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Chapter Three

After encountering a Boggart, a golden mist that turned his world literally upset down, running into one of Hagrid's massive Blast-Ended Skrewts, how his father thought they were magnificent was truly unbelievable but then again, it was his father, rescuing Cedric from a fellow Champion from torturing him before going their separate ways, answering a riddle from a sphinx correctly and now joining up with Cedric again to battle an Acromantula, Harry was ready for this tournament to be done. He had just been dropped on his leg and he was pretty sure he injured it fairly badly, if not broken it.

Harry rolled underneath the Acromantula and shouted a spell just as Cedric did the same thing and the Acromantula laid stunned on the ground.

"Are you all right?" asked Cedric as he helped Harry to his feet and held him steady as his leg tried to give out on him before Cedric let go of him.

"I'm fine," said Harry, though it was clear he wasn't.

They both turned towards the Cup. Harry knew that if he and Cedric were to race for it, he would never win and touch the Cup first with his now injured leg. Cedric will have beaten him again. At least this time he didn't fall fifty feet off a broom.

"You take it," said Cedric, turning to look at him, looking away from the Cup, the glory.

"What?" asked Harry, shocked.

"You take it," repeated Cedric and then he pointed out, "You've saved me in here twice. Not to mention the dragon for the First Task."

Before Harry could respond, telling Cedric that they both could take the Cup, the Doctor's and Master's voice from the future floated across his mind, "There will come a time tonight in the maze when you have a choice to make a selfish decision, at least to some," said the Doctor.

"Take it," said the Master.

"Sometimes it can save a life," said the Doctor.

Harry thought about it for a moment and then he made his decision in a split second.

"Okay," said Harry, nodding his head decisively but still not completely sure.

"Okay," said Cedric and he walked further away from the Cup and Harry could tell it must have cost him a lot to do that as he himself walked closer to the Cup. He then got an idea.

With his hand over the handle of the Cup, Harry turned to look at Cedric and said, "I'll tell everyone what happened. We'll split the gold and everything. I promise."

"Harry, you don't have –" started Cedric, ready to refuse him.

"I want to. Besides, I figured we tied for first in this whole tournament, even if you let me take the Cup. So I say we split everything after this whole thing is over," said Harry and not waiting for an agreement or a rejection from Cedric, Harry took hold of the Cup handle, felt a jerk behind his navel and was whisked away.

Cedric waited for a minute to see what would happen to him after Harry took them Cup, chuckling a little at his stubbornness. When he was still in the same place for two more minutes, his chuckles done, he figured something went wrong and sent up red sparks to get someone's attention so they could come get him and he could tell someone.

Professor McGonagall was the one who ended up coming to his aide and when she saw he was not in immediate danger and there was no Cup in the middle of the maze, she immediately put together what had happened.

"Follow me. We must be quick," she said to Cedric who nodded his head and followed her.

By the time they reached where the judges and the other Champions were, Cedric saw that his parents and Harry's family had joined them.

When he and Professor McGonagall reached where Dumbledore was, it wasn't Dumbledore who spoke but Harry's dad.

"Tell us what happened quickly. You shot up red sparks from the middle of the maze," said Harry's dad, the Doctor, and he seemed quite anxious and he already seemed to know that Harry was in danger and no longer here on the Hogwarts ground.

Cedric told them what happened.

The Doctor turned to Harry's other dad, the Master, and said, "What were those things that transported people from place to place that Harry said about earlier in the summer that he used with his friend's family?"

The Master thought for a moment before he said, "Portkey."

The Doctor turned to the headmaster and said, "Why was the Cup a Portkey? Where did it go?"

"The Cup was supposed to transport the first person who touched it back here. It's the only reason it was a Portkey to begin with. Mr. Potter could be anywhere now," said Fudge instead and he sounded nervous that they may have lost the Savior of the Wizarding World, crazy or not. The Doctor barely glanced at him.

"The bracelet," said Rose and the Doctor turned to look at her.

"What?"

"The bracelet that future you gave him," said Rose.

"You said it could track him," further explained Jack.

"If you run like your life is in danger," started the Master, ignoring everyone around them.

"The TARDIS is five minutes from here," finished the Doctor. "Let's go, Master, Rose and Jack." He didn't even try to keep them away from the danger this time.

