Mistaken Identity, chapter 10
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shivverTitle: Mistaken Identity, chapter 10
Fandom(s): Doctor Who
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Donna Noble
Pairing(s): None
Rating: G
Genre: Sci-fi, fantasy, adventure
Word Count: 1259
Summary: Doctor Who/Harry Potter crossover: The Tenth Doctor and Donna fly through a crack in the walls of the universe and land in a world where humans can perform magic. Getting mixed up in the cold war between the Death Eaters, the Ministry of Magic, and the Order of the Phoenix, all sides want the Doctor dead!
It was a bit later in the morning than Tonks had intended when she finally dragged herself out of bed. She had had a lot to do to set up the events of today, including contacting her fellow auror John Dawlish and setting up a meeting in a secluded place near the safe house he was using. She had then spent at least an hour pacing in her guest room, contemplating how to make Dawlish and Moody (she knew he’d be there) see the truth. Dawlish might be easier than she expected, but Moody would be blind to reason, not that she blamed him. As it was, she had finally dropped, still fully clothed, into the draped bed around two in the morning.
A simple but hot breakfast of toast, jam, and boiled eggs awaited her on the nightstand; the Hogwarts house elves were always most efficient and attentive. As she ate, she attended to her appearance. Being able to change what she looked like at will had its perks. Very few wizards were born with the ability; it was so rare that few wizards even knew it existed. She had been very lucky. Today, she chose shocking-pink hair. She fully expected this day to go pear-shaped and wanted an appropriate color to face it with.
The Doctor puzzled her, and she couldn’t stop turning everything he had said and done over in her mind. Everything about him was strange - his vibrant energy, his flippant attitude, the distinct impression he gave of always being one step ahead of everyone else - and yet he was incredibly charismatic. She felt drawn to him, not in the way she was drawn to Lupin (she tucked that thought away in her mind as quickly as she could). It was more like she knew she could trust him. And she knew all this after speaking to him - well, listening to him and watching him - for a half an hour. What did he call himself? A Time Lord? Were all of his people like this?
All his confidence, however, did not dispel the feeling of apprehension she had for his safety. He might be from another world - and he certainly hadn’t told them anything else about himself, any actual details - but she was sure that he could be killed the same as anyone else. Yet, he seemed heedless of the danger of walking up to a powerful wizard who wanted him dead. In fact, he seemed to relish the adventure.
She shook her head to clear the thoughts. It wouldn’t help anyone to dwell on the events of the day. She wasn’t afraid for herself; her concern was for the safety of this odd man. Finished with her breakfast, she shrugged on her jacket and headed out to rendezvous with Lupin.
Lupin was in the common room that was shared by the school’s guest suites. Looking tired, as he always did, he was stretched out on a couch reading a book, but as soon as he heard Tonks’ door open, he clapped the book shut and popped to his feet.
“Good morning, Tonks. Have a good sleep?” He dropped the book on a nearby table.
“Wotcher, Remus. Slept too long, I think, but I needed it.” She patted her pocket to make sure she had her wand.
“Well, we’d better get on. Gonna be a long day.” He moved to the door and held it open for her.
“Gonna be a weird day.” She grinned at Lupin, then crossed the room to the proffered exit, knocking her hip hard into the back of the couch as she passed and grunting at the impact.
The walk to the library was a bit spooky, the halls wide and silent, as school was on summer holiday. Both Lupin and Tonks were graduates of Hogwarts and familiar with its halls, and the trip was quick. Entering the library, they found the Doctor, glasses on, reading with his feet propped up on the table, surrounded by piles of books. If she had to guess, there were easily upwards of fifty tomes piled on the table and floor near the Doctor, and she was sure her estimate was low.
The Doctor looked up and smiled brightly. “Ah, good morning! Your hair! Lovely! Metamorphmagus?”
Tonks blinked and rocked back on her heels. “What?”
“Unless you dyed your hair? Doubt it. Take too much time overnight.”
“How’d you even know that word?”
Leaning sideways over the arm of his chair, the Doctor snaked a long arm down and snagged a tome near the bottom of a pile, knocking over the rest of the books. Flipping it open, he turned to a page and began reading. “Most wizards require years of study to transform into animals, and once trained, can only take the form of one specific animal. Rarely, some wizards, called Metamorphmagi, are born with the ability to transform their appearance at will. This book doesn’t say much more, but that one” - he waved in the direction of a tall stack of books on the far side of the table - “had a whole chapter on it.”
