"James, since you witnessed the event, why don't you start?" asked Mary, nodding towards the spy.
"Alright then," said James, who began recounting the events of the night before. When he got to the part where he described each member of the group of terrorists though, he saw the rest of the members of the group start to react in different ways. Some in shock, some in confusion, some even in fear.
"Are you telling me…Voldemort is back?" asked Hermione. "Because I'm positive we saw him die fourteen year ago…"
"Hermione…" said Harry. "I hate to say it, but…he might be right."
"Harry, what are you saying?" asked Ron.
"Last night," said Harry. "My scar was hurting. It hasn't done that since he died. I tried to ignore it, but…"
"Wait, back up a minute," said Sherlock, who'd been in shock when James had mentioned Moriarty, but now seemed to be functioning again. "Your scar…hurt? And that told you that this…Voldemort person was alive?"
"It's a magic scar," explained Hermione. "It works as kind of an early alarm system about what Voldemort is doing."
"It's a scar," said Sherlock matter-of-factly. "It's meant to hurt. Though I will admit, it's an interesting shape."
"It was from when he attacked me as a child," said Harry. "He couldn't kill me because I was protected by my mother's love, so the spell rebounded."
"Oh, COME ON," said Sherlock. "Do you HONESTLY expect me to believe that?"
"Sherlock, we just saw him levitate a mug," said John. "Surely mother's love magic isn't that too unbelievable."
"Admittedly, it is a rare type of magic," said the Doctor. "Comes up maybe once in a hundred years or so."
"And what do you know about it, may I ask?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah, Doctor, how do you know about magic?" asked Martha.
"You don't live on Earth for nine hundred years and not meeting wizards at least once," said the Doctor. "Granted, after that whole Salem witch trial thing they went very secretive, but that's understandable given the circumstances."
"Are you really going to believe all this crap?" asked Gene.
"I'm certainly not," said Sherlock. "Though I feel it could have been worded more eloquently."
"It's all true," said Mary, in a tone that commanded that they didn't argue. That, however, didn't stop Gene.
"How bloody daft do you think I am?" demanded Gene. "Nine hundred years? How the hell is he alive?"
"I regenerate every so often," said the Doctor. "If this body dies, I change my form, and…excuse me sir, can you stop pointing that at me?"
"James, what are you doing?" asked Q.
"One of the people from last night," said James. "He shot himself, and became a woman. How do we know he…"
"Ah, that would be The Master," said the Doctor. "Trust me, we do NOT get along very well. I'll be happy to help you get rid of him."
"But how do we know you're not in league with him…her…whatever?" asked James, not lowering his gun. "You clearly know this 'Master', so how do we know you're someone to be trusted?"
"Because the Doctor has an extensive history of helping save the world when something goes wrong," said Mary, walking up to James and taking the gun out of his hand. "And if you're going to keep pointing this thing at the others, I'm going to confiscate it."
"You can't do that," said James, trying to grab it back.
"Actually, she can," said Q. "She outranks me, so what she says goes."
"She what?" asked James, but Mary had already returned to her seat and was talking to Harry.
"Mr. Potter, would you like to talk about what the wizarding world knows about this incident?" asked Mary.
"There's not a lot to tell," said Harry. "After my scar started hurting last night, I got into work this morning and was told that the Hogwarts centaurs had had an intruder on their land."
"Centaurs?" asked Sherlock. "How much of this rubbish do you expect me to believe?"
"Can I please tip him out of his seat?" asked Ron.
"Ron, that's very inappropria…" started Hermione.
"I'll allow it," said Mary, a slight smirk on her face.
"Excellent," said Ron, pulling out his wand. "FLIPENDO!" A blue flash exploded in the room, and suddenly Sherlock had been sent flying into the wall behind him.
"SHERLOCK!" cried John, rushing to his friend and checking him over. Sherlock, however, was unharmed, though he seemed to be stuck staring into space.
"…John…" he said, barely moving from where he lay. "I'm starting to think they're not kidding about the whole magic thing."
"It's about time," said Mary, turning back to Harry. "Now, you were saying about the centaurs?"
"Well, the centaurs around Hogwarts are very territorial," said Harry. "So, when they saw someone poking around their land, they got ready to attack. However, whoever it was seemed to just grab something and leave in…some kind of machine, they said."
"And do they have any ideas what that something was?" asked Mary.
"Unfortunately, they couldn't see what it was," said Harry. "So, we can't even be sure that what happened has anything to do with…"
"It does," said Miranda, shocking everyone by speaking up for the first time. "At least…I can describe what he took."
"And who are you exactly?" asked Gene. "I mean, having two aliens come out of a police box is a bit weird, but how do you…"
"Excuse me?" snapped Martha. "I am not an alien, I'm just travelling with him."
"And it's been a brilliant journey, wouldn't you say?" asked the Doctor. "I mean, a few near death experiences here and there, but what good journey doesn't have a few of them? Would anyone like to hear about them?"
"Another time Doctor, we've got a bit of a time crunch here," said Mary, turning to Miranda. "Miss Honeychurch, why don't you tell us what you know?"
"O…okay," said Miranda, clearing her throat. "It all started a couple of days ago. This strange man turned up at my house. He…he killed my husband, and…" Miranda was fighting to keep herself from breaking down, but struggling to stay composed.
"Miss Honeychurch," said Mary, her voice a mixture of comforting but stern. "I understand this is a difficult time for you. But you may have information vital for the security of the nation, possibly even the world. I need you to focus, and tell us everything you can, because if anyone can help prevent what happened to you from happening to others, these people can."
"That's right, you're in good hands here," said Ron.
