypoglycemia or diabetes or low blood pressure or any of that nonsense either because none of that would account for the coughing fit."

"I'm aware." Rose replied shortly, "And believe me I've had enough of those damned coughing fits. Whoever is behind this is going to get a right proper kick in the arse courtesy of me when this is all said and done."

The Doctor gave her a strange look, "Whoever is behind this…"

"Yes." Rose sighed, "Now hear me out before you go on telling me I'm schizophrenic. Every time I pass out I wake up somewhere that isn't here, that isn't Hogwarts. In fact, where I do wake up is in a city called Orlando in one of the fifty United States, Florida. There, there is a theme park based off of Hogwarts, and it is owned by a company called Universal Studios. Every time I pass out I wake up there, with another version of you looking worriedly over me and fussing about how you promised my mum you would take care of me and you haven't. Last time I woke up there, it was in a hospital because apparently I passed out while the theme park was on fire, but when we got to the hospital the only problem that was discovered was that while I was passing out, my blood sugar dropped."

The Doctor's face scrunched up as he began to interrupt, "Rose…I'm not sure…"

"I said let me finish" she snapped, "Anyway, I thought I was losing my mind, I thought I had gone right mad after traveling with you for so long but when you looked at me yourself you said that the readings from your screwdriver pointed to one solution and one only…Somebody in this realm, the Hogwarts realm, was pushing my soul or essence or whatever you want to call it into the body of Rose Tyler in this realm to possess my body that lives in the other realm…that make sense? Someone is using me as a trans-dimensional transport."

The Time Lord furrowed his brow, "Well I was worried that maybe you had gone mad, but that doesn't sound entirely implausible. I mean…I'm going to have to double check because there always is the off chance that you HAVE gone mad, but…either way we are in a bit of a predicament. If you're insane, your mother will kill me but at least we can get you the psychological help you need. God forbid it is a manifestation of some kind of time travel related post-traumatic stress disorder or both of your parents will have my head. However, if you are right and there is another form of you living in another dimension that is being forced into this one by an outsider attempting to posses your other body, we have bigger problems. Not only is something dangerous and probably magical using you as their marionette dooms day device, but that also means you aren't Rose…My Rose, the one I promised Peter and Jackie Tyler I would protect with my life, and the one I spent the last six years of my…life falling in love with…" He let those last four words trail off as a whisper.

Rose didn't even catch his last words; her father's name was still ringing in her ears. Apparently, in this realm, he was still alive. Seemed to be a common theme amongst parallel universes she came across. What a pity it was another Rose's reality and not her own.

The Doctor shook his head as if to clear it and smiled up at his companion, "Well then, better get you out of here and give you a proper look over." He stretched out his hand to help Rose out of the Hospital bed. She slipped on her sneakers and the headed out into the hallway towards the divination tower.

"Doctor, exactly how long have I been out for."

"A good two days. The students have been quite worried about you. Especially Weasley…I think he fancies you if I'm being completely honest."

Rose blushed at the thought of her childhood fantasy boyfriend potentially fancying her. It was too bad she was almost 21 years old…far too old for them.

"On a more depressing note however," The Doctor continued yammering, "The School is on lock down."

"Lock down?" Rose echoed, "How do you mean?"

The Time Lord shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his suit pants as he began to explain the complex events that had taken place while Rose had been absent. "The Daily Prophet reported that Bellatrix has escaped Azkaban…seems like security has become more and more lax since Sirius escaped…Dumbledore is taking this news very seriously and seems to think that naturally Lestrange is after Potter. The school is on lockdown. No one comes in or out, all outdoor classes and activities have either been temporarily suspended, or have been moved inside. Let me just take a moment here to express how thrilled Professor Snape and the Sytherin house has been to host the Care of Magical Creatures class in the spare classroom in the dungeon." The pair stopped shirt in the hall just outside the entrance to the Great Hall, "You have no idea how many times I have had to intervene these last two days."

Rose saw her friend's gaze harden and resisted the urge to bust out laughing. The thought of Hagrid getting into it with Snape and Draco was just too much. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Draco making his way to the Slytherin table for breakfast. Speak of the Devil and the tail appears she couldn't help but think to herself.

The Doctor snapped his fingers in front of her face and she jumped.

"Rose, are you alright? Did you even catch a word I said? You sort of spaced out on me there for a moment."

