I'm back! And this is my longest chapter yet. Also, if you read Part 2 of Episode 1 before the 19th of September, just know that I updated it with non plot changing information. I made it make more sense because looking back, the pacing was off.

Also, you could normally IMBD this anyway, so here are the future chapter titles up to episode 8 (of 13) (subject to change).

3. My Big, French, Silurian Wedding

4. The Traitor's Admirerer

5. The Genius's Poison

6. Science Testing

7. A Tale of Two Carolines (these two are going to be two parter and are the ones subject to change)

8. 5 Nights in a Barroom (if anyone gets that reference, I'll give you a cookie)

Musical Accompaniment: Anyone remember Runescape, Well I remember its track Medieval

www . youtube watch?v=rQMrzrRFZnw

Just remove the spaces and enjoy. (and add the com, I just can't format links here).

Disclaimer: This chapter contains a lot of foreshadowing for season wide story arcs, and at least one part one be explained till the sequel.

Episode 2: Time Travelers (Three Different Ones) Part 4

Stupefy Duo is an interesting yet relatively obscure spell in the wizarding world. While stupefy only stuns one target, stupefy duo, in exchange for duration and power, can stun multiple people at one time. Why is it obscure then you ask? The spell was only ever mastered by its creator Aldona Bockus, who lived in the 17th century in the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth, who could knock out entire mobs with it. But it is an incredibly difficult spell to perform, decreasing in the power and duration of the stun, especially as the number of people increased. It was widely considered much more practical to fire off a few stupefies rather than risk a weak or ineffective spell.

Such is why Rosier assumed that Chell was no muggle, but a powerful wizard. His condition had been no indication of this. Nott had been farthest from Chell and had got on his feet in enough time to see the wall close. Rosier had gotten up a few seconds later, a bit shaken, but Dolohov was still down. He had received the brunt of the attack. He was unconscious. Rosier took the lead in getting Nott to help him carry Dolohov.

He always did take the lead when Voldemort wasn't with them. He had been his original right hand man, at least until Yaxley rose in power in the cult. With Rosier's failure to immediately arrive to the aid of the reawakened Voldemort. Yaxly wasn't quite as clever or cunning as Rosier, but he did have an unrivaled ambition and loyalty to Voldemort that Rosier lacked. Voldemort never doubted Yaxly would perform well so he could stay close to him. Rosier was better at his job, but Voldemort recognized him as the only one who could potentially overthrow him and take control of the Death Eaters, or install a puppet leader and rule from the shadows. Voldemort trusted that he would not, for Rosier had personally told him before that he was not foolish enough to covet absolute power, just to keep the power circulating among the oligarchy. He felt that Voldemort was suited to leadership in the public eye, while he was suited to checking his megalomania so he wouldn't overreach. He told this to Voldemort's face with a wand to his neck, killing curse primed. But there was still a risk that his immunity to intimidation would spread.

"Bellatrix, we have a problem."

She had approached the hole in time to see the bright light from the cell. After looking down the hole to see the three bodies, Bellatrix wasted no time in getting to the elevator. But the elevator required access codes to access floor 11. They weren't complicated, but they took time. By the time the elevator opened to the warehouse floor, she beheld Rosier and Nott carrying and unconscious Dolohov to said elevator, Rosier continued his speech.

"She's no muggle. She survived and she can cast an effective Stupefy Duo. We need to get Dolohov to St Mungo's; he broke his wrist and got a concussion on the fall. And he's still out cold."

"Get in here!"

The three entered the elevator with the limp Dolohov, who was leaned against Nott.

"Rosier, you're coming with me to catch the bloody prisoner. Take Dolohov Nott to Saint Mungo's.

Bellatrix didn't trust Rosier. Back during the first war, Rosier had quite a bit of influence, often detracted from by his quick wit that he used enough to establish his levity, but not enough to seem to be defying Voldemort. Bellatrix noticed though. Her master would always react to Rosier's suggestions with ever so slightly more respectful, more fearful, angrier gestures simultaneously. Her love made her perceptive to her master's emotions. He still was capable though, perhaps more capable than everyone else in the building.

