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"Who?" Donna asked, breaking the stunned silence of Martha and Jack.
"The Master," the Doctor said. "A criminal Time Lord."
"But he's dead!" Martha protested. "We saw him die! You cremated his body!"
"Yes, but he's here from a much earlier point in our timelines. Sometime between his last encounter with UNIT in
19791 when I was in my third incarnation, and about a hundred and fifty years later my time2, in my fourth incarnation, when he stole another man's body."
"Excuse me, Doctor," Arkwright broke in, his quill now hovering motionless in the air. "Time turners have a twenty four hour range limit, so even postulating multiple jumps, there's no way Mr. Crouch is going to believe a man coming to 1975 from 1979; especially with a hundred and fifty year detour. Not to mention everything else you've just said. Can you give me one thing to convince him that the investigation should proceed as you've suggested?"
Dumbledore plucked the quill from the air and wrote in Arkwright's notepad.
"Proceed on my authority, Robert," he said.
Arkwright and Weasly drank back the last mouthful in their cups and got up to leave. As Weasley opened the door, a commotion of youthful voices was heard outside, with the words 'Doctor' and 'TARDIS' clearly discernible.
The Doctor now understood why the Ministry had pounced on them so roughly, and why Dumbledore had been summoned. It was a Hogsmeade Weekend.
"Exactly what did you say in that patronus?" the Doctor demanded of Dumbledore. The headmaster gave his infuriating smile.
"A man called Doctor is here from another universe, where he truly exists and we are characters in storybooks. He is here with his ship called TARDIS, and three companions."
A boy with a Hufflepuff badge and Head Boy pin came barreling in, dragging by the hand a tall, beautiful, brown haired Slytherin Head Girl. Right behind them were a younger pair: a sprightly, ginger haired Gryffindor girl, and a Slytherin boy with lank shoulder length black hair, and black eyes that accented his expression of extreme scepticism. There was no question in the Doctor's or Martha's minds as to the identities of the students.
"So where's the Doctor, Professor?" Ted Tonks aked. "For that matter, I don't see Ben and Polly or Jamie."
"He's regenerated, silly," Lily Evans said, her green eyes sparkling like emeralds. "He'll be with the Brigadier, Sergeant Benton and Liz Shaw. And he's tall, with nicely styled grey hair and lovely clothes."
"Slytherin has its fair share of muggle reared," Severus Snape said. "The first years say he's regenerated again; with a messy mop of brown curls, boggly eyes and teeth like a horse. And he's with a reporter named Sarah Jane Smith"3
"He's regenerated again," Jack said helpfully, "and again, and again, and again, and again, and again. Hi, I'm Captain Jack Harkness, and the women are Martha Jones and Donna Noble."
Donna and Martha said "Hi," as the Doctor stood up.
"Hello," he said, "I'm the Doctor."
Ted and Lily stared at him in shock, then Lily ran out of the Three Broomsticks, screaming, "He's regenerated again, and he's GORGEOUS!!"
"No argument here," Jack said cheerfully, as the Doctor crawled under the table.
Jack picked up the Doctor's barely touched butterbeer and gracefully slid under the table beside him.
"Drink up; you'll need it. Even you can't hide forever."
"This stuff would only get a baby drunk," the Doctor said, and downed it in two gulps. With a sigh, he got back up and braced himself to greet his fan club, who were pouring into the Three Broomsticks at a rate that was alarming Madam Rosemerta.
Donna looked sympathetically at Andromeda Black.
"I don't know what they're talking about either, this 'regenerated' bit. That magic cop and those two kids were talking like he's three different men."
Andromeda smiled. "I got an E in my Muggle Studies OWLs," she said, "so I know what television is, but I guess I should have taken the NEWT course. That covers popular culture, which this Doctor Who program is part of. Ted tried explaining it to me on the way here, but it's just too peculiar."
"Muggle studies, owls, newt," Donna said grumpily. "Don't you start."
"I'll explain later," Martha said. "Regeneration and Hogwarts exams."
