Okay here is the third chapter of my story hope you like it I know there is a lot of talking in here but there is a reason for it. It would have been up sooner but my computer threw a hissy fit and I lost a lot of what I had written, which bummed me out cos its never as good the second time around anyway I hope you are going to enjoy it please feel free to let me know what you think by leaving a review.

Many thanks to Lydia-Hood for her comments and help and also to Kira Kyuu for pointing out a couple of mistakes to me; really appreciate it both of you. Also thanks to Lord Rebecca-sama and kerno 9005 for taking the time to review it is appreciated. Also thanks to the two guests who reviewed.

As always I own nothing it all belongs to the BBC and to J. K. Rowling.


A TimeLord His Daughter and A Wizard

Chapter Three.

Professor Albus Dumbledore was snoozing in his office when the alarm sounded, for a few moments he wondered what it was, till his sleep dulled senses caught up with the waking world. Hurridly he searched to find out what was causing the noise, the small charm that he had set just in case, had gone off he quickly realised, the impossible, or was it improbable, had happened Harry Potter had entered Gringotts Wizarding bank. Stopping only to make sure that his office was secure and there was no danger of anything going wrong while he was away, he apparated out of his office and to Diagon Alley just outside of the bank. The street was in chaos, people were trying to see what was going on in the bank, the goblin guards were managing to hold them back but only just, the surge of bodies was so great.

(I'm pretty sure you can't apparate into Gringotts if you can however for the purposes of this story you can't, its one of the Goblins safety features.)

Struggling slightly, Dunbledore managed to eventually push his way to the front of the crowd, feeling slightly mused as he did. He met the eyes of one of the guard Goblins, the creature backed up ever so slightly to let the elderly wizard over the threshold. Taking in the slight chaos inside, nothing like the chaos out in the street, his eyes widened in surprise, the pictures of the wizard Merlin that hung unobtrusively on the wall, so unobtrusively that many peoples eyes simply slid over them not noticing them at all, now their likeness was of a man who looked worryingly like Bartty Crouch Jr. What, he wondered as he made his way through the Goblins who were rushing around, was going on, had there been an attempt on the bank. Crouch as far as he knew had died in Azkaban prison, and there had been no notification that anyone had escaped, and if they had why would they want to risk messing with the goblin run bank? Grabbing a passing Goblin, who did not seem to happy about what he had done he questioned.

"What in the world is going on?"

"Oh Dumbledore." The goblin seemed to collect itself. "It's Merlin, Merlin's in the bank, the great wizard Merlin is back."

"Merlin?" Thoughts of Harry Potter were driven momentarily from his mind as he tried to grasp the fact that the greatest wizard who had ever lived was in the bank, not only in the bank but still alive at all. He glanced up at the now unfamiliar pictures, the man was looking remarkably young, in fact much younger than himself who was supposedly the younger of the two. "Where is he?" He had to wonder if the appearance of Merlin heralded trouble legend said that the wizard of legend often brought chaos in his wake.

"His vault, he asked to be taken to his vault." The goblin was understandably a little nervous, the crowd outside was getting restless. "Can you do something about the crowd out there, how do we explain this?"

"Sounds like some representatives of the Ministry are out there." He could not miss the look of distrust on the goblins face. "Most people probably think someone tried to rob the place, they'll have no idea of what has really happened." Speaking of what had happened made him refocus on the reason he himself was there. "Tell me, before Merlin appeared, did you see an eleven year old boy with dark hair and glasses?"

The goblin got a thoughtful look on its face. "There were two human children with Merlin; they went to his vault with him."

Surely it couldn't be Dumbledore thought, could Harry Potter possibly be with Merlin, certainly there could be no safer place for the boy that lived than under the protection of the wizard who was so famous, that even muggles knew his name. It would be no good trying to follow the other wizard down to his vault, he would just have to wait until Merlin and the children emerged from the vaults, with a flick of his wand he conjured up a comfortable arm chair and sat down to wait. The goblins hurried around him attending to their own business, those customers that had been in the bank when the Doctor arrived were finally able to conduct their own business and once ministry representatives had cleared the crowd leave the bank.

