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Reunions

"Oh, my God," Harry murmured, stumbling backwards a little as he stared on, dumbfounded.

One of his friends was standing stock-still behind him, once loving, chocolate-brown eyes now glowing bright with a golden fire that shone out from within her very skin. Her soul had to have been gold, as did the blood that swam through her veins, alive as it was with its pulsing bullion hue.

"My Doctor needs me," she half-whispered, her eyes shining, sparkling like dancing fireflies as she practically glided over to them.

"What are you?" Harry croaked, eyes so wide he wouldn't have been surprised if they popped right out of their sockets.

"I am the Bad Wolf," Rose replied, those golden orbs of hers brightening with every word she spoke. "I am here to restore peace."

"Fat chance of that," Harry muttered, glaring suddenly at Death, whose own gleamingly red eyes were focussed upon the ethereal being standing mere inches from him. "Can you help him?" he asked, turning back to Rose and nodding towards the Doctor, barely daring to even breathe.

The Bad Wolf nodded.

"Yes."

Harry nodded too and automatically jumped backwards, leaving Rose enough room to crouch beside their fallen friend. Death too appeared to be giving them a wide berth, as he stood to one side, apparently enraptured by the unfolding events playing out before him. Harry half-smirked at the look of pure amazement that was adorning the Great One's cloaked features, those scarlet eyes of his glittering with wonder and untameable excitement.

And both could only look on in astonishment, as Rose Tyler and the Doctor became One.

Rose could feel the TARDIS. She was burning within her mind.

Her head, her very core … everything was burning. The Time Vortex was swirling and changing and gliding throughout her being with ease, as though it had always been there. As though it knew exactly where to go.

Rose knew that the TARDIS was to join them. The insistent feeling within her head – the one that had been the TARDIS asking her to guide her to the Doctor - was all she needed to know that soon they would all be together again. After all, not one of them would be if it weren't for the Doctor.

And Rose Tyler, the TARDIS and the Bad Wolf were all in agreement on that.

Which is why they had to save him.

So with Rose's permission, the TARDIS entered the dematerialisation phase.

It would be mere minutes before She resurfaced.

Rose wasn't worried for her. They were One, now. The Bad Wolf knew full well that the TARDIS would arrive safely.

And with that done, Rose could fully drag herself from the depths of the Time Vortex for a few precious seconds. Just long enough to realise the complete truth of what was happening around her.

Those flames … they were consuming her! They burned her inner soul, scorching, maiming, searing her as she blinked back tears of pain. Her head … God, it was killing her! She had to end this!

…

But all she could see was the Doctor.

Always the Doctor.

There he lay, motionless, defenceless, vulnerable.

Dying.

And ignoring the pain, pushing away her fears that if she let go now, the Bad Wolf would take over completely, Rose Tyler leant forwards, pressing her moist and trembling lips against the Doctor's shivering, half-parted ones.

In an expression of desperation.

In an expression of relief.

In an expression of love.

Voldemort's eyes were wider than saucers as he stared, gobsmacked, at Jack, as the late Captain struggled to his feet.

"That's not possible," he spat, venomously, his tones low and clipped.

In reply, Jack Harkness - now fully stable and with a hatred blacker than the blackest night burning like fire within his veins – hopped about from foot to foot, waved his arms around in windmill style, cricked his neck once, slapped his knee, and then reached down for his gun and pointed it at the ceiling, letting a resonating crack! pierce the stillness as the shot burst forth.

Perfectly alive, then.

"You were saying?"

Voldemort's eyes were narrowed slits; even narrower than they had been to begin with, which was quite an achievement in itself.

Jack merely grinned, sparing a glance over his shoulder at the 'terrible twosome' and their adult counterparts. Neville, Luna, Tonks and Lupin were all beaming at him, smiles stretching right across the widths of their faces as they stared on with wonder.

"But that's not possible!" Voldemort hissed again, wand raised in preparation, but the curse refusing to fly forth from his lips. "No-one could survive that!"

"Oh, really?" Luna called, quite cockily despite the feelings of bouncing fear that were eating away at her insides. "How's Harry still alive, then?"

Almost tactfully for once, Voldemort remained silent, instead glaring daggers at the medical miracle that was Captain Jack Harkness.

