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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 – I was astounded by the reaction to this story. I wasn’t sure what kind of reception it would get, and you guys have certainly made this writer smile. I’ve gotten quite a few compliments, and I thank all of you for reading, reviewing, and following my stories. You do inspire a girl, I have to tell you!
Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter or Doctor Who. I wish I could say I did, but I cannot tell a lie.
Chapter Two – Questions Answered and Created
The Great Hall was fairly quiet when Harry and the Doctor entered it, and the boy was rather grateful for that. He didn’t like crowds normally, but that had become worse due to the constant staring and whispering of his fellow schoolmates.
“Well, this is a nice room. I rather like how the ceiling has been done,” the older male observed, tilting his head back to get a good look at the illusion above him. “Are there a great many students for a castle of this size?”
“Not really, just enough to fill this hall. I think there’s too much room if you look at the size of each House,” Harry answered, sitting at the Gryffindor table. “One of the books said that the Founders of Hogwarts did this so that if there was an emergency, the castle would be large enough to hold the magical population of the UK without too much crowding.”
The Doctor took a seat across from Harry as he responded. “Probably a good thing as castles typically are more defendable. I’ll be willing to wager that it’s rather difficult to keep warm in winter time.”
“I’ve heard it’s pretty miserable in some areas during the winter, but I haven’t experienced it yet. This is my first year here,” he answered as food began appearing on the table as more students wandered into the hall.
“Hey freak, find someone to talk to finally?”
Hazel eyes hardened as they fell onto the one who had called the boy by such an abominable name. He abhorred bullies, and this redhead was definitely one. None of the other students that were in the room spoke up in defense of Harry.
“I would suggest finding another descriptor in regards to addressing my friend,” he said in a low tone.
The red head was obviously an idiot and a rather unobservant one at that as the child continued on with the insulting.
“Why should I? It’s not like he’s a wizard or something. Him defeating You-Know-Who must’ve been a fluke. I don’t know how a freak like him got into Hogwarts.”
“Your entrance must have been a fluke or someone was given some sort of bribe to allow such an ignorant little bigot within such an establishment. You don’t take warnings, show signs of poor manners and hygiene, and seem to believe that insulting someone will make you look better. Unfortunately, it would take insulting the entire population of the school several times over before you could even attempt to look slightly improved.”
There was a cold laugh that drew most of their attention to the one amused.
“That sounds quite a bit like Weasley,” the blond male scoffed. “He never has anything good to say to anyone, even his family, and Potter has been a target ever since the first day.”
“Shut it, Malfoy!”
“I don’t believe I will, Weasley. It’s rather amusing seeing someone take you down a peg or two.”

The red head lunged at the blond but before anyone could stop it, a silky voice coldly interrupted.
“Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley, for fighting.”
“He started it,” Weasley answered and the professor sneered at him, not amused by the boy’s antics.
“Sit down and eat, Mr. Weasley. Mr. Malfoy, I trust you have finished speaking with our guest?”
The blond gave a small nod, heading to the Slytherin table. He was pleased to have gotten one over on the red head and figured it was going to be a great day.
“The head table is where the professors eat,” the potions master told the male sitting close to Potter.
“Think I’ll stay here and get to know Harry more,” the Time Lord answered. “Not a teacher here so I wouldn’t be too comfortable up there.”
The dark haired man gave a bit of a sneer at that but said nothing, heading towards the table to break his own fast. Once he was out of earshot, the Doctor looked to the boy.
“Not very friendly, is he?”
Harry put his goblet down, wiping his mouth with a napkin so he could answer the question put to him.
“Professor Snape is known for being rather strict. His class is one where accidents could have the worst effects on students so he has to be that way or so the upper years say. He just seems worse when it comes to me though.”
“What does he teach?”
The boy put some food on his plate as he responded, and the limited amount he was serving himself concerned the Doctor quite a bit.
“He teaches Potions. I overheard that he was the youngest to be given a mastery in the subject in well over two centuries.”
The Doctor played a bit with his food, putting things on the plate that he knew he didn’t mind eating.
“Have you had his class yet?”
Harry looked down at his plate, fingers clenching the fork for a moment. He wasn’t quite aware of the hazel eyes watching him so intently.
“I have,” he murmured softly.
“How did you like it? I imagine it must be a bit like a chemistry class.”
“I thought it would be a mix of that and cooking, which I kind of like to do. To be honest, I didn’t like the class at all,” Harry answered. “He seems to dislike me a lot, and it’s difficult when the other students don’t want to work with me.”
