DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, Doctor Who or the Chronicles of Narnia. I own this plot only, and any OCs. My depictions of real life characters are based on stereotypes or suppositions and no insult is intended. I have no desire to own the series this story is based on, although if anyone could give me either a wand, TARDIS or wardrobe portal into Narnia I certainly wouldn't say no.
IMPORTANT: This is a rewrite of my story, You Are Not Alone and, as such, any resemblence to that story is intentional.
Chapter Twenty Five: Timey-Wimey
'People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff.' The Doctor, Blink.
Location: The Doctor's TARDIS (Future Timestream)
Time: Unspecified
The Future Doctor near waltzed around the console of his TARDIS, which since both his and its regeneration had taken on a more Edwardian look, as it had many many incarnations ago, while his companion was off somewhere in the depths of the TARDIS, probably in the swimming pool, her favourite room within the fantastical space and time machine.
As the TARDIS continued its flight, the Doctor moved over to a mirror which now stood in the corner of the console room, looking at his costume with interest. It wasn't quite what he was used to, but Georgie, his companion, seemed to like it. A comfortable white long sleeved polo shirt sat above his gold and red patterned tartan kilt. While he much preferred tweed pants, once he had told Georgie where they were going, she had been adamant that he wear the kilt. His red hair (he was finally ginger!) was contrasted by his piercing, hawk-like, hazel eyes which sat behind thin wire-rimmed glasses - he always knew that one day, one of his incarnations would be cursed with poor eyesight.
'Are we there yet, Doctor?' The voice of his companion startled him out of his inspection of his new body.
'Uh, no, not yet, dear girl.' He said, shaking his head distractedly before looking fondly at girl. As he went back to the console, and she took a seat off to the side, the Doctor found himself once again contemplating one of his longest travelling companions, save of course for Susan Foreman and Harry Potter.
Lady Georgiana Sanderson was now twenty years old, and even the normally emotionally clueless Doctor had to admit that she had grown into a beautiful woman. He had met Georgie, as she liked to be called, ten years ago, relatively speaking. At the time, ten year old Georgie was the heiress presumptive to her father's title "Duke of Glasgow", a title created for him for his service to the Queen, and in particular, her grandson Harry, Duke of Gryffindor. Of course, as so often happens when the Doctor is involved, everything went pear-shaped when a small Dalek raiding party landed inexplicably in 2013 Glasgow. When the Doctor arrived at the house which had fallen victim to 'MAXIMUM EXTERMINATION!' he found the ten year old Georgie, now technically a Duchess, crying over the dead bodies of her parents. Feeling sorry for the girl, who revealed she had no other family, the Doctor had taken her in and whisked her away to countless adventures in the stars.
Now, ten years later, the Doctor gazed quietly at his companion and could understand why she turned heads wherever the TARDIS landed. A redhead - like the Doctor's new and latest incarnation, her long hair was today tied back and held out of her face by a headband made of two thin golden bands, allowing her almost elfin features to be seen by all. A purple dress, floral patterned in black green and blue, with long white socks and ballet flats was perhaps not her most practical wardrobe option, but he had assured her that today, unusually, a need for running was highly unlikely.
A sudden dull thud announced the TARDIS landing, and the Time Lord was pulled out of his musing. 'Georgie, wait for me outside, but leave the door clear.' The Doctor said as he headed off into the depths of his beloved ship, leaving Georgie to agree, speaking to an empty room.
Location: Ballater, Highland Council Area, Scotland, Earth
Time: December 1993 CE
Georgie stepped out of the TARDIS and found herself standing on the outskirts of a small village that was unmistakably Scottish. Her enjoyment of the homey feel was interrupted when a mechanical roar reminded Georgie of the Doctor's warning to stand away from the doors, and she skidded back as, impossibly, a bright red 1966 MGB roadster squeezed itself out the doors and slid to a halt in front of the her.