Down in the vault the Doctor was still grinning the trip down had been a wild ride and he had loved every moment of it. The Goblins should plan rides for a theme park in his opinion. The moment when the Goblins had asked if he was Merlin was one he would rather not have dealt with; he didn't want a lot of fuss. (It was like those idiots from UNIT saluting him all the time, oh for the days of the Brigadier and Sergeant Benton.) Instead of answering them, he had just given them a smile before saying.

"On a bit of a tight schedule here boys." He hoped they were boys and not girls. "Just want to make a quick trip to my vault, need to make a withdrawal and maybe store a few things," There was some stuff in the Tardis he was not in need of right now, as he remembered the security here was almost as good as that in his ship. "If you'll just take us down to the vaults for a quick visit with my stuff we'll be off again."

The goblins never seemed to notice that he hadn't answered their whole Merlin question, as they vied for position as they escorted him and the children in the direction of the entrance to the vaults. One of them had managed to get into the cart with them, by dint of much shoving and he had an idea a little biting. Once they were off though the little creature seemed too awed by actually being in the cart with them to say anything, Harry and Angela though were quite vocal in their enjoyment of the trip.

Once they had arrived, the Doctor had produced the key and as an added security feature a little DNA he had also taken the opportunity to add Angela and Harry as those allowed to access the vault, also a little sadly removing Susan and a few others from that list since they were all now dead. Angela and Harry had gasped when they saw the contents of the vault, things were pilled up haphazardly and in no seeming order, though the Doctor seemed to know where everything was. Confidently he headed into the mess, stopping at this and that picking some things up and tossing others aside.

He began muttering to himself. "Don't need that, forgot I had that, so that's where that got to, need to take that with me."

The goblin stood uncertainly outside the vault watching him as he wandered around, not wanting to set food inside and risk upsetting him, though at the same time very curios to see the contents of Merlin's vault. Deciding to make a pile of things he wanted rather than continue to put them in his pockets, the Doctor continued on with his collecting.

"Dad how are we going to carry all that to the Tardis?" Angela enquired.

"Hmm transport, yes." The doctor mused. "We'll just bring the old girl to us." He decided with a smile.

"Merlin sir, you can't summon things into the vault or out of it." The goblin tired to point out.

The doctor just shot him a grin. "Wanna bet?" He pulled out the sonic screwdriver and fiddled with the settings before activating it." Seconds later engines groaning slightly the Tardis began to materialise in the vault. The Doctor grinned at the wide eyes of the goblin as the Police Public call box appeared. "Told ya." He said smugly.

"Merlin sir that's a muggle artefact, you're not allowed to magically alter muggle artefacts." The goblin looked most worried as he looked at the Tardis.

Grinning as he snapped his fingers, causing the Tardis door to swing open, before turning to look at the goblin again he replied. "She's just disguised herself to look like one." The he turned his eyes to Harry and Angela. "Come on you too help me get this stuff into one of the store rooms.

The three of them gathered armfuls of the things that the Doctor had pilled up, starting transferring them into the Tardis. Once that was done the Doctor started bringing things out and pilling up in the vault, before handing Harry and Angela a bag each, telling them to fill said bags up with the golden Galleons, not to bother with the Sickles and Knuts. The two children hurried to do as he said, already having spotted piles of the golden coins lying around the vault. They had to avoid flying objects at the Doctor threw things out of the Tardis, however they all seemed to settle on the vault floor unharmed. Finally, the now heavy bags were full and the Doctor seemed to be satisfied that there was nothing else he wanted to off load. He waved the children into the Tardis.

"You can head back up." He told the goblin. "We'll make our own way out." "Allons-y." He gave the goblin a cheeky grin and a wave.