"Wait. Where are you going?" asked Dumbledore, somewhat confused though he was doing better than Fudge who was thoroughly confused. Cedric was just pleased to see that they were doing something about rescuing his friend because that is what he saw Harry as. How could he not after they both saved each other's lives several times during this entire tournament.

"To get my son!" said the Doctor without a backwards glance as he sprinted away to his TARDIS. They made it there in just under five minutes.

The TARDIS, sensing her two Time Lords' distress along with the distress of their companions, let out a comforting hum for them all to hear as the Doctor and Master got to work trying to trace Harry's bracelet and hoping against hope he didn't lose it in the maze. The TARDIS also helped as much as she could to get her Time Lords' son back.

The location beeped and before the Doctor or Master could fly her, the TARDIS took off on her own to get there, knowing instinctively that that is where her Time Lords needed to be.

"Where is that?" asked Jack reading over the Doctor's shoulder, Rose reading over his other one.

The Doctor couldn't speak but the Master did and he said, "It's a graveyard. He's in the Little Hangleton Graveyard."

The Doctor gripped the console tightly at that confirmation that he didn't misread anything.

Jack and Rose just stared in shock.

"That doesn't mean anything, does it?" asked Rose, not wanting to believe that Harry could be…

No one answered her and the TARDIS landed softly for once for the four of them without Harry on board.

The Master did a scan of the surrounding area since the Doctor never did like to do those and what he found was not promising. It looked like there were two people surrounded by dozens more. The Doctor read the findings over his shoulder, the look on his face darkening.

He turned to Jack and said, "Do you still have the perception filters that we used that one time?"

"Yeah?" said Jack, questioningly.

"Give them to me," said the Doctor and Jack, who had kept two keys, one in each of his trouser side pockets in case he lost one, gave them both to the Doctor.

"I want them back," said Jack.

"Sure," said the Doctor absentmindedly. "Now I want you and Rose to stay here. No arguments, Harry is going to need backup in case our plan fails at first."

"What plan?" said Rose, agreeing to stay behind unhappily along with Jack. Harry was in trouble, there was no time to argue right now.

The Doctor and Master grinned and if it wasn't such a serious situation, both Jack and Rose would be a little worried about how similar the grin was.

Meanwhile, Harry had landed in a graveyard, was tied to a headstone and was used in a ritual to bring back one of the most feared wizards of all time.

Lord Voldemort stood in front of him as he addressed his Death Eaters and Harry tried to mental call for help to his fathers but he either didn't practice enough or there was something blocking his attempts. Then Voldemort announced they were going to duel.

There were three things that Harry was hoping for… well four really. One, that he would be untied. Two, that he would get his wand back so the duel was fair, you can never count on fair when it comes to situations like these. Three, that he wouldn't die a very painful death and he could escape being the fourth.

At the moment, it looked like only two of those things were going to be accomplished as he was untied, given his wand back and then hit by two very painful Cruciatus curses after being forced to bow painfully. Harry ducked behind a gravestone before he could be hit by another one. Thank Merlin for always having to run for his life and Quidditch. It gave him very quick reflexes.

"Are you ready to die already, Potter?" said Voldemort and his Death Eaters laughed. "Come out and face me like a man. Die standing up, facing me like your father did, not hiding like a coward."

Harry gritted his teeth. He didn't like it when anyone threw his birth father's death in his face like that. He actually got to know him thanks to his dad and father and if there is one thing that all three of them and his mother would agree with, was that Harry wasn't a coward. He would face his death head on, even if it was the most painful thing he experienced.

Harry took a deep, calming breath to try to slow his racing heartbeat, stood up from behind the headstone and turned and faced Voldemort and his Death Eaters, for probably the last time.

He had just raised his wand to cast a spell against what was surely going to be the Killing Curse, when he heard the most beautiful sound second to the Phoenix song though he didn't relax his grip on his wand even as Voldemort and the Death Eaters started to look around for the sound, momentarily distracted from killing Harry.

The TARDIS materialized and everyone looked at it in shock, not knowing what it was or how it got there, and Harry couldn't help but feel some relief. His fathers were going to save him. He still didn't relax his grip in case Voldemort got over his shock quickly.

The door to the TARDIS opened and the Master stepped out. He took three steps forward and made a small circle as he took everything in his line of sight in the graveyard in.

