A/N: Sorry it took so long to update, I had a bit of writer's block. I'm not entirely satisfied with this chapter, but it's the second last one so it's just the necessary filler bit. It's a bit short, sorry.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and Harry Potter aren't mine, unfortunately.
Hermione showed them to the second and third angels.
"There's more, but they move around," she told them.
"Fantastic," Rose muttered sarcastically. The Doctor pulled out his screwdriver and started scanning the area. He frowned.
"Can't she just conjure up some more statues?" Rose suggested.
"With four more angels, it'd be better to have them all in one place to be destroyed or sealed in. Also, that statue didn't work because it has no consciousness so it wasn't really looking, and the angel has followed us around for a few minutes now," the Doctor replied without lifting his gaze from his screwdriver, "We'll have to lure them into looking at each other. But how?"
"We should find something they want, have them surround it and then move it out of their vision so they look at each other. It would stop them permanently, right?" Hermione suggested. The Doctor tore his eyes away from the screwdriver.
"You're a genius. That's a fantastic idea!" he said, eyes widening in surprise. Hermione blushed. Rose turned around, irritated that she hadn't impressed the Doctor, only to find herself face to face with the angel.
"Doctor," she warned. He turned to look at the source of the noise.
"Keep looking at it and back away slowly towards me," he reached out an arm to help her. Rose let him guide her into a protective hug. The trio backed around the nearest corner before turning and running towards the TARDIS.
Once they'd arrived, the Doctor gasped.
"The TARDIS!" he yelled, "We can lure them around the TARDIS!" Rose grinned and hopped inside, followed by the Doctor. Hermione hesitated, but reluctantly stepped through the doors.
"I've always wanted to learn this spell!" she exclaimed.
"Spell?" Rose asked.
"An Undetectable Extension charm. It's really advanced magic. Half the seventh years can't do it properly. How did you manage it?"
"It's a different dimension. This is my futuristic time machine. No spells needed," the Doctor replied firmly, "Now, who wants to catch some weeping angels?"
A/N: I'm going away so I may not be able to write the last chapter but I will finish the story, promise. Please tell me what you think!