HARRY POTTER POV
It had only been a few months since I last saw the Doctor. And I most likely wouldn't hear from him for awhile, after all he was heart broken about Rose. To have lost her…. That she now lived in a parallel world, one she wasn't originally born in and her mother died in…. Torchwood had really screwed up with the army of ghosts.
I signed, though I had an issue of my own….. I was somehow sent to the future. It was supposed to be 2006, but the newspaper said 2012. I was six years in the future. I groaned in frustration. How did I get six years in the future?! There were people working all around preparing for Olympics.
I looked around. While I was concerned with my ability to get to the future, I was more concerned with the missing children forms hanging all over the place and the mysterious energy I felt in the area. It was hard to pin point due to the energy floating around at different locations around the whole area.
A familiar sound was heard. I looked around and spotted the familiar blue box appearing between two blue crates. I stomped to the TARDIS and tapped my foot waiting for the Doctor to come out. Unfortunately, the Doctor had parked the blue box facing the wrong direction and unable to walk out. I growled when the idiot closed the door after seeing his mistake. The TARDIS disappeared and reappeared. The door was facing me. I crossed my arms.
The doors opened. "Doctor!" I growled at him. The Doctor looked surprised.
"Umm… Hello Harry," the Doctor replied.
"Why am I in 2012, Doctor?" I growled and in the Doctor's face.
"What do you mean?" The Doctor asked trying to back up. But I grabbed him so he was unable to escape.
"It was 2006 last I checked, and the next thing I know it's 2012! Then you pop up? It's your fault isn't it?! Send me back NOW!"
"Harry right?" said a voice behind the Doctor. I looked up…. and blinked.
"Rose?" I asked. If Rose is here then….. The Army of Ghosts have yet to happen for them. The Doctor has yet to lose Rose. I backed up, realizing the Doctor was so close and turned around. I had to get a hold of myself. I breathed and looked up.
"Harry?" Rose spoke again. I flinched. I knew her future, and I couldn't stop it.
I took a breath. I turned to Rose and smiled. "Long time no see huh Rose?"
She smiled. "What's this problem you have that your blaming the Doctor for?"
I pouted. "Somehow I was dropped into the year 2012. I'm from 2006. I want to know how I ended up six years in the future!"
Rose chuckled. "And since the Doctor showed he must have done something to warrant this, right?"
I nodded. We both looked to the Doctor. He shrugged. "Not my doing. Though it is curious…." He started babbling about theories or tests that would cause this, but I cut him off.
"Unless it's going to send me back to November of 2006, I don't want to hear it," I said and walked away.
Rose caught up to me. "So 2012? We're in the near future then."
"Near future?"
"Didn't you know that the TARDIS is a travel machine?" Rose asked.
"Yeah, but I wouldn't consider six years a near future." I said back.
"It is to me. When you travel billions of years in the future so many times like us it hard not too." Her response really infuriated me. It was then we walked onto the street with the Olympic setup. "The 2012 Olympics! This is great!"
Rose and the Doctor shared a smile. "It seemed just like yesterday that naked Greeks were throwing disks around. And the crowds were banging…" I ignored the conversation between the lovebirds. I may feel sorry about the future the two have to participate in, but that doesn't mean I will ever like the connection those two share. I didn't hate Rose, but I knew the Doctor loved her. Just knowing this fact filled me with jealousy, but I did nothing. This could be their last moments together for all I know.
Though Rose noticed the missing children flyers, while the Doctor continued to talk. "Doctor." The Doctor kept talking. I walked to Roses side. "Doctor." Rose repeated. Again he ignored her.
"Doctor!" I yelled before Rose could. The Doctor stopped walking and turned to us. "You should see this."
He walked over and saw the flyers. "I wonder what is taking them." He looked around. "Snatching children from such a through street like this… And why is it so cold? Is something affecting the temperature?"
"I've felt an energy around this area, but it's all over the place. I can't pinpoint it, but there is something here that is foreign to me," I added.
"One went missing this week," Rose also added. "Why would a person do something like this?"
"What makes you think it's a person?" The Doctor asked. Rose didn't answer. Instead both the Doctor and Rose turned to the woman putting out her trash.
"This whole kid snatching has scared everyone, making it a ghost street," Rose commented. I hummed. It would seem I was invisible. Shocking…. not. The Doctor ran off, I followed while Rose continued to watch the woman. Really, she need to pay attention to her surroundings.
The Doctor stopped at the one house with a soccer net in the yard. The energy I had commented on before was somewhat stronger, but still barely there. The Doctor held out his hand and looked at it. It would seem he was thinking about something. The Doctor crouched down and smiled.