"Wow! What a place," whistled the Master. He took three steps back so he was blocking the doorway to the TARDIS.

Harry couldn't help the hope that leapt back into him. His father was dressed the same way as he was when he was at Hogwarts before he went into the maze so this was a present him not a past one who might want to kill him as he did when he was still crazy just like Voldemort. Harry didn't think he could take that on top of this, nor did he think he could take being kidnapped by his father right now. He just wanted to sleep and pretend this was one of his really bad nightmares.

Voldemort looked at the Master, assessed how he was dressed, decided that he was dealing with a Muggle and said, "Since when do Muggle objects appear out of thin air?"

His father stared at Voldemort for a moment before he started to laugh, slightly hysterically and in his, what Harry called, evil laughter. Harry hated that laughter because usually that meant trouble for his dad and whoever else was traveling with them. Harry was usually his father's hostage by that point, and Harry used that term loosely, – who wouldn't if when someone was taken to be a hostage they played video games most of the time, went to amusement parks and generally had an okay time when everyone else was suffering? – when he wasn't in school.

Voldemort got angry at the Master's laughter and, wanting answers, blew up a tombstone close to the Master which did nothing for the Master's laughter. The Death Eaters and Harry could only stare transfixed at the sight before them. Luckily for Harry, though, everyone seemed to have forgotten about him in lieu of the Master appearing in front of them although there was no way he would make it to the safety of the TARDIS unseen, obviously.

When the Master had stopped laughing and was wiping the tears from his eyes, Voldemort said, in a silky voice, "What is so funny?"

Still wiping his eyes, the Master replied, "You. Assuming that this is a... What did you call it? 'Muggle object.'"

With disgust in his voice, Voldemort replied, "It looks Muggle. What else can it be?"

The Master looked at him like he just dribbled down his front and Voldemort and his Death Eaters were taken aback while Harry had to stifle his chuckles at that and then his jump as someone touched his arm and then slipped something over his head. It really shouldn't surprise him that his dad was there ready to rescue him as he slowly came into view – nice perception filter. He was always there when he needed him. His dad grinned at him slightly as they started to make their way cautiously back to the TARDIS, his dad not once letting go of him.

"And that right there is what makes you a horrible villain," said the Master with a scathing tone, all traces of amusement gone, and still looking at Voldemort like he had dribbled down his front though his eyes moved to where Harry and the Doctor were quickly before moving back to Voldemort who missed it since he looked stunned.

"A horrible villain?" echoed Voldemort.

"And dull apparently," said the Master, with a firm nod of his head.

If the Death Eaters weren't who they were, they probably would have gasped right there, Harry was sure as they made it to the TARDIS. Now they had to wait for his father to move to let them in... if he let them in. Hopefully he did. He was sore from being hit with the Cruciatus Curse and was hoping there was something to fix that on the TARDIS and he was still shaking and bleeding. He was just a downright mess.

Now that Harry was closer the Master could see how awful Harry was looking and was that blood? No one drew blood from his son/hostage except him when need be and he didn't even do it all that often, only once every three years so far, if that, and the first two times were accidents, the other times because he was sick.

The Master projected a thought to just the Doctor. 'Take him inside when I move but don't take him far, I want him to hear what I have to say to old Tommy boy. Plus you need to come back out and have your say, Mr. Oncoming Storm.'

The Doctor nodded once at him which he could see since they were standing to his side.

Voldemort, angry but once able to charm anyone and he had never lost the talent, even if he never used it much after he got his large group of followers, became feared and had been otherwise indisposed for the last thirteen years, said as he tried to remain calm, "How am I a horrible villain exactly? You are the one that is outnumbered as I can see."

"Numbers don't mean anything but where to start?" said the Master moving to the left a little and taking a step forward while tapping a finger to his chin, unblocking the door, and the Doctor and Harry made their way inside the TARDIS, where they were quietly greeted by Rose and Jack who also had on perception filters, where they had got them, the Doctor didn't know and Jack just smiled while Rose rolled her eyes, and the TARDIS herself who just dimmed her light in greeting for the moment, happy to see that her Time Lords' child was safe and somewhat unharmed. She rearranged the rooms so that when they finally decided to take Harry to the med bay it would be close by.

The Doctor gave Harry, Jack and Rose a look and they all knew not to argue as he stepped back outside as Jack went to support Harry since his leg decided it didn't want to support him anymore as it, and the rest of his body, continued to have fine tremors.

