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STORY BUNNY NOTES: Instead of Voldemort killing Harry like he does in Book 7, he drops him into an alternate dimension in the same way as Harry was in Harry Potter and the Distaff Side (FFnet story ID: 3894793 by Clell65619 and used w/his permission) Harry ends up with the 11th Doctor and Igdis right before they attempt to jump to the TARDIS in the episode The Doctor's Wife. Doctor Eleven, the Ponds and Harry have a bit of an adventure before dropping Harry off in London sometime in the 1970's to coincide to a Doctor Four episode to be determined later although it will be during the time when the Doctor was without a companion. Obviously this story bunny happens early into the story. Working title is Harry Potter and the Magical Blue Box.
CHAPTER ? – A FIXED POINT
"Are you sure you do not want a jelly baby?" The Doctor asked.
Harry smiled. This reminded him of how many times he had refused Dumbledore's offer of a lemon drop. This smile slide off his face when he realized that he would never have the chance to accept again from his old mentor. "Come to think of it, I think I will."
The Doctor smiled and gave him a few. His face, which normally had a look which reminded Harry of Luna or her father, turned grave. "Now Harry, I do hope you understand why we have to go to this point."
Harry nodded, "It's a spacey-wacey, timey-whimey thing isn't it?"
The Doctor chuckled, "It is at that. Just as Time Lords are constrained by certain fixed points in time and space, so too are people like you."
Harry frowned, "Children of Destiny." The future Doctor had explained it to him. Harry thought it was bad that Rory, a man who waited 2,000 years to see his love again, felt Harry had gotten a raw deal.
Of course it was difficult to wrap one's head around a lot of the apparent paradoxes surrounding the Doctor. Like how the Doctor he first meant couldn't be the one to take him to where he needed to be. There had been talk of time-loops, temporal energy and just as the Doctor had just mentioned, fixed points.
Regardless of the why, it was interesting to meet this younger version of the Doctor (even if he looked older than the actual older Doctor he'd met) and at once see how he was almost a completely different person yet Harry could now see aspects of this Doctor in the one who thought bow ties were cool.
The Doctor nodded as he adjusted one of the many incomprehensible devices on the control panel of the TARDIS. "I wish I could take you some place more pleasant. However your body is filled will inter-dimensional energy and the where I'm taking you is the only place where you can go. In fact, it is the only when place I can take you."
"The when of when this version of me died," Harry said hollowly. That was the other thing that still rattled around the edges of his thoughts. Voldemort had actually succeeded in casting him into a different dimension, a dimension where Harry had been killed during the fight in the Department of Mysteries. A dimension the future Doctor had felt he was most certainly stuck in now. Even if there was a way to return to his original dimension, the Doctor had warned how such travel damaged the fabric of time and space in both dimensions involved. Harry had to admit, it would be incredibly selfish to risk the lives of every being in two universes to try and return. Voldemort may not have cared what damaged his actions caused in getting rid of Harry but he certainly cared not to make matters worse.
The Doctor paused before fixing Harry with a stare which again reminded him strongly of either of the Lovegoods. "Yes. I do believe this magical prophecy your life-line is tied to demands it. The fact that you're another dimension's Harry Potter doesn't seem to matter. It is suspicious that you fell into this dimension just as your counter-part went through the Veil. Again one can only supposed there is some higher order at work here. Sadly I never had much desire to study magic and its ramifications so there is little I can do but make educated guesses. Maybe by the time I might meet you again I may have found the time to do so. Of course by then it won't matter to you."
Harry shrugged, "You have the whole universe to explore, Doctor. If I had a magical blue box which could go anywhere in time and space, I wouldn't just hang out around here either. Don't worry about me; if there is one thing I'm good at is surviving."
The Doctor smiled, "Yes, you do seem to have an a knack for avoiding death; almost as good as mine! Although I must admit it might be interesting if I could keep your around. Rather odd to be in the TARDIS by myself. I hadn't realized how quiet it could be."
Harry laughed, "I'd love to be your sidekick Doctor but it seems Fate hates me."
A beeping caught the Doctor's attention, "Companion actually. He threw a switch and the wheezing, grinding sound of re-materializing filled the TARDIS followed by the gong. "Alright Harry, we have arrived at the focal point. Are you ready?"