I looked up. Rose was coming towards us. A car suddenly stopped and she watched the proceedings of the two men pushing the car. I tilled my head. That was odd…. the car had started up again… What was going on?
Rose started to talk to the road worker, so she was getting the scoop on that. I focussed back on the Doctor. He chuckled. "That tickles."
A man came up to us, but focused on the Doctor. "What's your game?" The Doctor turned to the man. The Doctor's response made me roll me eyes. The Doctor stood and backing up, saying he was a police officer. He backed up towards Rose. Again, I was ignored by everyone. Was I that easy to ignore or something?!
The people started arguing and talking over the Doctor. Hmmmm…. Good to know I'm not the only one being ignored. Finally the Doctor got fed up. "FINGERS ON LIPS." The Doctor placed his finger on his lips. Slowly everyone followed his example. I chuckled. Rose was even forced to by the Doctor. My amusement dropped when the Doctor looked at me. I raised an eyebrow. The Doctor did the same. I sighed and placed a finger on my lips. Maybe being ignore wasn't so bad…..
"In the last six days, three of your children have been stolen. Snatched out of thin air," the Doctored summarized.
The old lady asked if she could speak, which the Doctor signaled for her to do so. "Look around you, this was a safe street until it came. It's not a person. I'll say if no one else will. I don't care who you are, can you please help us?"
I saw that the one woman's finger dropped from her lips as the old woman spoke. Did she know what was happening?
Rose was looking up. I followed where she was looking. A girl was looking out the window. The energy I felt was building and it felt like it was coming from the girl…. Was the girl behind the attacks? Or was she going to be snatched like the others?
The woman, the mother of the girl I assumed, saw Rose looking at the girl. She rushed inside the house. hmmm…. that woman defiantly knows something…. but maybe I was jumping ahead of myself. The people left us to investigate.
Rose leaned against the soccer net, while the Doctor sniffed, literally sniffed.
"You smell it?" the Doctor asked. "What does it remind you of?"
Rose focused on a smell. "Metal?" They shared a smile again. I really hated their shared lovey-dovey smiles. The two walked off together. I stayed put. The woman knew something and I planned to talk to her. I refused to stay with the two love-birds. After all they would just ignore me. I knocked on the woman's door.
The woman opened the door. "Yes? Can I help you?"
"Yeah, I wanted to talk with you." I said.
"What about?" the woman coldly asked.
I looked at her. "Your scared. I saw it when the old woman spoke. I understand that you would be scared for your child. After all that girl I saw in the window was your daughter correct?" I continued without her reply. "Though the fear I saw from you wasn't for you child. It was fear of your child. That was the feeling I got. I just want to discuss why your scared of your daughter."
The woman got anger. "How dare you accuse me —"
I cut her off. "My aunt and uncle feared me. I was only a child, but I had an ability that couldn't be explained. An ability my mother had, something my aunt hated. Because of this fear and hatred I was abused. And no one ever helped me. I see that while you are scared of your daughter that you love her. Allow me to help."
The woman paused. "You can help her?"
I nodded. "Of course." The woman let me in. I walked into the living room and sat on the couch. When the woman walked into the room I introduced myself. "My name is Harry. What's yours and your daughter's?"
"Trish. My daughter is Chloe."
I nodded. "Sit, we have much to discuss."
We discussed about how Chloe and changed these last few weeks and how her drawings seemed alive. That the drawing would move, but had always made it to be her imagination. I asked if there was anything else other than the drawings. If her habits had changed, speech, word usage, likes and dislikes. It would seem Chloe spoke with more authority, and made something harmless seem like a threat. Also Chloe never left her room, she wanted to be alone. It was scaring Trish.
When we were ending our discussion there was a knock. Trish got up and answered the door. It would seem the Doctor and Rose finally caught up. I walked up behind Trish. "Trish these are friends of mine. How about you let them in. They only want to help, like me."
Trish looked conflicted. I had told her something about me, and trusted me but only a little bit. She let the Doctor and Rose inside. I led them to the living room.
"Chloe stays in her room most of the time," Trish explained to the Doctor and Rose. After all we already discussed this. "I try talking to her, but it's like talking to a brick wall."
"Trish." Trish looks at me. "It's okay." Trish took a shaky breath.
"What about her dad?" Rose asked.
"He's dead," Trish answer coldly.
"I'm sorry," Rose said.
"You wouldn't be if you knew him."
It was silent for a few seconds before the Doctor spoke up. "Well let's go see her then."
