Fandom(s): Doctor Who
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Donna Noble
Genre: Sci-fi, fantasy, adventure
Word Count: 2219
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!
“Wait, wait, wait! Just hold on! Hold on!” Hunched forward, the Doctor stepped back, wagging his index fingers up to forestall the spell. Moody inexplicably did not finish the phrase. His hand shaking, he glared at the Doctor. “Use your magic! Read my mind if you must. I know you pride yourself on your justice, on not killing unless absolutely necessary. You don’t want to do this if there’s even a possibility that I’m not Barty Crouch.”
“Mad-eye!” Tonks pleaded. “You taught me that we can’t assume anything. You can’t let your anger condemn an innocent man to death. Prove to yourself who he is!”
Still with his wand leveled at the Doctor’s chest, Moody glared at Tonks. He exhaled, his breath raspy, then in a low voice, intoned, “Legilimens.”
The Doctor snapped his eyes shut. For a moment, Donna thought that Moody had cast some spell to take control of him, but then she realized that both of them were concentrating. Moody’s natural eye was unfocused, and his expression transformed from anger to confusion.
“You’re… controlling the things… you’re letting me see.” Breaking the spell, he stared at the Doctor. “You’re a Muggle. How are you doing that?”
Still holding his hands up, though limply, the Doctor opened his eyes slowly. “And?”
Moody closed his eyes and rasped, “You’re not Barty Crouch. That, I saw... You call yourself the Doctor. You’ve called yourself that for so long…” Opening his eyes, he gazed at the Doctor, an almost fearful look on his face. “You have no magic, but you have… time? And I saw… other things. I don’t know.” He shook his head to clear his mind. Gathering himself, he exhaled, his usual gruff command returning to his countenance. “I apologize, Doctor, for not investigating you adequately. I mean, correctly. I should not have allowed my… history to cloud my judgment.” He offered his hand to the Doctor.
Wriggling out of Dawlish’s hold, Donna peered at Moody. She suspected that he was trying to conceal his confusion about what that spell showed him and his guilt about what he had almost done under a gruff facade.
The Doctor grinned and shook his hand enthusiastically. “Well, we all make mistakes now and again. No harm done, eh?”
While Tonks and Lupin smiled in relief, Dawlish was confused, looking back and forth between the three wizards. He clapped his hand to his forehead. “Wait. So, he’s not…?”
“No, he’s not,” spat Moody, spinning and stumping away a few steps, and convincing Donna that he was angry with himself and trying to cover it up.
Tonks ran a hand through her hair. “Okay. Let’s finish this up. Now, the Doctor and Donna are going to leave so we’ll never have this problem again - I’ll explain that all later.” She held up a hand to silence Moody, who had spun back and opened his mouth to ask the obvious question. “Our part is to spread the word that Barty Crouch, Jr. was caught and executed…”
As Tonks and the Doctor described the plan to the others, Donna relaxed, relieved that the Doctor was safe and that they’d be departing this mad world of magic shortly. As she circled around Dawlish to move next to the Doctor and give him a hug, a man on the jogging path caught her eye, not because he was anything much out of the ordinary - he looked like a bum wandering through the park - but he was looking at the gathering of wizards as he strolled. The Doctor and Tonks had their backs to him, and the other wizards were too intent on Tonks to notice him. Donna thought for a moment. Didn’t they cast spells to stop people from seeing here? Or wait, it was to stop Muggles from…
“DOCTOR! DOWN!” she screamed as the man pulled something out of his pocket while he dashed behind a large tree. Donna lunged and tackled the Doctor, shoving him down as a flash of green light whizzed by them. The wizards threw themselves to the ground and began firing spells at the man, but he had cover while they didn’t. A ray of red light hit Tonks and she sprawled limp on the grass.
Pinned on his back under Donna, the Doctor regained his wind. “Donna, good work!” He flashed a brilliant smile at her as she crawled off him. “Now, stay here, stay low!” Pulling out his sonic screwdriver, he rolled over and scrambled towards Lupin, who motioned for him to stay still.