"But Merlin sir you can't do that you might run into some of the defences I have to take you back up in the cart." "It's really too dangerous down here for you and the children, really sir I must insist that you get back into the cart and allow me to take you back to the bank and out of the vaults." Slowly the goblin became aware he was talking to thin air as the Tardis had dematerialised while he was talking. With a puzzled worried look on his face the goblin headed to the cart and back to the surface.

The Tardis re-materialised in the courtyard behind the Leaky Cauldron, she must like it here the Doctor mused as with a flourish of his screwdriver he sent her a second into the future again, before turning to the wall and with a flick of his screwdriver opening the magical arch up for them.

"Well now wasn't that was fun." He commented about their time in Gringotts. "Right you two." He said with a smile. "Lets go and get your school stuff." He consulted the lists. "Allons-y."

As they stepped though the arch and back into Diagon Alley once more, Harry privately thought to himself he wished his Dad would get a new favourite word, though he mused it was as much part of him as the coat the clothes and the hair. He glanced at his sister who was smiling, and wondered if she had actually read his mind. Looking around the Doctor grinned as they headed off up the street.

"Books first." He had spotted Flourish and Blotts and led them inside, once in the shop Harry and Angela gazed at the shelves of books some of which were stacked up to the ceiling. "I'm sure we'll find what you want here." List in hand the Doctor strode off to find some help while Harry and Angela wandered around looking at the books.

The pair had soon selected some extra books; Harry was holding them a little awkwardly in his arms as they continued down the aisles. "Oh look at this one." Angela pulled another book out showing Harry the title. "Magical creatures and assorted oddities, we gotta get this one."

Harry grinned at her. "They won't have Cybermen or Daleks in there." He told her with a grin.

"No probably not." Angela agreed. "They'd probably have no idea what to make of them if they ever saw one." She added the book to the pile in Harry's arms, as the pair of them finally made their way over to their Dad and the sales witch he was talking to, she had already made a pile of the books on the list as the Doctor too was looking at other titles.

As Harry added the books he was carrying to the pile in front of her the witch frowned seeing the titles of some of the more advanced books that were for the fourth and fifth years. "Oh dear's I don't think these are a good idea, they're far too advanced for you." "You really don't want them do you?" She looked at the Doctor for confirmation that she should take them away and put them back.

"We'll take all of them." The Doctor told her with a smile. "They want them so they can have them."

"But sir." The witch protested, then fell silent seeing the look on the trio's faces. She quickly totalled the price of the books and gave the amount she needed to the Doctor. With a smile he handed her a pile of Galleons, however as she counted out the Sickles and Knuts that made up his change, the trio headed for the door. "Sir, your change." She called out as they exited the shop. "Honestly." She complained to herself. "Spoiled little purebloods I bet have to have everything they want." She mused as she dropped the coins down again. "I pity Dumbledore he'll have nothing but trouble with them, that's for sure, and those spells will be way too hard for them, they'll get them wrong and something bad will happen." With a sigh she forgot about them as she went to tidy the shelves.

Outside the Doctor consulted the list once again, before heading off to another shop to get the cauldrons they would need. Though the list said pewter cauldrons size two, the Doctor was interested to see what the other sizes were like. Finally after what seemed like an unnecessarily long time to Harry and Angela, they emerged from the shop. They had the cauldrons, as well as the two sets of brass scales and two telescopes. (The Doctor was going to have a good look at the telescopes when they got back to the Tardis, they in his opinion were nowhere near powerful enough to be of any use.) All the items were in the small bag that he carried, he had gotten approving looks from the shop wizard when he put everything inside the seemingly far too small bag. The wizard assuming that the Doctor had used the Undetectable Extension charm on it, gave him an approving smile. Consulting the list again once they were outside, the Doctor decided they would get the most boring part of their shopping, (at least from his point of view,) done, the robes, hats, gloves and cloaks. (He would be the first to admit that unless he was choosing an outfit for a new regeneration, clothes held no interest for him, well apart from his coat, he loved his coat.) Looking around he spotted Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, and they headed over to the shop.

"This looks like the place." The Doctor pushed open the door and the trio entered the shop.