"Bellatrix is potentially on her way to Hogwarts, and Hagrid and Snape aren't happy about the new teaching arrangements…" She parroted back the summery to him distractedly, "Now shhhhhh" She turned her gaze back to Draco, with a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

She watched as the notorious trouble maker took a seat across from his cronies and plucked a bright green Granny Smith from the fruit basket on the table. As he bit into it, a small trickle of juice rolled down his chin. He wiped it away with the sleeve of his robe and Rose grinned ear to ear. "Oh the Drapple fangirls back in my dimension would just be eating this up right now." She turned back to the astonished and confused Doctor, "See what I did there?...EATING it up." She snorted aloud.

"What in the blue blazes is a 'Drapple fangirl'?"

"It's Just this thing, back in my dimension, where these Harry Potter fans ship Draco with an apple…I don't entirely understand it but I can promise you that it is definitely a thing."

"Shipping? Rose what are you on about? And stop saying 'my dimension' as if the idea you are being used as a trans-dimensional transportation device is fact. To be quite frank I'd rather you were mad…it is, after all, the safer option."

"The safer option!? Doctor, I would rather I be a trans-dimensional possessed person than have lost my bloody mind! At least then I know that if everything works out its done and over with and It won't haunt me for the rest of my life!"

"See Rose, That's where you are wrong…being used like would cause you catastrophic damage! What you think low blood sugar would be the only side effect!? There are things about being used in such a way that you don't know! There would be crippling and lasting effects on you, the other Rose, my Rose, that has been repressed, on this world, on the other world and on time and space its self!"

Rose paled, "…How do you mean…"


Harry, Ron, and Hermione peaked around the corner at their new favorite teachers, concern etched on their faces.

"What do you suppose they are arguing about?" Harry wondered aloud.

"I don't know, but whatever it is, Miss Tyler is clearly isn't happy about it." Ron added.

"She looks so pale…" whispered Hermione, "I really do hope she's alright. She's been so ill lately…"

"And now Bellatrix is on her way to the castle to come after me, and I bet she didn't know until now." Harry sighed, turning away from the scene of the arguing teachers and slamming his back against the wall, "That probably isn't going to help her health."

"Don't worry about it Harry, she's a teacher…sick or not she's trained to defend herself against the dark arts." Hermione placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I mean; she might have some reason to worry…" Ron added.

Hermione shot him a dirty look, "What are you on about Ronald!?"

"Oi! Before you go getting all hostile, think about it. This is Bellatrix Lastrange we are thinking about, she tortured Longbottom's parents into insanity! Not to mention, Miss Tyler is a Student teacher, Hermione. She doesn't have all of the same qualifications as the rest of the professors."

"While that's very true, Ron, she is still better defended and protected than your average muggle."

"Well duh, if she was muggle she wouldn't be here first off, and second off she'd be dead within two seconds of an encounter with Lastrange."

"Guys, this really isn't helping." Chimed in Harry, "Besides here they come."

Just then the Doctor and Rose rounded the corner. The Time Lord smiled a cheery smile at the three of them, and Rose just avoided their gaze. It was as if she could sense that they had just been talking about her inevitable death…if she was a muggle that is.


A short while later up in the divination tower, The Doctor finished scanning Rose over for the third time with his sonic screwdriver.

"Looks like you were right." The Doctor sighed heavily, you have all the readings and symptoms of being manipulated as a trans-dimensional vessel. Someone from this world is trying to use you to get to the other. I would rather the other option, it would be less of a mess if you were simply going mad, but you aren't and now we need answers."

"What kind of answers." Rose sighed as she flopped down into a nearby chair.

"The typical kind…" The Doctor grumbled running his hand through his hair, "Who is doing this? Why are they doing this? How are they doing this? What damage is it causing to this world? What damage is it causing the other world? What damage is it causing the fabric of time? How do I get Rose back…"

"Get Rose back?" Rose echoed, "I'm right here!"

"No, but you aren't!" The Doctor snapped, "You aren't my Rose! The Rose I've been traveling with for what seems like eons, the Rose whose parents entrusted her care in me, the Rose I Love!"

Rose's Jaw dropped.

"No!...No…Her essence, her…soul, is being repressed by your very existence! You don't belong here. You belong to another dimension and another Doctor! My Rose…she was something special, and you are KILLING her!"

Rose began to sob. The Rose from this dimension had everything…a mum, a dad, and a Doctor who loved her…and she was stealing it away like some kind of parasite. But it wasn't her fault, The Doctor knew that, right?

"I'm sorry…" She gasped between sobs, "I'm sorry, I know I'm stealing everything away but it isn't my fault, it isn't…"

The Doctor's face softened suddenly and he knelt down to her height to wipe away her tears, "I know…I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…it wasn't right of me to get angry at you…this isn't your fault."

