Title: Of Goblets and Masks

Rating: PG13

Summery: Regeneration was one thing Rose was trying to adjust to, but now she has an entire new world to adjust to! A few weeks after the regeneration, on the way to Barcelona, the TARDIS malfunctions and separates the Tenth Doctor and Rose in a world full of wizards, witches, magic, and fantasy.

Story Notes: A Harry Potter: GOF and Doctor Who crossover. This has many spoilers for the book, so if you haven't ready GOF or know the plot I suggest not reading.

I. The World of Wizardry

She's seen many things over her time with the Doctor and his flying blue box. Aliens of all sorts, the advancement and fall of the human race (on several occasions), and of course how television programs would one day lead to the fall of the human race (which was just one of the mentioned several occasions). However out of all she had seen, there was one thing that nothing could have prepared her for: regeneration.

A normal Time Lord process he had reassured her after the event. It was a way his race could cheat death, by having their cells reform and rebuild. However it wasn't just his normal appearance that changed she noticed: he thought differently, defiantly more lively, not as depressed, and bounced between a Northern accent and a Scottish one. He had told her that is was also part of the process, that when a new version of a Time Lord regenerated that they would change to what seemed to fit the new them. However he seemed to be having a difficult time deciding if Scottish or his old Northern accent was best for him. Although lately she would see him chewing on something sweet: and always eating.

Rose stared up at the ceiling of the library. Her arms were dangling off the sides of the ladder that she lay on, disconnected to what was happening around her. Her book lay open on her stomach, entitled The Phantom of the Opera. She had started to read darker books as of late, dealing with mystery and sometimes murder, gothic horrors and tales of the Scotland Yard. She had even tried reading some of Edgar Allen Poe, but gave up when she attempted to sort through The Fall of the House of Usher. She had found her current read on a shelf and just started, but soon her mind began to wander to opera houses and masked villains, hiding their true appearance from the one they cared about.

Well that was ironic.

Yet her daydreams were interrupted by another rumble from the old Time Ship she had called home. Rose sat up slowly, pulling the opened book off her stomach as she looked around. The TARDIS rumbled again slightly, the lights flickering. She placed the book back on the shelf and slid down the ladder, heading out to the console room. She remembered that today he was going to finally take her to Barcelona. She recalled that he originally postponed the trip due the regeneration illness and also how she had to adapt to him. That meant a few weeks stuffed up inside the Time Ship just flying around through time and space.

But she watched as he walked around the console: a frown on his face, his eyebrows drawn together in a frown. Rose also noted the sucker that he had in his mouth. He paused, flipped a switch and pushed a button, then continued to walk around the circular console without even noting her there. Rose's eyes dipped down to look him over, seeing he still wore the black pants and leather jacket. With the illness he hadn't had time to find himself new apparel, but now that Rose thought about it maybe he wore it still for her.

"What's wrong with the TARDIS?" she said finally.

The Doctor was startled, his head bolted up with wide eyes. He saw that it was only her and his gaping mouth turned into a maniacal grin he had. It was nothing like his previous selves smile; it had its own charm and tint of madness. "Afternoon, Rose!" he greeted her but her eyebrows raised. Ah right, the question. He snapped his fingers as he remembered and looked down at the console. "Just a bit of trouble, nothing to serious." That time it was a Scottish accent.

"It's rumbling." Rose spoke up stubbornly. "The TARDIS never rumbles unless there is trouble."

"And what would you know about rumbling time ships?" he scoffed. "Just because she rumbles doesn't mean she's broken." He gestured to the ship all around them. "The TARDIS has to adjust to the new me as well, Rose. She makes adjustments within herself to help me." His hands dropped to his side as he looked at her. "You don't believe me." He concluded.

"Your right," Rose walked up the ramp into the center of the room, a smile finding her way on her lips. "How could I believe an old daft man like you?" The Doctor found her humor and smiled as well, stuffing his hands in his pant pockets. She chewed on her bottom lip, a tendency she had when she was nervous and looked down at the gleaming lights on the console panel. "Still on for Barcelona then?"

"Of course!" he paused, swishing the sucker to the other side of his mouth. "Unless, of course, you want to go somewhere else." He said slowly.

