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September the First didn't seem to come quickly enough for the Doctor. Following the incident with Carl the Fish, as that was what Eleven had named him, it was declared the final straw, and that was how Nine and Eleven settled for a petty prank war instead. Frankly, the Doctors were glad enough to be out and about, not just cooped up in the TARDIS.

So, come September morning, the TARDIS engines ground to a halt as she landed on a street corner, with King's Cross just a minute's walk away. The door slowly yawned open.

The first thing to fly out was a trunk. It hit the pavement with a thump. On the side, written in a messy scribble in the bottom right hand corner, was John Smith. Then another two followed suit, skidding to a halt next to the first.

The lids of the latter two rose up, revealing a cautious looking Ten and Eleven.

"Off you pop. Go and learn magic things."

Twelve's head stuck out from the TARDIS doors, eyebrows drawn together in a glower. He slammed the doors shut. If anything, the prank war had affected him the most, it being based in his TARDIS, after all. Not a moment later, she started to fade, some odd papers and leaves swirling into the air around her until there was nothing but air in that space.

"Oh dear. Are we good? Are we well? Did he just-"

"Yeah…"

Ten and Eleven's shared look of bemusement and slight pain from the not so soft landing was interrupted by Nine, who had emerged from the depths of his trunk. The youngest of them fully pulled up the lids of his future selves' trunks, crossing his arms expectantly.

"Ah. Right. Yes. Sorry, we were just-"

"I know. Feel free to move whenever you want to, it's not like we'll end up being late or anything." With a little bit of hurrying and a bit of almost getting stuck, Ten and Eleven wriggled out from their trunks, smoothing out their clothes.

Even though Ten's hair was as uncontrollable as it ever was, there simply just wasn't a smaller size of his beloved coat, and had to just settle for a version of his brown pinstripes that actually fit. This was a fact that Eleven and Nine both took great pleasure in teasing over him, as they had managed to find practically exact dupes of their normal clothes, if not, just a tad bit overlarge for their small frames.

Said Ten grinned. "Allons-y!"


The three stood in the middle of the bustling King's Cross, trunks all stacked up on a singular trolley and rather precariously, at that. Ten had once again reclaimed his book from Twelve, and was now paging through it to find a description of where to go.

"Here we are! Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, three quarters the way between nine and ten, and no, I don't mean me and Grumpy here, the platforms, although technically-" He looked up, finding himself left behind by the rest of himself.

"Hee-ey! Wait up!"

Ten dashed to catch up, not even blinking as he passed through the barrier and onto the platform, where the gleaming red of the Hogwarts Express shone before him. For a moment, he was struck speechless at the sudden change of scenery, before two other simultaneous sounds of amusement drew his attention away from the steam engine and onto Nine and Eleven, each leaning on the trolley. Ten gave a small frown, but it soon changed to amusement of his own as two fell, bumping heads. The trolley rolled to a stop before him, which he peered around, opening his mouth in a crow of delight, yet was silenced by Nine's death glare.

Eleven, rubbing his head slightly, snatched back the trolley from the hands of Ten. "Oh good, for once, the motor mouth isn't saying anything." He sounded both pleased and a bit smug as well.

"Oh, don't start." Ten rolled his eyes, following his other two selves. The trio, with some shuffling and some muffled curses in Gallifreyan, managed to heave their trunks onto the train and into an empty compartment.

A little out of breath, the three Time Lords fell back onto the seats. Eleven was the first to vaguely even sit up. "Have you noticed," he took a breath, "That after all that running, something isn't adding up?"

Nine shot him a dirty look, the two still having not fully resolved their conflicts. "I'll tell you what isn't adding up," Here, he also had to pause for breath, "You do realise we aren't actually full grown right now. That sort of thing usually comes with side effects."

"Oi! I'm not stupid, you know!"

"Really? I hadn't noticed. Not with the way you keep blabbering on-"

"Me? More like the porcupine-"

"Can you all just shut up for a moment? Because I mean, the psychological effects of cabin fever shouldn't have persisted until now, unless this has to do with the prank war, which if you ask me, I have had enough of. Therefore, under Doctor's orders, I-"

"SHUT UP!"

"-prescribe aquarium therapy for the both of you."

