DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or Doctor Who, or Narnia for that matter, although this plot is mine. I have no real desire to own the three series, although I rather wish I had my own TARDIS.
Author's Note: Here we go with the another interlude of You Are Not Alone. ALLONS-Y!
Chapter Twenty Five: Interlude Three - Surprise Revelations
Dufftown, Scotland, Earth, 1993 CE
Echoing around the town of Dufftown, in northern Scotland was the familiar sound of the grating engines of the Doctor's TARDIS, but the man who stepped out was not the familiar eleventh incarnation of the Time Lord. Instead, this Doctor was skinny (aren't they all?), with red hair and piercing hazel eyes. He was wearing brown "cords" (corduroy trousers), with brown Converse All Stars, a white dress shirt, and a brown vest which matched his cords, topped off with a beige trenchcoat.
'So where are we, Doc?' came the voice of his 18 year old companion Lady Georgiana Sanderson, who answered to Georgie. Georgie was also a red head, with elfin like features (no, she wasn't an elf), with her long hair tied back and held out of her face by two thin gold headbands. Her choice of a purple, black, green and white floral dress with black ballet flats was maybe not her most practical choice, but the Doctor had promised her a day without too much running.
When she looked around, the Doctor was back inside the TARDIS, and hearing a large rev, she had just enough experience to move out of the way as, impossible as it may seem, a bright red 1966 MG MGB roadster squeezed out of the TARDIS doors which closed behind it. The top was down, and there was the Doctor, trench coat now lain down on the back seat, sitting at the wheel of a British classic car. 'Come along, Georgie.' was all he said before she had jumped in and the Doctor floored the accelerator and headed along the worn dirt track towards the A941.
Near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth, 1993
'C'mon Doc! Are you gonna tell me where we are going?' Georgie asked with a pout as the new Doctor swung the car onto a little known dirt track before stopping to put the canvas roof up.
'Well, Georgie, I thought we might visit a little school around here, it's on the opposite side of a lake about halfway down this road.' The new Doctor said as he put the roadster into gear and continued down the road again.
Riddle Manor
Little Hangleton, Yorkshire, England, Earth, 1993 CE
'...Wormtail...I need you to make up a mix of milk and Nagini's venom, and feed me. This new body grows weak already and it needs to last a whole year. Be gone with you, and don't be too long about it.' The small ritual-created body of Lord Voldemort wheezed.
'Yes...my...l-l-lord.' Wormtail stuttered before scampering off to do his master's bidding.
The wraith that was Lord Voldemort was the product of a dark ritual which involved an infant and the sacrifice of a blood relative, the spirit Voldemort had revelled in the situation as he observed Wormtail dump the baby into the cauldron then slit its mother's throat.
Hogwarts Lake
Glenmore Forest Park, Scotland, Earth, 1993 CE
'So where is this school?' Georgie asked impatiently. 'I can see the other side of the lake, and there certainly isn't a building anywhere in sight, let alone a school.'
'Just a sec.' The new Doctor answered, pulling out a pair of what could only be the brainy specs and his sonic screwdriver, pointing it at Georgie from head to toe, then in the general direction of the school, and Georgie watched gobsmacked as the school faded into sight, a fairytale castle, towers and turrets everywhere.
'Well come on then Doc! What are we waiting for?' Georgie asked excitedly, wanting to see the inside of this school that for some reason looked so familiar to her.
'Wait up...Georgiana!' The Doctor called out to the teen who was already fifty metres ahead. He squeezed the key to his MGB and it faded from sight, one second out of sync, and set off after the girl. 'Georgie! Be aware, there are a lot of dangerous creatures in this forest.' he added as he finally caught up to the young girl, who even he had to admit, was a very pretty girl, no actually, she was a young lady now.
Riddle Manor
Little Hangleton, Yorkshire, England, Earth, 1993 CE
'What do you want me to do, Master?' Wormtail asked, prostrating himself at the feet of his lord.
