[Fic] Dennis and the Doctor
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kittydesadeTitle: Dennis and the Doctor 1/3
Fandom: Harry Potter, Doctor Who
Characters: Dennis, 10th Doctor. Or maybe 9th.
Word Count: 1,002
Rating: PG
Summary: Dennis's curiosity gets him into trouble. Again.
Comments: I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.
Dennis hadn't meant to pull the lever. He knew he shouldn't have; levers were a whole other thing from magic and while he might have felt more secure in pulling an unidentified lever had he gone to a more traditional school and learned physics and higher mathematics and things. He hadn't.
And so, levers. Which possessed a certain mystique still that required pulling.
The floor had opened up and he had enough time to think 'oh, of course, a trap door' before he went plummeting down into it, landing fortuitously on something soft and squishy. And wet. And cold.
Dennis decided very quickly that he didn't like squishy or wet or cold, and certainly not in this combination.
"Are you the squid?" he asked the squishy, wet, cold thing. It didn't seem likely, not since he was quite clearly still above the water. But he'd rather hoped it was the squid. If it had been the squid he might have been sent back out again, and then Hagrid would have discovered him and given him a blanket and something hot and tasty to drink.
The not-squid made no reply, except to heave itself in such a way that he was sent rolling and tumbling down what felt like a very steep slope.
"I don't think I much like this," he said to the not-squid. The last syllable of that sentence was drawn out as he fell.
Onto something a little harder. And solid-er. And it had corners and things. And it wasn't very wide, he discovered, when he rolled a bit and promptly fell off of it.
Onto something squishy, wet, and warm.
"Oi!" The squishy, wet, and warm thing said. It also smelled faintly of brine and boot polish. "What on earth, or any other planet for that matter, do you think you're doing?"
"I'm sorry," Dennis said quickly. "I didn't mean to fall on you. Only, I landed on something that was really too narrow to be landed on and I think too solid besides and my ankle might be broken. Do you know what that thing was?"
"What thing?" There were the unmistakable sounds of tinkering. "Oh, bugger."
"That thing that I landed on the first time. The wet and cold and squishy thing. Oh, and the lever," Dennis remembered. Because it had all started with the lever. "I thought I was in the bathroom, and I thought the Chamber of Secrets was the only secret thing in any of the bathrooms at Hogwarts, but I guess you never know about a place like Hogwarts. I wish Hermione was here," he added. "She knows everything about the school. And if she doesn't, she can find it out like that!"
"Really." The other voice didn't sound too impressed. "Ah! There we are."
There they were indeed, although Dennis still wasn't quite sure where 'there' was. But it was considerably better lit, now, some kind of light emanating from the top of what claimed to be a police box. He had no idea what a police box was, but it sounded reassuring. It might have been even more reassuring if it was up on some street where he thought police boxes probably belonged, instead of down here under Hogwarts with a thing.
"What's your name?" he asked the other man. And it was a man. A somewhat scruffy looking man in a suit that reminded him a bit of Remus Lupin. "I'm Dennis. Dennis Creevey. I go to school here, well, up there, but I suppose this is a part of Hogwarts too. Although it's not a very nice part. Why are all the not-very-nice parts down beneath in caverns?"
"I imagine most not-very-nice parts of most of everywhere are down beneath in caverns," the man said, closing up a compartment of the police box and looking at it with a peculiar mix of satisfaction and irritation. "Now if I could just figure out what was interfering with the teleportation circuits…"
"You can't Apparate on school grounds! Or off school grounds, but only if you're trying to Apparate onto school grounds. It's very old, very powerful magic."
"Magic, eh?" The man didn't sound as if he believed it. "Well, this here is very old, very powerful magic too, or at least as some have reckoned it." And he rapped on the side of the police box as though for emphasis.
The compartment popped open again.
"Oh, bloody great. Now what?"
Dennis watched him go to work on the compartment, or whatever was in it, with a wand that didn't go very far to explaining the skeptical tone he had taken earlier about magic. If the man was a wizard, and he sounded right anyway, shouldn't he know about Hogwarts? And if he knew about Hogwarts, shouldn't he know that you couldn't Apparate on or off the school ground? No, that was a fallacious assumption, the man clearly didn't know about Hogwarts. Or he would have asked Dennis to fetch Dumbledore. If Dumbledore could be fetched down here.
"Maybe I could help…"
"Look, I really don't think you can, this is very delicate stuff, very complex circuitry here, and I don't think any of your magic fussing about is going to do anything but much everything up beyond repair, and I've already had quite enough of that today, so if you don't mind…"
Dennis was too old to sniffle, but that tone had hurt. He sighed instead, and turned around to look at where he'd wound up, pulling out his wand. "Lumos," he said, a bit dejectedly.
The man turned. "Where did you learn that?" he asked, in an entirely different tone of voice.
"It's a light charm. I learned it in my first year." And where had the man come from that he didn't know what a simple light charm was?
"Hmm."
Dennis was a bit afraid.
"Dennis Creevey, is it?" The man peered at him with a sort of a look that reminded him of Dumbledore. "Well. I'm the Doctor."
