Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Doctor Who.
A/N: Also, don't say the Doctor and Harry meeting is impossible. I understand this. This fan fiction takes place in an Alternate Universe but contains canon.
"So what do you think of going up to our dormitories and sleeping?" Harry asked, rubbing his eyes.
"I'm hungry, though," said Ron. And as if on cue, his stomach grumbled loudly.
"Me too. Think we can get Kreacher to bring us some food? Oh, don't look at me like that!" Harry added as Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.
"Fine. Let's go. I'm really tired as well," she agreed.
The trio murmured their goodbyes to the portraits, told Dumbledore's they'd be back soon, and exited the headmaster's office. They trudged in silence to the Gryffindor tower.
"Password?" the Fat Lady asked.
"Oh bloody hell! We haven't been here for nearly a year! We've just fought a battle all night and you expect us to know the password?" Ron yelled.
The Fat Lady scowled at him. "I was going to let you in, you know! There was no need to shout!" she huffed. The portrait hole swung open and they clambered through it.
The first thing that occurred to them was that everything was in place. The schoolbooks people had forgotten and abandoned, a set of Gobstones in the middle of the room, the burns left in the carpet from failed attempts at spells; all the quirks that gave the common room that familiar feeling were there.
It was bit different though. There was a gloomy blanket of dust covering the entire room and it made it appear slightly depressing. The tall windows were shattered from -they assumed- the previous night's chaos and there were more rips in the couches and cracks on the floor than they remembered. Their favorite seats by the fire, however, seemed unscathed so the trio settled down in them.
"KREACHER!" Harry bellowed.
"You didn't have to be so harsh to the Fat Lady, you know," Hermione scolded.
"I know. Lack of sleep makes me do things, all right?" Ron slipped his arms around her shoulders and she rested her head near the crook of his neck.
"That's great but could you save the cuddling for later? Thanks," Harry smirked.
Both Ron and Hermione flushed and moved away from each other. "Shut up, mate."
CRACK.
"Master! Kreacher has heard of your accomplishments! Kreacher is-" the house-elf croaked. He dabbed his eye with what appeared to be a bloody handkerchief.
"Oh, Kreacher, you poor thing," Hermione whimpered. Ron snorted but squeezed her shoulders.
"Can you bring us some food?" he asked impatiently.
Kreacher opened his mouth to respond when suddenly there was a loud crash that shook the entire castle.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?" Ron sprung to his feet, snatching out his wand.
"You don't think…" Hermione started, looking at Harry. He seemed to be thinking the same thing as her. Death Eaters.
Harry and Hermione pulled out their wands slowly. Ron, taking notice, did the same. Kreacher Disapparated in fear and the trio proceeded cautiously to the Great Hall. There was no sign of Death Eaters anywhere but something had crashed in the middle of the hall.
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"AMY, DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Rory bellowed.
Amy had her hand raise over a protruding lever. "Why not, Rory?"
"You don't know what it does!"
"So? We can find out! Besides, I've watched the Doctor enough times to know what to do."
"DON'T-!" Amy pulled the lever and the TARDIS jerked violently.
"WHAT'S HAPPENED?" The Doctor came racing down the steps trying not to fall over.
"AMY! I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH IT!" Rory yelled, turning a sickly green and clutching the nearest railing. Amy shrugged sheepishly and screeched as the TARDIS threw her off her feet.
"I can fix it, don't worry. It's all a matter of pushing a couple of buttons and pulling this…" The Doctor announced his actions as he performed them but it didn't seem to help the TARDIS.
"I'm sorry, Doctor! It was tempting, all right!" Amy was now holding on to Rory as they were flung in opposite directions.
"It's fine! It's not what you did. There's something weird going on here. She seems to have detected some odd power reverberating in this area…" The Doctor looked at the monitor.
"Odd power? Where are we landing, Doctor?" Rory spluttered out.
"Scotland! Amy, that's where you were born!" The Doctor grinned liked a child but it melted into a frown.
"What is it, Doctor?" Amy asked tentatively. She grabbed Rory's shirt even tighter and braced herself as the TARDIS shook harshly again.
"It seems that this will be a rough landing. Grab onto something and don't let go!" The Doctor pulled the lever Amy had earlier and the TARDIS creaked and began falling instantly.
Amy screamed again and grabbed the railing opposite to Rory's. The TARDIS increased in falling speed and it hurtled to the ground rapidly. Finally, it crashed harshly and their feet were restored on the ground.
"We should do that again sometime!" said the Doctor, straightening his bowtie.
"NO!" Amy and Rory snapped.
"All right, all right. We won't."
Amy brushed the hair out of her face and Rory's returned to its normal color. The Doctor opened the doors of the TARDIS and said, "Oh, well this pleasant."