Hi guys! so in this chapter, Harry will show Joe his scars that he received during his detentions with the Toad(I mean Umbridge). And Joe will do
what he does best, Heals people. And then, Joe and Umbridge will spar for a second time. (Warning, Graphic descriptions of wounds. If you're a bit squeamish, then I apologize) Hermione: Guess it's my turn. Fine, Timeandrelativeawesomeness does not own Doctor Who or Harry Potter. Harry: wait, people own me? Me: that's a story for another time, Kiddo.
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But without further ado, I present the sixteenth chapter of Harry Potter and the Timelord *insert round of applause from the audience*
It was a few minutes past midnight when Harry finally stumbled into the Gryffindor common room. Hissing with pain, He applied more pressure onto his right hand.
Which was bleeding profusely. "She's sick. She's a sick, twisted, old hag" harry thought angrily to himself. upon seeing the common room was deserted, Harry
stumbled onto one of the lounges. laying down face forward, he did the one thing that he swore he would never do this year. He started to cry. "Why god? What did I
do to deserve this hell?"harry sobbed into one of the pillows. "Why can't I just have one year that's normal where people don't think that i'm a crazy, lunatic bastard?"
he cried softly. "I'm telling the truth. And still, people think that i'm nothing but a liar or a attention seeking brat!" Harry whispered to himself, trying to prevent
himself from waking people up. Suddenly, he was pulled into an embrace by someone he couldn't see. "let it all go luv, it's not good to bottle it all in." Hermione
whispered into his ear.
Obeying her, Harry continued to sob. When Hermione held harry's right hand, she heard a yelp of pain coming from his buried face. "lumos" she muttered. Her wand
Illuminated revealing a ghastly scene. What she saw, made her gasp. His right hand was covered with red, inflamed scars. upon closer examination,each of the scars
looked like a letter. And they seemingly seemed to spell out a sentence."I must not tell lies " Hermione read in a cold tone. Hearing this, Harry tried to withdraw his
hand from her grip. But it was useless, for she had a strong grip. "Who did this?" Hermione demanded in a soft yet intense tone. "She said that n-n-nobody would
ever believe me if told anybody what she made me do too myself" Harry said in a frightened tone. There was a deadly silence. "Who's she?" Hermione asked softly.
"Umbridge"Harry whimpered,when another round of pain went through his right hand. Cursing under her breath, Hermione placed her boyfriend's head onto her lap
as she sat down. "You need to tell somebody about this." she told him. "No. I'm not giving her the satisfaction that she's getting too me." Harry said in a stern voice.
"And besides" he sighed while chuckling weakly."Who would ever want too listen to my issues?" harry said in a hollow voice. Hermione then elbowed him on the side
of his head. "What was that for?" he whined, while rubbing the side of his head that got hit. "You prat. You have 2 Timelords, your mum, You have Rose Tyler and the
other Professors. And you got me." she ranted at him. "Joe's a healer and he doesn't have much influence. The doctor and rose aren't magical. Also, everyone
besides the member of The Order thinks that my Mum is dead. And the Professors can't do much against Umbridge since she's the High Inquisitor and has Fudge
backing her up. No offence, we're just students. We just deal with whatever we're given." Harry retorted angrily. "Regardless, please go visit Joe in the morning.
Because your hand looks likes it starting to get an infection." Hermione said with worry. "Why in the morning?" Harry asked. "Hello? it's 12:10 AM. And right now, it's
a Saturday." Hermione explained exasperatedly. "Fine" Harry huffed. "I'll go in the morning, on one condition." He said. "And what condition is that?" Hermione
asked. "That you accompany me tomorrow. in case, Joe looses it." Harry said. "And besides, you haven't seen Joe since we arrived here." he added. "Fine" Hermione
answered, a few seconds later. "Alright then" Harry said with a grin. "Oh and 'Mione?" Harry called as he started to walk upstairs towards his dormitory. "yes harry?"
Hermione answered. "I love you" He said while walking up the stairs. "I love you too" she called after him. After hearing a door being closed upstairs, hermione
flopped back onto one of the couches in the common room. "I love you Harry" she murmured while closing her eyes.
