Harry blinked as a bright light shone on his face. He had wandered down to the kitchens to get a little after dinner snack because he was feeling a little hungry. The Halloween feast had left a little space that needed to be filled. However, he had taken a wrong turn. “What the Hell?” As his vision cleared he noticed he wasn’t alone. Nine was standing next to him wearing his usual leather jacket.

Rose was crouched on the floor wearing a pretty pink hooded top and jeans. She stood up when she noticed Harry. “Harry! Where are we?”

Harry shrugged. “Don’t know.”

Ten was lying on the floor, wearing a white t-shirt with ’Trust Me, I’m A Doctor’ emblazoned across his chest and not much else. Ginny was lying next to Ten, with her head on Ten’s stomach. She was wearing a pale pink nightdress. Ginny stood up and helped Ten stand up.

Ten was muttering to himself. “It’s got to be a dream. It’s got to be a dream. It’s got to be a dream. It’s got to be a dream. It’s got to be a dream.” he repeated over and over. Ginny reached up and gave him a sharp slap on the face, causing him to yell in pain. “That hurt!” Ten whimpered, holding his face in his hand. “Okay, so it’s not a dream then.”

Ginny smirked at him. “You big baby.” she eyed him up and down. “I like your outfit, Ten. What there is of it.”

“Thanks, that was my idea.” Rose said. “Honestly if I left him to dress himself, he would’ve ended up wearing that orange and brown monstrosity that’s at the back of the wardrobe… or the wedding dress. Although coupled with a pair of very pretty shoes, he didn‘t look half bad in it.”

“Rose…” Ten began, with a scowl on his handsome face. “I told you not to mention that…”

“You told me you didn’t try the dress on…” Nine exclaimed.

A new voice broke the silence. “That’s nice and everything, but do you know why you’re here?” The group turned as one and they faced the seated figure of Judge Nutmeg. Nutmeg was a dark haired man, with brown eyes. He wore dark robes. He was seated behind his bench. He held his gavel in his right hand and waved it at the group as a whole. “Well, do you?”

“Uh… no.” Harry replied.

Nutmeg groaned. “You people, don’t even know why you’re here. Well to clear things up for you, you are here to play ‘That’s Justice’. AND you, Harry Potter,” Nutmeg stated, pointing his gavel at Harry, “have been a very naughty boy…” He then pointed at Nine and Ten. “Don’t think you two aren’t getting off easily…”

Another dark haired man, who was silently standing by, snorted. “Don’t think you’re getting off easily, you lot. So what‘s the charges, Nutty?”

“Well, Vic, that’s what we are here to find out.” Nutmeg replied.

The dark haired man, identified as Vic pointed a microphone at Rose. “Have you committed any crimes lately?” he asked her.

Rose shook her head. “No.”

Vic pointed his microphone at Ginny. “Have you committed any crimes lately?” he asked her.

Ginny shook her head. “Nope.”

Vic pointed his microphone at Nine and Ten. “How about you two? Have you committed any crimes lately?” he asked them.

Nine and Ten shook their heads. “No. Not that I recall.” they said together.

Vic pointed his microphone at Harry. “What about you, Harry, you committed any crimes lately?” he asked him.

Harry shook his head. “No. Not unless you count sneaking out to get a snack in the middle of the night.”

“We shall see what awful crimes you have committed,” Nutmeg commented. He held up a magazine. “Now repeat after me. I, the Hogwarts lot…”

“I, the Hogwarts lot…”

“Swear on Minerva McGonagall’s flea collar…” Nutmeg ordered.

“Swear on Minerva McGonagall’s flea collar…” the group repeated, trying hard not to laugh.

“That I will tell the truth…”

“That I will tell the truth…” the group repeated, with a smile.

“As if you would…” Nutmeg said, punching numbers into his handheld computer. He pressed a button and a very long printout came out. He read the charges on it. “In 2012, Rose Tyler released Rusty the Shipper Dalek from its prison…”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that…” Rose muttered.

“…and taught him ALL of Britney’s songs and the dance moves.” Nutmeg continued.

“YOU DID WHAT?” Vic yelled, almost drowned out by the group's laughter.

“Why did you do that? Torturing that poor Dalek like that…” Nutmeg asked. He read out another charge. “In 2005, Doctor number Nine, with the help of Ten, strung up a fleet of Daleks with Christmas lights and tinsel in the middle of Times Square… AND it was August. Doctor number Ten made them sing Christmas carols…”

“Those poor Daleks.” Vic commented.

“Well, I wanted to get them into the festive spirit,” Nine answered.

Ten was beside him, muttering again. “It’s got to be a dream. It’s got to be a dream. It’s got to be a dream. It’s got to be a dream. It’s got to be a dream.”

Nutmeg sighed. “Someone slap him…” No one volunteered so Nutmeg stood up and smacked Ten around the face, hard.

“Ow! Okay I‘m convinced it‘s not a dream.” Ten said, clutching his face. “What is this, Spank the Doctor Day?”

