Collision Course (HP - Doctor Who) BOOK 1

Who lives in a shack connected to a tree? Sirius Black!

Heyyyy guys. Gonna kick it off with, you guessed it, classes! Enjoyzzzz.

Doctor's POV

"So, class, we're a lesson ahead of what I've planned for, so today we're just gonna do some fun stuff, answer any Astronomy questions you have, things like that, so let's get started!" I told the 3rd years sat in front of me.

"Nice one! No work!"
"That's right! Within reason, do whatever. Talk to your mates, play chess, make a cardboard cut-out of your dog, even write a novel, whatever you'd like."

The class nearly cheered. A lot of them found the class boring -- which was understandable, though a little disappointing.

"Doctor, didn't you say you had a bunch of stories about space? Would you mind telling us them?"

Well, that was unexpected.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Let's see.. oh, I know, I'll tell you about one time when I got the President turned to stone." So I told about half the class the story of what would be called 'The Five Doctors' to muggles.

"Woah, that sounds like a fiction book. Did that really happen?" Someone asked me sceptically.

"Of course! I can actually show you the memory if you want? There isn't enough time to do it today, but maybe next week I could show you. Mind you that was a good 2-"

The Master cleared his throat, reminding me who I was talking to.
"-because that was quite a while ago now. And I looked a LOT different then." I looked down at where I would've previously put the celery I used to carry around with me back then.

○°Celery. What was I thinking, wearing a vegetable?○°

"Anyway, class dismissed, you can go now."

○°No idea, Doc, but I suppose if there's one way to visually tell the difference between humans and Time Lords, you'd look at what they wear.○°

○°Don't call me Doc! But, either way, that's true. Like what I would wear had I accepted my position as Lord President.○°

○°Hmm, yeah..○°

--The next Day--

I had just left the Great Hall with the rest of the school, when I realised something.

"Hey, Master?" I tried to get his attention.

"Mhmm?" He was normally very uninterested in what I was doing. In fact, he'd probably prefer it if I weren't here and he could kill everyone. Obviously, though, that wouldn't be happening.

"Well, I just realised, we know how to get into the Werping Willow, right?"

He sighed.
"What now? You realise that a werewolf goes through there every month and that we'd get chopped up into little chunks of fleshy death, right?

"Yes! Just that we could help Sirius. If he doesn't look so insane and dirty, maybe he'd leave a better impression at first."

"Fine, fine. I suppose it's better than sitting around listening to your friend all day."
"Hey! Noone ever said you had to stay. If you have a problem, just leave."

Master's POV

That made me think. Why was I still there? I could be off taking on Sontarans in hand to hand combat, I could be going back in time to create the Cybermen, or the Daleks for myself to control and dictate, but, instead of that, I spent my days teaching about what could've been my kingdom in a school.