"I know! Let's start with the fact that you think I've come here alone," said the Master grinning as he felt the Doctor step back out as he was behind him and the Master moved back to his previous position once he was sure he wouldn't step on the Doctor.

"You are alone," said some nameless Death Eater as if it were obvious.

"Wrong-o," said the Master shaking a finger back and forth at all of them as the Doctor became visible to their senses when he took his perception filter off.

"Hello," said the Doctor with a falsely bright voice and a small wave that made everyone in the TARDIS wince slightly and exchange a glance with each other. That didn't sound friendly at all.

"Who are you?" asked Voldemort.

"Oh, you'll ask his name but not mine?" asked the Master with a slight pout. "That's another reason. Know who you're talking to. We knew who you were immediately."

The Doctor nodded his head in agreement leaning against the door frame of his TARDIS, another warning sign and even the Master was slightly worried now. The Doctor was never this nonchalant when someone he loved, ugh did the Master hate that word (he didn't love the brat, he barely tolerated him in case anyone reading his mind was wondering though he doubted it but it was nice to make affirmations to himself now and again), was hurt because of someone and that someone was standing only feet in front of him. There was probably going to be an explosion. Explosions happened when the Doctor appeared nonchalant like this.

"But you're Muggles," said Voldemort, obviously ignoring the fact that the Doctor suddenly appeared.

"That's another reason," said the Doctor. "You assume too much Tom – you mind if I call you Tom? No? Good. It's not good to assume too much because one day, like now, you'll assume the wrong thing."

Voldemort clenched his jaw together. He hated that name.

"That right there is another. You just gave us a weakness and we will exploit it for the rest of time," said the Master, grinning.

"To the end of the universe," said the Doctor.

"No, not there. We've been there already," said the Master as if the Doctor had made an error in calculations.

"I know. I'm just using it as an expression," said the Doctor and he looked at the Master like he just dribbled down his front, shame that look never worked on the Master though because the Master just glared.

"Don't be rude with me," said the Master, still glaring at the Doctor.

"I'm rude and not ginger. How many times do I have to say it?" said the Doctor, also glaring at the Master now.

Voldemort coughed to get their attention and said, "You were saying?" He had his wand pointed at them along with the Death Eaters, he didn't want to damage the apparent Muggle property behind them yet, it could have special properties that he hadn't considered. He would have to exam it more carefully once he got all the information he needed and killed these fools.

The Doctor and the Master exchanged a look and they were hard-pressed not to laugh outright at the twigs pointed at them though the Master did let a few chuckles slip past him which caused Voldemort to glare at him.

"The next reason why you're a horrible villain and, it's a pretty big one, is you lost your hostage," said the Doctor, completely ignoring the wand pointed at him and his nemesis who helped him raise his son, completely ignoring the fact that Harry was his son too.

"What?" said Voldemort in confusion, not understanding what they were saying.

"Not only that, but you took one that didn't belong to you which caused me to become part of the rescue!" said the Master.

"Time and place," said the Doctor with a look at the Master.

"Right. You took a hostage that didn't belong to you and then you proceeded to lose said hostage. Ringing any bells?" said the Master.

Voldemort was still confused before it made sense and then he said softly, not bothering to look as he knew what he would find or wouldn't find as the case was, "Potter."

Harry tensed in Jack's arms at that and Jack and Rose both gave his arms a comforting squeeze, moving closer to his sides.

The Death Eaters looked around in horror when they discovered that he really was gone. They were going to be in so much trouble when these two fools died.

"He prefers Harry," said the Master simply.

Harry rolled his eyes at that, still tense, while Jack and Rose shook their heads in slight disbelief though they really shouldn't anymore.

"He also prefers not to be kidnapped," said the Doctor with a pointed look at both Voldemort and the Master.

The Master looked unapologetic, he can't technically kidnap a son who was willing to go with him, and Voldemort looks like he can't quite believe this is happening to him, months of planning – gone!

After a moment of quick thinking, Voldemort backtracked and said, "What do you mean 'didn't belong to you which caused me to became part of the rescue?'"

"It's simple. Harry is my hostage and I'm a proper villain. Plus, he's my son," said the Master, simply. That was strange to say out loud. Most people already know who he is and he never had to admit to that last part, himself, before to anyone. Well, it's not like any of these baboons with sticks and masks are going to tell anyone anything.