Fandom: Harry Potter, Doctor Who
Characters: Dennis, 10th Doctor. Or maybe 9th.
Word Count: 1,002
Rating: PG
Summary: Dennis's curiosity gets him into trouble. Again.
Comments: I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.
Dennis hadn't meant to pull the lever. He knew he shouldn't have; levers were a whole other thing from magic and while he might have felt more secure in pulling an unidentified lever had he gone to a more traditional school and learned physics and higher mathematics and things. He hadn't.
And so, levers. Which possessed a certain mystique still that required pulling.
The floor had opened up and he had enough time to think 'oh, of course, a trap door' before he went plummeting down into it, landing fortuitously on something soft and squishy. And wet. And cold.
Dennis decided very quickly that he didn't like squishy or wet or cold, and certainly not in this combination.
"Are you the squid?" he asked the squishy, wet, cold thing. It didn't seem likely, not since he was quite clearly still above the water. But he'd rather hoped it was the squid. If it had been the squid he might have been sent back out again, and then Hagrid would have discovered him and given him a blanket and something hot and tasty to drink.
The not-squid made no reply, except to heave itself in such a way that he was sent rolling and tumbling down what felt like a very steep slope.
"I don't think I much like this," he said to the not-squid. The last syllable of that sentence was drawn out as he fell.
Onto something a little harder. And solid-er. And it had corners and things. And it wasn't very wide, he discovered, when he rolled a bit and promptly fell off of it.
Onto something squishy, wet, and warm.
"Oi!" The squishy, wet, and warm thing said. It also smelled faintly of brine and boot polish. "What on earth, or any other planet for that matter, do you think you're doing?"
"I'm sorry," Dennis said quickly. "I didn't mean to fall on you. Only, I landed on something that was really too narrow to be landed on and I think too solid besides and my ankle might be broken. Do you know what that thing was?"
"What thing?" There were the unmistakable sounds of tinkering. "Oh, bugger."
"That thing that I landed on the first time. The wet and cold and squishy thing. Oh, and the lever," Dennis remembered. Because it had all started with the lever. "I thought I was in the bathroom, and I thought the Chamber of Secrets was the only secret thing in any of the bathrooms at Hogwarts, but I guess you never know about a place like Hogwarts. I wish Hermione was here," he added. "She knows everything about the school. And if she doesn't, she can find it out like that!"
"Really." The other voice didn't sound too impressed. "Ah! There we are."
There they were indeed, although Dennis still wasn't quite sure where 'there' was. But it was considerably better lit, now, some kind of light emanating from the top of what claimed to be a police box. He had no idea what a police box was, but it sounded reassuring. It might have been even more reassuring if it was up on some street where he thought police boxes probably belonged, instead of down here under Hogwarts with a thing.
"What's your name?" he asked the other man. And it was a man. A somewhat scruffy looking man in a suit that reminded him a bit of Remus Lupin. "I'm Dennis. Dennis Creevey. I go to school here, well, up there, but I suppose this is a part of Hogwarts too. Although it's not a very nice part. Why are all the not-very-nice parts down beneath in caverns?"
"I imagine most not-very-nice parts of most of everywhere are down beneath in caverns," the man said, closing up a compartment of the police box and looking at it with a peculiar mix of satisfaction and irritation. "Now if I could just figure out what was interfering with the teleportation circuits…"
"You can't Apparate on school grounds! Or off school grounds, but only if you're trying to Apparate onto school grounds. It's very old, very powerful magic."
"Magic, eh?" The man didn't sound as if he believed it. "Well, this here is very old, very powerful magic too, or at least as some have reckoned it." And he rapped on the side of the police box as though for emphasis.
The compartment popped open again.
"Oh, bloody great. Now what?"
Dennis watched him go to work on the compartment, or whatever was in it, with a wand that didn't go very far to explaining the skeptical tone he had taken earlier about magic. If the man was a wizard, and he sounded right anyway, shouldn't he know about Hogwarts? And if he knew about Hogwarts, shouldn't he know that you couldn't Apparate on or off the school ground? No, that was a fallacious assumption, the man clearly didn't know about Hogwarts. Or he would have asked Dennis to fetch Dumbledore. If Dumbledore could be fetched down here.
"Maybe I could help…"
"Look, I really don't think you can, this is very delicate stuff, very complex circuitry here, and I don't think any of your magic fussing about is going to do anything but much everything up beyond repair, and I've already had quite enough of that today, so if you don't mind…"
Dennis was too old to sniffle, but that tone had hurt. He sighed instead, and turned around to look at where he'd wound up, pulling out his wand. "Lumos," he said, a bit dejectedly.
The man turned. "Where did you learn that?" he asked, in an entirely different tone of voice.
"It's a light charm. I learned it in my first year." And where had the man come from that he didn't know what a simple light charm was?
"Hmm."
Dennis was a bit afraid.
"Dennis Creevey, is it?" The man peered at him with a sort of a look that reminded him of Dumbledore. "Well. I'm the Doctor."