Chapter 81
Harry stalked through the corridors of the facility.
It was a small house in a nondescript area just outside of Goblin's Copse.
It was one of the secret sort of facilities, not a safe house, somewhere like it, that spies went to recover.
Owen was waiting for him.
"How is she?" Harry asked.
"See your yourself Harry," Owen said with an unreadable expression and showed him into the room.
"Potter," Ros Myers was alive and sitting up in bed drinking from a goblet some form of potion. "You've arrived to witness my recovery I see."
-/
Ros Myers had used the magical shirt to protect herself, it was a situation involving a terrorist and a bomb.
She had attempted to save herself and the Home Secretary the latter of whom had been affected by some sort of nerve agent.
The magical material that the shirt he'd given her had never been designed to protect against something like a bomb, and building falling on top of someone.
Nor had it meant to be stretched over two people.
The Home Secretary had died at the scene.
Ros Myers however had been entirely different.
Most of her extremities and some other parts had been crushed, had she been in the care of any muggle doctor it was very likely she would be dead. That much Harry was sure about, especially given what Owen had told him when he'd arrived back from dealing with the US Navy.
Harry Pearce wanted him to be present when Owen explained exactly what happened to Ros.
-/
"Now I just have to wait for Harry, my Harry," Ros said looking at Harry for an explanation.
"That's what he asked," Harry Potter said. "Owen I am sure has explained how it was never designed for this sort of treatment."
"My magical t-shirt," Ros mused in a cynical tone. "No. Pearce has said that according to the service I'm dead," Ros paused. "No one could have survived that."
"Potter, I see you've arrived," said a voice, the man in charge of Section D stepped into the room.
"Now you can explain Owen, how Ros survived, and what it means," Harry said, he was still somewhat surprised that Owen had reached this conclusion.
It wasn't impossible, but he had been surprised that Owen had found the data he'd given him so interesting.
Although, Draco had told him that Owen was an intriguing wizard with ideas and experiences outside that of a normal healer. Not that Owen was a healer, though Draco had said that with some amusement, Owen had said with some seriousness.
"After regrowing your bones and removing the magical fabric from your skin I had to do a great many tests as to how Ros survived," Owen paused. "She shouldn't have done."
"Hurray," Ros said in a deadpan tone.
"Harry had recently provided me with research that UNIT and other organisations have performed into psychic and other abilities present in the muggle population," Owen explained.
"Owen thinks I'm one of those," Ros provided.
"Is this just a debrief for Pearce?" Harry asked to the room.
"As you three men are the only ones with knowledge of my condition, I wanted you here," Ros said. "In case of what may follow."
"Ominous," Harry mused.
"You think everyone in the population is magical?" Pearce asked. "What complicated proposition," Pearce's tone suggested more of a headache than anything solely ponderous.
Harry shook his head as Owen responded. "That is not what Potter's data suggests."
"My data is far from complete," Harry hastily added. "It was something for you to have a bit of a read of. It's one of my many 'things to look into'," Harry continued. In part spurred by some of the ghosts of memories from that darkened year whose memories still haunted him. He doubted he'd never get as many people looking into the magical abilities and related as had happened then; pushed by circumstance and what not.
"Ros, like a percentage of the human race must carry some latent abilities which Harry's data suggests," Owen looked to Harry. "I have yet to pursue this."
Pearce looked at Ros. "The Butler Institute."
Owen gave him a look.
Harry shrugged.
"Something for another time Potter," Pearce said by way of an explanation.
"Will I survive this?" Ros asked finally after some moment's silence.
Owen nodded. "Your treatment will necessitate several potions and other items." He looked to Harry. "Some of questionable and others of expensive origins."
"The British government will cover any expenses," Pearce said immediately.
"You probably won't say that when you look at the bill," Harry muttered with a smirk.
Owen picked up a cane from the side of the room. "You'll need to use this during your recovery. I've imbued it with some magical elements to ease some of the..." He trailed off. "Unforeseen results."
"Which means I won't be returning to work," Ros commented wryly from her bed.
