Chapter 88

The clean up of the sea fort incident had taken forever. Or it had seemed like it at least.

The better part of two weeks they'd spent there just to get all the alien technology out of the sea fort, not including the dimension viewing bridge. A lot of that time was spent fobbing off the Ministry of Magic who somehow had found out the danger had been nullified quite quickly after the Doctor had departed.

It took another two weeks to finish the clean up enough to leave the Ministry to its own devices.

They had 'authorised' Hermione's Archaeology Response Team first, along with Æthelflæd Fenwick and her aurors. Hermione had mentioned in passing that it may actually become a Research Team in part because the more she dug into the Ministry the more odd things like this seemed to come out of the woodwork. She'd been none too pleased when he'd suggested it was because people kept mixing up the name of the team.

Harry had elected to owl in Æthelflæd Fenwick and those she controlled because of how the Ministry found out, and the question marks around where the vanishing cabinet ironically vanished to. He'd thought it had been damaged or destroyed in Ioan's detonation.

He was annoyed that it wasn't the first thing he's sought out after the explosion and the Doctor had departed, but when he'd got around to it, only the ramp up was left.

Hermione hadn't taken too much issue with them having 'got in early' and stripped out the purely alien technology. LPI having removed everything that was decaying, rotting and even the vaguely up to date technology, all of it had been bagged up and was now securely stored in one of his underground storage bunkers for the inevitable time that they had to catalogue and decide what to do with it all.

The exception had been the dimension viewing bridge, something which Hermione had been as interested as Ioan had been. It being an example of wizarding technology, a significant 'modern archaeological find' according to Hermione. Evidence of muggles and the magical community working together, not for the first time, though it was one of the more significant finds in recent history.

It also fell perfectly into LPI's remit.

In the end, as the arguments escalated between himself and Hermione he'd pulled rank. LPI still had more power with regard to this in the Ministry. Harry hated that he had to do this, because he agreed with Hermione in principal, but in practice LPI had more experience with alien technology and its interface and encounters with the magical world.

He had agreed that she could do her own research on what remained when she'd arrived.

She'd also made him promise that she could do her own research on the bits he'd already taken away, and would take away when she was done.

"I want to do a full recreation, air crash style Harry so we can piece back together what parts went where. This is a very significant find Harry...and you, you blew it up!"

He wasn't going to destroy any more of it, his goal was just to disable it, to deal with the threat it posed.

Destroying the cooling mechanisms had vaporised and melted the control interface and most of the 'intersecting spires' (Hermione's words).

Hermione had suggested that they might even be able to recreate what had been here.

This he wasn't so sure about, his own experiences with alternate universes continued to leave impressions on his life and psychology.

But there was enough of what was left to take samples, to cast spells on, Hermione, he'd heard muttering the Peregrine saying that 'it provides us some pathways of investigation'. She'd stopped talking when he'd tried to listen in more. Harry fancied he could eavesdrop more on their conversations using other clandestine methods but he doubted Hermione would make the mistake again of having conversations like that around where he could listen in.

In some ways he hated this, the departmental wrangling that they had to do, because they each held a different specialty regarding the intersection between magic, technology and aliens.

He did wonder what it would've been like if Hermione was part of LPI maybe with Ron as well? But he dismissed that idea, that ship had sailed and they were all on different paths. Ron still lamented the fact that when they were in Hogwarts they'd both wanted to be Aurors. Now only Ron was left in that role. Harry tried not to ponder on this too much, and wondered if the fort had been imbued with some level of ponderous dimensional energy.

Regarding who now actually controlled the fort he'd raised with both Hermione and Æthelflæd Fenwick as LPI were packing up after checking through the sea fort for the fifth time. Both claimed it for the Ministry of Magic, although Hermione wavered when Harry asked what of the muggles? Surely if the Ministry had known of the danger passing so soon, then the muggles would also know something was up? That they should be informed, considering this was no longer a 'problematic' location.

Hermione had cautioned against it, especially with some of the lingering affects still being present.

Harry hadn't conceded this point, but hadn't pressed the matter. It was going to be up to a variety of diplomatic wrangling outside of his purview, probably at a ministerial level.

Harry didn't care for that level of wrangling, but in keeping with the closer working relationship with the British security services he did provide a brief report for them, just to keep them informed.

While none of the technology was modern by any extent, he would be collating collecting any identifying pieces of the technology so they might use this as the start of research.

From that there might be some records to follow, even during the secretive war and post-war they had to source stuff from somewhere and that might lead them in a direction.

He fancied the security services would only want to know once LPI had done all the hard legwork. Then they might be able to properly wrap up what went on in the sea fort.

Now that it was free of any alien tech it also might not be seen as much of a navigational hazard as it had once been, again something that would have to be looked into by whatever organisation dealt with that sort of thing. No doubt the Ministry of Magic would be involved.

After their month long sabbatical off though mostly on that sea fort, Harry thought that he might be able to relax a little bit, maybe catch up with Tegan, properly, not via a vidlink, there was the Xecotcovach X-2 that needed more flight testing, even if it wasn't exactly the most economical thing he'd put money into.

But alas, it seemed it wasn't to be.

-/ - \\-

Wales was as ever refreshing in its own way, bracing, though sunny was not what the interior of the morgue was. But there was a window on the way in that suggested what the outside was, albeit a dirty one.

Ros and Owen were waiting for him.

"Hello to you two, so, what is it we have here?" Harry asked, already knowing what they had for him was a dead body.

An autopsy had been performed on the body and been stitched back together. "He was a wizard," Harry observed.

"How'd you know? Aside from the fact we called you Potter," Ros commented in a deadpan tone.

Harry smiled at Ros and gestured. "Wand fingers, using a second hand wand. Ron used to complain about how holding his hand-me-down wand gave him a cramp in his hand."

Owen leaned around Harry to look at the dead man's hands. "I never noticed that," he commented with some surprise and then looked back to Harry and Ros "I had other tests to perform."

"Aside from the full CSI experience is there a method to me standing in front of the dead body?" Harry asked, as much as he found it interesting to be here, he had, unfortunately stood in front of numerous wizards' bodies in various ways throughout his wizarding life.

"This is the first wizarding body, one that's had an autopsy, but Owen's got hold of half a dozen more that have died in the past few months. Cardiff Police did a blood screen," Ros explained in short bursts.

