DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or Doctor Who, although this plot is mine. I have no real desire to own either series, although I rather wish I had my own TARDIS.

Chapter Two: Harry, Lord Gryffindor

The TARDIS, The Time Vortex

It had been ten years since Harry had joined the TARDIS crew, and seven years since the Doctor regenerated for the tenth time and the two of them along with Amy and Rory had had many adventures since then. Harry still remembered the day when he had been gifted a piece of TARDIS coral, which thanks to the Doctor's TARDIS' Zero Room, grew into his very own TARDIS, although with a functioning chameleon circuit. Soon after the Doctor's TARDIS' regeneration, Harry changed the "desktop theme" on his to match, and over the past 3 years, since the age of 8, had been learning the ways of the Time Lords as he would have in the time before the Fall of Gallifrey, including piloting the TARDIS which he could do somewhat successfully. But now it was time for Harry to fulfill the second part of his life, that of a wizard.

London, Earth, 1991 CE

The Doctor's TARDIS materialised on Charing Cross Road and a strange looking group disembarked from the Police Public Call Box, which as far as the muggles were concerned was simply some cheap trick, that is assuming they were observant enough to notice it in the first place. 'Ah…let's see…its 1991, excellent…hmmm, by the smell and smog I'd say London, perfect. Now…' The Doctor trailed off looking thoughtful, 'Where is that damn pub? In the corner of my eye… Aha!' The Doctor strode triumphantly towards what seemed to Amy and Rory to be a blank wall between two shops.

'Perception filter, Doctor?' Amy asked, having seen enough of them in their time with the Doctor. The Doctor nodded absently, as he guided the youngest of their crew, Harry Potter towards The Leaky Cauldron, the gateway between the wizarding and muggle worlds.

As they entered the pub, Harry was thankful for his protective entourage as he was mobbed by wizards and witches all wanting a look at the famous boy who lived. Amy and Rory quickly shepherded Harry out towards where the Doctor had pointed out Diagon Alley, only to find another Police Public Call Box. Harry jumped up and down excitedly, 'It's Aunty Rose and Uncle Cris!' (Cris being Harry's name for the Meta-Crisis Doctor, which is such a mouthful!)

The door opened and there was Cris, standing tall, wearing as always his blue suit and brown overcoat. 'Well come along Harry. Allons-y!' Using his sonic screwdriver, Cris opened the gateway and the strange congregation of two Doctors, and four companions strode proudly into the wizarding world, gazing at the sights in much the way a tourist would, as they moved down the Alley to Gringotts, the wizarding bank.

After entering the bank, Amy thought to herself how much Gringotts was like Venice, especially the House of Calvierri. Meanwhile the Doctor strode purposefully towards a goblin teller. 'Mr Harry Potter wishes to make a withdrawal, eminent Goblin' recited the Doctor, used to dealing with proud alien races, the culture of the goblins was easy to follow.

'Does Mr Harry Potter have is key?' the goblin said peering down on the young Time Lord.

The Doctor began scrabbling around in his dimensionally transcendental pockets muttering, 'Damn key, it's in here somewhere, ugh, no that's saliva, still got the Moxx of Balhoon's gift…Jabe's grandfather…an arrow from an Elizabethan archer…Agatha Christie's Murder on the Orient Express, been looking for that…ah! Here it is. The key to Gringotts vault 687, should have known it was there.' He placed the key in front of the goblin who inspected it carefully, making sure it was in order, while the assembled party simply shook their heads at the Doctor.

'Yes this seems to be in order,' the goblin said, baring his needle sharp teeth. 'Griphook, you will escort this party to vault 687,' he barked and when the goblin had made his way over, whispered in his ear, Mr Potter is our highest value customer, take his party to Ragnok, our esteemed king wishes to see him.'Griphook nodded and escorted the group away from the main banking hall.

Gringott's Bank Headquarter's, Earth, 1991 CE

'If you would follow me, Honourable Lord Potter, and Honourable Lord Doctor, the Goblin King Ragnok wishes to speak with you' Griphook stated. Harry and the Doctor looked at him puzzled, but the group followed the goblin Griphook deeper and deeper into the bowels of Gringott's Bank, until they reached doors twenty feet high made of solid gold which opened to a single touch from Griphook.

And there, sitting on a large throne of gold encrusted in emeralds, rubies and diamonds, was Ragnok, the legendary king of the goblin nation. Harry and the Doctor knelt at the feet of Ragnok, and the rest of the group followed suit. 'Arise Lords Potter and Doctor, and entourage. I have requested you here to parlay in accordance of the Shadow Proclamation…'

'Wait!' The Doctor interrupted, 'You know of the Shadow Proclamation?'

'Yes Lord Doctor,' Ragnok laughed, 'we goblins are time sensitive and have inhabited this Earth since before even the Silurian race, we know of the Shadow Proclamation and also the culture of the greatest species of all time, The Time Lords. We know of all things that happen now, and into the future. We know of what happened to you Christmas 2009, we know of the redemption of the Master, just as you know of our world, of the Founders Four of Hogwarts, but we know secrets even you do not know. And we will tell you, now that Lord Potter has come to claim his inheritance.'

'I am sure you are wondering,' Ragnok continued, 'how young Mr Potter is a pure Time Lord despite his human parents. The truth is that human-Time Lord procreation is possible, but for some unknown reason, only with a human who possesses magic, we believe that the magic harnesses the Time Lord being and hides it away in the deep recesses of the mind. Young Mr Potter here is the chance child formed from two part Time Lord humans, descended from a Time Lord who lived on this Earth 1000 years ago. Back then he was known as Godric Gryffindor, one of the founders of Hogwarts, but when he vanished from this world 850 years ago, he left this scrap of paper and told us to give it to you, along with the message, "I have redeemed myself old friend, I will find you in the future."'

The Doctor unfolded the scrap of paper to see a note:

My old friend,

Instead of finding myself in the time lock, I am in England, in the year 991, although I know I have redeemed myself I hope you will understand I no longer have evil intentions, I have fashioned myself the identity of Godric Gryffindor, and with three others have built a school and, with my new wife Rowena Ravenclaw, I have two children, and something tells me that one day two halves of the Time Lord consciousness will once again give birth to a full Time Lord. Goodbye Doctor, I will look for you in 1000 years' time, you will find me at the school I have helped to shape.

Koschei.

'Master,' the Doctor whispered, 'Harry is a descendant of the Master's through both sides of his family. The Time Lord gene winning out when two occur, Harry you are a miracle of genetics! You see my friends, Koschei, better known as the Master, was my childhood friend, but over time we became rivals, and continually tried to outwit the other, but the Master turned evil, trying to kill me or torture me to insanity, you would remember it Harry. But eventually he redeemed himself saving my life and preventing the return of the Time Lords, thus preventing the end of time itself.'

'Yes indeed, Lord Doctor,' boomed Ragnok, 'but it is now time for Mr Potter to claim his Gryffindor inheritance.'

Author's Note: The Godric Gryffindor Master is the John Simm incarnation, and this is the one who will portray him if or when he appears in this story. The Master in my story will not be evil, but a friend to the Doctor, or more likely an intellectual equal.