AN: Hey guys, AuraStormMaster here with chapter two of Mad Man with a box and I must say, I am amazed at the response I got. I love to see that you guys are enjoying this take on the Doctor and his newest adventure. This will probably take up three to five chapters in length and I am planning my own Doctor Who event that may star other incarnations. Whether this happens or not is up to you. Like with the previous chapter, a poll will be up to decide whether or not this event will take place. Anyway, on with the show!
Disclaimer: I never have nor will I ever own Doctor Who or Harry Potter.
Key
"Wibbly wobbly timey whimey" – Regular Speech
"I could go a Jammy Dodger" – Regular Thought
"Avada Kedavra" - Spell
"We will destroy you" – Alien Speech
Previously on Harry Potter and the Mad Man with a Box
"Oh that is brilliant, no, beyond brilliant! Its, its..." he frowned slightly before clapping his hands loudly, the grin back in full force, "Its wicked! Yeah, that's the word, wicked." Still grinning like an idiot, he tossed off his robe and untucked his shirt.
"That's better, now! Miss Granger, I'm happy to tell you that yes: I'm still Harry Potter. Just...more than just Harry. You see, that watch" he pointed to the battered fob watch that now lay on the floor between them "contained my essence, waiting for the right time to 'wake up'."
"So who are you then? If you're more than 'just Harry', who else are you?" 'Harry' grinned at her again, stuffing his hands into his trouser pockets.
"Well Hermione Granger: I'm the Doctor."
Chapter 2: An Old Friend Calls
"I'm the Doctor."
Silence filled the dormitory as the two stared at each other. One with a grin and one with a confused grimace.
"Doctor Who?" The grin widened as his eyes danced with mirth.
"Love it when they say that, anyway. Let me start from the beginning, best take a seat: this'll be a long story."
"Harry, you're not making sense. What do you mean that you're essence was in the watch? What have you done to my friend!"
"Hermione, didn't you hear me? I'm still Harry, but also the Doctor. Think of it like Harry 2.0...if Harry 2.0 was an alien over two-thousand years old."
"...That's not possible Harry, you're not making sense." The Doctor sighed before he guided the brunette witch to one of the beds and sat her down. Crouching slightly, the Time Lord locked eyes with the brown-eyed girl.
"Hermione, I'm going to perform a 'Mind Meld'. It allows me to link our minds and show images of my life, memories of times long since past. Do I have your position?"
"Harry...that sounds really dangerous." She chewed her lip nervously, staring into the emerald orbs of what had been her best friend. Why did his eyes look so ancient? "Ok then, I give you my permission."
Smiling slightly, the raven-haired male place his hands on either side of the witch's head, the index finger of each hand gently dug into her temple.
"Now, I must warn you: Brace yourself, my life hasn't been easy."
And with that, he linked their minds.
Hermione gasped as hundreds of millions of images flooded her brain. She watched the birth of stars and the fall of constellations. She bore witness to the beginning of time itself and watched the history of countless civilisations. She looked on as creatures launched invasion after invasion upon the countless different planets and star systems, only to fail due to one constant: one man and his blue box. She watched the man's very timeline, from his first incarnation to his rebirth just mere moments ago. His many friends and adventures flashed through her mind as he looked over his many victories but also his most tragic losses.
She choked out a small cry as the Doctor cut the connection, staring at her with an expressionless gaze.
"But...you...how...why?"
"See now Hermione, everything I have told you is true. I'm still Harry, he's in here somewhere, but I'm also the Doctor. I'm the last of my kind and protector of the laws of time and space. Understand?"
"..."
"Hermione? You okay, your kinda pale and swaying and-you're gonna faint now aren't you."
THUD
"...Well, that was interesting." The Doctor muttered, running a hand through his thick hair, only to realise one key issue currently present.
"Where the bloody hell did I leave my TARDIS?"
Murmuring to himself, he paced up and down the polished dark-wooden floor of the Fifth Year boy's dormitory. A minute later, he snapped his fingers loudly and ceased his pacing.
"Dobby!"
CRACK
"Mister Harry Potter sir has called Dobby! Dobby is most pleased to serve the great-"
"Yes, thank you Dobby." Interrupted the Doctor, who fished a scrap of parchment from 'his' trunk and a quill. Scribbling rapidly, he looked at the tiny elf "I need you to give this to Griphook, it'll allow you access to my family vault. I need you to find me a black metal box, about eleven-to-twelve inches long. Once found, I need it brought back here: could you do that for me?" He offered the parchment to the green-eyed elf.
"Mister Harry Potter gives Dobby an assignment. Dobby could sing with joy-"
"Yes Dobby, but this is urgent."