“Doctor, stay down. We’ll get him. That’s Wormtail.” Lupin’s voice cut across the other wizards’ magic words.
The Doctor was busy adjusting his screwdriver. “Yeah, we’ve met.” Another jet of red light passed over Lupin’s head. “Just… need to.. change… this...”
Donna crawled towards Tonks, trying to stay flat on the ground, though she noticed that the man wasn’t casting spells at her. He had more important opponents to worry about. She reached the pink-haired woman: she was breathing, but insensible, even after a couple of light slaps to the cheek. Dawlish was scrambling off to the side, trying to get to a vantage point where he would be able to see around Wormtail’s tree.
“Got it!” At the excitement in the Doctor’s voice, Donna glanced back. The Doctor was crawling closer to Lupin. "Can you cast Sonorus?"
"Sure..." Lupin looked puzzled but raised his wand to point at the Doctor's throat.
"No, not on me. On this." He presented the screwdriver.
Lupin nodded and pointed his wand at the device. "Sonorus."
"Thanks!" The Doctor aimed the screwdriver towards Wormtail and pressed the button. Donna saw the tip glow blue, but it didn't make its usual whirring noise: the only sounds she could hear were spell words and a sudden eruption of frantic barking from beyond where Wormtail was hidden. Turning to look, she saw Wormtail stick his hand out from behind the tree to cast a spell.
"Avada Kedavra!" The words were clear, but nothing happened. From her angle, she could see the confusion on Wormtail's face, and he looked quizzically at his wand.
From her right, she heard Dawlish yell, "Stupefy!" A jet of red light flew towards Wormtail, but disappeared before it reached its target.
Wormtail tried again, "Stupefy!" but nothing issued from his wand.
"Now,” the Doctor murmured to Lupin, “Stupefy on three. One... Two... Three!"
The Doctor released the sonic screwdriver's button as Lupin roared, "Stupefy!" The jet of light hit Wormtail in the shoulder and he crumpled to the ground.
The Doctor scrambled up, ran to Donna, and gave her a great bear hug, his expression radiant. “Donna!”
“Doctor!” she barely breathed, the air squeezed out of her.
Dawlish jumped up and ran to Wormtail, binding him with the magic ropes that Lupin once used on the Doctor. Lupin had already dashed to Tonks, to counter the spell that had knocked her out. Moody was slowly getting to his feet.
“This is Peter Pettigrew!” Dawlish was standing over the inert body, his astonishment clearly written on his face. “How could that be? He was killed by Sirius Black fourteen years ago.”
“That’s what they wanted you to think.” Moody adjusted his leg and stumped over to Dawlish.
“Black didn’t kill Pettigrew. Pettigrew was the traitor. He’s the one that betrayed the Potters to You-Know-Who, and when he fell, Pettigrew faked his own death to make it look like Black was the traitor and had killed him to shut him up.”
“That’s impossible!” Dawlish sputtered. He looked at Tonks and Lupin, who both nodded their corroboration.
Donna gave the Doctor an inquisitive look, and he shrugged. “I’ve no idea,” he whispered to her. They walked over to join the two aurors, Lupin and Tonks coming over a moment later, though Tonks was still a bit unsteady.
“Then we’ve got to take him in, tell the Ministry about this. We’re hunting for the wrong man.” With one arm akimbo, he ran the other hand through his hair, staring down at Wormtail.
“No,” the Doctor interrupted. “Wormtail has to go back to Voldemort.” All of the wizards winced at the mention of the name. “He needs to be sure that I’ve been killed, and the best way to do that is for Wormtail to report that I’ve been executed.”
Dawlish and Moody spoke at the same time. “You-Know-Who?” “He knows about you?” Dawlish then rounded on Moody. “Wait, you all think You-Know-Who is back again?”
“He is, Dawlish. Three months now.” Moody crossed his arms. Lupin and Tonks nodded.
“That crazy stuff that Potter spouted after the Triwizard Tournament? You can’t possibly believe that!” He stepped back from his comrades, the stunned amazement on his face clearly indicating that he thought they had suddenly gone insane.
