'HPDW: Who Am I?'

A/N: I don't own squat, save for the plot.

Canon, what canon?

"Harry Potter," Voldemort said softly in triumph, "come to die."

Harry watched the killing curse come towards him in slow motion. He could have dodged, moved aside or even ducked, but simply watched as the green beam crept closer. He was so damned tired of it all.

Eventually, when it got close enough, he bent forward to have the beam strike his hated scar. His vision went green for a moment, and when it cleared, he found that he was still standing while Voldemort was the one on the ground.

On the ground and screaming.

The Death Eaters that surrounded them both were simply gaping at them both: Harry for still standing and apparently alive, and Voldemort for being on the ground and screaming bloody murder.

"How 'bout that?" Harry murmured. A glint of light drew his focus down towards his hands, which were glowing. That was odd. They were glowing gold instead of green, too. Something in his mind snapped, broke or otherwise exploded... and he began to remember.

"Ohhhh," he said with his eyebrows skyward. Looking through his golden glowing hands, he smirked at Bellatrix Lestrange. "Now we're in trouble. Outdoors, too." A rather unmanly giggle came out of Harry. "You lot are so fu-"

He wasn't able to finish his sentence before he exploded in golden energy, knocking the Death Eaters flat on their backsides or three feet behind where they were. Some were both.

There was no scream. He was used to pain, after all. This barely rated a six on the scale. The same scale that had the cruciatus at ten. Harry felt himself grow and noted that his glasses were flung from his face, or melted or both. He felt his hair whipping about as a gale force wind emanated from him in all directions.

He didn't even flinch when Bellatrix was atomized. Macnair or Malfoy, either. Several trees crashing around him did, though.

The event was suddenly over and Harry was FULL of energy. "RIGHT THEN! Whoa, my voice is deeper. Wicked. Hair," he pulled a lock of it down to look, "still raven black. Face is a bit rounder and I'm several inches taller. That's nice. Well, not that surprising, considering how malnourished I've been my entire life."

He paused to look around. Spotting that pillock that chased them in the forest, he pointed at him. "You, there! My eyes still green?" Getting a confused nod, he screwed up his face in a bit of confusion.

"Okay, checklist. Eyes, two and green: check. Ears still the same, nose mouth and teeth the same: check. Hair, longer and still black: check. Skintone, not quite as pale: Good and check. Voice deeper: might be a bit older, check. Quantum Energy Manipulation?" He snapped his fingers and caused a lumos like flash from the snap. "Check."

A groan from below drew his attention. "Megalomaniac with delusions of adequacy: Check," he ended dryly.

There was a small progression or cavalcade of people approaching Hogwarts. Seven people who were bound in chains were being led by an eighth, who was levitating a ninth in front of them. "Down!" the eighth commanded once they were in the courtyard.

The seven all sat obediently. The eighth was familiar looking, but the ninth was completely recognizable. Voldemort was Captured!

The eighth looked about and spotted someone. "Hey, Mione? Don't worry about Nagini, love. Spotted the twit as we were coming back and decapitated her. One snake scream later and this twit is mortal!" Grinning like a loon, the eighth called out. "Professor McGonagall, please contact the I.C.W. if you have the time. Moldy Voldy, here, had a play date with an international inquiry."

"Harry?" Hermione inquired, not quite believing what she was seeing as she stepped closer. The only one that had the brass to do so, apparently.

"That's me!" he grinned goofily.

Blinking, Hermione stared in his eyes... his oh so green eyes, and fought a smile. "Prove it."

Pausing, Harry blinked once with a thoughtful face, then smiled wide. "Not killed or worse, expelled! Really me!"

A barking laugh and Hermione flung herself into his arms. He held her there, lightly swinging her from side to side, then winced as she whacked the back of his head. "What the bloody hell did you think you were doing, running off like that?"

"Winning the war?" Harry said in a full on pout.

She could only shake her head in disbelief. "You left me behind! With the idiot! What the hell? I said to the end, you prat!"

And just like that, Harry was completely serious. "I had no choice, Mione. If it's a debate between which of us lives or dies, you win hands down."

"I'M TOO YOUNG TO BE A BLOODY WIDOW!" Hermione screeched, causing a few gasps from the students.

"Ah, yes. Well, to be fair, you're not and won't be." Harry said lamely. "Would someone take this floating idiot into custody already? I did my part! Now it's time for me and the missus to depart. In fact," he dropped the unconscious Voldemort to the ground. "We're done. Ta!"

Spinning in place, Harry and Hermione Potter apperated from the Hogwarts grounds with a loud snapping crack of noise, to appear in the back garden of one of the Potter Properties.

"That, was actually a lot smoother, if a bit loud," Hermione commented.

"Yes, well. We pierced two sets of wards," Harry shrugged, not letting go of her. "By the way, have you met my friend?"

His backward tilt of the head drew her attention to the blue public call box that seemed to be the centrepiece of the well tended garden. "What is a call box from the dawn of the Telly doing here?"

Grinning, Harry held up his right hand and clicked his fingers. The doors opened, and Hermione could see further inside than she thought she should. "Wizarding space? Like the tent?"

A deep chuckle rumbled out of Harry. "Not quite, love. C'mon, let me introduce you to a true Lady."

"Okay, sweetie," Hermione placated him.

A/N2: Yeah, this is a Harry is the Doctor idea. If you want to think that Hermione is River, feel free. Not referencing a particular regeneration, so any interpretation is fine.