Rose looked at him, her mouth open slightly. The same feeling of surprise filled her when he had taken her to the end of the world. They stood there, he was waiting for her reply, and she was trying to understand him. He, the tenth him, always wanted to please her….or at least so far anyways. Maybe it was a way of showing respect or he was trying to make it more comfortable for her so she wouldn't leave. In a moment, she spoke:

"Barcelona." She said slowly as she tried to gather her thoughts. "I still want to see these noseless dogs of yours."

He smiled. "Barcelona!" he rubbed his hands together before bolting back to the other side of the console. A wheel to spin there, a button to press there, and a lever to pull. The TARDIS hummed and began her normal shaking. He looked up at her with a smile. Rose smiled back.

It was broken, the silence and moment of comfort. Within a second the TARDIS shook uncontrollably, going back and forth and side to side as if it were fighting an unknown force. The Doctor's right hand clutched onto the console as his left hand grabbed Rose's. Rose held onto the console and his hand, looking up at the green cylinder in the center of the console that uncontrollably went up and down.

"Why's it doing that?" Rose shouted over the roar and creaking of the ship.

"Not sure!" He shouted back. "Could be we hit some distortion in space! Happens every now in then, that does! We'll be safe, the TARDIS can handle it…" the TARDIS roared and made a screeching sound from the center of the console. Rose and the Doctor flinched, unable to cover each others ears. "…or at least, I think she should!"

"You think?" Rose shouted. "I thought you've done this thing before!"

"'Course I have!" His voice changed from Northern to Scottish again. "Only thing is, that last time the TARDIS didn't have to alter a physic link with me-hold on!" They both leaned forward as the ship rocked, their grip on each other and the TARDIS tightening.

And then it stopped.

The Doctor and his companion looked around, eyes wide as they tried to inspect everything in the room. Her eyes went to the ceiling, walls and floor while his eyes went straight to the center. It wasn't moving.

"We've stopped." He said slowly switching in his accents again. Rose looked at him. "And when I say stopped I mean we've stopped, we aren't moving in time at all. We are stagnant, either out of synch or no longer in traveling." His eyes went straight to the monitor to find a fuzzy screen awaiting him. He flipped some switches and hit a button, but the screen continued to be fuzzy. "Well this isn't good,"

"What was your first guess?" Rose said breathlessly as she looked around the ship. "The fact we stopped shaking or the fact that nothing is changed?"

"'Course nothing is changed," he rolled his eyes. "Stopping in time doesn't mean that anything changes. Just you may see repeats of the past, a bit of déjà vu if you will." He continued to try and get the screen functioning. "The TARDIS is absolutely still, no command or anything."

"Have you tried manual override?"

"Aye, not working."

"What in bloody hell could have done that?" Rose asked, looking at him as he continued to try. "Stop the TARDIS I mean."

"Distortions in time and space." He informed her as he moved around the console. "Some areas of space and time aren't meant to deal with. If the TARDIS was a newer model than it could get through those, but well seeing how I ran off with an older model in my rebel days." He moved the grating aside and hopped below to try and override the ship again. "Always been a bit of a rebel I suppose, got in trouble a few times as well. That was the third me."

"You got in trouble? With your superiors?" that was interesting.

"Oh yes," his head popped up from below and he gave her a maniacal grin. "See we aren't supposed to do what I do, going to places and interfering and all. They didn't like that. So I was exiled for a hundred years on Earth. Terrible really, couldn't go anywhere."

"Earth is really that bad?" she asked.

"Oh no, it's wonderful! Everything loves your little blue planet." The Doctor looked at her. "I'm a mobile, Rose Tyler. I don't stay in one place more than I need. And being stuck somewhere for one hundred years not being able to do anything but sit around and be like any normal block really isn't me, y'know?" he went back under the ship. It was then he realized that he had been chewing on the stick of the sucker the last four minutes, the candy devoured. That annoyed him.

"What's wrong with the TARDIS?" she asked.

"Afternoon…" he paused, stopping. He hadn't said that. The Doctor slowly peaked his head out of the floor, seeing Rose sitting beside the hole with her mouth wide open. He turned his head to see himself standing there, snapping his fingers.

"Oh boi." He muttered and returned back to his fixing. "It's started."

"What has? Why am I here and right there?" Rose asked, frightened.

