Hey, umm, did you guys know that I got a car?
Yup.
Mustang 2012, V6, 22,000 miles on it before I got a hold of it, white with a double black stripe bumper to bumper, and her name is Gracie Lou.
Aaaand my dad's currently out in it showing it to his best friend. I actually expected this.
Anyway, this chapter is a Harry Potter/Doctor Who crossover. If you already know about Doctor Who, then continue on to the story. (10th) If not, you can either stay here and I'll give you the basics, or you can wait until I think up another chapter idea.
Doctor Who 101
The Doctor is a Time Lord from a planet called Gallifrey, and he stole this machine and left his dying planet. So he's the only Time Lord. This machine is permanently stuck to look like a blue police box, although it used to be able to change shape to blend in with its surroundings, but the circuit that allowed this to happen – the Chameleon Circuit – broke, so now it's just the call box. The Doctor travels around the universes, sometimes on Earth, sometimes on another planet, it just really depends on him or his machine, which we call the TARDIS, which stands for "Time And Relative Dimension In Space." It's bigger on the inside, and very cool. When the Doctor "dies," instead of just dying, he regenerates. So far, there's only eleven regenerations of him, and they're all the Doctor, they just look different and have different personalities and tastes. People who ride around with the Doctor are called "companions," and they come and go or stick around. They all eventually leave though. Other species aren't too fond of the Doctor, such as the Daleks, who only want to kill – "EXTERMINATE" - him. But the Doctor basically protects the Earth and goes on kooky adventures. In this chapter, Hermione, Fred, George and the Doctor meet the Weeping Angels, which are harmless looking angel statues that look like they're crying. But if you look away or blink, they get closer and closer and try to kill you. They can only move if nobody sees them. (Pleasant dreams!)
That everything? Great! We're starting off on the 10th Doctor [because I freaking love David Tennant] because I like his coat.
Fred and George stared up at what used to be their shop. All that stood was the charred frame, a few banners from the second floor still stuck in places and flapping along in an attempt to be merry. Fred rubbed the back of his neck, sighing as he glanced at his twin.
"This is going to be difficult," he said.
"Just leave it, Freddie," George told him, making him blink over at him, "We haven't got the notes, we haven't got the ingredients, we haven't got the money for the ingredients, so just…just leave it, Fred."
"But – " he started before stopping and sighing, "Fine. But now what are we going to do?"
George winced at him, "I – I dunno."
"Pardon me, but I couldn't help but over hear," a man in a trench coat said, smiling brightly as he walked over to the twins, "And I might have a position for you two, that is if you would be willing to leave a few people behind for a period of time."
"I'm fine, but Freddie can't live without Minnie," George smirking, bumping his twin with his hip to make him frown and blush.
"Oh, she can come along too!" he grinned, offering his hand, "I'm the Doctor."
Fred and George glanced between each other before looking at him warily now.
"Fred and George," Fred answered, "And what, exactly, is that position again?"
The Doctor grinned wider, "Just to hang around with me, help me out – you see, I travel a lot, and I get rather lonely some times."
"So you just want a couple of friends?" George blinked, thinking that this man was insane.
"Companions, yes," he nodded, "You can think it over, I'll meet you here tomorrow afternoon!" He then whirled around and sauntered away, making the twins look between each other again.
"We have to talk to Hermione," George said, making Fred nod and the two pop away.
"He says his name is the Doctor, and he just wants us to hang out with him and travel with him," George wrapped up as Hermione paused in shelving a book.
"The Doctor's back?" Hermione asked with a smile.
"You know him?" Fred blinked.
"He was my only friend when I was younger! I thought he was imaginary up until he leveled with me! He travels around time and space, and saw lonely little me and decided to hang around! He is awfully lonely though…." Hermione trailed off, the gears in her head turning.
"Yes, hello, I'm your boyfriend and I don't want you off around the galaxy!" Fred pouted as she grinned at him and gave a tug on his hair.
"You're just jealous," she smirked before pecking him on the cheek, "I'm in if you two are."
The twins looked between each other warily.
Some Time Later…
"No-no-no-no-no-no!" the Doctor screeched, rushing towards the ginger and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, dragging him back down the hall, "No-no-no!"
"Doctor!" Fred complained, twisting in his hold as he tried to escape, although this was difficult as he was forced to run along behind him, "Doctor, wait, what's going on?"
"I've left Hermione and George with the Angels! They need help!" he yelled back, practically throwing Fred into a wall as they turned a corner.
"What are the Angels?" Fred asked, finally escaping from the mad man's hold, but running along with him all the same.
"My lungs hurt, and my legs ache, so I won't tell you that until we get there!" he snapped as they skidded to a stop at a door, the Doctor flinging it open to see that George and Hermione were staring worriedly at a cluster of statues, most of which had their faces hidden with their hands, although a few were stepped towards them with ghastly expressions towards the two.
"Oh thank Merlin," George winced as Hermione sighed in relief, "My eyes ache."
"Fred, Hermione, stare at the Angels," the Doctor instructed, "George, help me move them."
"What are you doing?" Fred asked as his girlfriend stepped up to him, grabbing his hand as the Doctor took off his coat and flung it aside, he and George stepping up to an Angel and dragging it forward, spinning it around until it was facing the other Angels, going back for another to position it.
"The Angels," the Doctor grunted as he and George moved the second statue, "Have to be the loneliest creatures ever."
"Oh come on, Ron needs that category," Fred grinned when Hermione reached up and smacked him in the shoulder.
"They only move when somebody isn't looking, so they don't socialize often," George offered.
"They spend people back in time, past their own birth, and feed on the energy difference," Hermione gripped Fred's hand tighter, "He's already explain all of this to us."
"So if you ever see a statue when you're alone, don't blink," the Doctor concluded.
