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The Doctor and The Master of Death	By : LadyLaran Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 3063 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Note – I am so pleased with the reactions the last chapter caused. It sounds as if all of you were happy with the chapter and my decision to bring in my favorite characters to help with the rescue. I want to say thank you to all of you who took the time to read my story as well as those who gave a bit more time to leave reviews. Your feedback is food for the muses to keep going.
I apologize for the extreme tardiness of this chapter. Health, IRL, and then no internet pretty much kept me from updating.
Disclaimer – I do not own “Doctor Who” or “Harry Potter.” I don’t make money from this story. I just enjoy playing with the characters.
Chapter Three – Recovery Mission
The three time travelers waited as the witch moved her wand in an intricate pattern, then tapped the door several times in different spots. They could hear the lock turn, moving behind her as she opened the entrance.
Luna took one step into the room, chanting in an old form of Gaelic to keep the wards stable but blind to the actions that were about to take place. She moved her wand in concentric circles at waist height, forming a fluid pattern to help hold the wards to her will. Once the young witch was certain it was safe for others to enter, the blond haired woman gestured for the trio behind her to move into the room.
The Doctor hurried into the room, noticing the look of concentration on the woman’s face as she continued the chanting and wand movement. Luna tilted her head in the direction of where her friend was, and he headed towards a section of the room where a young man had been chained in between two posts in the chamber.
The trio froze at the sight of him, anger and extreme concern flooding through them. There was a massive amount of bruising on the torso and face, making the pale skin seem almost colorless in comparison to the lurid dark colors. Dried blood colored the cuffs that had been bound tightly onto his wrists, and they could tell the metal had cut into the tender flesh.
The nurse sucked in his breath to gather his professionalism, then rushed to the battered man’s side to begin a quick examination to ensure he was still alive and it was safe to move him. His fingers immediately went to the unconscious man’s neck, expertly finding his pulse.
“Oh my god,” Amy murmured, watching as Rory gently examined the one they were meant to rescue.
“Heart beat is too slow,” he said, running a quick diagnostic. “We’ve got to get him out of here and quickly. I don’t like the look of him, and his slow pulse is troubling. It could be a sign of internal damage as well as shock; we have got to get him to a doctor quickly.”
The Time Lord nodded, examining the cuffs on the young man’s wrists. Due to the fact they had cut into the tender flesh, the objects had to come off but that would be difficult. They looked to be fused shut and seamless, and he didn’t have the equipment to cut through the metal. However, the chains had a few weak links and that was something he could work with.
“Rory, stand behind him and hold him up. Amy, we don’t know how long he’s been like this. As I get one chain off of the cuff, hold onto his arm and gently ease it back down. If we let them drop fast, it’ll cause more damage than we want. He’s been through enough, and we don’t want to add more to it.”
The husband and wife pair got into position, following their friend’s orders, and the Doctor pulled his trusty sonic screwdriver out of his pocket. He looked at the tool for a long moment and then back at the chain, face set in determination.
“Right, let’s hope this holds up long enough to get him loose. There’s enough of this magic around us to really foul up the electronics,” he murmured, putting the utensil on a specific setting and began to work on the chains.
The device started reacting to the magic in the room and heated up as the energy began destroying the electronic components, but he ignored the warmth of the metal for the moment and focused on the task. The first chain finally loosened, one link separating from the other, and Amy caught the unconscious man’s hand before it could fall.
The Time Lord began working on the chain on the other cuff, not noticing that his red haired friend managed to bring the man’s hand down slowly to a normal position at his side. The sonic screwdriver began emitting an almost screaming noise as it worked, breaking down with each second that passed, and he could feel the palm and fingers of his hand starting to blister due to the incredible amount of heat it was giving off. The link had begun to separate at the time the device burned itself out, magic having caused a serious reaction inside of the screwdriver.
“Damn it,” he swore, putting the overheated device away and began pulling at the chain. Fortunately for them, the link was come loose enough where a bit of force was able to encourage it to separate entirely and second link slipped free.
Amy was there to catch his arm, and he pulled the portkey from his pocket. The Time Lord was anxious to get out of the building and back to safety; he’d had enough magic to last him for a while.
“Amy, take this,” he ordered as he handed her the newspaper. Amy took it, watching while her friend maneuvered the wizard into position and lifted the unconscious male into a bridal style carry.
“Let’s go,” the hazel eyed male ordered, knowing they had to get out now.
Luna watched them, still chanting, as the Doctor carried her heart-brother into the hallway. She slipped from the room, wards still intact, and sealed the door after everyone was out. There was a lot of noise coming from various hallways that intersected with the one they were in, and she knew Neville’s distraction was working.
“Place the portkey on his chest,” she instructed, knowing they hadn’t used one before. “His magic will activate it, and you can give the password. Both of you hold onto Harper,” the blond told Amy and Rory, who obeyed her instructions.
“Will you be all right,” the Doctor asked her and she gave him a sweet smile.
“I will be, now go,” she answered. “He needs medical attention, and we’ll be discovered should you linger here. That’s a risk we cannot take.”
