Chapter 13: The Doctor, Rose, and Voldemort (and a Dalek, for good measure).
A/N: Okay, so the chapter title is longer here since I couldn't put the full name of the chapter on the story navigation. But the title above is the actual title for the story. Just thought I'd clear that up! And now, onto the story!
The Doctor felt the need for air, and he just had to go back to dry land to get it. The respiratory bypass system was failing and his lungs exploded. He went back up.
He got to dry land and rolled on the grass.
His suit was covered in grass and mud. He closed his eyes and rolled over.
The night was pitch black, other than Hagrid's hut. He heard the loud thumping of Hagrid's feet running torward him. He felt Hagrid pick him up, and carry him to his bright, warm hut.
He heard Harry and Hermione talking to him about something, but he was coming in and out of consciousness. But soon he was out cold.
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Harry's P.O.V
After watching the Doctor go into the lake, Harry ran to Hagrid's hut to get help.
"Hagrid!" Harry yelled frantically.
"Yes, 'arry?" Hagrid asked, looking at his young friend.
"The Doctor went in the lake and I need help getting him out!"
Hagrid thought for a moment.
"Maybe he went down there for a reason. He knows what he's doing, 'arry. I'll watch for him to come out. Don't worry." Hagrid said.
Harry said goodbye to Hagrid and set off to find Hermione. When he came back in, he saw that dinner was about to start. He found Hermione and Ginny, and walked over to them. He sat down next to Hermione.
"Hi Harry. Where were you? You went to tell Professor Smith something and we didn't see you again."
"He went in."
"Who went in?"
"Professor Smith. The lake."
"I'm pretty sure he knows what he's doing." Hermione responded.
"Well, we don't know that. Remember? That lake is possessed." Ginny reasoned.
"Yeah. But he knows so much. He should know what he's doing." Harry said.
The rest of dinner was eaten in silence. Hagrid came in and motioned for Harry and Hermione to follow.
"E' rolled outta the lake." Hagrid said, walking over to the spot he rolled out of.
Hermione gasped at his condition. He was coughing up water and blood. His suit was soaking wet with mud visible. His shoes were in the same place he left him and Hermione went to grab them. Hagrid picked him up and felt him shiver.
"He must be sick. Nobody can survive being in a haunted lake for how long he was down there." Hermione reasoned.
'E's shivering." Hagrid said, looking at the form in his arms.
Hagrid started walking to his hut with Harry and Hermione in tow.
"Shouldn't we take him to Madame Pomfrey?" Hermione asked.
"Maybe later." Hagrid responded. "Want to 'least warm 'im up."
When they got to his hut, they got the fire going stronger and placed the shivering Time Lord in front of the fire. They put a blanket on his small frame to help warm him more. His shivering decreased a considerable amount with the added warmth.
"We can take 'im." Hagrid said.
Hagrid scooped up the Doctor, leaving the blanket on him and took him to Madame Pomfrey.
End of Harry's P.O.V
The Doctor woke up in the hospital wing with Harry, Hermione, and Ginny standing over his bed. Madame Pomfrey came over after seeing his brown orbs open.
"Ah, professor! You're awake. You've been asleep for almost three days, so you must be starving. I'll go get you something to eat. Take this." Madame Pomfrey said, motioning to a flask by his bed.
The Doctor picked up the flask and drank its contents. He shuttered at the taste of the substance.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah. I just got a little sick, that's all." He responded.
"What did you see down there?" Harry asked.
"I saw..." Madame Pomfrey came up with a bowl of stew.
"Why are you disturbing your sick professor? Go!" Madame Pomfrey said angrily at the group surrounding the Doctor's bed.
Madame Pomfrey sat on the Doctor's bed and held a spoonful of stew to his lips. He tensed up.
"It's alright." Madame Pomfrey said. "I know what you did."
Oh no. the Doctor thought as he accepted the spoonful. She knows my plan. Nobody can know my plan. I'm dead.
"You went to see what was possessing the lake." Madame Pomfrey said, offering another spoonful of stew.
Good. The Doctor thought, accepting the spoonful. She doesn't know my plan.
Madame Pomfrey handed him the bowl and spoon.
"Eat the rest of your soup. You certainly could use the calories." Madame Pomfrey said as she got up and walked over to another bed and scolded another patient for not taking his boil - away potion.
The Doctor leaned his head back, remembering what he saw in the lake. Questions that even he couldn't answer ran through his mind. Were they alive? Why do the Demons want them? Is it something to do with me? He ran a hand through his hair and stared at the ceiling. Could he save them? Nobody knew.
And the scariest thing?
Not even the Doctor knew.
But he was pulled out of his thoughts by a shriek and clattering.
A Dalek appeared.
A/N: The next chapter will focus on the lake Demons and their partners in crime. So, the chapter after next will focus on the Dalek.