A/N: A huge chapter for my followers!

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Shut up! Anyway, let's say it in honor of me finishing the Deathly Hallows. I know, I'm way behind, haven't seen any of the movies yet! Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or the aforementioned Harry Potter.

DWDWDW- a few days later -DWDWDW

When Amy threw open the door of the blue box she had expected to find the battleground of one of England's past wars, a great general called Churchill had called for the Doctor's aid.

She was surprised, which was strange considering the fact that she thought she couldn't be more surprised after she had seen the gigantic distant-relative-to-the-blue-whale in the ocean carrying a boat-city on its back.

She was in her backyard.

"Doctor?"

"Hmm? Is Churchill pointing a sword at you? He always loves to do that..."

The Doctor came up behind Amy and found her house staring imperiously back at him.

"What?"

He spun around his jacket flapping and marched back over to the console. He grumbled and patted his console lovingly. Occasionally murmuring words like, "What's wrong?" And "old girl." And, "Why won't you- ah."

He worriedly made his way back to Amy.

"She's not going to be going anywhere."

"What? Why not?"

"Well. She insists that you know why and that you'd better chin up and find him?"

He looked at her questioningly.

"Fine. It's my wedding day in an about five hours."

The Doctor's eyes bugged. "What?! Really?"

As soon as the shock had dimmed from his eyes he began grinning like a manic. "Ah, who's the lucky Pond-to-be?"

"You've met him. Rory Williams." "Oo... The one with the?" He made a gesture at his nose.

Amelia giggled. "Yes."

"Well, Pond." He began as he gently pushed her onto the grass, "You go get some rest or whatever humany thing it is that you do at night."

Amelia peered at the house then back at the Doctor hesitantly. "I don't know if I'm ready to get married. I think my priorities might have changed."

"Oh, Pond. You'll be brilliant. And besides, I'll come too!" He smiled reassuringly at her and then closed the door with a soft click.

Amelia sighed, straightened her back, and went into her house.

A lot can happen in five hours. The Doctor had seen whole civilizations turned upside down in one hour- imagine what could happen in five.

Of course Amy would not need too.

DWDWDWDWDWDW

Amelia woke up with a jolt. She looked down at her clothes and wondered why she had worn her red dress to sleep. She shrugged and then her eyes found the poofy white dress.

She grinned excitedly and reached over to light her candle before she tiptoed downstairs to make breakfast for her Stepmother. She hummed all the while.

After knocking on the door quietly and leaving the food by her Stepmothers bedside table she crept out and went to slip the dress on over her head. She was missing something but what was it? She finished tying her corset and shrugged it off on nerves.

She bounced on the balls of her feet and made her way downstairs again where she slipped on her delicate white shoes. Her stepmother had a straw hat with violet flowers that matched perfectly with her short purple gown.

Her stepmother didn't matter, in a few short hours she would be gone and living in her own home with Rory. Sharon handed her the pink and white bouquet that Amy had picked herself the previous evening.

A breeze blew through the house and rattled the windows. Amy started and for a moment she thought that someone had come for her.

She glanced out the back window as they both made they're way to the front of the house. Nothing was there and that seemed wrong to her. They made they're way through the woods with Sharon looking out for mud puddles and chiding Amelia about being distracted.

Amelia kept feeling adrenaline rush through her and fear course at memories of running and pounding down the path and something- something chasing her.

Stepmother Sharon sighed and faked a few tears for appearances sake when they entered the town of England. The service went smoothly but Amelia kept feeling sadder and sadder and sadder, so by the time the after-ceremony supper arrived silent tears had begun trickling down her cheeks.

Rory noticed her distress and Amy knew he was worried. "Amy? Are you feeling alright? A- are you crying happy tears?"

"No. I'm sad. Very very sad. And I don't know why."

"Oh. Great." Rory looked dejectedly at his plate. "Um, my mother- she left a thing for you."

"What?"

Rory dug his hand into his grey vest pocket that must have cost quite a lot for a commoner such as himself. Commoner? She was a commoner too. Why was she thinking things like this?

He gave her a old ring. It had a new deep blue coat of paint.

"What is it?"

"I- I think it's for that old wedding poem."

"Wedding poem?"

"You know... Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue."

Amelia frowned as she turned the ring over in hands. Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Something old, something new, something borrowed something blue?

Amy suddenly gasped. "Rory! I remember!"

"What?"

"The Doctor! The Raggedy Doctor! Something's happened to him!"

"Amy. Isn't he... Imaginary?"

"What? You saw him two years ago!"

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did! He said something about your nose..."

Rory's expression suddenly went blank and his eyes glazed.

"Rory?"

