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TO ANSWER WEIRDCORNCHIP'S QUESTION: No! No! The Doctor did *not* drink the unicorn's blood. He was standing protectively over it because he was defending it from Quirrellmort as it died. HE WASN'T BEING CREEPY.
…Though I can see how it could be interpreted that way.
Hours turned into days, which melted into weeks that flew past. Everyone was excited that the end of the school year was only a couple of months away. Martha, Jack, and The Doctor were also excited, but for a very different reason. "So guys," began The Doctor, "How are we planning on going about the trials?" They thought for a few minutes. "Well, you said that we can't go against the plot, right? So, I say we stick to the book as closely as possible." This is what Jack thought. "Yeah, but something could still go wrong!" argued Martha. "I think we need to do it a bit safer." Jack and The Doctor snorted. "Um, hello? In case you're forgetting, I'm immortal and he's practically so. I think we'll be fine, so long as you don't get hurt." "Fair point," conceded Martha, "But for heaven's sake no unnecessary risks!" They agreed to this, and went to bed antsy with anticipation.
"Remember it's not for a while yet." The Doctor said when he found his friends practically vibrating with nerves instead of studying for a Transfiguration quiz. They groaned. "How are we supposed to focus on studying when you-know-what is about to happen!?" Martha exclaimed. The Doctor cheered them all up by first giving them a lecture on Transfigurations that was decidedly non-traditional and then turning everything he saw into other things. This turned into a game of Martha or Jack saying an object, and The Doctor turning something into that object. The purpose of this was to see if there was actually any object The Doctor couldn't transfigure. Martha and Jack lost.
"Hey, have you seen Jack?" was the first thing The Doctor said the next day to Martha. She frowned and shook her head. "No, I thought he was with you." The Doctor frowned and began to pace, muttering to himself. "He wasn't in the Quidditch pitch… And I could smell him walking that way… But it didn't go past…" He suddenly stopped, a stricken look on his face. "Martha, have you seen The Master today?" Martha screwed up her face, then shook her head. "Or Dumbledore?" She shook her head again. Then made the connection.
"Oh shit."
"You don't think-" "Unfortunately, yes, Martha. We're dealing with a madman who's only goal, at this point, was to become immortal. Escaping me was probably only a bonus," he sighed. "But the plot ought to be alright, so long as there's a climatic battle." "So… is he…" "Yes." "…Fuck."
Jack woke up to the tingly feeling of coming back to life after being killed. When had he…? He opened his eyes. It came back to him. Oh. Oh. "Enjoy your nap?" a cold voice sneered. "Fuck off, Master." Jack sighed. The Master chuckled. "You can't die. You are immortal." The madman was practically purring. Suddenly his voice got sharp. "You are a freak, a constant in all of space and time. How did you do it? Tell me how you did it!" "I don't know. And if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Your timeline wouldn't let me, and I really don't want to know how being eaten by a Reaper will feel." The Master roughly yanked Jack upright. "Tell me. Or I will kill you again and again." his voice was blank, cold. It gave Jack shivers. "I won't." The Master looked at him for a long minute, then made a disgusted noise and flung Jack away from himself. "Well, you were only a backup anyways. I have no desire to become a freak like you." His eyes acquired a mad glint. "The Philosopher's Stone, though… that sounds interesting."
The Doctor and Martha were running down the hallway. "So, his scent ended here, but that's probably because of some trick of The Master's." The Doctor was explaining. He stopped and pointed his wand at the nearby door. "Alohomora." he said. The door clicked open. Inside the room was an enormous three-headed dog, growling. "Hey, Fluffy." The Doctor said softly. Fluffy cocked each of his heads, listening. "We're not going to hurt you, I swear. We just want to know if a man came through here before-probably dragging a boy. Do you remember anyone like that?" Fluffy whined. "Yeah, he's scary. I know. But we're here to stop him. So we're going to go through the trap door under your paws, okay? Would you mind moving so we can do that?" Fluffy nodded, panting. He shuffled over. The Doctor gave him a pat as he went by. "Good boy… Thank you." Martha noticed him cast a non-verbal charm as he opened the trap door. "Now he can't hear anything." The Doctor said in an undertone. "Useful if Voldie comes by after all. Ha!" He had opened the trap door, and was looking down. "Helloooooo!" His voice echoed. He shrugged. "Fire, remember!" With this parting remark, he jumped down. Martha sighed, but followed.
She landed on something soft and squishy. The Doctor had already cast a fire spell, and the tendrils of Devils Snare were shrinking from the light and heat, the last few vines were disappearing as she got up. "Onwards, then." she said, marching over to the door.
In the next room were the flying keys. "How are we going to catch it with only two of us?" Martha wondered, looking for the right key. The Doctor pointed. "Look." She saw a large, tarnished key, flying erratically. "That wing's nearly broken; it should fall any… second… now." He held out his hand, and the key fell into it with a plop. "Poor thing." He gently used it to unlock the door. The next room… had the chess set.
"Crap," The Doctor sighed. Nevertheless, he played excellently, and ended up about to make the move that would get him knocked out by the queen. "Remember your move!" he called. "And don't worry about me! Really! Just drag me into the next room." Martha sighed, then winced as he got bashed on the head by the queen. She won the game. "Dammit Doctor, you better wake up," she muttered as she dragged his unconscious body into the next room. The troll was huddled in a corner, cowering. Martha almost felt sorry for the poor thing-she knew firsthand how terrifying The Master could be. She went on to the next room, though, unwilling to wait for The Doctor to wake up in the same room as a troll.
The Doctor woke up as Martha was puzzling over the potions. "Ah! What? Oh, hey Martha. Potions?" He stood up, tottered a little, but walked over to the table without much difficulty. He glanced at the paper. "Ooh, different riddle. As much as I love riddles, we need to get going." He took each bottle and sniffed it. "Here you go," he said, passing a bottle with a small amount of green liquid left. "There's only enough left for one person… Doctor, you should-" "Martha. Don't worry. The fire won't hurt me." "If you say so… I just don't want you hurt!" The Doctor laid a hand on her shoulder. "Martha, it's okay. Right now we have to worry about Jack." Martha sniffed, but nodded and gulped the potion. She felt all tingly as she took The Doctor's hand and walked through the flames.
Oh mah gawsh! Cliffhanger!
Yeah, I think that I stunk at Jack's kidnap-scene. Please forgive me, as I have *no* experience writing any of this sort of stuff.
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