This is my first Doctor Who fic, so I'd be much obliged if you gave me some constructive critisism. In this fic, the Ninth, Tenth, and Eleventh Doctor never happened. Harry is the Ninth Doctor. Please review, and above all, please enjoy. The updates will be very sporadic, as I will update this only when I have the time to do so.

Harry Potter was sitting in a couch in the living room of the Burrow, the day after his seventeenth birthday. In his hand was a very strange watch. It had an intricate design, with symbols carved here and there, circles and lines all over the lid. It had been posted from Gringotts. Apparently, it was passed down from his father to be given to him on his seventeenth birthday.

The watch apparently had quite the history, known to span back ten generations, passed down from father to son, according to the letter that had accompanied the watch. According to said letter, opening the watch was impossible, but Harry found that it was quite possible. He had never fully opened the watch, however, as he was afraid of what it might hold.

Opening it about one millimeter, he snapped it shut again, then put it in his pocket. Then, he took it out again and opened it two millimeters, before snapping it shut once more. He didn't know if he dared open it more than that. After all, Harry had never had much luck with magical objects. Riddle's diary was a testament to that.

But this watch, however, there was something about it that really reached out to him, something... different... Holding it, Harry felt a certain longing he had only felt when he lay in the grass, staring up at the stars...

Taking a deep breath, he opened it fully and stared at the time device. Immediately, he was showered with information, knowledge and memories. A bright, golden light enveloped him, exploded out of every single pore of his body.

After almost thirty seconds, it ended. The light stopped, and where Harry once sat, now sat a slightly different Harry. His scar was gone, his hair longer, now reaching down to his shoulders. He was a bit taller, and his body a bit fitter.

"That... was different... Never been in a wizard's body before," Harry said to himself, rising from the couch and stretching. It felt very... weird... He took off his glasses, as his vision was now blurry with them on.

"Harry," came a tired-sounding voice from the stairs. He looked over to see a sleepy Hermione standing on the bottom step, rubbing her tired eyes. "What was that noise?"

"Oh, hello, Hermione!" Harry said happily. "Fancy meeting you here! Then again, it's no surprise that you're here, is it?"

Hermione sighed and opened her eyes, getting a good look at Harry. Her jaw dropped in surprise.

"Harry! Your scar! Your hair!"

Harry hummed and felt his pulse. Four beats, two pulses, two hearts. He grinned at Hermione and said, "Yeah, that's what you'll find to be weird about me."

"What are you talking about? What happened to you?"

"Come with me, Hermione, I'll tell you a thrilling tale, though not really all that thrilling, but very informative, a tale that even I didn't know about until two minutes ago."

Harry moved over to Hermione and grabbed her arm, pulling her with him to the kitchen, where he sat her down at the kitchen table, and took a seat himself.

"Tell me something, Hermione, have you ever heard of a Time Lord? Of course you haven't. It'd be ridiculous if you had. Is this how I am now? Naturally talkative?" he asked in surprise, while Hermione just gaped at him in silent disbelief. "Anyway, this story begins many moons ago. Ten generations, to be exact. You see, I am a Time Lord, an alien from the planet Gallifrey. You with me so far? Of course you are. You're Hermione. You don't believe me, yet you're registering every single word I'm saying, that's what I like about you.

"Anyway, I'm from the planet Gallifrey, and I'm a time-traveling, planet-hopping Time Lord known as the Doctor. Ten generations ago, when I reached my nine hundred and second year, I grew weary of living in solitude, so I sealed my Time Lord essence in this nifty little watch, effectively turning me human. I married a witch named Nancy O'Leary, and we had a wizard child named Thomas, who married a witch named Andrea Potter. This watch, although my human self had no idea why, was passed down from father to son until it found a suitable body to hold the essence, effectively turning me back into a Time Lord."

"Harry..." Hermione muttered, rubbing her temples. "Did you hit your head or something?"

