Chapter 10 – Disturbance at Grimauld Place

He ran through Hogwart's corridors, his wand gripped firmly in his sweat-soaked right hand. He risked a look behind him, and was relieved to see that no one had followed him. He had lost them. Still, it was good to hide, just in case.

He barged through the nearest door, which revealed a classroom, with Professor Smith sitting at his desk, blue box standing imposingly beside it.

Professor Smith looked up. "Ah, Harry, what's the matter?" he asked.

But he ignored the Professor, as the blue box had caught his attention. Staring intently at it, he walked towards the blue monolith. To his surprise, the doors burst open as he approached, and he stepped inside.

The interior of the box was pitch black, and he looked around, disorientated. Suddenly, the empty void lit up, revealing some sort of tank containing a creature inside it. Curious, he approached the tank, trying to make out what it contained. It appeared to be something humanoid, but had the same orange colour as a squid.

He blinked. The orange creature had transformed, and was now a mottled green snake. The glass cracked, and he hurriedly took a step back, but it was too late, The tank shattered, water going everywhere, and the snake leapt straight at him, fangs bared -

"Argh!"

Harry woke with a start, breathing heavily as he stared into darkness. Ever since he'd first had the dream of a snake attacking Mr Weasley, the dirty beast had popped up in every dream since. But Harry knew that it wasn't the same snake. No, the latest one was simply a figment of his imagination. But why had Professor Smith and his blue box appeared? And what was that orange thing in the tank, the one that had turned into the snake?

Maybe Hermione was right. Maybe there was something weird with Professor Smith after all.

Harry took several calming breaths. 'I'm not the weapon,' he told himself determinedly, and lay back down on his bed, and was asleep within seconds.

When Ron woke him for breakfast several hours later, he didn't remember the dream at all.

Christmas Eve made Grimauld Place seem more alive than it ever had been. Sirius was singing Christmas carols at the top of his voice, and even Lupin was smiling continuously. However, Ron's recent behaviour had been very peculiar. Ever since Umbridge had comandeered his, Harry and Hermione's detention, he had been steadily becoming more and more distracted. He kept glancing behind his back nervously, as if expecting someone to be behind him, and even the smallest touch made him leap a metre in the air.

Everyone in Grimald Place had noticed this, but when they asked Ron if anything was wrong, he'd always assure them that he was perfectly fine, and that they should leave him alone. At first, they had honoured his wishes, but when it became obvious that his condition hadn't changed, Mrs Weasley put her foot down.

"Ron! I've got something for you!" she shouted one morning.

After five minutes, Ron finally appeared in the kitchen, but not before nervously sneaking a glance behind him.

"Yeah, what is it?" he asked.

Mrs Weasley put a smoking goblet on the table. "A calming potion. You've been so jumpy, I'm surprised you haven't left your skin upstairs."

Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Fred and George, who were in the kitchen playing Exploding Snap, sniggered.

Ron groaned. "I told you, mum, I'm perfectly fine!"

Mrs Weasley put her hands on her hips. "Don't lie to me, Ronald Weasley! You've been acting strangely ever since the the holidays began, so don't you try and tell me that nothing's wrong! Now, you drink this, or I'll charm your mouth open and pour it down your throat!"

Mumbling darkly, Ron reluctantly obeyed. He picked up the goblet and drained it, before swallowing. He visibly relaxed.

"There, that's much better, isn't it?" Mrs Weasley said kindly.

Ron nodded sleepily.

"Looks like mum's calming draught was too strong," Fred whispered. "Ron'll fall asleep!"

Mrs Weasley appeared to have noticed this as well. "Look at you, you're almost asleep! Why don't you gone on up to your room and have a bit of a lie down?"

"Sounds good, thanks mum," yawned Ron, and he turned and dragged himself up the stairs and out of sight.

"What's the bet he doesn't make it to his bed?" Ginny grinned, and the rest of the teenagers burst out laughing.

"None of that, thank you!" said Mrs Weasley sternly, her attention now shifted to them. "Ron's undoubtedly been under a lot of stress, Merlin knows we all have, ever since Arthur was attack - OH, FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!"

Someone had rung the doorbell, setting off Mrs Black again.

