Two Hearts Chapter 9
The Doctor had only booked two rooms at the Elephant Inn. That left the hard task of deciding roommates. It was an unspoken rule that the Doctor had lost his room picking privileges that night due to it being his decision to only get two rooms for the four travelers. So, Sirius and Martha took it upon themselves to evaluate the rooming situation.
"This room has two beds," Sirius said as he poked his head into one room.
"This one's only got one," Martha said, doing the same in the second room.
Harry's first thought was that he and Sirius should share a room since they were already used to living together. But then he realized that that would leave Martha and the Doctor together as well and although Harry doubted the Doctor would care who he was with, Marth might.
The four time travelers stood awkwardly in the hallway until Harry finally asked Martha what she wanted.
"Do you want to stay in the room with two beds, Martha?"
Harry asked.
"Yeah," Martha said.
One person down, three to go.
With some deliberation and a bit of back and forth, Harry ended up in the room with Martha, and Sirius shared a room with the Doctor.
They had no luggage with them to carry in minus Harry's bigger on the inside bag so they bid each other goodnight and went into their assigned rooms.
"So," Martha settled into one of the uncomfortable beds. "How are you liking all of this? Time travel, magic; it's all pretty great, isn't it? Well, despite the man dying part. Of course, you're used to the magic."
Harry leaned back on the lumpy bed and took a second to gather his thoughts.
"I'm not sure that I'll ever be used to the magic," Harry said. "I've only known about it for just over three years. That's when I started Hogwarts. That place was my home until I went to live with Sirius. I don't know if I'll ever be able to go back."
"Why?" Martha asked. "Why are you running away? What for?"
"The ministry organized this competition," Harry said. "Adult witches and wizards from three different schools compete in it. They haven't held it in years. I got entered in it and chosen against my will."
"Why don't you just compete and get it over with?"
"Sirius won't let me."
"Why?"
"Because of the reason it was canceled for so many years," Harry paused. "The fatality rate got too high."
"Oh," Martha went quiet.
Harry thought that that might be the end of the conversation until Martha asked, "So why are you running away? Can't you and Sirius just say that you're not going to do it?""
"I wish," Harry grumbled. "The ministry's making me compete because it's a magically binding contract. Sirius thought that if we got out of the country then I'd be able to get out of it. He splinched himself while we were apparating."
Harry noticed Martha giving him an odd look. He realized that she had no idea what his last sentence meant.
"Er, he lost a piece of his body while magically teleporting," Harry tried again. "That's how we ended up in your hospital. You know the rest."
"You can magically teleport?" Martha asked.
"I can't," Harry said. "Not yet anyway. I've got to be seventeen before I can test for my license. Hermione and Ron will actually be able to get theirs before me."
"Who are Hermione and Ron?" Martha asked. "Is Hermione your girlfriend?"
Harry, like any fourteen-year-old asked to defend his friendship with a female, jumped to his defense.
"Hermione my girlfriend? No! She's my best friend! Both of them are." Harry calmed down by the end of it. "They're probably really worried about me."
"Couldn't you just return when the competition's over?"
"Hopefully," Harry said. "It depends on how upset the ministry is at me and Sirius."
"Are they really that bad," Martha asked but before Harry could respond she answered her own question. "Well, they'd have to be bad to force a fourteen-year-old to compete in deadly tournament, I guess."
"Yeah," Harry said. "They also locked Sirius in prison without a trial for twelve years."
"They what?"
While Harry told that story and about other things that happened during his time in the wizarding world, Sirius sat in the other room with the Doctor.
The combination of a nine hundred something year old (or so he claimed) time lord and a self-declared light Black wizard left together in Elizabethan London could very well lead to a lot of trouble. It was a good thing that said time lord was distracted by what he saw as his new walking encyclopedia of the Wizarding World.
Well, it was a good thing for Elizabethan London. It wasn't quite so good for the wizard that was deemed an encyclopedia.
The Doctor, never one to waste time unless he didn't have any began to pick Sirius' brain almost as soon as they got in the room.
The Doctor asked a question.
Sirius thought for a moment and gave an answer.
The Doctor asked another question.
Sirius, again, gave an answer.
The Doctor theorized in strange words that Sirius didn't understand.
The cycle continued for thirty minutes, Sirius' answers getting more sarcastic by the question.
"So, there's dark and light magic?" The Doctor asked although Sirius was certain that he'd already said that in his last answer.
"Yes."
"And all wizards can channel both?"
"Most are better at one than the other but all witches and wizards could cast at least a low-level spell of both."