"Don't believe me? Here," Harry said as he reached out, grabbing Hermione's wrist and bringing her hand to the left side of his chest, letting her feel his heart. Then, he moved her hand to the right side of his chest, letting her feel his other heart. Hermione's eyes widened, and she pulled her hand back with a gasp.

"That... You... What the...?"

"I told you, Time Lord. Two hearts," Harry said smugly. "Anyway, back to my tale. I, as Harry, opened the watch, absorbing the Time Lord essence, turning me back into the Doctor, which you will be referring me to from now on. I regenerated, a way for Time Lords to cheat death, and turned into this," he finished his tale, gesturing for himself.

"Alright... Say I believe you..." Hermione whispered, closing her eyes, appearing deep in thought. "How does one fit nine hundred years of knowledge and memories into a watch?"

"Using the Chameleon Arch, of course," Harry said, happy to speak. He really did love his voice. "The Chameleon Arch is a piece of Time Lord technology which can modify the biology of a Gallifreyan, so the cells register as another species. It's a cellular modifier used to store a Time Lord's memories and original biological information." He looked over Hermione's disbelieving face and smiled. "You still don't believe me, do you?"

"Not really..." Hermione said. "You have to admit, it's a bit out there."

"So is a flying carriage pulled by pegasuses? Pegasi? Whatever, winged horses," Harry said simply, smiling brightly at Hermione. "Tell you what, how about I take you to see my TARDIS?"

"Your what?" Hermione asked, blinking.

"My TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimension In Space. TARDIS. It's a space-time vehicle used by the Time Lords. Wanna see it?"

"You really believe all this, don't you?" Hermione asked in disbelief. Then, she sighed. "Very well... Doctor... Show me your TARDIS."

"Come on," Harry said, grabbing Hermione's hand and pulling her to her feet, before rushing out of the Burrow, past the anti-apparition wards, and then, without a word, he turned on the spot and disappeared with Hermione.

The two of them reappeared in the darkness at the outskirts of a forest. Harry immediately started walking, looking over the trees and humming every now and then.

"Har- Doctor, where are we?" Hermione corrected herself at a look from Harry, or rather, the Doctor.

"The Forest of Dean," the Doctor said simply. "I left my TARDIS here somewhere, in case I'd ever come back. Cloaked, naturally."

"Naturally..." Hermione said dryly. "Harry, this has gone on long enough. You've obviously taken some kind of hit to the head, and I think we should-"

"Hold it," the Doctor said, raising a hand. "This is it! This is where I left it!" He reached out and snapped his fingers. In front of their eyes, a blue police telephone box appeared out of thin air, fading into view slowly, and the Doctor grinned widely.

"Still think I'm crazy?" he asked Hermione, then gestured for her to follow him. "Wait until you see the inside!"

He opened the door to the telephone box and waved Hermione inside. She went in, albeit hesitantly, and gasped as soon as she got inside.

The inside of the telephone box was much larger than the outside. Much, much larger. Immediately inside was a large, domed room with a large, bronze, mushroom-shaped console in the center, that had a column of light in the very center of it, going straight up into the ceiling. It looked like a massive coral of some sort, with it's very strange design of winding, twisting bronze pillars.

"Now do you believe me?" the Doctor asked as he crossed his arms with a smirk. Hermione was just staring around gaping.

"This... This is amazing... You're telling the truth, really telling the truth, aren't you?" she asked, and the Doctor nodded seriously.

"I am. Would you like to take a trip?" Harry asked as he closed the door and walked over to the console.

"Harry, I'm hardly dressed properly."

"Doctor."

"Doctor," Hermione corrected herself, nodding slowly.

"And don't worry about clothes. I have plenty. No robes, though. Had never encountered any wizards before I locked away my essence, really. And besides, robes? Who wears that these days? Too sixteenth century," the Doctor said with distaste. He started pressing away at the console, pushing a button here, pulling a lever there, doing something energetic with a pump somewhere else. The pillar of light in the center started glowing brighter, and a grinding sound reverberated through the TARDIS, which started shaking something fierce.