A squat witch dressed all in mauve, that made her look like a self propelled beach ball, in Harry's opinion, though he kept that thought to himself, approached them. "Hogwarts dears?" She asked in a high pitched voice that made him think she might be leaking. Not giving anyone a chance to answer, something that impressed the Doctor being the champion talker and seeming waffler that he was, she continued. "Got the lot here, we'll soon get you fixed up."

The Doctor was already bored, as she led them into the back and he slipped away to have a look around on his own to see if he could find anything of interest. Harry and Angela however followed the witch into the back room, where they saw a pale, white blond haired boy with a pointed face, he was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up the black robes he was wearing.

"I'm Madam Malkin by the way." The witch told them as she indicated that they too should get up onto stools that were next to the boy. "Wait right there and I'll go and get what you need."

The blond boy stole a glance at the two of them, his eyes widening in surprise as Angela hissed in Silurian to her brother. "Do you think she'll deflate if she keeps on talking?"

Trying not to laugh as the witch came back with some robes Harry knew that he was not the only one that the deflating beach ball idea had occurred to. "Let's watch and see." He hissed back in the same tongue.

"Hello." The boy said to them trying to be friendly. "Are you two going to Hogwarts?"

"Yeah." Harry said with a smile. "You going too?"

The boy nodded then gulped slightly. "Are you both Parseltoungues?" He saw the slightly confused looks on their faces. "You know, can you both talk to snakes."

"Oh sorry, we call is by another name." Angela replied with a smile at the boy. "But yes we both speak it."

The boy turned slightly, much to the annoyance of the witch pinning up his robes, so that he could get a better look at the pair. However before he could say anything else, Madam Malkin was back with the robes and slipped them over Harry and Angela's heads, before bending to begin pinning Angela's up. Harry grinned at the irritation on his sister's face she hated things like this.

"My Fathers in Flourish and Blott's getting my books, and my Mother's looking at wands." The boy continued looking at both of them while the witches worked on their robes. He spotted the snakes coiled around their necks and gasped slightly, since both snakes, looked for all the world like jewel encrusted torc's, that if they were real would have been worth a small fortune. "I'm going to drag them to look at racing brooms when I'm done here." He continued. "I know we first years are not supposed to have them at school but I'll find a way, Father is very friendly with the minister." "Do you two have brooms?"

"No we don't, our Dad doesn't really have too much patience with slow ways, he likes to get to places as fast as possible." Harry replied.

"He thinks brooms are slow?" The boy asked, eyes still wide.

Angela nodded. "He thinks just about everything is slow, he did have a car once though, but of course he did a little jiggerypokery on her, so that she was super fast."

"You better hope no one from the enchanted muggle artefacts office hears about it, they hate when you mess around with muggle things and enchant them." The boy replied, as the three children ignored the witches round them.

"I'd like to meet the person who could stop our Dad from doing something he's made up his mind about." Harry said with a grin thinking of some of the things the Doctor had done in the time since he had known him.

The boy smiled a little evilly at that, as if marking Harry and Angela as kindred spirits. "Do you know what house you'll be in, I'll be in Slytherin, all my family's been in that house, I'd die of shame if I got put in another one." He smiled a more genuine smile now. "I bet you'll both be in Slytherin too after all you're both Parseltoungues, and you have those cool snakes on." "Slytherin's the best house, could you imagine being in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, or worst of all Griffindoor?" "They are the worst of the lots, all goody, goody and holier that though."

"We hadn't really thought about it." Angela replied getting a little fed up with the witch fussing at her feet. "Oh honestly isn't that enough, I should just do it myself."

"Angela." Harry said warningly, his sister looked at him and shrugged.

"It is tedious isn't it?" The boy agreed. "So your names Angela then?" He asked the blond haired girl.

"Yes, that's right, Angela Tyler Smith." She replied and he's my twin brother. "Harry."

"I'm Draco Malfoy, my Father's on the board of governors for Hogwarts." "Why don't you two come and look at the racing brooms with me when we are done here, I'm sure my Dad would love to meet you, you are both purebloods right?"