Harry shrugged, "Ready or not, I've never been one to delay the inevitable." He already had his invisibility cloak out.
"Now you are sure this is where you want to be left?" The Doctor asked.
Harry nodded, "If things play out the way they should, being here will allow me to right a wrong which has been a long time in coming!"
The Doctor continued to read a screen for a moment; his face lit blue by the reflection from the screen with a look of concentration. He straightened up and came over to Harry. Never a tall boy, the Doctor towered over Harry.
The Doctor put his hand on Harry's shoulder, "Harry, as you know, a Time-Lord's later incarnation cannot remember many things which have happened till it happens. In many ways, we of Galifrey live our lives concurrently. If there is one mistake people make in regards to Time-Lord's is to think of us living linearly. In a way, you didn't meet a 'future' me but an 'adjacent' me who just happens to have many of my memories."
Harry nodded. He didn't understand where the Doctor was going but being around the future/adjacent Doctor had taught him pretty quickly that the Doctor rarely made a point directly.
"Once you step out of the TARDIS, it is likely we shall never meet again. Yet I find myself feeling that we shall meet again. Perhaps it is because you have already met one of my other selves but I cannot shake the feeling that somehow I or one of my other incarnations will see you again," the Doctor said.
Harry looked surprised, "But I thought with all my temporal energy I was sort of dangerous to the TARDIS and you?"
The Doctor made a face, "Danger is a relative thing. It is more that you are a fixed point. For time-lords, such things almost seem unnatural. To be frank, it sometimes is difficult to look at you. Too often my companions forget that while I look human, I'm obviously not and thus I not only have major physical differences like say two hearts, but I also perceive time and space differently than you do. So there is a sort of aura of wrongness about you. It comes and goes but it can be very distracting."
Harry frowned, "Then why did you tell me you thought having me as a companion would be interesting?"
The Doctor chuckled, "Harry, if there is one thing I'm known for is breaking the rules; even when it can sometimes come back to bite me. Yes your aura can be an issue but you are a fascinating entity and to time-lords with all of time and space at our disposal, interesting things are actually much more rare than you'd expect. So for that, I'd be willing to break a few rules."
The Doctor clapped his hand again on Harry's shoulder before moving off and gesturing towards the door to the TARDIS. "Remember that Harry; never be afraid to break the rules. The Universe itself delights in breaking its own rules. When all is dark and there seems to be no hope and evil will triumph over good, break the rules. Do the impossible! The Universe seems to appreciate and reward surprises. You being here, I think, is evidence of that," The Doctor's face broke out into the silly grin which reminded Harry so much of Luna. A pang of loneliness gripped his heart.
Pushing away the thought of his friends struggling against Voldemort without him, Harry nodded. His mother had done the impossible and how it enabled him to do the same in regards to the Killing Curse. "I will remember, Doctor."
The Doctor clapped his hands together with a silly grin. Suddenly his mood shifted as it seemed to do every five minutes or so, "Now, off you go. I think I shall see about finding some of these lemon drops you speak of! No time to dawdle! Things to do and places to go."
Without a second glance, the Doctor went back to fiddling with the instruments on the console leaving Harry to look at the door which seemed to beckon to him. He put on his cloak and readied his wand as he went to see his new home for the first time. What would be different? What would be the same?
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DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES, LONDON, UK, JUNE 4th 1996 – EVENING
Hermione coughed some dust out of her lungs and quickly looked around. The Death Eater who had had her by the throat lay stunned next to her. All around her were the sounds of spell-fire and taunts. She wished she could just lie back and have a kip since the adrenaline rush of being chased was quickly wearing off and she felt like she'd expended too much of her magic already.
Out of all the chaos around her, a motion caught her eye. Luna's wand was bobbing back and forth as if tracking for targets. The lithe blonde seemed oblivious to a wound which was rapidly staining her school robes with blood.
Hermione quickly crawled over to the oddly shaped stone obelisk the Ravenclaw was hiding behind. A muttered charm and the blood flow stopped. Luna glanced down for a second as if she had just realized Hermione was there.