"Not with the service," Pearce said in a dull tone. "No Ros. You're officially killed in action," Pearce paused, adding what sounded like a heartfelt "I'm sorry."
"I'll survive. I have," she smirked. "Scars and all." She pushed back the sheets.
"Fewer than I have," Harry commented, trying to cheer her up. There were a lot, on her legs, but they should heal in time, scars from regrown limbs did. It was spell, potion and torture that left more marks.
-/
"She'll need to continue to rest," Owen said once they were outside of the room, Ros having drifted off to a restless sleep.
"Will she be alright?" Pearce asked looking between Harry and Owen.
"She won't sleep fitfully for sometime. The treatments I'll be giving her are not...pleasant. She's also likely to continue to relive the bombing for some time yet," Owen explained calmly.
"There will likely be side affects..." Harry trailed off as he tried to recall the findings from UNIT's Paranormal Division and those that continued the research. It all mixed in a bit with that darkened other universe and his memories of his other self. "This hasn't ever happened before," Harry said finally after too long a time had gone with him in thought.
"That we know of." Owen added. "There are rules about using magic, healing magic on muggles."
"You don't care much for rules Potter," Pearce observed.
"Not when it relates to people I care about, no," Harry said looking back at the house.
"And the future?" Pearce asked. "She's my agent."
Harry looked to Pearce. "She's also according to you dead. Officially."
"I shall return to Ros," Owen said, seemingly sensing Harry and Pearce's discussion.
"Your man is very capable," Pearce said as they took a seat opposite one another on some garden furniture outside.
"There is still a lot that could go wrong Pearce," Harry said seriously. Owen had given him the 'summary parchment' of what he'd used. By rights the amount of magic, potions and 'other' that Owen had used should have resulted in Ros being dead. Overdosing or whatever the potions equivalent was.
But Owen had made sure that didn't happen.
It was all very probably quite illegal in the eyes of the Ministry.
The rules were mostly vague, but it stated that you couldn't using healing magic on a muggle, unless they were related, by blood. It was some sort of magical relationship, extended backwards, even if they're muggles.
Hermione had explained it to him once some time ago when they were at Hogwarts.
But even she said it was still a case of the rules bending, rather than them allowing for it to be used or not or any ruling outside the 'no healing magic on muggles'.
Owen wasn't a healer. Not in the eyes of the Ministry, not even really in his eyes.
"And after that?" Pearce asked.
"I have an idea or two," Harry pondered.
-/ - \\-
He'd been asked to come by Gwen, her husband Rhys was there too. He'd met the man a few times while sorting out stuff in Cardiff for the brand new Torchwood.
"I hear ya've been setting up things in my absence," Jack called as they approached. Up on some hill outside Cardiff.
"We all have responsibilities to this planet." Harry looked around the windswept hill they were stood on.
"You look good Gwen," Jack commented with a smile.
"I look huge," she countered with meeting his smile with a warm one.
"Keeping everyone safe, gotta look after herself," Rhys said pulling her into a hug.
"You okay Jack?" Gwen asked.
"Yeah, I travelled the world, all sorts of places," he looked between them. "This planet is too small. The whole world is like a graveyard."
"Come back with us," Gwen offered.
"Haven't travelled far enough. Gotta shake the off my shoes." He looked from Gwen to Harry. "You understand."
"I've found this planet still surprises me. But you've gotta go where you want to go Jack," Harry replied.
Jack looked up at the sky. "Right now there's a cold fusion freighter on the edge of the solar system, surfing the ion reels. It's just waiting for a signal."
Gwen pulled Jack's vortex manipulator from her pocket. "Harry and his associates pulled this from the rubble. Indestructible," she smiled. "Like its owner. I put a new strap on it for you."
"Cost me fifty quid that," Rhys gestured.
"Bill me," Jack grinned as he strapped it to his wrist.
Harry had soniced it, but couldn't get too much of a response, he'd not quite been game enough to strap it to his wrist, although he suspected that was the only way to get it to register.
"Will you ever come back Jack?" Gwen asked.
