Chapter 24
Lessons
The sound of a ringing phone and the smell of a cooking breakfast woke Hermione up. She opened her eyes blearily, "Shut that phone up," she begged.
Harry's chuckle was heard, as he did as requested.
"Urh... Where's that fucking gorilla?" Faith said, her head appearing from behind the couch.
"Gorilla?" Luna asked, looking disgustingly perky and sat on a stool by the kitchen. She was nibbling on toast and looking fresh as a daisy.
"The one that shit in my mouth" Faith said sticking out her tongue and making a face of disgust.
"Well if I see it, I'll send it your way," Luna said brightly.
"Fucking morning people" Willow said getting up off the floor.
Faith looked at her and burst out laughing.
"Shut the fuck up!" Hermione begged holding her head.
Willow glared, "What's so damn funny?"
Faith managed to stop laughing and pointed to her own head. Obviously meaning Willow should check out her own.
Willow's hand went to her hair and she went white, "Oh god I have bed hair don't I?"
Faith started laughing again.
"For Merlin's sake," Hermione said covering her head with her arm.
"She's NOT a morning person is she," Susan said getting up, looking a little worse for wear herself. Nevertheless, not as effected as the others.
"Yes that's right Mr Giles they're with me" Harry said walking into the living room with a tray full of black coffee cups. All of which held black coffee as well. "Yes that's right ... uh huh, why?" Harry's smile grew wicked, "We had ourselves a nice big orgy actually it was great. They'd come to the phone but Faith is wearing a ball gag and Willow is whipping her at the moment..." Harry's eyes widened, "You've got a filthy mouth on you don't you." he said a slight smile. "Well obviously I'm joking...Actually I have the whip." Harry pulled the phone from his ear with a wince. He tossed the small device to Willow, "I think he wants to talk to you."
Willow had a bit of a bunny in headlights look on her face, but took the phone trying wildly to sort out her hair.
Meanwhile Faith was laughing her arse off while trying to drink hot coffee. Not a good combination, Willow walked away just as Faith started coughing. There was a relaxed moment, in which Hermione moaned thankfully. Then Faith said, "Hey, aren't you lot supposed to be in school."
There was a stunned moment in which they heard, "Anyway, if it's any of your business I would much rather be the one tied up!" from Willow. That brought an amused looked from everyone then the room exploded into action.
Hermione sat bolt upright, "Oh SHIT!" she said also running around.
Only Harry remained calm, smirking to himself, "Relax" he said suddenly. "I got a message to Dumbledore earlier. We're fine."
Ginny looked at him, "How? I don't see any owls and I don't think he has a mobile?"
"Actually" Harry said, "There is one owl around. On the roof there is a small owlery, I keep Hedwig up there. Obviously due to the way, she stands out... I caught a pigeon and made it take a message. Plenty of the f'ing things around anyway." he said with a smirk and a shrug.
"What about class!" Hermione said.
Harry just looked at her for a moment.
"Oh, yeah I don't suppose we are learning anything we don't already know. I just goes against my grain a bit." Hermione said with an embarrassed tone and slight blush.
"Well, anyway, I told him about what happened and he said we're all alright till tomorrow. I figure we'll go see Carla and Jack in a minute then we should probably show up anyway." Harry said with a smirk, "You know show willing and all that" he added with a chuckle.
"No! I do not have a ball gag!"
Harry glanced over to Willow and smirked at her. She blushed red, and started to whisper fiercely into the phone.
"You know G, he get's a bit protective of the Scoobies," Faith said a note of regret in her voice.
"Well..." Harry began, "I'm the same I suppose with my ladies." he paused and looked at Faith steadily, "Even the new ones" he added with a wink.
Faith lapsed into silence.
"We can look after ourselves; actually hang on, where is Pansy?" Ginny said and then asked.
Harry looked at his bedroom door with a nod.
"You didn't?" Susan asked, without rancour.
"No" Harry said, "I was out all night, gave her my bed since she was the last of you to drop off. I then put sleeping bags down for the rest of you. Some of you even used them," he said with a grin. "I'll go wake up Pansy, you lot can queue for the shower" he said with a smirk and then wandered off towards his bedroom.
He opened the door and walked in; stopping dead at the sight that he was greeted by. He smiled widely at said sight and wondered if he should just take a picture and be done with it. It was no secret that out of all his girls, he really wanted to bed Pansy and since she was led on, his bed with just one of his shirts on the pull of that idea was extreme at that moment. Long legs all over the place and just the top of her arse showing since she was on her face sleeping soundly.
