"But...it's a police box," Harry stammered, staring at the box oddly as they walked towards it.
"Inconcistency Harry! Inconcistency!" The Doctor said whilst warmly hugging one side of the TARDIS. "Oh look at her, look at my girl she is...she's..." the Doctor paused before looking up at the box with concern. He trailed around to the front of the TARDIS and stroked his hands against the doors before pushing against them with a grunt.
"She's locked!" The Doctor exclaimed, pushing the doors again and again in an attempt to open the door. "Really, really, locked!" He said before pulling out a key from his pocket and forcing it into the lock. He tried to turn the key, but no matter how much he twisted it from side to side it would not unlocked. "That's not possible..." he whispered as he looked up at the TARDIS.
"So, what do we do now?" Harry asked as he walked to the Doctor's side. "Is there any other way to get inside it?"
"What would be the point of getting inside of it?" Ron asked as he joined them. "It's a pole-ice box. What good is it going to do us?"
"It would have been our ticket out of here..." the Doctor muttered misserably, "But, it looks like the game master is intent on keeping us around. We've really angered him by breaking so many rules. He'll be coming personally to meet us, bringing with him an army of viscious creatures and dark wizards."
The kids looked at each other with concern before Hermione asked, "Then what do we do?"
"Wait. We've got no chance of escape. We may as well meet the problem head on," the Doctor spoke as he turned to them. "Besides, just because he's dressed as the most powerful Dark Wizard in your universe and has a range of godly powers doesn't mean he can't be beaten."
Silence fell over the kids. They glanced at each other again with unease. Harry had started clutching at his scar again. "Doctor, how do you know he's dressed as You-Know-Who?" he asked.
"Because he's standing right over there," the Doctor said before pointing behind them.
Standing a few metres away from them was a grotesque humanoid figure. His skin was bone white, his eyes were crimson and his nose was flat, but his nostrils were but slits, giving him the appearance of a snake. His thin body was dressed in an elegant hooded black robe that seemed to bring out the chalk color of his skin. In one hand he carefully clutched at the fabled thirteen and a half inch wand with a phoenix feather core, treating it with the same care an assasin might show to his dagger.
Standing next to him, was his arm. Black cloaked figures with cruel expressions, delighting at the situation even if they could not understand it properly. And behind them, writhing in the darkness, came the roars and cries of the many monsters that terrorised Harry through all of his adventures.
"Harry Potter..." Lord Voldermort said with relish as he stared at him with his cold eyes, before turning to the Doctor and smiling at him with delight. "Doctor... How delightful for you to join us this evening."
"I find it very hard to believe that the Dark Wizard of a magical world would know my name," the Doctor replied sternly before gesturing to Voldermort. "Drop it, don't play these silly games any more. Show us who you really are."
"But the games are so much fun Doctor," Voldermort laughed, a high pitchedsqueal of pure insanity. "Well, they would be if you had played by the rules!" Voldermort roared, stamping his foot like an angry child.
"Hypocrite," the Doctor spat. "You didn't even bother explaining the rules and even if you had do you really think I would believe that you would honor any of them? That isn't who you are."