Its only been two days since my last update and this is my longest Chapter yet. I think I'm trapped in a time loop! (or I've finally learned how not to procrastinate)

Musical Accompaniment:

Because this chapter is so long I'm giving you not just one, but two songs

The first track is intended for the Flashback, its betrayal at Bespin by John Williams, Its from The Empire Strikes Back

watch?v=6h4IZL9fhpk

The second track is the theme music to Mt Horn from Pokemon Mystery Dungeon 2, Explorers of Sky (I don't know who wrote it and both are youtube / link)

watch?v=ib5TBsN9qeo

Disclaimer: I tend to like Canada more than the United States. Only Alfred F. Jones truly instils my national pride. And I am American (I'm sorry dwellers of the North and South American continents who aren't from the US, but United Statsian does not sound good).

Episode 2: Time Travelers (Three Different Ones) Part 2

"How do you know about me?" The Doctor inquired to this strange Matthew Williams.

"Friend of mine, we're really close; brothers practically," his voice was very quiet, but it projected well. "I heard that you had died."

"No, but it's better for everyone if they assume I'm dead. I got too big, so I'm stepping back into the shadows."

"It was strange how your name kept mysteriously disappearing from records."

"So what brings you here?" Chell asked.

"Well, I'm a diplomat from NARWHAL, which is basically the government that governs Canadian and American wizards. I sorta got in trouble when I defied that woman, Umbridge, the one in pink. She's not a death eater, but is easily the evilest among them. Think of Taylor from Gilmore Girls."

"You know, I don't quite understand the term death eater. How would you eat death? Also, that show hasn't come out yet."

"Nor has the Book of Mormon, but that doesn't stop me from condemning Umbridge to a spooky Mormon hell dream."

Chell spoke up "So you're a time traveler."

"No, I'm just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from Jerry's bait shop; yes I'm a time traveler." The Doctor gave him a look. "What! That song won't be released in like two years but it will still be the 90s.

"What song?" Chell asked.

Albuquerque by "Weird Al" Yankovic; he's one of my favorite comedy musicians, only eclipsed by the Arrogant Worms. They've had such hits as The Last Saskatchewan Pirate, Proud to be Canadian, and Let there be Guns.

"Didn't they write that song about the War of 1812; because it's completely inaccurate?"

"NO!" he yelled, though his yell was about as loud as a normal voice. "Three Dead Trolls in a Baggie wrote that song; and the Toronto Song for that matter!"

"Can you two not argue about Canadian music right now? I don't know about you, but I'd like to escape from here."

"Why bother? Voldemort will free us soon enough. So what are you in here for?"

"Well, Chell here is from an alternate Universe's post apocalyptic Earth, and she wanted to see what Earth was supposed to look like…

About an hour earlier

Nott had just entered the ministry of magic's atrium. It was a large, expansive room where people arrived upon entering the ministry. Nott took a moment to admire the great monument in the room. The Fountain of Magical Brethren used to be the rooms centerpiece, but that had recently been replaced with a great statue of black stone. At its base were contorted forms of naked muggle men, women, and children. They held up a large marble block which was adorned with two thrones bearing wizard and a witch. On the base there was an inscription reading "Magic is Might." Nott read the words with conviction; however, not all was right.

He had dropped off his son Theodore at platform 9 and 3 quarters that morning, and he was concerned for his well being. Theodore had always been a loner, not really joining any groups at Hogwarts. He was friends with Draco Malfoy, but he had never joined him on any of his stunts, so whenever he heard of the activities of Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy; Theodore was never among them. He was certainly a good student; he was this year going to at the top of his class for the Slytherin House. He had several friends on Ravenclaw who he was on par with academically, but he did not appear to take pride in his accomplishments and always was distant to him. He seemed to be spaced out at times, and Nott also questioned about how recently his son seemed to smell differently. Perhaps he was over thinking things; but he had lived with that Ravenclaw Michael Corner while he was in Azkaban.

A part of him was worried that his son did not want to be the person of the throne.

His thoughts were interrupted though when he heard an odd whirring sound.

"Here we are! London in the 1990's!"

"Why is everyone dressed in robes?"

"Good question, we might be early." The Doctor looked around and saw that one man was staring at them, so he called out to him. "Hey, excuse me; you over there. What year it is?"

The strangers were not dressed like other wizards. The girl had on black pants that seemed to be made of some material he couldn't recognize, a white tea shirt, and black latex gloves. The man; well, he couldn't get past the bow tie and the white beret he wore. It took him a moment to realize that they had asked him a question and were walking towards him. He also seemed to be waving a silver wand with a green tip around.

"Hmm, these are strange readings. It's like there is a different energy signal that it can't locate. Hi, I'm the Doctor and this is Chell." He held up a piece of paper that read, The Doctor, head of the Department of Mysteries. "So can you tell me what year it is?"