Dumbledore went to the Doctor's side and subtly led him to the door. The muggle reared students followed, leaving more managable numbers for Rosemerta, which was Dumbledore's intention. Andromeda got up to follow.
"Head Girl coming through," Andromeda called out. Her authority cleared a path as she pushed her way up to Ted, Dumbledore and the Doctor. Donna, Martha and Jack followed in her wake.
The sound of the spell, followed by angry exclamations, sent the Doctor running to the TARDIS.
Lily Evans and a Gryffindor prefect were yelling at a boy with untidy black hair. And glasses. And a cocksure attitude even when defensive.
"What happened?" the Doctor demanded, already suspecting the answer.
"Potter here tried breaking into your police box, sir," the prefect said.
"Well, somebody should, Longbottom!" Potter shouted. "It doesn't belong here, and neither do these muggles. So why doesn't anyone think it's strange that they've turned up when these shrinking killings have started?"
"Hey, we just got here this morning, kid," Jack said angrily. "That magic cop we were talking to said the killings started in September."
"They're called aurors here, Jack," the Doctor said, "and for your information, James Potter, everybody does think it's strange. In this universe my whole life is being played out on the telly, and in our universe your children's lives have spent ten years flying off the bookstore shelves. Well, I don't mean that flying part literally."
"My children?" James asked, suddenly interested.
Martha replied, "He means your generation's children, James. It's not all about you."
There was a collective. "Whooo" from the gathered students, and Potter scowled.
"Not your whole life, Doctor," Lily said. "Just from the day you took off with Mr Chesterton and Miss Wright."
The Doctor pulled his hand down over his face, in embarrassment.
"Not my finest moment," he said. "I tended to be overly impulsive back then."
"Then?" Donna said with a smirk, as she leaned against the TARDIS with her arms crossed.
Ted broke in, "We would like to see inside the TARDIS, Doctor."
His comment set off a flurry of pleading. The Doctor raised his hands and his voice, and passed the buck.
"If Professor Dumbledore says you may, I can show you the console room." He turned to the headmaster. "Professor?"
"You may," Dumbledore said, "but in an orderly line, supervised by myself and the Doctor."
The Doctor turned his attention back to the students.
"Two things you need to know before you go in. One: her power cells are still adjusting to magical energy, so be ready to cast Lumos charms in case of power fluctuations. Two: she's bigger--"
"ON THE INSIDE!" they shouted in chorus.
"Bigger than you remember, the Doctor said. "She went through a growth spurt during my seventh incarnation."4
The students lined up outside the door, while Donna, Martha and Jack positioned themselves to prevent unauthorized exploration.
First to enter were Ted Tonks and Andromeda Black. The pureblood Andromeda looked about the room in wonder, while the muggleborn Ted looked perplexed.
"It's certainly- different," Ted said. "I prefer the minimalist look."
"Ted!" Andromeda said reproachfully. "This is the Doctor's home. I think it's lovely, Doctor. Like a vast, undersea grotto, if you ignore the metal floor."
The Doctor looked up from the console, where he was studying energy readings.
"Thank you, Andromeda," he said with a smile.
As students filed in, the line lost its cohesion, and they excitedly milled about. Only Dumbledore's authority kept them from pawing the console as the Doctor showed them what each of the panels did.
"Would you like an escort, Evans?" James Potter asked. "Such a strange place, it's sure to be scary."
The Doctor looked over the heads of nearer students and saw James just outside the door, offering Lily his hand. She pushed past him with a haughty toss of her head.
"I was always in front of the sofa," she declared. "From the age of three."5
Ted Tonks laughed. "Good on you, Evans," he said, as Snape followed Lily with a smirk at Potter. Andromeda looked past them.
"There you are, Sirius," she said. "Why don't you and your friends come in?"
The Doctor watched the foursome known to Harry Potter fans as the Marauders enter. James, still suspicious, and Sirius Black tried to get into other parts of the TARDIS, hindered by Donna and Jack, while Peter Pettigrew stood aside, looking bored.