"FILTHY HALF-BREEDS, BLOOD TRAITORS, HOW DARE YOU SET FOOT IN THE HOUSE OF BLACK!" the portrait shrieked, her screams echoing downstairs into the kitchen.

"Shut up, you old hag!" came Sirius' voice a second later, and Mrs Black's shrieks ceased immediately.

"Merlin's beard, it's time for the meeting!" Mrs Weasley said. Time had gotten away from her, she'd been so worried about Ron. "You five better take that game up to the lounge room before the rest of the Order gets here."

"Can't we stay?" whined George. "I want to hear all about You-Know-Who getting his ar-"

"That's enough, now out!" Mrs Weasley interrupted, and directed them out of the kitchen.

Tonks, Kingsley, Mad-Eye and Lupin greeted them in the lounge room?

"Wotcher," said Tonks, her hair now a dark purple. "Sorry 'bout the noise, I keep forgetting not to ring the doorbell."

"Despite the many times I've specifically told you not to do so," grumbled Sirius, rolling his eyes. "Come on, let's get this meeting started."

The adults quickly descended the stairs. Tonks looked back to give them a wink, and almost fell down the stairs in the process.

Grinning, Harry shook his head and turned to Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George.

"She's so forgetful," he said as Fred dealt a new round of Exploding Snap.

"Who cares, she's great fun," said Ginny. "I'd hate it if she had to leave for some reason, like if she was put on an assignment overseas."

"Yeah, the place would be a lot more boring if she weren't here," agreed George. "Mainly because she wouldn't serve as a distraction from King Prat."

"Percy?" Hermione asked.

"Percy, King Prat?" Fred said in shock. "How could you say such a thing?"

"But -" began Hermione, confused. The twins had always regarded Percy as being the biggest prat they'd ever known!

"Percy is Supreme Overlord Prat," finished George. "Ron's the King Prat."

"Oh, right," laughed Hermione. "You had me there for a second."

"D'you reckon that calming draught will work though?" Harry said worriedly.

"'Course, mum's potions always work," said Ginny. "Snap!" she proclaimed, banging her hand down on the pile of cards.

"Hey, that's not fair!" protested George furiously. "You had us all distracted, and -"

"Guys, shut up!" Harry said loudly. George and Ginny stopped arguing.

"What?" asked Hermione.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" said Fred.

"I swear I heard something, a sound sort of like what your old car used to make."

Everyone strained their ears. A faint wheezing, groaning sound could be heard from upstairs. The teenagers exchanged confused looks. What was that sound?

Abruptly, the sound stopped, and a faint thud echoed through the house, rattling several pieces of crockery in their cases. The vibrations did not go undetected downstairs, and Tonks, Mad-Eye, Lupin, Kingsley, Sirius and Mrs Weasley came running back up the stairs.

"What's going on here? What was that thud? Did the cards just explode?" Mrs Weasley demanded, glancing at the game. The deck was unexploded.

All of a sudden, the came a series of grunts, and Professor Smith came tumbling down the stairs.

"Oof, ow, ouch!" he cried, sliding across the floor before coming to a rest at Sirius' feet. Sirius stepped back hurriedly and drew his wand, a movement copied by the other adults.

"Hello, Professor!" said Fred brightly.

"Professor?" Lupin said sharply. "You know him?"

"Of course we know him!" George continued. "He's a teacher from school!"

"Is this true?" Kingsley asked Professor Smith.

"Yeah," the teacher said, jumping to his feet and dusting himself off. "But hold the questions, you might want to step back a bit, I landed somewhere very unstable..."

With several loud thuds and crashes, a blue box followed Professor Smith down the stairs, sliding across the living room and coming to rest next to Professor Smith, who patted it fondly.

Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Fred and George gasped as the deck of cards blew up, sending smoked everywhere.

"That's your blue box; how'd it get here?" Ginny coughed, waving her hand rapidly in order to clear the smoke obscuring her vision.

"Blue box, you mean that blue box?" asked Mrs Weasley, pointing at the object.

Mad-Eye, ever the hardened auror, reacted swiftly. "Stupefy!" he snarled, sending a jet of red light towards Professor Smith. However, the spell dissipated before hitting its target.

Everyone was too flabbergasted to speak, except of course, the science Professor.

"Sorry, forgot to mention that the blue box has a –"

"Shield charm," growled Moody.

