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The Littlest Time Lord	By : LadyLaran Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 9362 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Harry Potter. I don't make money from this either.

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Author’s Note – This is a madcap idea that hit me while reading. My thoughts were very intrigued and the wombat was born, gnawing relentlessly on me. This is going to make things quite AU for both Harry Potter and Doctor Who. This takes place during the first episode with the 11^th Doctor; who’s to say that our dear Time Lord didn’t have an adventure right before Amelia joined him?

Yes, I am aware I have a lot of updates to do but a friend read the chapters of this I have finished and insisted I post the first one for my followers to enjoy. I will be updating the other stories soon; the new chapters are in progress as we speak.

Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter or Doctor Who, and I do not make any money from this story. I wish I did own Doctor Who because I’d adore being able to say I am a genius for coming up with it!

Chapter One – Distress Call

The Doctor frowned a bit, staring at the console of the TARDIS. He had decided to go back to the red headed woman’s house, but it seemed as if the time machine had other ideas. Something had gotten her attention and had her going off course, which wasn’t unusual if the old girl had somehow gotten wind of something going wrong.

Slender fingers twitched at his coat, still getting used to the regeneration. The body felt lighter and a little more off balance than his last incarnation due to the height difference, and that typically meant he would spend some time adapting before pushing himself. Hopefully, he would be allowed a bit of time but that depended on what his vessel had decided to get him into.

His thoughts were pulled away as the engines went to their normal resting mode, giving off a low vibration that was normal when the TARDIS was not maneuvering through the Time Vortex.

“I suppose we should see what is going on,” he mused, curious now as he headed towards the console. According to the instruments, the outside environment was suitable to his biological requirements so he headed straight to the door.

The Time Lord stopped outside the door, blinking for a moment as he took in the sight of the massive castle in front of him. The rays of the rising sun struck the dark gray stones, giving off a majestic feel that was both warming and inviting.

“Now that is something you don’t see every day,” he told himself, then tilted his head as he continued to observe his surroundings.

Something was pulling at him, which had to be what the TARDIS had sensed first. Now that he was out of his vessel, the pulling sensation could be felt and it was rather powerful. It was a feeling that he hadn’t felt in centuries and was not quite certain that he was identifying it correctly.

“Here now, who are you and what is that doing on the grounds?”

Hazel eyes widened slightly as he took in the appearance of the one who had just addressed him. The man was impossibly tall with shaggy hair and a wild looking beard. He was a tad intimidating, but the Time Lord simply shrugged it off as he answered the questions asked of him.

“My apologies. I’m the Doctor,” he introduced himself. “I was called to this location.”

“Called by who?”

“I’m not sure and won’t know until I find out,” he answered, following the pulling sensation. He could sense the presence of the large man behind him as the Time Lord headed up the stairs to the front doors.

The castle gave off a warm aura of protection, not unlike the one his TARDIS radiated, and the Doctor relaxed just a tad as he went through the main doors. He continued to follow the pull, ignoring the few people around him.

The slender male made his way through the various hallways, not noticing his surroundings for the moment due to the growing strength of the pull. His hands shook slightly in excitement, an emotion he was struggling to push away due to the fact that the call had to be wrong.

He’d just reached a set of doors when a voice called out, the owner of it intent on stopping the time traveler.

“Hagrid, what is going on? Who is that man?”

“Not rightly sure, Professor Dumbledore. He showed up in a weird box and said he’d been called here.”

“Called here?”

The Doctor didn’t answer or stick around to hear the answer. He headed up several flights of stairs, turning down a winding corridor. The Time Lord never noticed the painting of a heavy set woman as he moved past her, going beyond the tower that held a group of sleeping students.

“Sir, I must insist you stop and speak with me. I cannot allow you to move through this school without identifying yourself and telling me why you’re here.”

“Sorry, can’t stop now. Explanations can wait just a tad longer,” he called back, turning down a small corridor. A heavy door opened with a low creaking sound, indicating it hadn’t been used much at all.

The people behind him were not able to respond as he entered the room, simply following him into the abandoned classroom.

The hazel eyed male ignored the dust that liberally coated the floors and desks, focusing on a small form that sat in a window. The pulling sensation throbbed, making his hearts pound for a moment. It was something the Gallifreyan could not ignore, and he headed to the tiny figure.

Emerald green eyes, glossy with tears, looked up at the gangly man as he sat in the window beside him. He looked a little startled to see the man because no one had found his hiding place since he’d started retreating here.

“Hello, I’m the Doctor,” he told him, a gentle look in his eyes as he beheld the one that had called him to this place.

“I’m Harry,” the boy responded in a soft voice. The Time Lord had to strain to hear it and gave a small smile to the child.

“It’s nice to meet you, Harry. Why are you so sad?”

Before the group could try to interfere, the child answered the question. He sounded unhappy, tugging at the hearts of the man from Gallifrey.

“I don’t fit in here,” he whispered. “Everyone believed I’m this amazing wizard, and I’m not. I can’t cast a spell or anything; now they’re treating me like I’m even more of a freak.”