Or so he thought.
"Are you just going to stare or are you here for a reason" Pansy said a laugh in her voice.
"I thought I'd ogle for a minute longer actually," Harry said showing no surprise. Despite the fact, she had made him jump.
"You could just hop in... Show me what Chantelle was screaming about?" Pansy said turning over slowly, her eyes bright with amusement and a hint of interest in the idea.
Harry cocked his head and then laughed, "I forgot to put up silencing charms didn't I?"
Pansy nodded with a sultry smile, then ran a hand down her front and caressed her own leg, "So... like the view?" she asked.
Harry smirked, "Indeed. I'm here to wake you up though."
Pansy crawled up the bed towards him, stepping off at the last moment and sauntering over to him with a studied gait. She got really close to him, her hands on his pectoral muscles as she smiled. She leaned in almost at kissing distance and said, "Thanks" then brushed past him and out of the door.
Harry smiled, and then banged his head against the door jam. "It's really most soothing," he noted wryly.
-xXx-
April turned to June, and the end of term was looming in the minds of Hogwarts. Buffy took Dawn with her in the end, but Dawn was due to start a special training course at Hogwarts the following year. Obviously, Xander and Giles went with them, working towards rebuilding the council of watchers. Faith stuck around, she did not much like being a third wheel in a relationship that was blooming between Xander and Buffy. Giles had Dawn to talk to and train somewhat so Willow also stayed. She learned about magic from a master of the art, and Dumbledore himself. The girls trained Martial arts with a slayer, which helped the slayer herself get to peak form. Harry and Chantelle saw each other a few more times, but the Red head was busy, Harry was busy, in the end, they agreed they should become much more casual. However, Harry did note that Chantelle was a little strange with him after that. Like he had failed some sort of test. Still school was much the same for Harry and his Girls, meaning dull and boring while training was their focus.
Carla and Jack's family arrived and joined their new sister in the bottom floor apartment of Harry's building. Having been working solidly for many years they were not hard up for money. Bel acclimatised to a more normal life of not doing a lot, relearned how to play her beloved Violin and practised it daily.
Willow and Harry danced around each other a bit but Harry was holding back even more so than Willow. He still considered that she probably only liked him because of the bond they shared and thus stayed back but this time he did not avoid her.
Harry started the women off on some advanced training, a lot more internal work than they had been doing thus far which was difficult and long-winded.
The Purity Movement grew out of the ashes of the old Death Eaters. Harry and Dumbledore watched it with growing worry. For starters, it was not a paramilitary organisation as the Death Eaters had been, with a much more political leaning and propaganda. It began to gain support with the old guard and some of the younger guard too. At its head was the charming and charismatic Alexander Hamilton who appeared in public like some sort of messiah. Luckily, Dumbledore managed to keep Lucius Malfoy out of office, somewhat curtailing their political influence.
Amos Diggory became the new Minister for Magic. The man had little else in his life after the death of his son and took to it as his calling. Starting to weed out the corruption that Fudge had instilled in the Ministry and removing some of the ridiculous old laws. Slowly but surely the Ministry began to change, perhaps for the better. Only time would tell that.
It was one oddly dark and dingy weekend at the end of June when Carla finally managed to pin Harry down. She had recovered well, and was mostly back to her old self. Perhaps with less of an edge than she had, but she looked like a million bucks and her normal 25 year old looks.
"Harry" Carla called out walking into the oddly bereft of people apartment.
ZZT, "Ow!"
Carla walked further in to the apartment and looked in the living room proper. Harry was leaning over a large table with parts of his gun spread out all over the place, sucking his finger while glaring at a circuit board. "Harry," Carla said again, smiling slightly. It had taken a while but she was now either calling him Harry, or sometimes although much more rarely it was Jimmy. Jack too had finally started to call him Harry all the time.
Harry looked around, smiling when he saw her, "Hello beautiful. What can I do to you?" he asked his eyes twinkling with mirth.
Carla smiled seductively, "You can make me understand."
Harry frowned, "Huh?"
She laughed and took a seat near to him, looking at the long low table he had laid out. "What is that thing?" she asked. However, it was obviously not the question she had come to ask.
"It's a ... weapon of sorts." Harry said picking up a foot long circuit board.
"That isn't going to fit." Carla noted.
"I've heard that before" Harry said with a smirk, and then the board shrunk in his hand to a tiny little thing.
"Ahhh," Carla said in understanding. "What is it you are doing to this, weapon?"
