Harry smiled; he was lying on a beach in the Mediterranean, the evening sun warming him from head to toe. It had been five weeks since his 'Birthday Battle' in Diagon Alley. (As the Prophet had called it.) Harry was feeling much better, the double personalities had fully integrated three weeks ago but he still felt like a holiday.
He chuckled at the first few editions of the Daily Prophet mentioning his disappearance. Alien abductions and confundus charms seemed to be among the top explanations, which made Harry laugh even harder. However a few weeks previous was a totally different story.
Two weeks had past since Harry disappeared, he was eating breakfast when a post owl dropped that morning's Daily Prophet on his lap. He looked at the front page and saw his own face smiling up at him and his eyes widened as he sprayed coco pops all over the newspaper. Coughing slightly he ruffled it open and quickly read the article.
Potter Returns A Different Man
After his disappearance a fortnight ago, Harry James Potter has returned to the wizarding world a changed man. Not only physically, but mentally as well. After Mr. Potter's return he was sent to St Mungo's for some private testing. The results for these tests showed us that he has two interlinked souls within his body. Within minutes of seeing these results Mr. Potter had fled the area leaving a very bemused healer trapped inside a private room.
Harry started packing all his belongings at once, though he hadn't taken much with him, he'd bought a fair amount and was chucking all he could find into the TARDIS.
However, within minutes another TARDIS appeared in the room. Harry gasped as he saw himself open the doors and smile at him.
"Well, as you can probably tell, you've not been cloned, polyjuiced or anything else." The Doctor smiled. "The truth is, 'we' wanted a holiday but 'we' didn't want people to go looking for… 'us'." The Doctor frowned and shook his head. "you know, this is going to take a lot of getting used to."
Harry laughed and stood facing himself. He noticed that instead of his usual jeans and Weasley jumper he was wearing a pinstriped suit, long brown mackintosh jacket and trainers.
"I see you've gone back to your old look then dad." They both shuddered, "ok, I guess it's weird saying dad… we really should get to the bottom of this…" Harry thought.
"Well, for now how about you call me Doctor and I call you Harry?" The Doctor smiled, leaning against his TARDIS.
"Sounds fair. So, Doctor, is there anything else you came here for or do you wanna grab an early lunch?"
Both Harry's and The Doctor's stomachs rumbled in unison.
"I think that answers your own question there Harry." The Doctor chuckled. "How about a pizza and some ice cream? I know you didn't get a chance to finish breakfast and I have a craving for some right now."
Twenty minutes later Harry and The Doctor emerged from a near-by pizzeria and were making their way back to Harry's flat having decided to meet up later in the future.
Smiling at the memory, Harry sat up and walked back to his villa. His five-week break was up and today was the day he returned home, he'd made a checklist to make sure nothing was forgotten.
1/ Tell… myself what he… I told m… him…
2/ Prepare my story for the Prophet
3/ Cheat the St Mungo's Healers so they don't detect anything… alien
4/ Find the gang and explain every… most of… everything…
After double and triple checking his list Harry sighed to himself. He had nothing left to do here but he really didn't feel like going back yet. As he walked he started thinking over what he could do to pass the time. Suddenly the answer sprung to him; clicking his fingers he switched to 'Doctor Mode' and ran the rest of the way back to his villa.
He unlocked the TARDIS and ran inside, pressing buttons and flicking switches as fast as he could and within a minute the engines were roaring into life.
"See you soon old girl!" He shouted, laughing to himself. He raced back outside to watch the TARDIS disappear and grinning like a Cheshire cat he dived under his bed and pulled out his broom.
"It's been too long." He sighed. He mounted the broom and with a soft kick soared out of the open window and into the warm evening air.