Who was half-smiling back, pocketing his gun once again after admitting that - in this world - a bullet would do no good.

"Want to know a little secret?" he asked, taking a threatening step forwards, his eyes ablaze and his hands visibly shaking with rage. He stopped, the pair being almost nose-to-nose as they stared intently at one another, looks of pure hatred mirrored upon both ashen faces.

Leaning in a little, Jack flicked a speck of dust from Voldemort's arm sleeve and hissed into his ear, his words venom-laced and strong, "I can't die."

And with a laugh of triumph he jumped backwards, as the room suddenly echoed with a chorus of a thousand curses, and every single colour imaginable burst forth from the wands of the Order.

All heading straight for the Dark Lord.

A whirring, thrumming hum flickered into existence within the flame-lit cave, and the Bad Wolf smiled, pulling away from the Doctor's lips to stare in delight at the iridescent blue light fading into place just behind them.

"She's here, Doctor," she whispered, her gold-specked eyes dancing with glee as she stared down at his unmoving form, willing him to wake up. "It is time. The Universe needs you."

The noise was growing, the light flashing its warning with strengthened resolve, as the TARDIS flickered into and out of focus.

Fully convinced that the time had come, the Bad Wolf considered the vicious wounds that littered his once perfect body, her heart melting as she fully realised just how much pain dear Rose had caused him. Nodding in determination, she allowed herself to offer him one tiny, chaste kiss, before she sat back on her heels and authorized the Power of the TARDIS to flow into her completely. Feeling its delighted thrum beneath her fingertips strengthening by the second, the Bad Wolf granted the Doctor with but one look, the intensity of the goldness growing within her eyes, and as if by magic, the wounds began to stitch themselves together.

One by one.

Leaving nothing but flawless, smooth but ashen-white skin behind.

No blood. No abrasions, no wounds whatsoever. Nothing.

And as the TARDIS fully materialised, the Bad Wolf's ethereal smile of beauty widened incredibly.

For the Doctor was stirring.

Pain.

Burning, searing, screaming pain.

Endless, timeless, surrounding.

Retreating away into himself, the Doctor shivered uncontrollably, as nine hundred year's worth of memories were plucked slowly and steadily from his mind.

But … wait …

Where had that other pain gone? There had been an underlying sting … something to do with his body … something that had hurt like Hell but now no longer did.

Wait …

Those wounds … they were gone …

He was healed.

What the Hell ?!

Suddenly fully aware that his mind was on fire, and that apart from that he seemed to be in perfect health, the Doctor moaned slightly, half-gasping as memory after memory was plucked straight out of his head.

But the onslaught had diminished slightly.

Somehow … amazingly … he had time.

Albeit very little, but it was still there, nonetheless.

Mentally screaming but biting down upon his tongue to stop it from escaping his swollen lips, the Doctor inhaled sharply, his eyes snapping open and darting about above him in unbridled desperation.

Until they focussed properly upon the person sitting directly beside him, legs now crossed as she smiled down at him warmly, her eyes glittering with knowledge way beyond any human's limits.

The person who had, until mere minutes ago, been Rose Tyler.

And his hearts stopped, the throbbing inside his head suddenly seeming like a walk in the park when compared with the awful truth that was biting away at him now.

The Bad Wolf was back.

Half regretting the fact that he was about to miss out on an immense amount of action but knowing full well that he had a much more urgent matter to attend to, Jack hurried as inconspicuously as he could to the still wide open door.

While Voldemort and his newly summoned cronies were preoccupied with the Order's attack, he needed to find Teri.

And fast.

"Right, cellar," he murmured to himself, whipping out his gun as he all but glided down the first staircase and pegged it through a blackened corridor, his heart racing and the blood pounding in his ears.

The thrill of the chase was such a wonderful feeling, as was the adrenaline pumping itself around his body in place of the oxygen that he more than probably needed instead.

Ahh, what the Hell? You only live once, right?

Face set, the butterflies flying around with renewed vigour in the pit of his stomach, Jack practically flew down the next staircase, stumbling to a halt as he neared the bottom and leaving his arm outstretched, aim steady as he inched towards the wall and hid himself in the shadows.

His steps were echoing a little, but then walking upon a stone floor made it near on impossible to avoid that. So he focussed on making those echoing steps as quiet as possible.

