A/N: Okay, I know I haven't updated in a ridiculously long time, but I've been really busy with exams, etc. L It's now summer though, so I'm back! :D

Chapter 21

The Doctor reached further into his suit, clasping the cold metal of his sonic screwdriver. One little press of that in the direction of the Daleks, and their systems would weaken then their protective shields slightly. He didn't know how the sonic would effect Voldemort, but he was willing to give it a try.

As Voldemort continued his malicious speech, the Doctor slowly began to pull out the screwdriver. The fact that Voldemort hadn't attempted to kill him instantly confused him. From reading the books, the Doctor had always got the impression that Voldemort killed without much conversation. Maybe he sensed that the Doctor knew more than he let on, and the Doctor wanted to scare him, even only slightly.

"-and now that Harry Potter is demised, I turn to you, the Doctor, as you call yourself." Voldemort's callous voice echoed through the hall, bouncing off the hard sandstone walls.

"Yup, that's right." The Doctor replied, attempting a carefree tone as he carefully manoeuvred the sonic screwdriver behind his back and positioned it at the person behind, who was completely oblivious to this movement, "But I must say this, your highness, the future doesn't look very bright for you, if you get me." The Doctor mocked.

Voldemort's sadistic expression faltered slightly, and he glided slightly closer to the Doctor, "And what are you talking about? How could you know what the future holds?"

The Doctor smiled, "Well, because I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord."

With that, the Doctor, shot the sonic screwdriver in the direction of his captor, and to his surprise, the man stumbled, letting out a cry.

"It burns, master!" He cried falling to his knees, "It is a magical contraption I have never seen!"

Voldemort paused, looking down towards the sonic and began to laugh again.

"And you honestly think that that can defeat the most powerful wizard of all time? I think not."

He brought out his wand and reached it above his head. The Doctor knew what he was going to say, but before he could, he acted fact, skidding round to avoid a Dalek's shoot, he pointed the screwdriver and Voldemort and pressed it until the buzzer shone a luminous blue. The beam shot straight at Voldemort and hit his arm, knocking his wand out of his hand.

Voldemort let out a cry and grabbed his hand. Upon the pale skin, some red scorch marks were beginning to show.

The Doctor spun towards Dalek Thay and shot the screwdriver in his direction. If it affected him, it didn't let it show, as he continued to move undeterred towards him, shot ready.

Turning, the Doctor ran, attempting to outrun the shot. However, as he felt the pain connect with his body, he knew that the shot had reached it's mark. The impact of the shot made him fall forwards, hitting the cold stone floor painfully. Not only having been hit once already today, the Doctor knew he was going to regenerate. His body wouldn't be able to survive two Dalek shots. And with Voldemort hovering above him, he sighed sadly as he realised how much he had loved this form of himself.

Tingles begin to erupt in his side, which didn't normally happen during a regeneration, or so he thought. Before he could contemplate this concept any longer though, his face hit the hard floor, and his head spun as the world went black.

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