"What for?" He looked at them, Harry only now could see the anguish in his expression.
"Me. Us. It wasn't your fault," Gwen tried, tears in her voice.
"I think it was," Jack said. "Steven and Ianto and Owen and Tosh and Suzie and all of them, because of me."
"You saved us. Didn't you?" Gwen asked.
"I started to like it." Jack looked between them. "Saving people, saving everyone. Look what I became. Still, I have lived many lives. It's time to find another," he paused. "That's what he likes to do isn't it Harry?" He winked at him and hit a button on the strap.
"You can't just run away Jack!" Gwen shouted.
"Watch me," Jack said as he transmatted away.
There was a moment's silence before Harry spoke. "Come on, let's get you two home. It's freezing up here."
"Yeah," Gwen said looking at the patch of grass. "Now we move forward."
"Yep. Not too quickly in your condition," Harry said with a grin as she punched him.
"I'm not so big I can't deal with you Harry Potter," she said grumpily.
Harry laughed.
"You should listen to him Gwen, he at least knows sense," Rhys said as they trudged back down the hill.
"Don't you start. Martha's already told me I have to be on limited duties," Gwen grumbled.
"Mickey and Martha are capable. Mickey's launched missiles at Downing Street and Martha's been around the universe," Harry paused. "And Mickey's been to another universe," he added. "They can watch the rift while you have your baby," Harry said.
Rhys looked at him oddly. "What?"
Harry mock whispered to Gwen. "I thought your hubby knows about all this."
"I bloody well do know, don't understand it all mind," he interjected.
-/ - \\-
"Pearce said he moved your personal belongings here," Harry said. He'd driven Owen and Ros to this, a new off the books house, yet paid for by the security services. Just in case apparating had any affects, especially as she was still healing.
Owen was in the kitchen pulling pre-prepared potions out of his own expanding bags and setting them up in the cupboard, a handful had to go in the fridge, while some others went into jars to be made as a tea or something.
"And what now Potter?" She was standing, albeit leaning against the door frame. The special cane that Owen had given her had been replaced with what Harry assumed was a normal one. But it was by the door, Ros was trying to stand on her own in this house and give him a hard look. "Is this what happens?"
"Happens?" Harry repeated.
"My mood if not my health isn't going to improve if you're going to be bloody mysterious with me Potter," Ros countered. "Pearce said you had an idea."
Harry nodded. "I want you to work for me Ros."
"You?" She appraised him coolly. "For your League?" She gave him a querying look.
"Yes. The League of Paranormal Investigations," Harry said the name fully out loud. "I've..." He sighed. "I have been working with the security services, both Five and Six for a while off an on." He looked at Ros. "When you were injured I was working with NCIS on something."
"The US Navy?" She smirked at him. "You are moving sideways in the world. Why didn't they call in UNIT?"
"A magical connection thrust me in. Plus during the recent invasion we worked with the navy," Harry explained. "The British Navy," he added to clarify.
"So what? You want me to work between them?" Ros asked.
Harry shook his head. "Not just them. Torchwood."
"If reports are to be believed Potter you resurrected Torchwood in Cardiff." Ros looked at him. "You want to keep an eye on your project?"
"Merlin, no." Harry shook his head. "I have enough things to worry about as it is. Torchwood is Gwen's thing, or Martha's while Gwen's having a baby." Harry looked at her. "But there are things that Torchwood has its fingers in, things that Jack Harkness was involved in. The Three Families," he said wondering if Ros knew anything about that. He'd mostly left Pearce and Mansfield and whoever else in the security services to deal with that.
"You want someone who knows the security services to spy on them?" Ros asked arching an eyebrow.
"To lend your support," Harry paused. "But you'll be under LPI's employ."
Ros chuckled. "You don't trust Torchwood, even though you put them in place."
Harry considered her question. "Gwen worked under Jack Harkness. Martha Jones travelled with the Doctor and then worked with UNIT, Mickey Smith spent time in a parallel universe," he paused. "Before that I wouldn't have trusted Smith but Pearce and I had met him and he was an asset that Pearce was using to keep tabs on the Doctor and other alien activity," Harry paused again. "I trust they'll work to their own experiences."
