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So now, as to the promised epilogue...

Back a couple of weeks ago, when I was writing the parts where the Doctor still appeared to be a child, I had the strange idea that it might have been that particular experience that had resulted in Eleven being so very child- and family-friendly.
So, err, why am I mentioning that? Well, for obvious reasons, this epilogue stars him as well as Ten. So, have fun :)

Epilogue - Moments

Somewhere, anywhere

"Doctor, I just tripped over a broomstick. In the library."

Blinking, the Doctor looked up from the book he had been reading to find his latest travelling companion stomping in his direction with a broom in her hand. "Well then, better watch out for broomsticks next time," he told her wisely.

"But what's it doing in the library?" she asked in bewilderment and glared at the object in question, "And what is it really? It's got strange hooks and I doubt it sweeps anything at all."

"It's not just a broomstick," he explained offhandedly, "It's a flying broomstick – a Shooting Star, to be more exact."

Her incredulous stare travelled from the broomstick to the Doctor. "Are you kidding me?" she asked, "Next you'll tell me that magic exists and the sonic screwdriver is actually a wand."

He looked at her with a frown. "Of course that's not true," he replied seriously, "the sonic is so much better than magic."

When Amy rolled her eyes, he added thoughtfully, "You were close, though. I actually keep a wand next to the sonic in my pocket, just in case." Rummaging a bit, he produced it at last. Admittedly, it was Alastor Moody's wand rather than his own, but it had served him well enough.

"Avis!"

A flock of birds flying out of the tip of the wand left Amy speechless and the Doctor reminiscent. Much time had passed since he had last resorted to using magic even though, at one point in time, he had utilized it on a daily basis.

Back then, walking the slow path had been a hard lesson to learn, but eventually, many precious moments prevailed in his memory.

1974

"I dropped my screwdriver!"

Arching an eyebrow rather lazily, Severus did not seem to see the problem. "Well, pick it up," he suggested with a shrug and resumed reading. Lily, however, did not approve of his attitude. "Severus, he's your friend, isn't he?" she chided and held out her hand to the Doctor, "I'm Lily Evans, by the way."

He was taken aback for a moment, but the time lord recovered quickly enough to shake her hand. "Hello," he introduced himself rather awkwardly, still not used to the new name, "I'm Barty Crouch Junior."

He had stormed into the library because he knew he would find Severus there, but he had not expected the secluded teen to have company – a pretty Gryffindor girl, no less.

"So where did you drop your screwdriver?" Lily asked kindly.

Suddenly reminded of his latest misery, the Doctor blinked again. "On the roof," he admitted sheepishly, "The stellar constellations above Hogwarts don't look the way they're supposed to, so I wanted to check in which way the sky is bewitched." He scratched his chin. "One of the local crows apparently wondered, too, so it snatched the screwdriver from my hand." With a frown at his wand, he added, "Accio won't work, probably because said crow is kind of clingy."

This time, it was Lily who was taken aback. Just like anybody else, she had apparently not expected the Doctor to ramble that openly. "Why do you need a screwdriver for something like that?" she asked at last.

He frowned. "Well, it's sonic," he explained with a shrug, "it can…scan things and I don't really know how to get those readings with a wand…yet." Lily's expression grew only more confused. Either she had not heard of a sonic screwdriver yet, or she was perplexed by his open fondness of technology, especially since he had gotten himself sorted into Slytherin somehow.

In that moment, Severus decided to participate in the conversation again. "The crow will let go of it eventually," he commented quietly, "just wait a bit and try summoning it again."

The Doctor crossed his arms. "Really?" he asked and tilted his head, "I mean, magic can do so much. There's seriously no other way?"

As Severus sighed in exasperation, Lily suddenly grinned. "Have you ever ridden a broom, Barty?"

1978

When the applause died away and the audience started filing out of the performance hall, Cornelia still did not move. The Doctor sent her a worried glance.

"Isn't it strange how, out of all possible genres, drama gets to you so much more intensely?" she pondered with a light sniff.

His expression softened as he offered her a handkerchief. "It's such a pleasantly humane feeling, though, isn't it?" he replied wistfully and looked back at the stage. It was mostly hidden by a red curtain again, but mere minutes ago, a wonderful staging of 'La traviata' had come to its tragic conclusion there.

With a slight nod, Cornelia stirred at last. "Pleasantly humane, you say," she repeated slowly and got up from her seat, "I still feel bad for enjoying such awfully sad stories."

"Shouldn't we all?" he chuckled lightly. "Much like Shakespeare or Schiller, Verdi really knew how to address the audience by their emotions," he mused as he followed her towards the exit where Bartemius as well as Mr. and Mrs. Fudge were already waiting for them, "grand art becomes so much more meaningful if you can convince the masses to actually think about it."