Seemingly completely unaffected by both his fatigue and the outburst from Nine and Eleven, Ten heaved open the latter's trunk and bent in, oblivious to his complaints. A few moments were spent rummaging, but soon he straightened up, grasping Carl's fishbowl. Shutting the lid, he delicately placed it on top. However, this seemed like all he could take, as a moment later, Ten sank back onto the seat, unmoving.

And for a while, there was peace. Carl the Fish, who was actually feeling rather scared and also a bit shocked, swam around, wondering what was going on. The Hogwarts Express started up with a jolt, which only served to startle the poor goldfish even more. But, in all regards, Ten's aquarium therapy seemed to have worked, as the two squabblers were surprisingly content to sit and watch Carl swim around.


The English countryside was blurring past them when there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a series of clatters. The occupants of the compartment jumped, but Ten, sat closest to the door, dragged it open.

There stood the kindly witch with the sweets trolley.

"Anything off the trolley, dears?"

"Uh," Ten glanced back to his other selves, out of which, Nine rolled his eyes and shrugged, but Eleven smiled broadly and flashed his past self a thumbs up. "Sure,"

Ten dug into his pockets for a moment, coming up with a handful of gold and silver coins. He deliberated for a moment, but the witch had nothing but patience. Eventually he decided on a bit of everything. He wasn't buying just for himself, after all. If there was anything at all that he didn't like, maybe his future self would…

Ten pushed the door closed with his foot, dumping all of the food he'd bought onto an empty seat before sitting down himself. All three Doctors stared apprehensively at the pile for a moment, but Eleven was the first to take the plunge.

He reached for the pile, hand hovering for a small moment before settling on a box marked 'Chocolate Frogs'. The Time Lord looked at it dubiously, but there was also clear excitement on his face as well.

Eleven opened the box, pulling out a singular wrapped frog. With a shrug, he upended the box, scooping up a few and lobbing them at Ten and Nine. So aforementioned Doctors both made sounds of surprise and indignation. It was clear that none of them expected to have chocolate flying at them.

Meanwhile, Eleven had already unwrapped his frog, and was currently inspecting the wriggling chocolate. "You know," He remarked suddenly, "I wouldn't want to eat this, normally. But, when in Rome," He shrugged again, and took a bite of the Chocolate Frog. The thing sort of just fell limp after that.

Nine and Ten were looking at him somewhat oddly, but the eldest simply returned their gazes with an offended look. He set aside the card that came with it and swallowed audibly.

"What? It's good."

"Never mind…" Nine and Ten averted their eyes, and also started on their frogs as well.

The next half hour to hour was spent in a similar vein, from finishing the Chocolate Frogs and moving onto Bertie Bott's Beans.(It seemed as if they hadn't, as of yet, found anything that was either unidentifiable or disliked.)

But even that eventually ran out, and so, followed a session in which one would simply take something out of the pile, eat it, and if there were any others, give some to someone else.

In the midst of nibbling at Pumpkin Pasties, the door was opened by a rather nervous boy with blonde hair and a round face.

"Have you seen-"

"No, but if I were you, I'd go check around the toilets, because that's where you're most likely to find dank, damp things like toads, not that I have anything against toads, but honestly, they are a bit temperamental like that…Just don't tell him I said that."

Neville, who had barely managed to even ask, found this a bit too much, never minding the fact that they seemed to know what he was looking for without him even saying so. He nodded dumbly and closed the door on Ten, who blinked owlishly. He turned to the others, frowning.

"Was it something I said?"

"Yeah, you could say that…" Eleven coughed delicately, muffling a laugh. Meanwhile, Nine echoed Ten's frown. There was just something about this situation…

It was about a minute later that the door was opened again, this time by Neville and…

"Dear Rassilon, you can't be-!"

At this point, Eleven swamped Ten before the Time Lord's force-of-nature of a mouth could say anything else, clapping a hand over it and smiling genially at the two, who looked on, confused. "Ah, you'll have to excuse my friend here. He's a right old laugh, he is, but I'm sure you won't want to hear anything of his…"

For Nine, the gears in his mind fell into place as much as his jaw did. Frankly, he had no idea how they'd missed this…but it changed everything.

