The Meta Crisis:

Part 2

Robe Fitting.

CHAPTER:

• A few hours after being regressed:

After all the paperwork was filled out, and an account set up in their names, for their school funds. The boys were left to their own devices.

It was agreed they would stay at the Leaky Cauldron. At least, until Alistair picked them up, which shouldn't be for a few days, as Alistair would undoubtedly want to prepare his house for them. The old woman would pay for their room, until they were in the hands of their guardian.

Their clothes were shrunken down to fit them, and enchanted to grow with them. That was something the old woman actually volunteered, being more cooperative after learning they were from UNIT.

The Doctor was so excited, "It's been a while since I went to a wizarding school. I believe the last time was when I actually did regenerate as a child."

"You mean the time you were running around, calling yourself 'Merlin', and accidentally got the entire wizarding world worshipping you as a prophet," Jack droned.

The Doctor blinked, "How do you know about that?"

"I worked for Torchwood for over a hundred years. They did a lot of research on you."

The Doctor huffed, "Here I thought I was being unorthodox, bringing you to the Wizarding Market."

"I actually know a lot about the Wizards, from working at Torchwood," Said Jack. So the Doctor just pouted.

The boys walked to a clothing shop, and ordered a whole mess of new clothes, enchanted to grow with them. So they didn't have to keep ordering new ones. The enchantment made them a good bit pricier, but they'd save money in the long run.

They got a bunch of wizarding clothes. As well as muggle styles of this time period. The boys stood on the stands, as they were measured for their orders.

Neither really minded standing in their underwear, on pedestals at the front of the shop. The mirrors in front of them really showed them their new bodies.

Two other children were present. A scrawny, short boy, with dark Green hair... so dark, it appeared black and an older girl, that reeked of "pure blood snob".

The snob was a few years older then the other 3 children... biologically, at least. The Doctor would guess she was around: 14 years, 11 months, and 27 days. Give or take 6 hours.

The older girl was chatting about her Hogwarts experience, remaining friendly at first... until she realized, Green hair was Muggle Born. Or rather, the product of a muggle, and a squib.

Green hair mentioned, in passing, how he inherited his magic from his mother, despite her not being able to use it, and his dad being a completely "regular guy".

Then the snob began to act the right prat, and made Slytherin look all kinds of bad. It didn't help the little boy was obviously a Foreigner. American, by his accent, that the pure blood actually refered to as "The Colonies".

The Doctor could only glare at the teen, not that she noticed. He actually knew Salazar Slytherin, one of the 4 founders, of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Slytherin actually taught the Doctor everything he knew about magic. Taught him to embrace his magic. That man would be ashamed, of just how many people like this, got into his house.

The Doctor got fed up with it, after the snob started condemning the green haired boy, for the "weakness" of his bloodline.

"Oh, come off it," The Doctor glared, "Talk like that is the reason all the other houses hate Slytherin so much!" The Doctor huffed, "We need to be a better example." He looked at the other boy and extended his hand, "John Smith, I'm what most of Slytherin house will look like."

The Doctor was in Slytherin last time he was at Hogwarts. He didn't see why that would change now. Even if he did have a little Donna in him. "Unfortunately we have our share of prats." the tiny Doctor glared at the tall teen.

Green Hair shook his hand, "Jake..." he introduced himself, somewhat hesitantly. Then forced out, with more confidence. Definitely a Gryffindor. "Jake Long," he proudly declared his name.

After an awkward moment of silence, Green hair asked. "Why do people hate Slytherins?"

The Doctor explained, "We had some messed up Dark Lord, in our recent past, and now everyone blames all of Slytherin for his actions. It's pretty annoying. What's the good in blaming an entire group of people, for the actions of one man and his insane followers?"

The snob was foaming. But the Doctor ignored her, "Not everyone, who was even in The Dark Lord's cult, was a Slytherin. There were a ton of Ravenclaws, and even some Hufflepuffs. Hell even a couple Griffindors joined him, but Slytherin is the only one who is ostracized and hated for it." he glared at the teen, "Spewing all that pure blood nonsense doesn't exactly help us."

Said pure blood scuffed "Wizarding blood is diluted enough as is!"

"True, if we don't do something, our species will die out," The snob seemed shocked he would agree with that view. "but yelling at the Squibs and Muggle-borns, or even the Half bloods, won't do any good.

"We need to find a way to make our magical genes more dominant, and that can only be done if research is put into it. Instead, pure bloods just sit in their mansions, laying all their blames on muggle borns, instead of actually trying to fix the problem."

"What problem?" Jake asked. Not really aware what a "Muggle Born" was. But there were more important things to ask.

Jack blinked, "I thought your mom came from a magical family?"

Jake blushed, "I'm not the best student."

"Hmmmm," Jack thought on it explained. Not mentioning the rude thing.