"There's got to be something in a your all's DNA for that to happen. Maybe it's something hereditary. Are certain families predisposed to either light or dark magic?"
"Yes."
"And which does your family mostly use?"
Sirius stared at the Doctor for a few moments before answering.
"My last name is Black," he said. "I think that you can figure it out."
"So, you know a lot about this 'dark magic'?" The Doctor asked.
"I'm probably one of the wizards classified as a light wizard that casually knows the most about dark magic," Sirius said. "Of course, Dumbledore knows a lot but he doesn't have access to the Black library."
"Do you know if there's any spell that could do what happened to the Master of the Revels?" The Doctor asked.
"I know ones that could do parts of it, but it looked like multiple spells put together," Sirius said. "I couldn't see the Ministry allowing it though. If I remember anything that my mother told me it's the horror stories that she passed off as bedtime stories about the witch hunts. The Ministry is extra strict about casting magic in front of muggles around this time because of them. The Ministry records all magic performed in muggle areas. At least, they do in my time. I'd assume that they still do now."
"You said that your family has a library of dark magic?"
"Yes," Sirius said. "They also have an ugly umbrella stand."
The Doctor paused for a second in thought.
Sirius hoped that the time lord's pause meant that the Doctor had given up his interrogation and would let Sirius get to sleep. With the way the Doctor squinted an eye and pulled his lips into a thin line in thought, though, Sirius didn't think his self imposed bed time would work out.
"We need to get into the Ministry to get ahold of the records of magic cast in muggle areas," The Doctor said after his pause.
So much for Sirius's beauty sleep.
"It would also be good to find out exactly what spells it could be," The Doctor continued. "Someone should also stay here to be around Shakespeare."
"So, you have a plan?" It was Sirius' turn to ask a question.
"I have the start of one," The Doctor replied.
After a bit more talking, mostly on the Doctor's part, the Doctor and Sirius squished onto the tiny bed together and went to sleep.
Harry woke up to the sound of a scream so loud it could wake the dead. He looked over at Martha and saw that she had also been startled awake. The two of them jumped out of bed and ran into the hallway where they met up with Sirius and the Doctor.
The Doctor took off towards the room where Shakespeare was writing earlier that night and the other three followed after him.
Shakespeare's writing room felt completely different than earlier in the night. Earlier it was full of joking and arguing. Now it was quiet. The body of the maid lie unmoving on the floor.
William Shakespeare jolted awake from his awkward sleeping position against his desk. Without his head holding them down the papers on his desk rustled from the slight breeze blowing through the open window.
"What happened?" Shakespeare asked, his voice still hoarse from sleep and his mind still partially in the land of nod.
Harry saw something moving outside the window. He ran over to it to get a better look. Martha followed at his side. The almost familiar sight caused Harry to gasp.
There in the sky, heading away from them, was a witch on a broomstick.
"No way," Martha mumbled.
"Sirius," Harry called over to his godfather. "Whoever it is is on a broom. Should we go after her?"
"No," The Doctor answered before Sirius could. "We still need to go into the wizarding community and judging from what Sirius said, I don't think that they'd be too fond of you riding a broom over London."
Harry thought back to the trouble that he was in the summer before second year. If the ministry was anything now like it was in his time then the Doctor's statement was true.
"Can somebody tell me what's going on?" Shakespeare demanded from where he still sat behind his desk. "What's happened to Dolly Baily?"
"I do know a spell that could do this," Sirius said.
"I don't think it was a spell," The Doctor said. "She just died of fright. Her heart gave out."
"Just died of fright?" Shakespeare said. "Sweet Dolly Baily was braver than all the men that stay here. What could have frightened her so?"
"It doesn't make sense," Harry said. "Most witches and wizards just look like any other human. Even if she was casting a spell when Dolly Baily walked in, it shouldn't have scared her to death."
"I still think it was a spell," Sirius said but everyone else in the room ignored him.
Two deaths in such a short amount of time wasn't common. They had to have had a connecting force and the only thing they had in common other than a witch was...
"The thing that the two deaths tonight have in common is Shakespeare," Martha realized.
"Are you accusing me of witchcraft?"
"No, but the witch certainly has an interest in you," Harry said.
"I suppose that Peter Streete isn't as mad as everyone thought, then," Shakespeare seemed to say out of nowhere.
The four time travelers were unsure what a man named Peter not being mad had to do with anything.
Martha asked the obvious question on everyone's minds. "Who's that?"
"The architect and builder of the Globe," Shakespeare said.
