Okay, so this is a Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Torchwood Crossover. Before anyone takes offense, here are the ships:

Harry/Ginny

Hermione/Ron

Jack/Ianto

I don't own any of these Wonderful things (Actually, who am I kidding? They're only wonderful until season 4 of Torchwood. I'm still having trouble accepting that.)

Please enjoy! And for Gods sake, review!

I know sometimes my grammar isn't that great - I type when I'm stressed, so I go fast and sometimes miss stuff.


"Hermione!" Well, actually, her name was drawn out with each syllable – herrrrmioooonnnnneeeeeeeeee.

She heard her name being yelled by her husband and frowned from where she was making dinner. "Ron? Oh, what is it?" She sighed and stood when he didn't reply. "Ron?" She made her way to the den and stopped suddenly, in shock.

A large blue box was in the middle of Hermione's perfect living room. "What on earth?"

Ron was standing there, starring at it. "It – it just appeared!" he exclaimed, waving his arms around. "I was just . . . um . . ."

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "What? What were you doing, Ron?"

"I was just playing with the muggle telapussion!"

"Television, Ron! For heaven's sake, you're worse than your father." Hermione's eyes searched the large box. "What is it?"

"It's got a door," said Ron, looking around it. "Should I knock?" Before his wife could answer, Ron rapped on the door.

A red-haired woman with an annoyed expression stuck her head out the door. "Excuse me, could you not be rude for like two seconds, please? Thanks." She pulled back inside the door and slammed it shut.

Ron looked at Hermione. "Was that –?"

"I think it was!" Hermione frowned. She knocked again. "Um, excuse me? Donna?"

The door opened again and Donna Noble stepped out of the box. "Right, sorry. Now." She clapped her hands together and looked around. "Hermione!"

"Donna!" Hermione squeaked, and the women embraced each other in a tight hug. They were babbling at each other so fast that Ron couldn't understand a word. He raised his eyebrows and whistled. "Oi!"

The women stopped talking and released each other. Donna looked Ron up and down with a grimace. "Oh, your husband. Roger, wasn't it?"

"Donna," Hermione warned, but she was hiding a smile.

"What?" Donna exclaimed.

"Donna, I thought you were only going to be a moment! What's out there?"

A handsome man also exited the blue box. "Who's this then?"

"Doctor! This is my niece, Hermione Granger," Donna said.

"Hermione Weasley," Ron piped up.

Donna ignored him. "And her husband Wendell."

"It's Ron!"

"Ah, well, nice to meet you Hermione," The Doctor said. "Donna, I thought you said you didn't have any siblings?"

"I said I didn't have any sisters, spaceman. Hermione's father is Wilfred the second, my older brother. How is Willy, Hermione?"

"Oh, excellent, retiring at the end of this year."

"What? He didn't even tell me!"

"Oh, I'm sure he was going to, Donna, but your mum said you had gone traveling."

"Oh right! That. This is the Doctor, my companion."

"I'm your companion?" The Doctor looked bemused.

"And this –" Donna leaned against the box. "Is the TARDIS. It's a spaceship!"

"Rubbish!" Ron said.

"Oi! Watch it, Rick."

"It's Ron! And space travel is impossible!"

"Oh, it's not just a space ship," the Doctor said, looking proud.

"It's a time machine!" Donna finished.

Ron snorted and sat on the couch. He looked at the TV longingly.

"I hate to be a spoil sport, but our TARDIS was attracted here, picking up some energy." He pulled out a small, wand-like thing that lit up and made an odd noise. "It's coming from everywhere in this house. My TARDIS is soaking it up like a sponge."

There was suddenly a loud popping noise upstairs.

"Oh, for heaves sake! I told you to let me apparate. Now you're stuck."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry! Just get my foot out?"

"Why should I? You're so good at doing everything on your own. Have fun."

"Ginny!"

A pretty red haired girl came down the stairs, her nose in the air and frowning. "Sorry about that, the all-mighty powerful chosen one decided he could apparate better than I and now he has his foot stuck in the toilet . . ." She trailed off when she entered the living room. "Oh, goodness."

"Ginny, hi!" Hermione breathed. "Um, this is my Aunt Donna and her friend, whose name is . . ."

"Just call me the Doctor," he smiled, rocking back on his heels to enjoy the scene.

"Right. And the large, blue box?"

"It's a time traveling space ship," Ron snorted.

"Course it is," Ginny said. There was a loud flushing noise from upstairs, and a young man with messy black hair, glasses, and an unusual scar came down stairs, one pants leg soaked and sloshing in his Converse.

"I think you have something of mine," he fumed at Ginny, his face red.

"What, this?" Ginny asked innocently, pulling a wand from her back pocket and waving it in his face. He snatched it from her and crossed his arms, sitting beside Ron. Ron gave him a sympathetic look and also crossed his arms.

"Your sister has one hell of a sense of humor," The guy muttered. "Remember the rain in Yaxley's office? Guess who thought that would be funny to do to me?"

"You have no proof that was me, Harry!" Ginny snarled.

"As if I don't know!" Harry snapped back.

"Git!" Ginny fired at him.

"Nutter!"

"Wanker!"

"Prat!"

"That's enough," Ron said. "Harry, that's my sister!"

Ginny looked smug.

"Ginny, that's my best friend!" He continued, and it was Harry's turn to look smug.

"Every person who comes into this room just radiates energy!" The Doctor said. "Tell me, you aren't magic by chance?"

"Are you a muggle?" Ron asked.

"Far from magic, but I've faced a Witch or two in my time," the Doctor smiled.

"You know about magic?" Donna demanded.

"You do?" The Doctor asked, shocked.

"Course I do! I saw Hermione off her first year to Hogwarts," Donna said proudly.

"Hogwarts!" The Doctor smiled. "Brilliant! How is old Albus doing?"

"Doctor, Albus Dumbledore died years ago," Hermione frowned.

"What! How absurd. He was older, I suppose. Who is Headmaster now?"

"Professor McGonagall."

"Ah, Minerva!" His smile widened again. "Always did like her. Reminded me a great deal of ol' Godric, mind you. I was supposed to take her dancing . . ."

There was a sudden loud explosion and the ground shook. Harry and Ron jumped up and ran to the window. "Ginny, did you use the visitors entrance at the ministry?" Harry demanded.

"Yeah, of course."

"And the exit?"

"Well I was in a hurry, so Astoria Greengrass said I could use her fireplace."

Harry whirled around. "Ginny!" he exclaimed. "She's under suspension for being a Death Bringer! She probably put a tracker on you!"

"Death Bringer?" Donna said. "I thought they were Death Eaters."

"Imagine a cult twice the size of the Death Eaters and four times as evil," Ron said darkly.

"There's no way we can get away," Harry said. "The only protected place from that many Bringers is –"

"Oi! Don't just stand there!" Donna said. "Get in the rubbish time machine!"

"Where are we going?" Ron demanded, following the others into the box and staring in shock at the size of the inside. The door slammed shut.

"Hogwarts!" The Doctor beamed, and he pulled a lever.