"Oh my; that is ever so much better. Thank you Hermi…Reducto!"
It was odd, Hermione thought, to hear Luna's sing-song voice change to one of confident action in the span of seconds. A Death Eater fighting a witch Hermione thought was Hestia Jones gave out a cry and dropped to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. Hermione had a sinking feeling she'd be able to see thestrals if she ever made it back to Hogwarts. Looney or not, Luna was nothing but thorough.
Hermione was about to ask Luna about Ginny when something caught her eye. Ginny had taken a purple curse to the chest and Hermione was worried she had been left to die in one of the outer rooms. This question, however, died on her lips as she caught sight of Harry and Sirius dueling Lucius Malfoy near the Veil of Death.
Watching the pair duel was incredible! She knew Harry was good but Sirius had been an auror before Azkaban yet they dueled as if they had worked together for years. It was almost as if James Potter was fighting through his son. The look on Lucius face certainly showed he did not expect such skill from an ex-Azkaban inmate and a 5th year student!
An errant stunner cast by Tonks as she tripped over a fallen Death Eater struck Luna in the chest and she slumped against the obelisk without a sound. Hermione saw that Tonks wasn't going to be able to recover in time. "Expelliarmus!"
The pink-haired auror rolled and was back on her feet with a grateful nod towards Hermione. The Gryffindor didn't see it as she had already turned back to watch Harry. Intellectually she knew she should be fighting but for some reason she was drawn to the deadly ballet Harry and Sirius were dancing with Lucius.
A dance which abruptly came to an end when in the process of ducking a spell from Sirius, Lucius dodged right into a spell from Harry. The look of surprise and shock on Lucius' face as his head flew off his body mirrored the one on Hermione's own. Yet Harry's face didn't flinch as Lucius' body began to crumple as a fountain of blood erupted out from the severed neck.
Before the pair could track a new target, a green bolt flew through the blood spray and struck Harry in the chest. Hermione watched in horror as Harry began to fall, his eyes seemingly locking with hers as he fell into the Veil
A screeching cackle of victory rose over the screams from those who saw Harry fall. All of this was cut off when the Veil pulsed with power before a brilliant white light emanated from it. This light was accompanied with a clarion sound as if Hell's Bells were being rung. Order members and Death Eaters alike were blinded and stunned by the duel assault on their senses.
Hermione struggled to blink the spots out of her eyes as she worked her jaw to pop her ears so she could hear again. As she did so, a witch ran past her singing, "I killed Harry Potter! I killed Harry Potter" in an insanely childish manner.
Bellatrix LeStrange!
In an instant, Hermione's eyesight cleared and the thunderous ringing in her ears abruptly cut off. Without realizing it, she was on her feet and chasing after the demented witch. Her earlier fatigue forgotten. All she could think about was Harry Potter, her friend, was dead. The Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter was at an end and along with it might be the hopes of the Light.
Heedless of the danger and not knowing where she was running to, Hermione followed the sound of Bellatrix's voice till she finally came to a stop in the Floo Atrium. To her surprise she saw LeStrange twirling and singing in a twisted victory dance. A feeling so primal it burned welled up in Hermione.
"Crucio!"
With a squawk, Bellatrix dropped to the ground as Hermione poured energy into the spell. Incredibly instead of screams of pain, Hermione realized Bellatrix was laughing!
"Oh dear! The mu-mu-mu-mudblood is coming to mur-mur-murder me! Your righteous anger isn't enough to power the spell, dearie! You have to want to hurt me and revel in my pain!" the demented witch told her with a deranged smile marring what might have once been an incredbily beautiful face. Now it was just a rictus of insanity.
"Crucio!" Hermione cast again with even more determination. How dare the murderess mock her fury?
This time Bellatrix let out a cry of real pain. Even so a slash of her wand sent Hermione falling backwards to avoid it. She quickly rolled over to try to defend herself only to find Bellatrix's wand having a steady bead on her. Hermione knew there was nothing she could do; she was trapped.
"There, there dearie! I'll give you an E for exceeding my expectations. In fact I'll go so far as to give you a quick death since I'm in such a giddy mood. Old Lucy really made a mess of a task which should have been as easy as taking candy from children. My Lord does not take failure lightly and in his anger my Dread Lord can be terrible. Ha! Ha! But who needs that silly prophecy now that ickle Harry Potter is dead?"
