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The three friends weren't really surprised when they were told that they would have detention in the Forbidden Forest at night, because "apparently you dunderheads like the forest". Surprised, no. But they had three very different thoughts. The Doctor was wondering if they would see Linda, and if she was eating enough. Jack was wondering if he was actually going to see Voldemort, and if so, if he would be scarier than The Master. Martha was wondering what the hell she was supposed to do if she saw Linda, Voldemort, giant spiders, or other scary monsters if The Doctor wasn't around to talk to them. These were the thoughts of the three children as they walked to the gloomy forest, Filch ahead with a lantern like a strange fairy.
Hagrid was waiting for them, along with Fang, at the edge of the forest. "Alrigh'," he said gruffly, "I'll take 'em from here, Filch." Filch nodded, still leering at them. "I'll be back to pick up what's left, then." he cackled, and was off. Quite personally, none of the three were impressed. They had seen much creepier people, and had eaten lunch with some of them. "So," Hagrid began as they traipsed through the forest, "There's a unicorn i' th' forest. Poor thing's wounded." Here he pointed to a silvery smear on a tree. "Our job is te find it an' put it outta it's misery. If ye see it, shoot up green sparks wi' yer wand. If there's danger, red sparks. Got it?" They all nodded. "Good. Hermione, yer comin' wi' me. Harry, yer wi' Ron. An' Fang," he added, "but e's a right coward, so don't depend on him." They nodded, and went their separate ways.
"Now," The Doctor said to Fang once they were out of earshot of Hagrid, "You're good at tracking, right?" Fang looked at him and whimpered. "What? Oh, okay then. Sorry." Jack raised an eyebrow at this exchange, but The Doctor shook his head. "Okay, then. What are we supposed to do, Doctor, wander around till we find Voldie the Vampire?" "Nah." said The Doctor. He gestured to a silvery smear on the ground. Then he bent down and sniffed it. Then he got back up. He frowned, inhaled deeply, licked a finger, held it up, waited, then sniffed the air again. "This way," he said, pointing and jogging off.
Fang and Jack exchanged incredulous looks, then trotted after The Doctor.
The Doctor had taken a few turns, and Fang soon caught up, but Jack soon found himself losing sight of the Time Lord and canine. "Doctor, wait!" he cried. But to no avail; Jack was now lost. He looked around. All the trees looked the same in the dark. "Crap," he muttered under his breath. Now what? He listened very carefully for any sound of The Doctor or Fang. He heard… something. Voices? Might as well, he figured. He walked towards the sound, and stepped into a clearing.
"Now, not that I'm saying that you need to become a vegetarian. But really, murdering a unicorn just for your health? Now that's just unethical!" The Doctor was lecturing a figure in a black cloak. The Doctor was standing over the dead body of what Jack presumed to be a unicorn. He was really quite angry, and an angry Doctor could be quite scary and was always a force to be reckoned with. "An innocent, sentient being. An embodiment of goodness. You murdered it, cravenly, for the sake of immortality!" The Doctor took a step forwards, and the figure took a step back. But The Doctor wasn't done. "Immortality is a curse, more so because you killed for it. You kill so that you may live? Now, is that fair? No, not even that. Is that supposed to work? You're human! You're supposed to die eventually. Everything does. Yet you insist on unnatural ways of keeping yourself alive." His voice was deathly quiet now, and carried with it all the power of a Lord of Time. "You murdered, split apart your very soul, that which makes you human, to be able to live a parody of life. Because this isn't life you're living right now, oh no. This is a curse, a curse of endurance. And you inflict it upon yourself. Willingly. But you know what?" He paused, and Jack could see his eyes, shining with stars. "You aren't safe. Remember that. You. Aren't. Safe. Not here, not in the farthest reaches of this universe. Because there exist those who protect. And there exist those who know the value of life. So run. Run for your life, because no matter how immortal you consider yourself, you aren't safe."
The figure, obscured by the black cloak, paused. And then turned.
Harry blacked out as it swooshed towards him.
He awoke, a few moments later, to The Doctor's worried face. "Jack. Jack! You there?" Jack blinked and nodded. The Doctor relaxed visibly. "Good. I sent up green sparks, so Hagrid and Martha ought to be here soon. And Fang, don't know where he got off too… Right! You're okay then?" Jack nodded and sat up. "That… Was that…" "Yes." The Doctor said gently. "But it's gone now." Jack shivered. When the thing turned it's face towards him, he had seen it just for a second. It was as bad as the things from his nightmares.
He was in a daze for a while after that. He only started to pay attention when someone put something into his hand. Then he realized he was back in the castle, in the Common Room. A cup of cocoa was in his hand, and Martha and The Doctor looked at him concernedly. "Jack. You okay?" Martha asked. "I'm… yeah. I'm fine." He looked at The Doctor. "…Yeah, I could never do your job." The Doctor and Martha broke into grins, visibly relieved. "You just need practice!" said The Doctor. "And now you need sleep. Go to bed now, or I will hex you to snap you out of it." Martha said sternly. "Gah! Ok! I'll go to bed! Just let me finish my hot chocolate!"
Back on schedule, dammit! Yeah. So… hope this chapter wasn't too creepy/lame. Remember, none of this stuff is beta-ed and usually not edited. So just work with me here. Please.
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