"It's that TARDIS being stagnant." He spoke as he continued to meld wires together with the Sonic Screwdriver. "You see Rose; déjà vu is when you are reminded of past events. The TARDIS seems to be attempting to bring itself back to its state before we hit whatever it was. Repeats are going to be happening here and there." The controls he worked with sparked and he raised his hands as a small spark started. He waved it out and coughed, pulling himself from the hole.

"Well that won't work; we'll have to see how it turns out, yeh?" The Doctor looked to his side, not seeing Rose. He blinked and stood up, looking around. None of the doors were open; everything was perfectly still and silent. He turned again, walking around the console room to see if she was hiding behind a pillar in fright. There was a sudden whisper and a creak, the sound of wind. Wind? How would wind get inside a stagnant ship? The Doctor looked over his shoulder when a sudden shrill blasted his ears. His arms went to cover his face from the blaring wind and shrilling sound.

The shrilling sound soon faded into car horns and trains. A defiant improvement…but cars and trains?

It took a moment to register in the old Time Lord's mind, but within seconds he was up from the couch he was laying on and stumbling backwards knocking over tables and papers. His back soon found something sturdy. The Doctor quickly turned around and looked outside the foggy window. He noticed the rail ways, the cars below with all the bustling people. His eyes made their way to the skyline in search for some familiar landmark. Obviously Earth, but where and what time?

Then there was a large chime. A smile found its way on his face. London. The place was known but not the time, which for a Time Lord could be more trouble than it was worth.

He quickly set about looking around his small dark room for an answer. As trains passed the room would shake, some of the ceiling crumbling. He needed to know when he was, and how he had arrived in London. Last thing he remembered was being on the TARDIS with Rose….Rose, she'd disappeared as well. No doubt by means of how he was transported here, however that was. Once he talked his way out of his place here, than he could return to the TARDIS – which by all logical means be working again – and find Rose.

The Doctor stood up straight as the door to his room opened: A short fellow, white hair and slightly balding, entered with two others, a taller elder man with a large beard and an extravagant outfit on, and then the woman who was shorter than the elder man but was adorned in black robes and a tall black hat. He recognized the style of dress immediately, but he hadn't seen in any of them in many generations. His mind quickly attempted to flip back to what time he would approximately be in.

"Well then another you found?" the shorter fellow asked the elder man, gesturing to the Doctor. "Another muggle found at the World Qudditch Cup I suspect?"

Muggle and Qudditch. He knew exactly where he was now.

"Of course not," the elder man assured. "I would not have brought him here if he was, Fudge, place some more trust within me."

"Trust in you I have, but not him." The shorter scoffed and turned his attention to the Doctor who straightened up. "And what do you call yourself?"

"I…uhm…I'm the Doctor." He smiled and gave a small bow. "That's right. I'm the Doctor, hello and nice to meet you sir!"

"Doctor?" the shorter one looked him over. "A Doctor of what then? Theology? Science? Ligature? Medicine?"

"All of the above, really." He smiled again.

The shorter man went to speak before the taller elder placed his hand on his shoulder gently. "Now, now, Fudge." He spoke. "This is no way to treat such a brilliant man such as him. You may also know him as Professor Theta Sigma." The shorter man took a moment to look at the elder before back at the Doctor, a gape. "Ah yes, well he isn't truly a muggle nor a wizard like ourselves. His own race."

The Doctor smiled as the elder man walked to him. They shook hands, patting each other on the shoulder in an old friendly manner.

"Albus Dumbledore." The Doctor smiled, and his friend chuckled. "I suppose it's been a while, yeh? You don't look a day over one hundred."

"And you my good Doctor do not look a day over three thousand." Dumbledore joked, patting his back as he led him to the others. "May I be the first to kindly introduce you to the Ministry of Magic's Minister, Cornelius Oswald Fudge." The Doctor smiled and shook his hand. "And also, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts…as well as the Houseleader of Gryffindor and the teacher of Transfirgation."

"No," The Doctor's mouth gaped open for a moment. "Minerva? You're still very beautiful, and you have so many duties!"

The corners McGonagall's lips curved so very slightly. "Flattery did not get you anywhere before, Doctor, and it will not get you anywhere now. But I thank you for your compliments." The Doctor shrugged with a smile. "If you'd kindly follow Albus and I. Minister Fudge must return to his duties." The Minister nodded before heading out.

