"Rory Williams," Professor McGonagall called. Rory came up and sat on the stool. The moment it touched Rory's head, the Sorting Hat called out, from a tear across the brim, "Hufflepuff!" A cheer came from the members of that House as Rory walked over to the Hufflepuff table and his robe turned yellow and black, the colours of the House of Hufflepuff.

"Is it at random?" whispered Clara to Hermione. Hermione turned and said "I don't know," as another student, Martha Jones was Sorted into Ravenclaw. "Hermione Granger," called out Professor McGonagall, and the brown-haired student walked up and sat on the stool. After a couple of moments, the Hat called out, "Gryffindor!" resulting in a cheer from that House.

"Gregory Goyle," called out McGonagall, and the boy of that name walked up and was Sorted into Slytherin. "Harold Oakdown," called out McGonagall again, and a boy of twelve with short brown hair walked up and sat on the stool. "Slytherin!" called the Sorting Hat the moment it made contact with the boy's head. "Hannah Abbot," was called, and was Sorted into Hufflepuff a minute later.

"Clara Oswin Oswald," McGonagall called, and Clara nervously walked up to the stool. The Hat was placed on her head.

"Yes, yes, yes," said the Hat, which was speaking to her in her mind. "Are we talking telepathically?" thought Clara. "Yes, dear, we are," replied the Hat, and Clara sighed in relief. "Well, what is it?" asked Clara in her thoughts.

"Gryffindor!" called out the Hat, and Clara removed it and walked over to the Gryffindor table where Hermione was seated. They watched together as Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe, Draco Malfoy, Amelia Pond, Christina de Souza, Susan Bones, Gwen Cooper, Seamus Finnegan, Harry Sullivan, Reinette de Pompadour- a student from France, and many other First Years were each Sorted. They laughed as Neville nearly ran to the Gryffindor table with the Sorting Hat still on his head.


After a while, only three students were left; John, Harry and Ron.

"Ronald Weasley" was called, and Hermione and Clara looked to see at the head of the table three older red-headed boys who looked suspiciously like Ron. "Oh dear God, there's four of them, Clara," whispered Hermione, rolling her eyes.

"Hmm…another Weasley. I know JUST what to do with you….Gryffindor!"

A loud cheer came from the three red-heads, and the rest of the Gryffindors bar Hermione, and Ron decided to go sit near the two girls. "I already know what you're thinking," said Ron sarcastically. Hermione was about to protest when Clara lifted her finger and shushed just in time to see Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, walk up to the Sorting Hat and sit on the stool.

"How long has it been?" asked Clara to Ron after a few minutes. Ron turned and replied, "Only four minutes, not long enough for a hatstall." As soon as those words came out of his mouth, the Sorting Hat roared, "GRYFFINDOR!" This prompted a huge wave of applause from the Gryffindor table, with two of the older Weasleys singing "We got Potter! We got Potter!"

"John Lungbarrow-Smith," called Professor McGonagall after a full eighty seconds of waiting for the cheers to die down, and John slowly walked up to the stool with silence in the Great Hall, the leather of his black ankle-high lace-up boots creaking with each step.

"Now," loudly exclaimed the Sorting Hat to the rest of the people present in the Great Hall, "this will be very, very, very tricky."

"Would you be so kind as to explain to me how it will be tricky inside my head, please?" asked John through his thoughts. "Why, yes I will," replied the Sorting Hat via its own thoughts.

"Now then my boy Lungbarrow, you are the descendant of many a great man, all of whom I have Sorted into various Houses over the years.

"You possess a clever mind, you are very intelligent, there are spells you have learnt which you should not yet have learnt, and you are able to plan ahead. Ravenclaw could suit you down to the ground."

John beamed at this, and the other students began to get confused. "What exactly are they talking about?" asked Hermione to both Ron and Clara. "I don't know really," replied Ron quietly, "the Hat does talk to us in our thoughts."

"How about...Hufflepuff? You are extremely loyal and dedicated to your friends, and you can be a hard worker," suggested the Hat to John. John raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Really? Hufflepuff?" he replied to the Hat.

"No, no, you're right. Hufflepuff wouldn't do. They value fair play, but you'd gladly bend or break the rules to do the right thing or get your way," said the Sorting Hat, this time aloud. A soft moan came from several members of that particular House.

"Ravenclaw wouldn't do either, apparently. You possess many of the qualities for that particular House, but the other two Houses prefer qualities you have in yourself which you actively encourage.

