The Rock of Rassilon
Author's Note: This may not seem to be, but is DEFINITELY canon with my other fanfic. Don't ask why – Spoilers!
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Harry Potter.
Spoilers: Doctor Who possibly up to Aliens in London, Harry Potter up to the Prisoner of Azkaban.
An old man with a sweeping silver beard pulled a silver cigarette lighter from his pocket. He clicked it twelve times, sucking all the lights from the street lamps. Albus Dumbledore, which I'm sure you have guessed is this man's name, pocketed the lighter and set off down the street towards Number Four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. When he reached the house, he sat down on the wall and spoke to a tabby sitting there next to him.
"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."
The tabby cat transformed into a severe-looking woman in an emerald cloak, with black hair tied up in a bun.
"And you too, Doctor. Yes I know you're there."
A man in a black leather jacket stepped out of a blue police box with a blonde-haired girl standing next to him. They both looked absolutely astounded to see the professors sitting on the wall.
"Oh my god it's Dumbledore! And Professor McGonagall!" the cries came out quickly. Dumbledore raised his wand and the cries died out. He then went up to the Doctor and held out his hand. The Doctor looked slightly perplexed but shook it.
"I trust by your blank looks you have not seen us before?" Dumbledore asked.
The Doctor said yes. "To tell the truth, I have not seen you before like this. I gather from our discussions back then, and the very helpful guide, that you are a past incarnation?"
The Doctor nodded. Dumbledore clicked the cigarette lighter. The light from the TARDIS dimmed momentarily, and then lit up again.
"Backup power. The TARDIS takes artron energy from the rest of the universe, so it's pretty hard to turn it off." The Doctor moved back to the doors. "I can, however, do this." He closed them.
"Most effective," said Dumbledore. "Sherbet lemon?" The Doctor and Rose took one each. Professor McGonagall declined. The Doctor told them his reason for coming. "I got a TARDIS distress call from here. I tried to land but was swept away by a powerful force. Do you know what this could possibly be?"
Dumbledore did not reply immediately, but his eyes filled with tears. Professor McGonagall comforted him. The Doctor looked perplexed, but knew now was not the time to interrupt.
"You gave James Potter a TARDIS distress signaller. And the other three. If only you had come sooner, you could have saved them. But without the mother's sacrifice, what would this mean for the wizarding world?" Dumbledore sat there, head in hands.
"So Lily Potter sacrificed herself for Harry?" Professor McGonagall also began to sob, quietly. The Doctor looked at them, and then began to speak. "An old magic, instated on Gallifrey in the old days. As a matter of fact I gave the commanding order, being President of the High Council at the time. I only wish things could turn out differently, but the timeline is now fixed... where is the boy, incidentally?"
"Hagrid's bringing him," replied Dumbledore. "As a matter of fact, he's late."
"And you think it's wise to trust Hagrid with him?" Professor McGonagall said.
"I would trust Hagrid with my life," Dumbledore replied.
As he said this the sound of a motorbike was faintly heard. The Doctor looked down the street but there was nothing. Rose, who had read the books more recently, looked up at the sky, and pulled the Doctor into the TARDIS a second before a flying motorbike touched down, right where they were a second previously.
"Hagrid. At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?" Dumbledore asked, looking at it with interest and recognition.
"Borrowed it from young Sirius Black. I've got him, sir."
Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall bent over the bundle of blankets to look at the little baby boy. The Doctor and Rose came out to look at him too. Under his jet-black hair they could see a curious cut, like a bolt of lightning.
"Is that where..."
The Doctor nodded, and said, "A curse scar like that will remain forever. And anyway, it's better that we leave it. It will turn out to be one of his greatest assets in times to come."
"I suppose we'd better get this over with," Dumbledore said. He took Harry from Hagrid and walked up to the front door of the house, lying him down. Hagrid gave him a whiskery kiss and then burst into howls of distress. The Doctor and Rose both reached out to calm him down, as Dumbledore took a letter out and tucked it between the folds of the blankets. The five of them moved back to look at it. Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked, and even Dumbledore seemed moved. The Doctor patted Rose on the back as she also looked at Harry, knowing the ten years that would culminate in the first bit of good news for Harry in most of his life.
Finally Dumbledore stood up and told them that they should join the celebrations. Hagrid took the motorbike and kicked it into life, and with a roar it was gone. Professor McGonagall disapparated.
Dumbledore and the Doctor stood by the TARDIS looking at the bundle of blankets.
"Doctor, I suppose Sirius Black will be incriminated for betraying the Potters?"
The Doctor nodded.
"And I suppose that due to his innocence, he will break out again?"
The Doctor nodded yet again. Then he spoke up for the first time since Hagrid arrived.
"I know I have told you a few things, but it is of paramount importance that what will happen does not get out – "
"As you will hear, spoilers." Dumbledore clicked back the streetlamps and looked back at the boy. "Good luck, Harry Potter," he whispered, and then he was gone.
Mr Dursley vaguely heard a wheezing, groaning sound, but dismissing it as nothing, went back to sleep.
A woman in a black cloak strode up another street in Little Whinging, Magnolia Crescent. She dumped the child on the doorstep of an orphanage, as his father was dead. Then she strode back the way she had come. Little did anyone know that this child was to become just as important as the other one, a few streets away.
Author's Note: Please review, I am sure this is better than the last one, but read that too.