Harry sat against the tree in the Hogwarts grounds. The Transfiguration homework he was meant to be doing lay forgotten some three metres away – it was for next term anyway. It was cold and the sunlight was dimming with the day as evening drew closer. The sunset silhouetted Hogwarts school until it was a black shadow looming up ominously.

Harry was bored. Everyone except Ron, Hermione and some lonely first-years had packed their bags and left for the Christmas holidays. Oh, apart from Malfoy unfortunately, Harry's enemy.

At the moment Ron and Hermione were up in Gryffindor common room playing chess, but Harry had not been in the mood to stay and listen to Ron's long-winded speeches of victory, however warm the fire may have been. So after wandering around like a ghost for some time, he had eventually ended up outside in the cold not doing his homework.

Oh, he was bored. If only something, anything could happen.

A blue police box chose that moment to appear out of thin air.

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The Doctor kicked the wall of the Tardis in frustration. Nothing was going right today. First Martha had left, and now his time machine was playing up. It would, wouldn't it. He had absolutely no idea where she had stopped.

After some deliberation and scanning the area with machines from inside for aliens or any danger –The Doctor refused to admit to himself that he was disappointed when he found none – he decided to open the door. It seemed reasonable and was really the only thing he could do. So he did.

'But,' he told the Tardis angrily, 'it's your own fault if it turns out we're at the bottom of an ocean, sinking like stones. And I daresay if we are you would just have to choose somewhere like the Belgetrax Ocean, Port 1.89, with your twisted sense of humour.'

He then stopped himself as he realised he was starting to make not a whole lot of sense, and got back to the long-winded task of opening that god-forsaken door.

Luckily, they weren't at the bottom of the Pacific or Belgetrax, but in some pretty (wait, he was manly, he didn't say pretty… oh, never mind) grounds of a huge castle. The Doctor looked at it suspiciously. He had heard that Arkabar Sea manifested itself in strange forms, and he was growing rather attached to the idea of an ocean.

Looking around for any sign of life, he saw a human boy about fourteen some way away with an expression of exceptional surprise and bewilderment. Ah good. He could ascertain his location – somewhere on Earth.

The Doctor made his way over to the teenage boy cheerfully. The boy stared at him.

'Who are you?' asked the Doctor, hoping this would give him some clue as to where he was, other than what planet, which if he was honest, was rather vague.

'Who are you?' The boy replied. He had black hair and a scar on his forehead. An average boy, it seemed. 'I'm… well, I'm Harry Potter.' Abruptly he looked at the Doctor with a sort of resigned expectation, though the Time Lord wasn't sure why.

'Well, Hello I'mwellI'mHarryPotter. I'm the Doctor.'

Harry looked at him with a new air of surprise and renewed suspicion.

'Doctor who?'

-Guys, I wrote this when I was in Yr 5, so it will be short and crazy. I thoroughly understand if you people don't like it. Warning: This will get MUCH crackier in the later chapters. Think dancing Daleks. Oh yes. Proceed with extreme caution, my dear bemused readers. *cue evil laughter*