A/N: My first Harry Potter fic. Please R&R! Constructive criticism is not only welcomed, but encouraged!

Harry Potter was playing a game. He called it count-the-number-of-tiny-cracks-in-the-ceiling-and-use-Divination-to-predict-when-the-entire-roof-will-collapse. So far, he'd gotten to 582. Downstairs, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were entertaining their business partners, Mr. and Mrs. Mason. He could hear high-pitched giggling coming from their general direction and hoped it hadn't been emitted from Dudley's mouth.

"Petunia's been dying to tell you about that American plumber joke!" Vernon rumbled. His wife tittered in response.

Harry tuned them out and was planning on falling asleep, until his stomach let out a growl. He sighed, and wondered if he could sneak into the kitchen for a midnight snack after the Masons left.

The rest of the evening passed in relative uneventfulness. Occasionally, Harry could hear some forced laughter and idle chit-chat, but he supposed that was how dinners with a boss went. After all, at least he hadn't caused an uproar by showing up downstairs, making any suspicious noises, or using his magic. He rather thought he should be proud of himself.

Soon enough, there was a round of goodbyes and polite farewells, and Vernon's feet began their thudding and predictable path up the stairs. He stood in the doorway of Harry's room and gave Harry what could only be described as a pleased glare.

"Boy," he said gruffly, "tomorrow you'll be mowing and watering the lawn. Don't use your freaky powers in front of the neighbors or you'll regret it."

Without waiting for an answer, Vernon stomped away, and Harry found himself nodding at the wall. When he realized that, he stopped nodding quite quickly. He got up, turned out the lights, and tucked himself in.

Slowly but surely, the lights in the Dursley house all blinked out as the breathing of its occupants slowed, asleep. By midnight, the entire neighborhood was shrouded in an overall uniform darkness.

Harry blinked woozily as the weird whooshing noise got louder. He pulled the blanket over his ears, but a bluish light permeated his eyelids. Why wouldn't that car just drive away? Then, he sat up in the covers, finally awake. He strained his ears as the whooshing blessedly softened. That certainly wasn't a noise that a car could make.

He stood up, turned the door handle quietly, and tiptoed down the stairs. As he reached the front door, he glanced down at the doormat out of habit; he was still spooked by the time last year when he had stepped on Uncle Vernon's face.

Outside, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. The streetlamps were benevolently glowing beacons out in the gloom, no one was peeking suspiciously into the road like he was, and there was no car with blue headlights. Harry was almost willing to go inside and out of the cold until It caught his eye.

There was something abnormal on his street. For on the corner nearest to Number 4 Privet Drive, there was a box. Not a cardboard box, but a blue box.

A blue police call box.

Harry walked barefoot halfway onto the street just to get a better view as to what was going on. The doors to the police box burst open and a myriad colors of light shafted onto the ground. Yellows, blues, greens and purples.

"You told me you'd take me to a planet!" a feminine voice exclaimed from inside.

"This is a planet. Earth's a planet!"

"Yes, but…"

There were two people on the street with Harry now. One was a ruffled, dark-brown haired man wearing a brownish jacket and a red bowtie. The other was a young red-haired woman who looked oddly familiar. They both gaped at Harry, who gaped back.

"Mum?"

"Er...," Harry's 'mom' trailed off, not knowing how to kindly break to the little boy that she was not his mother.

Obviously, as in all uncomfortable situations, Mr. Bowtie (as Harry had dubbed him) knew exactly how to make things better. Though if you asked 'Mum' she'd say that he only knew how to mess things up.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Mr. Bowtie walked over to Harry confidently, bent down, and looked into his eyes. Then, he licked his right index finger and stuck it in the air, as though it would tell him something. It certainly did appear to do so. "It's in the 1800s, isn't it?" he asked. Harry shook his head numbly. "1850s? No, not even close? Early 2100s? 1960s? I'm getting warm, aren't I?"

"It's 1992," Harry said, finally having unstuck his mouth and overcome his initial shock.

"Oh," Bowtie responded. "So that means you're Harry Potter?"

"Yes, I am," Harry frowned. "How do you know who I am? Are you a wizard too?"

"A wizard of sorts. We travel in time and space, bending the fabric of the very universe with the TARDIS," Bowtie answered and tried to smile mysteriously, but ended up looking silly instead.

"Glamorous much?" 'Mum' remarked dryly.

"So who exactly are you?" Harry asked, looking at the strangers who had arrived in a box.

"I'm the Doctor," Bowtie replied with a hint of pride.

"I'm Amy Pond," 'Mum' said, and Harry's face fell.

"How do you know me? And why are you here? Surely if you can travel in 'time and space' you'd be wherever you wanted to be, and this place isn't exactly important," Harry questioned, turning to the Doctor.

"I already know you, you don't know me, but you will know me," the Doctor smiled, and Harry's head spun. "As for why we're here, that's a question we can't answer now, but will answer when we have enough data. In other words, we don't know either and we're just trying to confuse you so you think we know even though we don't really know. Will you invite us in?"

"I don't think I should. The Dursleys are sleeping and I don't want to wake them up."

"Then you can come in," the Doctor grinned, taking it all in stride. Harry glanced at the box doubtfully. It might be a TARDIS, whatever that was, but it didn't look very big. "Lemon drop?" the Doctor asked, holding out a sweet. He winked, as if this was an inside joke.

"What about me? Lemon drop for me?" Amy cried, pouting.

"No thanks," Harry declined.

"That's a shame," the Doctor pocketed the sweet. "You'll like them so much when you're thirty-six."

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