"I suppose Mr. Weasley might be useful too," said Mary.
"…wait a minute…" said Ron, but Miranda had started talking again.
"Okay…" said Miranda, taking a deep breath. "So, this man…he tells me to get in this…thing. I couldn't even see what it was, I was just so in shock at seeing my husband being vaporised. This thing…it didn't seem so big from the outside, but it was massive on the inside…"
"I still refuse to believe such a thing can exist," said Sherlock.
On hearing this, the Doctor walked over to his TARDIS, and opened the door. "Please, have a look," he said, inviting him in.
"Fine," said Sherlock, marching over to the TARDIS. "But there's no way this thing could be…what the hell am I looking at?"
"That, my friend, is the TARDIS," said the Doctor.
"You keep saying that. What does that even mean?" asked Sherlock, mesmerised by the insides of the TARDIS.
"Time and Relative Dimensions in Space," said the Doctor.
"…a time machine?" asked Sherlock, looking around the outside of the TARDIS to confirm the machine was bigger on the inside.
"Like a time-turner?" asked Ron. "I thought we destroyed all of them."
"Ron, for the last time, science is a thing too," said Hermione.
"And we are getting off-topic," said Mary, a hint of anger in her voice that demanded that everyone go back to their seats. "Miss Honeychurch, now that everyone…" Mary made a point of eyeing the other people in the room as she said that. "…is done interrupting you, you may finish your story for us."
"Thank you," said Miranda, continuing her story. "So, after he forced me into his…TARDIS, or whatever it's called, he locked me in a room. Then the thing started…moving, I guess? I don't know how. When it stopped, I guess he must have been doing something outside, because he came back with some kind of weird stone. He told me to turn it over in my hand and think of my husband, which I did, and then…he was there."
Harry looked up at that, as though he was going to say something, but Mary shut him up with a look. "Go on," she said. "You said your husband was back from the dead?"
"He better bloody not have been," said Gene, getting a dark look from Mary. "That's more work for my department if he is."
"He wasn't back," said Miranda. "He was…kind of a ghost…" Sherlock groaned when he heard this, but was ignored by the rest of the group. "He told me that this…man, wasn't to be trusted. The man didn't hear him though, but he seemed satisfied that the stone worked. So he…he…"
"Threw you out of the TARDIS, and that's when I caught you with mine?" asked the Doctor, also getting a glare from Mary. "Sorry, but I already knew this part of the story."
"What I want to know is what this…Master, wants with the Resurrection Stone," said Harry, getting everyone to turn to him.
"Resurrection Stone?" asked James. "Isn't it obvious? He's used that to bring everyone back from the dead. And I thought you people decided necromancy was impossible."
"It is," said Hermione. "And the Resurrection Stone is no exception. It can allow you to speak with what is basically a spirit of a close loved one, but it cannot bring back someone from the dead. Not entirely."
"Well, the TARDIS is capable of many marvellous things," said the Doctor. "I wouldn't be surprised if he figured out how to change what this stone is capable of."
"I wouldn't describe bringing some of the country's most dangerous villains back to life as marvellous," said Q.
"Marvellous as in it's a marvel that it can happen," said the Doctor. "Doesn't mean it has to be a good thing."
"Great, that explains what's been happening lately," said Gene. "Now, let's get out there and deal with it."
"And who are you exactly?" asked James. "I don't think we ever established that, or why you're here."
"I could say the same about you," said Gene. "Honestly, who wears a bloody suit like that to a meeting to plan how to deal with the undead?"
"I'll have you know I'm an agent of MI6, and am licenced to kill you where you stand," said James, standing up and preparing to fight the man.
"And that's supposed to intimidate me, is it?" asked Gene, also getting up. "You think you can kill a man who's already dead?"
"BOND! HUNT! SETTLE!" yelled Mary, shocking both men into silence. "Now, DCI Hunt will explain to the group who he is, and what he knows."
"And why is he here if he's already dead?" asked John. "That goes against everything I know as a doctor."
"But not what I know as a doctor," said the Doctor.
"If you're all done being daft," said Gene gruffly. "The place I come from…I suppose you lot would call it 'limbo' or 'purgatory'. Basically, it's a place between heaven and Earth. Though I only run one part of it, mostly for police officers."
"Oddly specific," said Sherlock.
"Many are sent to my world because they have some unfinished business or trauma to deal with," continued Gene, ignoring Sherlock's comment. "I guide them, for lack of a better term, to where they need to go. Most go to heaven, some manage to make it back to this plain of existence, and then there's those that bastard Keats gets to."
"Keats?" asked James. "As in…Jim Keats?"
"Yes, one of the men you met last night," said Gene. "And it's no understatement to say he's the devil."
"He's that unpleasant, huh?" asked Martha.
"No, as in he's actually Satan," said Gene. "And the fact that Mr. MI6 here met him is serious cause for concern for me, especially coupled with the fact that people who were supposed to have passed through their respective purgatories are coming back through."
"So that's what we're dealing with," said James. "Keats, Moriarty, Voldemort, Blofeld, and the Master."
"And that is why each of you were specifically summoned to deal with the situation," said Mary. "You've each got a personal history with those Mr. Bond has mentioned, and are likely the best to deal with the situation."
"So what's the plan?" asked John.
"Well, first we have to figure out what they're planning…" started Q, as a loud explosion was heard outside.
"Probably something like that," said Sherlock calmly, though he joined the others who had just rushed to the window.
Author's note: Hey guys, hope you're enjoying the story so far. This one's at about the halfway mark now, so I just thought I'd mention that if you want to pick the next fanfic I write, head on over to my profile and vote.