A/N: This is completely written, I just need to edit parts of it. It comes out around 10,000 words, and is episode-length. It takes place, for Harry, after the raid on the Ministry in what should have been 7th year, when Hermione tries to Apparate them away from Grimmauld Place. For the Doctor, this is in the second series, after The Idiot's Lantern but before Army of Ghosts.

Sonic Screwdriver setting 42 - NOT MINE. The Doctor isn't, as much as I would like him to be, and neither are any of the other characters in here.

"Right, so where're we off to now?" The Doctor grinned at her as if trying to forget the events of the past few days.

Rose shrugged. "I – I dunno."

The Doctor scoffed. "You must have somewhere – anywhere – that you've always, always wanted to go to." He twisted his lips. "Queen Victoria's coronation, that was a nice one, we could go see that, or – or the Roman conquest of Britain, or V-E day, that was wonderful, seeing all those people jumping about having a great big party, or – or, I don't know what, why don't you think of something!"

Rose blinked at him. "Ah – I wanted to go to Princess Diana's funeral when I was a kid; Mum wouldn't take us because we didn't have the money, but I watched it on the telly."

"Excellent," the Doctor shouted. "So – what's that – ah, June 6th, 1997, innit? Central London, not too hard to hit." He began dancing around the console, pushing buttons and pulling levers. "Off we go!"

Harry saw Yaxley's head turn, saw an inkling of the truth dawn on that brutish face.

"Come on!" Harry shouted at Hermione; he seized her hand and they jumped into the fireplace together as Yaxley's curse sailed over Harry's head. They spun for a few seconds before shooting up out of a toilet into a cubicle. Harry flung open the door; Ron was standing there beside the sinks, still wrestling with Mrs Cattermole.

"Reg, I don't understand –"

"Let go, I'm not your husband, you've got to go home!"

There was a noise in the cubicle behind them; Harry looked around; Yaxley had just appeared.

"LET'S GO!" Harry yelled. He seized Hermione by the hand and Ron by the arm and turned on the spot.

Darkness engulfed them, along with the sensation of compressing bands, but something was wrong. … Hermione's hand seemed to be sliding out of his grip. …

He wondered whether he was going to suffocate; he could not breathe or see and the only solid things in the world were Ron's arm and Hermione's fingers, which were slowly slipping away. …

And then he saw the door of number twelve, Grimmauld Place, with its serpent door knocker, but before he could draw breath, there was a scream and a flash of purple light; Hermione's hand was suddenly vicelike upon his and everything went dark again.

~ ...Doctor Who Credits Roll, Accompanied by Cool Theme Music... ~