Before Voldemort could say anything another nameless Death Eater said, sounding confused, "Potter is related to a villain?"

"There's a lot of that going around today," whispered the Master to the Doctor who just grimaced before they stared at the nameless Death Eater who spoke like he dribbled down his shirt, there was a lot of that happening tonight as well, and Voldemort glared at him. Needless to say he didn't say anything more that night.

"You're a proper villain?" asked Voldemort, sounding skeptical, looking him up and down and focusing on what he thought was the most important part of that little speech as clearly the man was delusional if he thought he was villain, let alone Potter's father. He didn't even dress properly so how could he even do the villain name justice?

"I know where my hostage is at all times, don't I? And let me tell you, if I don't like to see my son bleeding and shaking when I didn't cause it – and doesn't that sound wrong on all sorts of levels? – imagine how his other dad feels," said the Master and also pondering what he just said.

"His father is dead and he has only had the one," said Voldemort softly, angrily, though his eyes did cut over to the man still leaning deceptively causally against the box.

The Doctor grinned and waved when he saw the look as he was watching for it. Then he said, "His biological father yes. But blood doesn't just make someone someone's father."

"That sounded better in your head, didn't it?" asked the Master looking at him.

"It might have," admitted the Doctor though the more he thought about it, it sounded just fine. The Master was just trying to get him to over-think something simple.

An idiot Death Eater said, "Well, who is his other father if you're his supposed enemy?"

The Master laughed. "I'm not his enemy exactly but thanks for the laugh, you funny little human." He turned to the Doctor and said, "I can see why you like them so much. They're good for a laugh."

The Doctor rolled his eyes at the Master, ignoring what he said for the moment, and addressed the Death Eaters and Voldemort and said, "I'm Harry's other dad."

Voldemort repeated, ignoring the confirmation of what he thought as he didn't want to believe it just yet, "Funny little human."

"Yes," answered the Doctor and the Master at once and together.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Voldemort.

"Well, what did it sound like?" asked the Doctor, curiously. The Master looked curious as well. They had always wanted to do this to someone when they were younger and still friends at the Time Lord Academy.

"What?" asked Voldemort.

"It sounded like 'What?'" said the Master, barely restraining a manic grin. Harry, Jack and Rose inside the TARDIS could barely keep their chuckles to themselves. The Doctor and the Master certainly were amusing when they chose to work together. They can only imagine how they were like at The Academy when they were friends but as amusing as listening to them winding Voldemort up, Harry did wish they would hurry up. He wanted to sleep and stop hurting though Time Lords were an arrogant bunch, so he was told, and they can't help themselves.

Voldemort, not amused and reaching the end of his tether, sent a killing curse at one of his followers. He couldn't risk trying to kill the fools until he knew more about them and where Potter went since they were his fathers, he believed it now as they were just as annoying as Potter was, and probably had something to do with it.

"You also don't kill your own followers when you have a limited number," said the Master shaking his head in disappointment. The Doctor nodded though his eyes darkened. He disliked needless killings.

"Shut up," said Voldemort and to his surprise, they both did, not saying another word for the moment. "Now that I've got your attention, I want you to answer my questions without giving me any funny answers. Agreed?"

"I like this body," said the Doctor.

"Me too," said the Master.

Voldemort's temper started to rise but before he could say anything or do anything, the Master continued, "That's our way of agreeing. If you knew our," he paused for a moment looking for a word before continuing, "species," and he said that word with disgust, the humans needed a better word for it and he said so, "for a lack of a better word, it's so primitive, then you would know that."

"Species?" echoed Voldemort back.

"I feel like I'm talking in a giant cave and my voice is echoing back at me. Yes! Species, if you would like to call it that. Like I said, you humans are primitive," said the Master bored, looking at his fingernails.

"What do you mean species?" demanded Voldemort, still pointing his wand at them and both of them didn't look threatened at all. It was as if he was pointing nothing more threatening than a quill at them.

"Your not ready to know yet," said the Doctor, crossing his arm across his chest, still leaning against the box.

"Why are we not ready to know yet?" asked Voldemort.

There was silence from both of them for a minute before the Doctor turned to the Master and said, "I'm sorry. Why are we answering questions again? We only came to get Harry."