Tonks moved forward and put a hand on Dawlish’s arm. “It’s all true, John. You-Know-Who is back, and Wormtail’s working with him.”
“Do you have proof? Does Fudge know about this? We’ve got to inform the Ministry.”
Moody shook his head. “I’m sorry about this, John.”
Moody raised his wand. “Confundo.” Dawlish’s eyes unfocused and he swayed on his feet. “That weakness is an advantage sometimes.”
The Doctor was appalled. “What d’you do that for?”
Moody smirked. “He’s a great auror, but too literal and too loyal to the Ministry. Fudge is intent on burying the truth about You-Know-Who, and one more voice against him won’t make a difference. If Dawlish brings this to him, he’ll find himself working in the Ludicrous Patents Office. Better to let him remember you getting killed by me. Much cleaner that way.”
“There’s got to be a better way.”
“Maybe. But there’s more going on here than you know, Doctor. We’ll handle it our way.” The Doctor inhaled to protest, but thought better of, acquiescing and stepping back. “I need to get him out of here before he comes out of it and I have to do it again. Tonks, I trust you to take care of Pettigrew. Stop by afterwards and tell me what in the world just happened. Good work.” Tonks nodded, all business, but her eyes shone with pride. He turned to the two Muggles. “Doctor. Donna.” He opened his mouth to say more, then changed his mind. Grasping the dazed Dawlish tightly by the arm, he turned on the spot and they both vanished.
Lupin nudged Wormtail’s inert form with his toe, his face a mask of distaste. “Let’s deal with him. Memory Charm should do the trick, make him remember Moody killing you, Doctor.”
“No, that’s not good enough.” The Doctor knelt by Wormtail, gazing at his face. “There are various ways of breaking through a Memory Charm, which means that it just suppresses memories, not erases them. And I’m sure that Mr. Insane Evil Snakeman won’t hesitate to try to break his own servant.”
Donna gaped. “How would you know -?”
“Later, Donna. Let me do this,” he addressed the wizards without turning. “That way, if Voldemort does break the charm, there won’t be any memory of this day to give him any more information.” The Doctor positioned his hands on either side of Wormtail’s head, then closed his eyes. Ten seconds later, he opened his eyes and released his hold. “It’s done. Now you can use the Memory Charm.”
The aurors were speechless. Tonks blinked a few times, then inhaled deeply before moving to Wormtail. She pulled out her wand and murmured, “Obliviate.”
“You are full of surprises, Doctor.” Lupin’s tone and expression were serious and a bit apprehensive.
The Doctor stood up and squared himself with Lupin. “Donna and I will be leaving this world very soon, for good. Best thing I can do for you.”
“Yes. Though…” Lupin bit his lip. “You’d be a powerful ally in the fight that’s coming, against You-Know-Who. We’ll need all the help we can get.”
“Wish we could, but I think I’d cause more problems than I’d solve. Oh! Could you fix this?” He he held up the sonic screwdriver.
“Of course.” Lupin waved his wand at the device. “Quietus. What was that for, anyway? How did that stop Wormtail’s spells?”
The Doctor fiddled with the sonic, then pressed its button. It lit up and whirred merrily like usual. “Oh, it stopped all the magic, not just his. Back at the school, the headmaster said my sonic wouldn’t work because of magical interference, right? I figured it would work the other way around. I amplified the sonic field as much as I could, and then you cast your amplifier on it. With all that technological interference, the magic didn’t work.” He grinned, delighted at his own cleverness. “Oh, and I set it to ultrasound, so it wouldn’t blow our ears off. Bothered the dogs, though.”
Lupin smirked. “Ingenious.”
“Best be off,” Tonks suggested, pointing her wand at Wormtail and murmuring, "Finite incantatem." The magic ropes binding him melted away. Circling around to Donna, she grinned. “One last Apparation, one last chance to heave your lunch. Where to, Doctor?”
The Doctor described the location of the TARDIS, and the two wizards Disapparated with their passengers.