Originally this was going to be posted as a long oneshot, but then it became almost 30,000 words long, and apparently there's actually a word limit on chapters on FFN, so instead I decided to post it as three chapters. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. If I did, I very much doubt I'd be writing fanfiction, and I definitely wouldn't be struggling paying my mortgage.

Child of the Tardis

Chapter One

Harry huffed as he ran as fast he could towards the park and hopefully somewhere he could hide. Behind him were Dudley and his friends chasing after him, shouting after the freak and Harry was genuinely worried that they were going to catch him this time. He just needed to find somewhere safe to hide for a few minutes.

Pushing an extra burst of speed as he saw the park ahead of him, Harry let a small smile cross his lips even as his breathing got heavier. Dudley and his gang had dropped behind slightly and Harry was hopeful that meant he'd be safe for today - well, until he got home but that was another matter. He stopped in shock and confusion though, when he saw a tall blue box with tiny little windows at the top. Hearing the footsteps behind him catching up, Harry made a split second decision and ran over to the box. Pulling at the door, he was stunned when it warmed beneath his hands and then opened. Harry ran inside it and quickly closed the door behind him, he pressed himself against it and tried to hear if he could hear anything. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of Dudley and his friends run past.

Harry smiled softly to himself and patted the door he was leaning on, before he turned around and gasped at where he was. He took small shaky steps forward, looking around the large circular room with wide eyes as he walked towards the floor to ceiling cylinder in the middle of the room. Standing on his tiptoes, Harry pulled himself up as far as he could go to see different buttons and handles just begging to be touched. Before he could though, he felt a wave of warmth wash over him and heard someone talking to him in his mind.

"Welcome, Harry. My special child. How would you like to stay here forever? To be my actual child?"

"Who are you? Are you talking to me? Why would you want me? No one wants me. Aunt Tuney said I'm a… a… freak."

"No, my little child of broken prophecy. Your aunt was wrong. I want you. I want to love you as if you were my own. And teach you and raise you. Will you let me?"

"B…but who are you?"

"I'm the Tardis. The ship that you are standing inside of. And my thief is the man who flies me."

"A grown up? They… they don't like me. They don't listen. They hurt me. I don't like grown ups. Don't let them hurt me," Harry said with a flinch, looking around him suspiciously, as though just waiting for this mysterious thief to jump out at him

"I can hide you from him if that is what you wish. If you decide to stay with me, I can make sure my thief never finds you. Would you like that, Harry?"

"And I won't hurt again? The black smoke will go away? And… and my tummy won't hurt too? Will I get food? I don't… I don't like it when I'm hungry."

"I'll make the black smoke leave you alone and I promise that you'll have whatever you want and whatever you need. I promise you, my child, I'll love you and raise you like you should have been from the day you were born. So, would you like to be my child?" Harry nibbled at his lip anxiously, as he looked around him and then thought back to what he had to look forward to should he go back to the Dursley's. That thought was the one to make up his mind.

"Okay. I'd like a new mummy, please." And with that, Harry felt the warmth he was feeling swell and he gasped when he noticed his fingertips glowing a golden colour, though it didn't scare him like when black misty smoke would do the same thing when he was scared in his cupboard. A quiet whirring started from the large cylinder and Harry gave a small delighted gasp just as he faded from view and a golden glow flowed into the large blue cylinder, which glowed golden for a second before going back to normal.

Seconds later, a man with dark brown curly hair ran into the room from the back and looked around in confusion, before walking over to the console and running a hand over it. Shaking his head in confusion, before muttering to himself and grabbing a handle, then pulling it down. Time to leave Earth.

Harry watched silently from where he was sitting, invisible in the console room, as their thief ran around, pushing buttons, pulling pulleys and switching switches to get to a destination that only he had in mind.

He enjoyed watching this mad man go different places, sometimes on his own and sometimes with other people. It was much more fun than the lessons Harry was made to have by his mother, even if he did get to learn history by playing with some of the things the Doctor had kept when actually walking through said history. He also really didn't like learning about different planets and their inhabitants either. There were just too many of them.

And don't get him started on politics. Harry was only six, what did he care about the Shadow Proclamation. It was boring and full of words that Harry didn't understand. He had much more fun playing. Which, admittedly, he did a lot of the time.

Right now though, he was learning how to fly the Tardis by watching the Doctor and listening to his mother tell him what not to do, which by Harry's understanding was pretty much everything the Doctor was doing.

