Fandom(s): Doctor Who
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Donna Noble
Genre: Sci-fi, fantasy, adventure
Word Count: 411
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!
As soon as the door opened, Nott pushed his way into the house, muscling the much shorter Avery out of the way. “Got a big problem.” He dropped into the nearest armchair and leaned his head on his fist.
Avery pointed out the still-open door. “Get out. Don’t bring your problems here.”
Rolling his eyes, Avery slammed the door and strode to Nott, standing over him. “What now?”
“Crouch, Jr. is back. Seen in London. The Dark Lord is moving to get him back.”
“Another one!” Nott launched himself out of the chair and started pacing back and forth, his robes swishing around his heavy boots. The other man did not hesitate to plop down into the vacated seat. “First Snape, and now another ‘most faithful servant!’ Who isn’t the Dark Lord’s ‘most faithful servant’ anymore?”
Crossing his arms, Avery rolled his eyes and bit his lip. He’d heard this rant before, too many times.
“And who gets ignored?” Nott continued. “Us. We do all the dirty work, and those bloody cowards get all the glory. I was one of the first, you know! Loyal to the end!”
Avery stared off into space, nodding reflexively at points all too often repeated to him.
“Well, this time, I’m going to do something about it.”
That was different. Avery ran his hand through his light brown hair and eyed the older man. “Do what?”
“Make sure that Crouch doesn’t return. One less servant to worry about. The Dark Lord wanted me to investigate his friend, some red-haired gal. We’ll just make sure that there’s nothing left of either to report back on.”
“Of course, we. You want this as bad as I do.” Avery remained unconvinced. “Think. We bring them back here, two people to make suffer.”
Avery’s eyes gleamed. “Why didn’t you say so? Wait. Thought you said the Dark Lord was bringing him in. We won’t be able to get near.”
“Nah, he sent Malfoy and Wormtail. Those two are useless. I heard where Wormtail said he saw them. If we move fast, we can find them first.” He stepped to the chair and grabbed Avery by the arm. “Come on, let’s go.”
Jumping up, Avery wrenched his arm out of Nott’s grasp, then made a big show of cleaning off his blue sleeve where the man had touched him.
Nott grunted, then mumbled the destination. Both men drew their wands out of their pockets and Disapparated.