At Long Last - A Harry Potter, Doctor Who Fan-fiction

Chapter 6 - Snow Day

The Doctor and Hermione walked side by side as they huddled together against the cold. There was no one about, no animals or people of a different era, just Hermione, the Doctor, the trees and the snow. Hermione found it fascinating to see what her locality was like one thousand years before, with no houses or humans it was a perfect, unspoiled environment.

"Humans have not yet explored this place you know."
"So I am the first human ever to set foot here, and you are the first Time Lord. That is a pretty daunting thought."

The Doctor couldn't help but smile to himself. Hermione was the first person that thought about small things and big thing at the same time. She remembered that he was not human and instantly understood the mystic powers of the sonic screwdriver whilst asking for clarification, not just accepting that some things can't be known. The Doctor was in his own thought as he walked beside Hermione, not bothering to take in his surroundings. His thoughts were harshly cut short by the sound of Hermione's crestfallen voice that sounded strangely muffled due to her thick coat.

"Apparently we weren't the first people, well human and Time Lord, to enter this place. Look over there, you can just make out an angel statue, and oh, it appears to be crying.

The Doctor was jerked back into reality at the mention of a crying angel. He had just lost Amy and Roary for good and thought that they had destroyed every angel. Hermione was probably just seeing things, but when he looked up, his nightmares were confirmed.

"Dear God! It's a Weeping Angel."
"Yes I can see that the angel statue is weeping, what of it."
"Don't look away Hermione! Don't blink and do not turn you back. I'll explain later. Slowly back away but so not turn around."

Hermione did not see the harm in an old piece of stone, so she turned around to be face to face with an angel, only this angel had a fierce face with pointed fangs.

"It is not just one Doctor. We're circled in."

It was indeed true. At least four mottled stone angels were closing in on the terrified Doctor and the bewildered Hermione. The blizzard was vastly limiting visibility and stinging opened eyes, making it impossible to survey all of the angels at one time.

"There is no escape!"

The grating stone sounded just behind the Doctor and an angel had nearly placed a stone finger on the Doctor's shoulder. The Doctor could see no way to escape the horrors of the Weeping Angels, so he just kept looking as best they could. Hermione on the other hand had no knowledge of Weeping Angels, yet a plan was already hatching in her well organised mind. She pulled out her freshly made wand and aimed it towards the centre of one of the Weeping Angels' chest.

"Reducto!"

Hermione's spell hit the angel in the centre of its chest, destroying any life that it may have possessed. Where it once stood, there was a circle of black ash and a pile of stones with noting special about them. Seeing that spells did indeed work, Hermione aimed and fired until only a ring of ash and debris was encircling the Doctor and Hermione.

"How did you do that Hermione?"
"I have already told you Doctor, I am a witch and I know spells and charms."
"That is brilliant. That race has survived for so many years has been destroyed by a simple bit of magic. Brilliant!"
"Magic isn't exactly a new tradition either you know."
"Let's head off, I think that I have had enough of a scare for one day.

They linked arms and returned to the Tardis with much haste. The Doctor ran the sonic screwdriver around the door which flung open in an instant, revealing the expansive insides. After forwarding in, returning to the present year, then exiting again with warm sunshine there to greet them, Hermione instantly noticed something new. She approached it confidently and laughed when she saw what it was. In the exact spot where one thousand years ago the Weeping Angels were annihilated was a well that was, according to the sign, one thousand five hundred years old. The well itself was made out of grey stone blocks, and when Hermione looked closer, she saw that one stone was actually a snarl of teeth.
The Doctor came to her side and grinned when he saw what Hermione had just seen.

"One thousand five hundred! Well, I think that we will give historians that one because the Weeping Angels were very old, so the stones that they tested were no doubt old too."
"I hope that that was the only thing that changed."

The Doctor really thought that Hermione was amazing, thinking about the consequences of history already.

"It was, don't you worry Hermione."
"How do you know?"
"I just know these things, that is the burden of being a Time Lord, that last one at that."

They were both thinking very pleasant thoughts as they crossed the quiet street to Hermione's apartment, totally forgetting about what happened in Hogsmeade that morning. The Doctor farewelled a cheery Hermione at the front door before returning to the Tardis, although he suspected that he wouldn't be leaving for a while yet.

{ Authors Note - Hope you are liking this book, whoever may be reading it. I also hope you understand the picture⬆️. Comment and let me know your thoughts, as I would love to know what you think. Cheers guys!😄}