Hermione gave off a yelp of surprise as she fell over, her eyes wide in surprise. Then, as soon as it had begun, the grinding and the shaking stopped, and the Doctor grinned down at Hermione.

"Right, a change in clothing before we go?" he said and pointed. "There's a wardrobe through there. First left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, it's the fifth door on your left."

"How do I look?" the Doctor asked as he came out of his dressing room, wearing a leather jacket over a dark brown, round-necked shirt, faded slacks and battered shoes. His hair was tied into a ponytail, and if he'd say so himself, he looked quite good.

"Very seventies," Hermione said, now wearing a pair of jeans, a tee, and a pink sweater. The Doctor grinned.

"That's the point."

He opened the door to the TARDIS and led Hermione outside, at which point her eyes widened considerably at the different election posters posted all around them in London.

"Doctor..." Hermione said, blinking. "Where are we?"

"The question you should ask is... when are we?" the Doctor said with a pleased grin as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Nineteen seventy-nine, Margaret Thatcher just became the country's first female prime minister," he said, scratching his ear absentmindedly.

"Nineteen seventy-nine..." Hermione whispered in disbelief. Then, her eyes widened in realization. "Doctor, we can meet your parents!"

"And say what?" the Doctor asked, laughing out loud. "'Hi, mum, dad, I'm your son and many times great grandfather who's just traveled through time?'"

"Many times great..." Hermione repeated. "Wait, do you mean that you're the Doctor, and the Harry I knew is, what, gone?"

"Not at all. Well, kind of," the Doctor added, humming. "I suppose the best way to explain it is that both Harry and my old self are gone, and that we have merged to become what you see before you right now."

"This is big..." Hermione muttered, and the Doctor slung an arm around her shoulders, leading her back into the TARDIS. "Wait, aren't we going exploring?"

"Nah, we can come back whenever we want. No, there are other things that need doing in this universe."

"U-Universe?" Hermione stuttered, and the Doctor laughed as he closed the door.

"This is not just a time machine. It can also go anywhere in the universe. Want to see Pluto? I figured we'd start out small. If you want, of course."

"I... I think I'd like to stay on earth for a while," Hermione said, plopping down on the floor while still staring disbelievingly around the TARDIS. "Did you build this yourself?"

"No, of course not. A TARDIS isn't built, it's grown," the Doctor said simply, making Hermione's eyebrows shoot up.

"Grown?"

"Grown," the Doctor confirmed, smirking. "And, weeell, I didn't grow this one. It might have belonged to another Time Lord named Marnal, which I kind of borrowed without permission. But with every intention of giving it back."

"So why didn't you?" Hermione asked, and immediately noticed how the Doctor's face grew sad, a forlorn look on his face.

"There... There was a war..." he said, slowly turning a dial on the console without looking at Hermione. "I'm the last of the Time Lords now."

Hermione drew in a breath, clapping a hand to her mouth as the implications of what that statement meant hit her. A whole race had been wiped out.

"I'm... Doctor, I'm so sorry."

"It was a long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away," the Doctor said, a hint of a smirk on his face. "Don't worry your bushy little head about it. Now, I think it's for the best if we don't tell the Weasleys about my change. If Ron found out that I was a time-traveling alien on top of a world-famous wizard..."

"Yeah," Hermione said, nodding in agreement. They didn't need to speak out loud what would happen. They both knew.

"So!" the Doctor said, clapping his hands together and rubbing them. "Milady, where would you like to go? Backwards or forwards in time?"

"You can't go forwards in time, only backwards," Hermione said, and the Doctor laughed.

"You've obviously never been in a TARDIS. I know, this is going to blow your mind!" he said as he started pushing buttons, then started pumping a lever furiously. Hermione, who had slowly been wrapping her mind around this whole thing, suddenly felt a spark of excitement. If they could go anywhere they wished... The possibilities... Go back to the time of Merlin and meet the man himself! She could see the great Goblin Rebellion of Fourteen Fifty-Five with her own eyes!