"Adding a few things, things I didn't think I'd use before." Harry face grew a little dark, "I suddenly find myself in need of it though."
Carla noted the darkness and said, "Are you alright Harry?"
Harry brightened and smiled, "Of course. Just have to do something later that harks back to my bad old days a bit," he said.
"Yeah; about your 'old days," Carla said. "When I was pregnant you and I had a little chat."
"We talked quite a bit as I remember it," Harry said with a smile, though he knew damn well, what Carla was talking about.
"You said at the time you wouldn't say it to a pregnant woman. I'm not pregnant any longer." she pointed out.
Harry nodded, "That's true." he looked around, and began sliding parts back into his gun. "Shoot then, but I warn you. You might not like the answers I give you. Also, don't forget that oath I had you do back when I was training you."
Carla smiled slightly, "I remember it Jimmy"
Harry smiled, he was sure she said that to make him melt. "Well, ask away my love."
"How old are you really Harry? In life lived."
Harry slid in the slide of his gun. It was after all a modified desert eagle. It is just it did not move any more. It did not need to. It clicked into place, and he began to fiddle with the stock. He debated with giving her the run around, but in truth he wanted to tell someone. Someone that he could trust and confide in a bit, someone that would understand him somewhat, "You're 40 rights?"
Carla frowned and pursed her lips, "Yes"
"So is Jack right"
"Yes" Carla answered wondering where he was going with that.
"Add those ages together and add 20 years."
Carla went white but nodded, "Good grief I thought it might be but..."
Harry smiled at her.
"Oh god you're not finished are you?" Carla asked with a little worry.
"If I tell you this my love, you're not going to look at me the same. So, let me start with this. I AM coming up on 18. However, in my head there are memories from a ... different version of me. He sent himself, in a way, back in time and we merged. At that point, the old Potter and he died, and I, Harry, or James, Black was born. It helps to think of it like that; to me at least."
"Okay, you're delaying, you don't do that often, only if you are about to drop a bomb."
"Okay, we have a figure of a 100 now right?"
Carla pouted, "Yes, stop the messing around Harry, what am I doing times it by what. 2, 5, ... 10?"
Harry pointed up. "20?" Carla said pale.
More upwards pointing.
"30?" Carla said shock on her face.
"50" Harry said seriously.
"No, no way Harry, you are having me on- right?"
Harry shook his head, and slid in a glowing crystal into the stock of his gun. Once it clicked into place, it began to hum in an oddly soothing way. Then he flipped a selector with his thumb and the hum became significantly more ominous sounding.
"When Senior sent himself back he as 5032 years old. Thanks to something, he called Mystical Quantum Resonance. Everything he was at that time, including his... ability to live a long life, merged with me. Start of last summer I was a total bloody mess, end of it I am as you see me now."
Carla shook his head, "To live that long, it must be amazing"
Harry snorted in a slightly bitter way, and then flashed a smile. "Every one says that," he noted wryly. "And I've seen wonderful things in my life. On the other hand, he did, I say me because it is less confusing. I've seen such beauty on an array of planets that has to be seen to be believed."
Carla smiled, "Must have been wonderful."
Harry nodded, and then said in a serious voice, "I've also been married 15 times. I have had I dunno 25 children. I have out lived every single one of my kids. Can you imagine what that is like? In addition, I have NEVER been a grandfather... makes you wonder about the state of the universe does it not? Ten of my wives died of old age and to be honest I am not sure if that was crueller than the five that were killed. Some right in front of me. I was married 200 years once. No children in that one."
Carla looked very sad but had to ask, "Why not?"
Harry smiled, "We weren't genetically compatible. She was my first wife and I met her up there," he said pointing up. "Her people are VERY long lived. She herself was like, 300 years old when I met her. Thing is they need to be with others of their race to pull that off if something happens. We were visiting this planet in the network and bang... A goddamn earthquake of all things, I could not get her home in time to save her. Does that sound amazing?"
"No" Carla said heavily.
"Imagine out living your kids. It is not the natural order to out live ones children. In the end, I had had enough. I spent something like the last 1200 years alone. I was... well I was a bastard by then, bitter and well and truly fucked off with the universe in general. I spent 500 years researching a way to ... go back and do it again. This time differently. You see, in that other life I was a warrior, even when I was doing other things. Even when I was married to a Nox, the most anti war race you can imagine. I was always fighting or looking for a fight. Not even my first wife could persuade me I was anything but I warrior. I had been... programmed to believe that is what I was. I was not willing to let that go. Until the end, when I found a way to boost myself backwards 5000 odd years to this last summer. Senior and I had a chat, we merged and I became what I am. Nevertheless, all he had done, seen, learned. It is in my head. I really am a trained doctor. I spent time in academia, taught, was in prison for like 150 years." Harry smiled, "Though after that first time, no one ever quite managed to put me back in one." he laughed, "They tried sometimes. For a good 800 years I think I was more than a little crazy."
