Procuring a Professor for Potter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any related characters and/or concepts belong to JK Rowling and/or Bloomsbury and Scholastic Publishing companies and/or Warner Brothers Studios. Likewise I do not own Doctor Who, any related characters and/or concepts belong to the BBC. I am a mere Fanfiction writer with far too much time on her hands.
Spoilers: Post Stolen Earth, no Journey's End, and AU where Rose and the Meta stayed. Set after "Forming Family" and "Tiny Traveler".
Prologue:
Harry Potter was a very bright boy, as a Time Lord his mind was developing far quicker than a Human's and he could grasp concepts far faster than any Human child his age. This meant that although he loved learning he tended to burn through material at an extremely accelerated pace.
He, at the age of three Earth years, was already reading, in both English and Gallifreyian, at Lower Sixth Form level or the equivalent, was working his way through Algebra, having already mastered Earth Geometry, was studying Earth Biology, and when Uncle Moony's and Uncle Padfoot's schedules allowed, was already in the third year level of the History of Magic and Care of Magical Creatures classes taught at Hogwarts.
And while he had an incredible family, who could teach him almost anything he'd ever need, they had jobs and couldn't always free when it was time for his lessons.
Elsy was a very good caretaker when his parents were imprisoned, detained, being hailed as gods, or elsewise held up on whatever planet they had landed on for the day but she was not a teacher, at least not the kind Harry wanted and needed.
However, The Doctor and Rose were far ahead of him, discussing how they could hire a live-in teacher.
Recently it was all they talked about, batting ideas back and forth like a shuttlecock in a game of badminton. The main problem was their life; what person would consent to teach a hyper-intelligent magical alien child while being dragged through time and space and facing dangers few ever faced?
But, they had conceded that it needed to be done and soon or Harry might suffer. So they sent out the call, scrounging up every favor they were owed, every debt. Across time and space, they put out the advert that they were looking for a teacher or two.
So, it came time to interview the candidates. Armed with the Truth Potion, Veritaserum, its' antidote and airtight legal contracts they began.