Gently, he wiped away the tears from the boy’s cheek, feeling the pulling sensation around his hearts turn into a painful throb before leaving a warm sensation in his chest. The boy looked startled, telling the man that he’d felt it too.

“I’ve a suspicion; is it all right if I try to see if I’m right?”

“It won’t hurt?”

The Time Lord smiled, captivated by the small child. The boy’s mannerisms were adorable, very shy and hopeful.

“Not at all,” he told him. “All I am going to do is check your pulse. All right?”

He nodded, holding his hand out. They both ignored the protests behind them as the older one gently laid fingers over the wrist, searching out the pulse. After a few moments, the hazel eyed male looked up into green eyes.

“This pulse is not normal for a human. Harry, have you ever been seen by a doctor at all?”

“No, never been to hospital wing here and my aunt never took me to the doctor at all,” he answered, staring up at him. “Why?”

A silky sounding voice drew the Doctor’s attention away from the boy, but his fingers never moved from the small wrist.

“Why is that important, and who are you?”

He looked over the dark haired male, arching a brow for a moment. The Doctor wasn’t too pleased with the self importance of the older man standing beside the speaker or the one who had spoken.

“If someone had taken the time to see to this young one’s health, they would have realized that young Harry here is not human.”

The dark haired male sneered, not accepting the statement. It was obvious to the Time Lord that this one had a very big issue with the boy.

“Not human? What is he supposed to be then? A merman? How about a giant?”

“No, he is a Time Lord,” the Doctor answered. “Even if he was not, he deserves better treatment than what you are providing.”

The Time Lord felt a brush against his mental barriers, realizing it was coming from two different sources. With a look of muted anger, he pushed back, knowing it would hurt but a lesson had to be taught.

“My mind is my own,” he warned. “Try that again, and you will not like the consequences,” he told the two wincing men.

The older one shook his head, managing to straighten up. Blue eyes watched him closely for a moment before breaking his silence.

“Young Harry is a wizard, not a Time Lord.”

“Really? How else can you account for the abnormal pulse and body temperature? Oh, right, you’ve not had your school nurse look him over. Well, I can tell you. He’s not a native of this planet. It’s why he has not been able to work magic either. My people are not capable of it.”

“James and Lily Potter were human,” the dark haired one sneered.

“Easy enough to prove or disprove. How long until their bodies were discovered?”

“Less than an hour,” Dumbledore answered. “Their bodies lay in state for a while before they were buried. All autopsies showed that they were human and no sign of golems or the like.”

“Then young Harry here was adopted!”

The other adults stared at each other for a long minute as if silently discussing the news the newcomer had dropped on them.

“There is a way to determine that. I can have the goblins come after breakfast to run a heritage test. I can also have them search for documentation on any kind of adoption. If he was, I am certain we shall need to know who his parents are.”

“Sounds good then,” the Doctor chirped. “In the meantime, Harry, shall we get something to eat? Best to face this type of investigation on a full stomach.”

The boy blinked, looking around for a moment. He wasn’t used to an adult treating him like this, but it felt nice.

“Yes sir,” he whispered, getting off of the window sill. Harry scrubbed at his face, erasing the signs of his tears. He was confused by what was going on, but something inside of him was telling him to trust the strange man.

“You don’t have to call me sir,” he said with a smile. “Just the Doctor is fine. Now, where do we go to eat?”

“Young Mr. Potter should get ready for classes,” the older one started but was cut off by the older Time Lord.

“No, I think he should stay with me. After all, he has no reason to go to these classes since he’s not magical. Harry has a right to know about his past, and he might even come up with ideas and questions to ask. Children have the brightest imaginations after all and ask the best questions.”

The adults looked rather sour as the two headed out, Harry leading the taller one out of the room and towards the Great Hall.

“Now what do we do, Albus,” the Deputy Headmistress asked her employer.

“If this is true and Harry is adopted, then we have gravely misinterpreted the prophecy and will need to find a way to regroup.”

“If he isn’t the one of prophecy and has no magic, how did he manage to not be killed by the Killing Curse,” the woman asked him, sounding very agitated.

“It is possible that this race, the Time Lords, may be immune to magic,” the potions master hypothesized.

“We will not know until the goblins arrive. I shall send a message to Gringotts to find any sort of documentation that James and Lily may have left behind as well as request someone to come and test Harry’s heritage. Until then, I suggest we keep an eye on our guest and wait for information.”

The two with the Headmaster nodded, departing to prepare for the day while the elderly male headed to his office to write the message for the goblins. The headmaster sat down behind his desk after sending the missive off, lost in thought. This was an unexpected turn of events that he would have to make work somehow.
Author’s End Notes – I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. I think it might be something fun to write during moments where I’m not as inspired on the other stories. We’ll see. Please let me know what you think! For the readers on adult fanfiction, please check my profile for information regarding my yahoo group. Update alerts are posted there each time I update a work online. Thanks to you all! ~Laran
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