Carla reached out and touched his arm, "You think this, makes me love you less?" she asked.
Harry turned away, looking out of the window. "Yes" he said simply.
"Idiot" Carla said and pulled him into a hug.
They broke apart a little later, "Thank you."
"Who else knows?"
"No one" Harry replied, "I'm dropping a lot of clues," he laughed, "It's so staggeringly unlikely though I doubt anyone will get it any time soon." then he smiled a little more, "But the thing is, some parts of me reset. I am for all intents and purposes a teenager again, which is actually really cool."
Carla laughed, "I can imagine."
"This is just one of the many reasons I like to have a lot of fun, in what ever form that may take."
Carla smiled seductively, "Yes I remember your favourite way of having fun."
Harry grinned at her. "May as well not hide this around you," he said.
Carla frowned and he indicated the hand he had his gun in. "One thing about a life as long as I have had is that you learn a LOT. Mostly to fill time, but..." he smirked. His gun glowed, particles stripping off it quickly and appearing to be sucked into his forearm. "You got to love technology," he said with a wink.
Carla laughed. Then he became a little more serious, "If you're up for it. I have a couple of things that have been bothering me. Now I know the truth, perhaps you can reply honestly."
Harry frowned slightly, "That's sounds a little ominous."
"Mostly, it's curiosity." Carla said smiling slightly, "Bellatrix LeStrange... How do you know about this connection?"
"Other time line" Harry replied smiling slightly. "Excuse my tenses here. In about 2 years from now, she came to me literally on her knees. That point had killed her husband in action and her mind had become un-fogged. I nearly killed her, tortured her... I dunno for hours to the point of making her insane. Even with her ... virtual immunity to the Cruciatus curse by that point. Eventually she got through to me. I am still not sure what made me stop in the end. Nevertheless, I listened and she made me an offer, to spy for me, to let me know what Voldemort was doing. Since our other spy had by that point been found out and tortured to death before being ripped apart by... well it wasn't pretty. Anyway, I said yes. She point blank refused to work with anyone else though. Therefore, I became her 'handler'."
"Okay, as interesting as this is..."
"What's the point," Harry asked with a smile, "For nearly 3 years she pulled off the spying game. Then finally one night shortly before I urh… became long lived. She told me about the spell that was to be cast, Filled in all the details and what have you, but she missed some stuff. Therefore, I sent her back in. During this time, Draco Malfoy murdered someone I had gotten close to actually. After killing the little fucker, I went to my cabin in the New Forest and got smashed. Utterly blotto, Well Bel found me to give me the info she had missed. I was in a total state obviously. One thing let to another and BANG. What followed was without doubt the most pornographic three days of my ENTIRE life. That is when I found out there was some sort of connection between us. As you can imagine I was fairly disturbed by that. Moreover, I was curious. It was not until much later I found out the full details. By then Bel was dead, helping me to stop Voldemort from getting the spell that I got hit with."
Carla looked surprised, but nodded, "How long afterwards"
"Not long afterwards I took Volde out for good." Harry said appearing to dodge the question, but he continued, "Minister Fudge in for his third term by then he covered me in shit in the press, tried me and convicted me. I was sent to Azkaban. He put me in the basement, threw up a magical suppression ward, and bricked me up. By then I was powerful you see, so he thought that would keep me locked up. He was right, I was there 150 years."
Carla blanched, "My god."
Harry nodded, "I went crazy, and then I got better. I played with my magic and in a way; the shithead did me a favour. It was like weight training you see. The harder I had to work the more my levels grew. I never breached the ward, it was a good piece of work that. However, near the end I was not that fussed. I fed myself, watered and all that stuff entirely with magic. I am immune to dementors now I was around them so long. Even though I was bricked up, they still came down to, see me. I learned a lot about magic during that time, which eventually led me to being noticed by magic itself, but not for a long time afterwards." he laughed, "Took me 500 years in total to realise some truths of magic... Anyway, after a bit of a worldwide disaster Azkaban was ... destroyed. All the prisoners within died. I was the only one left; they eventually found me when they were clearing the site to build a new prison."
