Well, hello. I just want to tell you all that this is a Quirrelmort/Quirrellmort/Quirreldemort story so if you're a homophobe get out.

I don't own Doctor Who, Harry Potter, or A Very Potter Musical.

A red haired boy with a blue headband around his head lay on the ground, unmoving, a package of red vines gripped in his now cold hands. Laying next to the boy was a night troll of a girl. Her bushy brown hair pillowed her head. Kneeled near the two was another boy. One with a beautiful fro, and a suit and tie. Tears roll down the boy's face as he stared at the unmoving bodies.

Standing in front of the three, was a woMAN. She looked down at them, a creepy smile on her face.

"Mama taught those two chil'rens how to respect their mama." The woMAN said, "Dur, dur, dur, dur!" She brought a gloved hand to her mouth. "Now I must teach you how." The boy looked up at the woMAN with a cold glare. "Now," the woMAN moved a pinked shoed foot so it was in a pool of the night troll's blood. "How can I discipline you? I already used the axe I had been sharpening all day," she motioned to the red head. "I don't remember doing dat, but I must have. I also used Mama's little love hand," she swept her hand at the night troll. "Now what shall I use on da Doctor?" The woMAN brought her hand to her chin so she could think.

"You will pay for this." The Doctor told the woMAN.

"Dur, dur, dur, dur!" She laughed. "You're just da Doctor, I'm da Master. I don't think I will, but I do know what to do to you." The woMAN, named the Master, clapped her hands, and the Doctor screamed in agony. His skin was becoming ash. The Doctor's screams of pain were covered by the Master's laughs of pure evil.

Once the Doctor was all ash, the Master left, laughing the whole time. The ash of the Doctor fell apart, and fell to the ground. Silence.

Three minutes had passed before something happened. All of the ash flew up, and moved together. Slowly the ash seemed to form some type of human shape. Then the ash gained color, it was a pale skin tone, that had some pink in it, but not much. Then seemly out of nowhere the ash gained an outfit.

It was a pretty simple outfit. The jacket he wore was dark purple, under that was a light purple button shirt, and a white shirt under that. He wore a dark blue tie. The buttons of both jacket and shirt were silver, like the shorts that stopped right above where the knees should be. Beneath the knee place were black socks, and bronze tennis shoes. Then the facial features appeared. Large round eyes that were closed, ears and a nose that were larger than normal, eyebrows and lips. Brown hair sprouted from the top as the ash turned to skin. And to finish it off was a red turban.

Whatever force that was helping the changing ash defy gravity left, and the body fell to the ground with a thump.

The first sign of life was a groan, and the closed eyes opened to show irises that had more than one shade of blue in them.