Doctor Who and the Hogwarts Express
'Disclaimer; none of the characters are mine, they are either rights of J.K Rowling or the BBC, however as it's just fanfiction i'm pretty sure I'm okay to use it. Thanks'
The TARDIS juddered as Doctor was knocked off of his feet. This wasn't the first time that his old time companion had failed to make a soft landing, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
"One of these days 'ey old girl?" he said to no one in particular.
It had been some time since Donna had left him, and not of her own choice. The message of the Ood was ominous yet coming ever closer, so the Gallifreyan traveller was once again on his own. Sometimes he wished that he could live a normal life, just to be granted the human joy of staying in one place with the same set of people. But the Doctor couldn't have that life. Not since he made his choice to steal the TARDIS in the first place. He had been granted that small exile/holiday back in the 1970's, but who'd want to be stuck there for very long?
"Let see what you've got for me then" he boomed, his voice echoing off of all the TARDIS walls. He flung open the dark blue doors, to be suddenly, and unexpectedly, covered in smoke! He spluttered and ventured out into the source of the haziness. There he stood on a train platform, a gorgeous scarlet train reading 'Hogwarts Express' and bearing the school emblem right in front of him. The TARDIS had seemingly landed in the wind direction of the funnel, and as he stepped out of his time machine he managed to further analyse his surroundings. He did love to analyse. It was a glorious pastime.
The platform number read 9 ¾ and around him were parents and children pushing trolleys carrying numerous suitcases and the occasional owl. All of the children, young and old, had begun boarding the train, parents kissing them goodbye for the year ahead. It was a scene that the Doctor was all too familiar with, for all of the wrong reasons.
"No… but…this place… NOOO!" was all he could amount to. The man who can talk for the universe was left speechless. A man who had encountered Dickens, Shakespeare and one hundred other writers was immersed in the wizarding world of one of his favourite book series. Harry Potter.
While still awestruck, and his brain attempting to understand how this could be real, he overheard a voice that had been in his mind for years. "It won't be long, and you'll be going to."
"Oh, you are joshing me!" the Doctor burst out.
That is how the story of Harry Potter meeting the Doctor began…