It wasn't that Rosier didn't trust Bellatrix. Rather, he held a considerable disdain for her violent tendencies, her lack of subtlety, and the threat she posed to him. She got him to talk; worse than talk, argue. It's hard to manipulate others when you are constantly being opposed by one of your allies. Nott and Dolohov used to comment on how they fought like an old married couple, and they had in fact made bets on when they would start arguing again. Dolohov thought it would be within the ministry. Nott thought it would be on the field.

"You!"

The elevator door opened to reveal the prisoner, who was running down the hall towards the black door at its end. Bellatrix began to run after her, Rosier right behind, leaving a frazzled Nott with Dolohov in his arms.

The mysterious Face of Boe remained quiet as she rushed up the circling stairs from floor 11, taking her up to floor 10, where she saw an elevator door close shut. Its voice told her where she'd find another secret staircase that would lead to the Department of Mysteries where there was the Tardis, and then told her that he had to be quite, lest he was intercepted and that she'd be on her own. Then the elevator opened.

Chell went through the black door to enter a room of 12 rotating doors, meant to disorient anyone who entered, but Chell wasn't through running yet. She didn't look where she was running; she just grabbed a doorknob and opened the door. After closing it and locking it, Chell observed her surroundings.

She was in dank hall with hundreds shelves, each with spheres, some glowing a faint blue. The hall was poorly lit, though she did make out a sign that said "Hall of Prophecy." She began to walk slowly, if the two had chosen the right room, she would have been caught by now. She needed to find Matthew's flasks and gun and the Tardis. Maybe there would be a map somewhere.

But the orbs were fascinating. She assumed that they must be the prophecies somehow, but wow. She was pretty far down the hall. She could no longer see the entrance. But that didn't matter. So many relics from time immortal…endless history that predicts the future, it left Chell in a state of wonder. Had she stared at it for longer, she might have wondered why she was so enamored with it, especially the voice, but she had noticed two spheres, right next to each other. Each had a label, one said 5757, and one said 6000. She was gripped with this overwhelming feeling that they were for her. She reached for the one labeled 5757, and then another voice spoke to her. Not in her head, but audibly. It was a masculine voice that she didn't recognize. There was also a lot of background noise, she made out screams and buzzing and the sound of Death.

"Hello, don't be alarmed, one day you'll you meet me, and you will learn to trust me. But until then, know that I have seen the future. He will be arisen a third time more. Though more will fight in the battle, only four will face him in the final hour.

A Madman

A Traitor

A Genius

And a Recluse"

"Interesting, very interesting" said a familiar voice.

Chell dropped the orb and turned to face the man.

"I don't believe we've met. I'm Rosier, and I am very interested in you Chell."

Chell said nothing, just stared.

"First you manage to choke my dear friend Nott without anyone noticing you, and then you resist the Cruciatus Curse from my dear college Bellatrix, who is revered for her skill at it. But then you survive the fall and prove yourself to be a capable wizard, despite having been identified as a muggle by our system. Your Doctor did not identify as anything interestingly enough. That had me very much intrigued. But you know what interests me the most, the prophecy. There are many questions I could ponder, like who will be arisen again, but perhaps the most interesting of everything is the question of… Expelliarmus!"

Chell had pulled out the wand, ready to attack, but Rosier was not to be caught in the classic trap of monologue. Chell couldn't reply. It's much easier to complain to your ally then your killer. Bellatrix had found the pair and was watching Rosier intently.

"As I was saying, I find it interesting to ask which of the four of you. Well I already ruled out Madman and Genius, but the question has become much more, interesting. I can see you hiding it; the fear behind your eyes. You are afraid, afraid of someone discovering your secret, fear of what you've done, fear of being alone; so it's the last one. I can see it in your eyes ever expanding as I pry deeper and deeper into you. You must be the recluse, taking shelter as the Doctors lover? Bodyguard? Concubine? Slave? Dog. That is what you are, the Doctor's dog; the hound he lets out on a chain and says, come with me. So you follow out of fear of being alone again, attacking whoever he tells you to. You have no free will, he will never take your suggestion; but you will always do what he instructs. Bellatrix, show her how we treat dogs."

A twisted smile crept across her face. "Gladly, Crucio!"