Three more steps.

Just two more!

Last one!

Bang!

Peering around the corridor and spotting the bleeding lump that was a black-robed and black-hooded figure, Jack was relieved to see that that shot had actually worked. So perhaps it was only in Voldemort's presence that the bullets wouldn't fire. Odd, that, but then this entire planet was odd, period.

And judging by the guy's presence down here, being the only guy around when the rest of Voldemort's right hand men were fighting for – and losing – their lives upstairs, he was quite obviously guarding something.

Or someone.

Teri.

A half-smile illuminating his exhausted features, Jack shuffled slowly forwards, taking great care to stand on the guard's legs as he passed.

Stopping beside the now perfectly unprotected door, Jack held his breath and tentatively kicked out at it, sending the wooden entrance flying wide open. Letting out that breath, he gripped onto his gun with two hands, and threw himself into the chamber, arms raised and eyes wide.

And as he took in the metal table standing mock-majestically before him, as he considered the quite evidently 'alien' machinery that littered the room, as he focussed intently upon the motionless being slumped against the steel counter, attached to wire after wire after wire, Jack's jaw dropped in horror.

And the gun slipped easily from his grasp as he shot forwards, a haunted desperation shocking him into action.

There was a clatter from within the blackness, and Harry's gaze lifted quickly, his fingers tightening around the wand in his hand, but he soon relaxed the hold as six people practically fell into Death's quarters, all squealing with delight and three of them running over and flinging arms around his neck.

"Harry!"

Harry's eyes widened in relief, and he grinned, his face stretching with delight as Ginny, Ron and Hermione all struggled to hug him hardest, none of them caring that their friend was pretty close to being suffocated.

"Oh, my God, I'm so glad you're alright!" Ginny half-sobbed, laughing with relief.

The Twins had run over too, and both were now patting him jovially on the back, but only when Harry managed to gasp out, "choking … not breathing … not … good!" did his friends let him go. The Master hung back, standing beside the 'doorway', his gaze locked upon the Doctor who was now struggling up into a sitting position, his own eyes riveted to his companion.

Ginny had tears within her eyes as she reached up and kissed him, leaving Ron to turn away with an uncomfortable look upon his face. He shared a look with the Twins, who were both sniggering behind their hands, and glanced across to Hermione who seemed quite over the moon with the display of affection.

Pulling back a little, Harry let Ginny's hand slip comfortably into his and moved to stand beside Ron and Hermione, who were staring intently at him, smiling with admiration.

"You alright, Herms?" Harry asked, his tone serious.

Hermione nodded.

"Perfect. That cure worked wonders!" She paused, frowning, and then nodded towards the Being of Darkness stood mere feet from them, staring in wonder at the strange Blue Box now standing stock still beside him. "Glad you are, too. Did you find out everything you needed?"

Harry nodded back, sparing Death a glance before focussing once again upon the Doctor and Rose.

"RAB was Regulus Black. He did destroy that locket. And Wormtail's killed Nagini."

As he'd expected, the stunned silence that greeted his words was so thick it could probably have been sliced through. He glanced back again to see that Ron's eyes were as wide as saucers, and Hermione seemed to be momentarily lost for words.

"Sirius' brother ?!" Ron shrieked, shaking his head in denial.

Harry nodded glumly, crushing it.

"Yeah. Odd, isn't it? Two of his most faithful followers have aided in his downfall. Couldn't quite believe it myself, till I saw just how much fun Death was having when he told me. There's just something about him … just this look in his eyes, and you know that he's telling the truth."

"That's all backwards, that is," Ron agreed, staring off with a glazed expression upon his face. Hermione however, was staring at Harry, having recovered from the shock of discovery already, her eyes betraying her comfortable stance as she struggled to read his features for any sign of an answer to her next question.

"And the last Horcrux?" she asked breathlessly, her heart jumping up and constricting her throat.

Quite to the contrary though, Harry's heart dropped instead.

"Oh, damnit!" he spat, shaking his head and slapping himself on the forehead with quite unnecessary force. "I forgot to ask! We just got so caught-up, what with the Doctor discovering that he isn't the last Time Lord, anymore."

"Well I'd find out if I were you. Just one more and Voldemort's gonna be in big trouble," Ginny whispered, still staring at the Doctor as he struggled to his feet.