'Really, Doc?' she looked at him skeptically. 'You have an Austin Healey and an MGB? What are you, a time traveller or a car collector?' she added with incredulity.
'Bit of both really. Have I not showed you yet?' he asked in his Scottish accent with a cheesy grin as he patted the passenger seat invitingly.
'Just how many cars do you have?' Georgie asked the man who had raised her.
'At last count about two hundred and fifty.' He grinned as he floored the accelerator and the classic British roadster roared out of the village of Ballater, screaming around a corner onto a small dirt road climbing up the Cairngorm Plateau.
After a hair raising few minutes for Georgie, the MGB skidded to a halt at the top of a cliff, overlooking a wide expanse of... nothing. 'Come on, Georgie, we go on foot from here.
'Uh, Doc!' Georgie stopped him. 'I can't see it, remember!' She reminded him pointedly.
'Oh, uh, right. Just a sec.' The new Doctor answered, pulling out his sonic screwdriver, pointing it at Georgie from head to toe, then in the general direction of the base of the cluff, and Georgie watched gobsmacked as the school faded into sight, a fairytale castle, towers and turrets everywhere, along with the magical village of Hogsmeade, and the vast Hogwarts Lake.
'Righto then, Doc, let's go.' Georgie grinned. Now she could see the magical settlement there was no need for her to go slowly.
'Yep, coming!' The Doctor said after a moment, pointing his sonic at the MGB, watching as it faded out of sight, one second out of sync.
Location: The Gatehouse, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: December 1993 CE
''oo's there?' came the recognisable accent of the gameskeeper Rubeus Hagrid as the new Doctor and Georgie reached the Hogwarts gatehouse.
This was where the fun begins for the Doctor. He knew that there was a younger incarnation of himself at Hogwarts at the time, but he remembered this encounter as clear as day, a paradoxical encounter in which he gave himself important information about times to come.
'I'm Doctor James McCrimmon, and this is Lady Georgiana Sanderson. We're here to see Doctor John Smith.' The new Doctor said holding up his psychic paper, careful to use an alias that would be obvious to the past Doctor, but less so to most other people.
'Very well, Doc' McCrimmon.' Hagrid said reaching for his keys hung on his belt and unlocking the large gate to allow the two visitors in. 'Follow me, an' I'll take yer to the Doc'.'
Location: Wizenagamot Chamber, Ministry of Magic Headquarters, under Whitehall, Westminster, London, England, Earth
Time: December 1993 CE
'Based on the evidence hereunto entered by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the board of peers has found the Earl Malfoy guilty of of all charges, and as is the minimum sentence, he is henceforth banished from the House of Lords Wizenagamot.' Dumbledore intoned from his seat as Chief Warlock. 'Do we have any motions for sentencing?'
Yaxley took the opportunity to try and separate himself from Malfoy by moving that the House of Malfoy be disgraced and removed from the rolls of Magical Families.
Harry however surprised the whole body when he stood and spoke, 'I wish to make a counter motion. My sources tell me that Earl Malfoy's stripping of title and incarceration will pass headship to his son, one Draco Lucius Malfoy. Also, as his father would be named vitae nullius, this would make Draco the last scion of his House and as such eligible for succession. I move that Draco be allowed to take his place as Earl Malfoy and allow him the opportunity to restore honour to his House's place amongst our austere body.'
Hannah also joined in surprising the Wizenagamot more by seconding the motion. Such was the surprise that the motion passed on its first vote.
The Speaker of the Wizenagamot, The Marquess Ogden stood and commanded, 'Very well, let Draco Lucius Malfoy be called forth into our chambers this day and invested. Call forth Stronghammer and have the claim assessed.'
'Stronghammer! Would you please announce your finding?' Speaker Ogden asked of the goblin in charge of inheritances at Gringotts.
'The Gringotts Department of Inheritances has assessed The Honourable Draco Lucius Malfoy to be the heir apparent to the Malfoy Earldom and the last scion of said House.