"Shield charm," agreed Professor Smith. "No, hang on, no, not a shield charm!" he said a second later, realising his error. "It's not a shield charm, it's a -"

"Force field," he and Tonks said at the same time.

Every turned in surprise to look at Tonks, who shrugged.

"What?" she said. "My dad's a sci-fi nut, I know about this stuff. If it's not a shield charm, then it's obviously a force field."

She looked at Professor Smith. "If you're a wizard, why did you say force field instead of shield charm?"

"Because it's a surprisingly accurate description!" Professor Smith grumbled. "And a personal preference."

"You're a muggle?" Kingsley asked.

"No, of course not! I just like to combine magic and technology."

"And you made a box?" said Hermione, eyebrow raised.

"Yes...no. I, err, bought it, made modifications to it later."

Sirius began to get impatient.

"If you don't mind, err, Professor, but could you please explain what the hell is going on in my house!" he said irritably.

Professor Smith glanced one final time at Tonks before smiling. "Oh, nothing malicious. I was just tracking down a young Gryffindor by the name of Ron Weasley."

"Ron?" Mrs Weasley said sharply. "What do you want with my son?"

George rolled his eyes. "What do you think, mum, seeing as this guy's a teacher? No doubt ickle Ronniekins has been neglecting to do his homework."

"What do you teach?" Lupin asked suddenly, wand still raised. "Albus found a candidate for Defence, so what subject are you taking?"

"Science," Professor Smith said absently, taking out his wand and activating it, causing a green light to emit from its tip, and a whirring sound to fill the room.

"Come on, get a lock on him," he muttered, rotating his body until he faced the staircase that he'd fallen down earlier. "This way!" he declared, and rushed up the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going, sonny?" Mad-Eye snarled, hastening up the stairs as well. The remaining occupants of the room glanced at each other and followed the old auror.

"Don't disturb Ron, he's sleeping!" Mrs Weasley shouted desperately.

Ron had been feeling a lot more relaxed since being given the potion, but the sleepiness was just an act; he wasn't tired at all. He had just wanted an excuse to get back to his room. As such, he was lying contentedly on his bed when the door to his room burst open.

"Aha, I've found you!" cried Professor Smith as he bounded into the room.

"You!" Ron said in shock, instantly turning as white as a ghost. "What're you doing here?" he said, frantically scrambling back as far as he could go on his bed.

"Oh, nothing much, just scanning your biological signature for traces of Human DNA," Professor Smith said grimly, pointing his wand at the pale figure as the house's other occupants jammed in through the door way.

"Human DNA?" asked Hermione, who had managed to catch the end of Professor Smith's sentence.

"Yes. And," Professor Smith looked at his wand, "there seems to be none of it. Interesting..."

"No Human DNA?" Hermione shrieked. "But that's absurd!"

Professor Smith ignored her, instead crouching down to get level with Ron's wide eyes.

"Look, I know you're not human, and I also know about that message you sent to your mothership. Despite the fact that you've abducted and done Rassilon-knows-what to one of these tiny, fantastic people, whose shape you've stolen, I'm still willing to give you a chance. Stop your actions now. Give Ron back, and I'll let you go."

"Pah!" Ron spat, his demeanour changing completely. "If you saw the message, then you'll know all about the Invasion Fleet! This planet is pathetic ... Doctor!"

Professor Smith's eyes widened in shock.

"How do you know my name?" he said quietly.

"The human girl," Ron said contemptuously. "She's obsessed with you, and managed to pick up on your little lapse of concentration." Ron grimaced. "She thinks she's so smart, but she's nothing, even the very young of my species could outwit her."

"Ron!" Mrs Weasley said angrily. "How dare you speak about Hermione like that, stop this now!"

"Quiet, Earthling," Ron shouted, his body beginning to shimmer. "I've been stuck in this form for weeks, and while others may enjoy the experience, I detest it!"

Ron's features began to blur, his skin becoming darker until...

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" screamed Mrs Weasley, while everyone barring Professor Smith recoiled in shock.

"What the hell is that?" asked Kingsely.

Ron had been replaced with a large brown/orange creature. Standing at least six feet tall, the sides of its arms and legs, its central torso, as well as the top of its elliptical head, were covered with octopus-like suckers.

Harry's eyes narrowed. He had a suspicion that he'd seen something like it before, in a dream...