"Oh the purest." Angela replied with a smile, thinking of her Timelord bloodline, her natural Timelord sense of superiority coming to the fore.

"That's good." Draco went on with a smile. "Of course there are lots of Smith's it's a pretty common name."

"I think that's why Dad chose it." Angela replies without really thinking. "He likes to keep a low profile, or else there are always people bugging him for help with some of the silliest things that they really should be able to take care of for themselves."

"So your Dad's like some famous wizard or something then?"

"He's pretty well known to some people." Harry admitted. "He likes to do his own thing though."

The other boy seemed quick to drop the subject, maybe realising that Harry and Angela were not going to elaborate any more on what they had said. He did not doubt them for one second, the obviously superior attitude that they both adopted when talking about their Father was one he himself would use when talking about his family or bloodline. Instead he decided to ask about something else. "Do either of you play Quidditch at all?"

Thankful that the Tardis's gift allowed them to understand all languages, even ones they knew Harry and Angela both smiled as all the information about the game was transferred to them.

"No sadly we don't." Harry replied. "Though I for one would like to learn." The game sounds fun. "Do you play Draco?"

"Oh yes." The other boy looked excited now. "Father say's it'll be a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house team, and of course I agree." He looked thoughtful. "Maybe you can talk your Father into getting you brooms, and maybe my Father will invite you to Malfoy Manor and I could give you some pointers."

"Really?" Harry asked with a grin. "That would be so cool thanks Draco, I bet you have some stuff that would keep our Dad interested, he hates to be bored."

Somewhat thankfully, Angela acknowledged Madam Malkin who was working on her robes when she told her they were done. Pulling the robes off and stepping down from the stood Angela stretched then sat on the stool as the witch turned her attention to Harry. The three of them continued to chat until both Harry and Draco's robes were done and then went in search of the Doctor.

"Finally, you're all done?" The Doctor pulled out some Galleons and paid Madam Malkin, before the four of them exited the shop. "So young man who would you be?" He asked Draco as the door closed behind them.

"Draco Malfoy." The boy held out his hand and the Doctor inspected if for a moment, as if he was being offered an interesting specimen to look at, before remembering where he was and taking it to shake.

"I'm the, I mean I'm John Smith, pleased to meet you Draco, are you going to Hiogwarts too?" Draco nodded his head as the Doctor went on. "There you two, you'll know someone else there now besides each other."

"Draco, who are these people you are associating with?" The loud aristocratic voice came from up the street.

"Isn't that a bit rude for Human's?" The Doctor questioned Harry in Silurian.

Draco stared, wide eyed at the man, before turning to face his Father. "This is John, Harry and Angela Smith." Draco said a little breathlessly. "They're all Parseltoungues Father." Turning slightly so he was looking at the Smith's, he went on. "This is my Father Lucius Malfoy, I met Harry and Angela when we were all getting our robes for Hogwarts, they'll most likely be Slytherin's too."

"Really." Lucius kept his hands down, but nodded to the Doctor. "And which house were you in Mr. Smith?"

The Doctor gave the other man a lopsided grin before replying. "I didn't actually attend Hogwarts, I had my educations elsewhere."

"You are purebloods?" Lucius questioned, wanting to be sure.

"None purer." The Doctor replied. (After all they were the only Timelords in existence.)

Finally, Lucius offered the Doctor his hand and they shook, before Draco started excitedly talking about brooms and they all set off to see the racing brooms. Draco was happily pointing out features to the other two, while his Father and the Doctor stood watching them looking at the new Nimbus Two Thousand.

"Well." The Doctor questioned casually, as he saw the looks on his children's faces as they looked at the broom. "I suppose you both want one." Harry nodded eagerly while Angela just smiled at him, Draco was also looking hopefully at his Father. "I don't see the harm do you Mr Malfoy?" The Doctor enquired.

