A/N: So... I'm starting to get more into the HP world in this chapter. Some interesting stuff takes place. Also, I do not own Doctor Who, Star Wars, or Harry Potter. I enjoy suggestions, or criticism, or anything, really. I guess I'm just kinda doing my own thing regardless of who reads. Anyways, hope this whets your appetite!

We were standing in front of the plant, the first years all lined up to take their turn. Professor Longbottom was at the front, explaining where to aim and gesturing to the general area he wanted them to shoot the spell at. "It takes some practice, so if you want more than one shot at it, go back to the end of the line for another chance." The students nodded, the first one being a rather short girl with strawberry blond hair. She looked nervous. "Kara, it's all right," the professor said, kneeling down to talk with her. He looked into her eyes. "You can do this; you have more power than you know, and I am confident that you can wield this spell." The girl nodded, took a deep breath, and stepped forward. The plant slithered and snaked its way towards the ceiling and towards her. I was tempted to jump in front of her to save her from the plant, but I knew it would blow our cover, so I stood where I was.

She held her wand with a small bit of confidence. With a feeble shout of "Incendio!", she struck one of the tendrils that had been coming for her. I gave a small sigh of relief as the plant recoiled from the effect. I heard Kaal and Aryn's held breaths as well. At least I knew I wasn't the only one.

"You know, we don't have any wands, or any magic at all whatsoever," Aryn muttered to me.

"I know that, Aryn; I'm trying not to let this guy figure it out," I whispered back. My eyes never left the professor. I needed to make sure he was distracted when we spoke to each other.

"Are you attracted to him?" Kaal asked quietly, disrupting my focus. I blinked.

"What?" I said aloud, looking at him. He shrank back, sheepish. The professor's head snapped towards us. He had just let the fourth student ahead to try the spell on the Devil's snare. "No, I most certainly am not," I told Kaal. The professor gave us a questioning look.

"Are you three sure you're all right?" Before any of us could answer, I heard a muffled voice. The student! The professor saw my face and whipped around, being much closer than we were to the plant. "Incendio!" he cried, his wand bursting with fire and engulfing the roots of the tendrils that had the student in its grasp. The plant quickly dropped him, and there was a crack. Not loud, but certainly noticeable.

I winced; that did not sound good. Not at all. Professor Longbottom helped the boy up, the student's left wrist hanging at an odd angle. "I need to get him to the Infirmary."

Aryn quickly jumped in. "I'll take him, if he can lead me there. We haven't become acquainted with the castle quite yet. Kaal can come with me." The professor looked at the two, finally realizing that Kaal wasn't a normal human. His eyes flitted with unease.

"You're sure that you three are Educational Inspectors? I'm probably older than all three of you. And what are you supposed to be, anyways?" he directed the question to Kaal. His curious eyes met the Zabrak's. Kaal swallowed. I gave a short nod to let him know it was okay to tell him.

"I'm a Zabrak."

"A Zabrak? Never heard of it. Are you a human mix?"

"Yes."

"And you've trained as a wizard?"

Kaal was getting nervous at all the questions. "Y-yes."

I had to jump in. "Professor, they are more than capable of helping the boy to the Infirmary. Now why don't you let them go so he can get fixed and the rest of the class can continue the lesson?" My eyes bore into his icy ones, a cold look to them. He spoke to the child.

"Kenny, the inspectors will be taking you to the Infirmary. You know where that is. Let Madame Pomfrey know what happened, and please try not to continue breaking bones. This is Herbology, not Quidditch."

The boy nodded, and Aryn and Kaal gave me tight-lipped nods as they followed the boy. Apparently, this wasn't the boy's first time breaking something. I smiled myself, then turned to watch as another student stepped up to give himself a chance at practicing the spell. The rest of the class went quite uneventfully, Kenny, Aryn and Kaal coming back nearly when it was over.

"Do you want to try again, Kenny?" The boy shook his head. "Are you sure? I want you to be prepared, in case you need to make your way through an obstacle like this." The boy shifted on his feet. His wrist was completely healed. Strange; I'd have to ask Aryn and Kaal about that. He gave a small nod, and the professor allowed him to go ahead of the last two. The boy stood up straight and faced the plant. It slunk and slid around, the tendrils looking like little whips ready to crack.

"Incendio!" he cried, his wand and arm extended. A bright light erupted from the end of his wand and hit the plant's closest few tendrils, causing it to recoil.

"Good job!" the professor said, beaming at the boy. "I knew you could do it; now go on, get over there with the rest of the group." He looked at the last two boys left. James and Ted. "You two; always wanting to practice more." He shook his head, a smile catching his face. "Well, go on, James. Make your parents proud." The boy grinned mischievously and stepped forward. With a more than theatrical wave, the boy shouted "Incendio!" and blasted the plant almost out of the pot it was in. That was much more forceful than the first time he'd tried it. "Was that really necessary?" Professor Longbottom asked. James only shrugged and went over by the rest of the class. Ted's last turn.

