Snape sneered, as was the normal position of his face. He was trying not to look scary, around his new wards, but it was difficult.

Thankfully, they weren't present. Rather Snape was glaring down at John, in the safety of the Slytherin common room.

His little snakes were all ignoring them, as they studied their little hearts out, at the scheduled study session, after dinner. Most using this time to complete their homework.

Despite the image he gave, to the other houses, Snape was actually very strict with his little snakes. Yes, he spoiled them a bit, as well, but children required both, to thrive. They needed a firm, yet caring, hand... and that meant setting up bedtimes and mandatory studying sessions, regardless if the kids had homework or not.

"Mind explaining to me," Snape glared at the resurrected prophet. Whatever else he was, the boy proved he was just a boy, and should be treated as such. "Why your TARDIS is no longer in the Hospital Wing."

John gulped, clearly debating on lying.

"I can promise you Johnathan," Snape's eyes somehow hardened even more. "If you dare speak whatever blatant lie your thinking up, my next class will go over the benefits of brewing Time Tot tongue."

The young Prophet didn't look particularly frightened by that obvious bluff. But thankfully, he realised he wouldn't get away with lying. "I got hurt around lunch time... Jack got the TARDIS to help treat me."

"Why didn't you just go to the hospital wing?" Snape growled.

"I... wasn't exactly in any condition to be moved," Which, while true, implied the injuries were physical. "I'd prefer to leave it at that."

Snape pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just so long as you weren't experimenting with potions."

At the Doctor's flinch, Snape immediately grabbed the boy's ear.

"You were experimenting with POTIONS!!!!" Bellowed the potions master.

The littlest prophet, clawed at the hand. Whining and whimpering, no different then any other boy his age. "I've got near a thousand years of brewing practice!" The boy desperately tried to reason.

"That didn't seem to stop you from blowing yourself up!" Snape assumed.

The little boy didn't have an answer to that. He couldn't defend that he'd brewed the potion correctly... without revealing that he deliberately disobeyed the medi-witch, his guardian, and (most importantly in that moment) his head of house.

Not to mention Snape would be mad, about the potion, no matter what. No sense getting himself in more trouble.

Just then, the Doctor found himself walking. Being dragged by one's ear, gives off a near instinctive need to follow the one doing the pulling. Not even the Doctor, little boy that he was, was immune to this law of physics.

The Doctor yelped, as he suddenly found himself over his Professor's knee. He just barely resisted screaming "Noooooooooo," as his robe was flipped out of the way, while both his trousers and pants were pulled down, just enough to expose his rear to the cold.

Now, Snape had the attention of everyone in the common room.

The Doctor sniffled, once his ordeal was over, and he found most of the faces in the room were looking at him with sympathy.

Snape was hugging him again, much like how he had when the man first spanked him... but their was something warmer about it, this time, as the tot could hear both Snape's hearts.

The Doctor knew... Snape wasn't going to be happy, when he learned what Romana did to him... but for now... the Doctor could just enjoy being in the arms of family.

"It's bigger on the inside!" John exclaimed, a few hours later. Snape had brought the TARDIS to his chambers, "To keep an eye on it." Which got the Tot to immediately give a tour of the console room, to his new family.

Harry looked around, completely unphased, well Draco dared look uninterested. Snape had been here once before, and had barely acknowledged it then either. About the only one who did look impressed was Dudley.

The Doctor demanded, "Why can't any of you wizards be impressed by that!!!"

Draco rolled his eyes. The young Malfoy heir commented, "Wizards perfected this enchantment a thousand years ago. My family helped Merlin unlock the theories." he boasted.

"I don't recall Aakash doing more then whining about me sparing the Weasley bandit." The Doctor absentmindedly waved off.

Draco scowled. John was showing off his "TARDIS" to his extended family. As way of proof, that he really was the prophet Merlin... about the only thing shocking about that, was Snape didn't immediately tan the boy for his blasphemy.

"I still don't believe you," Draco insisted.

"But... TARDIS!!!" John whined.

"So you have an extension charm on a Wardrobe, big deal," Draco glared.

Harry shifted uncomfortably, before acknowledging, "There are lots of bigger on the inside stuff. Technically my whole bedroom, and the hallway leading up to it, fit that description."

"Fine, you want real proof!" John ran over to the control console, and started pressing buttons. "Allonz-y!" he flipped a leaver, and the entire room began to shake.

While the boys made a grab for a rail, trying desperately to not fall over, Snape began scolding the Doctor, again.

The Doctor ignored him, but was sure to keep out of reach.

Once the TARDIS stopped shaking, the Doctor flung the doors open. And bathed in the awe of the wizards.

"Impressive illusion," Draco insisted.

The Doctor scowled, grabbing hold of the Malfoy, and tossing him out of the Ship.

Draco screamed, only to get a mouthful of space dust... this wasn't an Illusion, he was literally tumbling through a nebula. Even coughing some of it up.

Soon enough, everyone had joined him, flying around in Star dust, getting absolutely filthy.

"What are we breathing!!!" Dudley demanded.

The Doctor just smiled, as he did the backstroke in zero gravity. "The TARDIS is creating an air pocket. As well as adding some radiation filters. And a good bit of friction, so we can control where we fly." he demonstrated this by swimming over to Draco.

The Doctor looked smug, actually smirking at the blonde, "You know, I used to do this quite often, for your great great great Grandfather. He had a thing for swimming in nebulas. Although he drew the line at living ones. Talk about uptight."

Draco blushed, no one knew those stories, outside their family. Especially the incident of WHY Aakash hated living nebulous... his actual journeys, through the stars, was the reason so many of the Malfoys, and their cousins the Blacks, were named after constellations.

"Okay..." Draco gulped. "I believe you."

The prophet Merlin, quite literally, smiled at him.