Everything was normal at the Gryffindor table that breakfast, not even the Slytherin sitting surrounded by red and gold was a strange affair. As Sherlock Holmes more often than not, ate with the Gryffindors instead of his own house, and had been doing so for years.

Role Reversal. Morgana is the Once and Future Queen who will unite all of Albion. Arthur is her bane. "Without you Morgana will never succeed. With you, there will be no Albion."

Sherlock Holmes was sorted into Slytherin house barely moments after the hat touched his head. It had debated for the briefest of seconds of putting the intelligent boy into Ravenclaw but settled on Slytherin. The younger Holmes took the hat off of his head, caught his brother's eye, smirked and strolled over to the Slytherin table.

He frowned at the sight of a figure on the beach, a pink and yellow someone was walking along the sand. "What are you doing in Norway Rose Tyler?" he asked himself.

The Face of Boe goes to platform one to see the end of the earth, imagine his delight at seeing two old friends. Friends he had met long ago, who had not yet met him.

Three placemats. It had always been three. For either the Doctor or River, thought neither had turned up in many years. Almost forty years to be exact.

There are two traitors among Voldemort. Peter Pettigrew and Severus Snape. The former the reason Lily is dead. And Severus Snape must act as if that thought pleases him.

Each on their first night at Hogwarts, Harry's three children visit the headmaster's office to visit the portraits. Two in particular.

After the fateful Mudblood incident, Lily is sitting outside when Severus Snape walks out. A chance to repair the mistake that was made?