This is actually the first fanfic that I ever wrote. It started out as an elaborate overblown crossover bedtime story and turned into something much, much more. Plot will progress with later chapters. May or may not be a little rough around the edges, but forgive me. I will edit if needed.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Doctor Who or Harry Potter. Let's leave that to J.K Rowling and Stephen Moffat.
The Doctor ran across the TARDIS control room, pulling his hands through his unkempt brown hair, growling through his teeth.
"NO NO NO NO NO!"
Donna, who had heard his sudden cry from her room, ran to his side.
"Doctor? Doctor, what's wrong?" She asked, barely giving The Doctor enough time to breathe, let alone speak.
"We're slipping through the time vortex," The Doctor answered, his voice full of frustration and confusion, "But HOW? We were just PARKED! Hold on...energy readings are off the charts! Wha-"
The TARDIS jerked. A glimmer of what looked like a green glowing cloud of dust hit the control panel just above The Doctor's head. Sparks flew violently into The Doctor's eyes, causing them to burn and sting. He cried out in pain and held up his hands to protect his eyes as the TARDIS hit the side of the Time Vortex and he and Donna stumbled to the floor.
Donna looked over at The Doctor, who remained unmoving on the floor.
"Spaceman?" she stood to her feet and held her hand out for The Doctor, whose vision had not yet returned. She pulled The Doctor to his feet and looked up.
Whatever had been above their heads a moment ago had disappeared.
"Doctor? If you don't tell me what's going on-" she stopped mid-threat, for the TARDIS had jerked them to the floor once more. More bright sparks flew from the control panel, making a small fizzing sound as the TARDIS crashed into the ground.
Then suddenly, all was quiet.
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"Where are we?" Donna asked, breaking the long silence that lingered upon their arrival as she stood to her feet.
The Doctor looked around the room, Disoriented.
"I...I don't know..." he finally managed to get the words out, still itching his eyes, though now able to see.
How had this happened? It didn't make sense to him. The TARDIS never just flew itself to a random location. Well...Not this time at least. Not unless someone else had done it.
This thought worried him.
"Stay here..."
He rose to his feet and walked to the wooden doors of the TARDIS. He pulled his sonic screwdriver out of his left hand inside pocket (just in case they were transported onto a hostile ship), and slowly turned the doorknob, peeking his head out the door.
He smiled as his previous worries were proven false.
"Donna!" he called, head still out the door, "I think you should see this!" he put his sonic screwdriver back in his pocket.
Donna remained hesitant. She kept a tight grip on the control panel, unsure of what to do.
"It's safe now, yes?" she called out in a worried voice.
"Very safe," The Doctor answered, "More than safe actually! We've landed on earth! But it's not just anywhere in earth, now is it?" he asked himself excitedly.
Donna pulled away from the control panel but stayed frozen in fear and uncertainty.
The Doctor pulled his head back inside the TARDIS.
"Well, c'mon! I can't wait all day!" he pulled his tan trench jacket over his brown pinstripe pantsuit and started out the door.
She grabbed her coat with shaky fingers and threw it over her deep purple blouse. If he says it's safe, then it's safe, she thought. She walked slowly out the doors, squinting as the sudden light hurt her eyes. The street in front of her was completely unfamiliar; what was this place?
The Doctor smiled his most annoyingly excitable grin as he locked the doors of his precious blue police box.
"Donna noble, welcome to Diagon Alley!"