Somewhat disconcertingly, Hermione Granger cleared her throat and looked shrewdly at the trio, ignoring Neville behind her.

"Any of you seen a toad? Neville's lost his."

Eleven, still muffling Ten's protests and attempts to escape, responded, unperturbed by his past self's struggling.

"Oh, sorry, no. We did suggest checking the toilets, but you know toads, they haven't got the best sense of direction. Might still be where you left it."

Hermione seemed to consider this for a minute.

"Hm, alright. I expect you'll want to change soon, seeing as we'll almost be there." She eyed the three's clothes, gaze lingering on Eleven's bow tie and Ten's pinstripes.

And she was gone, Neville seemingly following helplessly behind her.

Eleven released Ten, falling back onto his own seat. The latter glared at the former.

"What was that?! I had the situation in hand! I wasn't gonna say anything, I swear!"

Eleven snorted. "Oh, sure. Sure, sure. You nearly blew us!"

"Well, who would pass up a chance to talk to Hermione Granger?!"

He trailed off at the end of his sentence, eyes widening slightly in shock. He'd finally realised, and judging by Eleven, he had as well.

"Oh look, the two idiots finally realised. Yes, the year is indeed, and in fact, 1991. Ring a bell?" Nine's dry remark snapped the two from whatever stupor they were in.

"But then-"

"-The Stone! Troll in the dungeons-!"

"-Harry Potter!"

"And ring-a-ding-ding-ding, we have a winner!" Nine seemed none too impressed.

"But this means-"Ten hissed.

"We're right in the middle of everything!"

"And your ability to state the obvious astounds me." The youngest crossed his arms, replying deadpan.

There wasn't really anything Ten and Eleven could retaliate with, so they simply slumped.

"There really isn't anything we can do, isn't there…"

There was suddenly a great deal of commotion outside, from what sounded like the next compartment over. Ten shot up, opening the door a smidge, only to catch sight of the retreating backs of whom he now knew to Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy. He slid it closed.

"What was that?"

Ten laughed somewhat nervously. Oh dear. This was actually happening.

"Nothing."

Eleven sniffed, clearly unwilling to accept the response, but otherwise, said nothing about it.

"You know, I think we really should change right about now."

Carl the Fish was again, surprised to find himself moving, but this time, it was back into Eleven's trunk, him and a burgundy coat being exchanged for robes.

Nine and Ten mirrored Eleven, perhaps, slightly grudgingly. The former also had to exchange his leather jacket for the robes. Now sat in the compartment, all three were feeling somewhat silly, in what could really be called a glorified dress.

"We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minute's time. Please leave your belongings on the train. It will be taken to the school separately."

And so, the three left the relative comfort of their compartment, heading out into the sea of people. They were jostled about, not really moving as to more of being moved, but were able to keep in sight of each other.

The crowd thinned out slightly as they left the Express and ventured into the platform. They stood there for a moment, not too sure where to go, but thankfully the booming voice of Hagrid drew the Doctor/s over to his massive bulk.

Absently following with the crowd of first years, the collective "Oooh" did not exclude them at the sight of the castle. Given the fact that even though the Doctor had seen many castles in his long life, some were much deserved of how grand they were, and, Hogwarts was included.

With some jostling for space, the three succeeded in cramming, along with another boy, into the small boat that would cross the lake into the castle. Without further ado, the fleet of boats pushed off from the shore, drifting over the lake.

The backdrop of Hogwarts against the starry sky reflected on the lake, shaking slightly as the boats caused ripples over the water's surface. For the Doctor, they looked wistfully up or down at the stars, knowing that out there, somewhere, was somewhere they had been, and by extension, their home universe.

However nostalgic they were feeling, the boats landed ashore a subterranean harbour of sorts, those three were one of the first to step foot on the ground.

Positively bursting with excitement, the Doctor awaited with bated breath as Hagrid knocked on the ancient oaken door; the gateway to a land of magic and mystery.


Whew! Anyway, I am now on holidays! Honestly, I would have gotten this up earlier, but, I unexpectedly went on vacation to somewhere snowy, with not a lot of wifi. On the plus side though, I made a snow Dalek :D But, if it's any consolation, chapters should be somewhat more frequent for the next week or so. Next chapter, sorting :3