Part One:
"I cannot believe you got away with that!" The Doctor laughed as he and his family returned from another fantastic adventure.
"I've told you not to touch anything," Rose tried to scold but she was laughing too.
Harry, six years old that day, grinned his most winsome smile and defended himself, "I didn't know that was illegal! She looked bored outta her mind in that poofy dress!" he laughed, "And she never told me that the dress was an ancient heirloom passed down from queen to princess! One minute she was wearing it and the next it had dusted!"
But his eyes were sparkling in mischief even as he lost himself to laughter.
Still chuckling, his parents sent them into the Vortex with practiced ease as Harry made his way to his bedroom.
As soon as he crossed the threshold, he began undressing. His clothes were muddy and wet and so he threw them willy-nilly, knowing that Elsy would pop in behind him.
Briefly, his eyes scanned his souvenir shelves and the knick-knack he had accumulated over the past year. From a Celtic broadsword hanging over everything to a signed copy of The Canterbury Tales everything pointed to his whirlwind education during the past year.
He pulled out some comfortable clothes, doubting there would be more adventures that day, and dressed for lounging around the TARDIS.
Quietly he dressed and then headed to the library. The library had always been a family room, they did have a lounge with sofas and a television and films and such but the library was always more homey.
Indeed, he found his mother perched on her favorite couch, book open. In a single move, he was stretched out over the couch, his head in her lap.
"Whatcha doin'?" he asked innocently, eyes wide.
Rose smiled, tousling his messy hair, replying, "Just some research; apparently there's this school in the States, they focus intensively on what they call 'Magitek', merging magic an' technology. They're near the Silicon Valley in California so they have partnerships with most of the big names. Special dispensation from the Department of Magical Affairs."
Harry brows furrowed, "Might be best for me then, Time Lord and all."
"Only if ya want ta," she told him, "Miss Moon's working on gettin' special permission for ya ta go ta Hogwarts."
"I want to go to Hogwarts," he agreed, "but learning this 'Magitek' stuff might be best in the long run."
"We'll look into a correspondence course with 'em then or perhaps we can contact 'em, get their recommendations an' then hire a private teacher." She hummed slightly.
The door opened and the Doctor came in, smiling, "Sirius just called; construction's finished, they're ready for the grand opening."
Harry grinned, sitting up, "Well then, let's get going."
His father nodded before saying softly, "Harry, Madam Bones wants to know if you're up to dealing with Snape and Pettigrew…."
Harry stilled, blinking up slowly, "You mean…the two guys who sold me and my folks out to Voldemort?"
"Yeah," The Doctor sat down beside his son, explaining, "She's under a lot of pressure to toss them through the Veil soon; but we asked her to hold off, at least until you were old enough to talk to them if you want to," he pulled Harry close, "You don't have to, you understand; we just thought you might want to hear their excuses."
"Will you be with me?"
"Right outside the room, watching through a one way window."
Harry nodded, "'kay. Yeah, I wanna talk ta them."
"You sure?"
"'m sure Dad."
The Doctor nodded, briefly catching the eye of Rose who nodded her consent, standing up and saying, "Better go get dressed then."
Harry took off to his room.
Rose stood up, moving close to the Doctor, "He'll be fine," she whispered, "we'll be right there an' they won't have wands."
He exhaled shakily, drawing her close and tight, "I know, I just—He's only six, Rose, and he deserves to know the truth but he's so young."
It was all she could do to hug him.