But Hermione had lost focus upon the conversation the moment Harry mentioned the Doctor.

"Not the Last –?"

Harry shook his head before she could finish.

"That girl … the one from his story, the one who escaped to the TARDIS with him. She survived."

Silence. Even the Twins were speechless.

Hermione stared down at the Doctor's unmoving form, her eyes bright with unshed tears.

"But … how ?! He was so adamant! He swore he'd know if there'd been anyone else! I mean, I know why the Master's here – he was taken from a time way before the Time War so he doesn't count, but –"

"What ?!"

Everyone jumped.

It was the Doctor. His voice sounded so strained, his pain-racked expression simply refused to lift itself from Rose's glowing features, but his attention had been thrown a line, nonetheless.

Hermione squeaked and shot forwards, the Master shuffling in a little closer to stand behind her.

"Voldemort summoned him. I think he's summoned everyone," she murmured, unsure of what to make of Rose's glowing eyes. Even now, the pair refused to tear away their gazes.

Feeling he ought to aid in the clearing of his name, the Master finally spoke.

"Indeed. I was brought here to assist in your capture. Only … well, when I realised what Voldemort was after, I changed my mind. I want to work with you on this one. He needs to be stopped."

The Doctor, surprisingly, said nothing.

Simply sat there.

Staring.

Always staring …

"My memories," he murmured, more to himself. "Voldemort must have realised that I've been interfering with his plans … he's dragged creatures from my past to try to stop me."

Death nodded, confirming the theory in the hopes that the Doctor might soon snap out of it and realise just how little time they had left.

"Yes. A new piece of technology, I believe. He's connected it to the machine that draws out your memories, and it somehow pulls those memories in, gives them life. Makes them real."

"And he's got to them through her."

"The Time Lady," Harry offered, elaborating when he spotted the many blank stares around him.

Again, Death nodded, feeling a little frustrated by the Doctor's continuously vacant expression.

Only Rose.

The Bad Wolf was strangely silent too, blinking innocently up at the Doctor as they both sat there, simply staring, identical looks of mild relief, mild horror and mild amazement adorning their faces.

"What's happened to her?" Ron whispered, nudging Harry in the ribs and nodding towards the pair. Harry shrugged, faintly mesmerised by the two people who seemed quite oblivious to the reunions happening around them.

"Dunno, she just came in like that. S'like she's possessed, or something."

"She pegged it, y'know. Words flared up on Hermione's arm back out there in the darkness, and then Rose … she just … lost it, started running, we only just managed to follow her."

"What words? Is she alright?" Harry gasped, blinking and staring at Hermione, who was still kneeling beside the Doctor and Rose.

"Yeah, they've healed now. Nocens Lupus, or something. It was weird, they sorta … flared up and then just … vanished!"

"Well whatever they were, they obviously meant something to Rose."

Ron and Ginny both nodded, and the room fell silent, everyone watching the Doctor and Rose.

All silently waiting.

He was wasting time, he realised.

The thumping inside his head was getting stronger, his strength was diminishing, and with everyone around him, the time had come.

And everything made sense, now.

Voldemort was responsible – in every way possible. He'd kidnapped one of his own kind. He'd somehow managed to get a hold on inhuman machinery and was using that to draw out his memories … her memories …

He was using his machinery, his magic to pull in creatures from outer space through the girl's memories of her travels. Every alien she'd ever encountered … all working for him!

He was using her! Using her to build up an army!

And the Doctor had been the test-drive.

Voldemort had tested his machinery to the max; he'd pulled the Doctor's memories of Alien creatures out through the girl's head like air. Such a quick and easy process. Painless to everyone but them.

Proving that his machine worked. Proving that he could summon creatures from beyond the stars to his side in a heart-beat.

For the Doctor knew, now.

That machine … the girl's involvement … it all made sense.

Voldemort wanted the memories of a Time Traveller.

An Army of Aliens.

…

And the Time Lady had called to him for help. A distress call. The Doctor … well, he was her last chance.

Which made the limited time he had left seem remarkably insignificant.

He was wasting time, damnit!

Finally blinking his mind clear, the Doctor stared intently at his companion. His aching head was screaming at him, but he ignored it. Only she mattered, now!