Unfortunately, the Doctor was still obliviously rude. "You'd think you'd have some personal experience with it"

Jack quickly explained, mostly so the boy couldn't get a chance to get angry. "Thousands of years ago, a powerful being, some call him the 'Unofficial Guardian of the universe'," sparing a glance at the Doctor. Who flushed at the description of himself. "Declared Earth a sanctuary for creatures without a world.

"Creatures that had lost their homes, due to a great war that continues across the stars. They lost much of their culture, all of their technology, and most of their populations. He brought many of those various creatures here.

"Wizards were one of those races. They looked like... think Lord of the Rings' Elves, mostly human but beautiful beyond compare. With even the males having very soft features.

"They started interbreeding with humans, and slowly their genetic make up got more and more diluted. Now, wizards have barely any of those genes left. While the true wizarding species, long since been bred out of existence. Legend has it they didn't even need wands to bend reality to their will."

The Doctor added, "Magic is just a primitive word for it. What wizards actually do, is we have a sixth sense. Which let's us interact with subatomic particles, and varying energies of the universe. It's all in the magical theory books."

Time Lords could do it to, but they also had a seventh sense. Which allowed them to perceive the 4th dimension, AKA "Time". It made it hard for them to relate to 3 dimensional creatures. Generally only Time Lord priest studied magic, as the manipulation of time was considered more important.

"So..." Jake looked thoughtful, "We're aliens?"

"Descended from Aliens, yes," The Doctor nodded. "But we're mostly human at this point, and our culture is fairly backwards. We still have some of our ancient knowledge.

"For example, potions is just a higher form of Chemistry, which uses our sixth sense. You have to feel the energies and particles, as they blend, and manually guide them well stirring. Even for us, it can be a difficult skill to master."

The teen snootily insisted, "Squibs can't do it, because they don't have the Sixth sense."

The Doctor corrected, "Actually, Magical crafts are about the only thing magic-less wizards can do. As their magical pool is just too small to cast spells, but they can still see magic.

"Like Jack," The Doctor nodded at his friend. "But he just took a potion, to treat that. So he can go to Hogwarts."

"There is a treatment!" Green Hair gaped.

"It cost roughly 700 Galleons." Jack told him, mournfully. "I only got one, to prevent a lawsuit."

Jake deflated. No doubt thinking how great it would have been, if his mom could get her magic awakened.

Jack got the conversation back on track, "Magic-less wizards, like me, are the proof the wizarding race is dying out, but Muggle borns are our hope."

The girl sneered, "How are they our hope!" She wasn't, actually, asking. "Their blood is even more diluted, then it was before. After generations of breeding with muggles."

At least she wasn't insisting muggle borns stole magic, and that's where Squibs come from. That conspiracy theory had been harshly debunked, through various studies ordered by the current Minister of Magic. A studious Muggle Born, that scientifically proved it as nonsense, in non bias studies. How they kept the Bias out of such a hot button issue, was a miracle.

Essentially, the paper traced the family lines of 10,000 muggle borns. And proved they all had an ancestor from a proper pureblood family. The sheer numbers, made it fairly compelling evidence...

Then Hermione proved all pure blood families, could trace their lineage, to at least one muggle, coupling with a magical being... with this usually happening quite often throughout their family history.

The Doctor knew she wasn't really asking, regardless of the facts, but decided to answer anyway. "Because their magic came back. It's proof that no matter how diluted our blood gets, our magic will always come back to us," he explained.

The snob snorted, "I've never heard anything so ridiculous." Then confidently accused. "You consort with mudbloods, and Squibs, and think you'll be in Slytherin!?" her voice cracked at the perceived audacity.

Then, without another word, but much huffing and growling, The girl got off the platform. She dressed herself, in her obviously expensive robes, that weren't part of the Hogwarts' uniform. Then stormed out of the shop. Not even willing to wait for her school robes, if it meant she had to listen to this for another second.

"Thank Merlin," Madam Malkin, the owner of the shop, sighed with relief. Then looked sternly at the other children, "You best stay away from that girl. No good can come of her."

"Eh?" Jake blinked. "I mean sure, she's a bee'atch, but-"

The seamstress spoke quietly, and somewhat fearfully. "That was Delphi LeStrange. Daughter of Bellatrix... There are rumors, she is the bastard child of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, himself."

Jake assumed that was the dark lord. and Figured he had a curse on his chosen name. That could make sense why people were scared to speak it. Even after he was defeated.

Looking back at John, Jake finally got an opportunity to ask. "What's a Muggle born?" But before he could, his parents returned to the shop. Having stepped out for just a moment.

No one wanted to make them aware, of the act of bullying they just missed. So the boys talked about Baseball, instead. Which Jake was apparently very passionate about. And hoped to join a team for Hogwarts.

His dad laughed, before reminding the green haired boy, Baseball wasn't as popular in England. So the school probably didn't have an official team.

Jake insisted he'd just have to start one.