Chell collapsed in writhing pain, she let out a gasp in her attempts to keep her composure; but this time, she did not fight to rebel; she was broken. Her only rebellion was silence, but even that was hard to achieve. The voice was wringing in her ears, but she wasn't sure if it was yelling to fight back or screaming in agony. Chell lost control of all her body but her mouth. She was having a seizure. And though she fought to keep her mouth closed, it opened, not to scream, but to gasp for air. She had been screaming, and now she couldn't.

Bellatrix stopped and looked at her satisfied. The tortured did not want to scream, and now she couldn't scream if she wanted to. Her eyes had a thin barrier of strength that was too thin to hide the abyss of fear. It didn't help that she was barely able to roll on her side as to not choke on the blood she was coughing up.

"You may have the honor of killing this dog, Bellatrix."

"I don't need your permission Rosier."

"Hey, don't kill me for trying to introduce elegance into the situation."

"Elegance!?" Bellatrix was mad and Chell was still.

"I came back to find an extreme lack of class among are ranks. I think we'd appeal better to foreign companies if we seemed friendlier. Umbridge diplomacy will only get us so far until other ministries start questioning it. Now can you kill her already?"

"Rosier, I don't know what you're planning, but if you think you can overthrow my lord, then you're in mistaken, because a lot has changed. I can kill you at a moment's notice and no one will protest."

"Why would I need to overthrow him, I already have all the power I need without the target on my back. I have no problem with your one sided relationship with our 'lord' and I have no plans to interfere with it, so can we kill her already."

"Don't you dare insinuate…"

"Come on Bellatrix, it's obvious that you've been trying for ages and it's not going to work. The only reason others don't comment on it is because we're the only two people in this administration who aren't afraid to say his real name."

"As soon as I kill her, I'll send you up to my lord so he can decide how to kill you."

"So you don't want to know why 'your lord' is resisting your advances."

Neither was paying any attention to Chell, she wasn't going anywhere. Neither noticed as her skin started to glow a faint yellow, as if it was on fire. Nor did they notice Chell slowly stand up, her eyes devoid of humanity.

Rosier was the first to notice, but all he had was a traumatized expression that brought Bellatrix to turn her head. All they could do was silently gape at what they saw for the few seconds at which the Earth stood still. Unfortunately for the bickering couple, time doesn't stop.

How long had she been out? Chell was on the floor of a room with no one else present. If she had ever drank, she would have thought her headache a hangover. But how did she get here, the last thing she could remember was pain. Especially in her throat, as if the spell had ripped it open.

She stood up, looked around, and saw the Tardis and a table with the gun and the flasks on it. She reached over to pick up the gun and flasks and saw an odd note on the open page of a small journal with a pencil beside it. She read the note.

I have been discovered, but they still down here. You don't have much time. Take the paper and bring them to Matthew, he will lead you all to escape. He is in Riddle's office on the third floor. Make haste, but do not tell of them of me or let them see this note, lest the fabric of time gain another tear on my account.

The note then proceeded to give directions on how to reach the office.

Make haste and don't get caught. What has happened will come back in due time, but until then, know that I did what I had to in haste lest all fail.

I am so sorry.

She wasn't sure what the note was saying, but she heeded the instructions none the less. The complicated twists and turns of the passage were told in the instructions, and she soon found herself back in the entrance room. The note told her the signal to call the right door, and she exited the chamber and reemerged in the hallway. The note recommended the elevator, as with the access codes it was ignored. Chell entered the access codes as listed on the note for people who didn't match with the registry on the ministry employee database.

Chell stood in the elevator in silence, listening to "The Girl From Ipanema" which was playing over the speakers. When the elevator finally stopped at floor 1, she rushed out of the door to the office, where she opened the door to see the Doctor, Matthew, and who she guessed was Riddle. He had a pale face with no nose, and he looked like someone had taken a human and twisted it into something much more vial. He was speaking.

"I don't like being fooled. AVADA KEDAVA!"

Chell and Matthew cringed, expecting him to cast a spell of some kind. But when looking at his hand, all were alarmed to see a banana, all that is, but the Doctor who pulled out Voldemort's wand and swiveled it around.

"I learned about 210 years ago to always bring a banana to a party, so if you want this back, we need to make a trade."

"Chell," said Matthew noticing her, is that from the room?