"Well then, what do you think about it?" Bartemius took over the conversation in a rather pleasant voice. It was not obvious to anybody who had not known him for long, but the opera had managed touching him, too.

"It is of course a classic," Fudge answered in a quipped voice, "yet I still prefer Wagner's mythological storytelling."

"However, Verdi is more honest," Bartemius countered smoothly, "To me it seems favourable to communicate a clear message rather than a flexible one."

"But they both achieved a lot in their respective fields," the Doctor intercepted with a frown, "really, comparing Verdi and Wagner is about as fair as likening an apple to a pear."

Suddenly, Cornelia snickered next to him. "I've been considering baking a pear cake for your birthday, son," she announced happily, "I'm glad you've finally grown out of your distaste for them."

The Doctor's eyes widened. "Oy! Stop using my own arguments against me!"

1981

"I just left a very large stack of books for you," the Doctor announced good-naturedly as he approached his friend, "it'll get jealous if you keep summoning me randomly like that."

"Let it be jealous, then," the Dark Lord replied with an arched eyebrow, "I'm sure it will take your absence better than I would."

The Doctor laughed and flung himself onto the couch in his friend's study. "So, what is it?" he asked, "and what have you been up to, anyway?"

"There has been no further progress on the search for proper magic that would be worth mentioning," the Dark Lord reported as he rested his chin on his palm, "again."

The Doctor frowned. "I'm working on it," he replied slowly, "but research takes time."

The wizard met his eyes. "I did not mean to reproach you," he clarified carefully, "I am merely asking for a bit of your time."

The Doctor allowed himself to resume smiling. "Do you want me to tell you about the stars again?" he asked softly.

The Dark Lord nodded, but the Doctor did not bother coming up with a suitable anecdote this time. Instead, he got up again. "You know, in a wider sense of the word, we're both wizards," he announced, "I might not have my time machine, but we can still apparate anywhere in the whole universe." With that, he grabbed his friend's hand and grinned, "Let's skip the stories and travel for real this time!"

They lost one of the Doctor's shoes in a volcano, they got themselves trapped within an ancient tomb for two days and they accidentally got banned from the planet of Barcelona.

It had been so worth it.

1994*

The Yule Ball was coming to an end. While he had enjoyed the atmosphere, the Doctor rather regretted not being able to actually join the crowd as he was still bound to the appearance of Alastor Moody, and, as such, rather immobile.

"Would you like to dance?"

His gaze snapped from the students to the wide eyes of Sybill Trelawney, and he blinked. "I have a wooden leg," he replied more harshly than intended.

Her smile faltered. "That's really a shame," she stuttered and lowered her gaze, "You used to be such a good dancer."

Even though he did not mean to scare her off, his frown deepened. Only Severus, Dumbledore and McGonagall were supposed to know about his true identity, and yet he highly doubted Sybill had even met the real Alastor Moody before he had lost a leg.

"I was relieved to see you alive," she mumbled quietly, and that made him blink yet again. So she had found out. But considering her psychic abilities, he really should not be that surprised. "I'm not dangerous," he clarified carefully.

"No, you never were," she agreed with a slow nod and a sad expression, "but my words were too quiet to be listened to."

That unexpected revelation actually made him smile. "So were mine," he replied quietly and stood up at last, testing his wooden leg carefully. "You know, we might as well give this a try," he announced and offered her his hand, "This is already the last song, anyway."

1995*

"How long has it been since we've last done this?" the Doctor asked conversationally as he placed two pints of butterbeer on the table, "fifteen years?"

"Sixteen," Severus corrected him, accepting the beverage with a curt nod.

The Doctor accepted the information with a low hum. "It doesn't feel like that much at all," he commented and eased himself into a more comfortable position.

"As of late, ingredients are mysteriously vanishing from my personal supplies," Severus remarked after a while and arched an eyebrow at the Doctor, "You don't happen to know where they went, do you?"

It sounded rather harsh in Moody's voice, and yet the time lord could not help laughing. "You can't accuse me of stealing them, per se, you know," he replied good-naturedly, "I told you I would raid the supply chamber every once in a while, and Dumbledore actually permitted it."

Severus smiled dryly. More accurately, they had agreed on the Doctor asking the potions master for supplies whenever he needed some, but both knew the time lord had not minded that particular arrangement out of nostalgia. Back during their days at Hogwarts, the Doctor had rarely ever taken the time to buy or even ask for ingredients whenever he had found out about a new potion worth trying out. More often than not, it had been Severus' personal storage that had suffered, but the wizard had never actually complained. Rather, he had learned a lot that way, for whenever one of them had found the other experimenting, they had ended up having quite a good time in working on it together.

