Sequel to The Lonely Swing. A few months after killing Voldemort, the Doctor and Harry receive a frantic phone call from Luna- Hogwarts is going to be attacked by the still-loyal Death Eaters. The Doctor and Harry travel to the school immediately- but they're a week late. Can the Doctor and Harry still have their happily-ever-after-until-you-die? Or will they fall in the battle?

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Part One - Looks and Phone-calls

Harry was reclining in his armchair by the fire when the Doctor came bursting into the library. At around 28 years of age, Harry was no longer the scrawny, bespectacled and lost teen that the Doctor had met on the swing all those years ago. For the past however-many years (one lost track of time on the TARDIS) Harry had been fed more than adequately (the Doctor was much more convincing than Mrs Weasley), slept his full 10-or- so hours each night (running from aliens all day effectively drained your energy) and (at the Doctor's demand) learnt almost all magic known to wizard-kind (including 'dark' magic) from Merlin (known to his friends as Jethro).

Now, back to reclining in the armchair. Now, as I said, Harry was reclining by the fire when the Doctor burst into the room, a grim look on his face that Harry had come to read as come-with-me-and-no-questions-because-this-is-very-very-bad. Harry immediately adopted a similar expression, the one the Doctor knew as tell-me-what's-going-on-because-I-can-hurt-you/deprive-you-of-sex, and followed.

The Doctor knew what was good for him, and decided that explaining what was going on while they walked down the hall towards the closest console room was in his best interests.

"Ok, so, your friend, Luna, you know she's a seer? Isn't that cool! Anyway, so, she called the phone, don't know how, I still haven't patched it through the console unit, must be your psychic-magic-thingy, which is also cool," At this point, Harry gave the Doctor a get-to-the-point look, which the Doctor obeyed.

"Ok, Ok! She said that Neville said that Dean said that Draconian said that Death Eaters were planning to attack Hogwarts in a weeks time and that almost none of the students are prepared to fight and that we're kinda-almost their only hope." the Doctor quoted.

They passed the massive aquarium, which contained many types of fish and sea-life, including the Galaxian Stingray, which absolutely loved to be pet, and were very good at snuggling (gillyweed. That's all I'm saying). The blue light glimmered across their faces as they turned left and the light went back to it's orange-golden state.

"A week, you say?" Harry said lightly. The Doctor nodded, reluctantly. "Should we invite Vastra and Jenny?"

Harry had met the two during what was now known as the 'Sweetville Disaster', in which Harry had taken a revised version Polyjuice (which lasted until you took the antidote and tasted much nicer) to look like a girl so that the couple could get inside to investigate the murders. Harry was rather embarrassed to say that he had lost his wand (mind out of the gutters!) and as such was unable to perform magic. The same problem did not exist today.

"No." the Doctor said hurriedly. "They have no idea of what magic is, they'll be at a disadvantage, and I will not have anyone die for me." And Harry agreed fully.

Having now reached the console, the Doctor input the co-ordinates of their closest friends (it's all relative, of course) and the two men stood with a practised ease as the TARDIS flung through the vortex, grim looks on their face. One caused by the knowledge that his lover will do anything to save his family, even die, and another because someone made the girl he saw as a sister upset.

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Part Two - The Lord of Time Cannot Drive

2 mins later, TARDIS time.

The TARDIS materialised this a whoosh and a thud inside the fortified Great Hall. At the sight, the students residing there gave a scream, before cheering as Harry stepped out, the Doctor remaining inside under the pretence of checking to see if the TARDIS was functioning correctly (he didn't want to make the Hall to uncomfortable- he'd stolen their 'saviour', after all). Harry, having stepped out, immediately spotted Luna patching up some of the younger students, and made his way over. After the initial moment of relief that they weren't under attack, and that the boy-who-lived-to-defeat-you-know-who had arrived, the cheering died down, and the students inhabiting the Great Hall went back to fortifying the entrances and warding the area.

"Uh..." he said as Luna turned from the gash she was healing to glare at him reproachfully. He looked around the hall, taking in the fortifications, and turned back to her, dramatically hitting his forehead with his palm.

"We're late, aren't we?" Harry said weakly. Luna nodded.

"It's not your fault, Harry." Luna said somewhat seriously. "The Lord of Time not being able to control his own transport was by no means caused by you."

The Doctor had come out of the TARDIS in time to hear the last bit and blushed. "I- well- kinda- yeah, I failed the test. I was 50 years late." he admitted, then tried to defend his pride with, "But I was in the correct spot!"

