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For the crossover challenge!
It was an absolutely perfect Saturday. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the streets were mercifully empty of people, and he was on his way to the store to buy the baby some juice. At that moment, he felt that nothing could ruin his joyous mood… well, nothing except for a giant blue box materializing out of nowhere on the street in front of him.
Harry took in a deep breath and sighed. His many years of experience in getting into all sorts of silly scrapes told him that this could very well be the start of an Adventure. One full of peril and danger, too, if he judged correctly, which he always did. After all, any wizard foolhardy enough to simply fling his conveyance into existence on a public Muggle street had to have a rather strange notion of risk. Must be some kind of freak, he thought to himself. But that's okay. I can handle freaks, since I'm Harry Potter.
The box's front door suddenly opened, and out walked a tall, gangly sort of fellow, followed by a tall redhead, and another chap who somehow seemed an awful lot like Ron. It could be the nervous twitchiness, or the jealous protectiveness towards the woman, or the underlying yet patently obvious resentment he had towards what was clearly the Hero of the group, or… well, he'd already lost interest. "What are you doing?" he shouted to the group. "You could've squished me! Don't you know who I am?"
"No, I don't believe I do," said the gangly fellow.
"Oh, you must be foreigners then."
"I suppose you could say that. So, who are you then?"
"I'm Harry Potter. And who are you?"
"Oh, I'm the Doctor, and I'm here with Mr. and Mrs. Pond."
"Well then, Doctor, I'll have you know that here in Wizarding Britain, you can't just materialize your box there out in public like this. If the Ministry finds out, you'll be up for at least five infractions in three different departments…"
"Wizarding Britain?" asked the Doctor with no small amount of glee. "Oh, you must be one of those!" He took a rather oddly shaped… wand out of his jacket pocket and started… scanning him.
"One of what?" Harry asked in confusion.
"One of a group of travelers who came to this planet a thousand years ago when their home planet was destroyed by an experiment gone awry. I'm not sure that I remember the details, but I do think it had something to do with a lemon, a space chicken, and a bag of jelly babies…"
"What?" Harry shouted, unable to believe his ears.
"Oh yes, it was a very terrible tragedy, but don't worry! Your people came to this planet, and used their marvelous powers over matter, space, and time to shapeshift into a form more pleasing to the local life so that they could mate with them and continue their species. And from the looks of it, you're still thriving today! How wonderful!" He leaned in and looked Harry straight in the eye. "That's right. You're an alien, Harry."
And then he could do no more than scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAArrrrrrrgh… Oh, it was just a dream."
"Another nightmare, dear?"
"Yeah, a bad one."
"What was it this time?"
"I dreamt that this wizard came out of a big blue box and told me that I was a shapeshifting alien. And he had this weird metal retractable wand with a glowing bulb that buzzed when he pressed it…"
"Is that supposed to be a metaphor for something?"
"Erm, I don't think so."
"Anyway, it sounds like a rather tame nightmare to me. I liked that one where you were attacked by a giant Japanese rabbit named Chappy better."
"Me too."
"And I wish you wouldn't scream so loudly. It might wake up the baby."
"Sorry."
"Well, we can talk about this in the morning. Night, Harry."
"Night, Draco."