"I should go check on her. Make sure she's not asleep." Trish said. I sighed, I stood and grasped the woman's hand. She tightened her grip on my hand in thanks.
"Why are you so afraid of her, Trish?" the Doctor asked. Trish stiffened.
"I already explained this to Harry. Chloe is a great kid," Trish said.
"I'm sure she is," the Doctor replied.
The proud mother showed through. "She never got in trouble at school. She gets good grades. You should have seen her report card from last semester. All As and Bs." Rose and I smiled at Trish.
"Can I use your loo?" Rose asked. The Doctor smiled smugly. Rose was planning to snoop. Rose left the room and went upstairs. Trish was so going to be pissed.
Trish continued with talking about Chloe's school life. "I wish you to know these things before you see her, Doctor. Because right now she isn't herself."
Chloe came down the stairs. She ignore everyone and went straight to the kitchen. The Doctor and I followed her. Trish behind us. Chloe was grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
"Hello there," the Doctor greeted. It looked like we trying the Doctor's way first.
"I'm Chloe Weber," the girls states without infection. "I'm the Doctor."
"How you doing Chloe Weber," asked the Doctor.
"I'm busy, I'm making something." Chloe focused her attention on Trish. "Aren't I mom?" Trish was right. The way Chloe said things made it seem like a threat.
"Like I said, she's not been sleeping," Trish said while gripping her arms.
"But you've been drawing. I'm rubbish at drawing," the Doctor said to Chloe. "Stick man about it. I can do this though." The Doctor made a Spock hand sign. Really? A Star Trek fan… wouldn't have thought…. "Can you do that?"
"They don't stop moaning." was Chloe's answer. "I try to help them, but they won't stop moaning."
"Who don't?" the Doctor asked.
"We can be together." Trish walked over to hug Chloe with that statement. "Don't touch me mom." Chloe stared at her mother like she was a stranger. hmmmm….. this seemed like controlling someone was controlling the girl, but different in some way…..
Trish looked crushed and looked at the Doctor and at me. She looked helpless and hopeless.
"I'm busy, Doctor." Chloe started to walk away.
"Come on Chloe, don't be a spoiled sport." But the girl ignored the Doctor. "What's the project?" The Doctor stood and started to follow the girl. "I'm dyeing to know. what you making up there?" The Doctor leaned against the doorway with Chloe at the steps upstairs. I just remained quiet behind the Doctor.
Then Rose screamed for the Doctor. Which lead to the Doctor and Trish running up the stairs. Chloe and I following. When I walked in Rose was telling Trish to not open the closest and the Doctor looking at the pictures on the wall. Lots of pictures. I looked around. Chloe just stood in the middle of the room.
Trish looked at Chloe. "Who have you've been drawing?"
"I dreamed of him yesterday."
"Who?" Trish pushed.
"Dad."
"Your Dad? But he's long gone. Chloe with all the lovely things in the world, why him?" Trish begged. The Doctor looked at Trish. It wasn't the nicest expression, it was understanding and not the good kind.
"I dream about him. He's staring at me."
"I thought we were putting him behind us." Trish insisted. "What's the matter with you?"
"We need to stay together."
"Yes we do," Trish agreed.
"No, not you." Chloe disagreed. "Us. We need to stay together." The Doctor looked back up from the papers and looked at Chloe with interest at her words. "And then it'll be alright."
Trish tried to comfort Chloe, but Chloe seemed unhappy about her mother touching her. Though the girl didn't say anything.
Rose then spoke. "Trish, have you seen her drawings? What they can do?"
Trish ignored Rose's question. "Who gave you permission to enter her room? Get out of my house."
The Doctor insisted though, "Tell us about the drawings, Chloe."
"I don't want to hear anymore of this," Trish told the Doctor.
"Trish you can't ignore this." I said. "I told you that I know what it's like to be different. To have a power is scary, but we need to understand her ability. And you need to not hide from this."
Trish didn't respond.
"She's using this power to snatch the kids," Rose continued. I could have groaned at the girl's stupidity.
"Get out," Trish stated to Rose.
Rose kept pushing though. "Have you seen those pictures move?"
Trish went to deny it, but then looked at me and kept quiet. After all she told me that she had seen the pictures moved.
"You've seen it out of the corner of your eye," the Doctor said. Trish remained quiet. "You dismissed it, cause that's what you do when it's something you can't possibly explain." The Doctor got right in her face. "When someone mentions it, you get angry. It's something that never spoken of."
"She's only a child." Trish insisted.
"And your terrified of her." the Doctor told Trish. "But theres no one to turn to. Cause who's actually going to believe what you see out of the corner of your eye. No one, except me."
