AN: I don't own anything! No character that you recognize, and no songs. Just the idea. Hello it's me! Enjoy!
Oh, and, River and the Doctor are Lily and James, so mostly, that's what they'll be called. Plus, I have decided that this fic is one where I'm not so fond of Dumbledore. Sorry to those of you who like him, I really am. But hey, it's still worth reading, right?
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF SNAPE/DONNA?
Though first, I have some replies for you:
Emmaline Louise Peel: I know! The whole time I was writing that chapter I was thinking, 'Am I really about to do this?' Then I decided, yes, yes I was.
kiroigenaya: sorry about the cliffies... I don't mean too... it just kinda happens... honest!
BleachLover11: I don't think they'll rest until they do, do you?
little-bast: Thank you. Yes, there might be a couple of surprises, but... I can't tell you. Spoilers.
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I'M SO SORY ABOUT HOW LONG THIS HAS TAKEN! I'M STARTING COLLEGE, AND I'M LOOKING FOR A JOB! ALL UPDATES ON STORIES FOR THE NEXT LITTLE BIT WILL TAKE A BIT. SORRY!
PREVIOUSLY:
I gestured for them to file into the alley, and grabbed a fistful of Sherlock's coat and the sleeve of John's sweater in one hand, Donna's arm in the other, turn on the spot, and apparate to the cottage. The sight that greets my eyes shocks me. "What is going on here?"
CH: 10
DPOV:
We disappeared from the alley, and reappeared in a cozy little living room, or, what would have been a cozy little living room, if it wasn't in shambles, with two black-haired males cowering behind an over turned coffee table. A metal arm was shooting lasers everywhere. Cyberarm, my mind supplied, arm of a Cyberman. River put her hands on her hips as she stomps on deadly heel on the arm, effectively killing it, as she demanded, "What is going on here?"
The two males slowly stood, before turning to face her sheepishly, and I could recognize the Doctor in the older one. It was all in the eyes. So the younger would b Harry , Lily now, looked foreboding as she waited for an answer. The Doctor, James now, rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from his wife. "Um, I was, er, I was showing Harry how to beat different aliens, incase he ever ran into trouble, and, um, the, um, the ambient magic made it go, er, haywire."
Lily sighed, and patted his cheek. "Of course it did, Sweetie. Now, you can clean this up, by hand, and then fix everything. I want it done by dinnertime. Harry, come with me, you lot, the kitchen's through there, make yourself at home."
Harry followed her tentatively as James set to work with a sigh. We three settled around the table, waiting until Lily and Harry came back, which only took a few minutes. Harry has changed into clean jeans and a fresh t-shirt, proudly proclaiming 'Gryffindor', whatever that was. Lily casually ruffled his hair as he sat down before fixing drinks for everyone. James, who had finished quickly, settled in at the table as well, pulling her into his lap. The love radiating of the two was incredible.
However, Lily was having none of that and got up, and sent him off to get cleaned up. She herself had changed when she sent Harry to change, and was in a pair of yoga pants and a large t-shirt. This was noticeably distracting to James when he wandered back out.
However, it wasn't long until the six of us were sitting around the table, laughing and talking. James was tinkering with random things, Harry was grilling his uncle about his mom, Sherlock was conversing with James, and Lily and I were chatting about standard girly things.
Lily announced that she had one more guest joining them for dinner, and not a second later, there was a knock on the door. She shot out of her seat and ran to the door, ushering in a tall, dark man, dressed all in black. His overlong hair has pulled back neatly, and he silently held out a container of what looked like German chocolate cupcakes. Lily hugged him, pushed him into the seat beside me, and put the cupcakes in the fridge. I looked at him for a moment, enjoying his looks.
"Hello, I'm Donna," I said, trying to draw him into the conversation. He stared at me a moment, as if startled that I was talking to him, before replying, "Snape."
"Sev! No monosyllabic conversations allowed tonight!" Lily called from the kitchen, before the loud clanging of falling cookware was heard. James rolled his eyes fondly as he went to go help her out and assess the damage.
'Sev' sighed and rolled his eyes, before holding out his hand. "Severus Snape. Lily's best friend growing up."
