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'Twas a silent night when an impossible creature was kicked out of Malfoy Manor, a now free elf gleefully dragged his small and over-packed suitcase behind him, it's wheels shook slightly every time he turned. Nothing could be heard, spare the occasional squeak that came from the suitcase every time it turned. Dobby skipped along to the silent tune, he was now free house-elf. He had no master.

It had all started at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when master Malfoy had presented Dobby with clothes! Malfoy had given Dobby the diary of Tom Riddle, informing the small elf to dispose of it after being accused of owning the darn thing. Dobby, having huge eyes, had noticed something sticking out from the book and when he had opened it, there it was. A sock!

As soon as he noticed this, Dobby had ignored his ex-masters orders (he was free house-elf now) and was dragged back to Malfoy Manor only to be punished before being literally kicked out of the house with his possessions by Lucius Malfoy himself. But the elf felt no remorse, he was glad not to be part of a family which associated themselves with the Dark Arts and he-who-must-not-be-named. Despite his glee, Dobby had no particular sense of destination, turning at random, and continuing on straight in no particular direction. Yes, he had considered appearating to Hogwarts, but he didn't want to do that, not just yet at least. Dobby had wanted to experience a sense of adventure, he had wanted to go and explore.

The only problem was-- "Ooft" he had walked straight into someone and fallen -bottom first- onto the floor. Dobby looked up to see who he had walked into. It was a man. His brown hair was close cropped; he was wearing a navy blue burgundy v-necked t-shirt, a medium-length leather coat with big lapels, hard-wearing black uniform pants, and strong leather boots.

The man looked down at Dobby and gave the House-Elf a soft, apologetic smile before lending a hand to him, a simple word, "Sorry" and Dobby's eyes grew wide.

"You is being nice to Dobby. Dobby is walking into you and you is being kind to Dobby?! Harry Potter is showing Dobby such kindness, is you knowing Harry Potter?" The man chuckled softly before helping the grateful creature up and crouching down so that they could both be eye-to-eye.

"No, I don't think I've met him. Great bloke though, Harry James Potter." The man answers the elfs question before taking what the creature had said before about never knowing such kindness into consideration. "Maybe you haven't met enough nice people. Tell you what, come travel with me and we'll meet all sorts of kind people."

Dobby's huge green orbs widened impossibly, happy for the offer and overwhelmed with the kindness that the strange man had shown. "Who is you?" Dobby inquired.

"I'm the Doctor, I'm a Time Lord, I travel through Time and Space in the TARDIS, that stands for Time and Relative Dimension In Space." The man with the leather jacket said, holding his hand out to the frail elf, "I want you to come travel with me."

The Doctor had been fiddling around with knobs and levers, concealing an amused smile for the elf who was standing at the bottom of the staircase, trembling with both excitement and gratitude. After pressing yet another button, the Doctor finally stopped and gave the ex-house-elf some much needed attention.

"Have a seat Dobby." His ears grew while he grinned in amusement at the elf whose his eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets. However, instead of sitting, the House-elf let out a whine before hyperventilating a tad.

"No, no, no. Dobby must not sit! Dobby must show Mr the Doctor some kindness." Horror struck the frail creatures face. "Dobby is being most rude!" Suddenly, the Elf had started banging his head against the stair railing whist cursing himself, "Bad Dobby, bad Dobby, very bad Dobby!"

The Doctor had rushed over the small creature as soon as he started hurting himself and pulled said creature back, making him hit air a few times before noticing that he was moved away from the railing.

"Dobby..." the tear-stained house-elf turned to face the Time Lord. "You mustn't harm yourself. You're a free elf now. You can drink the coca that you make, eat hot chips, get a job and spend the money you earn on something you want. A bit boring if you ask me. But that why you're with me isn't it?" Dobby gave a small nod and the Doctor continued to speak, "You are here to get away from boring and straight into adventure!" The Doctor knelt down and gently wiped away the elfs tears. "It's going to be hard but you can do it. You can be a happy elf can't you?" Once more, Dobby gave a small nod, unable to find his voice. So The Doctor spoke for him. "We've landed. Come on. Let's see where she took us."

Dobby's eyebrows knitted together in confusion "Dobby is thinking that Mr the Doctor knew where he is taking Dobby."

"There we go questions!" The Doctor clapped his hands once in joy, grin growing somewhat wider. "Questions are good! Questions mean that you've got your brain going. Good, that's good! Well, the TARDIS and I negotiate. I tell her where I want to be but she takes me where I need to be." Still confused, Dobby looked up quizzically at the man. "See I wanted to go to Earth year two-dash-apple-dash-hut but she probably took us somewhere else." The Doctor gestured the elf to follow him then pulled to open.

"Okay... " Dobby said, perplexed.

"Ah, see? 2005, London." He looked proudly at Dobby who seemed like he was about to faint. "Yeah, I thought that you not asking Doctor Who? Or saying it's bigger on the inside! Was too good to be true." Dobby's mouth resembled a fish making bubbles. "Yes Dobby. My flying phone box does work."

Dobby stepped outside with the Doctor. "What is going to be happening in this year?" The elf asks out of curiosity.

"I know for sure that Huygens probe reveals images of Titan's surface, YouTube is launched, USB flash drives replace floppy drives, and..." The Doctors facial expression darkens, ears shrinking to normal size when he remembers the suicide bombers who killed 56 people. He shook the knowledge of that devastating day (temporarily) out of his head and forcefully plastered a smile on his face. "Fantastic year isn't it?" The confused ex-house-elf's head nodded vigorously.

"Come on then." The Doctor beckoned the elf to move but he hesitated. "What's wrong Dobby?"

Dobbys eyes were still brimmed with tears, "Dobby isn't so sure that he will be a useful elf in Mr the Doctors mission."

The Time Lord winced at the word Mr, "Just the Doctor." He looked softly at the house-elf, "We're just here to have a look about. Besides how are you going to meet all of the nice people if you're just sitting about in the TARDIS?" He asked, starting to walk.

Before Dobby could have an opportunity to answer, there was a deep horning sound, caused by a spaceship which was trailing black smoke as it passed overhead and headed for the city. It narrowly missed Tower Bridge, weaved around St Paul's, then, with a nasty back-fire and a splutter, dived for the Thames, taking out the Clock Tower which (at first glance) looked like the dial was backward but yet (somehow) read 9:58. Big Ben chimed once before the spaceship crashed into the river. The Doctor and watched a plume of black smoke rise into the air on the horizon.

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Authors note:And cue the Doctor Who theme song. Chapters will become longer as I progress, if not then they'll stay around 1000ish words.Special thanks to Wattpads littlemissmalfoy2 for the idea of how the duo can meet.I obviously own nothing! (Except the idea.)