"And me Trish." I said, putting my two cents in. After all I lived in the world of magic.
Trish looked at the Doctor and me. "Who are you?"
The Doctor simply said, "I'm help."
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In the kitchen the Doctor explain the girls ability. Hmmmm…. alien based….. that was why it was different then to the ideas I kept coming up with.
"She's using ionic power to make a holding pen to hold the children."
"What about the drawing of her dad from hell in her wardrobe?" Rose asked.
"How many times do I have to tell you? He's dead." Rose muttered something about Trish's comment.
"If living thing can become drawings, and drawings living things." the Doctor shivered. "Chloe's dad is dead, but the one that visits in her dreams is very real to her. And it's the dad she's drawn, and he's very close to crashing through the wall."
"Chloe always got the worst of it when he was alive," Trish commented.
I adjusted my position. Abuse never sat well with me. Especially when I finally accepted that I was abused by my aunt and uncle. Though their abuse wasn't the only one's I face, just the longest and hardest to accept. After all family shouldn't hit each other.
"Doctor how is a 12 year old girl being doing any of this?" Rose asked.
"Let's find out," the Doctor said walking out of the kitchen.
We walked to Chloe's room. Chloe was sitting on her bed. It seemed like she was waiting for us. Chloe made the Spock sign for the Doctor. "Nice one." The Doctor said and Chloe put her hand back on the bed. The Doctor crouched down and placed his hands on Chloe's temple. Chloe's eyes rolled up. "There we go…" The Doctor catching the girls head and laying her down on the bed. Trish worriedly took a step toward Chloe, but Rose stopped her.
The Doctor stood. "No we can talk."
"I want Chloe," whispered a voice from Chloe's body. "Wake her up. I want Chloe."
"Who are you?"
"I want Chloe!" Chloe's arm raise and shamed the bed.
"What have you done to my little girl?" Trish softly asked.
"Doctor what is it?" Rose asked.
To me it seemed like an alien had taken root in Chloe's body. It would have to be small, and very powerful since it was the alien's powers the girl was using to collect friends.
The Doctor spoke with authority. "I am speaking with you, the entity that is using this human child. I request parley in accordance with the Shadow Promulgation."
"I don't care about Shadows or parleys."
"So what do you care about?" The Doctor asked the entity.
"I want my friends."
"Identify yourself." the Doctor said softly.
"I am one of many, traveling with my brothers and sisters. We take an endless journey, a thousands of your lifetimes, but I am alone. I hate it! It's not fair! I hate it!" Chloe's eyes opened.
"Name yourself!" The Doctored demanded.
"Isolus."
Understanding flushed through the Doctors face. "Your Isolus, of course…"
"Our journey began, in the deep realms, where we were a family." Chloe started draw, and quickly at that.
"What's that?" Trish asked.
"The Isolus's mother. Drifting out in deep space." The Doctor answered. "She releases millions of spores. The Isolus are emphatic beings of emotion. When they are cast off from their mother, they form an emphatic link with each other. It's was sustains them. They need to be together, they can not be alone."
"Our journey is long," the Isolus said.
"The children ride in a pod, they ride the heat and energy of solar tides. It takes thousands and thousands of years just for them to grow up." The Doctor explained.
"Thousands of years just floating through space?" Rose asked. "Don't they go mad with boredom?"
"We play," the Isolus answered. The Doctor sat on the bed, next to the girl.
"You play?" Rose asked.
The Doctored hummed. "Yeah while they travel they play games. They use their ionic power to literally create their own world for them to play."
"Inflight entertainment," Rose said.
The Doctor nodded. "Helps keep them happy. While they are happy, they can feed off each others love." The Doctor looked down at the girls face. "Why did you come to Earth?"
"We were too close." The page of the Isolus mother was moved. The Isolus started a new drawing.
"It's a solar flare from your sun." The Doctor said. "But it made a tidal wave of solar energy that would have scattered the Isolus pods apart."
"I felt alone." Repeated the Isolus. "My brothers and sister are still up there and I can not reach them. So alone."
"Your pod crashed, where is it?" The Doctor asked.
"My pod was drawn to heat, and when I crashed I was drawn to Chloe Weber. She was like me, so alone. She needed me and I needed her."
"You emphasized with her," The Doctor softly commented. "You wanted to be with her, because she was alone like you."
"I want my family. It's not fair."
"I understand, you want to make a family, but you can't stay in this child. It's wrong. You can't steal anymore friends for yourself."
"I am alone," repeated the entity.