"You are cunning, resourceful, and you could easily manipulate someone to do your own way," said the Hat, once again communicating via Legilimency. "Slytherin would be a fine fit for you, a very fine fit indeed." John sighed a nervous sigh. Lord Voldemort and many of his deluded followers came from the House of Slytherin, as did the woman who killed his grandfather.

"As for Gryffindor," said the Hat out loud again, before continuing with Legilimency, "You are brave. Very brave, daring with some courage, and a tiny little sprinkle of chivalry. You know, this could be the House you spend your time here in Hogwarts in."

"Alright then, Mr. Sorting Hat," replied John with his thoughts, "I would like to be a Gryffindor. Not a Slytherin, not a Ravenclaw, not a Hufflepuff, but a Gryffindor. Gryffindor's cool."

"Aye, yai, yai," muttered the Sorting Hat, before shouting, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The Hat was lifted off of John's head and he literally ran over to the table as soon as the Hat was lifted off, and he jumped right next to Clara, giving her, Hermione, Ron and Harry a bit of a surprise in the process.

"Oh hello, Harry," he said as he straightened his bowtie, which was now scarlet with thin gold lines, having changed colour immediately after he was Sorted.

Harry and Ron looked at him confused. "I'm-I'm sorry, but….I don't think we met. At least I don't remember it, anyways," he said, smirking weakly.

"Oh, right, yeah, sorry," said John, placing his hand to his head and leaning down on the table before saying, "My past, and your future." Before Harry was about to say something, Professor Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster, stood up and began to speak.

"I would like to welcome all of you to the school, First Years. I will of course, mention that the Forest near the Castle is Forbidden, and Mr Filch, our Caretaker, will be patrolling the corridors at night to ensure that there are no students out of the Common Rooms. Additionally, the Third Floor Corridor is forbidden to all students.

"As well as the new students, I would also like to congratulate Professor Quirrell as our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and Thomas Baker, our new Astronomy Professor." He gestured first to Quirrell, a slim man with a purple turban who was speaking to another professor dressed in black, and then to Baker, who was the same man with the amazingly long scarf John, Hermione and Clara had seen on the train, but now they could see he was wearing a dark brown overcoat with burgundy upper lapels, a tartan waistcoat in green, orange and yellow, and light grey pinstriped trousers with buccaneer boots.

"Now," started Dumbledore spreading his arms, "let the feast begin." All of a sudden, food of every kind materialised on the tables, and everybody began to tuck in. John looked at what was around, licking his lips with wide eyes. Harry asked Percy Weasley, Ron's older brother and a Prefect, who the Professor in black was, and found it was "Professor Severus Snape. Head of Slytherin. He teaches Potions, but it's Defence Against the Dark Arts he wants. He's been looking for that position for nearly a decade."

"Are you okay?" asked Hermione to John. John turned and replied, "Yes, yes I am okay. Why would I not be okay? I haven't eaten in about 20 hours, there's nothing not okay about that, is there?" Worried by that comment, Hermione took an apple from a plate, placed it in his hand, and told John, "Eat it. Or else you'll go mad."

"Oh all right, Mummy," muttered John as he began to take large bites from the apple and eating it. He then left the apple core on the table, muttering "I hate apples," and reached for some fish fingers and then noticed a bowl of custard, giving him a rather strange idea.

"Why did I never think of this culinary idea before?" he said aloud to nobody in particular as he grabbed the bowl and immediately began dipping the fish fingers into the custard and eating it, an act which earned him looks from the other students sitting near him.

"Are you sure that's healthy?" asked Ron. "It's very, very good, I'll tell you that," replied John as he drank from the bowl, the custard covering his upper lip and creating a moustache. Clara, Ron, Hermione and Harry laughed at it.

John smiled and wiped it off, before taking some bread and butter and eating it as well. He then decided to drink some milk, and some yoghurt, grimacing after he finished it. "Yoghurt is just some…. stuff with fruity bits in it," he declared to Harry.

"You're a bit mad," Harry said to him, trying his best to not sound offensive, but John just simply looked up with his usual smile on his face. "It's alright, my friends told me that a lot, but they were joking of course," he replied.

Harry nodded, before asking, "What took you so long when you were wearing the Sorting Hat, by the way?" John looked up with a confused look on his face, and Clara and Hermione turned to see John as well.