"And agendas," Ros added shrewdly.
"Torchwood will always have an agenda," Harry paused. "I've been learning that about the security services along with the government," Harry finished.
Ros looked at him. "You'll need to brief me on this world I'm hobbling into Potter," she said.
"Are you done?" Owen poked his head into the room.
"Just about," Harry said as he pulled out a magic bag from a pocket and from it a large folder. "This is the basics, what Pearce wouldn't have told you."
Ros looked at the stack of papers now on one table. "I assume there's much more."
Harry nodded. "I'll leave Owen to brief you on the potions you'll need to consume." Harry gave Owen a quizzical look, he just nodded.
"I'll be fine to apparate," he said.
-/ - \\-
Harry turned the invitation over in his hands.
"What about your mysterious boyfriend, why not take him?" Harry asked as he read the invitation again.
It was a wedding invitation to the buffet portion of the marital union of Mr Jason Kane and Professor Bernice Summerfield.
The latter of whom he'd not really thought about since the battle of Hogwarts, and mostly knew about from Hermione and from Ian, when he'd met Professor Summerfield on Hyspero. Which was probably a future version of Bernice Summerfield relative to the Bernice Summerfield that Hermione had met.
"You understand more of this world Harry," Hermione said. "I also don't want to take someone I've just started seeing to a wedding," Hermione admitted.
"And how is Ross?" Harry asked with a smirk.
Hermione gave him a look.
"You apparated him away from my party Hermione," Harry paused. "We haven't talked. He's not mentioned you."
Hermione crossed her arms. "I should think not Harry. Supposedly he'll be helping with perimeter security."
"Well, have you RSVPed?" Harry asked.
"So you'll go with me?" Hermione asked.
"Of course. I wouldn't miss it." Harry raised an eyebrow at her. "If Benny is splitting up the vows from the reception, how many people will be there?"
Hermione gave him an odd look. "You're the one who knows time travellers Harry, how many people do you think would turn up for you?"
Harry pondered the question for a moment. "At least 12."
-/ - \\-
Cheldon Boniface was, Harry thought a nice English village.
Full of aliens, and surrounded (discreetly) by UNIT soldiers on the outskirts. There was also a Police Box.
People were slowly making their way from the church into the church hall.
"I presume you did some research about this village," he said as he found a place to park, next to what looked like a green Bentley, one of the adapted electric ones that had been drifting out into the market here and there, it was all very experimental, and from what he'd read might have been some Torchwood or UNIT technology from the 1980s, or was it 1970s? Harry had never paid too closer attention. There was something better about pure dinosaur juice-powered cars in his opinion.
"I presume you also did Harry," Hermione countered as they got out, each of them picking up a gift for Bernice and Jason out of the boot of the Jag.
"Nice English village in Norfolk." Harry looked around. "A nice pub and an odd church." He surmised and looked to Hermione who was nodding.
"Some odd things about this church," she said looking up at it as they walked towards the hall.
A noise made her stop walking.
"I wouldn't worry, it's just the noise of a transmat," Harry said casually.
"After everything, it still surprises me you're that casual Harry," Hermione commented.
"I think, Hermione we're going to have to be very casual today," Harry said as they opened the doors.
"What in Merlin's name?" Hermione exclaimed as the crowd revealed themselves to them as they stepped through the doors.
Harry was somewhat surprised. "Bernice and Jason do seem to know a lot of people."
"And aliens," Hermione added.
"They're people too," Harry said. "My best friends are aliens."
-/
Harry had lost Hermione, the last he'd seen of her she was talking to Leonardo da Vinci.
"Doris and..." Harry trailed off, something caught in his throat as he laid his eyes on the man before him in full military dress uniform.
"Regenerated Harry, now I know what it feels like for the Doctor," General Lethbridge-Stewart said to him.