The two wizards led him down several hallways within the Ministry of Magic. It had been ages since he had been there, both by his time and theirs. However not much seemed to have changed, it was still dark and dank with crude people going on about their jobs. They reached a long hallway decorated with paintings that moved, turning their heads to look at those who walked down the hall. They whispered to one another about the companion with the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress, sharing their theories. Dumbledore placed a key within a door at the end of the hallway and opened it, allowing McGonagall and the Doctor in before closing it behind him.

"Well it is good to know some things haven't changed." The Doctor said to himself as he looked around the decorated room. He supposed that it was just a temporary room however.

"And yet many things have changed," Dumbledore noted, gesturing to the Doctor. The Time Lord looked down at himself and offered a smile. "I suppose your crazy stories of shape shifting in times of need were true, Doctor. And what number might you be on now?"

"Ten."

McGonagall sat in a large chair and folded her hands together in her lap. "And what about your companion?" the Doctor looked at her, wondering how she knew of Rose. "The woman with the dark brown hair, I believe she told me her name was Romana."

Romana. The Doctor's face fell and his posture suffered. The light left his eyes and his shoulders shagged, almost becoming as limp as a corpse. He closed his eyes for a moment and turned his head, gathering his courage before returning his gaze back to them.

"Romana's dead." His voice came out stronger than he thought. The two wizards were to say the least shocked, turning to each other in surprise. "She died in a war. My kind against another."

"I am sorry." McGonagall spoke, offering the Doctor a seat by the wave of her hand. "I did not mean to intrude and bring upon bad memories." The Doctor shook his head and took his seat. "But I do hope she is remembered amongst your people, she is remembered amongst several of the Order."

The Doctor said nothing more of the subject; however she had sparked his interest. "Ah, yes, the Order. How are the members of that anyways?" After all how was the Doctor supposed to know? He and Romana had been told to leave by the head wizards at the height of the war. As he spoke the atmosphere grew dark in the room. The Doctor had the feeling he said something he shouldn't have.

"The Order was disband years back, when Voldermort was destroyed." Dumbledore informed him. Well there was some good news. "However, not many of the members had good endings." And there was the not so good news.

"Lily and James were murdered." McGonagall informed him. The Doctor sat there aghast; Romana and Lily had been good friends. As for himself the Doctor tended to be friends with Dumbledore and McGonagall, the elders of the Order. "On Halloween of nineteen hundred and eighty one by Voldermort himself….however, their son did survive."

"Son? They had a son?"

"Ah yes, young Harry James Potter. A bright student, but he has his moments of trouble like his father." Dumbledore mused lightly. "But don't take our words for it; you'll be meeting him within a few weeks."

"Hold the phone, what?"

Dumbledore sat back in his chair. "You see, Doctor, Minerva and I have been able to convince the Ministry to let you be a representative at Hogwarts this year. A well respected man of the Order during the Dark Years; you will be needed in these times." The Doctor turned in his chair, raking his hand through his hair. "The Qudditch World Cup just ended just two days ago, Doctor, chaos ensued when a Death Eater place the Dark Mark into the sky." The Doctor's face fell at the news, his blood ran cold and a spark of anger flickered inside him. "The Ministry is having a very difficult time keeping things in order, and with the special advent at Hogwarts this year, they will need a representative there."

"Special event? What kind of special event?" the Doctor asked, leaning forward with his interests peaked.

Dumbledore chuckled. "You will just have to wait along with the students on this, my good friend." He held up his hand and stood. "However there is the matter of your blue box."

"My TARDIS? Where is she?"

"That we do not know." McGonagall informed. "That is due to the Ministry's incompetence when it comes to non wizardry items."

"Your ship was caught within a magical charm zone, Doctor." Dumbledore informed. The Doctor chewed on his bottom lip, raking his hand through his hair as he worked on the equations in his mind. "The charm zone's laws stop any non magical item without a license and disposes of it at random in the magical world. I am sure it is close by, it may even be at Hogwarts waiting for you. As I recall it was very remarkable and intelligent. Homely as well." He walked to them, offering them glasses for a toast.

The Doctor looked at them. "Tell me," McGonagall met his gaze and Dumbledore continued to poor. "When you found me, did you find anyone else? Well not just anyone else, a girl. A young girl, blond, about nineteen?"

McGonagall nodded to Dumbledore before turning her attention to the Doctor. "Doctor, when we found you, you were alone in the middle of London. There was no one else, save the few that gathered to look at the odd man laying in the street."