"Would he like me, do you think?"

"He'd love you, my child. You don't have to be fearful of every adult you encounter, they won't all hurt you. Not that I'd let anyone hurt you anyway."

"I know. Maybe. Maybe one day I'll stop hiding, but right now it's fun. Can we go play now? Can we play dress up?!" Harry asked excitedly, he enjoyed trying on all the different clothes kept in the wardrobe. He liked it even more when the Doctor went in there on occasion and was baffled by the mess Harry generally left there in his wake.

"Yes, you've learnt enough for the time being. Time to have some fun. Go play in the wardrobe, I'll make sure to keep our thief out of there until you're finished."

Harry beamed a happy smile at the walls around him and then wriggled out of his hiding place and darted off down the halls of the Tardis, heading for the wardrobe. He especially loved the really long scarf he found in there as he could wrap it all around him like a wooly mummy.

Harry giggled as he skipped through the Tardis, humming an old Gallifreyan children's rhyme meant to help them learn how to see time. Though Harry already knew how to see time. It was fun. But he also liked the song. He giggled again when the Tardis tickled him and he carried on skipping through the endless hallways of the Tardis.

When he was ten, Harry had discovered that he could change his physical age, and also his mental age somewhat if he chose to. But he was somewhat happy to grow up naturally, if a little slowly given he was part Time Lord, but he preferred being four years old as often as he could get away with. He preferred to be the age that he'd been found by his mother. The age when his life really actually began.

Of course that was the age that he got a little bit strange as well, what with the gold glowing thing he did sometimes whenever he was upset or wanted to change his age.

Still, right now he wanted to find the library, because he'd been promised that he would be able to learn how to swim if he found the swimming pool in there, though Harry still wasn't actually all that sure how an immaterial being was going to teach him to swim. He hoped it wasn't going to be like Uncle Vernon suggested and just throw him in the water and hope he learnt to swim before he drowned.

Pausing in his skipping when the Tardis shook violently, Harry frowned in confusion and looked around him before patting the wall nearest to him.

"Mum? What happened?"

"He's regenerating. There's a war happening. All Time Lords have been brought back. Our thief is regenerating. My child, you need to go back to your rooms now. This is urgent. Please don't argue with me! Go now!" Harry jerked in shock and nodded his head even as he started to run back the way he came, stumbling each time the Tardis juddered or jerked. Harry panicked slightly when he fell over and couldn't get back to his feet for a few minutes, he had no idea what was happening outside but he'd never heard his mother actually sound scared before and that fear was now feeding his own fear.

"Mama?"

"You'll be safe, Harry, just as long as you get to your rooms and do not leave them. Never leave them unless I let you. Now, run, Harry! Run to your rooms! I've made them closer, just round the corner. I promise I'll protect you, my child. Just get to your rooms."

Harry nodded his head and stumbled up to stand up, then using the wall to stead him he slowly took a step forward, then another. The jerking and shuddering of the Tardis petered off slightly and Harry smiled weakly before patting the wall and taking off to run towards where his mother told him his rooms now were.

Upon reaching the door, Harry breathed a small sigh of relief as he opened it and practically flung himself inside it, running over to his bed that was as though it had been built inside the wall of the Tardis with a shimmery silver material Harry could pull across to act like a curtain of sorts, and he climbing on to it, grabbing his blanket as he did so.

"Am I safe now, mama?"

"You're safe for now, Harry, but I need you to sleep. I'll wake you when I can, but sleep for now. You'll be safe if you sleep," his mother told him, and Harry gave a wary stare to the wall around his bed before he just sighed and curled up into a ball, pressing as close to the wall as he could and wrapping himself in the Tardis blue blanket. Within seconds he gave a small yawn and then fell asleep, completely unaware of the fact that the curtain closed over the gap and became solid, making it seem like part of the wall.

The room was then emptied of any evidence of a small child living there, and the room itself slowly got smaller and smaller before it no longer existed and the wall was just another part of the endless corridors of the Tardis with no one the wiser as to what they hid inside of them.

Harry sighed as he looked around him at the replica of his room in the Tardis. When he looked at his hands, he noticed he was around the age of four once more. And the most telling thing to Harry as to where he was, was the tall, pretty, dark haired lady standing in front of him, smiling at him softly.

"We're in my dreamscape, aren't we, mum?" Harry asked the lady in front of him. The only time his mother had a human form was when she visited him in his dreams.