Bellatrix's wand came up a bit as if she was about to conduct a symphony, "You should thank me, my dear little mudblood, for allowing you to die so easily. My 'dear' husband and his brother enjoy little girls like you so very much." The demented smile on Bellatrix's face faltered for a moment to be replaced by a look of anguish. In an instant, Hermione realized that the brutality the LeStrange brothers were famous for obviously wasn't limited to just captives.
Suddenly the look on Bellatrix's face turned murderous, "No, why should the little mudblood not suffer like I suffered? Yes! I'll make you suffer! I'll…"
Bellatrix's rant was cut off when a spell shot out from the shadows from the other side of the Atrium. Both Hermione and Bellatrix looked on in shock as Bellatrix's wand arm was severed at the shoulder.
"Yes I think suffering is on the menu for tonight. It is what you deserve, you evil bitch!"
Hermione looked around widely for the spell-caster but couldn't make out where the oddly familiar voice was coming from.
Bellatrix, on the other hand, dove for her wand and cast a sloppy spell on her shoulder which resulted in her screaming in pain as the smell of burnt meat filled the room. She then staggered towards the nearest floo exit. She almost made it before being literally cut off at the knees by another spell.
In a ripple of fabric, a man appeared from under an invisibility cloak. "As much as I'd like Neville to do the honors, I'm not about to let you get a chance to slither away. Sectumsempra!"
Hermione gave an involuntary shout of horror as the spell seemed to change Bellatrix into a mass of bloody fragments. In the gloom, she couldn't tell who the wizard was except that he was young and wearing muggle clothes. His voice, however, nagged at her in its familiarity.
The wizard looked up and called out as if to the heavens, "Tom? You coming or what?" The wizard paused for a moment as if waiting for a reply. Finally the wizard shrugged his shoulders, "Alright…I guess the loss of the scar horcrux knocked him for a loop. Fine with me as I'm not really in the mood for a duel."
Hermione felt the blood draining out of her face. That voice!
The wizard turned towards her and walked out of the shadows with a lop-sided grin on his face.
Hermione blinked up at the hand which was being offered to help her to her feet. That hair! Those eyes! The holly wand! It was too much. Her eyes rolled back and she slumped to the floor.
The wizard blinked in surprise. "Oh bloody hell Hermione! You had to go and make this difficult."
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The sounds of running feet made him look up to see a very startled Sirius Black and Remus Lupin come to a skidding halt.
The three looked at each other for a moment.
Finally Sirius spoke, "Harry? Is that you?"
Harry smiled, "Yes and no. But for right now, I'm the only Harry Potter you've got."
With a flick of his wand, he levitated Hermione off the cold stone floor. He looked at Remus who had a wild look in his eyes. "Yes Remus, I'm sure your nose is saying I'm Harry and not quite Harry."
The werewolf nodded dumbly while Sirius looked at his Marauder partner in confusion. It was dawning on him that Harry looked older than he should. That and he was wearing different clothing than he had on earlier.
Harry floated Hermione over to Remus, "Look guys, I have a tale to tell which if I didn't live it myself I wouldn't believe it either but for right now let's take care of business. Remus, I'd rather not just enervate her since I'm not sure if you should do that to someone who has fainted and may have head trauma for all I know. Plus I know we've got wounded although Hermione certainly doesn't look like Dolohov cursed her."
Harry looked at Sirius, "Not to mention you look pretty healthy for a dead guy, Sirius."
Both men gaped at him. As Harry had come into the light, both wizards could see that Harry was indeed older than he should have been and his eyes had a look of one who had seen far too much death and destruction.
"But Harry…you got hit by the Killing Curse!" Remus managed to get out.
"Been there; beaten that, have the scar to show for it" Harry said, unable to keep from teasing the man.
Sirius shook his head, "Harry! You bloody well fell into the Veil of Death! I was right there!"
Both wizards where shocked at how this news surprised Harry instead of shocking him. "Really? Is that how the me of here died? I knew he did but the Doctor didn't tell me the how. Well if he had to go then at least he went in your place." Harry laid a hand on Sirius' shoulder. "It's really good to see you again Sirius."
