The Marauders meet.....WHO?

The Marauders Meet....WHO?! Chapter 22

Hey guys I probably only will be able to write one or two more chapters after this. I'm so sorry. But then once I get wifi I will write some more okay? Okay. (fault in our stars pun) I'm starting to write another book and I think you guys will love it. I will be writing it until Christmas because it's a Christmas story. I won't publish it until maybe the second week of December, but it will be December!! But here's another chapter.

James got up off the floor.

"Would you like a tour?!" Asked Jillian.

"Sure that would be splendid!" Said Rose.

They walked down corridors and kept turning.

"So Hogwarts hasn't changed a bit has it?" Asked Remus.

"I don't know, I came here with Julie four years ago" said Jillian.

"Okay, well at least........ Wait who is the new headmaster?!" Exclaimed Sirius.

"He really doesn't have a name, we just call him The Master." Said Julie.

The Doctor heard this. He was shocked!

"Doctor??!!! Where are you going?!??!??!?" Yelled Rose.

But the Doctor didn't reply he was going to find his old friend. He sprinted off so quickly no one saw him turn left. But the group followed him up the hall.

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"Well, this is different!" The Doctor told himself.

Instead of a spiral staircase, it was a metal door.

"And this is where the Sonic comes in handy!" He said, unlocking the door.

Suddenly he came to a statue. A statue that could send you back in time and kill you if you blinked or looked away. The Doctor knew it all along..... The Race of the Weeping Angels.

"Don't look at it in the eyes!" Cackled somebody to the side.

The Doctor turned to see the Master. His blonde hair sweeping across his face. He was chewing on a bone, and he had an evil smile written across his face.

"Hello, Doctor!" He said smirking.

"Master!" Yelled the Doctor.

"Oh yes it is me. Yes, yes, yes wonderful old me. I see you haven't changed!" He said.

"Weeelllllll..... You haven't either!" Said the Doctor, using his long 'well'.

"Do you like my weeping angels? They have been waiting for you" said a The Master.

"Oh, yes, I like them just the thing is...... how do you have control over them?" He asked.

"I took them from The Torchwood Insitute!" He said Happily.

"Torchwood is a very sophisticated organization." Replied the Doctor.

"Well, it system can be beaten!" Said the Master.

"But how? Torchwood pays for guards to stand by with weaponry more advanced that 2.3 billion years of technology!!" Said The Doctor, very stunned.

"I manipulated the system!" The Master cackled as the bone in his mouth moved up and down as he talked.

"No, no, no,!! There is no way!!" Said The Doctor.

"Oh yes there is, Doctor!" Said the Master.

"What goes on in that head of yours?!" Said the Doctor.

"Many, dark, dangerous and nasty things Doctor. You wouldn't understand." He replied.

"Koschei!? What ever happened??! Why are you so cruel!!" Yelled The Doctor.

"The day I looked into the Time-Vortex! I went mad! Ran away! I ran away.... To find you and kill you !" He said Cruelly.

"Koschei!! I saved your life!!! Why would you kill me?! We were friends!!! We were from the same race!!!! " Yelled the Doctor again outraged.

"Enough!" Yelled The Master.

He snapped his fingers. The weeping angels moved and they grabbed the Doctor.

"No!! Let me go!" He yelled and struggled against the angel.

The Master came up to him and took his Screwdriver.

"Never Doctor! Your time is up. No more regenerations for you! I knew you would come!" He said.

"How?" The Doctor asked.

"The Daleks!" He said.

"What??? How!! So you work for the Daleks now!" The Doctor yelled in frustration.

"Yes. The Daleks and I partnered up to seek you." The master smirked and he hit the Doctor with his own power of pain from his tiny weapon held in his hand.

"Aaargh!!!!" The Doctor yelled and a large red cut appeared on his arm. The beam had cut through his suit and trench coat. The Doctor almost passed out from the pain.

"Why? Don't you see it Doctor? The Marauder's Hogwarts I found you and you thought you were so safe and............" STUPIFY!!!* a jet of red light burst out of nowhere and hit the master. He now was unconscious. Rose walked in and then realized the angels. She had a wand in her hand and The Marauders, Julie, and Jillian had burst open the door and stunned the Master.

"Rose!!!! Don't blink!!!" Yelled the Doctor.

"Doctor!!!!!! She yelled happily starting to cry.

"It's okay. The angels have covers over their eyes. We are safe!" She said soothingly.

Rose put her hands on his face, he began to tear up.

"Doctor! What did he do to you?" Asked Rose calmly, looking at his arm. It was bleeding rapidly.

"Mmmmmmpppphhhh!!" The Doctor moaned. "Only one heart is working, Rose. Please, get your self out of here!" He moaned.

"No!!! I'm not leaving you!!! I.... Love you!" Rose said.

"What will work Doctor???! What do you need.?" Rose asked.

"I need you..... To..... Mmmmppphhhh..,, aaahhhh... Big shocker!" The Doctor said, trying to speak under the pain and agony.

"Alright, big shock!" Yelled Rose and she clashed her lips on to his.

The kiss felt quick and simple but the Doctor felt like it was forever. Rose's lips were soft and he felt her lip gloss smear on his lips.

Rose finished off the kiss and black smoke came out of the Doctor's mouth which meant that his other heart started up again.

"R-Rose!" He said softly and the Angel released him only to have him pass out and faint on the floor.

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There you have it A LONG CHAPTER!!! I'm proud of myself!!

"If you want to write, you write.

The only way to learn to write is by writing. And that would not be a useful approach to brain surgery.

Stephen King always wanted to write and he writes.

So he wrote Carrie and 'Salem's Lot and The Shining, and the good short stories you can read in this book, and a stupendous number of other stories and books and fragments and poems and essays and other unclassifiable things, most of them too wretched to ever publish.

Because that is the way it is done.

Because there is no other way to do it. Not one other way.

Compulsive diligence is almost enough. But not quite. You have to have a taste for words. Gluttony. You have to want to roll in them. You have to read millions of them written by other people.

You read everything with grinding envy or a weary contempt."

-Prongs the Timelord.