Post by gmshed on Dec 7, 2007 18:59:31 GMT -5
A/N: So this is the Harry Potter/Doctor Who crossover I've wanted to write for about a year and a half.
Main characters are Albus and Minerva, the First Doctor, his granddaughter Susan, and Ian Chesterton and Barbara Wright, teachers from the year 1963, two perfect examples of the saying 'Curiosity gets the cat abducted by aliens'.
There was a whisper.
“Ice queen,” the students sometimes said.
“There’s a chip of flint in her heart,” they muttered behind her back.
“If she took her hair down…”
“If she smiled more…”
“She’s always with Dumbledore.”
“What does he see in her?”
Two women sighed and slept on.
Minerva McGonagall turned over in her sleep and was rudely awoken by a short fall.
“Barbara?” Susan sat up and looked over at the long, dark cushion of the other cot.
The figure picking herself off the floor was female. She was also tall and dark-haired. But she was clearly a few years older than Susan’s friend and erstwhile History teacher.
“Who are you, where am I and what am I doing here?” The woman glared at Susan, leaving her in no doubt as to this lady’s profession.
“Minerva?” Albus Dumbledore knocked at the door of his deputy’s quarters. There was no answer. This was highly unusual. Minerva had always been an early riser and he could count the number of times she hadn’t been ready when he knocked to escort her to breakfast on the fingers of one hand.
He knocked again. Again, there was no answer. Maybe she’d fallen asleep in her office.
“Grandfather!” Susan rushed into the console room, her nightdress flapping around her ankles.
“Ah, Susan. Read off that dial for me, my dear.” The Doctor looked up from the TARDIS console and gestured at a dial beside a blinking light.
“6.4.”
The Doctor tutted irritably. “Oh, much too high, much too high.” He made some adjustments. “Better?”
“5.8. But Grandfather-”
“Well, that’s not right. Check the fault locator, Susan.”
“There’s something on B534 and M124.” It was a familiar routine that she had grown up with. She thought that if their circumstances were to change, if it were to become possible for them to return home, Gallifrey would seem strange and alien. Less of a home than 76 Totters’ Lane and Coal Hill School.
“Are Barbara and Chesterton up yet? Seeing as they’re so insistent on returning to their 1960’s, they can help. I thought that if we apply Venusian algorithms to the calculation of the co-ordinates-”
“Grandfather,” Susan interrupted, desperate to be heard, “Barbara’s disappeared!”
“Oh, I don’t think so, child. She’s probably just gone for a wander, maybe to the rose garden. After all, she’s got a lot to think about. Experiences like that change a person, you know.”
“But someone’s in her place! Minerva McGonagall, she just appeared on her bed. And she’s…different. She’s not like any human, of any time, not of this universe. The echoes jar, the colours are all wrong.”
Minerva’s office was neat, organised, deserted and Albus hurried back.
He knocked once more, receiving yet again no reply before entering.
“Minerva?”
He checked the other rooms before summoning up his courage and entering her bedroom.
The room was dark, the curtains drawn, and the bed was still occupied. Moving to the window, Albus took his life in his hands, pulled the curtains back and announced ‘Rise and shine!” He turned back with a slightly nervous smile that quickly faded.
The dark head on the pillow did not belong to Minerva.
To be continued...
Main characters are Albus and Minerva, the First Doctor, his granddaughter Susan, and Ian Chesterton and Barbara Wright, teachers from the year 1963, two perfect examples of the saying 'Curiosity gets the cat abducted by aliens'.
There was a whisper.
“Ice queen,” the students sometimes said.
“There’s a chip of flint in her heart,” they muttered behind her back.
“If she took her hair down…”
“If she smiled more…”
“She’s always with Dumbledore.”
“What does he see in her?”
Two women sighed and slept on.
Minerva McGonagall turned over in her sleep and was rudely awoken by a short fall.
“Barbara?” Susan sat up and looked over at the long, dark cushion of the other cot.
The figure picking herself off the floor was female. She was also tall and dark-haired. But she was clearly a few years older than Susan’s friend and erstwhile History teacher.
“Who are you, where am I and what am I doing here?” The woman glared at Susan, leaving her in no doubt as to this lady’s profession.
“Minerva?” Albus Dumbledore knocked at the door of his deputy’s quarters. There was no answer. This was highly unusual. Minerva had always been an early riser and he could count the number of times she hadn’t been ready when he knocked to escort her to breakfast on the fingers of one hand.
He knocked again. Again, there was no answer. Maybe she’d fallen asleep in her office.
“Grandfather!” Susan rushed into the console room, her nightdress flapping around her ankles.
“Ah, Susan. Read off that dial for me, my dear.” The Doctor looked up from the TARDIS console and gestured at a dial beside a blinking light.
“6.4.”
The Doctor tutted irritably. “Oh, much too high, much too high.” He made some adjustments. “Better?”
“5.8. But Grandfather-”
“Well, that’s not right. Check the fault locator, Susan.”
“There’s something on B534 and M124.” It was a familiar routine that she had grown up with. She thought that if their circumstances were to change, if it were to become possible for them to return home, Gallifrey would seem strange and alien. Less of a home than 76 Totters’ Lane and Coal Hill School.
“Are Barbara and Chesterton up yet? Seeing as they’re so insistent on returning to their 1960’s, they can help. I thought that if we apply Venusian algorithms to the calculation of the co-ordinates-”
“Grandfather,” Susan interrupted, desperate to be heard, “Barbara’s disappeared!”
“Oh, I don’t think so, child. She’s probably just gone for a wander, maybe to the rose garden. After all, she’s got a lot to think about. Experiences like that change a person, you know.”
“But someone’s in her place! Minerva McGonagall, she just appeared on her bed. And she’s…different. She’s not like any human, of any time, not of this universe. The echoes jar, the colours are all wrong.”
Minerva’s office was neat, organised, deserted and Albus hurried back.
He knocked once more, receiving yet again no reply before entering.
“Minerva?”
He checked the other rooms before summoning up his courage and entering her bedroom.
The room was dark, the curtains drawn, and the bed was still occupied. Moving to the window, Albus took his life in his hands, pulled the curtains back and announced ‘Rise and shine!” He turned back with a slightly nervous smile that quickly faded.
The dark head on the pillow did not belong to Minerva.
To be continued...