The Time Lord frowned a bit at that. He had noticed the expressions the potions master had given towards the child and was not pleased with it. A teacher had to be open minded and fair so as to give each student a fair chance. From the looks of it, this teacher had a grudge against the boy from the first day and he wasn’t pleased with what he was hearing one bit. The Doctor was putting together an assessment of this school, and it was not looking good.
“That doesn’t make for a good learning environment,” he observed, smiling a bit when the child agreed with a slow nod.
Before the conversation had continued, an elderly sounding voice addressed the eldest of the duo.
“Doctor, the goblin has agreed to the meeting and is waiting for us.”
The Doctor turned slightly, giving the headmaster a small smile. He was pleased that the answers to their questions would soon be forthcoming.
“So I see. Come on, Harry. Let’s see what news he has for us, shall we?”
As both rose to their feet, Dumbledore attempted to intervene as he wasn’t sure he wanted the knowledge they were about to receive to be shared to the boy. There might need to be some sort of censoring of information.
“I do believe young Harry should remain here.”
The thin alien shook his head, gesturing for the child to come to his side. He was delighted when Harry complied and rested a hand on his shoulder.
“As I said earlier, he has a right to hear this more than we do. After all, it’s his history we’re uncovering.”
He could see the twinkling blue eyes go flat for a moment and knew that he had managed to squash whatever it was the man was planning. The Doctor knew he would have to be cautious around this one as it seemed he thoroughly enjoyed plotting. He didn’t approve of keeping a child’s history from him, especially as it seemed the boy was unhappy as it was.
“I really would like to know, sir.”
The headmaster nodded, acknowledging the boy’s response. He would have to find a way to keep things under his control as soon as he could. Dumbledore did not like how the events were unfolding.
“Follow me, both of you.”
Harry bit back a giggle when the taller male winked at him, feeling comfortable around an adult for once. He walked beside the Doctor, wondering what it was they would find out about his parentage.
The trio entered the headmaster’s office, finding Snape as well as Harry’s head of house waiting for them along with a pair of goblins.
“Ironhammer, Steelclaw, may I present the Doctor and Harry Potter?”
The two goblins gave a nod to the pair that had been introduced. Both gave nods in return before sitting down.
“We have been summoned because of concerns regarding Mr. Potter’s heritage. Upon the request of Headmaster Dumbledore, we searched the Potter vault and found something for Mr. Potter. Ironhammer will also conduct the heritage test.”
The goblin that had been referred to drew a small dagger and laid out a parchment. He pulled a potions vial that contained a blue colored liquid.
“We will need five drops of Mr. Potter’s blood,” he told the adults, handing the dagger to the boy.
Harry chewed on his lower lip for a moment, then cut a finger. He held the bleeding digit over the vial that the goblin had extended, watching as five drops fell into the glass container.
The Doctor took the dagger, wiping it clean before handing it to the goblin. He pulled a plaster out of his pocket, taking care of the injury as Ironhammer shook the potion until it changed to a dark purple color.
“All right,” he asked Harry, waiting for the goblin to finish up.
“Yeah,” he answered, looking at the bandage. The expression that was on his face for a few moments made the Time Lord wonder if anyone had ever tended to his injuries before.
Everyone’s attention was drawn to the parchment as Ironhammer poured the liquid onto the surface of the paper-like material.
“Ah, there we go,” the goblin murmured, taking a step back to allow Harry and the other adults in the room to peer at what was happening.
“That makes little to no sense,” McGonagall said, reading the words that had appeared.
The Doctor read through the document with interest as Harry read it out loud.
“Harlin Jayden Potter, born on 17 July 1980,” he began. The birth date made all of the adults, except the Doctor, look at each other with shock.
“Go on, Harry,” the Time Lord encouraged, squeezing his shoulder. The boy had stopped reading when he’d seen the expression on Snape’s face.
“Adopted on 31 July 1980 by James and Lily Potter. I can’t read the symbols that follow the entry for birth parents.”
The Doctor leaned forward, reading the document. His eyes went large when he spotted the symbols, knees going weak.
“Doctor?”
“It can’t be,” he gasped, using the desk and Harry to keep himself upright. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and his hearts jolted slightly in response to the shock.
“I can’t translate the symbols,” Dumbledore observed after tapping the parchment with his wand.
“You won’t be able to,” the Time Lord answered. “It’s Gallifreyan.”
Author’s End Note – Yup, Harry’s full name is not Harry James. I decided to change it up because I wanted something different. Harlin means “noble friend” or “noble warrior.” Jayden means “jade,” which I chose in honor of Harry’s and Lily’s eye color. The name was chosen by the birth parent and acknowledged by James and Lily. Anyway, thanks for reading! For AFF readers, check my yahoo group (link is on profile) so you can get update alerts. ~ Laran
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