“No, it’s Halloween and in my court, you can’t go off into Zen trances or whatever…” Nutmeg replied, as he sat back down. “Anyway, Spank the Doctor Day isn’t until tomorrow…” He read out from his paper. “In 1869, Harry dunked Lord Voldemort in a bath full of baked beans and jelly. Not satisfied with that, Harry then wrote ’Loser’ on Lord Voldy’s forehead in alphabet spaghetti.” he paused. “Well, maybe that crime was justifiable…”

Vic gasped. “Why Nutty, I’m shocked!”

“Well, it’s Harry and Lord Voldy did give him a hard time… Anyway, back to the crimes. In 1990, Ginny flashed all the Gryffindor boys while modelling a box of Jaffa Cakes on her head.” Nutmeg paused and eyed Ginny up. “Right, we need punishments. Spin the Wheel of Justice. You go first, Rose.” He pointed to a wheel, with writing on it on a stand. The wheel had a pink fringe around it. Rose clasped it and spun it.

The wheel stopped and Vic read what was written on the segment that it stopped on. “Spend a whole month washing Casanova‘s clothes, by HAND!”

Rose wrinkled her nose at that. Vic handed her a huge pile of dirty clothes and she groaned. “Ew!”

“I chucked in Bob’s and my clothes as well.” Vic said, holding up a tie with ‘Bob‘ written on it. “See, it’s covered with some stuff. I have no idea what.”

“What did you do, Vic?” Nutmeg asked. “Raid Bob’s laundry basket?”

“Yeah.”

Nine and Ten’s punishment was they had to sit under a dripping tap and they couldn't move for a month.

Harry’s was he had to be strung up on the wall by his thumbs and spanked by palm tree leaves. He seemed to like the spanking part, to this amusment of Ginny.

Ginny’s punishment was having to have bamboo shoots in between her toes and finger nails for a whole week.

Nutmeg turned to leave through a big door which had writing on it but it was too dark to read what it said and a few seconds afterwards a man, who looked like Nutmeg, walked back in through the same door. He was clad only in his underwear. He grinned at the bemused group. “Alright Vic?”

“Yeah, Hey Bob!” Vic said, with a grin. “Bob, where are your clothes?”

“Don’t know. Have you seen them?”

Vic grinned and pointed to Rose. “She has them…”

Bob walked over to Rose and held out his hand for her to give them back to him but Rose looked him over, with a smirk. “I think I prefer you half naked…”

Ten growled. “Oi, none of that!”

Ginny slapped Ten on the arm. “I agree with Rose.”

“Thanks Ginny.”

Bob stepped back from her in shock and found himself sprawling on the floor. “Oh Vic, I’ve fallen.”

Vic hurried to help him up. “You would keep falling over, Bob.”

“I don’t think it’s serious. Just a bit of localised hair stretch and chafing.” Bob said. He looked at Rose. “Why has she got all my clothes?”

“Well, she had to wash Casanova’s clothes so… I just chucked in our clothes to… you know.” Vic replied.

Harry said, “This is the strangest Halloween I’ve ever had.”

“You’re not kidding.” Rose said, clutching the washing bundle to her. “Oh, well, at least there was half naked guys about.” She looked at Ten and smirked.

Vic’s voice startled them. “You wouldn’t let it lie!”

"Wouldn't let what lie?" Nine asked. The others shrugged.

“I would’ve let it lie! But you wouldn’t let me let it lie!” Bob yelled back and stormed off.

Vic shook a fist at Bob’s retreating back and turned to smile at them. “Let’s bring back the Man With The Stick.” A man wearing a brown suit and a white helmet on his head, carrying a stick with a paper bag on the end, walked on stage. Vic turned to him. Are you going to reveal what’s on the end of the stick?” The Man With The Stick lowered it so Vic could take off the bag, revealing a picture of Sirius Black. “Oh, look everyone, it’s Snuffles on a Stick!” Vic said.

You know Ginny, I think Rose is beginning to fancy you," Nine stated, avoiding the slap aimed his way from Rose. "I'm beginning to think that it is now 'Spank the Doctor' Day..."

"I would've thought my attraction to Mickey, Adam, Jimmy, Bob, Jack, Giacomo, you and Ten signified that I fancied men," Rose replied. She paused and looked Ten over again. "Well, actually, you may have a point..."

Ten glared at her. "What are you incinerating?"

"Just your ego." Rose retorted.

It suddenly went black…

Meanwhile up in Gryffindor Tower, Harry bolted awake. “Snuffles on a Stick?” he asked as he sat up."Poor Ten, having his ego shot down like that..." He looked around him. “So it was all a dream? Oh well, I don’t have to do my punishment then…” His stomach growled. “Damn, I’m hungry.” he muttered as he climbed out of bed. “It was all a very odd dream…”

A voice that Harry recognised as Judge Nutmeg’s boomed out. “You just keep thinking that… AND you still have to do ALL your punishment!”

“Oh Bugger!” Harry sighed and woke up for real.

The End