"150 years alone, my god," Carla breathed out in shock.
"Yeah, scary, it took me a while to remember how to talk properly. Obviously, they had no clue who I really was, and after that I actually became Harry Black. My vaults were obviously still around, so I was well off and after that I started to learn to live with my... urh... condition."
"Natural disaster, you said that in a way that tells me you're hedging a bit."
Harry laughed, "I didn't know exactly what was going on outside. Nevertheless, I felt that all right. Fucking hell it was… big. Mother earth became a little ticked at humans. Three giant storms later, a bit of a mini ice age and about a third of the entire worlds population was wiped out."
Carla blanched, "Oh god."
"I wouldn't worry too much. She has chosen someone this time and seems to want to pump a lot of magic into the world. I think she remembers that time line and wants to do differently this time. Consequently humans DID learn from the experience."
"The things you've seen and learned Jimmy. It's staggering."
Harry laughed, "Yeah, I found out some wacky shit alright."
Carla smirked, "Sounds like a story."
Harry smiled at her, "For instance... One that will make you go, 'Fuck off Jimmy stop pulling my leg' but I swear it's true."
"Go on" Carla said with a grin.
"Merlin... The father of the wizarding world, Wizard to Arthur and builder of Camelot - Wasn't human."
Carla made like a guppy and Harry pointed up with a smirk.
"I... I..."
"Don't believe me do you?" he said with a grin.
"I do, but ... wow"
Harry chuckled, and pulled out his phone as it binged at him.
Carla looked at it curiously. "I've never heard it do that before. I know you didn't change your ring tone, because you told me you can't find it."
Harry laughed, "That's true, I couldn't. I have since though. No this is a little program I knocked up. As most mobiles do these days, this thing has a radio. Unlike most, this one can pick up the Wizarding Wireless Network. I programmed this baby to scan it constantly for some key words. It just found one. Shhh" he said with a wink and hit a button.
["Purity, Is Truth!"
"Today, we are in peril my fellow magical peoples. Our culture is being over run with Muggle ideas and practices. Even now, we have an inept Minister in office that is looking to exasperate that situation. I tell you this needs to stop. I am not a monster. I am not against Muggleborns, they are like us. They are magic. It is the purity of magic and our society that I am concerned with, not blood. Though I think you will agree, that pureness of blood shows. Not only in culture but in power. That said, we would be idiots if we did not see the need for an injection of new blood into the lines, to further our aims.
To become pure, to become Magic as it is Magic that makes us special my friends. It is Magic that makes us better than those around us. The Muggles, they are mere ants compared with us, yet for some unknown reason we are integrated their dirty, impure society with our own. This does not make sense to me my brothers and sisters. We are not Muggles we are magical. We should stay magical, or magic itself will desert us. We will become no more than a mere Muggle if we continue as we are now.
Right now in our nations most auspicious of schools, Hogwarts. The Muggle loving headmaster is trying to blur the lines between our cultures. I say this is wrong. He is breeding insanity into our kind and it must be stopped. I call to the Ministry to take this situation in hand before it is too late. By integrated Muggle culture and ideas, we weaken our very nature. Magic will not stand idly by and watch this happen. Magic will fight, and if we do not heed its words, it will desert us."
Harry pursed his lips in thought ending the transmission as it went into the adverts. "That guy is dangerous."
Carla nodded, "And he is very different from Voldemort."
Harry nodded, "You know what bothers me?"
"What?"
"I have no clue who he is. He did not turn up before. I mean I have changed a lot; killing Voldemort earlier would have a serious impact. Nevertheless, this person nothing, I would have thought I would. Funnily enough, he is completely wrong, but I think people will rally behind him. Mostly because he is saying blood should be pure, but at the same time saying, it should not be. In the other time line, magic dimmed a LOT. One of the reasons I was called eventually I think. By then magic was weak on Earth. In addition, why Willow was called too I think. Since I am sure, Mother Earth remembers that other time line. Blurring the lines may help. However, the really annoying thing is. He's actually right about the blood thing."
"What?" Carla said in shock.
"Pure Bloods are stronger magically. However, as he said, they need an infusion of new blood. They did not get that in my time line and things were washed out. New wands were created to amplify magic just so they could keep doing spells."
"Yet you say he's dangerous."