Harry frowned, Ros hadn't said much in asking him down here, and he'd looked up anything that might be suspicious, nothing had happened in Cardiff in the past two weeks that might be considered dangerously bad. Some drunk and disorderly, a few assaults, nothing terribly awful, nothing rift-related either. "Did they need to do some tests to keep a contract or something?"

"Peace in our time," Ros nodded, her tone was full of cynicism.

Harry looked at Owen. "Wizard blood looks the same as regular blood."

"It does, but they found something that wasn't in their table of known elements," Owen explained.

"Known elements," Harry repeated and looked to Ros. "You've scanned the body?"

Ros nodded. "Nothing Potter, that's why you're here."

-/

That's why he was here, Harry thought to himself. Before he broke out the more powerful and more experimental temporal and energy scanners he cast a series of spells over the body.

There weren't any 'alien detecting' spells. But there were a handful of spells he'd worked up over the past few years to look for signs of alien interference.

Spells to look for presence of higher than normal metals in the body; signs of internal displacement (being shot with an energy weapon); the list went on.

Nothing much revealed itself on this man's body, he was quite dead, that was for certain.

Gwen arrived shortly after he had started to unpack all his temporal and energy scanners, she seemed fresh and ready for more interesting stuff; less baby stuff, more alien stuff.

"Magic or alien related?" She was asking him, Harry deflected the question to Ros and Owen, the former was helping him set up the scanners.

"All I know is the mode of death appears to match half a dozen others I have seen," Owen explained as he sat watching them.

"Okay, temporal first," Harry said as a deep hum filled the room and he frowned. Even with the new technology and calibrations they'd done it wasn't detecting anything aside from the background of the rift and what one might get from being in Cardiff for a lot of their life there wasn't much. Going through his bag he found his notebook of notes. "Hmm,"

"Don't leave us in suspense Harry," Gwen prompted after he'd looked back and forth between the temporal scanner and his notes.

"He might not have lived in Cardiff, that's all I could suggest," Harry answered.

"The rift affects you right?" Gwen asked.

Harry nodded, impressed by her guess.

"Jack said something like that happened once, that's why we're all so used to it here," Gwen continued.

The energy scanner too didn't detect much, nothing really dangerous any way, the energy scanner itself was probably the most dangerous thing near the body.

"Did the blood and toxicology report say anything useful?" Harry asked as he realised he hadn't asked as they packed away the scanners and he took a tissue sample to take back to his house and barns to run through his alien computers later.

-/

"Not much," Mickey Smith was saying, they'd decamped to Torchwood to go through what the Cardiff Police had run. It was decidedly better than having a conversation in a morgue. There was tea here for one thing, and Ros looked more happy to be able to have a seat in her own area than hovering around anywhere.

"It came up as an unknown substance, but was noted 'signs of drug abuse or steroid abuse'," Mickey ready off of the report. "He was involved in several previous fights that Cardiff Police broke up. He died after almost causing a car accident, the old lady's still in intensive care."

Harry nodded. "Send me all the blood work and analysis and I'll run it through my own systems."

"You think there's something we haven't noticed?" Gwen asked.

Harry shrugged. "If this were just regular drugs, I'm not sure if wizards would be into it," he looked over at Owen.

Owen shrugged. "Recreational drugs aren't something that most wizards would know how to access, their knowledge of the muggle world is sometimes lacking. From a medical" Owen still said the word with a somewhat odd inflection when it applied to him. "perspective there's nothing exactly that would stop any illegal recreational drugs from affecting magical people the same way as muggles," he paused. "The only instances I'm aware of that has been raised as an issue is those who live in the muggle world have splinched themselves when leaving certain music venues or festivals."

Gwen pondered this information. "And would the heightened state induced affected healers from treating them?"

Harry gave a point to Gwen for using the correct terminology and not saying doctors or medical personnel. She was doing much better than Martha did. Said woman was off doing some liaising with UNIT at the moment.

Owen thought for a moment. "I would have to speak with some associates who work in that field."

"And find out if there's anything like this," Ros added. "Whatever this is."

-/ - \\-

Judith was hovering beside him, Ioan was off with the Xecotcovach X-2 messing around with some of its technology, something about high flights that might be applied to 'recreational broom design', as long as it wasn't adding gravity bubbles to brooms. They were only just working out the advanced technology for the X-2, which ironically was 1940s technology that had been classified by the war office and forgotten about.

It was natural that Judith was hovering, it was her that had been granted a copy of the database Harry was using after she'd mostly dealt with the Drahvins. Although he and Ioan had done a lot of the behind the scenes stuff it had been Judith negotiating with them for those many months. He'd more than once praised her diplomatic skills. It had only resulted in the death of one witch and the destruction of half her property, although after what she did that seemed a tiny amount of retaliation on the Drahvins' side.

He'd put the data he'd got from Torchwood and the Cardiff autopsy analysis into his mish mash of alien computers.

Earlier he'd also smeared a bit of bio-sample onto a Dalek plunger he had mounted facing upwards on the desk for this purpose.

All his Dalek database had revealed was that the sample had trace elements with a 35 per cent chance from Tau Ceti Minor and no other information.

"Well, let's fire this up and see if the Drahvin database is more enlightening than my Dalek one," Harry said as he flicked a few switches and the computer roared into a hum.

Judith leaned over to look at the screen, she'd pulled up a chair to watch. "XYP."

"'Also known as Vraxoin, scourge of the Cygnus Rim, destroyer of Eden, an addictive," Harry paused, he'd thought he was reading about space vampire or something, he'd hoped it would be something like that rather than where this investigation seemed to be going, "drug. Refined fungus or Mandrel. Shadow Proclamation research suggests used in conjunction with," Harry paused again unsure how to pronounce the next word "Rubasdpofiaew to enhance..." he trailed off.

"Untranslateable?" Judith asked, she'd leaned back while he'd been reading, only to lean forward to look at the set of symbols in the Drahvin's native language.

Harry looked around his desk and gestured to Judith at the just out of reach Dalek eye stalk he had. "That."

"The Dalek? You think it'll translate it better?" Judith asked, skeptical.

Harry shrugged as she passed him the eye piece, it had filaments of fine cabling jutting out of it which he meshed together into the near by Dalek computer systems and pointed it at the screen.

"Oh," Harry said as the translation came up as three things, all in Dalek.

Judith looked over at the nearby blue-tinged screen. "Time sensitive beings and..." she trailed off and looked to him.

"Your guess is as good as mine. They're old words that isn't in my lexicon of the Dalek language. Capable, I think that'd be the word now."