"Rose …" he whispered, at last, voice hoarse and faint. His hands were trembling, both from the effort it took to remain conscious and the realisation of just what Rose had become.

And Why.

Rose was the Bad Wolf.

And she'd done it for him.

"Doctor," Rose replied, her voice angelic, her eyes shining. "You must hurry. I've healed your wounds, but the Time Lady awaits. Without saving her, the memories will continue to leave you. I cannot do anything about that."

"Rose … please, you're not! You're not the Bad Wolf! Not again!"

But the Bad Wolf simply shook Rose's head, placing a consoling hand upon the Doctor's ice-cold cheek and staring imploringly into his wild eyes.

"Please, Doctor, there is no time. The whole of Time and Space is at risk! Tom Riddle must be stopped, and the balance must be restored. The TARDIS is prepared; I have already given her the co-ordinates. But you must hurry! Mere minutes are spared to you."

The Doctor gaped, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Then he scrambled to his feet, swaying a little but stabilising before he could hit the ground again, a tiny ghost of a smile niggling at the corners of his lips as he held his hand out to the Bad Wolf.

"Can you do it? Can you let go?" he asked her hurriedly, turning Rose around so that she was facing the TARDIS head-on.

Rose beamed at him, and nodded.

"I can, Doctor. I can this time."

Grinning, the Doctor took a step backwards, and signalled for Hermione to do the same. Nodding, she jumped to her feet and ran to stand beside Ron, her hand sliding easily into his.

Seconds passed.

And the room fell silent.

The Doctor, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, the Master and Death all stood, all silent, all watching in amazement as, a moment later, Rose's golden glow became blindingly bright.

The blackness of the outer cave, the dimmed light filtering out from the roaring fire … it was all suddenly overwhelmed by golden brightness.

Everyone but the Doctor had to shield their eyes.

But in comparison, his widened. He stared with immense relief as tendrils of gold began to streak out from Rose's eyes, through her half-parted lips, through her very skin, and glided smoothly back through the slightly-open door of the newly materialised TARDIS.

Moments later the vividness dimmed and the light returned to normal. Within seconds, he'd bolted forwards, catching Rose Tyler swiftly before she could hit the floor. He gazed down at her, his breath catching in his throat, his hearts twitching and a faint hint of fear clawing away at his soul, but he ignored it.

She'd be fine!

…

He hoped …

The Twins hurried forwards to help, each securing an arm around her waist as the Doctor stepped away, ushering everyone else bar Death himself into his TARDIS. The Master shot him a bemused look, which the Doctor promptly returned with a curt nod, before shrugging and following Ron and Hermione out of sight. The Twins helped to support the unconscious nineteen year old over the threshold as well, followed closely by Ginny.

Leaving Harry and the Doctor with the infamous Lord of the Underworld.

"Thank you," the Doctor said, genuine gratitude easily traceable behind his words. Death merely nodded in return.

"Voldemort is a threat to both of our worlds, Doctor. He must be stopped. No matter what."

The Doctor nodded, his eyes wide.

"I'll be back when this is all over," he continued. "You've had to sacrifice a lot, making this alliance. Your food-stock's about to fall drastically. But I may … possibly have a solution for you. A means of obtaining magic without kidnapping witches and wizards from the Land Above."

Death's eyes widened beneath the cloak, and Harry was quite sure he was shooting the Doctor a look of sheer scepticism.

"I do hope so, Doctor, because without Slaves down here, we're out of Magic. And without Magic, that 'balance' that your young friend mentioned will be completely thrown haywire."

The Doctor half-smiled.

"Well, it's a good job I've got an idea then, isn't it?"

And with that, he patted Harry sharply on the shoulder and stepped away, striding purposefully towards his TARDIS.

Harry merely nodded once at the Demon before following him.

But his attention was caught one final time before he could step inside himself. The Doctor had stopped too, a hand on the doorframe as he glanced back, ears pricked and head throbbing, but curiosity alive beneath his veins.

"Oh, and Harry?" Death asked, half-grinning, an innocent gleam burning within his scarlet eyes. He paused, examining the long nails of his clawed fingers in amiable fashion as he leant against the hearth, perfectly cool and collected, once again. "Did you not want to know what the final Horcrux was?"