"Of course we are. I told you it wouldn't be safe for you whilst the war is going on, so I put you to sleep and here you'll be able to learn what you need to know and to play and to generally be safe without the war actually touching you in any way."

"So I still have to learn? Can't we just play?" Harry asked, well more like whined. Huffing when his mother just laughed at him.

"We can still play, but you'll be learning as well. Now, for the time being we'll learn about our thief," his mother said to him, making a life-size 3d image of an older man, with a stern face and white hair brushed back from his face. "And with learning about our thief, we'll learn about Time Lords as well."

Harry sat down on his beanbag and looked up at his mother and the image of their thief, otherwise known as the Doctor, ready to listen to what his mum had to tell him. He enjoyed these kind of history lessons.

Harry sat on his bed and stared at his mother sitting on a chair next to his bed, listening to her every word with the eager attention only a child could really give, completely entranced by what she was telling him.

"And so our thief stole me, though really I chose him - not that he knows that - and along with his granddaughter he left Gallifrey. And with him, I have seen so much and so many different planets and people. Which brings us to todays lesson. I'm going to be telling you about some of the planets that you may one day visit, and the people that you'll meet there."

"Are we not learning more about the history of Gallifrey then?" Harry asked, silently a little grateful for that as sometimes it was a bit dry. Especially the bits with Rassilon in them. Which was most of it.

"Not today, my little time-tot. I thought I'd give you a break from that. I thought you'd prefer learning about other species and maybe have a few stories of the doctor when he met them. Though if you'd rather learn more history…"

"No! No, I'd really like to hear more about our thief! He's awesome!"

"Then let's start with hm… how about the Ice Warriors?"

Harry had no idea how long he had been kept in his dreamscape nor how long the war that his mother had been keeping him from had been going on, but if he was honest, he didn't really care. He was getting to learn from and play games with his mum, whilst also being able to actually see and feel her. Still, there was a small part of him that worried about Gallifrey and their thief. Though he may have not actually been born there, nor ever met the Doctor, he couldn't help but consider Gallifrey as his home and himself as a Time Lord (he was not a time tot, he was definitely a Time Lord no matter what his mum called him). He just silently hoped that their thief and his mother's physical form would survive whatever was happening.

And in the mean time, he would learn from his mum all that he could and get to play with her as much as he liked. And maybe try to convince her to let him make his own sonic screwdriver. Maybe.

"Today I am going to teach you more about the intricacies of being a Time Lord and a Keeper of Time. It is not all about visiting different places and times, and having adventures. There is more to it. Time Lords keep an eye on everything and must not interfere too much."

"How come?"

"There are things called fixed points in time. It is not truly possible to change these moments as they are pivotal to events that happen because of this. Time Lords keep an eye on these points and will interfere should it look like anyone is trying to change them. Remember, Harry, that there are consequences to everything, but especially trying to change these points. Terrible things will occur and the one to interfere will not be the only one to suffer. Hence why Time Lords will do anything to prevent this. Well, they used to. Alas, in recent years, most Time Lords seem to have forgotten that they are not rulers of the universe, and nor do they have the power or right to interfere in everything. They have forgotten - or just ignored - exactly what they were created for and now that is reaching its climax, causing this war and destroying so many species and planets. That is what our thief is trying to prevent. And I hope that he does not destroy himself in the process."

"Why did they change?"

"Power. They became greedy and power hungry. They forgot their roots and slowly came to believe that they were in fact above everyone and everything. That hubris will lead to their end."

"What happens then?"

"We shall have to wait and see. Promise me you won't look. Your mind cannot take all those uncertain future time streams. All Time Lords have stopped trying to look and so the future is uncertain. Promise me you will keep it that way."

"I promise, mama. But why?"

"No one should know what will happen when Gallifrey falls. No one. Remember what I told you about Koschei? Do not bring the same down upon you. I don't think I would be able to handle it if you did."

"I promise, mama. Really. I won't try to look. I don't want to. But what if bits peak through. Sometimes they do and I can't stop them."

"I will strengthen the barrier in you mind. Hopefully it will hold for at least the duration of the war."

Harry giggled as his mum chased after him, trying to catch him and tickle him. He'd gotten bored learning about regenerations and how Rassilon imposed the twelve regeneration limit. It was boring and had no true relevance to him as what he did wasn't technically regenerating. He shrieked with laughter as he stumbled over his deep red robes and his mum swooped in and swung him up into the air.