He started and looked at her. "Huh? Oh yes, the ring. Now, oh, I've given it to you already."

Amy gazed at him with a horrified expression. "You don't remember anything do you? I swear! I just saw the Doctor last night- an- an..."

"Amelia? Are you feeling alright?" Rory looked so concerned and she felt that it was probably just nerves and she had imagined the whole thing. Until of course, she saw a crack.

A crack at the far end of the room. Exactly like the one in her wall and, it was opening.

"Rory. Listen very carefully to me, I'm your wife now so pay attention, the Doctor is real and I remember him. I don't know how or why we've forgotten him- but we have. I've got the feeling something very bad is going to happen, so whatever happens you've got to trust me." Amelia spoke this with intense urgency all the while not taking her eyes off the opening crack.

Rory's mouth was slightly open and his voice was very dry when he said, "I trust you, Amy. If you say that he's real and I've forgotten him than that's probably the truth."

Amy turned her head sideways and looked at him. "You do?"

"I love you to the ends of the earth! Amy I'd- I'd- I'd wait 2,000 years for you if I had too."

The chatter from the other guests stopped when a great shining light came from the other end of the room. A great snarl came the wall and out of it stepped a great ogre.

It was at least nine feet tall, a real life Goliath, with great tusks protruding from its mouth and reaching up to its slimy piggish nose. It grunted and its wide lips stretched in a hideous grin. It's small piggy eyes searched the room as its thick brown sausage-like fingers gripped a large wooden club.

It had very little hair on the top of its bald scalp and it had a crude breastplate of leather covering its upper half. The only protection on its lower half was a large square loincloth.

People began screaming and running out of the white wooden church. It's searching eyes found Amy with her white dress and bright red hair. It started forward and Rory stared, stunned as it advanced.

Amelia quickly stood up and grabbing Rory by the hand she hauled him after her as they ran for it. The ogre growled and charged after them.

The only exit was blocked by people swarming it and trying to get out all at once and creating a mob that could trample you easily.

"Come on! This way!" Amy shouted and Rory started after his wife as they sped up the stairs to the bell tower of the chapel.

They ran and her feet flew as Rory followed her, his boots making soft clumping noises on the stairs. Rory made the mistake of looking back after them. The ogre was squeezing past the narrow stone walls and the stairs creaked ominously.

Unfortunately, there was now a second ogre and what appeared to be an evil fairy or demon behind the two drooling lumps of brown creature.

"Rory! Come on!" Amelia tugged Rory's arm and they continued, if possible, even faster than before.

When they reached the top, Amy slammed the door closed.

"That won't hold them for long."

"I know!" Snapped Amy. "Sorry, that wood over there. I think we can bar the door with it."

Rory heaved and pulled it along the ground with a screeching noise. The couple both took a side of the thick wooden bar and heaved it onto the convenient racks by the door.

Rory puffed and wiped his forehead with his the back of his hand. "Now what? We're trapped."

Amy nodded. "Look for a way to escape?"

"There aren't any windows."

"Well that's rubbish! Who'd make a chapel but put no breathing vents of anything?"

Rory bent down and picked up a rusty sword lying in the corner.

"You aren't seriously going to use that are you?"

"I took a few fencing lessons last summer. I'm pretty decent at it." A loud pounding on the door signaled they're 'friends' arrival.

"Um. Nobody's home!" Rory shouted.

A nasally voice snarled from the other end, "Come out Princess. We know you're in there, the ogres are eager for royal blood."

Rory frowned. "There isn't any Princess in here. I think you've been mistaken."

Amy had turned very pale. "Rory. I forgot to tell you, the Doctor found out that I'm the lost Princess of Scotland."

"What?!"

Amy swallowed. "Sorry." She turned around and almost tripped on a raised dais under the big brass bell.

"That's peculiar." Amy muttered.

Rory began quietly hyperventilating. "I married a Princess?!"

"Shush." She said and then she smiled as she saw the rope connected to the bell.

"Rory come over here."

"Yes, your majesty."

Amy glared. "Don't you start."

Rory came and stood by his wife on the platform. "What?"

"I think this might be a magic powered teleport."

"A what?"

"A magical carriage sort of stairs thing. At least that's what the Doctor said. He said I wouldn't be able to understand it if he explained it and he was right. It was all elvish to me."

"How do we get it to work?"

The noises on the door were getting louder now and a cracks began to crawl their way over the door's surface.

"Well. Um, one thing I've learned about being with the Doctor is keep pressing buttons or... Pulling things." And with that Amy yanked the bell rope with ferocity.

The door splintered open as the bell bonged and the newlyweds vanished in a puff of golden sparks.

The last thing they heard was the frustrated screaming of the ogres behind them.