"Oh!" Something must have clicked in the Doctor's head. He ran a hand through his floofy hair, making it stick up in even more directions.
"The Globe!" the Doctor yelled. "We need to go to the Globe!"
"Alright," Shakespeare agreed.
And, though no one but the Doctor knew the exact reason why they were going, off the five of them went.
"This place is iconic!" The Doctor said as he paced around the floor of the theater.
"Can I go on stage?" Sirius wasn't listening to the Doctor. He instead was fully engrossed with the thought of acting.
Shakespeare waved a hand to indicate for him to go on up.
Sirius ran up and jumped on the stage. Harry followed him to the front of the stage.
"Having fun, Sirius?" Harry asked.
"This is great!" Sirius said. "I might not like the name of the architect of this place but he did a great job." Sirius then shouted out, "Hello!"
"Wow," Harry said. "The sound really carries in here."
"That's what Peter said," Shakespeare said as he walked up behind Harry. "He said that fourteen sides would help the sound carry well. Lord Black, you have an excellent stage presence. Have you ever considered acting?"
"I have recently," Sirius said.
"You could be an extra in my show tomorrow night," Shakespeare said. "If you'd like."
"You two can talk about that later," The Doctor said. "Right now, we have two murders to solve. I need to talk to Peter Streete."
"You can but he isn't likely to respond," Shakespeare said and then added after seeing their questioning looks, "He went mad as soon as he finished this place. It started with him hearing voices and then he began speaking nonsense. He's in Bethlam now. He shows no sign of improving."
"Bethlam?" Sirius asked.
"Bethlam Hospital," Shakespeare said. "It's a mental hospital."
Sirius sneered at the word hospital.
"We'll need to split up," The Doctor said. "Sirius, you and Martha need to go and see if you can find any records in your ministry and see if there's any gosip of a rogue witch going about killing people. Harry and I are going with Shakespeare to the hospital."
The group split up but before they did, Shakespeare gave Sirius a copy of the last scene of the script.
"It's a party scene," he explained. "Just give it a read through so that you'll know when to come in."
And so the group split into two.
"Why didn't you have Martha come with you instead?" Harry asked the Doctor as they walked through the city. On the way to the hospital.
"I don't think that she'd like this hospital much," The Doctor said. What he didn't add was that he thought that Harry would be safer coming with him to talk to someone than going into a world a murder could be lurking. He wasn't in the mood to lose another companion that day, especially not one so young.
Once they arrived, Harry could safely say that he didn't like Bethlam hospital. Screams echoed down the corridors, whether they were out of torture or madness, Harry couldn't tell. The whole place smelled musty and it was poorly lit.
"Would my lords care for some entertainment while they're here?" The keeper asked them. "I can whip some of these madmen. They'd put on a show."
"Whip them?" Harry was appalled.
"We do not want any entertainment here," The Doctor said in a voice more harsh than Harry had ever heard him use before.
"I'll just go prepare the patient for you then," The keeper walked off.
"Patient my arse," Harry grumbled. "Prisoner is more accurate. How could this place help anyone?"
"It helped me when I went mad," Shakespeare said. "Scared my wits back into me."
Harry wasn't sure whether it was wise to ask about the reason for Shakespeare's madness, but never one for thinking things through, Harry asked anyway. The answer was devastating.
"I lost my only son," Shakespeare said. "The Black Death took him and I wasn't even there. I started questioning the futility of existence. To be or not to be. Makes me wonder what type of man I am, what type of father I am if I couldn't even be there."
"I understand," The Doctor said.
From the look in his eyes, Harry could see that, yes, the Doctor did understand.
The sad moment was interrupted by the keeper returning to inform them that the patient was ready to be seen and leading them to his cell. The keeper left them there and locked the door as he walked out.
The sight in front of them was as sad as the rest of the hospital. Peter Streete sat huddled in a ball on the filthy ground, breathing through his black teeth and rocking back and forth. It was a sad sight to see anyone in, even a stranger.
"He's still no different," Shakespeare sounded resigned.
"Peter," The Doctor squatted down to speak with him. After getting no response out of him, the Doctor put his fingers to the man's forehead and began talking to him again.
Harry watched in fascination as the Doctor managed to manipulate Peter's mind to before whatever traumatic event fractured it.
Peter told his tale in whispered words. Witches speaking to him, controlling him, manipulating him to do their bidding. He kept repeating the number fourteen. It was the number of the witches. And there location? All Hallows Street.