I placed my hand in his, expecting a handshake, only to have him turn it and brush a kiss over my knuckles. This took me by surprise, and sent a quick thrill through my stomach.
"I'm Donna, like I said. Donna Noble. James' sister." After all, that's what we were, the metacrisis just cemented that, actually altering a portion of my DNA. And after the Gringotts thing, my DNA was altered still further to what was apparently a copy of River's. Nearly full Time Lord, a strand of human, and laced with magic. Severus smiled at me.
I am woman enough to admit that he was rather attractive.
I managed to engage him in conversation, until he stiffened as Harry and John sucked Sherlock, whom Harry had already claimed as Uncle Sherlock, into their debate about who would win in a fight, a man called Agent Coulson, or Voldemort. John was routing for Voldemort, who, despite being the bad guy, was a wizard. Harry was all for this Agent Coulson he'd heard about. Severus looked pained when Harry demanded he back him up as Sherlock refused to take a side until he had more evidence.
"Despite the dark Lord's prowess in magic," he looked as though the words left a nasty taste in his mouth, "I find it hard to believe that he could withstand the muggle technology that Agent Coulson has access to."
Harry cheered and did a little victory dance as John conceded to Severus' point. I could only assume after hearing that, that Severus was a wizard. I laughed and ruffled his hair fondly, causing him to whine and duck away. I caught Severus looking at me oddly, but I brushed it off as my hopeful imagination. I was liking Severus, perhaps more than I should.
SPOV:
Lily practically ordered me to come to dinner tonight, saying she wanted me to meet someone. I decided to humor her, and even made cupcakes to appease the feeling of intruding. When I showed up at their cottage, I realized I had started calling the boy by his proper name, a testament to how relieved and joyed I was to have his mother back, and even, to some extant, his father. I was shoved into a chair beside a beautiful redhead. Harry was conversing to two men who I didn't know. The woman introduced herself as Donna, and Lily scolded me when I replied with 'Snape' out of both habit, and a deep feeling of shock. I felt like I had known her all my life, and at the same time, she was a complete stranger. It was electrifying and terrifying all at once, because I knew what it was.
I turned on the charm and manners my pure-blooded mother had instilled in me at a young age. I stiffened when I heard Harry discussing Voldemort, before I almost smiled. He was arguing that a muggle could defeat him. I defended Harry against the men, and Donna laughed ruffling Harry's hair. I wanted to smile at her, but didn't know if that would unsettle her, so I looked away.
"Well, Harry, are you going to introduce me, as your parents have left us to our own devices," I drawled. He grinned.
"You didn't call me Potter! HEAR THAT DAD?!"
"Fantastic!" James boomed back cheerfully. I rolled my eyes.
"Harry, introductions."
"Right, sorry," he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Um, Professor Snape-"
"Severus, Harry. Outside of school, you may call me Severus," I said, a tad stiffly, not sure how that would be received. However, the boy lit up.
"Can I call you uncle Sev?" I wasn't entirely comfortable with that, but he looked so hopeful...
"I suppose you may."
"Cool! Molto bene! Heard dad say that, and it sounded cool," he shrugged. "So, Uncle Sev, this is Mom's brother, John Watson and his friend Sherlock Holmes. Uncle John, Uncle Sherlock, this is Uncle Sev, my potion's professor, and Mom's best friend."
"Pleasure," John said, sticking out his hand. "That means you can tell me what my sister got up to during her time as Lily. She never would say."
"Spoilers!" Lily called as I shook his hand. "Don't you dare tell him, Sev."
She emerged from the kitchen toting a large tray with several dishes on it. She set it down in the middle of the table and had to smack Sherlock's hand away. He retracted it with a shamed look. James served us drinks and then we all sat down for dinner. It was, surprisingly, rather enjoyable, and Donna was quite a good conversationalist. She ignored my awkwardness and pulled me into a heated discussion over whether it was more enjoyable to visit the usual tourist traps or the little known places. This turned into her questioning me about Hogwarts.
"And you've got the thing planted on school grounds? Are you all insane?" She demanded.
"It's a very old, very rare plant, moved to the grounds for a reason, and I assure you, most of the dunderheads are not foolish enough to provoke it." I assured her.