Tonks had trouble finding her tongue. “You… you read all these books overnight?”
“Oh yes. Fascinating stuff! Wish I could do any of it. Would come in handy. Episkey!” He made a motion with his hand like pointing a wand at Tonks, then laughed like delighted child.
Lupin’s expression was a mixture of incredulity and amusement. “If you don’t mind me saying, I am glad that you can’t perform magic.”
“You are very wise, sir. Power like that should be kept away from people like me.” While a moment ago, his manner had been cheerful, his tone and expression were now dark and serious. He stared at his trainers for a moment, then clapped the book closed, the brooding gone. Leaping up from the chair, he waggled his two books. “Didn’t know how to put them back. The filing’s magic, is it?”
“Yeah.” Tonks waved dismissively. “Leave ‘em. Madame Pince’ll put ‘em away. She’ll probably think Peeves did this.”
He dropped the books on the table. “Peeves?”
“Poltergeist. Makes trouble, he does.”
“Poltergeist!” The Doctor looked around eagerly.
“Doctor! We really should be going.”
“Of course.” He thrust his hands into his pockets and grinned at Tonks. “You have such a splendid world here. I’m going to miss it. Terribly disappointed to leave.”
“Let’s make sure you get to. I still don’t know about this…”
“Oh, easy! Piece of cake. Everything’s all set up, is it?”
Lupin nodded. “Tonks contacted Dawlish and Moody last night and set up a meeting. Donna is with them, so we wait while Tonks meets with them. They won’t budge, I’m sure.”
“Right.” Snagging his overcoat from a nearby chair, the Doctor slipped into it and, sparing one last longing look at the mounds of books, headed for the library door. “Which way is out? So we can Apparate.” In the corridor, he gazed with an admiring expression at the architecture and artwork while waiting for an answer.
Tonks stood bemused. Lupin leaned near her and murmured, “I think in ten short hours he’s learned more about magic than most students here.” Raising his voice, he called forward, “To the left.” He patted Tonks on the back and they followed the Doctor out of the library.
The Doctor spun on his heel and strode off to the left, his coat flaring behind him. “Right, then! Allons-y!”
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Fandom(s): Doctor Who
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Donna Noble
Pairing(s): None
Rating: G
Genre: Sci-fi, fantasy, adventure
Word Count: 1259
Summary: Doctor Who/Harry Potter crossover: The Tenth Doctor and Donna fly through a crack in the walls of the universe and land in a world where humans can perform magic. Getting mixed up in the cold war between the Death Eaters, the Ministry of Magic, and the Order of the Phoenix, all sides want the Doctor dead!
It was a bit later in the morning than Tonks had intended when she finally dragged herself out of bed. She had had a lot to do to set up the events of today, including contacting her fellow auror John Dawlish and setting up a meeting in a secluded place near the safe house he was using. She had then spent at least an hour pacing in her guest room, contemplating how to make Dawlish and Moody (she knew he’d be there) see the truth. Dawlish might be easier than she expected, but Moody would be blind to reason, not that she blamed him. As it was, she had finally dropped, still fully clothed, into the draped bed around two in the morning.
A simple but hot breakfast of toast, jam, and boiled eggs awaited her on the nightstand; the Hogwarts house elves were always most efficient and attentive. As she ate, she attended to her appearance. Being able to change what she looked like at will had its perks. Very few wizards were born with the ability; it was so rare that few wizards even knew it existed. She had been very lucky. Today, she chose shocking-pink hair. She fully expected this day to go pear-shaped and wanted an appropriate color to face it with.
The Doctor puzzled her, and she couldn’t stop turning everything he had said and done over in her mind. Everything about him was strange - his vibrant energy, his flippant attitude, the distinct impression he gave of always being one step ahead of everyone else - and yet he was incredibly charismatic. She felt drawn to him, not in the way she was drawn to Lupin (she tucked that thought away in her mind as quickly as she could). It was more like she knew she could trust him. And she knew all this after speaking to him - well, listening to him and watching him - for a half an hour. What did he call himself? A Time Lord? Were all of his people like this?
All his confidence, however, did not dispel the feeling of apprehension she had for his safety. He might be from another world - and he certainly hadn’t told them anything else about himself, any actual details - but she was sure that he could be killed the same as anyone else. Yet, he seemed heedless of the danger of walking up to a powerful wizard who wanted him dead. In fact, he seemed to relish the adventure.