"Keep reading," Judith said leaning back, gesturing at the screen.

Harry sighed dramatically. "Rubasdpofiaew to enhance time sensitive or capable natives in the Tau Ceti System."

"Tau Ceti again," Judith pondered.

"I wonder if it's two different drugs?" Harry wondered as he came to the end of the entry in the database, going over to his tea making faculties.

"This Vraxoin and Rubasdpofiaew?" Judith asked.

Harry nodded and looked to Judith. "How do you think we should go about investigating this Judith?"

Judith looked at Harry with surprise. "Me?"

Harry nodded. "I don't know how to do this, investigate drugs, I was going to ask Gwen, but I wanted to be sure, I hoped it wouldn't be..." Harry shook his head. "Wanted it to be more straight forward," he exhaled as he poured the tea out of the teapot into the mugs he had waiting.

"Well, first we need to establish who the stiff was, it's not as though he had any ID and Owen's not worked that side of things," Judith began.

Harry nodded. "I'll get a photo of him, maybe he's still got a room or something."

"And run it through the wizarding facial database?" Judith asked amusement in her voice.

-/ - \\-

Wizards didn't have anything like a database of faces. If you got your face recorded in any sort of way it was because you were wanted by the authorities or the Daily Prophet was doing an exposé on you, as Harry had plenty of experience of.

But there was another option, which was why he was wining and dining Draco before he asked him for a favour.

Although Draco being Draco had twigged this early on, not that he didn't mind Harry taking him to a nice restaurant in a nice part of town and paying for an exceptional bottle of wine.

"You know, you could come work for LPI, as a contractor, specific jobs," Harry offered to Draco in a casual tone.

Draco gave him a look. "I'm quite happy with my current pursuits Harry, I don't need to get involved in your profession, unlike you I don't stride into the path of danger." Draco must have seen him begin to open his mouth to counter his statement. "Occasionally my curiosity may get the better of me, I concede."

Harry snorted. "Your curiosity makes most people's danger look minor."

As their meal ended Harry provided Draco with the photo of his unknown wizard.

"He'd dead Potter," Draco commented idly.

"Yes Draco, very dead, I wanted to know who he was, where he lived and anything about him," Harry paused. "And LPI will reimburse you for your troubles of course."

"Of course," Draco was already rolling up the photo and tucking it into a pocket. "It will take time, information like this is not found quickly like your computers Harry."

Harry nodded. "I understand, I already eliminated finding him that way, he was most definitely a wizard who didn't participate in the muggle world enough to be caught on CCTV."

Draco pondered his glass of dessert wine, having forgone the brandy this time. "You and your organisation don't usually worry about the dead Harry, once they're dealt with that's it?"

Harry exhaled. "I wish it was as simple as that, bumping them off and then not thinking about it."

Draco chuckled. "The simplicity of dealing with problems?"

Harry laughed darkly. "When death was simple," he raised his glass. "To complexity and simplicity of our lives."

-/ - \\-

While Draco was searching for the unknown 'stiff' as Judith called the unknown man, she suggested he take a little break 'that this was only going to get more complicated, before it got simpler'.

Harry had relented, he'd been hoping to take a short break after the sea fort and the Doctor and everything.

The Xecotcovach project was still something he and Ioan were pursuing.

The project itself had proven to be an expensive experiment, something that Osric had helped finance initially, but had indicated that he no longer wished to be an active participant in.

It had been a nice idea, alien technology-enhanced plane that was for all intents a cargo plane that would work in magic-rich environments. And it did, amazingly, fantastically well. The X-1 had flown to castles and estates and landed flawlessly.

Unfortunately a lot of the people willing to pay for a service that delivered their highly sensitive items, ingredients or 'other' were also more than likely to be somewhat suspicious of muggle technology.

Harry had told Osric Greengrass that he understood, that it was a business decision. Before the Xecotcovach had been what it was it had been based on the Concorde frame, which had been an expensive craft itself, so he understood completely.

However, Osric had put in a lot of cash for the research and development, so the X-1 would remain at his beck and call, should his business need it. This agreement Osric was happy with, free transport for his business for those customers who didn't care or could put their suspicions aside when they needed something transported faster than a sailing ship or steam train could. But not something he'd actively push for the Greengrass logistics business, they would remain a sea-based business for now.

Their new craft the X-2 wasn't quite a spacecraft, not exactly. The gravity bubbles weren't propulsion, exactly.

He and Ioan had gone to town, experimenting with new and old technology and magic to further enhance the craft and push it more into the extremes of what was possible.

Ioan had been messing around with some broom technology, garnered from his own research and a very old book that looked like it had spent the last 20 years under a rock under a lake and then dried out in a beach hut. Ioan had joked more than once about stuffing broom bristles under the wings of the X-2.

Which would rather mess with the stealth and offensive capabilities somewhat.

For now, he would be leaving Ioan to test those, and his other experiments on his own, waving to the man himself and the pilots as the craft took off almost silently, leaving him in an empty paddock in the middle of no where alongside a ute that had driven up as the X-2 was leaving.

"You're even more like the Doctor than I thought Harry Potter," the woman said, she had short hair and an amused and slightly cynical expression on her face.

Harry grinned at her. "I will take that as a compliment Tegan, there might have been an invasion or two, but I said I'd come and visit," he commented to her in greeting. Trying to live in the moment. Trying to distract the questions that were still playing on his mind, those that Judith said he should take a break from.

Like what this vraxoin was, if it was connected to Rubasdpofiaew whatever that was and how deep into wizarding society, if it was, did it go?

He'd left his computers running at his house doing a deep search of UNIT, Torchwood and the British government's files, plus all the files wizarding books' indexes he'd typed up when he'd been bored one day. He hoped the search would turn up something that might be useful, but it would be slow going, especially looking for single words and associations.

Then Harry heard Tegan cough and he realised he'd been looking up at the sky, caught in thought for too long.

"You had that distant look the Doctor used to get Harry, like you'd forgotten that there was a planet you had to be on and we were just sheep waiting to be shorn," Tegan commented.

"What a wonderful analogy," Harry said and stepped forward embracing Tegan in a hug. "Sorry it's taken me so long to come and see you."

Tegan laughed somewhat surprised by his embrace and gestured over towards her ute. "Come on, let's get going, least you can land where you say."

He'd told her that he could have landed right outside her house in the outskirts of Townsville, but she'd been skeptical so had chosen a remote paddock where she could come and go easily.

