The Doctor woke up…

The world he found himself in was most definitely not the TARDIS. For one he was on a train…he (after a mild examination of his surroundings) guessed they were not in the 21st Century, the century he actual been aiming for… It was then he realised three other people in the room with him. And to his utmost shock, he recognised them.

Amy, Rory and River sat next to him and opposite, knocked completely out.

But it wasn't the fact they weren't conscious that worried him…it was because they all looked like…eleven year olds…

And (from examining himself) he was for some reason and he seemed to have managed to stay in the same regeneration. So had River.

Then they all started to stir. He of course sent the most reassuringly words he would give in this crisis.

"Whatever you do…don't panic…"

As predicted Pond answered with a dazed Scottish voice, "About what?"

"Um…well…" He may have not managed to think that far ahead.

"Doctor?" Rory asked his gaze fixed on to the Doctor, "Why do you look like an eleven year old?"

"That's not the question you should be asking Rory." The Doctor said.

Rory frowned, "What is the question I'm supposed to be asking?"

"Why are you looking like an eleven year old?" The Doctor said smugly.

Everybody in the room stared at him for a few seconds, before examining themselves. A shocked silence filling the room.

"Sweetie…" River said looking down at her now flat chest. "Why do we all look like eleven year olds?"

"I have no idea," he said gleefully. "But I can say," he carried on, "that whatever has happened… we weren't really de-aged."

"Why would you say that?" Amy asked still not able to comprehend her own lack of female qualities.

"Because me and River have both stayed in our most recent regeneration. You'll think that if we were all de-aged to eleven year olds, we would be our eleven year old selves. We're not. And the fact we all remember being adults is another thing…"

"What do we do now?" Amy asked.

The Doctor looked at of the large window, trees, grass whizzing past as the train they were on raced forward. "We'll wait, until we arrive at our destination…then we should have some proper answers…"


Waiting wasn't one of the Doctor's best qualities…not that he would ever admit it. So after what seem to him, to be hours…he got up and started sifting through everything in the cabin. River and Amy with identical smirks.

"Doctor…" Amy said, still smirking, "What are you doing?"

"Just looking…" he said, pulling out a huge trunk hidden above him. One thing the Doctor forgot was simple his eleven year old body wasn't equipped with the size and muscles he had when he was an adult. So, pulling out the trunk ended up with him splattered onto the floor, the trunk rolling to the side, thumping hard onto the ground.

Giggles erupted around him as the others laughed.

"It's not funny!" The Doctor shouted at them, before pouting. Which only lead to more outrageous laughter.

"Look!" Rory said coming over to the now upturned trunk. "It has your name on it."

They all peered over seeing a name tag attached the trunk with string. Two words spelling 'The Doctor' was placed clearly in the middle.

"I wonder..." The Doctor said, before reaching up to another trunk, that was next to his. "Give me a hand will you?" He asked the others.

They all came over and hauled the heavy trunk down. Placing it carefully onto the floor.

"This one yours River." Amy said, holding another small tag.

"I expect the other two trunks are yours and Rory's, will help you get them down." The Doctor said.

It wasn't long before they were rummaging through their trunks.

"The Standard Book of Spells, Grade One, by Miranda Goshawk." Amy read out loud, bringing out a grey leather book.

"Book of spells?" The Doctor questioned before, snatching the said book and fiddling through it.

"Here's another one." River said, bringing out another book. "Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them, by Newt Scamander... His name even goes with the subject."

"Why do we have a stick, in a box?" Rory said, holding a small box with a stick in it. It seemed to have been carefully placed in.

"There's a cauldron in mine." Amy said.

"I have one too?" The Doctor said gleefully, now back to going through his stuff.

They all rolled his eyes at his childish innocence.

'What?" The Doctor said. "Aren't you excited?"

They all just stared at him.

"I mean cauldrons, sticks, books on spells...it can only mean one thing..."

"We're going to a school," Rory said interrupting him "A school for magic."

The Doctor looked upset. "That was my line!" He complained.

Rory held up the parchment he had in his hand, neat handwriting spilling all over the page. "I read it off this. It was in my trunk." He said.

The Doctor quickly snatched the paper, and started reading it…then he read it again. "It's mine." He said.

"Yours?" Amy asked confused.

"The handwriting…it's mine," the Doctor clarified letting them keep up with his train of thought, waving the parchment in their faces.

River snatched the parchment from his hands, stopping his annoying waving, reading it herself. "Why would you write a letter…to yourself?" She asked.

"A warning…a message… I don't really know, it doesn't say." The Doctor said, before adding. "But why was it in Rory's trunk? Wouldn't it be better in mine?"

It was then the compartment door slid open revealing a girl with bushy brown hair, and wearing black robes, tinged with red. She took one look at them and said, "First years? You should really put your robes on. We'll be arriving soon."

She was about to walk away, closing the compartment door with her, when the Doctor stepped in-between the doors, stopping it. "Sorry," the Doctor apologized, "who are you?"

"Hermione Granger, I'm in Gryffindor." Hermione stated clearly.

"Yes, well Miss Granger," the Doctor said, "Can you do some magic with your wand?"

Hermione frowned at his request, "Muggle-borns?" she asked.

The Doctor nodded his head hurriedly, having no idea what 'Muggle-borns' were. "Yes, yes. Could you, we have yet and well…none of us really know any spells or anything."

Hermione sighed, and taking in the Doctor's request she pulled out her own stick and said, "Wingardium Leviosa ."

She pointed it at the trunk and they all watched in amazement as the whole trunk rose off the ground, before settling back down.

"Is that all?" Hermione said.

The Doctor's smile was so wide it reached both of his ears "Oh yes," He said, "That will do nicely..."


I wanted to do a Harry Potter, Doctor Who crossover and...this is what I got.

So to clarify where everyone is on their time streams:

3rd book for everybody at Hogwarts and the wizard world itself.

For Doctor who, it's just after the Wedding of River Song, but for River it's a bit further down her timeline (She has done America, and the crash of the Byzantium) Series 7 hasn't happened yet, for neither of them.

Okay...I think that's all I have to tell you right now...So tell me whether this was good or not? Every review is appreciated.