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Harry's POV – Hogwarts

I hated the Doctor. He left my sister and my friends to die with some alien man. Juliet made him out to be some wonderful man, but he was really nothing. He was just a coward, a coward who could just leave someone to die by running away in his stupid blue box.

My thoughts were disturbed when I heard Ron beginning to talk to someone by me. I looked around and saw the Twins asking him about Juliet. They had taught Juliet the ways of a prankster. I wasn't too happy with them after that, but it was funny when she pranked McGonagall. She'd somehow managed to switch out her regular ink with invisible ink while writing a letter to Juliet's 'Legal Guardian' for something else she'd done.

"Harry, could you tell us where she's gone?" Fred asked.

I explained, "The new Muggle Studies professor, John Smith, was an alien. He could travel through space and time and apparently some evil friend of his wanted Juliet for power, so he took her. She's locked up in a cage with a psycho torturing her."

The Twins stared at me for a second in shock and then left. I knew they'd react like this, but they'd get nowhere. They didn't even know where to look.

The Doctor's POV – The TARDIS

I thought about Hermione going with the Master the most as I sat in the TARDIS, floating in space aimlessly, with Rose and her group. She hadn't been part of the plan, and it broke my heart that I just let her go off with him. I couldn't bear to think what he was doing to the three of them.

Tom and Juliet I wasn't as worried about, they'd had some wild adventures, but Hermione, no matter how strong she tries to remain, I can always see so much fear in her eyes. She'd lived with a wonderful, protective family her whole life and she'd always had someone there to tell her that everything would be alright.

"Why'd you leave them?" Donna asked, her voice catching slightly. "You said you'd try to save them."

"You'll see," I replied shortly.

"Doctor, why are you doing this?!" demanded Martha.

I ignored her in hopes that this would end soon. That I could get Juliet back and save her and her friends a lot of grief. If one thing in this plan went wrong it would lead to her dying. This wasn't a fixed point in time, so I didn't want anyone to die. Not today. I wanted everybody to live this time. That was my last hope, for everyone to live.

Donna's POV – The TARDIS

I paced in the TARDIS, feeling unusually restless and irritable, especially with the Doctor. He just left her. I refused to talk to him the whole time we flew and he offered to take me places. I didn't know what was up with me. Ever since I woke up in the hospital wing I had been like this, and I didn't understand. Something was wrong with me, and I wanted the Doctor to help me figure it out, but after I was done being mad at him.

Juliet's POV – A Lonely Cell

I was chained up like some sort of animal. I had been taken away from Tom and Hermione after I woke up because the Master thought I was a threat to myself and others. I didn't know what he meant. I was just a normal kid. Nothing could change that. Hermione and Tom visited my cage, Tom leaving little hints of my identity every time.

They visited me for the second time today. It'd been a week since the Master moved me. I'd gained some of my memory back, but I didn't let it show. I knew about the Doctor and Tom, but Hermione was still a blur. She didn't visit me as often, but Tom said she was becoming sick. I didn't blame her. The food they gave us was horrible. It tasted like someone shit on a plate and served it to us. It didn't ever look very pleasing, either.

The Master was slowly beginning to take control of the school. He'd began by just taking two students as his servants, but a few days later he locked up a professor in the cell across from mine where Tom and Hermione were kept. They talked to me just about every day, trying to boost my memory.

They were free to roam their cell while I was stuck in one spot. The Master never lit a candle, so I could see their faces, but they couldn't see mine. It made me sad that they couldn't tell me if he was changing my appearance or anything. This man, or whatever he was, was doing something he didn't want us to see. Every night I had violent dreams of hurting someone or something. I always broke down a barrier in my dream and I woke up with horrible headaches. I apparently screamed and cried through the night.

I was never able to keep myself awake, though. I couldn't control it. I just let go. Every night at the exact same time I'd drift to sleep. Back to my horrible dreams. The worst dreams imaginable, and I didn't remember who I dreamt about the next morning.