A/N: Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Doctor Who. They are owned by J.K. Rowling and the BBC respectively.

I have recently gotten into Doctor Who and I was looking for some good crossovers for DW/HP. I didn't find very many which caught my interest. Anyway this plot got into my head and I couldn't get it out so I decided to have my very first attempt at a fanfic be this.

Prologue Part 1:

November 1, 1979

Godric's Hollow was a quaint, usually peaceful magical neighborhood. They had a very strong knit community and everyone got along with each other. This is the reason why Lilly and James decided that this would be the best place to start their family. On this night, however, starting a family was the furthest thing from Lilly's mind.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Lilly screamed at her husband of only a week. He tried to tread closer to his wife but she pointed her wand straight at him. "I can't BELIEVE you would do this to me!" she exclaimed as her voice broke down into tears. She shook her head trying to look anywhere but him. Her voice lowered to a barely audible quiver that shook James to his very core, "I-I c-can't believe you would do this to us."

She looked up at James so that he could see the raw emotion shining through her eyes. The anger, the betrayal, and the hurt all meshed together; trying to make James feel the pain he had caused her.

"I-It was a stupid mistake Lilly. She didn't mean anything to me." he stated, the shame and regret clear in James's voice. "I was drunk, and I wasn't thinking…"

Lilly's voice turned cold, "You weren't thinking? So you weren't fucking thinking when you decided to throw our LIFE and our FUTURE straight down the gutter!"

"I…"

"I can't do this James…" she whispered as she headed toward the front door. "I'm leaving."

"Lilly, please" James pleaded as he grabbed her hand, "Please, can we try to work this out? You leaving would destroy me. I love you!" He exclaimed.

She turned around and looked at him as her hand touched the door handle, "You don't do this to the people you love." Yanking her hand out of his, she opened the door and slammed it shut, wandering out into the conflictingly calm night.

She stalked out of the house, intent on making it to Alice's so that she could bawl her eyes out away from any reminder of her newly broken marriage. She didn't understand how he could do something like this. She thought they had developed an unbreakable bond with one another. How could he just throw that away just three days before their wedding? How could he just throw her away? They had gone through so much together. How could she live knowing that she still loved him? As she crossed the anti-apparition wards surrounding the land the house was built on, she knocked into a stranger, sending them both crashing down into the ground.

Unable to hold in the heartache any longer, and barely aware of her own surroundings, she broke down into tears. The raggedy looking stranger got up, rubbing his head in the process. His glazed over eyes barely recognized the crying woman in front of him. Suddenly, as if a perception filter had been turned off, his brain comprehended the almost hysterical women.

His thoughts turned inward, silently cursing evolution for making tear ducts. He was never able to deal with crying women. This was compounded with his drunken state as he awkwardly tried to put his right arm around her in a loose hug whilst holding his bottle of Sontaran spirits firmly in his left hand.

"There, there," he started, struggling to figure out why this woman was crying so profusely. "Surely, you didn't fall down that hard miss. Can you tell me where you're hurt?"

"I-It's-s-not f-from the fall," she managed to get out through the tears, "I-I don't want to think about it anymore." She continued, calming herself down very slightly.

He retracted his arm and sat down beside her, his elbows on his knees. He could certainly understand that feeling. His thoughts retreated back to his impending death. He was told of it by Doctor River-Song, on the eve of his last meeting with her, but had dismissed it at the moment and pushed it out of his mind. He wanted his last night with the last person he would ever love to be special and untainted by the usual chaos surrounding his life. But that was months ago, and her description of his death had resurfaced into the forefront of his mind.

It was a very unsettling thing to be faced with the absolute knowledge of one's own death. Yes, he had been in fatal situations before, but that was always in a very heated moment with adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had also always had the regeneration cycle as a comforting fall back, most of the time. Knowing, however, that he was days from his own self-orchestrated death had proven to be too much knowledge for the Time Lord. He drove himself deeper and deeper into a drunken stupor.

Shaking his head and clearing his thoughts, he held the bottle in front of her. "Spirits?" He asked in a gentle voice.

She took hold of the bottle and let her head fall back, taking a huge swig of the very strong alien drink. She covered he mouth as she coughed a little bit, trying to keep the cold, yet burning liquid down. "Thank you," she said, instantly feeling the numbing affect of the alcohol though she still felt a painful ache in her chest.

"I recently learned something. Something…" he paused for a while here, "Something that I, in all honestly, thought would be a very long time from now. Ever since I found out it's like… it's like my future has been ripped out from under me. The surprising thing though, is how gripping the fear actually is, when I know I… someone like me shouldn't fear this."

Without knowing why, The Doctor started divulging to her all of his fears and thoughts on the subject of his death, on who he was and who he had been. Maybe, with his end coming near, he wanted someone to know of his whole story. Maybe he wanted someone to see that he was not just this all knowing, powerful being, that he was in fact, on his most basic emotional level, human. Regardless, time churned forward at a snail's pace as he took comfort in talking to someone. This in turn compelled Lilly to divulge her problems and secrets to him. The Doctor sat back and listened to her story, perhaps the last tragically human story he would ever hear and he cherished that moment.

Hours later the bottle of spirits was empty, all of the talking was finished, and all that was left was their need for physical comfort. Spurred on by the alcohol, physical comfort turned into fervent touching. For Lilly it was a mission to dull the overwhelming pain in her heart by seeking comfort in someone else's touch. For the doctor it was a desperate attempt to feel the closeness of another being one last time. Somehow, The Doctor led them into the bedroom of his TARDIS all while trying desperately to feel each other more and more.

The Doctor woke up to a very loud screeching sound coming from the TARDIS. He blearily opened his eyes and suddenly remembered the night before. He jerked his head to the left only to see an empty spot on the bed. He reached a hand over and felt a warm spot where she had been. The screeching noise sounded again, this time more persistent. He sighed as he got out of bed and made his way over to the main control room.

Last night was a huge mistake! He had slept with a married woman. Never had he done something so impetuously rash in his thousand years in this universe. He truly hoped that he didn't become the final crack in a breaking marriage. However, it was too late to do anything about it he thought, in a very rare, resigned mindset, as he arrived at the main console.

He looked at the screen on the main control panel to ascertain what was wrong with the TARDIS. He scratched his head in confusion, watching as the TARDIS showed him a video recording of Lilly leaving the ship. He was still a little confused as to why she showed absolutely no surprise that his TARDIS was bigger on the inside. There was very little chance she had seen it before as he would be too dead for a future self to meet her. Then the TARDIS showed him something that stopped his train of coherent thought dead in its tracks. The screen displayed a positive pregnancy scan of one Lilly Potter.

"Bugger."

A/N: Well, there you have it. Please tell me what you think. Should I continue to develop this or should I just scrap it?