"How did you do that?" Harry asked. "Can you heal his mind completely? And can you teach me how to do it?"
"I'm afraid that I'm not gifted enough in the psychic field to heal his mind," The Doctor said. "Some time lords could. I've just never been that great at it. And you couldn't learn it. Not like this at least. You'd have to be a time lord to be able to do it."
"Oh," the back of Harry's mind reminded him that there was still the possibility that he, in fact, could learn it. He promptly told that part of his brain to shut up. "Maybe there's a branch of magic like that."
Harry turned back to look at Peter and jumped back in shock. A stereotypical witch stood in the cell with them, her nose long and her hair ratty.
"The architect says too much," The witch said. "But with just a touch of my finger."
"No!" The Doctor tried to stop the witch, but it was too late.
Peter let out a yell as the witch touched his chest and then went silent. He was dead.
"Which of you mortals is next to meat your fate?" The witch asked.
"It is a witch," Shakespeare said as though he couldn't trust his eyes.
Harry reached into his pocket for his wand but grabbed his new sonic screwdriver by accident. Making the best of his mistake he turned around to unlock the cell door but paused in his escape plan as he heard the Doctor volunteer himself to die next.
"Doctor?" Harry was not used to someone else acting like a self sacrificing idiot.
"Can you stop her, Doctor?" Shakespeare asked.
"I could if I could just figure out where she's from," The Doctor began hitting his head and rambling about the number fourteen. "Oh! Fourteen! The fourteen stars in the Rexel Planetary Configuration. Creature, I name you Carrionite!"
The witch screamed in agony and disappeared.
"That was a witch," Shakespeare mumbled.
"Well I guess that Sirius and Martha aren't going to find much then," Harry said.
"An actual witch," Shakespeare said again.
"I'd say that they won't," The Doctor agreed.
While Shakespeare, Harry, and the Doctor visited the mental hospital, Martha and Sirius were having a small adventure of their own.
"So what should I expect?" Martha asked as she and Sirius found their way to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Well," Sirius tried to think of a good way to explain the wizarding world. "It's a lot like everything else in this time. Blood purity is a very big deal. You won't want to mention that you're a muggle."
"That's non magical, right?" Martha asked.
"Right," Sirius said.
The two of them walked through different streets until Sirius came to a stop in front of a building with an old looking exterior.
"Why are we stopping?" Martha asked. "There's nothing here."
Sirius grabbed Martha's hand. She tried to pull away at first but stopped herself as soon as she saw the reason that Sirius had done it. Now, as if it had been there all along, Martha saw a sign reading 'The Leaky Cauldron'.
"Magic?" Martha asked.
"Magic," Sirius confirmed.
They walked inside.
"Two time travelers walk into a pub," Martha said. "It sounds like the start of a bad joke."
Sirius laughed.
The Leaky Cauldron had not changed much over the years, Sirius reflected. If anything it just looked older and more worn in in his time.
"Now what?" Martha asked.
"Now we take a seat and listen for any unusual gossip," Sirius lead Martha to a table. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"I don't see why not," Martha agreed.
Sirius ordered two butter beers and brought them back to the table. He and Martha sat back and listened, making small talk to appear unassuming to the other patrons of the bar. Eventually, Martha brought up the topic that had been troubling her.
"So," she said. "You know about Harry's- uh, condition?"
"His condition?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah," Martha continued. "His heart condition."
"Ah," Sirius said. "Yes. And you do too?"
"Yes," Martha said.
The two sat quietly for a moment.
"You know that the Doctor has the same condition, right?" Martha asked.
"He does?" Sirius responded with a question.
"Yeah," Martha said.
"You don't think that Harry could be, you know, like the Doctor, do you?" Sirius tried to continue to allude to the situation without alerting anyone who may be listening to what it was.
"Maybe," was Martha's unhelpful response.
Sirius didn't know what to say about that.
"I'm going to look over this script," the conversation could not get anymore awkward. "We can talk about that later."
Martha sipped her butter beer while Sirius flipped through the script. Both kept an ear open for the conversations going on around them.
"This is weird," Sirius said as he got to the end of the script.
"I know," Martha agreed. "I see some of these people talking but I don't hear anything."
"No, no," Sirius waved away her concern. "Those are just silencing spells. They're common. I even have one up around us. I mean this last speech in the script."
"Wizards can use silencing spells?" Martha asked. "Then why are we even trying to listen for anything suspicious? Wouldn't they know to cast one of those?"
"Yes, but wizards aren't always the brightest," Sirius said. "They tend to draw attention to themselves whether they mean to or not."