'You will have a part to play, Wormtail, I have another ritual for you to perform, but not yet, I shall tell you of it when it is time for you to prepare.'
'I'll be ready my lord, I'm honoured.' Wormtail muttered.
'Excellent, Wormtail! You will certainly come in...handy.' Voldemort said, laughing at an unknown joke.
Lower Levels of Vaults
Gringott's Bank Headquarters, Earth, 1991 CE
Deep within the bowels of Gringott's Wizard Bank, the Chiefs of several of the most powerful clans of Goblins entered a conference room, taking a seat around a large oval table. They all fell to one knee when Griphook entered the room and announced, 'Announcing, the Head of the Department of Claims and Inheritances, Stronghammer, and Goblin King Ragnok.'
'You may be seated.' Ragnok said as he entered the room and took his seat at the head of the table. 'Clan Chiefs...The time is now that we must take a stance. Will we stay neutral, will we side with Lord Gryffindor or will we side with the False Lord?' Ragnok asked of his Clan Chiefs.
'Why must we take a side at all?' Bloodstone asked with the goblin equivalent of petulance.
'Because Bloodstone, you know as well as I do that the prophecy of Ood Sigma foretells the end of time if Harry Potter does not succeed. And you ALL know as well as I do that the so-called Lord Voldemort will not just let goblins be, we will have to MAKE A CHOICE!' Ragnok bellowed this, staring down each Clan Chief in turn. 'WELL! What is your choice?'
'The Hebrides Clans pledge their support to the Duke of Gryffindor.' was the first response from Bonecruncher.
'The Scottish Clans pledge their support to the Duke of Gryffindor.' came from Gnasher.
Just as Ragnok had predicted, all seven of the Clan Chiefs pledged support to the Duke of Gryffindor, who was by far and away their biggest account holder, not to mention just about the most powerful wizard of the last 500 years, discounting of course the Time Lord Godric Gryffindor.
Hogwarts Gatehouse
Hogwarts, Scotland, Earth, 1993 CE
''oo's there?' came the recognisable accent of the gameskeeper Rubeus Hagrid as the new Doctor and Georgie reached the Hogwarts gatehouse.
This was where the fun begins for the Doctor. He knew that there was a younger incarnation of himself at Hogwarts at the time, but he remembered this encounter as clear as day, a paradoxical encounter in which he gave himself important information about times to come.
'I'm Doctor James McCrimmon, and this is Lady Georgiana Sanderson. We're here to see Doctor John Smith.' The new Doctor said holding up his psychic paper, careful to use an alias that would be obvious to the past Doctor, but less so to most other people.
'Very well, Doc' McCrimmon.' Hagrid said reaching for his keys hung on his belt and unlocking the large gate to allow the two visitors in. 'Follow me, an' I'll take yer to the Doc'.'
History Professor's Office
The Eleventh Doctor was sitting in his office looking through essays with help from his unofficial assistant Harry when the unmistakable voice of Hagrid could be heard through the closed door. 'Doc' I got two visitors 'ere for yer.'
'Send them in Hagrid.' The Doctor replied.
The door to the office opened and the Doctor looked up to see two red heads, a man and young woman walk in and take a seat across the desk from him. 'And you two are?' he asked, sensing something familiar about the man.
'The Doctor and Lady Georgiana Sanderson.' The man said by way of introduction.
'Ah, so you're me?' The Eleventh Doctor realised. 'Oh, where's my manners? It's a pleasure to meet you Lady Georgiana. This is my good friend and charge, His Royal Highness Prince Harry James, Duke of Gryffindor.' he said kissing Georgie's hand before waving his hand expansively towards Harry.
'Pleased to see you again, Harry.' The Future Doctor said shaking his hand, internally thankful that the Harry he knew was now travelling alone mostly.
