AN: Crossover between Doctor Who and Harry Potter. This story is now Harry/Doctor. Although it will just be a mushy gushy relationship between two lonely old aliens who want a close friend.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters mentioned in this story they belong to their respective authours and creators, the story plot and idea is mine though.


" Tell me again, why you woke us up to deliberately put ourselves in danger yet again?" Rory asked looking skeptical at The Doctor who was busy messing with the Tardis control panel.

" Rory, he told us that he had premonition about what would happen and now we are going to investigate." Amy said to her husband.

" Ya, but if we know that those weeping angels are going to chase us then why don't we just not go?" Rory reasoned. The Doctor stopped pushing buttons and looked at Rory saying, " A premonition is just remembering backwards. Even if we ignored it and went somewhere else we would always end up in that room."

Rory seemed to accept their fate with an attitude of 'why can't we do something happy for once?' The Tardis whooshed and whirled until it stopped abruptly, signaling they had arrived.

-wibbly wobbly timey wimey skip-

The Doctor had been right about the whole thing. As soon as they had arrived at a slouching old house, angels appeared all over the grounds chasing the three of them into the eroding house. As they ran the Doctor took in their surroundings hoping they would hold a clue to all this. The ruins of tipped furniture, chipping paint, and overgrown plants coming in from the outside told that this house had been abandoned long ago.

Now they were in the room again, this time the Doctor noticed it was a child's room. Broken toys were scattered around the floor and the crib was lying on its side gave the room a solemn feeling. The boy appeared out of the shadows looking the same as he had in the premonition.

" Doctor." he said quietly with the shy smile on his face. His voice was youthful and sounded barely touched by puberty.

" Doctor, who's he?" Amy asked, fear showing in her voice from looking at the terrifying creature in front of them. The boy immediately turned his head towards Rory and Amy with the speed that weeping angels held when you blinked. He grinned kindly at them then snapped his fingers that made Rory and Amy disappear. "No!" The Doctor yelled assuming they had been sent back in time.

" Please do not worry Doctor, I only sent them to back to the Tardis. My presence seemed to cause them a large amount of fear and are safe in the Tardis." The boy spoke in a quiet voice that held a hint of worry at the Doctor's distress. " I am glad that you received my message"

"You sent that premonition so I would come here?" The Doctor asked.

The boy nodded and said, " Yes, angels communicate through telepathy, and I assumed you would be able to understand it too." The Doctor started putting together the pieces. This boy who is an angel, sent him a telepathic message in the form of a premonition to get him to meet him in an abandoned house in London.

"How are you controlling them?" The Doctor asked, studying the nonmoving angels.

" Oh, um they're showing respect to their king.", He replied like the answer was obvious. The Doctor's eyebrows shot up his forehead in surprise.

'He's their king?' The Doctor thought. 'Weeping angels evolved when the universe was created. In all this time he had never heard of a king or of them having any sort of society. He assumed that they were either alone or in flocks scattered around the universe, creating paradoxes for themselves to feed on. He new that they were unable to look at one another but now that the boy said that they communicate telepathically, it is possible that the angels have a form of hierarchy.

" I have been watching you and your exciting adventures ever since you stole the Tardis and I could not not help but be drawn to your loneliness. You are the last of your kind and I am the ruler of species that cannot be near one another without dying. A lonely Lord and a lonesome King. I am pleased to finally make your acquaintance, Time Lord, the man in the blue box, most recently known as the raggedy man." The angel king said walking towards the Doctor and stopping a nose widths away.

The Doctor assumed that having no human or any creature contact can affect your knowledge on socially acceptable actions, like personal space. Although he wasn't the right person to talk about social normalities.

The angel king handed him a necklace that held a pair of golden angel wings.

" If you ever need me just use these wings and think my name. It's Hadrian."

The Doctor cradled the wings in his hand. He felt connected to the angel king now known as Hadrian, as though they had always been together.

" What are they?" The Doctor asked, feeling the steady purr of power coming from the pendent.

Hadrian smiled softly at him and said , "My wings."

The Doctor then found himself back inside the Tardis where he was hugged by a relieved Amy, but he could not answer her questions because he was staring at the necklace still in his hand, thinking of the mysterious yet familiar King of Weeping Angels.

"Hadrian" the name felt perfect on his tongue.


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