Sirius just gaped at Harry but Remus looked at him intently. "Wait, you said 'the me of here' died. That makes it sound like you aren't the Harry who fell through the Veil!"
Harry nodded, "No. As hard as it is to believe, I am not your Harry Potter. I'm from an alternate time-line. My Voldemort cast me out so he could never die. I manage to literally fall into some help and they brought me here. Apparently as a 'child of destiny' it's where I'm supposed to be."
Sirius looked doubtful but Remus nodded, "Is that why you smell like Harry and not like him?"
Harry shrugged, "That and I'm a few months shy of turning 18 and…" Harry cut off as he saw Hermione starting to stir. He gently floated her down to the floor and knelt beside her.
"Haaaaarrry?" Hermione said drunkenly as she fought her way back to consciousness.
Harry took her hand, "I'm here Hermione; you're safe."
Hermione opened her eyes. Her eyes locked with Harry's. "I'm dead aren't I?"
Harry chuckled, "Sorry Hermione, I doubt Heaven would be this gloomy and have cold stone floors. This can't be Hell since you're here."
Hermione looked quickly to Sirius and then Remus, "You're dead Harry! I saw you die! I must be in St. Mungo's!"
Harry squeezed her hand. "Hermione…yes you saw your Harry Potter die but I'm not him any more than you are the Hermione that kept me alive through six years of Hogwarts and a year on the run from Voldemort. But I'm here now; you're safe."
Hermione struggled with what Harry had said, "But…Harry…dead…older…Harry James Potter! What is going on?"
Harry grinned at the authoritative voice Hermione always used when demanding to know something. She generally used it when she was in the process of catching him and Ron doing something they shouldn't be!
"That, I believe Ms. Granger, is the question of the day!"
Everyone turned to see Albus Dumbledore coming towards them. Before anyone could reply, multiple floo terminals began to activate and aurors can storming out of them.
Harry saw Cornelius Fudge and his face went blank, "Headmaster, if I may, you need to head that berk off. Since Voldemort doesn't look like he's going to show, Fudge doesn't have proof of him returning. I need you to make me a portkey like you did last time. Send me to the Infirmary and I'll have Madame Pomfrey check out Hermione."
Dumbledore stared at Harry and at the first hint of itching behind his eyes, Harry broke eye contact. "We don't have time for you to try to use legilimency on me! Do you want to explain a 17 year old Harry Potter to Fudge? Or the fact that without proof of Voldemort you're still a wanted man? Plus I need to take Sirius with me!" Sirius wagged his tail in agreement since he had transformed as soon as the floo terminals activated.
Dumbledore paused and then nodded. He took out a handkerchief, "Portus!"
Harry took it and wrapped his other arm around Sirius. "Don't worry, Headmaster; if there is one person who wants to stop Voldemort it is me."
Harry activated the portkey as Fudge angrily called out Dumbledore's name.
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A/N: Obviously the "new" Harry will be tougher but not a Super!Harry.
A Fixed Point: A plot point which came up and then seemingly abandoned was how being around Captain Jack Harkness was often uncomfortable for Doctor 10. Thus it is the same with Harry. The Doctor can suck it up and deal with it but it is always still there.
Movie Paraphrase: Catch the hidden tribute to a funny film in this story bunny! (Hint: the film had two Monty Python alumni in it)
Where from here? Obviously Harry knows where all the Horcruxes are. That and his scar isn't a horcrux for the Voldemort here. So Voldemort is going to rapidly loose all his ties except for Nagini. What's a Dark Lord to do? That and not only are many of his Death Eaters are in Azkaban, Lucius and Bellatrix are dead! Right now I have an idea that Voldemort, in trying to gain more power might disturb powers best left alone. Perhaps Pettigrew gets assimilated by the broken Cyberman by the Pandoricon. My take on the Cybermen will be much more like the Borg in that they will be more of a biological mix and not just a brain in a robot's body.
Who to the Rescue? Will the Doctor return (and which one?) or will Harry end up getting help from Captain Jack? The nexus in Cardiff might be a way home for Harry.