A Doctor, A Hero, A Enemy, A Friend And A Blue Box.

Chapter 1

(A.N.) This Is My First Ever FanFiction Story.

I DO NOT OWN DOCTOR WHO OR HARRY POTTER HOWEVER MUCH I MIGHT WISH I DID.

This is Set Before America And After Series 5 With The Pandorica And The Big Bang Playing An Important But Not Crucial Part In This Story Mainly The Cracks In Time And How The TARDIS explodes. Ohh And Its Also After The Christmas Carol Episode However Rory Decided Time Travel Wasn't For Him And Went Home On The Understanding That Amy Still Visits Him Every So Often And Yes He Decides To Come Back Before They Go To America.

The TARDIS was humming quietly, The Doctor was resting in his room quite tired, and he was doing some repairs to his Sonic Screwdriver trying to take his mind off the events of The Pandorica.

As The Doctor came out of his room the TARDIS shook violently spinning out of control, as he checked the monitor it showed he was somewhere in Scotland but the wards round this place were unbelievably strong. "Amy get yourself out here now we got a problem!"

"What's happening " asked Amy slidding across the glass floor as the TARDIS shook violently.

"We're hitting wards, and strong ones to; probably better than Gallifrey's citadel dome, remember what I told you last week?"

"Ohh Yea you said nothing could get through and it took six thousand DALEKS twelve days of firing at it for it to crack!" Replied Amy shocked that anything could even come close to Gallifrey's legendary protections.

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Albus Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, thinking about the way his plans were going. His answer to every one asking about how he plans to defeat Voldemort was always some obscure answer that even if you looked at it with a microscope it would make no sense to anyone indeed many thought he was barmy. Suddenly a huge earthquake started to rumble knocking the old headmaster off his chair and onto the floor, something that had not happened for a very long time, and then Fawkes flashed out. Checking the wards he found that they were still up but greatly depleted, it seemed that something had crashed strait into the wards surrounding the ancient castle and grounds. It was definitely small but he could not tell its exact size. Finally the tremors subsided and Dumbledore rose to his feet, and then rushed from his office to replenish the wards then go to the hospital wing and get a strengthening solution to replenish his nearly burnt out magic reserves then bully a house elf for some dinner; all the while trying to think of what could have depleted the wards that much.