"So what've you been up to? We've got a lot to catch up on," Tegan said as she drove away from the secluded area the X-2 had landed in.

"This and that," Harry commented vaguely as he looked out the window, he'd never been to Australia, yet he'd been to another planet, the thought made him smile.

"Since that dog's breakfast with the Master?" Tegan pressed.

"And the Doctor," Harry added.

"The Doctor, you've kept up to date with him haven't you?" Tegan asked looking to him as she braked to a stop at a T-intersection.

Harry nodded. Aside from 'that business with the Master', one or two vidlink conversations and a few emails here and there, Tegan wanted to save talking together face to face. "I've known them all, more than you ever met on Gallifrey."

Tegan gave him a sideways glance. "I once had a really vivid dream about one in a multi-coloured coat, was he real?"

Harry gave a non-committal shrug. "Who knows when the Doctor's involved."

"Yeah, who bloody well knows, he'd never know, it was a miracle whenever we didn't land in danger – he never saw coming," Tegan commented. "You've never travelled with him, he never took you away when you were a kid did he?" She asked with some concern in her voice.

Harry shook his head. "I travelled with him briefly, after I fell onto a planet and then crashed two spaceships and blew one up to rescue a friend of mine."

As he explained what he had begun to think of as his 'adventure on Hyspero' Tegan began to laugh hard.

"That was what I loved, the fun, travelling with the Doctor, not the..." she trailed off. "Terror, that's when it stopped being fun."

Harry nodded as he watched the scenery outside Tegan's ute swim past. "I enjoy the terror, that sudden squirt of adrenaline. One of my friends said I never got over being in peril growing up at Hogwarts. She also sometimes says I've got a 'saving people thing'."

"Is she the friend you rescued from Hyspero?" Tegan asked.

Harry noted with the way she said the planet's name with ease suggested she'd heard of it before. Shaking his head he said no. "That was Draco, someone who might have called himself my adversary when we were at Hogwarts, he was...annoying, in a childhood sort of way."

"What happened?" Tegan curiously asked.

"We grew up, and he saw sides of me that not a lot of people know," Harry thought to himself. "He was the blonde one on the vid-link," he explained off handedly as he looked out the window.

Tegan seemed to sense he was still in a musing in-thought mood and turned the radio on, "Let's save the deep conversations when we can sit opposite with a drink," she said by way of an explanation. "Give you a chance to ponder the sky or whatever Doctory thing you were doing."

Harry just nodded, turning his attention back to the world outside as it sped past, and was glad he'd come down to see Tegan.

-/

"You know you're the first person I've really had contact with since the Doctor, connected to him," Tegan said as she showed him through the kitchen at the rear of the house.

"And now Sarah, you can share old stories and all that, with the Doctor, you actually met the same one," Harry pointed out.

Tegan laughed. "Yeah, just took a crisis involving the Master to make that happen."

She passed him a beer as they walked outside.

"Have you ever wanted to go back?" Harry asked as they sat down into two comfy chairs on the verandah.

Tegan gave him a look. "Travelling? With the Doctor?" She asked in a slightly incredulous tone.

Harry nodded. He knew from UNIT's clean up and debrief files some of what had happened in London in the 1980s. They'd helped Tegan reclaim her life after being away a year or so. They had procedures in place to help those who'd travelled with the Doctor. Usually the Doctor got them home close to when they'd left.

According to Sarah with Sam Jones it'd been a little bit before, with Rose a little bit after.

"Why didn't you go off travelling with the Doctor who saved you?" Tegan asked turning the question on him.

Harry took a sip of his beer and exhaled. "Because..." he paused again and took another sip from his beer.

Tegan laughed at him. "You don't have to say Harry."

Harry shook his head. "Who else will we talk about this Tegan? There aren't a lot of people on Earth at this time who've met the Doctor-" he was cut off.

"And survived?" Tegan sorted. "Too right. I thought that, after what happened with the Master and aunty Vanessa and Nyssa and all of that shit," she shook her head.

"I want to lead my own life, with my own experiences. I think the Doctor knew that. I'm pretty sure he knew more than I knew when I first met him and he definitely knew a lot more than he suggested when the one you were travelling with met me back when I was a kid."

Tegan looked at him quizzically.

Harry exhaled. "I met him, I had to go back to the 1970s."

Tegan laughed again. "You talk like him Harry, casually talking about the 1970s like it's going down to Tassie for a week."

"You don't know the half of it, Daphne, Draco and I accidentally ended up there again, I had to avoid myself, who was there already," Harry finished his beer.

"You're more like him than you think Harry, that's why you don't need to travel with him." Tegan got up out of her chair grabbing his bottle returning a moment later with two more. "The Doctor, the one I travelled with, I left him and Nyssa, then got picked up by Omega and went travelling with him again with my eyes open that time," she paused to open her beer. "Thought that time I knew what I was getting into. Then, all that death with the Daleks and the Doctor."

"It can be like that," Harry admitted.

"He dropped in, again a few years ago, asked the same thing you did, sorta." Tegan continued and looked at him.

"What if he turned up now and opened the door to the TARDIS now?" Harry asked curiously.

Harry watched her as she shrugged. "Dunno," she grinned. "I'd think about it, I'm older now. Word is he only like to travel with young unattached things."

Harry chuckled. "He's been travelling with a married couple."

"Sex in the TARDIS?" Tegan cackled. "I don't think the Doctor even knows about that human intimacy."

"Did he have bunk beds when you travelled with him?" Harry asked curiously.

Tegan gave him a weird look. "I had a very roomy space in the TARDIS, and once the TARDIS stopped giving me wardrobes of my flight attendant outfit I started to like it," she looked at him curiously. "Why do you want to know about bunk beds?"

Harry took a long suck on his beer. "It's messed up and complicated."

Several minutes later Tegan sat looking at him as though he'd made up a fantastic story, except that deep frown of annoyance in her expression told him that she knew it wasn't made up, it was too messed up to be.

"The Doctor, is their son-in-law, and she was conceived in the TARDIS, and they met her before she was conceived, and she tried to kill the Doctor, and you met her, before you knew her, and she tried to kill you." Tegan snorted. "It's fucked up, and it's entirely the Doctor's style."

Harry nodded.

"She sounds like a psychopath, and I've met enough of those travelling with the Doctor," Tegan paused. "Maybe it's his fetish?"

Harry shuddered. "I thought we weren't talking about the Doctor and sex."