Unbeknownst to him, this thought was also echoed by Hermione and Tonks.

Professor Smith sighed and stood up. "It's a Zygon, from the planet Zygor, which was destroyed several thousand years ago in an interplanetary war with the Xaranti. Since then, they've been looking for a new home world." He turned to the Zygon. "I thought I stopped you back in nineteen seventy-five, after all that Loch Ness hullabaloo."

"So it was you!" the Zygon hissed, reaching for a device hanging on its back. "That was the original scouting party for Sol 3; I am a member of the second."

"And you're going to be the last. Look, I know you're looking for a new planet, just let me help you, I can take you anywhere you want -"

"We don't want your help, Doctor, we want this planet!" the Zygon cried, hurling the device at the floor.

Professor Smith looked in horror at the device. "Nerve gas grenade, everyone out!" he shouted urgently, but it was too late. The grenade exploded, sending out a cloud of gas that immediately rendered every human in the room unconscious.

Professor Smith, twitching slightly from the effects of the gas, stared determinedly at the zygon. "You know I'm going to stop you," he said, voice dangerously soft.

The Zygon grinned evilly. "I'd like to see you try," it said as it was enveloped in a haze of blue light and disappeared.

An hour later, Mad-Eye sat up, coughing. "Blasted gas, never seen anything like it before. Quicker that the quickest stunner, that was."

"Agreed," said Sirius painfully, whacking his left leg. "I've got stinking pins and needles now."

"Professor Smith – where'd he go?" groaned Harry.

"Never mind him, where's that thing," shuddered Ginny.

"Well," said George, dusting himself off. "We always knew that Ron was a big orange -"

"-Thing that looks like a cross between a sweet potato and an octopus," finished Fred.

"Give it a rest, you two, Molly's pretty upset," said Lupin, patting a distraught Mrs Weasley on the back. "It's alright Molly, Ron will be fine."

"But that, that thing replaced him! How do we know that he's still alive?" Mrs Weasley wailed in despair.

Tonks was breathing heavily. "Why do I get the strangest sense of déjà vu?" she said. "I swear I've seen something like that before, in a dream."

"Me too!" Harry and Hermione said in surprise. All three glanced at each other, silently agreeing to discuss the topic later.

Kingsley shook his head. "Don't be silly, Tonks," he said gently. "Déjà vu creates false memories, you're imagining things."

"S'pose," Tonks said absently. She wasn't convinced.

Once the group had ascertained that everyone was unharmed, they descended the stairs to find Professor Smith sitting comfortably in a sofa, sipping a cup of tea while reading a book.

"'Bout time you lot showed up, I've been waiting ages," he said, discarding the book, and picking up another. "Hmm, not bad," he said, having flicked through the pages extremely quickly.

"Did you just read that entire book?" Ginny asked incredulously.

"Yep," replied Professor Smith, unconcerned.

"Wicked," Fred and George grinned to each other.

Hermione frowned disbelievingly. "Rubbish," she muttered quietly.

"What are you still here for?" Lupin asked curiously. "You could've left ages ago."

"I did," the science teacher replied, draining his cup. "And came back. You can come up now, Mister Weasley!" he called loudly.

"Arthur?" asked Molly. "Is he healed? How did you-"

She was stopped by the sight of Ron standing at the top of the kitchen stairs.

"Is - is this the real Ron?" Harry said quietly. Professor Smith nodded.

"Oh, RON!" Mrs Weasley shouted in joy, running forward to envelope her son in a big hug.

"Gerroff, mum!" the red head said grumpily.

Sirius sighed relief. "How'd you get him back, err?"

"Smith, Professor John Smith."

"How'd you get him back, John?"

"Just a quick hop to the Zygon ship. Took about an hour to find him, and another hour to get out, but we made it in the end." He stood up. "Now that you've got Ron back, I'll head off back to Hogwarts; gotta lot of planning to do for next term."

"Goodbye," he said as he shook the hands of everyone in the room. He lingered a bit with Tonks, but was soon standing just outside his blue box.

"Professor, you're not seriously going to get to Hogwarts in a box?" said Ginny, laughing.

"Why not? That's how I got here." Professor Smith said, indignant, and ducked inside, before quickly reappearing.