'Very well. Mister Malfoy, step forward and make your claim.' Ogden announced as Draco stepped forward, already in the plum coloured Wizenagamot robes.
'I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, Earl Malfoy, claim the seat of Malfoy, by virtue of patrilineal descent, and being of the House of Malfoy. I pledge my allegiance to the Crown and the Ministry of Magic. So mote it be. I sit on the Crossbench.' Draco intoned, and a red plume of smoke engulfed the former Malfoy seat and a new white plume of smoke placed his new seat next to the Viscountess Davis and the whole of the hall was silent as Malfoy completely went against all expectations that he would remain in the pureblood niche. Malfoy however did little more than give a subtle nod to Harry and Daphne before walking over and taking his seat.
'Does any member of this body have anything they wish to bring before us?' Speaker Ogden continued.
No one else spoke and so the last Wizenagamot meeting of 1993 came to an end as Tiberius Ogden dismissed the body, each of the lords filing patiently from the chamber.
Location: Riddle Manor, Little Hangleton, Yorkshire, England, Earth
Time: December 1993 CE
'...Wormtail...I need you to make up a mix of milk and Nagini's venom, and feed me. This new body grows weak already and it needs to last a whole year. Be gone with you, and don't be too long about it.' The small ritual-created body of Lord Voldemort wheezed.
'Yes...my...l-l-lord.' Wormtail stuttered before scampering off to do his master's bidding.
The wraith that was Lord Voldemort was the product of a dark ritual which involved an infant and the sacrifice of a blood relative, the spirit Voldemort had revelled in the situation as he observed Wormtail dump the baby into the cauldron then slit its mother's throat.
'What do you want me to do, Master?' Wormtail asked, prostrating himself at the feet of his lord.
'You will have a part to play, Wormtail, I have another ritual for you to perform, but not yet, I shall tell you of it when it is time for you to prepare.'
'I'll be ready my lord, I'm honoured.' Wormtail muttered.
'Excellent, Wormtail! You will certainly come in...handy.' Voldemort said, laughing at an unknown joke.
Location: Gringotts Headquarters, beneath London, England, Earth
Time: December 1993 CE
Deep within the bowels of the tunnel system beneath London that make up Gringotts Bank's British and Commonwealth Headquarters, the Chiefs of the 25 most prominent of the Commonwealth's 500 goblin clans filed into the conference room and took their seat around the mahogany conference table, all waiting and watching the large ruby encrusted oak door behind the throne at the head of the table.
The clan chiefs all took a knee as Griphook entered and announced ∂Stronghammer, and His Most Eminent Majesty Ragnok, Clan Chief of the Greater London Goblins and High Emperor of the Goblins of the Commonwealth.∂
∂You may be seated.∂ Ragnok's voice boomed across the room in Gobbledygook as he took his place in the throne at the head. After a moment, he began the meeting. ∂Clan Chiefs, my king...∂ Ragnok started, nodding at Sharptooth, the King of the Goblin Clans of Australia. ∂The time is now that we must take a stance. The lines of convergence are being drawn across magical Britain as we speak. Our time will come soon, and when it does, we must have decided. Will we side with Lord Gryffindor, will we stay neutral or will we side with the False Lord? THE TIME TO CHOOSE IS NOW!∂
∂Why must we take a stance at all?∂ Bloodstone, the Chief of the Channel Islands clan asked petulantly.
∂Because...Bloodstone, you know as well as I do of the prophecies of the Ood, and of Ood Sigma in particular. You know that they foretell the end of time and the end of the magical world if the Lord Gryffindor fails. And all of you know that if Lord Voldemort should ask for our allegiance neutrality or ignorance will no longer be an option. We will have to MAKE A CHOICE!∂ Ragnok bellowed so loudly that even the most hardened of the Clan Chiefs struggled not to cower before their Emperor. ∂WELL?! What is your choice?∂ Ragnok asked, staring at each clan chief in turn.