Lucius Malfoy smiled at everyone. "Indeed, I see no harm at all, I hope to see Draco playing Quidditch for our house and a new broom will be just the thing to help secure a place on the team." "I shall talk to the minister, I see no reason for purebloods to adhere to the rules for lesser bloods and mudbloods." He gave a delicate shiver as he said the last words. "I shall talk to him on Harry and Angela's behalf as well."

The Doctor could not help his smile as they entered the shop, Draco determinedly pulling Harry and Angela after him. "Most gracious of you Mr Malfoy, most gracious indeed."

"You will have to bring Harry and Angela to Malfoy Manor sometime during the rest of the holiday for a visit so that they can all get to know each other better." Malfoy continued.

Again the Doctor smiled acknowledging the offer with an inclination of his head. "Most kind, I am sure they would enjoy that."

"Will your wife be joining us?" Malfoy was most assuredly fishing for information now.

The Doctor's smile fell for a moment. "Sadly Rose is lost to us." He said quietly. "However I see her in Angela everyday."

Lucius nodded his head, thinking that the Doctor's wife must have been a casualty of the war, as he and the Doctor paid for the brooms. Then with Malfoy promising to send an owl with a deffinate invitation to the manor, the Smith's and Malfoy's parted company. The Malfoys headed to Flourish and Blott's while the Smith's headed to Olivanders. Looking up they saw the legend, Makers of Fine Wands since 382BC, in spite of himself the Doctor was impressed. In the window they could see a single wand lying on a faded purple cushion. Entering the shop Harry and Angela looked around, the place had seen better days, it was shabby inside and out, there was a single chair in the tiny place and the Doctor and Harry let Angela take it as they waited for someone to be alerted by the tinkling bell that had rung as they entered. Looking round they could see thousands of narrow boxes, pilled up neatly right up to the ceiling.

They did not have to wait too long. "Good afternoon." Came a soft voice and they all turned to face it. There stood an old man with wide pale eyes.

"Hello there." The Doctor recovered first. "We've come to get wands for my children."

"Ah yes, yes of course." The man looked at the children. "You first then my boy." The man they assumed must be Mr Olivander said, he moved closer to Harry, so close in fact, that he and Harry were almost nose to nose. "Hmmmm." Mr Olivander went on, pulling out a tape measure from his pockets. "Now, hold out your wand arm please young man."

Harry held out his right arm and the old man nodded approvingly, before starting to take measurements, shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, next shoulder to floor, then knee to armpit before finally, round his head. As he measured he explained a little about his wands.

"Each Olivander wand has a core of a very powerful magical substance; we use unicorn hairs, phoenix tails, and the heartstrings of dragons." Both Angela and the Doctor winced at that. "Just as no two creatures are the same, so no two Olivander wands are the same." "Similarly you will never get results as good as your own wands were you to use another wizard's wand." Mr Olivander had left the tape measure to take measurements on it own and was moving around the shelves, talking down boxes. "Try this one." He instructed, as the tape measure fell to the floor in a heap. "Just give it a wave."

Taking the wand Harry did as he was told, however Mr Olivander snatched it away almost at once.

"No not that one, here try this one."

He was given wand after wand to try but nothing seemed to satisfy Mr Olivander who was snatching them away as fast as Harry was waving them. The more the wands seemed to pile up, the happier the old man seemed to be, unlike the Doctor who was growing restless. Finally muttering to himself the old man vanished into the depths of the shop re-emerging with another wand in hand.

"Not to worry young man we will find your match, now try this one, unusual combination this one I did wonder if it might be destined for another wizard, but anyway give it a go." "Holly and Phoenix feather, eleven inches, unusual combination, but still, well try it boy."

Gripping the wand in his hand Harry didn't expect anything to happen, however he felt a sudden warmth in his fingers and the bejewelled viper around his neck hissed softly. Waving this wand in the air, he was surprised to see a stream of green and silver sparks shoot from the end of it.

"Oh yes that's the one." Olivander seemed to be very happy about it, as he took the wand from Harry, quickly wrapping it in some brown paper. "Most curious though, I really had it in mind that, that wand would be for someone else."