Harry was agape, the last thing he'd heard from Doris was that Alistair had taken a turn for the worse, something about Peru. Why UNIT had asked him to look into it he didn't understand. He knew whatever was in Peru it was so highly classified he'd probably have Broadsword on his back again if he tried to look into it.
"How?" Doris asked his question for him, seemingly still shocked. "Something called the Fortean Flicker according to your friend the Doctor."
"Magic," Alistair beamed.
"Not my magic." Harry shook his head. "This is..." He was lost for words. The Brigadier had been returned to his youth, as he was when Harry had first met him in the 1970s.
"Harry!" Harry turned. It was Hermione calling out, she'd either found the bar or Bernice Summerfield. "Sorry, must dash."
-/
Turns out it was both.
"...you really inspired me." Harry caught the end of what Hermione was saying to Bernice Summerfield.
"Indeed," Harry said. "Hermione's said more than once how you sparked the imagination in her."
"And you're the man who the Doctor talks about, his friend of magic," Bernice Summerfield appraised him. "Different. Much more aware, you're harbouring a lot less..." She shook her head. "I mustn't analyse my guests," she said to herself.
Harry smiled and pulled out his gift to her. "I'm having a blast, I didn't think I'd get to chat to a native Martian, especially with the benefits of telepathic circuits." Harry said, "A small gift." He said as Bernice took it unveiling a small bag made of silk. Very special silk.
"Uh..." Bernice started. "It's a bag?"
"A magical expanding bag, put anything in it, it'll take it. Like a TARDIS, then stuff it in a pocket," Harry explained.
"Here." Hermione handed her a weighty tome, wrapped up in white paper.
Bernice handed him the bag. "Golly, what is this?"
"A complete updated History of Hogwarts with an expanded introduction of the wizarding world. You were very interested the first time we met Benny," Hermione explained.
Harry opened up the bag in front of her. "Slip the book in."
Bernice gave him a look. "You'd better hold on." She hefted the huge book and dropped it in. Gaping slightly as the large book slipped into the small bag.
Harry pulled the string and the bag. "Now stuff it into your pocket."
Bernice carefully took the bag. "Even after travelling with him." She jabbed a thumb backwards. "I'm still crucking amazed."
-/
Harry had somehow found himself to the outer edge of the church hall. The walls seemed to be behaving more like an abstract version of a wall rather than a physical reality. It was then, as he was pondering the walls that he noticed there was a woman, also watching the large crowd as he was.
"Ace?" Harry asked carefully. The woman whom he'd met once turned around and appraised him.
"Harry Potter?" She looked at him hard. "You've changed."
"So have you," he observed.
"I go by Dorothée now," she said.
"Time's passed for both of us," he observed. "I still go by Harry." He with a smile.
"You've been through a lot," she wore a hard to read expression, somewhat understanding Harry fancied.
Harry looked to her. "You have too, since we first met." Harry spared a look out across the crowd. "Not just rambling around with the Doctor?"
Ace, no Dorothée shook her head a laughed. "No Harry, not just with him. And you?"
"Not just with him, not much at all. But still travelled," he said. "I wasn't sure I'd ever travel with the Doctor," he admitted.
"What changed?" She asked.
"Rescued a friend on another planet, needed a lift," Harry said, not mentioning the crashed spaceships, fight with the Cybermen and the Daleks.
Ace gave him a look. "There's lot you're skipping over."
"Oh look. The cake's arrived," Harry said brightly.
"You're just like him, Harry Potter," Dorothée called.
Harry mocked-tipped an imaginary hat.
-/
Hermione watched as Harry appeared to dance a frenzied dance with all manner of being, including the bride.
"How are you aware of Professor Summerfield?" Hissed something, no, Hermione mentally corrected herself. Someone who sidled up beside her.
Turning to look she noticed the being had scales and was watching the dancing curiously.
"You're not tempted to join them...?" The being asked.
"Rhukk," he provided.
"Hermione Granger," she said in greeting unsure if she should offer the being her hand to shake, it seemed he only had a claw. "I prefer to leave my friend to do the dancing for now."