Harry stared, heart racing.

"Yes," he replied, taking a small step forwards, eyes wide and staring.

Death paused again, dragging out the spiralling silence for a few moments, before dropping the analysis of his claw-nails to point directly at Harry's heart.

"You."

Voldemort stepped backwards, ducking away from a flying green light and allowing it to whizz straight over his head.

Crouching down behind a plinth, he stared down at the floor as though he could see through it and pointed his wand downwards, aiming directly at the machine hidden two floors below. With a murmured command, he flicked it and jumped back to his feet, watching as the last of his Death Eaters struggled against the rebellious witches and wizards of the Order of the Phoenix.

And he laughed.

Unnerved by the ringing sound, all fighting suddenly stopped, allowing Voldemort to step out into the centre of the room, wands raised on all sides but no spells flying his way, anymore.

"This world will fall," he declared, smiling his lop-sided smirk as he stared around, taking in Lupin's cut lip and black eye, the blonde girl's clearly broken arm, and the Longbottom child's swollen ankle.

Fallen bodies smouldered around him. The acrid smell of burning flesh filtered into his nostrils.

Quite sadistically, he breathed it in, savouring the smell of victory.

"This world will fall," he repeated, grinning evilly, "starting with you. Welcome, my friends!" he called, mock-warmly, spreading his arms wide. "Welcome to the Future! And welcome to the End!"

And the room fell deathly silent, as a grating, squeaking sound flitted through the now wide open doorway. The sound of something moving towards them.

A shrill, high-pitched war cry broke the stunned stillness as creatures beyond Mother Earth's creation glided one after another into the Chamber.

Huge, golden metal creatures with a glowing blue eye-piece, and two gun-like arms that were extended and pointing at the rooms' frozen occupants.

Voldemort merely stood there, laughing manically, red eyes burning with glee as the creatures rolled in one after another after another, circling around behind the many motionless beings.

Trapping them in.

And a hundred human screams were drowned out by the echoing cries of "Exterminate!" that reverberated off the walls.

"No …"

If the Doctor hadn't managed to run to his side in time, Harry's legs would surely have sent him tumbling to the ground in horror. As it was, he soon found himself supported by his friend's pinstriped arms. For which he was unfathomably grateful.

Eyes wide, head shaking desperately in denial, Harry felt his heart stop beneath his ribcage as Death's nod of affirmation floated before him.

That nod …

It was all he could see …

"Harry? Come on, we've got to go!"

Words … all vague and distant and distorted … words of authority, he assumed.

But they didn't make sense to him.

The only word that did make sense was … 'You!'

Blindly, Harry allowed himself to be steered away, shooting Death one final glance before the comforting hum of the TARDIS overrode his misshapen senses.

The Weasley's and Hermione were smiling at him. The Master was considering his features with a faint hint of admiration glittering within his eyes – an admiration that appeared to exist beyond the Master's wishes. Young Rose Tyler was still out cold beside the console … but …

Everyone else … smiling … beaming at him … all brimmed with confidence and pride. All sure as Hell that he was about to save them. That he was about to save everyone.

But … he couldn't be … he couldn't be! Damnit, it wasn't possible! How was he supposed to save the planet when he'd have to kill himself in the process ?!

Suddenly, the End seemed to be scarily close. Harry could only bite back the tears and let his hand fasten itself unbearably hard around the fake locket in his pocket.

Smiles shone out around him.

But he couldn't return them.

"Oh, and Harry? Did you not want to know what the final Horcrux was?"

"Yes."

"You."

The Doctor stared intently at the Leader of the Underworld, his eyes narrowed and his mind quite obviously burning.

"Are you serious?" was all he could ask, tone so low that Death almost missed it.

"Yes."

The Doctor sighed, dragging a trembling hand through his auburn locks and stumbling slightly backwards, sparing Death a short glance and a tiny nod before vanishing inside his spaceship.

As that faint, whirring thrum started up, and the strange light sitting proudly atop the odd Blue Police Box flashed out of existence, Death sighed heavily and threw himself down onto his black leather sofa.

The faintest of faint murmurs managed to escape his lips before he could drag it back, only for it to be eaten up by silence, once more.

"Good luck."

And with a click of his fingers, the darkness grew absolute.

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