This is something that has been working in my mind for awhile now. It's basically a Harry Potter, Doctor Who, and Abhorsen/ Old Kingdom Series (whichever one you know it by) crossover, none of which I own. In this Harry finds out that he is the next Abhorsen and the Doctor is helping him get rid of the sudden influx of Dead and Free Magic creatures, all the while keeping up with his own alien adventures throughout time and space. I'm not sure how this is going to work out, or even if it will be enjoyable, but this is something that has never been done before and I'd like to take a stab at it. So please no flames and just try it.
Harry looked at the door for a few moments longer and strained his ears for any more sounds. He heard the Dursleys get into the car and drive off. He waited another ten minutes, lying still, listening incase someone had forgotten something and needed to come back and get it. No one came.
Harry swung his legs over the side and stood up. Hedwig was out hunting for the night and wouldn't be back until morning. He scoped around the desk and saw the letters lying there. On the bottom of the pile, were the letters from the ministry and Mr. Weasley. On top of those where the letters from Ron and Hermione. He scoffed at them; they were so unhelpful and purposely altered, by orders of Dumbledore. The man was insufferable. Why keep information from the person who was saving the damn Wizarding World all of the time? Speaking of which, why the hell was he always the one saving it? Wasn't Dumbledore the most powerful wizard since Merlin? For some strange reason, it was beginning to feel like his headmaster was trying to put him in these situations on purpose and letting him take whatever the consequence for it.
However, his musings didn't last him long. His stomach decided to pronounce to him that he was hungry. He sighed and walked to the door. Though his uncle had locked it, Harry had found out a way to open it without the use of magic or lock picks. He had found out about a week ago that while the outside portions of the house were very recently put in, the interior construction was in rather bad condition. Harry gave it about another two years or so before it started showing, but it was there, if you knew where to look. Combined with the fact that Dudley had continuously slammed the door to his second bedroom, when he had still owned it, the door was actually not very sturdy and amazed Harry that it was still in one piece. The point of all this is that Harry discovered that if he knocked and banged on the door in the correct sequence, he could open the locks at will. All he was pretty much doing was jarring the locks, and eventually opening them. To close them, he attached draw strings to the outside locks so that when he went back into the room, he could lock it from the inside.
He arrived at the door and punched it in the center once, then twice near both hinges. Next, he banged on the backs of the locks that where located in the actual door. Lastly, he gave the bottom
door a good kick and he was rewarded with several soft clicks, as the locks slid out of their holes that where drilled through the door's molding. (1)
He opened the door and attached the draw strings on the outside locks, in case he needed to get into his room in a hurry, and then closed it. He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen and pulled out some of the dinner for that night. He picked out only a tiny bit from anything, so that nothing would be missed. He ate heartily, knowing that this would be the last decent meal he would have in a while. He washed the plate and fork and put them both back into the cabinet and decided on a walk outside. It was boring being the only person in number four; he reckoned that he had about two hours or so before they came back. He checked his back pocket, felt that his wand was still there and exited the Dursley's home.
He passed through the tunnel where he and Dudley had been attacked by Dementors and walked past it to the park. He sat down on the swing that Dudley and his gang still hadn't managed to break off and looked around. The park looked relatively the same and completely normal. Except…
Harry frowned at the fence that led to a small wood.(2) 'That wasn't there before.' The fence had a huge hole in it, as if something decided to take a bite out of it. He abandoned his swing, embraced the Gryffindor within and went to take a closer look. Even before he was twenty feet away, a metallic tang (3) invaded his nostrils and made him gag. Suddenly eating that dinner wasn't such a good idea. He managed not to throw up, but he began to debate whether or not he should continue walking forward or not. He would have debated no, if it was not for the magic that he felt pulsating around the area. It was not like anything he had ever felt before, almost like a different kind of magic: free and unconstrained.
Harry walked the remaining distance now struggling more than ever to not vomit where he was standing. When he got to the fence, he saw that it wasn't cut or crushed like he would have thought. It was burned straight through.
He reached out to touch the fence and drew his hand back hurriedly. On the edges, there was some kind of liquid that looked sticky and clear. Harry concluded that it looked almost like saliva and it was fresh, so whatever had done this was probably still around. He turned back again to examine the saliva drew back again with a startled yelp.
This time the saliva dripped and was burning a hole in the ground, sizzling as it went. 'Acidic spit?' Harry thought, horrified. 'That's definitely not normal, even for a wizard.'
Now his mind was screaming at him to turn back and call someone for help, but he stayed rooted to the spot. The magic was stronger through the fence, this much he knew. Somehow, he had to find out what was causing it and stop it. His chest suddenly felt very light, as if there was something missing. He ignored this feeling.
He gathered up his courage and walked through the fence, careful to mind the saliva dipped edges and any falling drops. He saw nothing when he was on the other side and walked forward into the wood. Hesitantly, he took out his wand and held it steadily in front of him. He started to
murmur Lumos but thought better of it at the last second. Harry realized that the last thing he needed was anything to give away his position. So he walked blindly on, using the half full moon as a light source. It bathed everything in an eerie, waxy glow, and helped him find the lead he was looking for. Some of the trees had fresh holes in their mighty trunks, and were dripping with the same saliva from the fence. He walked on.
As Harry continued, his feet unconsciously began to follow a familiar path of dirt that be followed many years ago on a school trip to the wood. Harry had wandered off from the group and had taken this very same path, and it had led him to a clearing. The teacher had completely freaked out and gave Harry a weeks worth of detention. When Harry and Dudley had returned home that night, Harry had spent nearly a week in his cupboard with hardly any food, only to earn him another week of detention for the one he missed.
He snapped out of his musings when he realized that he was in the clearing. There was nothing there. Harry sighed, somehow he had expected more. It was when he started to turn around, however, that he realized that something was really, really wrong.
There was no sound.
There was nothing: no bugs, no sounds of scurrying feet on the grass, no wind that whispered to people and the trees. Nothing. It was as if someone had turned off any and all noise. The worst part was that Harry felt as though he was being watched… by something that he didn't want to meet.
He took a step forward and realized his mistake too late. His foot stepped on a twig and it snapped, making a horribly loud echo throughout the clearing. Right then, the awful metallic tang from the fence returned, overwhelming his senses. He staggered for a moment and realized that the creature that had made the hole had come back for a meal. A meal named Harry.
Author's Note: There is no dialogue. For the first two or three chapters, and possibly some random chapters after that, there will be no dialogue. There will be some soon, but right now, As Harry is the only person in the fic, words are kind of pointless and this doesn't include his thoughts. The Doctor comes in the next fic.
1) Its a bit corny, but it sort of works, and Harry's smart enough to figure it out on his own
2) I know that there is no wood near there, but it's AU, so go with me
3) The metallic tang is used to describe Free Magic, which Harry finds out about later.