"Your friend is pair bonded?" He asked.
Hermione shook her head. "He's got his own and I..." She stopped. "I met Benny in a battle," she explained. "But it was in talking to her that inspired me."
"Yes. Bernice Summerfield is intriguing," he hissed, or gasped, Hermione wasn't sure.
"Are you alright?" She asked.
"You are not aware of my species Hermione Granger?" He asked.
"Harry's the expert on aliens, I focus more on history than invasions," she explained.
-/
Harry chanced a look away from where he was dancing with a being who looked like a giant hamster and saw Hermione was chatting to a native Martian.
Then a being that looked like a penis in a cape joined the dance floor.
"That's it, sorry Kerri, need to get a drink," he said to the giant hamster.
"Just one more dance Harry." She nuzzled into his side.
"Uh..." Harry started as the music changed tempo and he broke away to the drinks table.
Harry looked at the drink he'd been sipping. He'd just had a conversation with someone who was Sherlock Holmes, who'd been dragged off by the penis in the cloak to dance.
"What's the matter?" Asked a familiar voice.
"I'm wondering if I've dropped acid Benton," Harry said and looked up, realising he'd answered the man's question without thinking. "John?"
"You've not aged Harry," he pulled him into a hug.
"You have. I'm sorry." Harry blurted out. "I went looking, they said you were off on some secret mission, and then selling cars." Harry gave him a quizzical look.
"Cover," Benton winked. "You're like the Doctor, off doing secretive things so the Brig says," Benton said.
Harry nodded. "Can you see the penis in the cloak?" Harry asked in a conspiratorial tone that wasn't particularly hushed.
Benton laughed loudly. "That's what Sarah said about it. Supposedly it's an ambassador from Alpha Centuri."
"Of course it is," Harry said. At least he wasn't dropping acid. It had been bad enough the last time.
"Saw your partner chatting up the Ice Warriors," Benton said gesturing with his glass across the room.
"Native Martian," Harry corrected idly. "Hermione's not my partner. She's seeing a UNIT chap," Harry said to Benton's raised eyebrows.
"What?" Benton looked at him.
Harry looked at him. "Supposedly it's like Silurians should be called Psionosauropodomorpha or Homo reptilia. So the Doctor says."
Benton laughed and drained his glass. "Which one?"
Harry sipped his own drink. "That John is a very good question, I've known a few," Harry paused looking across the room. "Maybe I should go and find out."
-/
"Hello Doctor," Harry greeted. "Seems our roles are reversed." Harry looked to the man in the pale suit.
"Harry," the Doctor said as Harry pulled the Time Lord into a surprised hug.
"Long time Doctor," Harry said releasing the Time Lord.
"Many travels, many battles fought," he mused looking up at the sky.
Harry had followed him outside the church hall, somehow managing to find the door despite the larger within than without space.
"Many more in the future," Harry reflected.
"More knowledge of what's to come Harry?" The Doctor asked him curiously.
"You're in my present now Doctor," Harry challenged the Time Lord. "I'm not wandering around in yours and my past."
"Perhaps," the Doctor pondered, slowly gazing up at the sky again. "I am a time traveller Harry, all times are past for me."
"And do you still know what's to happen Doctor?" Harry paused. "Even though I know your future, Lord of Time?" Harry intoned playfully drawing a curious look from the man before him.
"You seem to know more than me Harry, I wonder what's happened since we last encountered one another to shape things?" He pondered.
Harry wondered if he could save the Doctor's life. He knew when, where and how this man, this incarnation of the Doctor died, 1999, San Francisco, shot in an alleyway and then had surgery by Doctor Grace Holloway. The whole ITAR incident had been investigated by UNIT US by General Adrienne Kramer, he'd done some reading into it. He'd always been, some might say morbidly curious about the Doctor's regenerations. Only a few happened on Earth; witnessed by his companions. Alistair had seen one, the Doctor renewing from the man he'd known in the 1970s to the man who'd travelled with Romana and the not uptight K9.
"Harry?" The Doctor wondered.
