Summary: Harry Potter/Doctor Who Crossover. Harry has never had a normal life and it's about to get stranger. The Doctor and Rose come a-knocking and he finds himself in a whole new series of problems. How does the Doctor seem to know him?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Doctor Who. They belong to all around better people than me.

Ok. Thanks for all the great response I have had for this. I am back again. I've been on Holiday and such, so on with the story.

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Chapter 7 – Meeting Sir Thomas

Hermione turned the phone onto loudspeaker so the rest of the order could hear what was happening.

"Harry, is that really you?" Hermione asked hopefully. There was a crackle heard over the line before they could hear the voice again.

"Yeah, it's me. I kinda have my hands full at the moment. It's not a good time to talk," The voice they assumed was Harry said. It didn't really sound like Harry at all. A loud crash was heard over the line.

"Finally! The cavalry arrives," they heard Harry mutter. Then an even louder crash was heard. "Oh shit! Ow! Double shit! Sorry Hermione, Flaming Turkeys, I have a world to save." Then the line went dead.

The room was in silence for at least a minute. Then all at once everyone started talking. After a while Dumbledore pointed his wand at his throat, muttered a spell, and yelled at the entire room.

"Silence!" He yelled. The room fell silent once again. "That's better. It seems young Mister Potter has given us the slip." The Order stared at him in frustration. That point was obvious.

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Just after Harry set off in the TARDIS for the first time

Harry grabbed hold of a post as the TARDIS rocked about as they hurtled through the time vortex. He had so many thoughts running through his head at that moment. Who were these people? Was this really his dad? What was the order going to think when he returned?

Suddenly the TARDIS came to a standstill and the Doctor grinned. He glanced at Rose and they glanced at Harry before scrambling madly for the door. They both managed to push their way out before being hit by a blast of sea air. The salty smell tingled around Harry's nose. The first and last time Harry had been to the beach was when Vernon Dursley had taken them to the rock in the middle of the sea before Harry had received his Hogwarts letter. He quickly hurried after the two of them and gasped at the sight before him.

They were in a large harbour, full of old sailing ships. It must have been around the 18th or 19th century, judging by the clothes people were wearing. The sun was just setting and the bars and inns seemed to be coming to life. Gun shots and music could be heard from all around, while ladies were walking down the streets chatting up scruffy men.

The three time travellers wandered through the streets and into a nearby pub called "The Seaman's Folly". Inside, drunken men were singing rowdily and rum seemed to be the main topic of convosation. They sat down at an empty table.

"Well," The Doctor nearly yelled, "What do you think?"

"What time period is this?" Harry asked.

"1783, roughly," The Doctor replied.

"I thought this was the time when everyone was worried about orderliness and decorum, not…"Harry paused, "this." He finished as two women went and kissed the doctor, one on each cheek. Rose laughed.

"I think this may be a pirate village," The Doctor said.

Suddenly two men burst through the door, fighting, nearly crashing into the table the three were sitting at. The first man appeared to be about 35, but the second seemed to be a bit younger, around 20 or slightly older. The first man was much better dressed, with an old navy uniform and lots of gold around his fingers. He had an odd necklace around his neck. It appeared to be in the shape of three interlocking circles, and looked much too modern for the time. The second man's clothes were much tattier. He still seemed to hold himself with an air of dignity. He, too, had that strange necklace around his neck.

The second man threw a punch that sent the first man crashing into the doctor. When the man tried to get up he ended up walking into Rose who shoved him into a pole. He landed on the floor unconscious. The bar cheered then returned to drinking rum.

The tatty man came forward to the three and turned to Rose.

"I'll say, that was jolly good," he said in a pompous English voice. "The name's Sir Thomas Paisley. Thanks awfully for helping me out with that blighter. He has a tendency for causing trouble around these parts. He's a member of his Royal Highness's navy. Commodore Harold Chilton, one of the very few navy members that can get onto this island. Can I offer you a drink?"

"Well, now that your asking," grinned Rose.

The four settled down into a table in the corner and began to talk. Sir Thomas told them all about the ship that he was a crew on, under one Captain Bill Gunner. Thomas used to be a member of the navy before he decided he preferred being a pirate. He was now a crew member of the "Lady Jane", the best pirate ship around.

He went on to explain that only people with the necklaces could get past a certain area of water to reach the island. This had been going on for centuries, but no-one knew why. The Doctor explained that he and the rest of them didn't have a necklace. Sir Thomas seemed genuinely shocked.

The night had drawn in around them as they had talked. Sir Thomas offered that they could stay the night on the Lady Jane, and return to whatever business they had the next day.

They hurried through the streets, trying to stifle yawns. They reached the docks and made their way onto a small ship, with ornately carved patterns on the side of it. Crew members were still on deck, chatting, cleaning or just generally causing havoc. A tall man approached them. Sir Thomas turned to them.

"May I introduce Captain Bill Gunner," he said.

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Ok, that's another chapter done. Sorry about the long update. Right, this is IMPORTANT! I need to know if you want me to write lots of adventures in the TARDIS, or go straight to Hogwarts, or any other suggestions. I am open to ideas!!!

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