Hey Readers! Ok, consider this as a WARNING: This fic was written by my friend and I on facebook as a complete joke. It's probably full of errors, but I won't go in and fix them as I am very tired. To those of you looking for a legit fic, this is not it. But it's a laugh all the same :)

As always, ENJOY!

Disclaimer: My friend and I do not own the Doctor, or Harry Potter or characters who you may have read about or watched on the telly. However, Cho Wei is ours. So BACK OFF. :) kidding.

The Adventures of Harry Potter, the Doctor, and Cho Wei

"Harry awoke with a jolt, scar prickling. He ripped aside his bed-curtains and stared in amazement at what lay beyond. The giant blue box clashed shockingly with the bedroom's scarlet and gold decor, and Harry first thought that this was some sort of Ravenclaw prank.. or maybe even a gift from Cho! He opened the door hesitantly and stepped inside a surprisingly massive room. An oddly dressed man with bitchin' hair looked at him expectantly, eyebrows raised. Harry felt sure that the man was waiting for him to say something. "Nice extension charm!" Harry said at last, impressed. "But is it Undetectable?"

"Uh, no. Not really, no. It's actually just bigger on the inside... And excuse me, but who exactly are you?"
"I'm Harry fucking Potter! The Boy-er-Man Who Lived. Who might YOU be?"
"Well, I'm the Doctor. Just The Doctor."
"Brilliant. So did Cho send you?"
"Cho... Cho... Cho Wei? She's a lovely girl. Met her in 1963. Brilliant really. She made excellent stir fry... of course it was nothing on fish fingers and custard, but all the sam-"
"Wrong Cho. I'm talking about Cho Chang. Ya know... she's really fit. And she's Chinese... I think...and she's got the most gorgeous hair and-"
"All right, stop while you're ahead Mr. Potter. Now let's talk about your name. Put two common names together and BAM! a whole new name. I know this boy who's name is Harry Potter. Except a character in these books by J.K. Rowling, and his name is Harry Potter. He's called The Boy Who Lived and he's got an epic story. You sure you're not related?"
"Positive. I'm alive, aren't I? Not pressed in some stupid book."
"Yes... you're quite... alive..."
Just then a loud noise startled the pair of them. It sounded curiously like the rustling of paper. The kind of rustling you hear when you turn the pages of a
"BOOK! Oh look at me, I'm old and thick! What've I got a head for? I'm so thick! Harry, you ARE the Boy Who Lived. We're in your story RIGHT now."
"But...that's not possible!"
"Oh yes it is. Anything's possible with my TARDIS."
"Is that supposed to be a joke? Because if it was, that's just bloody messed up, mate."
"What?"
"What?"

That's all we had folks. Perhaps a WIP, but don't count on it :D

~tasha and Sonya Bennet-Brandt