"Caught musing on my thoughts, memories Doctor," Harry said shaking his head.
"A lifetime's worth to be caught in," the Doctor agreed, musing to himself.
"For now let's just enjoy the party Doctor, we can spend all night worrying of the future," Harry said taking the Doctor by the arm. "Let's go dancing instead."
"There's always tomorrow," the Doctor said allowing himself to be led back into the hall.
-/ - \\-
The following morning, the early 'tomorrow' he and the Doctor had mused on the previous night, Harry crept out of the Time in a Bottle. The only pub in Cheldon Bonniface, they had somehow found room for them.
Or maybe the Doctor had foreseen that Hermione would bring him, or maybe Bernice paid great attention to the RSVPs.
Hermione was sleeping off a rotter of a hangover.
Harry meanwhile wanted to go for a wander and a snoop around the village.
He'd retrieved his underused invisibility cloak and headed off in no direction in particular around the village. He'd barely made it across the village green when a TARDIS materialised.
Harry smiled to himself and was surprised as the TARDIS made its way into reality that it wasn't the Doctor's or the Master's. It was a sort of helter skelter sort of building. Harry moved around to where it seemed like a door was opening.
A group of people, Chancellery Guards, Harry assumed marched out. He'd only read and heard them described, but here they were.
On Earth, not even 6 months since he'd seen Gallifrey looming over Earth, dangerous and pot marked.
He wondered if this was the prelude to something portentous. But then a figure strolled out.
Someone he had met before.
"Romana," Harry whispered to himself as he followed her as she met the Doctor and they went up to the church.
They'd dug around in the churchyard and retrieved something so Romana called 'The Loom of Rassilon's Mouse'.
Then the Doctor followed Romana back to her TARDIS.
"You have not heard the last of me!" The Master shouted as he'd been pushed into the TARDIS.
No Harry thought, trying not to think of what would happen, had happened... Or perhaps what he could do now.
Only watch. He decided.
Once the area was once again silent the Doctor said to the air; "Did you find that interesting Harry?"
Harry pulled off the cloak. "I find everything interesting, but the President of the High Council of Time Lords visiting Earth especially so." Harry looked at the Doctor. "Especially that Romana is President. Last you spoke of it Flavia was in charge," Harry offered. "After that business in the Death Zone."
The Doctor gazed at him appreciatively. "You know far too much Harry about the politicking of the Time Lords."
Harry beamed at him. "It keeps me busy. I can't just learn alien languages," Harry continued. "Some of us don't have the benefit of telepathic circuits to help us through."
The Doctor gazed at him curiously. "And what languages have you been learning Harry?"
Harry tapped his nose and smiled. "That would be telling."
-/
Harry watched from afar as the UNIT vans had arrived to take away the catering equipment, Hermione was off looking for Ross and he, he was stood in front of the church.
He couldn't say he'd had a religious experience inside. But it had certainly been a revelation.
"We haven't been introduced I think. Reverend Annie Trelaw," said the reverend, she'd managed to approach him quietly while he'd been in contemplation of the building.
"Harry Potter," he took her hand. "I've just met Saul."
She laughed at his somewhat awe filled tone and gestured with a hand towards a path that lead around the church.
They took to the path exchanging pleasantries. She didn't enquire what he had spoken to the church about. Even though it hadn't been much, Saul had told him some jokes, most of which had made him laugh.
"I'm still awed, to be surprised by something...something like this on…" Harry looked up at the church tower shading his eyes against the sun.
"Earth?" Reverand Trelaw asked.
Harry nodded. "Yes."
-/ - \\-
A/N:
Minor edit June 2021.
I knew, back when I first had Hermione meet Bernice Summerfield that Hermione would attend the wedding of Bernice and Jason Kane.
I hadn't realised then and didn't until now how hard it is to make it interesting and to fit between all the other references and scenes that are in Happy Endings (a New Adventures novel). I've tried to include a few notable characters and scenes from it.
I want to also firmly state that Ros isn't a witch, she's somewhere on the psychic spectrum however.
