The scream was bloodcurdling, prolonged, and familiar yet strangely alien to those who recognized it.
"Doctor!" River, Amy, and Rory said almost simultaneously. They stood up, their wooden chairs scraping against the floor, and sprinted out, Rory almost tripping on the legs of everyone else's chairs, yet not caring. The scream paused for a moment, before returning with as much strength as before, hitting the three with the full force of a school bus. They followed the terrible noise up three flights of stairs, running on full adrenaline. They burst through the door of the drawing room, and were frozen with the sight. A tall man, with a brown suit, a long trench coat, and messy brunette hair that stuck up everywhere. He was glaring at something in the corner, but the group didn't notice the small trembling bundle in the corner.
"You," the man said, "you let them burn! You killed them all! You are the most feared being in the universe! Because you are an oncoming storm, you are a hurricane! A hurricane that destroys everything in its path, and leaves nothing but desolation in its wake,"
Then the man transformed into a shorter one, with a black leather jacket and short black hair.
"Rose," he said, "you were the one who left Rose. You died for her, and then you abandoned her," the man then changed into what must have once been a glorious city, but was in ruin. Children in strange clothing ran through the streets screaming.
"2.47 billion," said the voice of the first man, "and you killed them all. All 2.47 billion children of Gallifrey,"
"I'm sorry!" Said an unsteady voice from the corner, and the group, now including the entire residence of Grimmauld Place, turned to look at the shaking form in the corner. His hair had lost its usual silly floof, and now lay flat and desolate across his face. Amy began to move towards him, but froze when she saw the next form the vile thing took. It was her, her in her adult form, but the scene was wrong. It was so wrong. She lay on the floor, unmoving. Her red hair tinted by blood, and the same substance flowing from her mouth and eyes. She was bleeding everywhere, from a slash in her stomach, a bone protruding out of her arm, the lower half of her left leg, not even connected to her body. Suddenly, the Amy took a shuddering breath.
"Raggedy man," she croaked out, "you left me,"
"No!" The Doctor let out a heart wrenching scream and crawled over to her, only as soon as his finger laced with hers, she dissolved. And was suddenly replaced by a dead and bloody Rory, which turned into a dead and bleeding River, which was replaced by a pile of corpses. Amy recognized herself, her husband, and her daughter, but no one else. But the Doctor obviously did, and he screamed. He grabbed two fistfuls of his hair, and yelled so many names at the top of his lungs. Only Amy didn't recognize any of them. Suddenly, from the bottom of the pile, a girl with short black hair and a sweater emerged.
"Grandfather," she said, before she too dropped dead like the rest. This was the last straw for the doctor, who stood too quickly and stumbled into the dresser behind him, the mirror that was sitting atop it tumbling and shattering over his head. He tried to push himself up off the floor, only to have the glass shards grind into his hands. He screamed again, and began chanting names as he pulled the glass from his hands.
"This is for Susan" he said, "and this is for Ian. This is for Barbara, this is for Vicki," with every name, he removed another shard.
"Steven, Katarina, Sarah, Dodo, Polly, Ben, Jamie, Victoria," he was moving fast, so fast. They tried to move towards him, but the creature, or thing, or whatever it was blocked their way, making a solid wall. When all the glass was removed, the doctor stood again, but merely slipped and fell, catching himself with his hands once again, and screaming as more glass dug into his palms.
"Zoe, Liz, Joe, Sarah Jane, Harry, Leela, both Romanas, Adric, Nyssa, Tegan, Turlough, Peri, Mel, Ace, Grace, Rose, Mickey, Jack, Martha, Donna,"
"Riddikulus!" Roared Lupin, before the boy could do any more damage to himself, and the pile of bodies disappeared, instead turning into a silvery orb hanging in the air. The werewolf once again chanted the spell, and the moon exploded into a pile of silvery glitter. Almost immediately, Amy, Rory, and River ran over to the Doctor, who was now laying in a pool of his own blood. He didn't look up at the sound of their approaching footfalls, instead curling further in on himself and squeezing his eyes shut. Amy reached out to grab his hand, but he recoiled.
"Dead!" He shouted, "They're all dead! And it's all my fault!"
"No, it's not, Doctor," Rory said, "We're still here," the Doctor shook his head.
"It's just a trick," he said, "a cruel, despicable trick. And I deserve it,"
"No, Doctor," River said, "You don't deserve any of it," before anyone could say anything else, the rest of the group was upon them. Mr. Weasley scooped him up in his arms, causing the boy to scream and fight.
"NO!" He shouted, "NO, LEAVE ME! I WANT TO DIE! JUST LET ME DIE! I SHOULD HAVE BURNED WITH GALLIFREY! I LET THEM ALL DIE ALONE!" The Doctor struggled and kicked, and managed to make one of his fists connect with Mr. Weasley's jaw. The man nearly dropped him, and it was just enough of a hesitation for the Doctor to push himself the rest of the way down, and pull his Sonic Screwdriver out of his pocket. He held it threateningly out in front of it, wincing as the metal touched his wounds, aiming it at anyone who came near. It was only when he turned to Amy, Rory, and River, that he froze. His eyes widened, and he dropped the tool, before sinking to his knees and hiding his face in his hands. They dripped blood that mingled with the tears that were now pouring from his eyes.
"Oh, Doctor," Amy said, running over and embracing the Time Lord. Rory came in behind, rubbing his friend's back in a comforting way he had learned as a nurse, and River squeezed his hand. Mrs. Weasley let out one sob, before coming over and hugging the four in a motherly fashion.