"Oh, by the way, Ron's got no lasting damage except for a memory wipe the zygons did after they interrogated him. Bye!" he said cheerfully, ducking back inside.

A few seconds later the box shuddered, before a wheezing, groaning noise began to emanate from it. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, Tonks, Lupin, Mad-Eye, Kingsley, Sirius and Mrs Weasley stared in shock as the box started to fade before their eyes. Within seconds, it was gone.

"Well," said Hermione in awe. "At least we know what the box does."

Harry, Hermione and Tonks didn't get a chance to discuss their mutual feeling of familiarity with the Zygons until dinner that night. All three volunteered to prepare dinner, a gesture that Mrs Weasley was hesitant to accept until Tonks assured her that she was quite a good cook. Mrs Weasley had relented and left the three to it.

"So, I take it you both had a dream about the zygon?" Harry asked as he peeled carrots.

"Mmhmm," Tonks nodded, flicking her wand and causing several potatoes to soar into the sink. "It's a bit hazy, but I remember that I was in my house when I heard a thumping sound from behind the bookcase. I went over to investigate it. I can't really remember much after that, but the next thing I knew was that I was awake with a mental image of the big orange thing on my mind."

"My dream was just me reading the Monster Book of Monsters," shrugged Hermione, cutting up the carrots after Harry peeled them. "I turned the page, and there it was."

"Mine was...similar," Harry said, after a short pause. "I, err, looked into the Mirror of Erised and saw it," he lied. For some reason, he didn't want to share his full dream, or at least as much as he could remember of it. He didn't really know why, he just wanted to keep thI details private.

Tonks frowned. "But what does it all mean?" she mused. "Having a dream off a creature that turns up later that day - it's not a coincidence."

"Definitely not," agreed Hermione. "Perhaps we're all Seers?"

Tonks burst out laughing. "Good one, 'Mione," she grinned, and Hermione smiled back.

Harry, on the other hand, followed a entirely different train of thought. It had just occurred to him that thir dreams might be similar to the one he'd had regarding Mr Weasley, that is, it could only mean bad news.

Ron shared his tale of what had happened to him over dinner an hour later.

"I was walking along the edge of the Lake just after Quidditch training, when I heard I growl," he said. "I thought it was Malfoy, so I went closer, but found myself immersed in a blue light. I felt ... I dunno, weird, as if something was pulling my body apart. I guess I must've fainted, 'cause the next thing I saw was Professor Smith waving his hand in front of my face."

"But what about this mind wipe?" asked Lupin, concerned. "Can you remember anything? Did they ask you about Hogwarts? About the Order?"

Sirius laughed. "Do you really think that these 'Zygons' are going to be in league with Voldemort?"

The Weasleys, Tonks, Kingsley and Mad-Eye shuddered.

Lupin frowned. "It's always a possibility, Sirius, you can't be too careful."

Ron shrugged. "Well, answering your question, I can't remember anything. Sorry," he said quietly. "Anyway, Professor Smith helped me out of my cell, and we ran around their base for ages, until we reached his blue box, then –"

"Yes?" asked Hermione eagerly, leaning forwards in anticipation.

"We got in it. He fiddled with some controls on a weird looking console, and two seconds later, we were here."

"Console? How could a console fit in a box?" asked Hermione.

"He's put an undetectable extension charm on the box, you can fit anything you want, as long as you don't take up all the space the charm grants," said Ron, unconcerned.

"Of course!" Hermione said. "It's so obvious, why didn't I think of that before?"

"Think of what before?" Mrs Weasley asked sharply.

Harry, Hermione and Ron exchanged glances.

"Well, we've been, err, curious about Professor Smith for some time." admitted Hermione. "He's basically going against everything we've been told! He says that magic isn't caused by the blood, that gravity is naturally occurring...all sorts of rubbish."

Mrs Weasley was shocked. "How can Dumbledore possibly allow him to teach if he's feeding misinformation? I'm going to have a word to him next time I see him!"

"Mum, no one apart from Hermione and a few Slytherins have any problem with him," Ron said crossly. "Hermione's just jealous because she's met someone smarter than her, not to mention the fact that she doesn't want to admit that her beloved books are wrong."

"Ron!" Hermione shouted. "I do not think that books are unquestionable sources of fact, it's just that what Professor Smith says is so blatantly false!"

Silence.