Harry laughed slightly, before turning to Luna. "So," he said seriously, "what's the situation."

"Oh, you'll want to ask Neville." She said dreamily. "We got together, finally. You were right." she told him.

"O-Okay, Luna." Harry stuttered. "I'll go ask Neville."

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Part Three - The Murderer's Map

Harry found Neville in the corner of the hall, examining what appeared to be a large piece of parchment. However, at a closer glance, Harry saw that it was a map of Hogwarts from above, and there were red and green splodges, though the green appeared to be situated in one spot.

"Oh, hey Harry." Neville said, looking up from the map. "Come to check out our position?"

Harry knelt down next the the brown-haired boy. "Something like that." he told him. "What's with the red and green?"

Neville grinned, pleased at his ability to answer the question, "Minerva, before she was murdered, stole this from the Death-Eaters." he swallowed, "One of them cast a spell on the map to track magic signatures. The colour changes depending on whether or not they have the Dark Mark- I added that."

Harry gaped. "Neville, that's brilliant!" he told his friend- Neville had come far from the stuttering boy Harry had met on the scarlet train to Scotland all those years ago.

Neville's ears turned red at the compliment, and moved the map over so that it was upright from Harry's perspective. The green was all in a square labelled 'Pigzits Base', while the red was closely dotted around the surrounding area, and became more sparse as the distance from the square increased. As Harry watched, all the red moved in towards the Hall, forming a ring around it.

Neville saw this in horror then yelled out, "Stations!", and the students moved into a cluster in the middle, wands pointing outwards. Harry faintly heard the TARDIS dematerialise and hoped that the Doctor's plan worked. Harry turned his attention back o the map and saw a red light flicker to life among the green. A voice yelled out, "Bombarda! Finite Maxima Tutella!" and the red ring drew tighter as the wards dropped. Then the light-show of hell began.

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Part Four - Aforementioned Light-show of Hell

After Harry abandoned the map and moved to join the splodge of green, the world was reduced to-

-screams and white lights and green lights that everyone tried so desperately to avoid but caught someone else when they did.

-ducking as a metallic being in black robes shot yellow and it hit someone else and they dropped onto the floor in a dance of agony as a scream was ripped from their throats.

-looking on in shock as a girl no older than fifteen had her arm and leg cut off in a sick parody of Anakin Skywalker before being burned in flames like dragons.

-tears streaming down faces as they tried to stop stop stop the dirty-blonde girl from bleeding her life onto the grass because she has someone that loves her, needs her and no-one wants another Ron, stuck in the mental ward forever.

-seeing a blue box rocket past and crying because he's here and after this he's never going to be let out of sight again, not for anything but then ducking out of the way of a green and screaming because the dragon-flame is back and the box is inside.

-shooting off energy and not caring what colour the spark is because they tried to kill him and she's dying and everything's screaming and the grass will never be green again, it'll forever be red red red because there is no way that even magic will be able to get the blood off the grounds.

-standing in the blood-red field as the sun rises and there are so little left standing but none of them are in black cloaks and there's a blue box and he's there and she's going to be OK.

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Part Five - Back to Reclining in Armchairs

The Doctor was reclining in the armchair, staring into the embers when Harry burst into the room. A glance over at his young lover saw that he was standing there in his pyjama bottoms, his hair messier than usual and tear tracks on his face. The Doctor stood up, opened his arms and the shorter man ran into him, tip-toeing so that he could rest his chin on the Doctor's shoulder to whisper in his ear "I love you and I'm never letting you go anywhere without my hand in yours. Because if I lose you I'm not going to make it far."

The Doctor felt a rush of love as he whispered back, for the first time, "I love you too."

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From that day on, the world changed for the better. Luna Lovegood's research proved that magic was more powerful if you did it for a love, and Neville Longbottom's research on life magic proved the same. Harry's and the Doctor's research proved that, cheesy as it was, love overpowered all things. Albus Dumbledore, the manipulative and barmy old codger he was, watched over these events with a smirk- he was always right.

LOL, JK!

You remember those swings in the TARDIS from the first fanfic? The ones that were never lonely again? There's more than one set. The other swing-set belongs to a Neville and Luna Lovegood (for the sake of their children, the kept Luna's last name), and in the years to come, their children would play on the swings, unknowing that the events that allowed them to live in peace was because two lonely, lost men found each other on the same two swings.

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