His mum placed him down once Harry was almost breathless with laughter, laughing along with him as they both sat on the floor to catch their breath. Well, Harry tried to catch his breath, but given his mother was a ship, she probably wasn't out of breath given she didn't actually breathe in the first place.

"You know you can't keep putting off learning about Rassilon and the High Council. We will have to cover it eventually."

"Don't see why. It's not like I'm ever going to actually go to Gallifrey. I'm not Gallifreyan and definitely not a Time Lord. Rassilon would see me as an abomination. Can't we just learn more about Gallifryan Flutterwings or something. Even that's more interesting than Rassilon and the High Council."

"I suppose you're correct in that you'll never actually be able to go to Gallifrey given how they see outsiders, but you are travelling with a Time Lord and you do scan as one in most medical scans, so you should at the very least understand how Time Lord and Gallifreyan society works."

"Can't we just read Snow White and Seven Keys to Doomsday?"

"No. We can read that another day. Again," his mother said with a wary sigh, making Harry grin at her knowing exactly how she felt about that book. "I suppose that if you're so against learning politics, then we can learn about Paradox Declension. Though it's a little early for you to be learning. Normally you wouldn't be learning this until you were at least twenty. Given you don't have any other extracurricular activities that your average Academy student would have, then it'd not too surprising that you're ahead. Come on then, let's see what you know and work from there. Then you can play some more."

"I think today we should learn about the Law of Linearity. Now if you'd done some of the reading that I know you haven't actually done -"

"I read some books!" Harry interrupted, huffing when his mother just gave him a quelling look and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Every Gallifreyan Child's Pop-Up Book of Nasty Creatures From Other Dimensions doesn't count and it certainly doesn't tell you about the Law of Linearity or any Time Laws in fact," his mother told him, getting a sheepish grin from Harry, who opened his mouth but closed it with a click when his mum narrowed her eyes at him. "Mentioning the Time Lord's duty to prevent alien aggression that is a threat to the indigenous beings of the invaded planet also does not count."

"Could count."

"In this case, it doesn't. Now, technically Rassilon would have you believe that the Law of Linearity is the one law all Time Lords should obey above all else, and it is important but there are times it can be ignored."

"Really?" Harry asked sceptically, having a fairly decent idea that she was stretching the truth somewhat and that it really wasn't a good idea to ignore the rule. Whatever it was.

"Well no. Probably not. Who knows. I'm not actually a Time Lord, so it wouldn't actually be my doing if our thief broke that law."

"I don't think this is how this lesson is supposed to be going, mum," Harry pointed out with a small grin, giggling when his mother just shrugged and gave him a cheeky wink.

"No, I suppose not. Still, if you really want to become a Time Lord, my handsome little Time-Tot, then you do need to at least make an effort in learning the laws. If only so you know just how much you're breaking them."

"Okay, fine. So what is the Law of Linearity then?"

"It's simple! Really! It basically means that no Time Lord can cross into their own subjective past or present. They also cannot meet one another outside of temporal sequence. Meeting your former self is also a big no no but that applies to any time traveller. Bad things can happen when you do that. Apparently."

"You say it like it doesn't apply to you. I've read that the same Tardis can't exist in the same point of time as itself! Or whatever. There can't be two of you anyway, it'd be bad," Harry pointed out with a shrug. He was sure he'd read that somewhere. Probably in a book he wasn't supposed to read yet. Or in a book his mum had actually told him to read which was actually less likely.

"In which case, you should see that it's a very important rule to follow. There ends the lesson!"

"Really?"

"No, not really. But your attention was drifting. We're actually going to look into the law in more detail. I'm going to give examples where other Time Lords have broken this law with disastrous consequences. Then you're going to tell me where you think this law can be bent or even broken. So, are you ready?"

"I guess. Can we do something fun after this?" Harry asked with a sigh, nose wrinkling at the thought of just how long this lesson was going to be.

"How is our thief? How is everyone in Gallifrey?" Harry asked during another lesson (this time on the different factions of the High Council and the chapters that made it up), glancing behind his mother at the faces of their thief appearing behind her, and images of Gallifrey and the High Council.

His mother looked at him with sad eyes and then glanced behind her as she watched the same images that she was using as an aid to teach Harry. "He's fighting, in the middle of it all."

"How is it going?"