"You mean every single statue is an Angel?" Fred asked, eyes wide.
"Well, probably not, but it's better to be safe than sorry," he shrugged as he and George slowly made a circle with the Angels. Once they were done, they grinned at each other and proudly stepped back to admire their work.
"It's like an art museum," George grinned.
"By the way, I am never going to one again," Hermione said, making Fred nod as the group slipped out of the room, only to scream at one that stood just out of the doorway, its hands up and its mouth open as if it were going to gobble up the whole group. Fred was gripping Hermione tightly to him, George hiding behind the Doctor with only his eyes peeking out. The Doctor blinked and grinned and shoved it in the middle of their circle of Angels, patting it on the head before he lead them back towards the TARDIS.
Some More Time Later…
"Hullo there, Sweetheart," the man said, smiling down at the little girl, who blinked up at him, "What're you up to?"
The little girl smiled back at him, "I'm playing."
"Do you want somebody to play with?"
"Sure!" she smiled, making him crouch down to help her with the snowball she was trying to make. They started to roll it around in the snow when her older sister turned the corner and screamed, running back for the house and her parents.
Hermione bolted out of the house and stopped, staring at the man playing with her daughter in the snow. He stood and smiled at her, waving at her as she slowly waved back. This man had on a white dress shirt and a bowtie, a jacket as well. His hair was rather wild, just not as wild as it used to be, when she'd known him better.
"Doctor?" she asked curiously as Fred ran outside as well.
"Hermione! Look at you!" he beamed as her husband blinked, "Is this your little girl?"
"Marissa, yeah – Dana just ran in and got us, said some mad man was talking to her little sister," Fred grinned as he stepped closer, "She was right, just not that way."
"Mummy, Mummy, lookit!" Marissa said, proudly showing her mother the snowball she and the Doctor had been working on, "He made it work!"
"He does that sometimes," Hermione smiled down at her daughter, taking the snowball into her bare hands and nodding her towards the house, "Why don't you go inside and tell your sister you're okay, yeah?"
"Okay," she smiled back before hopping along through the snow.
"What generation is this?" Fred asked, gesturing to the Doctor's lack of Converse and trench coat.
"Eleventh," he hummed before stuffing his hands in his pockets and smiling at the two, "I was actually looking for you two to ask if you'd want to ride around with me again after I unceremoniously dumped you back home. I'm guessing the answer is no."
"I'll tell you what," Hermione said, putting the snowball in his hands, "If you come back at the right time, and you can convince her enough, Marissa has my permission to ride around with you."
"Really?" the Doctor and Fred blinked at her.
Hermione smiled at the two, shrugging, "She wants adventure. If she wants it badly enough, I won't deprive her of it."
More Time Later…
Marissa stared down at the cold dirt underneath her boots. Her hands were in her pockets, her red, curly hair blowing around her face, but she sniffed and finally brought her gaze to the stones.
Dana was taking care of Flora, and had offered to take care of the twenty-one year old as well, but she'd refused. Marissa usually hated being alone, but without her parents, she didn't want to meet anyone new.
It'd been a year ago, exactly, that somebody out for revenge had stomped into her family's living room on Christmas day and had taken her parents away. She'd demanded revenge as well, but Dana had told her to let it lie. The man was now sitting in Azkaban, a hollow shell, but Marissa thought that it wasn't enough punishment for him.
A strange sound was heard, making her turn and stare wide-eyed at the glowing light. Was she dying? What had she done to make her dead? Why was there a strange blue box? Was that the doorway?
A man came out of the box, grinning brightly at her as she blinked and recognized him as Snowball Man.
"Marissa! Finally found you!" he said as he stepped out, dusting off his jacket and beaming at her as he sauntered his way towards her. "You have no idea how long it took me to find – oh no." His smile dropped as he stared at the gravestones, his eyes wide as she nodded. "Well that's…that's…." He let out a huff of air, his breath being seen in the cold. "That's rather depressing."
Marissa let out a laugh, a small one, but it was still a laugh. "Yeah. It is."
They stared at the gravestones for a while before he turned to her, tilting his head at her as she looked at him warily, "Do you want to go on adventures with me?"
She smiled and glanced at her parents' gravestones before looking back at him, "I've been waiting to hear you say that." He nodded and headed back to the TARDIS, making her turn back to her parents and smile a little bit more, a warm tear running down her cold face. "You were right, Mum. I always wanted an adventure. And with him, I'm hoping to get more than just one. I love you. Both of you."
"Hey, we haven't got all of time and space to wait on you!" the Doctor grinned from the TARDIS as she turned back and smiled on him, "Allons-y, what do you think we're in? A time machine?"
"I thought it was a time and relative dimension in space?" she teased back as she walked towards him.
"Oho, they've prepped you!" he grinned brighter, "Clever girl!" He turned away, towards the controls, "Where do you feel like going?"
"Anywhere," she answered before turning back to shut the door. She smiled back at the gravestones, "Bye." She shut the door and looked around at the TARDIS, "Yup. Already an adventure."
Blaaagggh. That was terrible, wasn't it? I killed off Hermione and Fred. Again. I'm awful. But, whatever, I kind of like it.
Marissa could come after Amy, or in between little Amy and bigger Amy, or in an entirely different universe. Whichever you Whovians want to believe.
I'm thinking about doing some more crossover oneshots, but I don't think I'll be doing too many (as there are so little books I actually tolerate, and I don't watch an awful lot of TV) And I've got a few other plots too, that aren't crossover, I just don't know which one I'd like to do first.
Doctor Who belongs to BBC America.
Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Ava Miranda Dakedavra does not want to get sued.
Or blamed.
At all.
For anything.
Ev-
-er.
Love,
Birdie