Martha waved Remus Lupin over to her and spoke to him quietly, while examining him with a penlight, a tongue depressor, and the thesoscope from her UNIT med pack.
Dumbledore saw this, and looked at the Doctor while Martha wrapped a blood pressure gauge around Remus's bicep.
"Full moon tonight?" the Doctor whispered to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore nodded, as Martha put a thermometer in Remus's mouth.
There was grumbling about the purebloods in line: what could the TARDIS mean to them?
"Oi!" the Doctor called out. "I heard that! They might learn a thing or two, getting out of the Wizard World once in a while."
The Doctor had been hearing other comments. The general concensus was that the muggle reared students were disappointed to not see the familiar white interior, while the wizard reared found the present naturalist decor very much to their liking.
Frank Longbottom entered with a Hufflepuff girl he addressed as Alice. After admiring the look of the TARDIS, they walked over to Peter Pettigrew and spoke with him. With a shock, the Doctor saw that Alice and Peter closely resembled one another.6
He leaned over to Dumbledore and asked, "Who's that girl with Frank Longbottom?"
"Alice Pettigrew. Why?"
"The books missed that detail," the Doctor said.
So; if Voldemort had chosen Neville instead of Harry, the rat fink would have betrayed his sister and nephew. It also explained, the Doctor realized, how the Death Eaters could think the Longbottoms would know what had happened to Voldemort.
Dumbledore spoke again. "Ah, I see Miss Pettigrew has decided her brother and his friends have been here long enough."
Alice Pettigrew and Frank Longbottom were herding the Marauders out of the TARDIS.
The Doctor felt a tug on his sleeve, and looked to see a blonde, cross-eyed Ravenclaw boy at his shoulder. Xenophilius Lovegood was pointing at the monitor screen.
"Who did the arithmancy?" he asked.
The Doctor looked at the screen. "Arithmancy?"
Mathematical figures scrolled up the screen in a recurrent pattern of block transfer calculations that looked disturbingly familiar.
"It's really good," Xenophilius continued. "I like how you've started with the muggle equation of E=MC2, then used this block transfer computation to multiply dimensional probability infinately. No one's ever done that before. And dividing geometric space by eleven decimal places instead of the standard magical twelve or thirteen is inspired. It just naturally brings you to M=EC3. This is a mathematically excellent integration of magical and muggle.
"Doctor, are you alright?"
The Doctor was staring at Xenophilius. "Adric," he said in a small voice.
He knew now why the figures looked familiar. One wall of Adric's bedroom had been practically wallpapered with them. The boy had started work on them on his first night after leaving exo-space, and puzzled over them in his spare hours. He knew they meant something, but never figured out what.
Now, the Doctor realized what the figures meant. In the shift from E to N Space, Adric had psychically connected with the magical world, and mathematically cracked the magic code; but only a mad Ravenclaw like Xenophilius could recognize it.
After Adric's death, the Doctor had taken the papers down and stored them in a box.
The Doctor was brought out of his reverie by Donna snapping her fingers in his face.
"Oi, Earth to Spaceman," she said. "The kids have all finished the tour except Einstein here, and Martha figures the shopkeepers are gonna hate us if we keep these mugglers from spending money much longer."
Martha chuckled. "'Mugglers'. But it's true, Doctor. These Hogsmeade weekends are a major part of the local economy, and we're too much of a distraction."
"So," Donna announced as they took him by the arms and marched him out of the TARDIS, "we are touring the shops."
The Doctor and his companions spent the rest of the day in and out of the shops of Hogsmeade. The make-up of students tailing them altered over the course of the first hour. The muggle reared boys gradually dwindled to a handful, replaced by girls, many of them purebloods, and many adult witches with too much time on their hands.
Although the Doctor and Jack were the main attraction, three wizards paid flattering attention to Martha and Donna, fascinated to see two muggle women in Hogsmeade.
While the Doctor enjoyed handling the magical products in Gambole & Jape's and Zonko's Joke shop, sampling the sweets in Honeyduke's and lunch at Madame Puddifoot's, he had more on his mind than idle shopping.