"It's war. It's going like war should go. Now, let's talk about the different chapters of Gallifrey and the families that are part of those, we'll start with the chapter that our thief is a part of."

With that, Harry realised his mother wasn't going to tell him any more about the war and how it was going. And as young as Harry was, even he could hear that it wasn't going as well as they hoped. Harry wasn't ashamed to admit that he grasped on to the out his mother had just given him, realising that he didn't want to know how the war was going anymore. He was more comfortable staying ignorant. Which is why he didn't put up much protest at the return to lessons and lack of answer he was given.

He couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen to them all though. And if he'd know if they lost or if he'd just stop dreaming. He kept these thoughts to himself though, knowing that his mother wouldn't like that he was thinking these things.

Still, no one remains unaffected by war, even those stuck in their dreams. Harry could at least try to remain positive and concentrate more on his lessons. Then when it was over and he could finally stay awake for longer than a couple of hours a year, he could actually put these lessons into practice.

So learning about how great the Prydonians are is a sacrifice he'll just have to make. Sadly.

Harry was woken abruptly by his mother and looked around his new room which was slowly forming even as he was watching. He slowly got out of his bed, trying to shake the tired feeling out of his limbs and stumbling to the door, banging on it when it didn't open.

"Why can't I get out? Mum!"

"The war is over, child. The Doctor has changed his form once more. But it's not safe. The war hurt the doctor more than anyone could ever have imagined. He would completely ruin any trust in adults that you had remaining. I cannot allow that."

"Can't we help him? If he's hurt, can't we make him better? Like you do for me when I get hurt?"

"It isn't a physical hurt, baby. He's hurting inside."

"Why? What about the war? Did we win?"

"No one won."

"How can no one win?"

"He is the last time lord, Harry. He locked them all away. He saved everyone by sacrificing his people."

"And he's alone? We should go help him!"

"There is nothing else we can do to help him, Harry. He doesn't know who you are and he's cruel and spiteful right now. He'll hurt you with his words and he'll destroy every last bit of trust you have ever had for him. I cannot allow him to hurt you."

"But he's hurting! You said! You taught me about the time lords! You taught me about Gallifrey and the citadel, and… and Solace and Solitude! And it's all gone? All of it?"

"All of it." The magnitude of what his mother was telling him seemed to hit Harry then because he felt tears start to run down his cheeks as he sniffled a little, scrubbing at his face with his hands.

"Why?"

"Because it wasn't safe. The war was stretching outwards, dragging other planets and people into it. It had to be stopped."

"But we're all alone now!"

"Not forever, Harry. One day our thief will heal, he'll have more companions once again and maybe then you'll be comfortable enough to be introduced to him."

"You promise we won't be alone forever?"

"I promise you, Harry."

"Am I allowed to stay awake for longer now?" Harry asked, scrubbing at his face once more and breath hitching occasionally as he stopped crying.

"You are."

"And there's no way we can help our thief?"

"No. Sorry, Harry."

"I think it is safe enough for you to wander around again once more, Harry." Harry looked up at his mothers words from where he had been playing around with bits of broken sonic screwdrivers.

"Really? Why?" Harry asked absently, going back to fiddling with bits of screwdriver and hoping he didn't electrocute himself again because it really hurt the last time.

"He's got a new companion. This one may help ground him. Hopefully she'll teach him how to empathise with others once more. Help him be more human."

"But he's not human. Who wants to be human? Humans are boring," Harry pointed out, grinning when his mother sent a wave of exasperated amusement through him.

"Maybe you should have a companion to teach you to get in touch with your human side once more."

"No thanks. I'm not human and I don't want to be human. Actually, what am I?" Harry asked, abandoning trying to make his own sonic screwdriver in favour of the current conversation and the fact he'd been wondering just what he was for a while now. And now that he was eighteen, well he looked eighteen - though technically he had no idea how old he actually was, what with the fact he slept for the entirety of the Time War and before that he spent half his time aged four - he felt he was old enough to at least try to understand now.

"I don't know. I took your magic and replaced it with the time vortex. When I did that it changed you. I'd say you were probably half time lord, half Tardis if that was even possible, but you won't regenerate. And you're not a ship. So I honestly don't know."

"How can you not know? You made me!"

"Well, yes, true. Your physical body is time lord. Your blood is time vortex. So, you're something new. But who really cares? You're my child, that is what really matters."

"Fine. So I'm allowed to wander around once more?"

