Okay, guys, I am terribly sorry. For not posting a new chapter sooner. I have been insanely busy, and I'm not going to bore you with a very long excuse. I'll just give you the short version.
My friends and I are doing an Order of the TARDIS movie and posting it on our YouTube channel. The channel is not launched yet, but I'll give you guys a heads up when it comes into existence. So, I had to basically rewrite everything that I've already written into a script, and warp some things so it includes every character more than it does in the Fanfic. So, I just finished up part one, and part two will be written at a later date. So, yes. Thank you for your patience and cooperation. Now, onto the disclaimer. And you know what, I think that this is going to be my overall disclaimer, I don't think I'm going to put one at the top of every chapter anymore, so yeah. Rory, could you please...
Rory: Oh, um yeah. Sure. PoseidonsWizardingGuardian does not own Doctor Who or Harry Potter.
Grimmauld Place was dark, even with the light on. Strange shadows were cast everywhere, and there was a large black curtain hanging randomly on a wall. He looked up the wooden staircase to see heads of house elves, all chopped off and hung on plaques on the hall. There was a distinct musty scent that made even the toughest wizards slightly wary. The Doctor hummed in annoyance. He obviously hated being in this house. Harry looked down the hallway as he heard padded footsteps, and saw Mrs. Weasley. She looked slightly sunken, as if the year had taken it's toll on her.
"Harry, dear," she said, "so good to see you again," she then turned to the guard, and said, "He arrived a few minutes ago, the meeting has just started, so you can go on in," she then turned back to Harry, the Doctor, Amy, and Rory, and said, "You can go upstairs. Harry, love, Ron and Hermione will tell you everything,"
Well, one shouting match later Harry was satisfied. Ron and Hermione apparently hadn't been allowed to tell Harry anything, which frustrated him more than anything. The Doctor had had to leave the room in the middle of the fight, complaining of a headache, and Amy and Rory had escorted him to the girls' room. Apparently the boys in the relatively same age group all slept in one room, the girls in another. Fred and George had popped in, and Harry had obtained the fact that they were now developing the joke shop products, starting with Extendable Ears. Ginny came in and said it was useless to attempt to get anything, as the door had the Imperturbable Charm on it. Harry hadn't the faintest idea what that actually was, but he didn't particularly care.
Overall, the yelling had lasted maybe twenty minutes, and finally Mrs. Weasley came in, telling them it was time for dinner. The Doctor seemed to be feeling better, and he and his friends joined them in the dining room as well. Harry was particularly ecstatic to discover that he was staying in Sirius' inherited house (though his godfather's parents had the worst taste in style) and that he'd be staying with his godfather for the rest of the summer. He tried to avoid the topic of the dementors and the hearing, and luckily everyone else in the room got that vibe.
That night, Harry went to bed with his mind swimming much less than it had in a month. It had been a (sort of) good day.
The next day found the group in the drawing room, working on decontaminating it. They decided to tackle the curtains first, where a colony of doxies had moved in. Each teen was armed with a squirt bottle of doxycide, and had a piece of cloth over their noses and mouths. They were warned to be careful of the doxies, as they had poisonous bites, but Mrs. Weasley had the antidote if it was needed. Luckily, there were no accidents. They were going to tackle the drawer, but Mrs. Weasley said it was probably a boggart, and they left it alone. It was only a day after the drawing room that the Hogwarts Owls arrived. The four fifth year boys were in their bedroom, when the six tawny owls swooped in, each carrying a letter.
"Oh, hello," The Doctor said, leaning down to inspect the owl that had landed in front of him. The owl hooted gently and nipped the Doctor's fingers softly when the Time Lord began inspecting him. The Doctor grunted in surprise, before noticing the letter tied to the birds tiny feet. He reached down and deftly took it off, looking at the envelope. On the front, in emerald green ink, were the words,
The Doctor
Twelve Grimmauld Place
The Third Bedroom
London
Carefully, the Doctor turned it over and inspected the wax seal. It had a large letter H in the center, and on each corner was either a lion, an eagle, a snake, or a badger. He quickly ripped it open, and counted four sheets of paper. He took them out and unfolded them. One was a list, and the other three were letters. One seemed to be a generic letter, as Harry, Ron, and Rory had them as well, while the other two seemed more personalized. He quickly skimmed the generic one, before throwing on the ground, quickly becoming bored with it. He eagerly began reading one of the other ones. This one said,
"Dear Doctor,
I am quite glad to hear of your return to our world, though quite confused. Upon our last visit you said it would be impossible for you to jump into an alternate dimension again. You must tell me how you did it, I would be fascinated to find out.