"My god! In god we trust, but we'll never really know what got discussed." Joe hummed the next morning, while brushing his teeth in his office. Timelords didn't have
to brush their teeth. But he,like the doctor, liked the way the toothpastes minty feeling felt on his teeth. "Click-boom then it happened. but no one was in th-" joe
was about finish before being cut off by knocks on his office door. "One moment!" he yelled as he rinsed his mouth with water. He opened his office's door a few
moments later. "Hey guys." Joe said happily after seeing who it was. "Hi. Ummm,joe?" Hermione asked stared down at his own shoes,trying to avoid
Joe's eyes. "Yes?" Joe replied, noticing Harry's bandaged hand. "Harry wants to show you something." Hermione said. "Come into my office and show me whatcha
got." Joe said to them while heading back into his office. Harry and Hermione sat down on one of the three comfy red velvet couches. Joe then proceeded to sit down
right next to them. "So what is it that you wanted to show me?" Joe asked in a serious tone. "Well" harry started, before taking a audible gulp. Hermione took his left
hand and gave him a reassuring squeeze. Taking a deep breath, Harry continued. "Well, I've got these scars on my right hand that I want you too have a look at."
Harry said in slightly panicked tone. "Alright then" Joe said calmly. Taking his wand out, Joe used a nonverbal "Diffindo" charm. The bandages split in half, allowing
Joe to pull them off. Joe became horrified by what he saw. "What in the hell?" joe muttered to himself while putting on his wire frame glasses. He began to examine
the grizzly scars. And with each moment passing moment Joe thought he was going to be sick. He saw fellow soldiers endure ghastly wounds during the Last Great
Time War. And during his time as a combat medic, Joe thought he'd seen it all. But this, this was torture. "What Harry went through was pure,unadulterated torture"
he thought angrily to himself. steeling himself for the answers that he was going to get, Joe started to ask questions. "Who Did this? And where did you get these
scars?" Joe asked in a quiet yet deadly voice. "I got these scars whenever I had detention with Umbridge." Harry murmured with his head held low, as though he was
ashamed of himself. Joe then placed a finger under Harry's chin and raised it up. "There's nothing to be ashamed of" Joe told the young man in a comforting voice.
Joe then proceeded to take a bowl out of the medical storage and went ahead by poured Murtlap essence into the bowl until it was filled half way. Then, Joe placed
the bowl on the wooden coffee table that was in front of Harry. "Harry, I'm going too need you to place your right hand in the bowl." Joe said as he was getting a
White Towel from the bathroom. He returned with a white,fluffy towel. Joe than grabbed harry's right hand by the wrist and held it over the bowl. "Are you ready?
because it's going to hurt. A lot" Joe asked Harry. "Just get it over with" Harry said with his eye lids shut, awaiting the future and intolerable pain. "Hermione, I need
you to hold onto the bowl so it doesn't go flying when Harry tries to take it out too early."Joe instructed Hermione. "What are you going too do?" She asked with a
concerned face. "My job Frau Granger? I'm going to be the one who makes sure that Harry doesn't attempt too take his hand out of the bowl" joe said in a half
serious tone while he was rolling up his sleeves. Nodding nervously, Hermione held the bowl firmly in place. Harry got closer to the coffee table and nodded that he
was ready. "On 3. 1,2,drei" Joe counted before placing Harry's hand in the bowl. Joe then placed Harry's Scarred hand into the bowl. To prevent accidents, Joe wore
black rubber gloves and then held harry's hand down by the wrist. The potion began to bubble and hiss with growing intensity with each second that the hand was in
there. Harry began to scream like he was being bloody murdered.
"OH GOD!" Harry howled in pain. "I told ya" Joe said to himself. "You're lucky you decided too show this to me now rather than later." Joe said to Harry. "Why?" Harry
asked rather loudly, getting ready for round 2 of the pain. "If you had showed me this later rather than now, I would've been forced to remove your hand." Joe told
Harry. "What?!" Hermione and Harry yelled in unison. It was then, that a new round of pain began to course through Harry's veins. Causing him to shriek. "DAMMIT,
THIS FEELS LIKE GOING THROUGH ALL SEVEN CIRCLES OF HELL!" Harry shrieked. Both Joe and Hermione's eyebrows raised in surprise at this statement. Joe
decided to explain what would've happened if Harry's Hand got infected enough "The hand would've became infected, which would've eventually start to poison you!"