"Yes. Would you like to be shown to our thief and his companion now? I feel it may be safe to do so now."

"No, not yet. It's still too soon. Maybe… maybe one day. But not right now. Right now you can help me make a sonic screwdriver?"

"No. If you manage to make one without my help then you can keep it but I told you I wouldn't make you one."

"But that's not fair!"

"Probably not."

Harry paused in what he was doing when he heard the engines of his mother start to whine before they abruptly shut down and Harry felt the strangest sensation when he seemed to phase out slightly before returning back to his normal solid state.

"Er… mum? This is going to sound strange but I just ceased to exist for a second there. Is everything okay?" Harry asked, looking up at the ceiling as he waited for an answer. He frowned when he didn't get an answer, stretching out his senses instead and feeling a sinking sensation in his stomach as he couldn't even feel his mother's presence like he normally could if he concentrated hard enough. "Mum?"

Harry nibbled his lip and consciously forced himself to not de-age. His mother needed him and he was no use to her as a child. Once he felt stable and was certain that he'd stay twenty-four (ish), he stood from his spot where he'd been sitting and quickly made his way to the console room, hoping he'd be able to find out what had happened and help his mother. Absently he also hoped that their thief was okay, but also had a sinking feeling that he had something to do with this. He always had something to do with these situations.

Harry quickly moved and sat in one of the seats at the console and started to type on the keyboard, whilst pulling the screen to him so he could see it better. He swiped across the screen when it came up with the usual circular Gallifreyan, tapping the area he needed to look at and started to look for what could possibly be the cause for what had happened. Harry had never even read anything like this happening and his mother hadn't told him he could actually cease to exist and quite frankly he didn't want to experience something like that ever again.

He frowned however when he read what was on the screen, wondering just how many times he was going to be surprised and confused in equal measure today. Apparently, if what he was reading was right, then his mother no longer fully existed and the only reason the inside of the Tardis hadn't compressed into nothing was because of him. He wasn't a fixed point in time, but he also didn't have his own timeline anymore so he wasn't actually on the radar of the beings outside. Reapers. He'd read about them, ironically in Every Gallifreyan Child's Pop-Up Book of Nasty Creatures From Other Dimensions. Now he just had to wonder what the hell had happened with the Doctor and Rose to cause this to happen.

Mentally he blamed Rose. Couldn't trust bloody humans to not interfere with matters of time whenever the opportunity was presented to them. He couldn't help but wonder just why the Doctor would put a human in that position in the first place. Still, hopefully whatever had been changed could be reversed because he wanted his mum back.

Deciding to occupy his time slightly and prevent himself from going insane with worry, he booted up solitaire on half of the screen (classic way to waste time, even for non-humans) and then put up a live feed of what was going on outside the Tardis. He was actually a little surprised it worked given his mother was offline and didn't technically exist in that timeline right now.

He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth though.

Giving part of his attention to the game of solitaire (though he was pretty certain he'd soon get bored and hoped that the Doctor hadn't gotten rid of Minesweeper again. Though admittedly the confused look on the Doctor's face every time he saw the game was totally worth having to repeatedly download it) and then the rest on the live feed, where it quickly became apparent that it was indeed Rose's fault.

"Bloody humans," Harry muttered under his breath with a shake of his head, paying more attention to the feed, and absently noting that he was sort of treating it like he was watching a soap opera. Though it really did feel like it was, given they were currently all screaming and looked dressed like they were going to something fancy. Possibly a wedding given they were all in a church. Though they could be there just because it was old and probably the safest place to be away from the reapers.

Harry frowned slightly when he saw Rose jump back from hugging the Doctor as though burnt, then grinned when he saw a key to his mother drop on the floor. With a little bit of concentration, Harry made the key start to glow from the heat and silently hoped the Doctor would realise he was telling him he was still there. That he and his mother could still be saved.

He actually cheered out loud when he realised the Doctor had indeed gotten his message and started fiddling with a mobile phone before powering it up with the sonic screwdriver. Harry then spun around on the chair and ran to the other side of the console, pulling a lever down quickly and smacking a bell with the hammer attached. He started to spin the wheel quickly, fixing on to the connection he felt with the key.

He couldn't help but laugh as he ran around the Tardis to look on the screen, but felt his heart lurch and stared in horror as he watched Rose's mother hand a baby Rose into the arms of the adult Rose and suddenly blipped out of existence once more.