Before the Master could answer Voldemort cut him off and said, angrily, "You will answer me as I am superior to you both, you filthy Muggles and I will be –"

"WRONG!" yelled the Doctor cutting Voldemort off, letting his anger shine through, no longer leaning against the TARDIS, arms uncrossing.

All the Death Eaters and even Voldemort took an involuntary step backwards, involuntary lowering their wands as well as the extent of the Doctor's true anger finally showed itself. The Master leaned against the side of the TARDIS to watch everything unfold. Stupid humans. Always demanding an answer be given to them, claiming to be superior. The Master scoffed. How predictable.

"We don't owe you anything! In fact, I would go so far as to say you owe us an explanation!" the Doctor continued to say, talking in what the Master called his 'angry voice.'

Voldemort, having stood up to Dumbledore and not thinking this man was any match for him, despite his impressive angry look, said with a sneer, "Why would you think that?"

"You humans," he said it like a curse word, "Always thinking that you are the most important beings in the world or universe and deserve an explanation about everything, magical or otherwise," said the Doctor and then he continued with his speech which started to get violent towards the end.

Inside the TARDIS, a couple of minutes into the Doctor's speech at Voldemort and his Death Eaters, Harry turned to Jack and Rose and said, "Someone needs to stop him before he does something he regrets. Before he goes too far."

"I was just thinking the same thing," said Jack. "Rose, you got him?"

"I got him," said Rose nodding her head and bracing herself to help hold Harry up.

"Right, I'll get him and let the Master deal with that chucklehead out there," said Jack as he released Harry and stepped out from underneath him, Rose grunted a little under Harry's weight but didn't waver. Jack took a deep breath before he went outside to stop an idiot before he made a mistake that he would regret later, even if he would enjoy it now because Jack knew he definitely would.

"And I'll tell you what else," continued the Doctor who was going full stem ahead now and the Master was just staring at him, enjoying everything that the Doctor was yelling at Voldemort, it was enjoyable to see this side of the Doctor. Voldemort was watching him passively, however, while the Death Eaters looked frightened, excluding the very few who were watching just as passively as Voldemort, that everything the Doctor was yelling at them, he would make come true.

"I'm going to bl-" and the Doctor was cut off from finishing that sentence as Jack was suddenly in front of him and everyone could see him. Voldemort wondered where this Muggle had come from as well though he was starting to doubt that they were truly Muggles. The Death Eaters were wondering who the hell this man was and if he was the man who would actually implement everything the man was shouting at them as it was implied by the man shouting that he wouldn't actually be doing the damage.

Jack had his arms out to physically stop the Doctor from advancing forward and he was saying something.

"What?" he practically snapped out at him.

"I said you need to get to Harry. He needs you," said Jack. "You need to leave this alone now and go to Harry."

"We got here right before this ape was about to kill Harry! He'll try again! I need to stop him before he tries again!" snarled the Doctor, reverting back to how his ninth self used to talk about humans.

"Ape?" questioned Voldemort, insulted. He was now more intrigued by this family of Potter's and he decided that he didn't want to kill them yet, despite the insult. He kept his wand lowered. He was going to have to find out more about them some other way. This much was obvious.

Jack looked at him with a withering look and said, scathingly, "Yes, ape." He turned back to the Doctor, ignoring Voldemort who was angry now but still intrigued enough not to kill them yet, and said, "So you're going to kill him?"

"Yes!" said the Doctor angrily and he made to shove Jack away when the Master finally joined the conversation.

"You can't," said the Master and he sounded disappointed.

The Doctor looked at him as betrayal, hatred, sadness and too many other emotions crossed his face. There was only one reason the Master, someone who always fights to kill someone, would say the Doctor couldn't kill someone and the Doctor refused to believe it.

"You mean –" said the Doctor.

"Yes," said the Master, grumpily, glaring at Voldemort as if it were all his fault.

"And there is –" said the Doctor, also glaring at Voldemort.

"No," said the Master, shaking his head.

"You finish up here," said the Doctor to the Master after a few seconds of silence. He walked back into the TARDIS with Jack following him to take care of Harry.

As everyone watched the Doctor and Jack walk into the TARDIS, no one tried to stop him after all the threats and promises he made during his speech, obviously you don't try to kill this man's son, not follow through with it and then let him rescue his son, and Voldemort already decided to let them go for now until he learned more about their species, whatever that meant.