"This is amazing!"
Multiple patrons of the pub turned their attention to the man that had said that.
"It's just like a high level perception filter!" The Doctor swaggered over to Sirius and Martha's table and pulled himself a chair up to it. He sat down in it backwards.
Harry and William Shakespeare followed behind him.
Harry looked around at the patrons of the pub. He hoped that there was no aurors there. Otherwise, he, Sirius, and possibly the Doctor would be locked up while Martha and Shakespeare would be obliviated.
"Alright, you two," The Doctor addressed Sirius and Martha. "I hope you haven't found anything suspicious here because we've already figured out what caused it."
"The only weird thing that I've seen is this last line in the script," Sirius held up the paper with the script on it. "It makes no sense. What were you thinking when you wrote it, Will?"
William Shakespeare, who was up to that point looking around to take in every magical thing he could about the pub, turned and looked at Sirius. He walked over and took the script out of Sirius' hand and read the last line. His eyes squinted in confusion as he did.
"I don't know," Shakespeare said. "I don't even remember writing it."
The Doctor grabbed the script out of Shakespeare's hand and looked it over. Harry read it over his shoulder.
"Of course," The Doctor said. "She was in the room with him when he was writing this. Don't you all see? The most genius writer in the world and,"
"They controlled him," Harry said. "They're using his words and his theater as a beacon for one of their spells."
"Very good, Harry," The Doctor said. "Shakespeare, you have to stop the play."
"I'll barely make it back on time to stop the last scene from here," Shakespeare said.
"Can you apparate with other people?" Martha asked Harry and Sirius.
Sirius smiled seeing where Martha was going with this.
"Side along," Sirius said. "I'll take him. I was going to apparate back to make it in time for my scene anyway."
"Great!" Harry said. "So, while they're stopping the play, what will we be doing?"
"The three of us are going to take a trip to All Hallows Street," The Doctor said. "If we can find it."
"I've got an idea," Harry said. "Sirius, can I borrow a galleon?"
Sirius and Shakespeare left for the Globe leaving Martha the Doctor and Harry in the pub.
Harry walked up to the bar and ordered three bottles of butter beers. While he was there, he casually asked the bartender for directions to All Hallow's Street.
Harry handed the Doctor and Martha a bottle with the instructions that they had to try it. The three of them then left the Leaky Cauldron and headed to confront the Carrionites.
All Hallow's Street:
The house that contained the deadly aliens didn't look out of place on the outside. It looked close to identical to every other house on the street. In fact, Harry, Martha, and the Doctor might not even have found it if it wasn't for a door creaking open on its own accord.
"I think they're expecting us," Harry said.
"Well, that's not very encouraging," Martha said.
The Doctor was silent until they entered the upper room of the house. True to what Harry suspected, the youngest looking witch stood waiting for them.
"I hope you didn't have to wait long for us," The Doctor's sarcasm was obvious.
"Not as long as death has been waiting on you," The Carionite gave a wicked smirk.
"Well, that was ominous," Harry said. He then turned to the Doctor and asked, "Are you going to name her?"
"No," The Doctor said. "Naming them will only work once."
"Name them?" Martha asked.
"Quiet girl," The Carionite said. "This fight is not with you or the boy. I gaze upon this bag of bones and hereby name thee Martha Jones."
Martha would have fallen to the ground if the Doctor had not caught her.
"What did you do?" Harry stepped forward as though he planned to fight the Carrionite.
"I see the flame in you is hotter and so I name thee Harry Potter,"
The Carionite's words seemed to rush through Harry setting all of his hair on end. He fell to his knees, dizzy and gasping for breath. He didn't faint.
"Odd," The Carrionite reflected. "It's as if it's not all there."
While Harry, Martha, and the Doctor faced down a Carionite, Shakespeare and Sirius were at the globe.
Shakespeare held down his lunch after apparating. That was a good thing. Sirius didn't splinch himself while apparating that time. That was also a good thing.
"How do you plan to stop the play?" Sirius asked Shakespeare.
"Easy," Shakespeare said. "I'll just go on stage and tell them to stop. I'm the author. They'll have to listen to me."
Sirius stood in the wing of stage right, watching Shakespeare run out on stage. The plan went downhill as Shakespeare fainted on stage.
"Oh dear," Sirius said.
That was not a good thing.
The Doctor faced down the Carionite. He told her what her plan was and informed her that she wouldn't get away with it.
"Come, Doctor," The witch taunted the Doctor. "Surely a man of such handsome face could not deny a lady her victory."