Both lost in their own thoughts, they sipped on their drinks in companionable silence. Finally, Severus decided to voice a question that must have been on his mind for quite a while, "Back then, how did you survive?" His watchful gaze rested on the Doctor, but the currently very human time lord did not meet his eyes. Rather, Moody's magical eye alerted him of something else. "Luck and just a bit cleverness," he replied rather curtly, "but this is a story for another day." With a slight huff, he raised his voice, "Potter, Granger, Weasley, if you're already eavesdropping, why don't you join us?"

On cue, three embarrassed students emerged from their hiding spot around the corner. "We were just…getting warmed up! It's freezing outside!" Ronald explained hastily, but quickly shrunk away under his teachers' stare.

Severus heaved a sigh, but the Doctor moved over on the bench. "Well, have a seat," he all but commanded and grinned inwardly when the trio joined them and awkwardly began talking about the Triwizard Tournament. In all honesty, he had invited them simply to tease Severus. He had not expected them to actually comply, but he didn't mind the children's company either.

Anywhere, anywhen

Thinking back to those times, the Doctor found himself lost in nostalgia.

Back then, he had spent many a day in relative misery, and yet… "Those were good times," he admitted wistfully. He had met great people in Wizarding Britain and he had experienced something entirely new. In the end, he had stayed just long enough to accomplish what he had promised to do, even though not everything had gone according to plan.

"Apropos," he pondered as he turned on his heels, strolling back towards the console, "I should really check on an old friend." Ignoring Amy's surprised gasp, he pressed buttons, pulled levers, and suddenly halted. "…or not," he concluded, whirled around and leant casually against the console with a mysterious smile.

"What?" Amy replied incredulously as she stamped up to him, "I can get a glimpse of your past and suddenly you don't want to go anymore? You're not getting off the hook that easily, Doctor." She was giving him the look, but he dodged it by pacing away again.

"Sometimes, my dear Amelia, it's better not to know," he announced loftily, "It's like reading the last page of a book. Suddenly, it's over, and there is nothing you can do about it." The redhead watched him with a frown, so he added, "Awful feeling, really."

Amy scoffed. "I'm sure your friend doesn't mind you saying hello," she commented quietly, "I sure wouldn't."

Halting in his step, the Doctor looked at her for a long moment. "Yes," he agreed with a nod, "maybe another day." Throwing his hands in the air, he added, "There's so much more to explore before that!" Both of them knew he was running again. No matter what had happened to the wizarding world after his departure, once he actually went to find out, it would be set in stone. And, well, when merely observing it would either kill the cat or let it live, he would rather not take a look at all.

"As we're already at it," he mused and grinned again, "why don't we meet up with Schrödinger and Einstein?" Once more, he began fiddling with the console, rambling, "They had some really inspiring conversations in the early twentieth century!"

With a long sigh, Amy gave in at last, "Whatever you say, Doctor."

The Tardis landed, and the Doctor bounced. "Well then," he declared happily, "Come along, Pond."

Gödel's Incompleteness - The End

Notes: Hmmm, pears. Now I want to eat pears. In Barcelona.

Anyways, I've got some good and some bad news for you (and I'll let you decide which is which) Firstly, this story is finally over and secondly, I don't think I can leave it at that.

I never really expected this fanfiction to grow much longer than maybe a thousand words (because most plot bunnies meet that fate), and so I left out a lot of potential filler episodes because I feared my writing enthusiasm would die once I blurred the storyline too much. So now, I ended up putting some of that filler material in the epilogue, but there's another thing I'm not entirely happy about.

I never really wanted the Doctor to teach undercover. I still had him do it because branching off there would have meant sacrificing plot and atmosphere for, err, the greater good. Rehabilitating him, just as Dumbledore had initially suggested, would have taken this story into the realm of relative absurdity and fan fiction clichés, at least to a certain degree.

But you know what? I like that realm, too.

So because I still can't let go of this universe (and I really love the relationship between the Doctor and the Dark Lord), I'm actually working on an alternate end which can also count as a sequel (but will official be neither because that would be too good to be true). There's still so much potential for happier episodes that want to be written down. Within the Whoniverse, that continuation would be entirely possible, but it would be a horrible decision by means of storytelling.

Let me know if you still want to see that additional part in spite of it somewhat clashing with the flow of the story, so I might put it up as noncanonical bonus material in case my muse allows me to finish it.

In any case, we're done with the actual story. And to be honest, I'm really proud of you for putting up with it. If anybody can keep up with time travel and separately told story lines, it's Whovians :D (that actually applies to the drama part, as well - I might not have dared writing this if the Master episodes hadn't been so emotionally disturbing anyway)

So thanks a lot for accompanying me on this exciting journey! I'm glad I could share this with you, and, as always, I'll be more than happy about feedback.

And apropos, since I finally remembered my password thanks to uploading this, I might actually leave signed reviews rather than anonymous ones from now on, so: See you again within the wonderful world of HP-DW-crossovers! x3 (additional words here because of word count neurosis)

Love, Linnya