Dolohov raised his wand, pointing it at the strangers back. Mulciber did the same.
Lucius had put them in charge of dealing with any Ministry workers that remained behind, and while he didn't look like a Ministry worker, he was there, so he must be.
"Hold it, old man," said Mulciber, putting on his most threatening tone.
The man turned, a slight smile on his face.
"I know you," said Dolohov, completely forgetting himself at the sight of the familiar man.
"Do you?" said the man, in a tone that suggested that he didn't think Dolohov knew him in the slightest.
"I know of you anyway," Dolohov clarified. "You're Yana, the Hogwarts divination teacher."
The man smiled even more, a cold threatening thing that reminded them of their own masters smile...
"Sorry to disappoint you, gentlemen, but that's not who I am at all," he said. "'Yana', was an invention, a disguise so perfect, I forgot who I truly am."
"Then who are you?" said Mulciber, confused. What was this old fool on about?
"I... am... the Master!" the man said, relishing every word. "And you will obey me!"
Dolohov tried to cast a curse, but he found himself staring at the Master's eyes...
"Yes, that's it. You serve a new Master, Death Eater..."
They had gone to the place where Sirius was meant to be.
"He's not here, Harry," said the Doctor, "and I don't think he ever was."
Harry wasn't interested. He had found a little glass jar with his name on it.
"Very intelligent of you. At least one of your group is in touch with reality, Potter."
The group turned, to see Lucius Malfoy aiming his wand at them. A dozen or so black masked figures stood behind them.
"Oh, hello," said the Doctor. "Who are you?"
"They're Death Eaters," hissed Ginny from behind him. "Voldemorts servants."
"That ones Lucius Malfoy," muttered Ron, lowering at the Death Eaters.
"Yes, quite right Weasley, you're almost as smart as your father," Lucius Malfoy said. "Mind you, that's not saying a great deal."
The Doctor, who had been grinning slightly, stopped and faced Malfoy again.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice a degree or so colder.
"I'm looking for a prophecy," replied Malfoy. "That prophecy, specifically."
"Prophecy?" said the Doctor, slightly confused.
"Yes. Prophecy."
The Doctor stared for a minute, then laughed.
"Oh my stars, that's rich," he said, barely keeping himself standing he was laughing so much.
Malfoy stared at him. Some lunatic awas laughin - that was not something he was used to...
"But seriously, now," the Doctor said grinning. "there's no accurate way to tell the future. It's shifting, ever changing, like a river. There are countless Parallels, countless different realities. The Future is never certain, Malfoy."
Malfoy looked slightly worried. The Doctor turned to the kids, and said "cover your ears."
Then the Doctor raised his hand, the sonic screwdriver extended, and pressed a button.
A horrible screeching noise filled the ears of the Death Eaters, and the Doctor and the others escaped during the confusion.
"Find them!" screamed Malfoy, infuriated beyond anyones guess. "Find them, and GET THAT PROPHECY!!!!"
The Doctor led them into the entrance hall. He knew exactly which door in the spinning door room to take, because he could sense the TARDIS. They ran up to it, when Professor Yana stepped out from behind it.
"Professor Yana, I was wondering where you'd gotten to," said the Doctor quickly, not even acknowledging the old man properly. "Now look, we've got to get out of here!"
But Harry was staring at the Professor.
It was like when he saw the Doctor transform into different people. He saw a man with a goatee, in a dark suit, and another man in a leather coat...
"Doctor, that's not Yana," said Harry.
The Doctor turned to him. He hoped that Harry hadn't just said that, but by the boys face he knew he had...
"What d'you mean, 'not Yana'?" he asked, though in his hearts he knew.
He turned back to Yana, who smiled coldly.
"Deep perception," said the Doctor, "should only work on a Time Lord."
"Guilty as charged," said Yana, his voice cold as his smile.
The Doctor raised a hand to his temple.
Yana did the same, but clicked his fingers as he did so.
Two Death Eaters jumped from behind the TARDIS, aiming their wands at the group.
As the students and the hypnotised men dueled, the Doctor and Yana spoke the same word at the same time.
"Contact."
As the unhypnotised Death Eaters entered the room, a blue light began to glow around the two Time Lords, and they started grimacing.
The fighting wizards were joined by the Order of the Pheonix, but even as they arrived, the fighting died down. All eyes were on the fighting Time Lords, who glowed brighter. Then they took their hands away from their temples, and raised them into clawed positions.
Blue lightning darted around them, occasionally darting out of the halo that surrounded them.
Then the light receded, both men sweating, exhausted, drained.
Then the Master walked over to the Doctor, slowly, painfully...
And hugged him.
The two men hugged like brothers fighting on opposite sides of a civil war, who'd been reunited by peace, before they finally broke out of the hug, both smiling, genuine warmth in Yana's eyes.
"I thought you were dead," said the Doctor, tears in his eyes.
"I thought you were dead," said the Master. "I thought they all were."
"Well, we're alive now, both of us. And that's all that -"
The Master suddenly grimaced. Green light surrounded his body, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes open, shocked...
"NO!!!" the Doctor yelled. The members of the order of the pheonix, who'd by this time rounded up the Death Eaters, were looking not at Yana's body, but at the doorway...
The Doctor turned around to see where the killing curse had come from.
Slits for nose, scarlet eyes, no hair, high cold voice.
"Where's the prophecy?!" demanded Lord Voldemort.