Tegan laughed again. "Harry we've been sitting around drinking and talking about a bloke in a phone box that we travelled with."

"If that were true he'd have hooked up with Davros or the Master long ago," Harry said standing to go to the toilet again.

Tegan looked at him, possibly serious. "How can we be sure he hasn't, you know the Master better than I do, and the Doctor."

Harry sat back down, his need to have a piss forgotten about for a moment and glared at Tegan, "That is not a thought I ever wanted to think about."

Tegan cackled a laugh.

Harry stood up again. "The Doctor's beyond all that hanky panky, I don't think I'd ever known him to even use the toilet, unlike me," he finished, walking past Tegan.

-/

Harry was more than a little drunk as Tegan led him up to an 'oval' that was within walking distance of her house where the X-2 could land. They'd both been drinking far too much that afternoon for her to be driving him anywhere.

As he walked up the stairs of the X-2 he cursed that Australian woman for putting the idea of the Doctor and any sort of sex sort of relationship into his head.

With of all people the Master.

He wasn't really aware of the Time Lords full stop having any interest in sex. The Doctor had once or it might have been several times telling him about Pythia's curse and Rassilon's genetic looms. But then the Doctor had also mentioned something about being a child, and there having been children on Gallifrey.

Maybe, like all things involving the Doctor it was a bit of a mess.

-/ - \\-

Harry dragged his hands over his face as he wondered whether a pepper up potion would get rid of his hangover. He knew it had been a bad idea when Tegan had brought out the 'Bundy Rum'. But Tegan had wanted to talk more about her time in the TARDIS with someone who'd listen, properly listen and not judge and he'd been happy to listen.

He was pretty sure he'd not revealed anything terribly dangerous to her.

She had said she'd never heard of vraxoin, so at least he had been doing LPI work as well while he'd been drinking.

Harry silently cursed the Australian woman again. He'd been out drinking with UNIT's finest at several pubs around UNIT HQ in the 1970s and not been reduced to this, yet several many beers and a bottle of Bundy Rum and this was the result.

It was probably supersonic lag or something, he was fairly sure he'd only got a few hours sleep and crossed time zones very quickly.

But he'd organised with to meet with Draco before he'd departed for Australia and it would be more difficult to change that so here he was.

"You look dreadful Potter," Draco said, clearly amused by how he looked.

"Yes, thank you Draco, let's get brunch, I went drinking with a mouthy Australian yesterday," Harry said by way of an explanation as they walked towards a café which catered to muggles and wizards which they had both frequented when meeting one another in London.

"You must've had a night full of indulgences Potter," Draco commented with a slight sneer as Harry ordered a full English breakfast with extra kippers.

Harry just raised an eyebrow as they were left alone; their orders taken.

They made small talk about various things until their orders arrived, then, with a few careful waves of a wand they were secluded to speak, although Draco allowed him to tuck into the life restoring breakfast before he began to report on what he discovered.

"I have, you will find amusing, disappointed several debt collectors with my search concerning your dead man," Draco explained.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Nothing deleterious to your good standing I hope?" Harry asked in a somewhat sincere tone.

Draco took it ask it was intended and chuckled. "My standing remains intact Harry, you need not worry. Even the death of a man who was wanted by debtors is worthy to some. If I were to know how, that would also be worthy to the right people."

"When I'm certain perhaps I'll tell you," Harry looked at Draco. "For now just think of it as something that intersects LPI's interests."

"Why else would you be investigating a wizard like Geoffrey Hawkworth?" Draco asked.

"Point to you Draco," Harry conceded as he raised his cup of tea in salute. "You've discovered something more than his name I hope."

Draco sniffed a light snort of amusement. "Of course Harry, what do you take me for, a knut merchant of information?" Draco paused to extract a small scroll from his pocket. "He was practically destitute, third cousin once removed from Ernest Hawkworth, formerly of the Wizengamot. He's the only one notable of their family. Geoffrey Hawkworth is as poor as they come, worse than even the Weasleys at their poorest."

"Free of lands, lodgings and livelihood?" Harry asked.

"He had lodgings according to my sources for at least the rest of this month in outer areas of Blackpool," Draco paused. "I believe they are very cheap lodgings."

Harry nodded. "Of course. Any associates?"

"Aside from debtors?" Draco asked in an amused tone. "A few petty criminals, Aurors visited him for charming muggles. Theft mostly."

"Sounds like a delightful individual," Harry mused sarcastically.

"Why would your organisation be investigating him?" Draco asked curiously.

"Because, he died with questions in his body, and we want answers," Harry explained obliquely.

-/ - \\-

"I always thought of Blackpool as a nice holiday town," Harry said, mostly to himself as he slipped on his backpack as he got out of the Defender and pulled on some gloves.

Both Ioan and Judith had a similar grim expression to him, part of it was the weather, it had been raining on and off throughout the day intermittent with sunshine giving everything now a vaguely humid feeling combined with the rank smell of urine and vomit it was...not pleasant.

Geoffrey Hawkworth's lodging was below a nightclub, at least that's what it was listed for this address.

Harry wrinkled his nose and looked to Judith who fell in behind him, with Ioan taking up the rear. They weren't sure what they were going to find at Geoffrey Hawksworth's lodging, but it probably wasn't going to be pleasant.

The exterior definitely wasn't.

There were a few badly cast notice-me-not type spells around the entrance and maybe some sort of structural charm that was holding up the eaves around the door. Harry didn't attempt to pick apart those, looking at the mould covered eaves he didn't want to bring it down on their heads.

The smell of urine increased as he edged towards the door.

"Shit, piss and vomit," Judith muttered.

Just no sign of a fungus or a flower, that was what Rubasdpofiaew also known as Om-Tsor, which he'd finally found where he'd heard of before; from the so called Revolution Man riots of the 1960s.

Carefully spelling the door open he stepped into the tiny flat and looked around, breathing through his mouth to try and avoid the smell of rot, damp and a few other unidentifiable smells.

"It's safe, though unpleasant," Harry called backwards.

"It would have been a huge surprise if it was entirely pleasant inside Harry," Ioan said as he followed Judith in.

"I'll begin in the bedroom," Ioan peeled away from them.

"I'll take the kitchenette and bathroom, he shouldn't have fouled it as much if he's a wizard, right?" Judith said taking a few steps towards the cupboard sized kitchenette and called back "Wrong."