She shook her head to clear the thoughts. It wouldn’t help anyone to dwell on the events of the day. She wasn’t afraid for herself; her concern was for the safety of this odd man. Finished with her breakfast, she shrugged on her jacket and headed out to rendezvous with Lupin.
Lupin was in the common room that was shared by the school’s guest suites. Looking tired, as he always did, he was stretched out on a couch reading a book, but as soon as he heard Tonks’ door open, he clapped the book shut and popped to his feet.
“Good morning, Tonks. Have a good sleep?” He dropped the book on a nearby table.
“Wotcher, Remus. Slept too long, I think, but I needed it.” She patted her pocket to make sure she had her wand.
“Well, we’d better get on. Gonna be a long day.” He moved to the door and held it open for her.
“Gonna be a weird day.” She grinned at Lupin, then crossed the room to the proffered exit, knocking her hip hard into the back of the couch as she passed and grunting at the impact.
The walk to the library was a bit spooky, the halls wide and silent, as school was on summer holiday. Both Lupin and Tonks were graduates of Hogwarts and familiar with its halls, and the trip was quick. Entering the library, they found the Doctor, glasses on, reading with his feet propped up on the table, surrounded by piles of books. If she had to guess, there were easily upwards of fifty tomes piled on the table and floor near the Doctor, and she was sure her estimate was low.
The Doctor looked up and smiled brightly. “Ah, good morning! Your hair! Lovely! Metamorphmagus?”
Tonks blinked and rocked back on her heels. “What?”
“Unless you dyed your hair? Doubt it. Take too much time overnight.”
“How’d you even know that word?”
Leaning sideways over the arm of his chair, the Doctor snaked a long arm down and snagged a tome near the bottom of a pile, knocking over the rest of the books. Flipping it open, he turned to a page and began reading. “Most wizards require years of study to transform into animals, and once trained, can only take the form of one specific animal. Rarely, some wizards, called Metamorphmagi, are born with the ability to transform their appearance at will. This book doesn’t say much more, but that one” - he waved in the direction of a tall stack of books on the far side of the table - “had a whole chapter on it.”
Tonks had trouble finding her tongue. “You… you read all these books overnight?”
“Oh yes. Fascinating stuff! Wish I could do any of it. Would come in handy. Episkey!” He made a motion with his hand like pointing a wand at Tonks, then laughed like delighted child.
Lupin’s expression was a mixture of incredulity and amusement. “If you don’t mind me saying, I am glad that you can’t perform magic.”
“You are very wise, sir. Power like that should be kept away from people like me.” While a moment ago, his manner had been cheerful, his tone and expression were now dark and serious. He stared at his trainers for a moment, then clapped the book closed, the brooding gone. Leaping up from the chair, he waggled his two books. “Didn’t know how to put them back. The filing’s magic, is it?”
“Yeah.” Tonks waved dismissively. “Leave ‘em. Madame Pince’ll put ‘em away. She’ll probably think Peeves did this.”
He dropped the books on the table. “Peeves?”
“Poltergeist. Makes trouble, he does.”
“Poltergeist!” The Doctor looked around eagerly.
“Doctor! We really should be going.”
“Of course.” He thrust his hands into his pockets and grinned at Tonks. “You have such a splendid world here. I’m going to miss it. Terribly disappointed to leave.”
“Let’s make sure you get to. I still don’t know about this…”
“Oh, easy! Piece of cake. Everything’s all set up, is it?”
Lupin nodded. “Tonks contacted Dawlish and Moody last night and set up a meeting. Donna is with them, so we wait while Tonks meets with them. They won’t budge, I’m sure.”
“Right.” Snagging his overcoat from a nearby chair, the Doctor slipped into it and, sparing one last longing look at the mounds of books, headed for the library door. “Which way is out? So we can Apparate.” In the corridor, he gazed with an admiring expression at the architecture and artwork while waiting for an answer.
Tonks stood bemused. Lupin leaned near her and murmured, “I think in ten short hours he’s learned more about magic than most students here.” Raising his voice, he called forward, “To the left.” He patted Tonks on the back and they followed the Doctor out of the library.
The Doctor spun on his heel and strode off to the left, his coat flaring behind him. “Right, then! Allons-y!”
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Date: 2015-05-14 11:05 pm (UTC)Uh. Oh boy. Look, Tonks, sweetie...
“Poltergeist!” The Doctor looked around eagerly.
GAH, Doctor, no! You know not what you're inviting!
“Which way is out? So we can Apparate.”
I bet he read all about it in Hogwarts: A History. *snerk*