On a different note, I have managed to send out a letter to the rest of the staff, alerting them to our "exchange students" and I would like you to know I have chosen a pen name for you, for I would not like to arouse suspicion. In my letter I sent out, I referred to you as Matt Smith, I hope that is find with you. Also, I am quite aware of the fact that you will need to be sorted, though the sorting hat may be reluctant with you, if you recall your last visit.
Also, it will not sort someone twice, so if you and your companions would be able to come out to Hogwarts a week or so early and be sorted, I believe that would relieve some of the confusion with the students. Also, if you would like, you can come out even earlier than that and be back at Grimmauld Place before the start of term, because if I remember correctly, I remember a little boy who was very enthralled with the train and the sweets that it held, though that may be your future and my past. Anyway, if you would send me a reply soon, with your answers on whether or not you will be coming out early, I would be very grateful.
Sincerely,
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts School
Member of the Wizengament
Supreme Mugwump
The Doctor then shuffled to his third letter, which Rory also had.
Dear Mr. Smith,
It has come to my attention that you and three of your schoolmates will be learning at Hogwarts this year, and I would like to be one of the first to say Welcome. I will quickly give you the annual First Year speech, as Headmaster Dumbledore informed me you would be sorted sooner than the others.
At Hogwarts, you will be sorted into a house. There are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. While you are here, your house will be like your family.
The Doctor quickly became bored with the letter (he already knew everything) and threw it onto the floor as well. He sighed and lay back on his bed, sitting back up immediately, though, as soon as he heard and exclamation of,
"Bloody Hell!" He searched for the noise and spotted Ron, staring at a badge and a letter that he held in his hand.
"What is it, Ron?" Rory asked. Ron looked up at him.
"What is it? What is it? It's a bleeding Prefects badge!" The redhead exclaimed. Harry looked up, suddenly interested.
"It is?" He asked, "Here, can I look at it?" Ron handed his friend the badge, and the raven haired boy examined it. Unfortunately, Amy, River, and Hermione chose that moment to enter. Hermione gasped when she saw Harry holding the badge.
"Harry!" She said excitedly, "You're a prefect, too?" The four boys then caught sight of the mark of the prefect in the bushy haired girl's hand too.
"It's not mine!" Harry said quickly, shoving the badge back to his friend, "Ron's the prefect!" Hermione shot him a confused glance, like he was playing some sort of joke, then blushed deeply.
"Oh," she said quietly, "Sorry, I thought, well I assumed, I mean, it just seemed like Harry would get the badge, you know," Ron let out a noise that sounded like a mix between a groan and a sigh and said,
"It's fine, Hermione. I mean, I expected Harry to get the badge, too," There was an awkward silence, before a loud CRACK! And the twins appeared in their midst. Almost immediately, the two groaned in perfect sync.
"Oh, come on!" George exclaimed (The Doctor had figured out how to tell them apart)
"Another prefect?" Fred complained.
George sighed, "I guess we'll just have to be good little boys this year, won't we Freddy?"
"Evidently, George," Fred replied. There was suddenly a knock on the door, and Mrs. Weasley's voice drifted through the wood.
"Hello," she said, pushing the door open, "Ginny just got her letter, so I thought I'd check on you few," And that was when she spotted the badge in Ron's hand. Her face broke into a huge smile as she rushed over to her youngest son and gave him a hug.
"Oh, Ron!" She said, "Congratulations! That's everyone in the family!"
"What are George and I?" Fred asked, "Nextdoor neighbors?" No one answered, and Mrs. Weasley continued to fawn over Ron.
"Oh, Ron. Here, I'm going out to Diagon Alley today, is there anything you would like me to get you? When Percy became a prefect we got him Errol," Ron's face lit up, and he eagerly said,
"Could you get me a broomstick? Nothing fancy, how about a Cleansweep? Those were never that bad," Mrs. Weasley smiled and patted her son's head.
"Of course, Ron. Here, you lot each give me your list. I'll get your school supplies for you," Everyone handed her their lists, but she was stopped by the Doctor, Harry, and Hermione. They each handed her their small sacks of money, and told her that if there was extra they would pay her back. Mrs. Weasley smiled at their generosity, and exited the room.
"Can I have an owl?" The Doctor asked innocently.
"No," Amy said. The Doctor pouted, but the Scottish girl held her ground.
Two weeks passed, and it was finally the day before the trial. The four exchanges had put off going to see Dumbledore until the day after, but not until Amy and Rory had managed to convince the Doctor that Harry would need morale support. That night, though, trouble struck Grimmauld Place. For Mrs. Weasley was correct, it was a boggart in the Drawing Room desk. And one unfortunate Time Lord immediately regretted his decision to wait to go to Hogwarts.