Harry wasn't sure what they were looking for. Evidence of Vraxoin or Rubasdpofiaew use. He had at least found some data relating to the two, dating to the 1980s, after the end of the wizarding war. UNIT had conducted an investigation after some of it was cultivated out of their 'Vault'. Vraxoin hadn't been mentioned by name but its affects and it being a non-terrestrial fungus matched the description of what they'd discovered so far. Annoyingly any further detail of UNIT's investigation had been lost in a suspicious fire and data corruption in the late 1980s when UNIT UK had a significant drop in funding.

"Find anything?" Judith asked, he suspected for the second time.

Harry shook his head, he'd been deep in thought looking around him. "Trying to imagine myself as Geoffrey."

"A dark path to travel down Harry," Judith said closing the distance between them.

"You look around, this gloom isn't helping," Harry paused. "Lumos Maxima."

The room was fully illuminated as he held his wand aloft and looked around, it felt as though, even like this the gloom and the mould was permeating into the edges.

"Here," Judith said carefully as Harry ended the spell. Judith was holding a stoppered test tube with a grey ash-like powder with the remains of gold flecks in it.

Harry pulled out the energy scanner, to which he'd entered the scan of sample from Geoffrey's body for Vraxoin and Rubasdpofiaew into and isolated it down to these two things. "Definitely what we're looking for," he said as Judith held the test tube in front of it.

"I think I've found something too," Ioan called from the bedroom, "An impossible something," he finished as Judith bagged up the test tube.

Harry walked into the bedroom, which was bathed in a grubby amount of light.

"There, the glass should have broken," Ioan pointed.

Against the grubby window it looked like a Golden Snitch that had been crushed against the glass. "Not many spells could do that to a Snitch, not against the window," Harry recalled how hard he'd sometimes smacked the Snitch with his hand and head.

"There's practically no sign of magic in here, and nothing the energy scanner says is beyond background," Ioan said.

Harry looked around the room, there was a stained bed and not much else in here. Not even a fireplace. "Let's flip the bed, maybe he's got a clichéd hiding place for when he comes down off the Vraxoin and Rubasdpofiaew."

Ioan wrinkled his nose and joined Harry near the doorway as they flipped the mattress off the base with a flick of his wand. He fixed it to the wall with a sticking charm as Harry looked to the slats.

"Ah," Harry said and held up a small scroll like the sort Draco used to take notes on. "Oh," Harry passed it to Ioan. It just looked like random scratchings that someone had made with a pencil, or maybe charcoal, he wasn't sure.

Judith already had a heavy duty small plastic bag for it, not that it was dangerous, they were all after all handling it, albeit with strong leather gloves.

Looking back into the room Harry brought his wand up and down in a slicing motion at the yellowed, mattress, revealing its stained innards, but nothing interesting within. He explained to his associates his reasoning that no one would think to look in there.

"Yeah because by the looks of it it'd have been soiled before he returned to it," Ioan said wrinkling his nose again.

"Scrape the Golden Snitch off of the window if you can," Harry gestured at the window.

Ioan nodded. "Right you are, my mates should be able to trace who made it."

Harry followed Judith back out into the other room and attached kitchenette. "Anywhere else we should look?" He asked Judith.

Judith was looking around again, she'd holstered her weapon and now had a powerful torch that she was shining around. "Do your thing on the brown sofa," she instructed.

"I hope it always was brown," Harry said as he sliced it into quarters. It revealed nothing but a few grubby knuts.

"Got everything," Ioan said as he walked back into the room.

Harry looked to Judith who shrugged. "Time to leave then."

-/ - \\-

It had been a couple of months since their drug raid and they'd acquired not a lot of information. It wasn't as though witches or wizards were dropping dead everywhere from Vraxoin or Rubasdpofiaew, Owen's half dozen deaths had been collected over the past 2 years or so. Harry was vaguely sure that the latter was the lesser of the two, he had at least data that supported Rubasdpofiaew being relatively harmless in small quantities. The Revolution Man movement and what happened to Jean-Pierre Rex and Ed Hill might disagree, but according to a book he'd ordered from The Pyramid in Little Caldwell monks in Nepal had used 'Om-Tsor' with no ill effect for some time. It was from a UNIT debrief document from Samantha Jones' time with the Doctor that he'd been able to connect the two properly. It was just annoying the document didn't go into a lot of detail and that Sam Jones had dropped off of everyone's radar, he'd love to have a chat with her about a lot of things. Sarah had said that she'd helped Sam when she'd returned to Earth in 1996, but by the turn of the millennium she'd disappeared.

That the effects of the anarchist group and the 'Revolution Man' himself seemed to have mostly disappeared from noted history seemed to suggest wizarding involvement, or the Doctor, but according the Sam Jones (via Sarah) he'd been vitally injured in the encounter.

Vraxoin on the other hand he had very little to go on aside from his alien sources, it seemed there was no examples of Vraxoin, Vrax or XYP appearing anywhere on Earth by name. It would be helpful to know what a Mandrel was, aside from something you powdered into a drug. At least that it was a fungus was something to go on.

With no additional deaths and he nor Ioan or Judith having made head nor tale of the scratchings in the scroll he'd put the Vraxoin/Rubasdpofiaew problem on the 'investigating but not active' board, along with the 3W Institute and things like the remains of Cohort Dow.

Instead he'd decided to finish inputting the new data from their visit to Leadworth, the wheat that the TARDIS had landed on, the DNA from "Mels", it'd all end up helping them to identify temporal problems or time active individuals, the messy case of the remains of the sea fort technology was still on his 'to do when I'm deathly bored'.

The tedious work was thankfully interrupted when Ioan knocked on the door with an idea and cake. Harry was happy for the excuse to pause for a cup of tea and cake was always welcome.

"What if we're going about this Vrax thing wrong?" Ioan asked once they were sat down with cake.

"How?" Harry asked around a mouthful of cake.

"Instead of trying to find the supplier, why not who's farming it?" Ioan reasoned.

Harry nodded, he'd mostly tried to work out where the Vraxoin had first come to Earth, but had run up dead ends. Then where Geoffrey had got his stash from, so they could work it out that way. "We need an expert in the weird and wonderful."

"Your mate at Hogwarts Neville Longbottom?" Ioan asked.

Harry shook his head, "This is the dirty world of drugs. Alien drugs at that, Neville likes his plants in a greenhouse somewhere," Harry paused leaning back in thought and smiled.

Ioan watched him. "You've got an idea now?"