"He's too militantly anti Muggle. Wizards start a way with the Muggles, well one thing they will wipe wizards out. Secondly, if by some hint of a miracle Wizards ended up ruling the world. We will loose hundreds of magical lines. Those with a hint of magic in the genetic make up that will one day become the Muggleborns of the future. They will be gone and the same thing will happen anyway. This man Hamilton it seems to me that is the way he will push when he has more power behind him. This public way he's doing things worries me too."
"Why, it's a change for sure, Voldemort was much more behind the lines."
"Size, One thing I have learned in my long life is this. People are stupid. Do not get me wrong a person is bright, but people are stupid... What's more, they are sheep. Start a movement, get momentum and more and more will join him. He will have a damn army before you know it. Doing this out in the open will give him backing, money, power, just normal Joe's in the street saying Muggles are bad. The tide will turn and that war will start. I have seen things like it before and it does not end well. But there is only one way to fight propaganda."
"More propaganda" Carla said with a nod.
"Ah ha, you DO remember some of my training"
Carla poked her tongue out.
"Careful I might take that as an invitation."
Carla winked in reply then said seriously, "With your fame, you could," she cut off because Harry was already shaking his head.
"This, for a change, isn't my battle. I am not a good public speaker. I get annoyed with the press and get a little... testy quickly. No when it comes time to fight, I'll be there just like I always have been."
"How many dark lords have you fought?" Carla had to ask.
Harry smirked, the waved his hand, "I dunno 50 odd? Nevertheless, I have been in a lot of wars, and so many battles I have lost count. I am not a warrior any more, but I will not stand idly by when there is a fight that needs to be fought. For now, this is more Dumbledore's area. He has just been attacked directly. He will now have to reply to that. Luckily, Albus is like 162 years old. He knows his state craft."
Carla nodded and spontaneously hugged Harry. "I do still love you. Nothing will change that. I think your girls would be the same as well."
"Maybe" Harry allowed hugging her back. "Now go, get out of here. I have to go see a guy about something," he said smiling in a fake fashion.
"Alright, you need me you call" Carla told him seriously.
Harry nodded, and tossed her a wink. Watching her walk of out his apartment with a smirk, "Damn she looks amazing again already," he noted to himself and then he stood up and concentrated.
-xXx-
Doctor Gabriel Jones span round like a cat when a voice said, "Hello Doctor Jones."
He saw a medium height man, a set of cold green eyes under a black haircut. Dressed in what looked like gothic gear. All of which he registered, but it was the large humming gun in the man's hand that really stood out to the Doctor. "Who are you?"
"That's not important." Harry said his eyes cold. "I've popped in to have a bit of a chat with you," he said, leaning back against the wall. At the same time, he silenced the private office they were in. It was one of those line-blurring places that happened a lot in the underworld.
"I'll call security!" The Doctor said and dived for his desk.
Harry watched him go with a calm look on his face. The doctor picked up his phone, finding it dead. He then hit his panic button. Due to the nature of their business, their clients were sometimes rather dangerous. Nothing happened and all the while, the man just stood nonchalantly leaning against the wall. Cold emerald orbs surveying the scene and showing no emotion.
The Doctor rallied a little, "What do you want? Do you know who I AM!"
A cold smile, to match the cold eyes appeared, "I do indeed. It has taken me a while to find out exactly who you were. I wanted to be sure of course. As to what I want..." Harry pulled out his phone, flipped it open and used the camera to begin recording. "A chat as I say."
The Doctor looked at the camera, "I can't give you any information."
"Not that interested in information. I'm mostly here to pass on a message, and hopefully teach you something."
"Yeah what could you teach me?" The Doctor snarled, angry in the face of his fear.
Harry's expression grew dark, "That you don't fit A Box, in a pregnant woman."
The Doctor frowned, "What are you talking about?"
Harry glowered at the man, "You really didn't even check did you. Then proceeded to fit it with such a slap dash fashion that even if she wasn't pregnant it was unlikely she would've survived."
The Doctor narrowed his eyes, "I fit those devices all the time. I've never had any complaints."
"You have now," Harry said and the gun rose. The ominous hum filled the Doctors world as he watched Harry's finger tighten on the trigger. Then as the trigger was pulled back, he did not see his death. He saw a sickly yellow light that filled his eyes. Then amazing agony ripped a scream out of his throat. The pain seemed to last for ever. In fact, it was only a few seconds.
"P.P. ," The Doctor begged, holding up his hand and crying softly.
"If you had only checked Doctor, this would not be happening. I suggest in future you remember that and take considerably more care."
"Yes, Yes, Anything, please don't kill me!"
Harry frowned, "If I killed you, what would you learn," he said pulling the trigger once more.