The man adjusted his bow tie and took a deep breath. He'd been searching the better part of the last week for the right house. It had been a gamble doing what he'd done and devoting all this time to such a cause. Chuckling he reminded himself that time in his world was very different than those. He looked around the cacophony of the control room where he stood and grinned widely as he sensed the winds of change begin to rumble around him. He could see the futures, hear the pasts and almost touch the here and now. It had been working towards this moment for years. He'd seen the change occur in the fabric of time and space. Watched it twist and tie the doors and keys into an unimaginable knot that wouldn't budge. He'd imagined, surmised and even contemplated on the reality of what would happen should he leave well enough alone. That idea didn't last a moment as the puffy haired man focused on the screen that lay lit before him. A face of a boy. Young, impetuous and afraid. With a haphazard scar upon his forehead. This was the boy that lived. "You're still alive old boy. And I'm going to make you live like never before." He spoke to the flickering face before he input the commands as he raced around the circular control station as the sounds and lights of his eternal home began to shake and vibrate as the world outside the room began to push and pull. A moment later the sounds faded and the man straightened his appearance and headed to the doors that led to the outside world. He opened them and looked to each shocked face as various wands and violent implements came to bear. The air around him took on a static filled feeling. Smiling slyly he slowly put his hands up, palms open.
"Who are you!" The command shook the walls and floor.
A twinkle filled the stranger's eyes. "That's easy. I'm The Doctor."
It took the better part of an hour for the man held at wand point to explain the situation as to why a blue police box had suddenly arrived in the midst of a family room in the depths of New York City. Matthias Moody stepped forward, his hands clenched, "…and why should we believe you? You could be one of his wards sent to destroy us with the trust of lies."
The gangly man remained unmoved aside from his head which turned. "I could be. Only trouble is the way is shut. It was made by those who are dead. Those pretty little keys you relied on so? They're not working are they? It's shut. Nothing of the world or the finicky magic gets through. He's amassing that army to wipe your lot from the face of it. Then he's coming here. And he's going to take this pretty little place for his own. And not be kind 'bout it all."
Moody growled as he moved to stand in front of The Doctor. "Why do you care? Our world doesn't matter to you. You said it yourself. That world is not your concern."
A noted hrrumph from the man in the surrender position before he spoke once more, "You're absolutely right my good man. I have no interest in your world. I do however have a might soft spot for the world we're all standing in right this every moment. I kind of like it. And it's protected."
Chamberlin scoffed as The Doctor turned his eyes towards him, "And by whom? Who shall defend all of the Muggles against the storm that comes from our land?"
The Doctor allowed his hands to drop to his side slowly as he said it as if each word meant life to everyone in the room. "This world is defended. By me. And I stand against whatever is on the other side. After all, they call me the Oncoming Storm. I figure I should go around mixing it up with other storms in the neighborhood to keep my street cred. That what the kids call it these days?"
Giggles from the couch was his answer before he spoke once more, "Right. Listen, we don't have much time and I really do mean it this…time. There's someone who needs each and every last one of you on the dark side that world you call home. And if we don't get to him first then its curtains for everyone. Even me."
Moody adjusted his glasses and frowned. "Who needs us Doctor? Everyone's either dead or here with us."
Ginny visibly blanched at his words before recovering. The others looked to the man in the bow tie as he looked to each of them in mild surprise. "You don't know then? You think he's lost and gone then? Well bloody hell! That explains just about most everything. That means…" He went on for a moment much to the impatience of those around before Matthias broke in.
"Doctor, who is the man you speak of?"
The Doctor came to a halt mid thought and grinned maniacally. "Bloody brilliant. Him. He." Blank looks. Another chuckle before he revealed the truth, "The man you mourn for every day. The Boy Who Lived. Well, he's not dead yet. And he needs something to fight for or we'll lose our tickets to reality. You're the luckiest family in the cosmos. Harry Potter is alive."
The looks on each face would serve The Doctor in his memory for several regenerations.