Chapter one
Harry's POV
A thump echoed through the walls and I awoke in an instant. I threw myself upright, gasping for breath.
What was that? This question spun around my mind like a record.
I knocked my bed sheets aside and launched myself out of bed, tucking my feet into my grey, worn-out slippers.
I tiptoed towards the dormitory door, crept down the stairs and entered the Gryffindor common room. The silence was deadly. I gazed outside into the night sky and watched the full moon glow brighter and brighter. The stars winked at me, one by one. The shrieking of owls and croaking of Neville's toad, Trevor, were suprisingly loud; but everyone was in a deep sleep, so nobody ever noticed.
Suddenly, everything was still and an eerie sensation nipped at the back of my neck. I looked around and behind me stood a tall, blue telephone box. It looked just like the Ministry Of Magic's visitors' entrance that Mr Weasley and I had visited before, but was a bright blue instead of red. I placed a hand on one of the doors, which weakly fell open, and I too, tumbled down with it.
Everything was a blur. My hands scraped against the ground in a search for my glasses. Once located, I gripped them tightly and balanced them neatly on my nose. I blinked into focus and was startled when my eyes revealed to me a stick thin man, wearing a navy blue waist coat and trousers. His hair was a small mess of grey and his eyebrows were very thick and always creased together in an angry expression.
"Hello!" he greeted me, with a strong Scottish accent.
"H-hello?" I stammered.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"H-Harry Potter. Who are you?"
"I'm the Doctor."
"The Doctor?"
"Yes, The Doctor."
"But...Doctor what?"
He burst out laughing. "Ha, ha! Everytime!" He ran back inside laughing.
"What's so funny, Sir?" I questioned him, severely confused.