"Oh, nothing really. You can remember what exactly some of the things he said, can't you?" he said, his question being rhetorical. Harry and Ron nodded. John clapped his hands together. "Now that, is good," he said, before continuing with his answer, with "I am loyal to my friends, and dedicated, and a hard worker when I want, but at the same time, I would not always follow the rules and play fairly, ruling out Hufflepuff." He paused for a moment, looking at the Slytherin table, eyeing Harold Oakdown. Clara immediately recognised him as being the boy who was eyeing her in Diagon Alley.

"So now," said John, tilting his head to the right, "where were we?" It was at this point that the food left the table to be replaced by dessert. He saw a plate of Jammy Dodgers and immediately took twenty of them and placed them onto his plate. He then looked at Professor Baker, who was staring philosophically at a jelly baby before placing it in his mouth.

"I was a hatstall for no less than twenty-two minutes, eleven seconds. The Sorting Hat considered all of the Houses for me, such as Hufflepuff, which I have already explained. It mentioned also that I had many of the traits for Slytherin, as well as Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. In the end, we both agreed that Gryffindor was where I should go. He also mentioned the fact that I have had members of my family in every one of the Houses."

Harry raised his eyebrow again, this time following up with a question immediately. "Did it mention any?" John shook his head, saying, "No, no. I know my great-uncle, Sylvester, was a Ravenclaw, and my 2nd cousin was a Slytherin."

Ron asked, a bit louder than normal voice, "Was he a Death Eater?" Hermione, Harry and Percy looked at him, shocked at his insensitivity. John looked at the ginger First Year, his eyes saying "You ask again, I will kill you."

"He was an Auror, actually, as was his father, my godfather," explained John, sighing sadly. "I never met either of them, they were off fighting during the First Wizarding War, and went off the map completely shortly after it ended. I still get Christmas presents from them sometimes."

"S-sorry," said Ron, feeling guilty. "It's okay," said John, as he chewed another Jammy Dodger slowly, "the reason they're off the map is because of some old family enemies."

The four First Years near him looked at him strangely before he decided to change the topic. After another few minutes, during which the First Years were introduced to the four House's resident ghosts (Gryffindor's was Sir Nicholas Mimsy-Porpington, or "Nearly-Headless Nick", due to a botched decapitation), Percy and three other student his age from the other Houses stood up, and led the First Years to the Common rooms.


As they walked up the steps, Percy said loudly, "Keep up, boys and girls. The staircases move." John, Ron and Hermione understood what he was talking about, but still showed surprise when they came to the staircases, which were moving all over the place.

A crash was heard and Percy and the Gryffindor First Years turned to see a suit of armour on the floor. Percy groaned and when they heard a giggle from nowhere, he placed his hand to his head, muttering "Goddamn you, Peeves. We warned you not to cause trouble."

"Who's Peeves?" asked Clara in an inquisitive tone as they followed Percy up the steps. "The school's resident Poltergeist. He's ALWAYS causing trouble, especially for Filch and the Prefects," replied Ron. Eventually, they reached a portrait with a large, overweight woman in it. "It's the Fat Lady," whispered John to the others, before continuing: "She won't let you in unless you give the correct password, so memorise it well. It changes every year, sometimes at random during the year."

"What is the password?" asked the Fat Lady in a booming voice. "Caput Draconis," said Percy with a calm voice, and the portrait magically turned left backwards, revealing the Gryffindor Common Rooms in Gryffindor Tower. John smiled, knowing that the Slytherins had the Dungeon.

The students then went up the stairs where there were several dormitories. The boys headed into one, the girls into the other. There were nine bunk-beds in the dormitory, and the boys' luggage was lying down on the beds.

John clapped his hands together, grinning. "Right then! Who's looking forward to a wonderful year at Hogwarts?" he asked nobody in particular, very loudly. He saw every hand in the room go up, including his own, excluding Harry's, who had his hand halfway raised. He noticed Harry's arm, but he said nothing, as he was excited to begin his first classes tomorrow, and desperately wanted to know what was hidden inside the Third Floor corridor. He didn't have any more time to think though, as he fell on his bed asleep as soon as he finished putting on his pyjamas.

Thank you to anybody who read these chapters, if you enjoyed them keep reading and if you don't…

AN: This a DW/HP AU because there are elements from Doctor Who, e.g. Time Lords and incarnations of the Doctor and Master (as different people, of course), but also, the Doctor'll be involved in most of the major plot points in Harry Potter, while having his own adventures.

Please write constructive reviews telling me how to improve if I'm messing up, and where I'm doing well at. If you're just trashing my story for the sake of it, well f**kity-bye, as Malcolm Tucker would say!

Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, and Doctor Who belongs to the B.B.C.

Tom Baker belongs to himself.