Proffessor Smith (MadHowler does not own Doctor Who or Harry Potter)

Just a little Moody

Knock, knock, knock-!

The Doctor immediately jumped up and flung the door open as if by pure reflex, his breath coming in terrified gasps for a fleeting moment, his eyes hollow and his hands trembling. Despite this, he pulled himself together in milliseconds, rubbing his eyes. Only three.

"Blimey, you sure know how to wake someone up, don't you?" He let the adrenaline leave his system, now thinking about how silly he'd been a moment ago. He opened his eyes. "Oh. It's you. Hello."

"Moody" stood in the doorway, his eye spinning restlessly. "Good morning, mr. Smith. If that is, indeed, your name." He narrowed his eyes as if in suspicion.

The Doctor sighed, not really in the mood to deal with the disguised criminal. "It is, in fact, my name, if I say it is my name. If that's what I want to be called, then that is my name. Just like if Tiffany wants to be called George, then it's George, not Tiffany. And vise versa. Are you quite through interrogating me? Really, this is an ungodly hour for questions."

"Any hour is an ungodly hour for questions, if you don't want them asked." The man said roughly, "And you pretty much just admitted to me that your name isn't John Smith."

"Um, no." The Doctor huffed, "I'm pretty sure I just said that my name WAS John Smith."

"And implied that you weren't born with that name."

"Look, you can question me for a billion years- I've got the lifespan for it- but you will find nothing on me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have much, MUCH more important things to do than be questioned like a criminal by an old retired auror." He closed the door, rolling his eyes and heading back to the maps. "Blimey, he can gab."

He rubbed his eyes again and studied the maps. Immediately, something came to his attention. The star, the proverbial weak link, was still blinking, yes. But somehow it was slower. He looked closer, noticing that it was certainly brighter, too. "Well, hello... What's this?"

A million new theories raced in his head until his mind settled on one in particular. "...Naturally occurring. It has to be. I've never seen it before. I've only heard theories. But that's the only thing that makes sense. Somehow, this universe and mine came together. And now it's fading. They're moving apart again." He blinked, giving a breath. "This... This could very well be the Mandela Effect in action. Oh, that's beautiful." He grinned. "Oh! I have to tell Dumbledore!" He grabbed the map and flung the door open, pushing past the fake Moody, who, of course, hadn't left, and ran off to tell the headmaster.