The elf then vanished with another loud CRACK, leaving the Time Lord and the unconscious witch as the sole occupants of the room. Sighing, the 'teen' sank onto the bed and closed his eyes. He lost himself in the many different timelines that weaved around him, the Earth rotating beneath his feet and the sounds of the universe ringing in his ears.
"I've missed this, you know? 'Course you don't, to you I was a teenage wizard. A handsome one, mind you, but a wizard nonetheless. Although technically, magic isn't really magic. It's merely psycho kinesis of ambient residue of the void's waste. To be fair, this is a parallel world so who knows what spawned magic here. But how did I get here? The TARDIS can't enter parallel Earths thanks to me slamming the walls of reality shut. Hmmm..."
He lay there for several minutes, so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even hear the returning CRACK of the excitable elf until it leapt onto his chest. Letting out a curse in High Gallifreyan, he clutched a hand to both hearts and glared at the elf.
"Dobby, what the hell was that about?"
Instead of responding, the diminutive creature stared up at him in awe.
"The Great Harry Potter sir speaks the language of the Old Ones. Dobby is amazed at Harry Potter's ability of its use."
"Right, sorry about that. Slipped out and I kinda need you not to tell anyone about that, ok? Now, did you get the box?" Nodding rapidly, Dobby slipped a hand into the pillowcase he wore and pulled out the box in question. Handing it to the 'young' Time Lord, the elf vanished once more with a loud CRACK. Once Dobby was gone, the Doctor stared down at the pitch black metal of the box, anticipation flooding his body.
"Now, if I remember correctly..." he trailed off as he ran the tip of his index finger over the box's surface, tracing a complex pattern. Upon connecting the end of the pattern with the beginning, a brilliant white light shone around the edges of the box, causing the box to crack open. Sliding the now cracked box's lid off, he grinned as he stared down at a familiar sight. A cylindrical object, eight or so inches long, made from what looked like bronze and a silver-like metal with a leather and porcelain grip. A small button could be noticed near the ties of the leather. At the tip, a green crystal was held by four claw-like prongs.
Ginning widely, the Doctor grabbed hold of the instrument and stared at it lovingly.
"Hello old friend, I've missed you. Now, time for the old girl..."
Holding the instrument before him, he activated it. A buzzing noise filled the air, constantly changing pitch and volume as the Doctor tried to find the correct frequency he needed.
"Come on, come on, come on!" He muttered, sliding his finger over the activation button, his brow furrowed as he cycled through the many different frequencies he had stored in the device's software. He frowned slightly when the signal wavered but shook it off as the device let out a loud PING followed by a familiar wheezing groan.
Vworp. Vworp. Vworp. Vworp. Vworp.
"Hello sexy." He grinned, watching as the beautiful sight of a royal blue police box slowly faded into existence in the centre of the room. A few seconds later, it fully materialised before him, the sound of the engines fading away. Raising a hand, he held his breath.
CLICK
CREAK
He grinned manically as the doors swung open, revealing a massive cathedral-like room (AN: Think Capaldi's current layout.). Walking forward, he stopped for a second and looked at the form of the downed girl.
"Can't just leave her lying there, can I?"
Making his way over to Hermione's unconscious form, he scooped her up in his arms and ran into the TARDIS, shutting the doors behind him. A few seconds later, the familiar Vworp, Vworp, Vworp, Vworp, Vworp, sounded as the TARDIS began its dematerialisation sequence. The fading sound of the engines dematerialising died away, just as the youngest Weasley male entered the dorm, a scowl on his features.
"Where the bloody hell are they?"
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The Doctor danced around the console, flicking multiple switches and punching buttons as he programmed the Time/Space ship, ignoring the comatose female sitting a few feet away from him. Whistling, he pulled out his sonic screwdriver and aimed it at the panel before him.
Bzzt bzzt bzz-
He yelped and jumped back slightly as sparks leapt from both the panel and the tip of his screwdriver. Frowning, he glared at the instrument he held in his hand.
"Really, you're going to do this again?" Sighing, he replaced the sonic into his trouser pocket. It was then that he noticed the blip on the monitor above him.
"Hello, what's going on here?"
Reaching up, he tugged down the monitor and fiddled with the dials located near the bottom.
"A distress call, huh, from Cardiff? I swear if this is who I think it is..." he growled, moving over to the other side of the console in order to punch in the co-ordinates. It was at this moment that Hermione decided to wake up.
"H-Harry?" She called groggily, holding a hand to her head. Looking up in search of her friend, a look of shock and awe encompassed her features as she took in the sight of the main console room. "What?" She croaked, causing the Doctor to turn in her direction, his trademark manic grin plastered across his lips.