Just as Ragnok had predicted they would, each clan chief pledged their support to the cause of the Duke of Gryffindor and his friends, by far and away the biggest and most important account holder with even greater holdings than the Pendragon family, the oldest known wizarding family in the world.
Location: History Professor's Office, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: December 1993 CE
The Eleventh Doctor was sitting in his office looking through essays with help from his unofficial assistant Harry when the unmistakable voice of Hagrid could be heard through the closed door. 'Doc' I got two visitors 'ere for yer.'
'Send them in Hagrid.' The Doctor replied.
The door to the office opened and the Doctor looked up to see two red heads, a man and young woman walk in and take a seat across the desk from him. 'And you two are?' he asked, sensing something familiar about the man.
'The Doctor and Lady Georgiana Sanderson.' The man said by way of introduction.
'Ah, so you're me?' The Eleventh Doctor realised. 'Oh, where's my manners? It's a pleasure to meet you Lady Georgiana. This is my good friend and charge, His Royal Highness Prince Harry James, Duke of Gryffindor.' he said kissing Georgie's hand before waving his hand expansively towards Harry.
'Pleased to see you again, Harry.' The Future Doctor said shaking his hand, internally thankful that the Harry he knew was now travelling alone mostly.
'An honour to meet Your Highness,' Georgie curtseyed, while the Future Doctor looked on glad that, despite her age, Georgie had enough common sense to not bring up the fact that in the future her and Harry would become like brother and sister. If only all his companions knew better than revealing the future to others.
'And you as well Lady Georgiana.' Harry replied, kissing Georgie's hand just as the Doctor had.
'So you're me?' The Eleventh Doctor repeated his earlier question to the Future Doctor.
'Yep, but you've got a couple of regenerations before you're me yet.'
'Ah ok, so what can I do for you?' The Eleventh Doctor asked.
'I've come here to finalise a paradox that has plagued my mind since I was you. But first...Harry, would you mind taking Georgiana down to the Great Hall for lunch?' The Future Doctor stated by way of explanation.
Both Harry and Georgie had been companions of the Doctor long enough to recognise a dismissal and so Harry led Georgie down to the Great Hall.
Location: First Floor Corridor, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: December 1993 CE
'Harry! There you are.' Lucy smiled brightly as she came upon Harry and Georgie walking towards the Grand Staircase. 'Who's your friend?'
'Lucy, this is Lady Georgiana Sanderson. Georgiana, this is my bondmate Lucy, Duchess of Gryffindor, formerly Lucy Pevensie.' Harry introduced the two girls.
'Pleasure to meet you, Georgiana.' Lucy said.
'Pleasure to meet you too Lucy, but both of you, please call me Georgie.' Georgie said in recognition of the introduction.
Both Harry and Lucy nodded in acquiescence of the request. 'So Luce, would you like to join Georgie and I for lunch in the Great Hall?' Harry asked.
'Sure Harry.' Lucy said, smiling brightly both at her bondmate and their pretty, new friend.
Location: History Professor's Office, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: December 1993 CE
'So what is this paradox you want to bring to end, for you at least?' The Eleventh Doctor asked of his future self.
'Well to be quite frank, I remember this conversation from back when I was you. Has Harry been taught to drive yet?' The future Doctor suddenly inexplicably changed the subject.
'Yes, the Queen figured that given he could fly a TARDIS, that a car would be no problem. Even gave him a car that had a glamour that made him look 20. Why?' The Eleventh Doctor asked confusedly.
'Because when I was you and I remember me asking me that question.' The future Doctor's cryptic answer managed to confuse himself as well as his predecessor.
The conversation continued for several more minutes as the Eleventh Doctor said everything that would fulfill the paradox, the future Doctor keeping the conversation on track. '...and I was told that the Dark Lord is returning and that the Time Lords, ALL the Time Lords on Earth must be ready.' This grim prediction was what brought the conversation to its end, the future Doctor leaving to find his companion, the Eleventh sitting at his desk staring blankly into space thinking about what he had just been told.