Harry didn't really take much notice, he was still getting over the surprise of the way the wand had reacted, so it was left to the Doctor to question the man about his comments. Olivander explained that the phoenix who had donated the feather that was the core of Harry's wand, had donated one other feather, and that was in the wand of He who must not be named. That description made the Doctor frown, he was aware that words had power, and not naming something tended to give it more power. He nodded though, as Olivander said they must expect great things from Harry. Then it was Angela's turn the tape measured her as with a flick of his wand, Mr Olivander returned the wands that Harry had tried to their boxes and places on the shelves.

Angela turned out to be even harder to match up than Harry, it was now obvious that Mr Olivander seemed to get happier the more the pile of wands grew. Finally he pulled out a very dusty box from near the ceiling blowing the dust off of it he opened the box and took out the wand. "Ten and a half inches, flowering cherry, with a feather and a hair from a griffin, most unusual a double core, well girl give it a try."

With a bored look on her face Angela took the wand, then found her interest stirring as the wand felt warm in her fingers and as Harry's had done before her viper hissed gently. Waving it gently Angela was almost satisfied to see silver and green ribbons of light stream from the wand. While Olivander clapped his hands in delight.

"How wonderful." He cried. "Two unusual wands in one day, and too customers that came in together." He took the wand from Angela wrapping it in brown paper. "I shall look forward to hearing more of you two, yes I shall be most interested to see what you do, oh dear me where are my manners today I never even asked your names."

"Smith." The Doctor said smoothly, as he paid for the wands and Harry and Angela took possession of them. "Harry and Angela Smith."

"Brother and sister then, twins?" Olivander bowed them out of his shop getting no further answer from the Doctor or the children. "Curious, most curious." He mused as he watched them walk away before shutting the door to his shop on the outside world.

"Well that seems to be just about everything." The Doctor commented looking at the list again. "Lets see books check, wand check, cauldron check, set glass or crystal phials, not checked, right lets go and get them."

The trio headed off to the apothecary's to get the phials; they also picked up some basic potions ingredients, all of them wrinkling their noses at the smell in the place. They were all happy to take a deep breath of fresh air once they got back to the street. Lastly they visited the pet shop where the Doctor arranged for letters to be sent via owl to Hogwarts, saying Harry and Angela would be attending that term. Then they looked round at the animals, Harry and Angela looked at the owls first and finally Harry chose a snowy owl, since they seemed to be the way that wizards communicated with each other. Angela chose a small black cat that wound around her ankles when she came close to it meowing prettily at her for attention. An owl would be unnecessary to communicate with the Doctor since they had their cell phones, which always had a signal no matter where or when they were, and their psychic paper. After paying for the two pets, they stopped to sample ice creams from one of the magical shops, (the Doctor was disappointed that they didn't have sugar ball bearings).

At last all their purchases made, they made their way back to the Tardis settling into their rooms as the Doctor asked her nicely to take them somewhere else. Tom the barman lifted his head at the strange sound that he had been hearing off and on during the summer, but as always when he went to check there was nothing there, sighing and wondering if his ears were playing tricks on him he went back into the bar and closed the door.

Meanwhile a long way away in Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, Albus Dumbledore sat in his study and wondered what was going on. The alarm he had set to signal if Harry Potter should ever set foot in Gringotts wizarding bank had gone off, however so had the alarm set long ago by the ministry should Merlin ever turn up. He had waited patiently for the legendary wizard to re-emerge from the vaults, only to be greeted by a distraught goblin who had informed him that Merlin had somehow apparated out of the vault taking the two children with him. He would, he decided have to look over the new crop of students carefully to see if the boy who lived was amongst them.


So there you have it, as always the Doctor is making up his own rules and doing things the way that he wants to do them. Bet you thought I was going to leave Dumbledore sitting in Gringotts, or that I'd forgotten about him sitting there waiting. I'm sure there will be those who are surprised that Harry and Angela are friendly with Draco, I do have my reasons which you should start to see in the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed this chapter if you did or if you didn't please review and let me know your thoughts.