Well, as I said, I'm on a holiday right now. Luckily, where I'm staying has free Wi-Fi at a coffee shop nearby, I have a laptop, and my imagination hasn't deserted me yet. Enjoy! As always, reviews are appreciated, and I will accept suggestions for something that should occur later on.

Also, after this chapter, I'll be taking a break from this story to work on another fanfic. I WILL NOT FORGET about this story, the next update just might be a day or two in coming, instead of a chapter per day.

Chapter 6 Invisibility Cloaks? That's Cheating!

Jack sighed, and decided that the subject wasn't worth arguing over. "Are we going to get out of here or not?"

"Right-o." responded Taal, walking over to the door. "Unlocked. Really, what is with these wizards that they decided that we would have never gotten out of those ropes?" she poked her head out into the corridor. "And they didn't even post a guard! They must have a really low opinion of our abilities!"

The Doctor stepped out next, holding his sonic screwdriver out and scanning the hallway. "No life signs around here. We go…" there was a pause as he swept the sonic back and forth along the hall. It's buzzing increased in pitch towards one end, but he seemed almost confused.

"Having some trouble with the screwdriver, Doctor?" said Jack, stepping out from the room. "And I have to say I agree with you Ta- Major. Last time I was locked up with him, he was in a birdcage guarded by a megalomaniac with a LASER screwdriver, and I was bound hand-and-foot with chains… It wasn't fun, to tell you the least."

Taal regarded him coolly. "Was that supposed to impress me, or is exaggeration your hobby?"

"Stop it, you two!" said the Doctor. "Honestly, you argue like an old married couple!" Taal and Jack immediately shut up after that and regarded him with irritation. He raised his eyebrows and grinned. "As for the screwdriver comment, Jack, it's working fine. I just can't remember whether we got to the high pitched or low pitched end."

"Oh, so it's not the screwdriver that's crap, then!" Jack was laughing now, but the Doctor was too.

"Says the man holding a banana!" he managed to force out between guffaws. He offered his hand for a high-five to Taal, who immediately slapped it. "I can't believe that you remembered that story!"

Taal looked somewhat taken aback. "What story?" she said, completely astonished. "Bananas are good, and I had one in my pocket."

The Doctor opened his mouth to explain, but Jack playfully shoved him. "You are NEVER telling her that story!" he said.

The Doctor shrugged, but when Jack's back was turned, he mouthed, "I'll tell you later…"

"So which way are we going, then?" asked Jack. "We can't just stay here forever! Eventually Mr. Overgrown Bat will be coming back to torture us some more, and we've got to get out of here!"

"We go…" the Doctor shook the screwdriver up and down several times, perhaps hoping that it would give him some more information, but it gave nothing away. "We'll go this way."

The trio set off though the dim corridors, the doctor occasionally sweeping the screwdriver back and forth on front of him, scanning for life forms. Taal was somewhat critical of his technique, and continued using her eyes and ears to look out for anyone. Jack walked along behind them, completely not paying attention to anything and munching on the banana that Taal had throw at him. Eventually, though, he spoke up.

"Doctor, are you sure we're going the right way? I admit that I wandered around for a bit in the corridors from the entrance to the dungeon trying to find you, but not for this long!" he said between bites of banana.

"Of course I'm sure!" The Doctor looked back at Jack. "Since when have I given you cause to doubt me?"

Jack took a last bite and threw the banana peel on the ground behind him. "Since you left me behind on Satellite 5-"

"Shhhhh!" said Taal, motioning for Jack to be quiet. "I just heard something. Someone's here." She reached into her coat pocket to pull out her replicator, which could be used to produce a more substantial weapon, but pulled out the wand instead. Since this was a wizarding school, she decided to hold onto it, instead of putting it away and pulling out her replicator. She slowly turned, keeping the wand out in front of her. The corridor was dark, and slowly getting darker.

"Doctor-" she said, waiting for him to turn to her, "-What's the spell for light. I want to try something."

The Doctor shrugged. "Lumos? I think that that's right."

Taal nodded, and held the wand a little tighter. "Lumos." She whispered. To her astonishment, the tip of the wand flared up with light and lit up the corridor. "Oh, brilliant!" she looked around. Something seemed wrong. "Jack?"

"Hmmm?" said Jack, who was currently trying to pinch his gun from her side pocket.

She slapped his hand away, then continued. "You remember that banana I gave you?"

"Yeah…"

"And you…" she paused. "Ate it, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Then," said Taal, casting the light around the whole corridor, looking around. "Where's the peel?"

The three slowly turned around to look at where Jack had thrown the peel. The floor was now completely bare. Slowly, the peel came back into view, as if someone had put something over it and now was pulling it away.

"Someone's here!" cried Jack, instinctually reaching into his coat for his gun. No gun was there, of course, so he came out empty handed. Taal sighed and, reaching into her coat, threw him his gun. He gave her a mock salute, and trained the gun on the supposedly empty hallway.

"Who's there?" said the Doctor, sweeping his screwdriver back and forth across the hallway. "I know you're there. And since you're using an invisibility cloak, I think that I know who it is." His supposedly random sweeping of his screwdriver slowed, until he pointed it at one specific place. "Gotcha." He made a mad grab for a seemingly empty area of space. He lurched forward a bit, but came away with a cloak made out of a silky material in his hand and three fourth years landing sprawled on the ground in front of him.

