I stared at what had happened- at what I had created. Parvati and Padma were lying spread-eagled on the floor, rendered unconscious by Hermione's spell. But what about mine?..

A lone fez was wobbling on the floor next to crumpled suit and a shiny shoe. Leo stepped out from behind the Pandorica, followed by an eight year old, frizzy haired, buck toothed,

"Hermione?!" She rolled her eyes and, when she spoke I was horrified to see that she had a lisp!

"Dwaco, you thilly! Why did you uthe the thpell to make them younger?"

"Umm, I thought they'd be easier to deal with." I hung my head; even at eight, Hermione had the intelligence to make anyone feel inferior.

"Oh, but it refwected off K and hit uth! I uthed a counter thpell but it made me a bit younger, although they will gwow up it would be a lot eathier jutht to take them to Thnape."

Suddenly, the fez tipped over and out crawled a baby (probably the Doctor). It rolled around and chewed it's toes.

"He won't wemember anything until he ith 907 again." Hermione said. I could already see him getting taller by the second, his now blonde hair was growing and soon he looked around three years old. It was the same for the Master, who had crawled out of his suit, though his hair was black. However, Moriarty still only looked a few weeks old.

"Should we get them out of here?" said Leo - dammit, I'd forgotten he was here - "because if this Snape guy can put them back, it would be good. I'll get a cart to put them in."
It seemed that Leo was some kind of superman, as he pulled bits of wood and nails from his belt and after no less than three minutes, had built a cart ready to transport the Doctor, the Master and Moriarty in. He opened up the back so that it formed a ramp, so I put Moriarty (still in his shoe) in it but I gestured for the Doctor and Master to climb up the steps as they could already walk and looked about five. They were giggling at something probably extremely childish and looking up at me and Hermione (who was about twelve now).

"Er, get in the cart!" I said as forcefully and authoritively as I could. The Master obediently walked into the cart and sat down, awaiting instructions. This surprised me as I thought the Master would be the annoying one who never did as he was told, not the Doctor, who was sitting on the floor with his arms crossed. "Get in the cart!" I said again, but he simply looked me in the eye and said,

"I'm hungry."

This was getting ridiculous! So I turned and started walking off without him, although I didn't mean to really leave him behind, I was just making a point. To my surprise though, as soon as the cart started to move,

"THEETAAAAA!" the Master started yelling, and he started to cry, even at age 8! To my surprise the Doctor sighed, and got up to comfort the Master in the cart.

After that odd episode, Leo, Hermione, baby Moriarty, a sobbing Master, a bored-looking Doctor and I trundled off towards Snape, and hopefully an antidote.