"I fail to see how you're a lad- Ow!" The Doctor said as the carrionite pulled a piece of hair from his head. "What's that for?"
"It's for a spell," Harry said from his spot on the floor.
"The boy is right," The carrionite wound the hair around a doll. She took a pin and stabbed the doll in it's chest.
"Ahh!" The Doctor fell to the ground clutching his chest.
Seeing her job as being done, the witch left the building.
"Doctor!" Harry and Martha both yelled.
"Oh, it's a good thing that she only stabbed that doll on the left side," Harry said.
"What? Oh!" Martha understood what Harry meant.
"Doesn't make it hurt any less when a heart goes out," The Doctor said in pain. "How do you people cope with just one?"
"Sit up straight," Harry instructed the Doctor.
"You've got to hit me on the-"
Before the Doctor could finish his instructions Harry had already thumbed him on the chest and back.
"Oh," The Doctor said in relief. "You're good at that." He jumped up. "Come on!"
Sirius stood offstage right in full costume. It was time for improv.
"My lords," Sirius walked onstage with an air of importance. "An urgent message has arrived from a neighboring kingdom."
The actors gave a brief pause but recovered quickly to respond to Sirius's words.
"One of good tidings and well wishes, I'm sure," one actor said.
The banter only went on for a few seconds before Sirius was hauled offstage and thrown outside with barely any in the audience being the wiser.
The play continued despite the interruption.
The other three time travelers found William Shakespeare nursing a head injury in a haystack.
"What happened to stopping the play?" The Doctor asked him.
"Your actors have no respect for true talent," Sirius limped up to them. "I couldn't stop it either."
What sounded like a rushing wind kicked up from inside the theater. The five outside could hear cackling within it.
"It's too late," Martha said.
"Not if I can help it," The Doctor ran towards the stage. "Come on!"
Harry ran onstage with the Doctor. The sight that greeted him wasn't pretty. A red funnel filled the room. Black hags flew through it, joyous in the chaos it caused.
"We need another set of words to shut it down," The Doctor said to Shakespeare over the noise.
"I have nothing prepared!" Shakespeare said.
The Doctor encouraged Shakespeare to overcome his ill timed writer's block.
William Shakespeare began to make a spell up on the spot. Harry assumed that it was working due to the worried looks on the Carrionites' faces.
After saying the location of the Carrionite's world, Shakespeare paused, looking for a word that rhymes with cuss.
"Expeliarmus!" Harry said the first spell that always came to his mind.
"Expeliarmus!" Shakespeare finished strong.
The funnel reversed direction, sucking the flying Carrionites back into it. The change in direction also cause the stage door to be thrown open. Almost every copy of Love's Labour's Won came flying out were sucked up into the portal. The portal closed with one last whoosh and plunged the theater into an uncomfortable silence.
The audience stared at the stage for a few seconds before one person began clapping. Then another. Soon, the entire audience was on their feet in applause.
Harry saw the Doctor leave the stage in the excitement. Sirius and Martha, who had come onstage just after Harry and the Doctor had, stepped forward with Shakespeare, Harry, and the two lead actors to take a bow.
That night the four time travellers returned to the Elephant Inn where the Doctor booked a third room. To say that Martha and Sirius slept well that night is an understatement. They almost didn't want to get up the next morning, but the news that they were going back to the globe before leaving roused them from their beds.
With everyone out of bed, they made their way to the globe for the last time before leaving.
"Look at this!" The Doctor pulled out a large skull from a storage bin.
He and Harry were engaging in every theater kid's favorite past time, rooting through the costume and prop storage for fun things.
Harry put on a crown from the crate of hats he found.
"Do you think that gold's my color?" Harry asked.
"It compliments your eyes well," The Doctor said.
Harry returned the crown to where it was originally stored and the two went out on stage to talk with Shakespeare before they left the time.
The Doctor handed Shakespeare a ruffled collar and instructed him to wear it until his head felt better.
"Sir!" One of the actors ran in, interrupting the conversation. "She's here!"
"Who's here?" Sirius asked.
"The queen!"
What should have been an exciting moment turned into once again running for their lives as queen Elizabeth's guards chased them through the streets.
At last, they were safely back in the TARDIS ready for whatever came next.
Author's Note: Just got done revising and rewriting parts of this chapter. There are still some parts that could use a full rewrite, but I think that this is definitely better than what I had before.
Please review!
-Aniala (catz4444)
(Originally published January of 2019. Revised 7-11-19)