"An invisibility cloak!" cried Jack. "That's cheating!"

Harry scrambled to his feet and almost made a grab for the cloak, but backed off when Jack pointed his gun at him. Ron and Hermione stayed huddled together about ten feet away from the Doctor, Taal and Jack, Ron muttering almost incoherently the whole time. Taal could just make out what he was saying- "Th-th-th-that's Barty Crouch Junior! He's a DEATH EATER! We were mad to come down here, mad I tell you! Harry must be suffering from oxygen deprivation or something; we've got to get out of here before he curses someone!"

The Doctor almost sighed, and threw the cloak down on the ground, albeit away from Harry. He tucked his screwdriver into his suit jacket, still having not gotten his coat back, and clasped his hands behind his back, trying to look unthreatening. Taal and Jack, on the other hand, kept the wands and the gun trained on Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

"I'm not Barty Crouch, Ronald. And I'm certainly no Death Eater. Look." He rolled up his sleeve, showing that there was no Dark Mark there. "Look, all clean! Never any Mark, I'm NOT a Death Eater!"

"Don't listen to him, Harry!" called out Ron. "He could have disguised it or something!"

The Doctor and Hermione spoke at the same time. "Honestly, Ronald, don't you read?" the Doctor, of course was referring to the Harry Potter books, and Hermione was referring to something else, but the fact was still there.

The Doctor nodded to Hermione as she looked at him in astonishment, then continued. "A Death Eater's Dark Mark cannot be hidden by magical means. So unless this man is wearing a lot of makeup on his arm or something, he hasn't got a Mark."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Does he look like the type of person who would wear outlandish amounts of makeup… on his arm?"

"Shut up, Jack." Said the Doctor, shooting him a look. Jack shut up, but kept the gun out where Harry and the others could see it. Taal had started to lower her wand, but kept it out with the tip lit up. Despite her cat-like senses, she needed to know right away in case something was happening.

"You say that you're not a Death Eater." Harry hissed. The Doctor nodded, smiling slightly. "You say that you're not a threat." The Doctor nodded again. "Then why does your associate have a gun pointed strait at my head?"

The Doctor almost laughed. "Because… because… You're flipping HARRY POTTER! The Boy-Who-Lived! Voldemort's greatest enemy! You have a talent for getting yourself in and out of trouble, and, frankly, I'd rather not get involved in said trouble!"

Harry looked dumbfounded. "You said his name! You said Voldemort's name!"

The Doctor shrugged. "It's just a name. Names are just titles, and titles don't tell you anything. Don't fear the name, if you must fear something; fear the man- if you can call him a man- behind the name."

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. This was what he had been saying about Voldemort for the past four years, ever since he had found out that he was a wizard, and here was a Death Eater, or at least a Death Eater look-alike saying the same thing. Despite himself, he found that he could grow to like this enigmatic man, and maybe his cat-like companion as well. But the other man's gun-pointing wasn't doing him any favors.

"So. If you're not a Death Eater by the name of Barty Crouch Junior, then who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor." He said. "This is Taal, my companion. She's a catperson."

"And I'm Captain Jack Harkness." Said Jack, finally putting his gun away and holding out his hand in greeting.

"Jack…" Said the Doctor, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Don't start."

"I was only saying hello!" he said, retracting his hand and looking at the Doctor.

"For you, that's starting." Snapped the Doctor.

"Hold on…" said Hermione, staring at the Doctor. "You're the Doctor! But that's… that's impossible! You don't exist! And besides, you don't look like him, anyway. Unless you've regenerated."

"Well, obviously, we do." Said Jack. "Doctor, we need to get out of here. The longer we sit and chat, the more likely it is that Snape or someone'll come down here. Especially Moody. If they think that you're Barty Crouch Junior, you definitely need to stay away from Moody."

"Yeah… Look, it's been lovely chatting with you, it really has." Said the Doctor. "But we really need to go. The TARDIS is out in the forest-"

"You really have a TARDIS, then!" exclaimed Hermione, beside herself with excitement.

"Hermione, what are you talking about?" cried Ron.

"The Doctor!" Ron obviously didn't get it. "From Doctor Who!"

"Doctor… what?" said the Doctor, obviously not having been paying much attention.

"Who." Said Hermione. "It's this great television show that hasn't been on the air for a long time now. But my dad was obsessed with it- we watched it all the time from videos he had."

The Doctor was looking worried now. "Look, why don't we finish this conversation later, in the TARDIS or something. You three put back on the cloak," he kicked it back to Harry, who picked it up. "And follow us. Just…" he paused. "By careful."

The Doctor, Taal, and Jack started to continue walking down the corridor when Hermione called out from behind them, "You are aware that you're going the wrong way, right?"

They turned around and started walking back the way that they came. All were two embarrassed to notice when a tall, grizzled figure stepped out from the shadows behind them and, watching them go, took a swig from a flask. It would have been to dark to see properly, but it was obvious that this figure had heard their every word.