Outside, with a swirling kaleidoscope of shimmering color flaring around it, the TARDIS tumbled through a time vortex. Inside, the Doctor turned a dial as the telltale grinding sound of travel ebbed away.

"Where are we?" Hermion asked, and the Doctor gestured toward the doors. Hermione smiled, suddenly feeling excited. "What's out there?"

The Doctor gestured again. Hermione stepped outside the doors to find herself in some kind of wooden room. The Doctor followed, and fishing some long, metallic wand out of his pocket, he opened the shutters of an enormous window. They went down the stairs and found themselves staring down at planet Earth.

"You lot," the Doctor said. "You spend all your time thinking about dying. But you never take the time to imagine the impossible. Maybe you survive. This is the year five-point-five-slash-apple-slash-two-six. Five billion years in your future. This is the day... hold on..." He looked at his watch, and just then, a shockwave went through the sun, which started to grow rapidly. "This is the day the sun expands," the Doctor continued, looking with a smile at the stunned Hermione. "Welcome to the end of the world."

"Shuttles five and six now docking. Guests are reminded that platform one forbids the use of weapons, teleportation and religion. Earth Death is scheduled for fifteen thirty-nine, followed by drinks in the Manchester Suite," came a female voice over the speakers as the Doctor and Hermione walked through a corridor on board the space station they had landed in.

"So, when it says 'guests,' does that mean people?" Hermione asked, and the Doctor raised an eyebrow.

"Depends on what you mean by people."

"I mean people. What do you mean?"

"Aliens," the Doctor said simply. Hermione took a few seconds to wrap her mind around that concept.

"What are they doing on board this spaceship? What's it all for?"

The Doctor started to open a door with his metal wand, which he had informed her was known as a sonic screwdriver.

"It's not really a spaceship. More like an observation deck. The great and the good are gathering to watch the planet burn."

"What for?"

"Fun."

They entered a large observation gallery, and the Doctor looked back at Hermione.

"Mind you, when I said the great and the good, what I mean is, the rich."

"But, hold on, they did this once on Newsround Extra, the sun expanding. That takes hundreds of years."

"Millions," the Doctor said. "But the planet's now property of the National Trust. They've been keeping it preserved. See down there?" he asked and pointed out the window at tiny glints of light orbiting the Earth. "Gravity satellite. That's holding back the sun."

"The planet looks the same as ever," Hermione said, peering out the window. "Now I know that can't be right. The continents should have shifted."

"They did. And the Trust shifted them back," the Doctor said. "That's a classic Earth. But now the money's run out, nature takes over!"

"How long has it got?"

The Doctor looked at his watch.

"About half an hour. And the planet gets roasted."

"So, what are we doing here?"

"I want to see it end," the Doctor said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I, meaning my previous self, has saved this world so many times. But all things must come to an end. Time's up for the Earth."

"But what about the people?"

"It's empty! They're all gone. All left."

Hermione looked back to the window, realization dawning on her. "Just me, then, now that you have suddenly turned into a two-hearted alien."

A blue-skinned man approached them, looking very, very angry with them.

"Who the hell are you?" he demanded, and the Doctor spun around to face him.

"Oh, that's nice! Thanks."

"But how did you get in? This is a maximum hospitality zone. The guests have disembarked! They're on their way any second now!"

"That's me, I'm a guest, look! I've got an invitation!" the Doctor said as he reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small leather wallet and flashing it at the Steward, showing a blank piece of paper inside it. "Look, there you see? It's fine, see? The Doctor plus one. I'm the Doctor, and this is Hermione Granger. She's my plus one. That alright?"

"Well... obviously," the Steward said, nodding, and the Doctor grinned. "Apologies, et cetera. If you're on board, we'd better start. Enjoy."

The Doctor nodded at him. After the Steward walked off, the Doctor showed Hermione the card he had flashed.

"The paper's slightly psychic. Shows them whatever I want them to see. Saves a lot of time."

"He's blue," Hermione said, still staring at the Steward.

"Yeah."

"Okay..."