Rose swallowed hard, grimacing as the saliva scraped past her raw throat.

The Doctor's face squinched up, "Ah yes, that. I knew there was something I forgot to tell you. And I'm sorry Rose…I'm so sorry but you need to know this…"

"Just get on with it!" Rose snapped as she blew her nose into a stray handkerchief conveniently placed on the table beside her.

"Right…" The Doctor took a deep breath, "Your coughing fits aren't random, but they aren't exactly a side effect either…more like a consequence. You see, what makes this even more cruel and even more wicked is the fact that whoever is doing this to you knows that every time you slip back and forth between dimensions it causes physical deterioration. They know because it is explicit in the ritual they have to proceed with to accomplish the dimension hopping. Rose, each time you slip between worlds, you are physically rotting away, from the inside out…starting with your lungs…"

"You've got to be bloody kidding me…" she whimpered

"But it's more complex than that. You see, while you are here, you are repressing my Rose's soul. Her actual soul is dying because of you existing in her body. But, while the possessor has control of your body in your dimension, it is physically rotting away. You only feel an echo of the damage in this realm. Some coughing and maybe some tightness in your chest now, but in your realm the damage is real and undetectable…at least to my standard screwdriver settings. When you inevitably return to your realm I need you to pass that information along to your Doctor, assuming he doesn't already know which I doubt, so he can amp up his settings as I have already done and keep a proper eye on you. I'm so sorry Rose, if he's anything like me I can't understand why he wouldn't have told you this before…"

Silent tears were now streaming down Rose's cheeks, "What happens if I slip between worlds too many times?"

The Doctor dropped his eyes to the floor, "I'm so sorry…"

"What happens!" she demanded.

"…. If you slip between worlds one too many times, the body your soul belongs to, the one in Orlando, will become too dilapidated to harbor a soul any longer. Your body will die but your soul will still have life left, leaving it to wander in a confused sort of purgatory until it eventually runs out of energy and fades into nothingness…giving you no chance to pass on to what comes after. As for the soul of my Rose, her body will remain a pristine shell left to spend the rest of its years biologically living out in a state of comatose while her soul fades into nothingness with no hope of passing on."

Just then Rose began coughing once more and the room began to fade to black. As she slipped once more into a state of unconsciousness, she also slipped one step closer to eternal nothingness.


Rose awoke once again to the warm cream walls of the Orlando hotel room. In the silence of the room, she noticed a now audible wheeze to her breathing. She also noticed a strange warm breeze on her neck, and an abnormally warm weight wrapped around her mid section. She pulled back the covers slightly to find one, blue pinstriped arm wrapped around her waist…and froze.

The Doctor rarely slept. As he was not entirely human, sleep was never a big deal for him. He could go weeks, or even months without ever having to rest. The only time he ever did sleep was either when he was ill, needing to appear human, or needed his subconscious to work out a problem his awake mind couldn't. Considering the recent developments in their adventure, Rose figured the reason he was asleep just then was probably the later of the options…he was probably trying to subconsciously work out how anyone could walk away from the current predicament even remotely okay…because she sure as hell didn't have the foggiest of clues. What didn't make sense to her though is why the Doctor had his sleeping arm wrapped around her…

The other Doctor, the one in Harry's realm had confessed his love to Harry's realm Rose via her. She blushed as she asked herself if maybe…this was the sign she had been looking for from her Doctor all this time…The thought sent a rush of butterflies to her stomach and she quickly jumped out of bed before she allowed her mind to wander to any other conclusions.

With her swift movement The Doctor's eyes snapped open, and he too was out of the bed in a flash with his screwdriver pointed in her direction, ready. Upon realizing it was just her standing there, he lowered his…well…it wasn't quite a weapon…and relief washed over his face. With his hair even more ruffled and untidy than usual, in his pinstriped jim-jams, he looked almost…normal.

Rose could feel a blush spreading to her cheeks, but before she got all distracted by how positively ridiculous he looked in his defense stance and pajamas, she remembered that he forgot to mention that both the life of herself and the other Rose were very much in danger. A blush still spread to her cheeks but a different kind. The other Doctor was right, her Doctor most positively did know about the damage that would happen to her, but didn't bother to tell her so as to "protect" her…per the norm.

"Ah, Rose, it's just you. Glad to see you still have those cat-like reflexes aye…how'd you sleep?"

Completely disregarding his question, and adorableness, she marched over to him, and slapped him straight across the cheek. A small trickle of blood slipped down the side of his face as a swollen red imprint of her hand overtook the afflicted area.

"Oi!" He shrieked, "What the hell was that for!"