The Master said in the silence that followed the Doctor's and Jack departure, "You try to kidnap Harry again like this and I will make everything he promised you seem like a cakewalk."

Voldemort looked skeptical that either one of them could do anything.

"You doubt us?" said the Master with a raised eyebrow and a grin. "Well, I guess the only way to know for sure would be to try to kidnap Harry again and find out what happens. If you get that far." He then backed into the TARDIS and shut the door. A couple of seconds later, the box disappeared.

After a moment of silence, Voldemort looked at Lucius Malfoy and said, "Find out for me everything you can about Potter's current family and his whereabouts. And I want their names!"

Lucius bowed and said, "Yes, my Lord."

Voldemort looked at the spot where the TARDIS, though he didn't know it was called that, had been with a speculative look on his face before he said, still looking at the spot, "Dismissed. I will call you when I need you later tonight. I have much to think about now."

The Death Eaters all left, including Wormtail, relieved that they weren't punished for letting Potter get rescued in the first place, while Voldemort stayed in the graveyard and ran magical diagnostics on the spot where the foolish men were standing and their box. His tests were inconclusive and he demolished his father's headstone in his anger. After he got his decorum back, he left with Nagini to continue his meeting and to punish certain Death Eaters for letting Potter get rescued in the first place, those wards were suppose to be impenetrable. The body of the Death Eater he killed had already been eaten by Nagini so his snake was fed and he didn't have to worry about her leaving his side during the meeting, leaving her free to scare his Death Eaters into submission.

Meanwhile after the Master set the TARDIS into flight into the Vortex after he came back inside, the Doctor was tending to Harry in the med bay and asking him some questions about what happened after he took the Cup and Jack and Rose were standing by the Master, silently, waiting for them to come back into the control room.

A few minutes later, the Doctor came out of the med bay carrying Harry and set him on the pilot seat, everyone moving out his way and trying to help at the same time. Jack and Rose backed off a little as the Doctor and Master surrounded him to make him comfortable.

"I just want to sleep but I don't want to dream," said Harry, miserably, his tremors finally gone along with most of his pain thanks to the Doctor and the TARDIS making sure he got the right medicine.

"Dreaming is a natural process," said the Master, having once been told that by someone but he exchanged a look with his once best friend and they nodded at each other. For the short ride it would take them to get where they were going, sleeping without dreams would be fine.

"I can block your memories from coming out in your dreams," said the Doctor, holding up his hands to Harry's temples without touching them until he had permission.

Harry nodded his head at once but the Doctor continued, "But it will only be until we get where we are going. I won't make this a permanent thing. Understand?"

Harry nodded his head again and said, "Yes."

The Doctor nodded his head as well and touched his temples, getting to work while the Master, who decided to leave this up to the Doctor, walked back over to where Rose and Jack were standing.

"Voldemort just doesn't do the villain name justice," said the Master shaking his head in disgust after a moment of silence while the Doctor worked.

"Did you actually want him to be better?" asked Jack, somewhat incredulously and with a morbid curiosity at the Master's actual answer.

"It would have been nice to have a little competition," said the Master with a shrug.

"You're insane," said Rose, shaking her head, Jack doing the same.

"It's been said," said the Master, nodding his head in agreement and grinning at her.

The Doctor looked over at them all after making sure Harry was comfortable in the pilot seat and resting after he was done going into his mind and said, "Didn't do the villain name justice? I would prefer, if you don't mind, that the next villain who kidnaps my child, doesn't injure him!"

"I've never injured him," said the Master with a pout. "Does that mean I can kidnap him whenever I want?"

The Doctor just looked at him.

"Those times weren't my fault!" said the Master and he even stamped his foot on the grate.

"So you keep saying," said the Doctor with much doubt in his voice.

"So where are we going now?" asked Rose after a moment of silence as the Master pouted and Harry continued to rest.

"There's no choice for it," said the Doctor after another moment. "We're going to have to go back."

Jack and Rose exchanged a look, they would have thought that the Doctor would want to go as far away as possible with Harry. The Master, however, just nodded his head at what the Doctor continued to explain to him in his mind and set the coordinates and the TARDIS was off, both the Doctor and Master flying to keep it some what steadier than usual, to it's next destination, landing gently as they arrived.