"Oh really? I want to see this mythical hitting tree for myself, magic man. I can not believe that you would let them keep the thing there! You seemed like you possessed more common sense than space man there!" She jerked her thumb in James' direction, provoking laughter from Harry, Lily, and John, and an indignant 'Oi' from James.
"Well, Donna, how about Sev shows you the tree tomorrow, say around lunch?" Lily asked innocently, winking at me. "And then you can haul him back here to help finish Harry's room. And then of course, he needs to brew Veritaserum for Sirius' trial. But right now, I have a movie I think we all would enjoy."
She produced the 'tablet' that she had done her concussion test on a few das ago, and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
It flickered to life, and then produced a hologram so that we all could see.
3rdPetuniaishPOV:
Her life was just getting more and more miserable. She had made breakfast that morning but when she served it, it was absolutely horrible! It tasted foul, like something from a school cafeteria, or some American fast food gruel. She immediately tossed it, and quickly fried up fresh eggs and bacon, only for that to taste even worse, like something from a latrine! After several tries she gave up and ran to the corner market to pick something up from the bakery.
After breakfast, Vernon lay on the couch watching TV, as she cleaned up, when she heard an almighty 'THUD' from upstairs. She hurried up, with Vernon following, to find nothing wrong except her favorite crystal vase was shattered beyond repair. She sighed and started to clean up, and Vernon went to their bedroom. He sat on the bed to put on his shoes, but the bed groaned, louder than usual. There was an ominous screech, and then it collapsed.
The toilet backed up every time Vernon used it, until she made him go use a public restroom before they were forced to find a plumber. Every scrap of food in the house seemed to have spoiled, even the canned goods. The TV nearly exploded and started flaming, and that all happened before 1:00.
By dinner Petunia was on the verge of a breakdown. the childish pranks that had arisen with the article hadn't stopped, and her day was getting slowly worse. She swore she heard small, manic giggles coming from nowhere when the fuse box blew. She thought she saw a tiny, spindly-limbed, large-eared creature out of the corner of her eye when the shower started pouring brown, nasty-smelling water.
She and Vernon went out for dinner, and when they returned, there were police swarming the house! When Vernon demanded they leave they simply shoved a piece of paper at them and carried on destroying her spotless home. Vernon tried to force them out, only to get arrested for 'assault of an officer, and impeding an investigation'. He was handcuffed and shoved into the back of a car in front of everyone! She felt shame and rage burn through her. Her sister would pay.
HPOV:
I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help but laugh at the misfortune on the 'screen'. I held no love for them, and had long-since given up on trying to earn their approval and affection as I had when I was young. I leaned into Mom's side and whispered without meaning to, "This kinda makes me happy. Is that wrong? Am I a bad person?"
She squeezed my shoulders gently and whispered back, "Of course not, Sweetheart. Even Mother Teresa would be pleased to see those two get their comeuppance."
I giggled as Petunia tried to fix something that didn't taste awful for lunch, and Mom kissed my forehead as Dad scooted closer, looping an arm around both of our shoulders, passing us each a cupcake. He snuggled into us, leaning over to lay his head on Mom's shoulder, sandwiching me between them. I didn't mind. I saw Uncle John watching us with a fond look from across the table, and winked. He grinned and winked back, turning his attention to the 'screen'.
Not too long after, Mom took Uncle John and Uncle Sherlock home, and Dad escorted Aunt Donna to her room on Sexy so she could settle in again. Uncle Sev sat there rather awkwardly, under orders not to move an inch, issued by Mom of course. I sighed. He shifted uncomfortably.
"Harry," he said finally. "Why do you seem so... accepting of me?"
I considered that a moment. "My Mom seems to think you're a good guy, and you've looked out for me for years, so... I figured, you were ok."
I shrugged. He looked thoughtful before doing something that shocked me too my core: he smiled ever-so-slightly and ruffled my hair minutely. Just then Mom came back, and Dad walked out of Sexy. They escorted me to bed, tucked me in, and that was the last thing I was aware of.
AN: Hope you didn't hate it, your friendly neighborhood Renegade. - RebelUp
