First fanfic, don't be rude and not ginger!
Title - Nightmare
Rating - U
Spoilers - No
Status - Finished
Summary - a little fanfic, the Doctor, no companion, Harry Potter references, I'm sorry for my terrible English, so long, and thanks for all the fish.
A pale face gets close to the Doctor. Close. Close. The Doctor was staring at red eyes of this man, then he suddenly realised he have to run. So he run. A green lightning hurried after him. The Doctor run into the TARDIS, but flash draw up with him. He heard a scream, his own scream...
... And then he woke up in a cold sweat. "Terrible dream", said the Doctor. "Awful dream. Nightmare, you might say". He dressed up and went to consol room. "I dreamed I was Harry Potter due to wrong regeneration process. Can you imagine that, dear" - the Doctor shared impressions with central column. "Oh, never mind. Bad dream. Disgus-" - the Doctor noticed his hand isn't fine. His hand was unusually small. The Doctor's heart was full of misgiving as he come up to a mirror. At first moment he wasn't able to see anything: his faculty of vision turned to be poor. He had to return for his spects. Fortunatelly (or maybe not) they were good. The Doctor looked into his mirror. "No! A thousand times no!" But yes. The scar, brown hair, green eyes... And he was a teenager boy. "Great".
The TARDIS had landed. It was incumbent on the Doctor to go out. A churchyard. How strange. The Doctor made few steps from the TARDIS and look around. Full moon came out, lighting up the place. Suddenly few shadows surrounded the Doctor. "It's he!" - said one shadow. "He is mine!" - another shadow come forward. "I've got a trouble..." - thought the Doctor, pulling a long face. The shadow hunched over the Doctor. The shadow had a white face, snake-like nose and red eyes. "Run!" - the Doctor shouted by force of habit. Herun, and he heard that red-eyed shadow bawl out, "Avada Kedavra!". A green lighting hurried after the Doctor. He run into the TARDIS, but flash draw up with him...
... And then he woke up in a cold sweat. "Terrible dream", said the Doctor. "Awful dream. Nightmare, you might say".
...Next morning the Doctor woke up - this time really woke up - with terrible headache. "Note for myself: do not read Harry Potter anymore. Especially at night. Do not eat cheese. And..." - the Doctor stop short as he thought he noticed something strange in a mirror; but everything was fine. He looked into a mirror to be sure. Like before, he was an adult man, not teenager.
So the Doctor patted his ratherish long black hair, scratched his hooked nose and went down to the Dungeons, going to take some points from Gryffindor.
Rating - U
Spoilers - No
Status - Finished
Summary - a little fanfic, the Doctor, no companion, Harry Potter references, I'm sorry for my terrible English, so long, and thanks for all the fish.
A pale face gets close to the Doctor. Close. Close. The Doctor was staring at red eyes of this man, then he suddenly realised he have to run. So he run. A green lightning hurried after him. The Doctor run into the TARDIS, but flash draw up with him. He heard a scream, his own scream...
... And then he woke up in a cold sweat. "Terrible dream", said the Doctor. "Awful dream. Nightmare, you might say". He dressed up and went to consol room. "I dreamed I was Harry Potter due to wrong regeneration process. Can you imagine that, dear" - the Doctor shared impressions with central column. "Oh, never mind. Bad dream. Disgus-" - the Doctor noticed his hand isn't fine. His hand was unusually small. The Doctor's heart was full of misgiving as he come up to a mirror. At first moment he wasn't able to see anything: his faculty of vision turned to be poor. He had to return for his spects. Fortunatelly (or maybe not) they were good. The Doctor looked into his mirror. "No! A thousand times no!" But yes. The scar, brown hair, green eyes... And he was a teenager boy. "Great".
The TARDIS had landed. It was incumbent on the Doctor to go out. A churchyard. How strange. The Doctor made few steps from the TARDIS and look around. Full moon came out, lighting up the place. Suddenly few shadows surrounded the Doctor. "It's he!" - said one shadow. "He is mine!" - another shadow come forward. "I've got a trouble..." - thought the Doctor, pulling a long face. The shadow hunched over the Doctor. The shadow had a white face, snake-like nose and red eyes. "Run!" - the Doctor shouted by force of habit. Herun, and he heard that red-eyed shadow bawl out, "Avada Kedavra!". A green lighting hurried after the Doctor. He run into the TARDIS, but flash draw up with him...
... And then he woke up in a cold sweat. "Terrible dream", said the Doctor. "Awful dream. Nightmare, you might say".
...Next morning the Doctor woke up - this time really woke up - with terrible headache. "Note for myself: do not read Harry Potter anymore. Especially at night. Do not eat cheese. And..." - the Doctor stop short as he thought he noticed something strange in a mirror; but everything was fine. He looked into a mirror to be sure. Like before, he was an adult man, not teenager.
So the Doctor patted his ratherish long black hair, scratched his hooked nose and went down to the Dungeons, going to take some points from Gryffindor.