"1997, so you are head of the Department of Mysteries?"

"Yes, of course. I was worried we were earlier, based on your dress. I haven't seen robes like that since that Jacks 212th stag party; but can you judge the fashion sense of King Edward II. It looks like there's a convention going on."

"And who is she."

"Of course, where are my manners? Well Chell; she is my…"

"Bodyguard" finished Chell.

"So, Doctor who exactly?"

"Oh just the Doctor; head of the Department of Mysteries; here examining mysteries; look at that statue right there. Now it looks like any ordinary statue; well that is if you a monument to the suffering of humanity ordinary, artists. But look at the color."

"It's a black statue" said Nott, who was bewildered by this Doctor. What was he up to?

"Yes it is, but look how in all of the crevices the Black doesn't get lighter, meaning that this statue wasn't painted. That means that this statue should be made of granite or obsidian, but listen to this." The Doctor tapped the statue. "Can you hear it?"

"Hear what?"

"That this stone is much too hard to be granite or obsidian. It sounds like an 8 on the Mohs scale of mineral hardness, which would likely be topaz, but topaz is not naturally black. So if my prognosis is correct…" He scanned the statue with his sonic screwdriver. "Then this must be impossible."

"What!?" exclaimed Nott.

"Because this statue is made of granular topaz and granular topaz is a compound made of granite and topaz that isn't invented until Venice in the year 3156. That makes this statue 1149 years too early."

By now his talking had attracted a crowd. Nott was too shocked to do anything, but another witch from the crowd began to approach the Doctor.

"But if this statue is from the future; come on, work you." His sonic screwdriver wasn't working well but he got it running long enough to scan the statue, "then it should have a residue of rift energy which it does not. That means that someone came back to this time and invented the compound before…" he was pacing while he talked and he just looked up to see that he was about to run into the witch. "Why are you pointing that stick at me?"

"Who are you?" asked the witch in an irate tone.

"Hello, I'm the Doctor." He held up his paper.

The witch held her wand to his neck. "The words on your paper are flickering. I do not appreciate being tricked; so do you care to explain what this is and who you are?"

"Oh, my paper is slightly psychic, so it says what you want it to say. It doesn't work on highly intelligent species, but it does work on humans unless they're of great intelligence. I can't imagine why it's on the fritz. And as I said, I'm the Doctor and she is Chell."

"Doctor Who!?"

"Just the Doctor; well I do have another name, but I can't say it, could destroy the universe. So you can call me the Doctor, or the Caretaker, or get of this planet I've definitely been called that before. So why are you trying to threaten me with a stick."

"Nott, why didn't you alert me of this muggle sooner!?"

"Bellatrix, he somehow got that Blue Box thing to apparate into this room; and after he stepped out with his friend. He started rambling on about the statue. It was hard to get past his bowtie."

"Hey, I take offence to that. Bow ties are cool. And what do you mean by muggle?"

Bellatrix was seething at his incompetence. "You; are a muggle. See that statue. They" she pointed to the suffering populous supporting the throne, "are muggles. And they exist to serve me and all of wizard kind."

"Oh, I've seen plenty of wizards and witches and spirits and gods who gather humans in a cult. All of them have been aliens of some persuasion or another. Maybe humans can't see through your facade but you can't trick me."

"Baubilious!"

A white light shot out from her wand aimed at his beret, causing it to burst into flames. He quickly through it on the ground and he looked at Bellatrix in bewilderment.

"Why did you burn my beret!?"

"Shut Up! Avada Ke…"

"Stop!" Nott said. "We should bring him to the Dark Lord for questioning before we kill him. He can't be as stupid as he's trying to make us believe.

"And I for one want to know how he got that blue box in here" another wizard said, stepping forward. "No one can be as stupid as he is. Nott, go search that box."

"Yes Yaxly."

"Bellatrix, I'd like a word with this Doctor." He stared down the Doctor. While Bellatrix stepped behind him towards the statue, ready to attack him when necessary. "Doctor, you're coming with me or there will be consequences."

"Ah! Get off me you bi…" Everyone turned to see Nott in a headlock put on by Chell. Her wand had been thrown across the floor.

"Don't hurt him and let us get into that blue box; or I'll choke him out.

"What are you doing Chell!?" exclaimed the flabbergasted Doctor.

"Saving, your life Doctor; let's go."

"Crucio!"

Chell collapsed in agonizing pain; though still with Nott in the headlock. He managed to escape Chell's loosened grip, though to the dismay of the spell's caster Bellatrix, the loosened grip and Chell's limited mobility were the only indications that Chell was in any pain at all. Her face remained expressionless and solemn, and she remained silent. Only if one was to look deep into her eyes would one see the pure fear and suffering she hid from Bellatrix.