"Someone I've been sending obscure Christmas and other celebratory cards back and forth to for several years and we keep saying we should meet up, properly," Harry paused. "Another nutter like me."

-/ - \\-

It was freezing, Harry thought to himself, the Xecotcovach X-1 landed somewhere in Russia. The X-2 was currently having its engines looked at and the wing systems were being enhanced, which had made it almost crash the last time Ioan got the pilots to take it up.

Closing the door to the X-1 Harry strapped some goggles to his head and cast around with his wand. Thankfully there wasn't much wind so he could use a point-me spell to find the yurt the person he was looking for was in.

-/

"Harry James Potter," the woman embraced him as he walked into the yurt no less than 20 minutes later, having failed to knock on the side of it.

"Luna Lovegood, long time," he said as she held him tighter.

"You're good at hiding yourself Harry," she whispered, "Unless you want to be found."

Harry looked at her as she let go of him. "Me?! You're the one rambling around the world with twins in tow, I've remained in the UK!" He exclaimed with humour. "More or less."

"It's the more or less that falls through the cracks, Harry," she gestured to some seating around a pot belly stove that had a kettle sitting on it and was radiating warmth around the yurt.

"Where's Rolf and the twins?" Harry asked, he and Luna had been sending obscure, weird and sometimes 'naughty' Christmas, Easter and various other celebration cards since just after Hogwarts when she started rambling around the world but they'd not met very often. Daphne had remarked that with his resources he could have attended at one of the locations where Rolf or Luna had given talks at certain wizarding libraries or wherever, but he hadn't, just because invasions or sentient hyper intelligent slugs had got in the way.

"Out shopping, he thought if this was serious enough for the great Harry Potter to visit he'd give us some time alone," Luna said with amusement that only came from someone who'd known him through the bad and terrible times of Hogwarts.

Harry bowed slightly. "Of course, the great Harry Potter only needs help very occasionally, from someone as experienced and widely travelled as the most exceptional Luna Lovegood, professional naturalist and wizarding expert in everything extra-normal and para-occult."

Luna broke into a laugh. "Para-occult, please Harry."

Harry laughed. "Just trying the lighten the mood."

"Because what you're about to say will bring it down," Luna said with a clarity he'd missed from her.

-/

Luna looked at him as he finished the short explanation of Vraxoin and Rubasdpofiaew, as far as he knew it. "You need a herbology expert."

Harry nodded. "I don't want involve Neville, he'd got his own things to worry about, like a school filled with children. There's also the question of 'Mandrels' and whether this fungus might be..." Harry trailed off.

"Dangerous?" Luna asked, then in a more innocent tone "And my husband and the twins don't need protecting?"

Harry faltered for a moment and Luna laughed at this. "I have heard of your journey through the Altiplano and the Bolivian sand dragons that you encountered there."

"Exaggeration," Luna dismissed for a wave of a hand.

"You told me some of those!" Harry threw his hands up in the air and then looked seriously at her. "I don't want to put you or your family in danger Luna, tell me and I will go, I have a few other people I intend to contact."

"To bring into the LPI fore you mean?" Luna asked.

"Perhaps," Harry paused. "Or just to consult."

"Like Draco Malfoy?" Her tone suggested she was still skeptical of his association with the man.

"Draco and I are friends," Harry said simply.

Luna smiled in and odd way. "We all mature and change Harry, who'd have thought how much you would."

"Not me," Harry admitted in tone. "I didn't realise how much, knowing the Doctor, Hogwarts all if it..." Harry trailed off.

In the lingering silence that followed Luna made some tea and then mentioned "We met a friend of yours and the Doctor's a while ago, she said you'd been travelling into the 1970s," Luna casually mentioned as though he'd popped down to Asda.

"Jo Grant?" Harry asked surprised.

"Josephine Jones," Luna corrected idly. "She was Grant, she loved finding someone to chat to, about you and wizarding and it all," Luna chuckled in remembrance.

"Statute of Secrecy's a load of guff isn't it?" Harry commented.

"She already knew the boring bits Harry, the Statute is only for the stupid people who don't care to see the wider landscape at work," she handed him a cup of black tea. "I'll look into this for you, it'll give Rolf a chance to pick away at a task."

Harry opened his mouth and then closed it, he still didn't want to bring any danger to this couple, wary of the dangerous of his and LPI's world.

"We've faced our share of dangerous witches and wizards, and muggles for that matter Harry, the world is an unfriendly place, which we explore, with our eyes open," Luna paused and gave him a serious look. "And wands out."

-/ - \\-

New Year's Eve, the end of 2011, the start of 2012.

He'd spent Christmas with Daphne's family. There was no sign of anything dangerous for Christmas day this year, not from his information from the Daleks, from UNIT's satellite tracking and no mysterious letters in the post.

Just a relaxing day with food, gifts, fine wines and spirits.

He'd decided to have some people around, since as far as he could tell there was nothing remotely dangerous that was going to happen on New Year's Eve.

He'd invited everyone he knew, including Amy and Rory, Tegan and Sarah.

Draco was off in Europe doing or watching something in Norway or something like that. Maybe watching the Northern Lights.

Luna and Rolf were somewhere in Kazakhstan, freezing their tits off no doubt, Luna had said when he'd departed her that it wouldn't be a quick investigation, but he'd assured her, he didn't want it to be, or want her sticking her nose anywhere that it might be bitten off. It was but one path to explore.

Ron had been rostered on to a commemorative Quidditch match down in Channel Islands.

George and Angelina hadn't replied to their RSVP supposedly they'd decided on two month long holiday to the Southern Hemisphere to escape the winter. That was according to Daphne who said that Neville and Hannah were doing something similar. He wondered if it was a theme, wizards escaping Britain to be elsewhere for Christmas and the New Year, just in case something might happen. Though honestly the way the past few years had been he couldn't exactly question their reasoning, though getting away from Britain wouldn't mean escape if it was a planet-wide attack. But no one needed to know that.

For now, as far as he could know there wasn't anything that was going to happen, certainly not on New Year's Eve.

So it was beginning to look like it was just himself and Daphne, Hermione and Ross, Amy and Rory plus Tegan. Sarah had something with her son and his friends. Probably saving the world knowing her, using only a tin dog and some friendly reasonable words, how boring.

-/

Daphne had invited some of her close friends, others whom she worked with who were at least open minded about everything, though they weren't exactly as open minded as some, it was still good that it wasn't just people who used to travel with the Doctor attending this year's New Year's Eve party Harry thought to himself.