'An honour to meet Your Highness,' Georgie curtseyed, while the Future Doctor looked on glad that, despite her age, Georgie had enough common sense to not bring up the fact that in the future her and Harry would become like brother and sister. If only all his companions knew better than revealing the future to others.
'And you as well Lady Georgiana.' Harry replied, kissing Georgie's hand just as the Doctor had.
'So you're me?' The Eleventh Doctor repeated his earlier question to the Future Doctor.
'Yep, but you've got a couple of regenerations before you're me yet.'
'Ah ok, so what can I do for you?' The Eleventh Doctor asked.
'I've come here to finalise a paradox that has plagued my mind since I was you. But first...Harry, would you mind taking Georgiana down to the Great Hall for lunch?' The Future Doctor stated by way of explanation.
Both Harry and Georgie had been companions of the Doctor long enough to recognise a dismissal and so Harry led Georgie down to the Great Hall.
First Floor Corridor
'Harry! There you are.' Lucy smiled brightly as she came upon Harry and Georgie walking towards the Grand Staircase. 'Who's your friend?'
'Lucy, this is Lady Georgiana Sanderson. Georgiana, this is my bondmate Lucy, Duchess of Gryffindor, formerly Lucy Pevensie.' Harry introduced the two girls.
'Pleasure to meet you, Georgiana.' Lucy said.
'Pleasure to meet you too Lucy, but both of you, please call me Georgie.' Georgie said in recognition of the introduction.
Both Harry and Lucy nodded in acquiescence of the request. 'So Luce, would you like to join Georgie and I for lunch in the Great Hall?' Harry asked.
'Sure Harry.' Lucy said, smiling brightly both at her bondmate and their pretty, new friend.
History Professor's Office
'So what is this paradox you want to bring to end, for you at least?' The Eleventh Doctor asked of his future self.
'Before I tell you, I have to ask, has Harry been taught to drive a car by the Prince of Wales yet?' was the answer he received.
'Yes, the Queen figured that given he could fly a TARDIS, that a car would be no problem. Even gave him a car that had a glamour that made him look 20. Why?' The Eleventh Doctor asked confusedly.
'Because I had to make sure that I was completing the paradox. But anyway, many years ago, when I was you, I received a visit from my current incarnation...' the Future Doctor started his explanation very badly. '...and I was told that the Dark Lord is returning and that the Time Lords, all the Time Lords on Earth must be ready.'
Hogwarts Lake
Glenmore Forest Park, Scotland, Earth, 1993 CE
'Doctor, you need to get back to Dufftown? Well follow me.' Harry said with a smirk as he pulled a key from his pocket, squeezing as a cream coloured 1962 Austin-Healey 3000 Mk II appeared, having been stored one second out of sync, just as the Doctor's MGB had been. 'Come on Georgie, you can jump in here, I think you'll appreciate the magical additions.' Harry added as he and Lucy opened the doors and climbed in.
Georgie was amazed that when she joined the others in the Healey that the front passenger seat had magically expanded to fit two people. She marvelled further as Harry started the ignition, kicking the glamour into gear, the air around them shimmering. She had of course seen this car in the future, but by that point Harry was 18, therefore being old enough to drive, hence no longer requiring the glamour.
On the B9009, Near Dufftown, Scotland, Earth, 1993 CE
The Healey and the MGB sped along the B roads of northern Scotland towards Dufftown, the Doctor thankful that Harry and Georgie were already showing signs of acting like brother and sister, meaning that the paradox was still being fulfilled, which was better than he could have hoped.
Author's Note: Before I get the reviews asking why I brought in a new incarnation of the Doctor, the answer, truth be told, is that my original plan was to have a different Time Lord, but I'd already had one born after the Time War and three survive the Time War and if I brought any more back I might as well bring them all back, so this nameless Time Lord was overtaken by a new Doctor, not the next incarnation, but a future one, or at least one possible future one (e.g. Scream of the Shalka Ninth Doctor v. Chris Eccleston Ninth Doctor)