Time War of the Main Universe.
Time Lord Institute.
Rassillion smiled, for the first time since the kids died. It was easier to swallow, 5 of the tot's personalities may be dead, but his soul was still on the mortal plane, through the rest of his hive mind.
They were Echoes, after all, different aspects of the same soul, spread across 13 bodies. Even if they had different personalities, they were still the same person. It's why the Echoes were aware whenever their counterparts "loaded".
Those aspects had merely been reabsorbed by the soul, rather then them truly dying. So long as one of the Echoes survived, they were still alive.
... and Rassillion, at last, found a way to protect them.
"You did WHAT!?" The Doctors raged.
It had been a few days, since 5 of The Smartholomews were permanently killed. And Rassillion believed he found a way to regain control of the wild child.
"I enrolled him in the Time Lord Institute," Rassillion explained. "Suggested he take the test, and to my relief he passed. He begins his training next term."
"And what makes you think I want my boy to risk his neck as a Time Lord!!!" The Doctor roared.
"Because I informed the boy," Rassillion continued. "That if he ever sets foot in the field again, before he graduates the Institute, he'll immediately be expelled. "And once he does graduate. I'll move him into diplomatic, or other none combat roles."
The Doctor blinked. His rage, of the passed few days, slowly... while not subsiding, but it was no longer aimed at Rassillion. "That might actually work..." the Doctor acknowledged.
The boy had always wanted to be a Time Lord. He wouldn't risk that station, for the sake of a cheap thrill on the frontlines. He'd stay put, so long as he was in school... and hopefully this war was over before he got out. It would take him a few thousand years, after all.
"Magic is for the Priests", it was a sentiment the Doctor had strong roots in. A line he frequently gave, whenever his son, and later Susan, showed any interest or talent for the art. After all, he was trained as a priest... and deeply resented his forced magical studies...
Children, of Gallifrey, rarely got to choose their profession. As they were genetically engineered for the role.
About the only position that could be worked towards, came with the title "Time Lord". It was the Gallifreyian version of nobility. Which had to be earned, not inherited.
The Doctor, wanting to escape the stuffy life of the church, dreamed of becoming a Time Lord... although, when he finally did earn his title, it was an honorary position, given he actually flunked out of the Time Lord Institute, on multiple occasions.
The Doctor did not gain a true appreciation, towards the science of magic, until he was exiled to Earth... and studied under Salazar Slytherin... who, ironically, turned him into the Prophet Merlin.
Yet the Doctor never resented that title, as he did the Time Lord Priest... because, he earned it. He might not like people worshiping him, but he liked how much the people, of the time, appreciated his efforts to unite Muggle and Wizard.
The Following Term for Smartholomew.
"You're studying magic?" Asked the third Doctor. As he saw the boy's text-books.
The boy, in question, stood at just under 3 and a half feet. But unlike Smartie's Proportional Dwarfism. This boy was an immortal child, having manifested as a Child, he could never grow any older. This meant, if he reincarnated himself, his Awareness and Time Lord genes, would activate while he was still prepubescent. He truly could never progress past his current age.
He gave a hesitant nod. Clearly not knowing what to say, now that he had been "Found Out".
"Mostly magical crafts," The boy insisted.
"And Necromancy, it seems." The third Doctor eyed the book, distastefully.
"That's the original's book!" The boy panicked. "But... ever since I got resurrected. We've been... seeing things."
The Doctor dropped the book.
"We've been thoroughly tested!" The boy insisted. "And there is nothing mentally wrong with any of us!!!" trying to ease his father. "My spirit Awareness has just been heightened. That's all they found... they think it's cuz I was dead for so long. I don't really remember being dead, but it seems to have left an impact...
"Mother thought, some necromancy lessons would help us better understand our new powers. And Smartie decided to take them."
The Doctor nodded, picking the book back up, and dusting it off. "If you would like... I could teach you a thing or two... about Magic..."
Smartholomew gaped, and the Doctor just smirked. "I've come to better appreciate the art, since your death."
The boy gave a hesitant nod. "Sooooooo, you don't mind me learning magic?"
"Not at all," The Doctor assured. "I find it a rather useful skill... if you want, I could give you a lesson right now."
The boy gave an eager smile.