Joe yelled over Harry's shrieks of agony. As soon as Joe said that, the potion's bubbling and hissing became softer. "See? Almost done." Joe said reassuringly too the
suffering teen. "What is going on?" lily's voice came from behind him. She was standing there with horror and concern written on her face. Ten and Rose also stood
there next to her. "Shite, this isn't good." Joe said to himself. "I was healing harry's injuries that he was receiving during his detentions." Joe explained calmly. Yet
rage was present in his eyes. "WHAT?" Ten shouted in horror and rage. Lily and Rose looked like they were going to be sick. Suddenly they heard a painful sigh
coming from Harry. "Help!" Hermione cried in fear. the other four were beside her and harry's side in a flash. Joe decided to pull harry's right hand out of the bowl
since the bubbling and hissing stopped. There was steam coming off of the newly healed hand. But there were still faint red scars still on the hand. "I must not tell
lies" ten read, with squinted eyes. "Hello? We got a unconscious teen here!" Joe told ten exasperatedly. "Why did harry faint?" lily asked shrilly. "The pain was too
much for him too bear." Joe explained. Joe and ten then took out there sonic screwdrivers and began too take scans of the unconsciousness teen. "well, at least he's
breathing." ten said, obviously relieved. Joe then noticed that both ten and rose's clothes were ruffled. "As if they were thrown to the ground." Joe observed
thoughtfully. Shaking his head, Joe went back to taking scans. When Joe rubbed Harry's back for no reason, he heard a slight whimper of pain. "Harry? Are you
alright?" Joe asked. Harry let out another loud groan. "Harry, who gave you these scars?" Lily asked softly, as soon as she was by her son's side. "Umbridge.
Bloodquill." Harry panted before passing out again. Joe, lily and Hermione were pissed to say the least. Meanwhile, The Doctor and Rose where Horrified and
confused."OK, now she's dead." joe snarled. "She did this with Bloodquill? That old, twisted Hag!" Lily said loudly. "What's a Bloodquill by the way?" Ten asked. "It's a
special quill where the writer signs in his own blood, and you only use them for signing marriage licenses or really important bank statements." Hermione explained
with barely calm voice. "But that's sick!" Rose gasped. Ten looked like he was going too be sick. "I know, but we can't do anything about that right now." Joe told her
while taking his wand out. Getting up, he beckoned Ten to follow him. "Where are you going?" Lily asked with suspicion and anger when she saw that Joe was leaving
the room. "Doing what's right." Joe said cryptically. "Which is?" ten asked while following Joe. "Stopping Dolores." Joe said in a deadly calm voice while increasing his
stride. "Stopping me from doing what, Healer Smith?" a sickening sweet voice came from the entrance of the Hospital wing. Umbridge was there flanked by 3
students of the inquisitorial squad. "Stopping you from harming anymore student's with your sick twisted ways." Joe said with rage. "What do you mean?" Dolores
asked in that sick, simpering voice of her's. Ten looked like he was about to explode in anger. "Oh you know Dolores." Joe said nonchalantly. "I Must Not Tell Lies."
Joe whispered to her. "The brat got what he deserved." Umbridge sneered. "That 'brat', is a really good friend of mine who speaks the truth!" Ten said with gritted
teeth. "And, seeing as I was one of the individuals that dueled Voldemort too a standstill in the graveyard, i'm inclined to say that he is indeed back." Joe added
dangerously. "Then you are nothing but a gossiping Mudblood healer who seeks to destabilize the ministry." Dolores sneered evilly. Joe's hands turned to fists at this
statement. Ten also noticed that his fellow Timelord hands started to shake with anger. "Need I remind you Umbitch, that blood purists like you are nothing but Nazi's
with the ability too do magic." Joe snarled. "You filthy Mudblood!" Dolores cried while whipping out her pink paint coated wand. Her actions were then copied by her
three lackey's. "Why must everything resort to violence?" Ten sighed sadly while taking out his sonic screwdriver. Joe in return, took his wand from his right pocket
with lightning speed. "Care too repeat that statement?" Joe asked in a ice cold voice while gripping the wand with his right. Deciding to further intimate her, joe took
out his sonic screwdriver with his left hand. Then with a flick of his left wrist, he extended the claws of his sonic screwdriver. Moments passed before Dolores decided
to speak up. "Drawing your wand on a ministry official? I thought you knew better Smith." Dolores sighed girlishly. If she could arrest Joe on some trumped up
charge, then she would be removing a major thorn in her side when it came to inspecting the staff. But joe wasn't going to give that reason too her. "If I recall
correctly Dolores, you drew first." Joe retorted smartly. 'Don't give her a reason so she can arrest you.' Ten warned joe mentally. 'One more insult ought too do it' joe
replied mentally. "I Must Not Tell Lies. Are you familiar with that statement?" Joe said with a brow raised. Umbridge's face turned beet red at this statement. "Potter
deserved what I made him do too himself!" She shrieked. "You know what i'm going too do now Dolores?" joe asked seriously. "And what is it?" Umbridge asked
angrily. "Walking away." joe simply said while putting his wand and sonic screwdriver back into their correct pockets in his jacket. "Come along Doctor" Joe simply said
too the doctor as he was walking back to the hospital wing. Ten then followed swiftly behind Joe, leaving a pissed Umbridge behind them. "I really need to try that
tactic sometime." ten said too himself.
AN: Holy crap balls! This was a really fun chapter too crank out. Also, Don't forget what I said about writing those reviews guys!