I wish I owned a unicorn guys

a flying unicorn

and I wish I could give one to all of you

cause then it would be a younicorn

hehe

Okay I'm tired

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The Doctor was only vaguely aware of Harry and Hermione struggling to keep up behind him as he ran down the hallway.

Gallifrey.

The image had been so real he was almost able to touch it. The closest he had been able to get to his former home, before now, had been his dreams. But in his dreams the silver mountains were black with smoke, the orange domes cracked. The planet was in ruins. Seeing it like it used to be...perfect, lovely, home...

It was torture.

He reached the TARDIS, wrenched open the door, and dashed inside, straight for the controls. His mind was spinning with the image of Gallifrey, and Ron Weasley staggering in shock on its fields. How did he get there ? How could Ronald Weasley possibly be in Gallifrey, when I can't go home ?

With a crank, a beep and a tug, the TARDIS started to rumble.

"Doctor!" Harry yelled desperately. "Where are we going?" The Doctor barely noticed. Harry started to make his way over to him, but stumbled as the TARDIS began to shake like a ship on stormy seas. "Doctor!"

Hermione clung to Harry as the TARDIS crashed around. Sparks flew. The Doctor roared in frustration as he braced one red-Convers-clad shoe against the console. "We aren't getting through! Something's blocking us!"

The TARDIS careened to one side, then crashed against something that made its wood screech. "We aren't getting through WHAT?" Hermione screamed.

"Gallifrey's time locked! No one should be able to get through, but somehow Ron did!" The Doctor shouted back. "And if he did maybe we can too!"

But the TARDIS seemed to disagree. With a mighty groan and a shudder, it hit something and flipped completely upside down. The Doctor crashed into the domed ceiling. Harry and Hermione were left grasping the railing, suspended in empty air. A shrieking whine strained from the TARDIS engines. The Doctor tried to scuttle along the ceiling back to the controls, when all of a sudden the TARDIS slammed into something solid and stopped moving.

All three blacked out.

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The Doctor came to, groggy and disoriented. He blinked. The TARDIS was still upside down. All the lights were out. She whined painfully.

"No, shhh, it's alright," he whispered to his darkened TARDIS. "We'll fix you up. But where are we?"

Something rustled beside him. "Doctor?" came Hermione's voice. "Is that you? What happened?"

"We've crashed," he answered. "Not sure where, and the TARDIS is badly damaged. Where's Harry?" Hermione started moving around blindly.

"Harry?"

The Doctor fumbled in his trench coat. "Here." The sonic screwdriver lit up, and the Doctor saw Hermione's pale, worried face looking over at him.

"I think he's over here. He won't wake up."

The Doctor crawled across the domed ceiling over to Hermione. Slumped before her, apparently unconscious, was Harry. As the Doctor moved the sonic screwdriver's light over his face, he saw a dark liquid trickling down Harry's temples.

"That doesn't look good," he said uneasily. "Anything you can do, Hermione?"

"I don't dare," she said anxiously. "Not until I know what the injury is."

The Doctor thought a moment. "Let's see where we are, at least. Maybe we can get some help." He climbed over to the TARDIS door and pushed at it. It was stuck.

"Here, let me," Hermione said. "Alohomora." They heard the click of the lock, but the door remained closed.

"Something's keeping it closed," the Doctor said.

All of a sudden the TARDIS pulled upwards. Without sight, it was the same feeling as an elevator ascending. The upward force stopped, and the TARDIS gently lowered – still upside down – onto the ground.

"What?" The Doctor muttered.

The door swung open, and sunlight filtered in. Hermione and the Doctor blinked.

"Hello? Anyone there?" a voice called.

"Wand at the ready," The Doctor hissed at Hermione. He edged towards the door.

"We come in peace," he called, unfolding himself out of the damaged door. The TARDIS had crashed upside down into a wide field bordering an imposing forest. Standing before him were four figures: a statuesque, brunette woman, a woman with round red cheeks, a man with a pointy black beard, and a man with long, flowing red hair and an ominous-looking sword at his side.. They were dressed in simple red robes. And all four were pointing a wand at him. He cautiously raised his hands.

"Hermione! It's more of your lot!" he called over his shoulder.

Hermione scrambled out behind him, wand held in front of her. "Whoare you?" she demanded. She searched their faces. "Are you wizards?"

"The question, young witch, is who are you?" said the black bearded man aggressively. "And who is your companion? What strange box is this, that contains such wonderful size within?"

"Hermione, the Doctor, the TARDIS, and everyone says that," the Doctor rattled off cheerily. "We happened to drop in, hope we didn't land in your shrubbery, and can you help our friend? He's hurt. What a nice sword!"

The brunette woman blinked.

The redhaired man stepped forward. "Charmed, Lady Hermione and Doctor. You landed on my new roses, but that is no issue. Helga here is skilled with healing; perhaps she can assist your friend. And thank you! Goblin made."

The Doctor laughed. "Finally! Someone who can keep up! Hermione, help me get Harry." He made as if to duck inside the TARDIS, but the black bearded man stepped forward with a snarl. "Do not move, strange one. We have many questions."

"Well, my favorite color's blue, I like kittens and adore Italian food. Does that clear anything up?"

The bearded man bared his teeth and raised his wand, but the man with the sword put a hand on his arm. "Enough, Salazar. Let them help their friend."

The Doctor heard a sharp intake of breath from Hermione. "Salazar?" she breathed. "Salazar Slytherin?"

The man looked wary. "At your service," he said, though he looked anything but.

Hermione looked as if she'd had the breath knocked out of her. "Helga," she said frantically. "Helga Hufflepuff?" The short woman smiled confusedly.

"That is my name," she said.

"Rowena Ravenclaw," Hermione said excitedly turning to the tall black-haired woman. She inclined her head gravely.

"And...are you Godric? Godric Gryffindor?"

The red-haired man laughed. "You seem to have all the answers, Lady Hermione," he chuckled. "Without even asking the questions."

The Doctor stared at him. "Well, this is marvelous!" he exclaimed rapturously. "The four founders! Blimey, Godric – euh, that's a bit cumbersome, can I call you Goddy? Rick? Gryff? Yeah, Gryff! You even look like a lion! And the sword – by Rassilon, it's the sword of Gryffindor! That one'll cut off a few heads in its time – "

Hermione interrupted, although she still looked shell-shocked. "Doctor, Harry needs help."

"Oh, right."

They hurried inside the TARDIS. Harry had not moved, and even in the late sunlight he looked abnormally pale. Hermione lifted her wand. "Wingardium Leviosa." Harry rose into the air. Hermione floated him outside.

"Oh dear," said Helga Hufflepuff in concern. "We'd better get him to the infirmary immediately, he doesn't look good..."

"I'd say blood coursing down his temple qualifies as not good – " Godric started, then stopped at the stern look on Rowena Ravenclaw's face.

Helga pulled out a wand and twitched Harry to float alongside her. She hurried towards a clearing in the nearby forest, where the Doctor could see a few tents set up. He and Hermione started to follow her and Harry.

"Not you," came a menacing voice.

Thanks to all the darling cupcakes who reviewed and followed last chapter. I outlined pretty much the whole story yesterday...This girl is on Fiyaaaahhh!

Obviously I need sleep and hugs

nah I think I'll go on tumblr and cry about all the gentlemen I can't have and all the 'ships that aren't going to happen

G'night. Please review :)