The boy walked up to the plant, looking mildly curious. A quick swish and flick, and the plant was again reeling from the "incendio" spell. That was everyone then. The three of us started to walk over to the group; unfortunately, the professor had other ideas.

"Inspector Smith," he called, causing me to turn around. I was lucky I remembered that was the name I gave. "Would you care to try your hand at subduing the plant?"

I coughed. "There's no need; this is for first year students, is it not?"

"It is, but I figured they should see what their educational inspectors are capable of, shouldn't they? I mean, after all, they will someday replace you, right?" I narrowed my eyes. He was challenging me—us. Calling us out, daring us to prove who we were. Smart man; that look—that look just got to me, reminded me so much of—

I shook my head. "I don't have a normal wand."

He looked confused. "What do you mean you don't have a normal wand? What do you have?" I pulled out my sonic and held it up for him to see. "What is that?"

"It's my wand—kind of." Aryn and Kaal exchanged looks behind me.

"What about their wands?" he asked, pointing to my companions.

"They don't have their wands on them."

"Why not? Every witch and wizard is supposed to carry their wands on them at all times."

"Are you afraid we're going to be attacked, Professor? Is there a war going on? We're inspectors, not warriors."

He couldn't stop staring at me; it was making me uncomfortable. "You three are a strange lot, that's for sure. All right then, can you use that thing on the plant?"

"I should be able to." I took a deep breath and planted myself in front of the slippery, somewhat slimey plant. I wordlessly set the wand to a spark setting, which thankfully reached the plant and zapped it hard enough to retreat its clutches. "Happy?" I said, turning from the plant and pocketing my sonic.

The professor nodded. "It's enough for me, though you need to explain why your wand is metal and not wood. I've never seen one like that before." He looked at the three of us one last time before ushering the class out of the greenhouse and back to the classroom. The three of us hung back so we could figure out where to go from here.

Aryn was the first to say something. "That man damn near got us, Chancellor! What were you thinking, having us be 'inspectors'?"

"You weren't exactly brimming with ideas, Aryn!" I shot back. "It was the only thing I had to bargain with. Besides, the psychic paper showed her what she wanted to see. You sometimes got to go with what you're dealt."

"Ladies, can we not do this here? I'm sure more professors and students are going to be around; we might not want everyone to hear our conversation," Kaal warned, his dark eyes flashing with worry. "And I don't think our cover is going to last much longer with that professor asking so many damn questions!"

"Well, Kaal, if you hadn't started second-guessing yourself, he would probably have left us alone."

"Oh, so now it's my fault?" he said, getting angry with me.

"I didn't ask you to come with me!"

"So now it's my fault?" Aryn said, her hands on her hips. She looked ready to throw a few punches in my direction. I gave up. I didn't know what to do anymore.

"All right; we're done here then. We'll go to the professor, ask him what year and planet this is, and be gone, okay? That was the original plan, wasn't it?"

"Yes," they replied curtly.

"Fine." I turned towards the exit and froze. The man, that professor—he was blocking the way and had heard everything. His wand was up and pointed at me.

"You better stop where you are."

I swallowed a big lump in my throat and put my hands up. This was bad, very bad. "Look, we can explain what's going on; it's really kind of funny, actually—"

"Don't move," the man said through clenched teeth. "I don't want to hear your excuses for why you're impersonating Ministry officials; that sort of thing can get you locked up in Azkaban. Considering your current position, that might be a relief after I'm done with you." The man's eyes were hardened like icicles. I felt around and managed to grab my sonic. I held it up, hoping against all hope that they had fixed the damn wood setting. The man held his wand at the ready. "You really want to duel with me? I can guarantee that you will lose." With that, he launched a silent spell at me. I shut my eyes, looking away and shoved my sonic in front of me, pressing the button. Oh, I hope this worked.

I felt a jolt hit me, my body had completely frozen. What in the world had he hit me with? I couldn't even see if my sonic had done anything to him. Aryn and Kaal were staring at the man. What? my mind yelled, begging for answers. What the hell just happened?

"Kaal, I think we should just stop and go with him," Aryn said, slowing backing away from me. I knew then that the wood setting still didn't exist. Great, just great, I thought, my body rigid as a board. Attacked by a wizard, and unable to move at all. I felt the ground fall from under me. What was happening? I could see Aryn and Kaal going white. What was he doing?

"Well, Inspector," he spat out, mocking me. "Guess I'll have to take you to Headmistress McGonagall for proper punishment." He looked at me, still frozen. He laughed. "That stupid wand you have; doesn't it work against wood?"

I wanted to kick this man, and the one who made the sonic WITHOUT a wood setting! I was seething at this point, my body screaming for release from the spell that had hold of me. When I struggled to break it, I couldn't. Damn sonic! He had levitated me for ease of movement, and had Aryn and Kaal at wand-point as he led us out of the greenhouse. As we were making our way past the gardens, I saw something I'd never expected to see.

I gasped internally. There was no way; they shouldn't be here. They were from my time, my world—and they were piddling about the garden like it was their home! I had to try and tell someone, but there was nothing I could do until he released me from whatever spell he'd cast on me. And by that time, it might be too late.