"AH! Hermione, you're awake. Good, saves me the trouble of waking you up, now!" The Doctor clapped his hands loudly as he turned back to the console, dashing about as he fumbled with various knobs and buttons. "The TARDIS picked up a distress signal in Cardiff, as I need to refuel I thought I would check in to see what's going on."
"Harry, what-" She was cut off as the TARDIS shook violently, sending her crashing into one of the safety rails.
"Sorry! Bit rusty with this, been years. Come here you little bugger!" Sparks danced along the panels as the TARDIS was again rocked harshly.
"HARRY!" Hermione screamed, holding onto the railing as though her life depended on it. The room seemed to spin as the blue box hurtled haphazardly through the time vortex. Snarling, the Time Lord grabbed another lever and yanked it up, sending him crashing into one of the railings. Hermione cried out, watching horror struck as her friend was rag-dolled viciously.
"What's going on? Why are we being thrown around like-" She was cut off as another explosion from the console rocked the TARDIS, causing them both to tighten their grips on their respective railings.
"The TARDIS has finally picked up on the fact that we're in a parallel universe! The warped timelines are giving her indigestion. She's trying to get us out of here but something is blocking our escape."
Coughing, the Doctor slowly made his way back over to the now sparking and damaged console. He grunted as he yanked down a particularly stiff lever, ending the violent tremors. A low rumble sounded throughout the room, signalling their arrival.
"Come on Hermione, we need to get out. Now!"
Grabbing hold of her hand, the two sprinted from the room. Just in time because as the slammed the door shut behind them, the time rotor column exploded, flooding the room with pure, undiluted time energy. Breathing heavily, the battered pair leant against the dark blue wood of the Type-40 time machine.
"Well, this won't be taking us anywhere anytime soon. Let's look around shall we."
The Gryffindor witch stared at him incredulously.
"We were nearly killed and you want to 'look around'? Are you mad!"
"Mad? Definitely, now! If I'm correct, there should be a café around here." And without waiting for an answer, he walked off in the direction of the small shops opposite them. Sighing, Hermione chased after him, a look of exasperation clear on her face. When she finally caught up, she found him aiming a strange metal instrument at a cash machine.
"Harry what are you-" She stopped abruptly as a low buzzing sound resonated from the now viridian glow of the tip. A number of bills then slid from the slot below the screen, which the Doctor promptly pocketed. When he turned to face his companion, he noticed her staring at his sonic oddly.
"What?"
"What is that and how did you pull out money with it?" Shrugging, he tossed the sonic into the air and caught it before pocketing it.
"Sonic Screwdriver and I may have hacked the ATM a little to withdraw money and-I'm gonna stop talking as that look tells me that you don't approve."
"Of course I don't approve." She hissed, glaring at the piece of alien technology he held "It's stealing." The Doctor snorted.
"I withdrew it from UNIT's funding and last I checked I work for them. At least, on my Earth I did."
\Before she could respond, a number of black cars suddenly surrounded them and within seconds, a squad of soldiers stood before them. At the sight of guns, Hermione raised her hands above her head while the Doctor strode forward, a grin on his lips.
"Ah, hello there! Was wondering when you lot would turn up. I've been here," He glanced at the watch on his wrist before turning to the face the soldiers again "four minutes and you only get here now? I mean really, I expected you lot to get here sooner as I am...being very arrogant aren't I, am I arrogant now? Or is it rude? What do you think Mione?"
He turned to face his Gryffindor friend, only to be brought back by the sound of a familiar voice.
"My my, now this is different. I don't believe I remember this form of yours. Bit young isn't it."
"Why couldn't I have been Jack?" The Doctor groaned as he stared at the owner of the voice.
"Who is she Harry?" asked Hermione, staring at the woman in question.
"It's complicated." He muttered, smiling at the frizzy-haired woman and her crimson grin "Hello dear, I'm home."
"Hello sweetie, and where have you been?"
"A fun story, anyway let me introduce my companion Hermione Granger. Hermione, meet River Song: my Wife. I take it you're the cause of the distress signal."
"You know it honey, now, what can you tell me about the Yvultions?"
AN: And, cut! Well, now we see both the return of the TARDIS and our dear River. With having to deal with River, no TARDIS, a new alien threat, Hermione's questions and a parallel world, how will the Doctor survive with his 'sanity' intact? Make sure to Follow/Fave/Review in order to keep up to date with our newest Doctors Adventures. I do enjoy hearing your opinions on my take of the Doctor and whatever universe I play with. This is AuraStormMaster, signing off.