She tried to say yes, but no sound came out, fortunately Matthew could read lips, and he took the notebook, took out what looked like a flute lyre with psychic paper for music, and scanned the notebook. Musical notes appeared on the page as he scanned it.

"I have an offer you can't refuse." Matthew began, "you give us back his physic paper, his sonic screwdriver, the banana and my flute, and we'll give you back the wand what do you say? Is that a good deal or what?"

Voldemort stared at him suspiciously, not angrily; Matthew was glad he was drunk.

"What are you trying to pull here huh? Do you think I'm some sort of muggle fool?"

"Alright, you get to keep the Banana, I'll concede that; but come on, this is the deal of a lifetime."

Voldemort took the three items he planned to ask Matthew and the Doctor about and looked at Matthew. "I keep the paper and the flute, and then we trade."

"Come on you're killing me here, I'm sorry, but I'm giving too much up already."

"No, this is a good deal, so shall we?"

"I have a better deal. You give us back these three items, and we give you the wand and a demonstration of time travel."

A flush of panic appeared over the Doctor's face, but he trusted Matthew.

"Hmm alright, well, I guess you have yourself a deal."

They exchanged items, the Doctor putting away his psychic paper and sonic screwdriver, and Matthew keeping his flute in his hands with the lyre attached to his arm.

"Alright, I'll show you time travel, so here's what's going to happen; those two are going to grab onto my arm, but you will stay there, now be quiet, or this might not work."

Matthew played the notes on the lyre on his flute, to a questioning look from Voldemort. At the end of the passage, he pressed a button at the end of his flute. The end looked different from a normal flute in that what appeared to be a slight bump on the top was protruding out. He took the flute out of his mouth.

"Goodbye, see you again."

"Wait, goodbye?" and with that Voldemort looked flabbergasted as he saw the three disappear from the room.

Yaxly came into the room a short time later wondering what had happened for the meeting to go on for so long. He walked in on a drunken Voldemort sitting at his desk with his hands on his head, murmuring something about him being there and then not. Yaxly called for Bellatrix. This was going to be a long afternoon.

Evening that day, a house in London

It was always a tradition for him to read the Daily Profit in the evenings, even if it was corrupted. Corruption wouldn't stop his traditions bloody hell! As he worked with the Muggle governments most of the time, he always appreciated the update on the wizarding world. But when reading the wanted list he saw three pictures. One was the Doctor; of course he'd get involved. One was a girl who he did not recognize, but the third; he looked like a friend of his, but not quite.

He dialed his friends boss who got him connected to his friend new fangled "cell phone" thing. He answered right away.

"Hello?"

"Hello, I need to…" His British accent was then rudely interrupted, by not a British one, but a loud American voice.

"Iggy! Sup dude! I didn't know you were going to call!

"How many times have I told you not to call me 'Iggy' you bloody git!"

"Whoa, chill dude; I'm just excited to hear from you. So why are you calling?"

"I'd like to know what you were doing in London today. The Daily Prophet has you pictured in their wanted list."

"What's the Daily Prophet, a magazine for psychics who can't predict the future?" He laughed excessively and noisily at his own joke, much to the annoyance of his friend from across the Atlantic.

"It's the leading newspaper of the Wizarding World! You should know that."

"Iggy, I've said this before and I'll say it again, you have to see someone about that magic thing you have going on."

"I told you not to call me that! So were you in London today, or were you not?"

"No, I was at the border with my Broha."

"What? The Border?"

"Yeah, we're starting at the Top of the World Highway between Alaska and Yukon, and we're not stopping until we reach the Ferry Point International Bridge between St. Stephen New Brunswick and Calais Maine."

"Alright, just make sure you're both back in time for the meeting on Sunday, you're hosting it after all."

"Yeah about that; we're going to reach the bridge Saturday Night so we're moving the meeting to Calais Maine. So tell the others for me."

"What!?"

"Later dude!"

The phone call ended and the man shook his head. He'd never even heard of this town so he'd probably have to drive on the right side of the road to get their (more like the wrong side if you asked him). He picked up his phone and began to call the others. This was going to be a long night."

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DFTBA I'll update soon, and then you'll see the rocking conclusion.

P.S. If you think that Rosier and Matthew are foils, then you are probably right.