Chapter 8

The Doctor had put on his brainy specs glasses, and was giving his drink a quick sonic. According to the readings, these drinks were using short distance voice-printed de-maritalzation technology.

"This world was brilliant" he thought with a smile.

As he put down the drink, he turned over to watch Hermione.

He thought to himself, "She's a very good dancer. Doesn't seem to be happy with Mr. Weasly. I can take a guess why she never mentioned him."

The Doctor thought to himself how the couple reminded him of Rose and Mickey the idiot. Mind you not even Mickey was that bad.

As the Doctor looked around the room, noticing all the fancy robes and fancy dresses, he felt a tad underdressed in his brown suit.

As his eyes roamed the room, they came to rest on this blond woman. The woman in question he didn't know but as her dancing partner dipped her, it reminded him of a moment when Rose had fainted and he had caught her. And suddenly all of The Doctor's feelings came rushing back.

"I'm better than this" he thought. He was the Last of the Time Lords; his feelings were locked away where they belonged. But this blond woman, much as Rose had done, had lowered the draw bridge, and everything he had been feeling since the war was rushing out. Alone, I always end up alone, he thought.

He not only had lost his people at the end of the war, but his family, his wife, all of his children. Not only had he lost them, but he was the one who had killed them. To stop the war and save the galaxy their had been no choice. The Time Lords were going to destroy all life in the universe to make themselves gods. The Doctor had to stop them. He had used The Key of Rassilon, the first and most powerful Time Lord, to kill them. Not only to stop the Time Lords, but also the Daleks. His ancient enemy, who had massacred billions, many of which were his loved ones. At the end of the war, as these two ancient races laid dieing by his hand, the pure emotional trauma had been enough to end his eight's life, forcing him into regeneration.

At the start of his ninth life, he was full of raw rage, having been born in blood. But then he met Rose. She had made him better. She was always there to stop him from going to far. And for a moment, The Doctor had thought maybe being the Last of the Time Lords, wouldn't be too bad, since he had found such a good friend in Rose. But then he found the Daleks. They survived. They always survive. And all the rage had come back. And when he almost had to kill the human race, to stop the Daleks, Rose had been the one to stop him.

After he had entered his tenth life, he discovered he's feelings for Rose grown. At times he had forgotten about the past, and had considered starting a new life with Rose. But he would always remember his curse. He never aged. He regenerated. But humans wither and they die. Rose could spend her life with him, but he couldn't spend his with her. It was the curse of the Time Lords.

And then the Daleks had come back and finally took Rose away from him. They always survive while he loses everything. Rose had sacrificed everything to stop them. She was alive; they could never see each other again. And so The Doctor was alone again. He always ended up alone.

All of these emotions came rushing out of him. When his eyes began to water, he turned his head to break contact with the blond women. The drawbridge was up again, as he took a deep breath.

Hermione had seen The Doctor's reaction to the blond women, and she reasoned it had to do with the friend he had lost. It hurt her heart to see him hide this from her. But she guessed, given how his emotions only seemed to show for mere seconds, that he probably had his guard up with everyone. She recognized the look in his eye; it was the look of supreme lose.

Unfortunately, Ron had seen her staring at The Doctor, and whispered, "Who's the wonko?"

Hermione whispered in a semi shrill voice, "Ronald! The Doctor isn't a wonko. He's my friend!"

Ron asked in a louder voice, "How long have you known him?"

She answered, "Long enough. We met in a book store."

He said, "What kind of name is The Doctor?"

"He's name is John Smith. He goes by The Doctor."

"Sounds like a wonko to me."

"Ronald you don't get to judge my friends."

"What does he have that I don't?"

For a second she considered telling him of the Tardis.

Instead she said, "This isn't a competition Ronald. He's just a friend I met today."

If anything that seemed to make Ron even madder.

"If you just met him why bring him here?"

"Because, unlike some people, he listens to me, and we came as friends."

"I listen"

"Really Ronald? What have I spent the last nine months researching?"

"Uh house elf rights?"

And with that Hermione had stormed off and turned to the man she had been researching, but the Doctor wasn't where she had left him. The Doctor had vanished.

The Doctor, not wanting to be near the dance floor anymore had walked down the stairs to Hogwarts dudgeon. The Doctor always liked dudgeons, and hoped it would cheer him up.

As he walked down this dark corridor, he ran into this short fat wizard.

The Doctor said, "Im so sorry, I was to busy studying the architecture."

The wizard said, "That's alright sire. I don't believe I know you. Im Professor Slughorn."

The Doctor wiped out his psychic paper and waved it in Prof. Slughorn's face, and said, "Im the Doctor, I'm working on an article on Hogwarts for a newspaper."

Slughorn said, "You're a reporter?"

The Doctor said, "Well… I'm a Doctor who freelances as a reporter to afford, uh supplies. I say sir, why aren't you at the party?"

He answered, "I was busy collecting some supplies from my office and was off to mingle."

"Well…. don't let me stop you professor." The Doctor said.

As the Doctor turned to leave, the professor farted.

Slughorn didn't seem to notice and went on his way. But the Doctor had a very impressive nose, and he was sure he had smelled something different.

"Hmm" The Doctor thought. He could smell trace amounts of sulfur. But who farted sulfur? Humans can't do that. Then he remembered a time when his nose had been put to the same test in a previous life. He had smelled someone fart sulfur, and it had to do with atmosphere. Where had sulfur in the atmosphere?

At that moment The Doctor's eyes opened wide and he remembered. The planet Raxacoricofallapatorius! And that meant that man wasn't a human. He was from Raxacoricofallapatorius, that meant he was….

The Doctor took off at a sprint, in the direction of Herimione. But he feared he was already to late.