Over lunch, he spoke quietly with Dumbledore about what the Daily Prophet was calling 'the shrinking curse killer'.
"The Master's behavior has changed," the Doctor said. "He's always hidden the bodies before, but now he's flaunting them."
"Ah," Dumbledore said. "An intimidation tactic. Showing us that even Lord Voldemort is helpless before him."
"Exactly; a challenge to the Wizarding World. He's been targetting you since the incident outside the Ministry of Magic, which means he believes he can conquer you."
The Doctor leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head.
"The man Hagrid described looked less like a decaying corpse than the Master had before stealing the body of Tremas of Traken. He's found a way to rejuvenate himself."
Dumbledore frowned. "Could he have made a Philosopher's Stone?"
"Not without a sample to copy. Heard from Nicholas Flamel lately?"
"I had tea with him yesterday," Dumbledore replied.
Now it was the Doctor's turn to frown. "Karn, maybe. He could get in under the Sisterhood's radar; a Time Lord has done that before.
"Still, I'd like to see Mr. Flamel tomorrow, if it's convenient; and his stone. Just scientific curiosity."
"I'll send him an owl tonight," Dumbledore said. "My primary concern is for any danger the Master may pose to the students."
"Oh, none at all, as long as they're on the school grounds," the Doctor said. "From what Hagrid told you, the Hogwarts technology suppression zone extends into part of the Forbidden Forest. The Master was unable to use his tissue compression eliminator outside his TARDIS; only TARDISes themselves work within the zone."
Dumbledore asked, "Why is that?"
"Even magic is subject to certain laws of physics, such as limitations of time and space; what muggles call the inverse square law. A TARDIS is designed to be outside those laws; that's the highest level Time Lord technology can get."
Jack broke in, "My fully charged blaster didn't work, so we know Hogsmeade has its own supression field."
Dumbledore sighed with relief. "Then he can't harm the students as long as none step into his trap, and they will be safe from that temptation in Hogwarts Castle."
"And forewarned," the Doctor said. "James Potter, Severus Snape and Xenophilius Lovegood have been listening closely to this whole conversation."
Potter and Lovegood turned to make their escape, while Snape remained defiantly seated.
Jack nabbed Potter by the arm, but the Doctor waved the capture off dismissively.
"Let him go, Jack. He won't be any use to us."
As Jack released him, James Potter straightened his robe indignantly and marched out of Madam Pudifoot's, Sirius, Peter and Remus following him.
Behind the Doctor's back, Donna whispered into Snape's ear, and Martha gave him a thumbs up.7
At last, three o'clock rolled around, and the students piled into the carriages to return to Hogwarts. The Doctor told Donna and Martha to go with them.
"Why?" Donna asked suspiciously.
"I have one more person to talk to. He's dangerous, and I'd rather not risk either of you."
"Who is it?" Martha asked uneasily. The Doctor knew she already suspected who it was. He pulled the four into a huddle and confirmed her suspicion.
1The Time Monster; Robot; Pyramids of Mars. The Doctor's third regeneration was on April 14, 1980.
2The Leisure Hive, The Keeper of Traken, Trial of a Time Lord: Episode 1. The only thing that can account for the age gap between Doctors 4 & 6 is 150 years with Romana; the only time he was with someone who would live long enough.
3The Snapes didn't have a TV, so Severus has only seen Pertwee's first season.
The first years have seen as far as the first episode of Robot, so don't know that Harry Sullivan joined the TARDIS crew.
4This may be a clue to the Doctor's true age. Internal expansion makes sense as a 1000th birthday gift to the Doctor from the TARDIS. It seems the War Doctor was also lying about his age.
5Born Jan. 30th, Lily was nearly four when Doctor Who debuted.
6Courting controversy, I know, but Lucette on leakycauldron.org and discussionstation.com has made a good argument for her theory, and I'm going with it.
7In case you're wondering, they knew that Snape's nerve in staying put would impress the Doctor.