"How do you know that?" Ginny asked quietly.

"What?"

"I said, how do you know that? You can't be making assumptions based on nothing; you have to have a starting point."

"I – well, books, of course! And -"

"Did it ever occur to you that books are wrong, Hermione?" Sirius said softly.

"Yeah, remember Lockhart?" said George. "That slimy git pretended that he'd done everything that he'd written."

"It's not just books!" Hermione said impatiently. "It's common sense too! I mean, no one is over a thousand years old, you can't travel into the future by using a wormhole, it's all rubbish!"

"Actually, you can create a wormhole," said Tonks, grinning. "You do it by using a particle accelerator, but you need an extremely powerful stabilising agent, and even then it'd only last long enough for one person to get through."

Everyone stared at her.

"What?" asked Tonks innocently, before realising that Hermione was shooting daggers in her direction. "Oh, fine, I got that one from a movie. Sorry, 'Mione, I just couldn't resist!"

"Good one!" Fred mouthed, giving Tonks the thumbs-up.

Hermione rolled her eyes and shot Tonks a foul look before continuing.

"Err, well, yes. Professor Smith said he'd used a wormhole to go to the future after the 'Hadron Collider' had created one. But this Collider just received financial backing from Japan. It isn't even operational yet!"

"Alright, that's enough!" Mrs Weasley said, seeing Ron open his mouth to argue. "You all need to get a big sleep, we're going to see Arthur tomorrow, and I don't want you to be tired. Off to bed!"

The children grumbled, but complied.

Sirius waited until the children had moved out of ear shot before speaking.

"Should we tell Albus?" he asked.

"About the Professor Smith and that zygon? Yes," said Tonks.

"Why not both?" Kingsely mused. "He'll want to know."

"Maybe we should wait to see if anything else happens first," mused Lupin. "I mean, he'll already know about the teacher, if that story is true, and no one would believe us if we told him we'd just been visited by a humanoid squid."

"All the same, we need constant vigilance!" growled Mad-Eye, his fake eye spinning wildly. "I think we should tell him as soon as possible."

Lupin sighed. "Fine, we'll do it when we next see him."

The other adults murmured their agreement.

Everyone who had been in Grimauld Place that day slept well that night. Everyone, save for one person. For some reason, that person's dreams were filled of nursery books and toddlers...

Author's note: Ooh, whose dreams were filled of nursery books and toddlers? And what significance (if any) does it have to the plot? Why was that person's dreams filled with nursery books and toddlers? I can say that there is one word, just one, in this chapter, that explains it. See if you can find it! If you can, then I applaud you, for your DW knowledge is astounding!

Replies to reviews:

Miyu Hinamori: Yep! If he went after her, she'd probably get him chucked out, so he could do a lot more by remaining. He has got a strange message to investigate! The book only has 11 because 11 was the first Doctor to discover the magical community. There's a bit of time travel involved; he hasn't experienced the events that the book describes yet! (*cough* Part of the Sequel *cough*) Yes, the easter egg isn't hard, it wasn't meant to be, but I thought I'd bring attention to it in case some people missed it the first time.

shtoops: Unfortunately, the Doctor wasn't pretending. He really was knocked out by the stunning spell.

Kaioo: Funny you should mention that...

SuOmAlAiNeN92: Yep, you're spot on! And remember, each of Clara's echoes had to save the Doctor...what could that mean for this story? And yes, one stunner and the Doctor's out. Upsilon radiation happens to be one of the types that Time Lords aren't immune to, though it does affect them to a lesser extent than humans. The stunner only knocked him out for about two minutes though, it didn't take him long to recover. Don't worry, he will scare Umbridge when they have their next confrontation!

TracyFace3: Oops, bit of a misunderstanding, then! But yes, that is my goal. Thanks!

TheBleachDoctor: We're getting there, we're getting there!

Insanityisgood25: Hmm indeed! ;) There will be a duel (of sorts) when they have their next major clash. I suppose I let the Doctor get knocked out to show that he's not invincible, and that he's especially vulnerable against experienced witches and wizards. It also serves to raise the stakes for their next confrontation, too!

In the original, the staff only learn that Professor Smith's name is actually the Doctor. In the sequel, however, he'll be forced to explain quite a bit more than that...I don't want to say too much, obviously!