"Stop it right now, I'll come with you, I won't resist. Just stop it" the Doctor was frantic. He couldn't let his companion die.

As two death eaters showed up from behind the Doctor, taking his sonic screwdriver and keeping their wands pointed. Chell continued to suffer.

"I'm not stopping this until I hear you scream." Bellatrix was unrelenting, even to the Doctor's pleas to stop.

Chell was sweating bullets, doing everything in her power to not give in. She had lived through hell, and she wasn't about to let some sorceress bring her back. After a few tense seconds that felt like hours, Chell collapsed; unconscious.

One death eater guided the Doctor to the cell, while the other Death Eater and Nott roughly carried Chell. Yaxly's dark mark had ached, telling him that someone had said his master's name in a conference room, and he immediately rushed there. And Bellatrix went to her master to alert him of their guests.

Prison Cell

"And that's why we were stuck here."

"Well Doctor, I probably should tell you that they are not aliens."

"What?"

"Wizards and witches live around the world and practice magic in complete secrecy. We're all completely human. It just is that England's government has been taken over by racist, fascist, wizards. Voldemort has stripped away much of his humanity in his devotion to the Dark Arts, but he was human."

"Humans, you lot always amaze me. Do you know how magic works?"

"It probably has something to do with that particle field you picked up. It tends to short out technology that doesn't have cobalt in it. I tend to stay out of the wizarding world unless I need to do occasional diplomacy work. It pays well and unlike virtually every other wizarding culture in the world, they don't want to have a society separate from muggles."

"Hey Doctor, I think I found a weak section of the floor." Whilst the Doctor was telling their story, Chell had been testing the walls and floors, seeing how they resonated. One section in the corner sounded louder, and she pointed that out to Matthew and the Doctor.

"There's probably a room under the floor."

"Stand back, I'll open it" said Mathew.

"How?" asked the Doctor

"With this!" Matthew pulled out an 11 inch wand made of Maple. It was very elegantly decorated with the inscription of a maple leaf. Its core was the fur of polar bear.

"How did you sneak that in?"

"Low level perception filter. Now stand back, both of you. Bombarda Maxima!"

A white light flashed and suddenly an explosion destroyed part of the floor, revealing a storage room at least 30 feet down.

"I can get down there, without injury." Chell referenced her long fall boots.

"Alright then you can free us from the…"

"Doctor, they're coming back," Matthew noticed.

"OK, find the Tardis then, we'll manage on our own.

Matthew chimed in. "Look in the Department of Mysteries; they probably put it there. Also look for two civil war era flasks and a revolver and put them by the Tardis, and take this."

Matthew handed Chell his wand.

"Keep it safe, and snap it if it means keeping it out of their hands."

"Can I use it?"

"Only wizards can use it, but who knows, you did brace the Cruciatus Curse" Matthew shrugged.

"Now get down there and appear dead!" The Doctor ordered.

Chell jumped down the hole, landing safely, and lied down on her stomach, "dead."

"What is going on over here!?"

"Oh hello Umbridge, we just started a game of strip poker when the floor collapsed. The Doctor just lost this hand; so I'll be taking that." Matthew removed the Doctor's bowtie. "Now that we're down a player, would you care to join us?"

"What happened to that girl?"

"Well, there's a gaping hole in the middle of the room to a storage room which you enter via a 30 ft fall. Guess." Matthew was yelling in a normal volume again.

"Restrain them." The Doctor and Matthew were held back while Umbridge looked over the hole.

"For reasons beyond me; my boss wants to meet with both of you. Nott, can you go get the dead body and search it."

The duo was taken to the first floor of the ministry and both led into the office of Lord Voldemort. The man they saw to greet them had white, translucent skin like that of a snake. His nose was also like that of a skin and he wore a stoic frown and black robes.

"Hello!" said the Doctor cheerily.

"Who are you?" inquired Voldemort.

"The Doctor"

"Doctor Who?"

"Just the Doctor; you'd be surprised how often I get the question."

"Don't play dumb with me. You said that your name has the power to destroy the universe, and I want that power. So tell me your name, or I will not hesitate to kill you."

"I am just the Doctor and that is all I am going to be; understood, alright next question please."

"Avada Kedavra!"

Cliffhanger! I'm cruel aren't I.

Two things to note. 1: the flashback (and all future flashbacks) are written so the audience sees it like they see everything else from me, the third person omniscient narrator ,so the Doctor does not know of Nott's worry about his son. Get it.

And 2: None of the characters I've introduced thus far are OCs, rather, I look at the wiki pages for obscure off mentioned characters. Even Kaya (the last name I added) is not my character completely. That said, OC ish characters are so offhandedly mentioned that I can develop their personality any way I want.

Thanks for reading and DFTBA.