"I know what it's like to be alone." I said. The Doctor looked at me, but I ignored him. He's been doing it to me this whole time. "It's hard, trust me I know. But there is right and there is wrong. The people who I thought were my friends weren't, and the people I wasn't the closest of friends with were the ones looking for my best interest. My two closest friends betrayed me, stole from me. Stealing these children doesn't automatically make them your friends. You've taken them from their home. Like you were removed from yours. It's not fair to them, or to you. Allow us to help. We can help return you home. Please leave this girl's body, give us a chance to help." I begged the Isolus child.
The room was silent for a few minutes before a white flower thing floated out of the girl. The white flower floated to me. I looked at the flower intently. "Thank you," I whispered.
The Isolus flew into my mouth and into my body. My eye widened.
"Harry!" Yelled the Doctor. The Isolus took over, but I was aware.
"Harry Potter is alone, like Chloe and I. He understands. He needs me, more than Chloe." The Isolus focused on the Doctor. "You ignore him a lot. You only paid attention when he was was about to commit suicide. Gave him a reason to live, and then left him."
"That was his choice," replied the Doctor. Rose by his side.
"He looked years for you, but then he finally finds you…. And you rarely notice him." the Isolus tilted my head. "Did you notice when he left during the Christmas Invasion?"
The Doctor looked surprised at the question, then looked thoughtful, only to flush with guilt.
"Harry needs me. He is more alone than I." I dropped to the ground, losing consciousness.
"Harry!" yelled someone before I black out.
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I woke up in the TARDIS. Rose was by the doorway in the bedroom. I groaned. "What happened?"
"The Isolus left Chole which released everyone and everything she ever drew. But when it entered you it seemed you weren't agreeable to it. You passed out. The Doctor said something about your abilities fighting to keep the Isolus from doing any more damage. Keeping it within yourself, but also rendering yourself useless."
I hummed. "You find the pod?"
"Yeah. We found it in the street, then tossed it in the Olympic torch for it's heat and love. With the pond able to fly, the Isolus left you and returned to it's pod, returning home."
I sighed in relief. "Thank Merlin."
"Merlin?"
"Hmmmm…. I'm surprised the Doctor never told you about my people…. Then again he seems to forget I exist so I shouldn't be surprise he doesn't talk about my world…"
"Your world…. on the spaceship during Christmas you said your people, Wizards and Witches…." Rose slowly said.
I smiled at the unsaid question. "I'm human, and I was born and raised on Earth. And yea the Wizardry World does exist, though most prefer the Magical World. After all not everyone is a wizard, witch, or even fully human." I chuckled. "Though I am different from the rest of people."
"How so?" Rose asked, sitting on my bed.
I looked at the ceiling. "How old do you think I am?"
"Hmmm… around 19."
"I'm 25. While it's not truly noticeable yet, I have noticed how my friends age, and grown older than myself. They joke that I have good genes and just age slower then them. But I doubt it."
"Why? Why doubt it?"
"There's this legend. The Deathly Hollows. Supposedly you become the Master of Death if you collect all three hollows." I paused. "I'm unable to die, you see. The friends I mentioned before. They not only stole from me but tried to kill me. They're locked up in prison now, but they did succeed in killing me for a moment. In that moment Death, literally Death, explained I was his Master. I will never die." I turned to Rose. Shock written over her face. "This was three months before I met you."
Rose looked away. "Do we really ignore you?" A change of topic, and one that she and I both wanted to avoid.
Honestly was the best policy. "Yes. You don't wait for my comments on anything. I was pushed into the background when the two of walked into Trish's house. I had spoken to Trish the moment you both left me behind to play detective and make out with each other." Rose flushed red.
"We aren't together!" Rosed said embarrassed.
I hummed. "Not the impression you two give. Not that it matters. The whole situation is that you ignore me. I was ignored at the Christmas invasion. No one cared. It's okay, I'm used to that. I grew up with no one caring who I really was, I was raised to be a martyr. Being ignored isn't new to me."
"I'm sorry." Rose muttered.
I sighed and sat up. "Don't be." I looked at this blond, silly girl. The Doctor would be heart broken with her gone. "When you help the Doctor. Don't let go. Your grip needs to be solid, it can't slip. If you do, you will loss him."
Rose looked at me. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means don't let got, or the Doctor with be heartbroken. You'll be out of his reach. I don't want to see the Doctor heartbroken."
Suddenly a light surrounded me. It was a familiar golden light. One second I was with Rose and the next I was back in my bed at home. I looked around. I grabbed my phone and looked for the date. It was the year 2006. I was back.