The Time Lord nodded and once his friends were in place, he drew in a breath and spoke.
“Currency,” he called out and inhaled in surprise as all of them were whisked away by an odd hooking sensation coming from their midsections.
The Doctor couldn’t make sense of the surroundings since everything spun past them with a fast enough speed to be nauseating. It didn’t take too long before all of them were deposited on the floor, but he’d managed to keep a hold of the one they’d been sent to rescue.
Rory scrambled to his knees, checking on the still unconscious young man. He wasn’t sure how the trip would affect his patient and hoped it hadn’t worsened any of the injuries he wasn’t able to see.
“I really don’t like his pallor,” he commented. “I hope the healers get here soon because he doesn’t look good,” the nurse said, monitoring the pulse.
A group of goblins entered the room, looking a bit startled for a moment before a few broke away from their companions to approach the new arrivals.
Rory looked at the goblins, concern in his eyes. If these beings weren’t healers, then the unconscious man he was looking after would not do well at all.
“Are you the healers,” he asked, voice carrying the worry for the patient.
“We are,” the female goblin spoke. “I am Diamanna.”
“I’m Rory Williams,” he said to her. “I’m a nurse; I’m worried he may have sustained internal injuries. His pulse is slower than what is normal for a human, and his skin is clammy.”
“Come with us,” she said, knowing that he was invested in the welfare of the patient.
Rory climbed to his feet as they used a spell to levitate the unconscious man, and he followed them out of the room and towards the healing ward.
“Are you injured,” Ragnok asked, noticing the Time Lord shaking his hand from time to time.
“My sonic screwdriver lasted just long enough to manage to get the links loose enough to free him,” he said to them. “It overheated badly before it died, and I’m afraid it burned my hand while I was working on those chains.”
“Do you need a healer,” the head of the goblins asked, willing to offer the man any services he had available as the Doctor had done what he’d said he would do.
“I’ll tend to it when I get back into the TARDIS,” he replied. “Thank you for the offer, but there’s no telling how my physiology will react to magic. Best not risk it.”
“Of course,” he said, gesturing for the two remaining humans to sit down. “You both have done well and have earned our gratitude. Lord Potter-Black is important to a lot to us, and we know Mother Magic has not been pleased with how he has been treated by his own people.”
“As soon as he’s cleared to travel, we’ll make sure he isn’t vulnerable to them again,” the Doctor answered, sitting down and relaxing for the moment. “Is there a way to check on how his control over his magic will be? I don’t want to run the risk of damaging the TARDIS.”
“We can,” Ragnok replied, making notes to send to the healers. “If his control isn’t where it needs to be, we provide a few items to help him control his magic so that your vessel isn’t put it at risk.”
“I appreciate it, and I’m sure he will as well,” he replied.
“We will also ensure he can contact us if he requires assistance as well as any questions we may have in regards to his estates,” the goblin told him, starting to make a list of things the wizard might need.
“Make sure it’ll go to the right time stream,” the Time Lord warned. “It might not handle the time travel well.”
“I shall inform our rune masters of that,” he reassured the Gallifreyan. “Usually we would charge for these services, but we owe him a great debt and will ensure that he has what he needs to thrive.”
The Doctor nodded, leaning back in his seat for a moment. Despite the stiff professional masks the goblin used, he could sense the concern the small being held for the wizard.
“I’ll do what I can,” he said. “When he’s ready to come back, I’ll bring him but only when it’s safe for him to return.”
“I don’t really get why they would do this to him if he’s as special to this magical world as Lady Ma’at hinted at,” Amy said.
“The Gods of Death favor him greatly due to his sacrifices he made during the war as well as the fact he mastered certain items created by them,” Ragnok answered tactfully. “Because of their gifts to him, he has been altered in a way that frightens the wizarding world. It’s well known that if they fear something, they will do their best to destroy it or subjugate it.”
“Not sure I understood that but okay,” the red head said, shaking her head.
“By being touched by Death, it’s changed him and his people don’t know how to accept him,” the gangly man answered. “As much as I love humans, their inability to accept things that are different is something that has frustrated me a great deal over the centuries. I keep hoping that will change.”
“Me too,” she said softly, knowing her friend was right. “Let’s just hope we can help him get over this trauma and give him a chance to just get away from it for a while.”
“We’ll see how it goes,” the Doctor replied. “That reminds me, we had the help of a young lady named Lovegood. She said she and another friend, someone named Neville, will be here soon in order to tell him goodbye.”
“I’ll let the goblins in the lobby know,” Ragnok promised and exited the room to attend to everything he needed to do before Lord Potter-Black was able to leave. He did not want the young lord to want for anything while away with the Time Lord. As of yet, there had been messages from the healers and the head goblin hoped that the young wizard would heal without any lingering repercussions from what the wizards had done to him.
Author’s End Note - I think I’m pleased with how this one went. I hope my readers have enjoyed this chapter. Please let me know what you thought, and I shall see you all next time. Laran
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