Everyone was milling around, Tegan had arrived early, though this was his fault, he'd sent the X-1 to pick her up and she'd spent a shorter than he'd accounted for time doing things around where she used to live before she'd arrived here.

"The Doctor used to drive this? It looks like a hovercraft mated with a sports car." Tegan looked at him and back to the Whomobile.

"Yes, thank you Tegan," Harry shook his head at her.

Tegan snorted. "You're doing impressions now of him are you Harry?"

Harry beamed at her. "Yes. I can't do the Scottish one's accent, but I can grab a stick of celery if you want me to continue."

Tegan shook her head. "And don't start on cricket, he was obsessed, we visited the New Indian Empire and all he wanted to do is play cricket."

"I assume deadly danger followed?" Harry asked.

Tegan shook her head. "Dunno, not for me, I spent it in a hotel and exploring the cities. If the Doctor and Turlough got into trouble then that's for them to deal with."

Harry laughed. "They didn't call from prison?"

"The Doctor didn't have mobile phones when I travelled with him Harry! Nyssa had some gadget a 'temporal interocitor' she pulled out when we got stuck in Rome. Not that I minded being in Rome for a while." Tegan shook her head smiling at some memory and looked past him, "Is that more guests arriving?"

"You arrived early Tegan," Harry said to Tegan's tone of mock surprise.

"Blame your fancy plane Harry, I didn't need to go shopping, I can get all I need in Brisbane," she continued as she walked past him and up the drive.

"Yes Tegan," Harry said to himself he resisted the urge to pinch the brow of his nose.

Tegan turned around to look at him with an almost challenging look on her face as though she knew what he was thinking.

-/

"What do you think of this American's suggestion of the cure to the common cold Harry?" She was one of Daphne's friends who liaised with wizarding operations in Asia. Mostly concerning transport of mid-sized wizarding water leisure craft.

Harry had admitted he'd never really thought about it, that wizards would want the same 'big boat' that some muggles wanted to cruise around on. It seemed it was less a thing in Britain than in the rest of the world. Somehow they'd gotten onto discussing multinational companies.

"He's the same one who's going through the courts for trying to buy the internet isn't he?" Harry asked pleased that he was exercising his knowledge of world politics a bit more. More so than when he chatted with Draco or Ron. Hermione was at least more widely read, but still she chastised him for knowing about Barset's upcoming Antarctic expedition but not the intimate politicking of the Ministry of Magic.

"The muggle communication network? I believe so," she paused to take a large sip from the mug of mulled wine.

Harry shook his head. "I heard GeoComTex were in the same situation as PhiCorp and Coldfire Construction."

"Administration. Investigation. Receivership and a halt in trading." She counted off on her fingers.

"In reverse order?" Harry asked.

"Naturally," she looked over Harry's shoulder. "It seems your friend Amy and Rory wish for a word."

-/

He was enveloped in a hug from Amy and a firm handshake slash hug from Rory.

"Thank you," Amy said with some sense of relief.

Harry smiled and nodded in the way that he did when people were hugging him and not shooting at him with lasers or watermelon cannons.

"For?" Harry asked after an inappropriate amount of silence.

"Tegan," Rory said simply. "She's..."

"It's good to talk to someone who really understands, everything, everything the Doctor puts you through, that we've been through, with him," Amy paused. "What we miss."

"And what we escaped," Rory added.

"Yeah. Cricket," Harry said with a mock tone of dread.

"Ours liked football." Amy commented.

"What did yours like Harry?" Tegan's voice asked as she reappeared holding a plate of food.

Harry beamed at her. "I've known them all Tegan, you know that."

She looked at him critically. "You also travelled with one of them, yet you've said very little about him. I've known two of them and travelled with two."

"Not to mention everything on Gallifrey, in the Death Zone," Harry intoned.

Tegan shook her head as she bit into a piece of beetroot giving her teeth a brief unsettling red tinge.

"The Doctor I travelled with..." Harry trailed off as he thought about how to wrap up the man, the Time Lord that he and Draco had briefly travelled with. There was a whole 'adventure' that he'd forgotten, or not remembered or something that was all in his diary. To do with temporal ley lines and a royal estate and several other things that he was pleased to have been a part of and annoyed he didn't remember it.

"Well?" Tegan asked around a mouthful of food.

"He liked wine, he could tell the vintage of a place by just sniffing the air," Harry said eventually.

"And he had a Zeppelin hanger, the Doctor said he didn't know anything about it," Rory added.

"Zeppelin?" Tegan scoffed. "I don't think even a Cessna'd fit inside even the biggest rooms in the TARDIS when I travelled in it."

"...Harry..." Harry heard Daphne calling and excused himself saving him from explaining that he had once fit a Cessna inside the TARDIS before Tegan's time.

-/

"I thought you would like to see in the New Year with me," she said extending a hand to him, wrapping one another in an embrace.

"Is it almost time?" Harry asked surprised looking up at the sky as though it would offer some indication.

"Almost, your remembrances masking your judgment of time's embraces?" Daphne asked.

Harry nodded. "Do you have any wishes, for 2012?"

Daphne laughed. "Wishes are for those too feeble to make their own decisions Harry Potter."

"As someone who had a destiny I hope that doesn't put me in the same boat." Harry pondered as their partygoers began to count down the clock.

Daphne looked into his eyes. "Destiny is far more different Harry Potter."

"Happy New Year Daphne Greengrass." Harry said as their lips met as somewhere a clock struck midnight.

A/N:

Vraxoin comes from the TV story Nightmare of Eden and Rubasdpofiaew is from the novel Revolution Man. With Owen (as someone medically minded) on board with LPI it allows them to pursue a line of investigation they'd never have been dragged into in the past.

Luna Lovegood finally makes a reappearance, I've been prompted by a few reviewers that Luna should make an appearance, so here she is. I decided that Harry has been in contact with her and they've been communicating in their own weird way for a while, they've just not met very often.

Tegan is one of my favourite companions of the classic series, as she was just so critical of the Doctor and she's one of the few who departed travelling with the Doctor, then rejoined him.

I also wanted to give Amy & Rory someone to talk to about the Doctor, someone who experienced the full gamut, Sarah's too wholesome for the messed up lives Amy & Rory have.

Next chapter; Chapter 89 starts with Harry being relaxed and contented, so you know something awful will happen.

Thanks for reading.