As the glowing died down, Martha was the first one to return to the Doctor's side. "Doctor?" she asked. "Doctor, are you okay?"
The others started looking over at what had happened to the man they knew as the Doctor, and were stunned to see his straight brown hair was now a mass of curls, and that his brown eyes were now blue. "What…?" started Sherlock, still unable to accept that someone could die and change appearance.
The Doctor sat up and looked around the room. "Well, that was inconvenient," he said, then flinched at the sound of his voice. "That sounds familiar."
"What do you mean?" asked Martha, as the Doctor got up off the table.
"Is there a mirror around here?" asked the Doctor, searching around the kitchen for something reflective.
"There's one in Ginny's old room," said Molly. "But first I'd like to know what's going…" She didn't get the rest of her sentence out before the Doctor rushed past her and up the stairs. "Hey! Where are you…"
"Good question, where am I going?" asked the Doctor. "I don't even know who this Ginny is."
"That would be me," said Ginny from the living room.
"Excellent, lead the way," said the Doctor, coming back downstairs and grabbing Ginny's hand, pushing her towards the stairs. Ginny, still in shock about what was happening, simply led the Doctor to her old bedroom.
"Should we follow them?" asked Ron.
"I suppose," said John. "Maybe we'll find out what he's going on about." The group made their way up the stairs as best they could, though not all of them could fit into Ginny's room, and even the passage outside was fairly cramped.
"Yes…this looks way too familiar for my liking…" said the Doctor, who seemed very confused. "It's just missing something…" The Doctor looked around the room for a moment, then his eyes landed on something. "Ah, that. Can I borrow it?"
"This?" asked Ginny. "That's just my old Gryffindor scarf. Why do you need…"
"I know what it is, I saw your school get built," said the Doctor, grabbing the scarf. "I just need to confirm my theory." The Doctor wrapped the scarf around his neck, and his eyes lit up with recognition. "AH HA! I knew it."
"Knew what?" asked Gene. "What the hell are you doing in a little girl's room?"
"I'm a thirty-year-old woman, thank you very much," said Ginny.
"And I just confirmed that I am four," said the Doctor.
"…huh?" asked Hermione. "I thought you said something about being nine hundred."
"No, not age four," said the Doctor. "I'm in my fourth incarnation."
"I thought you said you were on your tenth?" asked Martha.
"I was," said the Doctor. "And for whatever reason, I've reverted back to my fourth. I'm wondering if that has something to do with whatever the Master has planned."
"I would say that's a very definite possibility," came a voice, and everyone spun around to see Mary march into Ginny's room.
"Excuse me?" snapped Molly. "Who the hell are you? Why are you here? And how did you even find this place?"
"In answer to your questions," said Mary. "More important than you, on important business, and it's not important." Molly began to fume at these answers, though Mary chose to ignore her. "Ladies and gentlemen, there's been another video."
"Oh great, what's happening now?" asked James, as Mary pulled up the new video on her tablet.
"How is that even able to work here? This place is too magical for technology," asked Hermione.
"Oh, don't you think I would plan for something like this in case I ever needed to go somewhere magical?" asked Mary, playing the video.
The screen showed Moriarty, sitting in a chair and wearing a suit. "Hello friends, my name is Jim Moriarty," he said. "You may remember me from such viral sensations as this morning's announcement that I'm alive again."
"Holy crap, it's already up to twenty million on YouTube," said Martha, staring in shock at her phone.
"Not the time, Martha," said Sherlock, as Moriarty continued.
"But I know what you're thinking," said Moriarty. "You're thinking 'Moriarty, how are you back from the dead?' Well, I'll tell you: it's a little thing called magic."
"What?!" asked Ginny. "He's not actually going to expose magic, is he?"
"He might," said John. "He's crazy enough." John turned his attention as the video continued playing.
"Yes, you heard right, magic," said Moriarty. "It's been around a while, but their whole community has been keeping it a secret for a while now. And in a world where men can turn into giant green ogres, or cover themselves in flying weaponised armour, or a god can fall from the sky, shouldn't we learn a little about our magical brethren?"
"Actually, that's a good point," said James. "Why doesn't the magical world make itself known to the non-magical world?"
"Have you seen how muggles treat people who are different?" asked Ron. "I mean, I don't claim to know a lot of muggle history, but Hermione has taught me a bit about things like Hitler, and black slaves in America. Stuff like that."
"Hmm, fair point," said James, going back to the video.
"And now, to demonstrate that magic is real, I've brought an actual wizard to demonstrate," said Moriarty, getting up off his chair. The camera followed as he moved to the right, until a pale, noseless man in a robe appeared on screen. "This, ladies and gentlemen, is Mr. Tom Riddle, though some of you may know him as Voldemort."
"Most wizards aren't going to be watching this," said Harry. "The internet hasn't exactly taken off within the magical community."
"Now, Tom," said Moriarty, continuing his TV salesman act. "If you could bring one person, out of anyone else in the world, back to life, who would you choose?"
"It is a difficult question," said Voldemort, clearly not liking the setup Moriarty had put him in, but was reluctantly putting up with it. "But I suppose my first choice would be one of my most loyal supporters, Bellatrix Lestrange."
"He wouldn't…" said Ginny.
"Don't stress honey," said Molly. "I've killed that bitch before. If she comes back, I'll just kill her again."
"Alright Tom, here's what you need to do," said Moriarty, clearly enjoying his performance too much. "I need you to take this stone…" At this, Moriarty handed Voldemort the Resurrection Stone "…then turn it over in your hand three times, thinking of this Bellatrix woman."
"I know how the Resurrection Stone works," snapped Voldemort. "Probably better than you, even."
"Not likely," muttered Moriarty.
Voldemort glared at him, but still turned the stone over in his hand three times. Almost immediately, a woman appeared out of thin air. She had thick, dark hair, and heavy hooded eyes. There was no mistaking who it was that had just appeared…
"My…my lord?" asked Bellatrix Lestrange. "What…what is going on?"
"My dear Bellatrix," said Voldemort, smiling a little. "Welcome to the year 2012."
"20…12?" asked Bellatrix. "What happened? The last thing I remember…I was fighting that Weasley woman. She…she caught me off guard, and…"
"That's what you think," snapped Molly, before being hushed by the others.
"You were dead, Bellatrix," said Moriarty. "But thanks to the new and improved Resurrection Stone, you're back, good as new."
"…I'm sorry, who are you?" asked Bellatrix.
"The name's Jim, and you're among the first people to be brought back to life with our new product, the Resurrection Stone," said Moriarty. "And you can bring back someone too, for the low, low price of £29.95."
"He's…privatising…necromancy?" asked Gene. "That's…I don't even know how to respond to that."
"That'd be a first," muttered James, before returning his attention to the video.
"Just call the number on your screen and you too can bring a loved one back from the dead," said Moriarty, as a phone number began flashing on the screen. "Or a hated one. Or even just a famous dead person. It doesn't even have to be a good one. Watch…" And before their eyes, they watched as Moriarty turned the stone over in his hand, and suddenly a famous moustached dictator appeared on the screen.
"Was zum Teufel ist gerade passiert?" asked the dictator, looking around the room in confusion.
"And you too can bring back whoever you want," said Moriarty. "Just call that number and book an appointment. We hope to see you soon." The screen went black, with the group staring in stunned silence at what just happened.
"Well, I think you know what your job is now," said Mary. "Get out there, find them, and stop them. Chop chop."