The Master is the father of Harry Potter who is seen as evil however a man known as "the doctor" is seen as some sort of savior however are things as they seem? Find out when Harry Potter is invited too "John Smiths Academy"

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Harry Potter, although I wish I did… however all the plot bunnies are mine ALL MINE HA HA HA HA…*cough*

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Prologue

"Property of the John Smith's Academy's library"

-if this account is harmed in any way shape or form their sonic screw drivers will be confiscated for a week. By order of Ms Bat, head librarian

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One night Fifteen years ago, the fall of the master

One of the two TARDIS's left in existence appeared outside Privet Drive, but to any muggle looking out the window an old fashioned street lamp had appeared on the perfect lawn of number 4. This is something any person would call strange but a man stepping out of it was carrying a small child wrapped in a white blanket is somewhat out of the ordinary. This is exactly what squib a woman known as Ms Fig saw and all she could do was press her nose closer against the glass, due to the silence of the night she heard every word spoken.

"'I'm sorry, but his following us, the rift energy leaves a trail and his following it as we speak" the man said to his child which was wrapped in his arms. The man in a dirty suit looked average; it would be easy to let your eyes slip past him even with the tears streaming down his face as he held the child. The child was not crying—he was fascinated by the man in front of him who had shown such a flurry of emotions he did not understand. Slowly the man turned to the child

"Harry, we have to do this very quickly"

His voice was hoarse but he managed to make it seem calm. Already the unmistakable sound of another TARDIS appearing reached his ears

"No"

Was all the master said, he had flown across universes to get here he wasn't going to give up any time soon. He would walk into any situation even if it was only in the name of his son, walk to the gates of death, bravely he stood up against his arch enemy that was treated as a hero after a few lies and deaths.

The only other TARDIS in existence appeared in front of him; it stood at over two meters and leered over the doctor and his child. Its disguise system had broken down century's ago but the old police box seemed harmless, with its peeling paint and old look, the master of course knew better. With his sonic screw driver in one hand and his child in the other he faced down his enemy.

The Doctor stepped out; his name was poorly chosen

"Doctor"

The Master tried to reason

"We use to be friends, we can stop this, you don't have to do this"

He forced a smile at the man that had killed his wife, and now he was planning to kill him and his only son. The doctor was not open for discussion he pulled out the Kava Screwdriver

"Please just spare Harry's life for mercy's sake!"

Finally the doctor looked at the master and his child with his killing device in hand

"Awfully sorry but a child bore by you deserves no mercy"

He continued in a harsh cold voice. The Master's hope faded, the light in his eyes died, his heart stopped beating before the doctor had even pressed that cursed item.

"I will change my name to John Smith…and I will be worshipped as your reputation wilts, goodbye…this is in the name of your savior"

All Harry would consciously remember was a flash of green light and the screams of his father, in his dreams and nightmares however the scene would unravel over and over again, because he survived when he was meant to die which was a curse within its self. To millions of galaxies far beyond his own he would be known as Harry Potter—the boy who lived, not that this would help Harry at this point because he was going to be locked in the night mare of number 4 privet drive for another fifteen years. Before the doctor (John Smith) found him again.

Later, the following morning

On the morning after this fight a man known as Vernon would go off to work but he would pause, the first thing he noticed was an old lamp in the middle of his perfect garden, the second thing he noticed was a child that lay before his feet with the name HARRY POTTER on a letter that was tucked in the white material he lay in

Dear Vernon and Patricia

We have never met but you are the only living relatives of my child, my wife is Patricia's sister. By the time that you are reading this we are both surly dead and we are both certain that you will care for our son to the best of your ability…

With all due respect it is not safe for me to mention my name on paper

P.S, please, give this to our son

It was a small key that showed no certain significance to Vernon and Patricia so they locked it in the bottom draw of the closet in the living room along with the letter itself, as much as they would have loved to deny the fact that this runt of a boy was not at all acquainted with their family there was no doubting the fact that they were related. They only admitted to this after having blood tests, this however by no means inspired them to treat him any better.

TO BE CONTINUED

(Evil piano music in the background)