Heyy fanfictioners this my new HP/Doctor Who story hope you enjoy. I have written this story along with my friend, TotallyCrazy-TotallyAwesome, the mind behind most of the Doctor Who parts in this story. So I have a game for you, if you can recognise where my writing ends and hers starts then you win a prize, JK Rowling… you won't win a prize sorry if I upset you. Well Enjoy.

Why me? Why did they have to take Fred from me? He was my twin; together we were the Weasley twins. It was never Fred Weasley and George Weasley; it was Fred and George, Gred and Feorge, brothers. It was never supposed to end like this; Fred was never supposed to die. So, now as I stare at my reflection in the window of that muggle shop a year on from the wizarding war, I wish I could go back in time to may 2nd 1998 and save Fred. I was meant to be heading to the burrow tonight for dinner but I don't know if I want to see everyone and the looks on their faces when I enter. The looks of sadness as they too, remember Fred.

I had to stop looking at my reflection. Spinning around on my heels, not watching where I was going, I crashed into someone.

"Oh sorry" I said on the ground.

I looked to see a man seemingly in his mid to late twenties. He had a baby like face, long brown hair with a fringe pushed to one side, which flopped into his eyes underneath almost non-existent eye brows. He was wearing a white button up shirt topped with a red bowtie and a brown tweed blazer, which underneath I could see red braces.

"The apologies mine" the man said stretching a hand out for me. "I'm The Doctor"

"Doctor who?" I acquired accepting his hand.

"Good question, very good question the answer" he paused "I don't know"

That is odd, a man who doesn't know his own name, but I guess I had heard stranger things.

"I'm George- Weasley" I paused sadly realising that Fred's name wasn't going to follow.

"Well it's nice to meet you George Weasley but I must be off. Place to go, people to see, aliens to see actually not people, well I suppose they are people but not the type of people you're thinking of." He said almost too fast for me to hear what he was saying. Then he ran off back down the road. That I think was the oddest thing I have ever encountered and I make odd things. So of course I had too followed him.