oooh, this is a Doctor Who/HP crossover, Shelter From The Storm, now thoroughly jossed but never mind. I still like the basic idea of this story very much - the Doctor (Ten, at that point) hangs out with Remus Lupin at several points in his timeline, and all they do is hang out, because their storylines can't intersect and leave everything else unchanged. And I love that I remember so clearly where and when I wrote this, suitably for a story that really is all about time and place: I was eighteen, just as Remus is as the story ends, gavagai and I had been up until around 2am and I went home fully meaning to go to bed, and I was sitting at my desk in my tiny little attic across the road from Ashmolean and when I looked up it was dawn.
I also love this exchange:
"I wish you could, too. But it's my fight."
"Maybe it's mine as well," says the Doctor hopefully. "These Death Eaters of yours – do any of them have funny-coloured eyes? Triangular heads? Large gaping sphincters in unhygienic places?"
Remus laughs, and the sound is a sudden silver bubble. "They're not aliens, Doctor." He pauses. "It would be easier if they were."
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on 2013-05-22 08:33 pm (UTC)I also love this exchange:
"I wish you could, too. But it's my fight."
"Maybe it's mine as well," says the Doctor hopefully. "These Death Eaters of yours – do any of them have funny-coloured eyes? Triangular heads? Large gaping sphincters in unhygienic places?"
Remus laughs, and the sound is a sudden silver bubble. "They're not aliens, Doctor." He pauses. "It would be easier if they were."
"Yes." The Doctor nods. "Yes, it would be."