The Steward, standing at a podium by the door, started speaking into a microphone, "We have in attendance, the Doctor and Hermione Granger. Thank you! All staff to their positions."

He clapped his hand, and a whole bunch of little blue people came out from out of nowhere and started scurrying around.

"Hurry now! Thank you, as quick as we can! Come along, come along! And now, might I introduce the next honored guest, representing the forest of Cheem, we have Trees. Namely, Jabe, Lute, and Coffa."

The doors opened, and three people, strange-looking humanoids with large, intricate heads, and wood-like skin, came in, two of them males wearing armor, and the third a woman, wearing a dress.

"There will be an exchange of gifts representing peace," the Steward said. "If you can keep the room circulating, thank you. Next, from the solicitors Jolco and Jolco, the Moxx of Balhoon."

The Doctor smiled cheerily as Hermione looked bewildered, when a blue-skinned, dome-headed, fat little creature came in, sitting on a remote-controlled chair, his legs too small and weak to carry his weight.

"And next, the inventors of hyposlip travel systems, the brothers Hop Pyleen. Thank you! Cal 'Spark Plug'. Mr. and Mrs. Pakoo. The Ambassadors from the City State of Binding Light."

Jabe, the female Tree approached the Doctor. On either side of her, her companions were holding plant trays with little shoots in them.

"A Gift of Peace," Jabe said, taking a cutting and handing it to the Doctor. "I bring you a cutting of my grandfather."

"Thank you!" the Doctor said, handing the cutting to Hermione. "Yes, gifts... erm..." He cleared his throat and started feeling his jacket for something. Finding nothing, he said, "In return, I give you air from my lungs," and blew gently onto the face of Jabe, who closed her eyes briefly.

"How... intimate," she said as she opened her eyes again.

"There's more where that came from," the Doctor said flirtatiously, winking at her, and she smiled.

"I bet there is..."

Hermione had the sort of look on her face that was to be expected of someone who had just witnessed their newly transformed best friend flirting with a walking, talking tree.

"Sponsor of the main event, please welcome the Face of Boe," the Steward announced. A huge head in an equally huge jaw filled with some sort of liquid was wheeled through the doors as the Moxx of Balhoon approached the Doctor and Hermione.

"The Moxx of Balhoon," the Doctor greeted with a nod, which the Moxx returned.

"My felicitations on this historical happenstance. I give you the gift of bodily saliva," he said, and spat very accurately into Hermione's left eye, making the Doctor laugh.

"Thank you very much," the Doctor said as Hermione rubbed the spit out of her eye.

"Refreshments will now be served. Earth Death in thirty minutes," the Steward announced.

Hermione had a lost, overwhelmed expression on her face. Everywhere she looked there were aliens, but no other humans. She rushed from the gallery. Concerned, the Doctor started to follow her, but was stopped by Jabe.

"Doctor?" she said and snapped a photo of him when he paused. "Thank you."

Nodding, the Doctor proceeded on, Jabe walking in the opposite direction.

"Hermione!" the Doctor called as he stepped out into the corridor, stopping the running woman in her tracks. "Where are you going?"

"I just... I had to get out of there..." Hermione muttered as the Doctor approached her. "It's a bit overwhelming."

"It can be a bit hard to take in, but hey! You survived being exposed to the magical world, right?" the Doctor asked, smiling and patting Hermione on the shoulder. "Just embrace this new universe you've been introduced to."

Hermione closed her eyes and took a long breath, a look of deep concentration on her face. Then, she exhaled slowly and opened her eyes.

"Alright."

"Splendid!" Harry said happily. "Now, wanna come back inside and watch the world explode?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Earth Death in one minute. Earth Death in one minute."

"Just look at it," the Doctor said to Hermione as he stood watching the Earth. "Nine and a half billion years. I'd say this planet's had a good run."

"Watching something like this, the death of a planet, from space... It makes you feel so..."

"Insignificant," the Doctor agreed with a nod, only to get a cross look from Hermione.

"I was going to say small."

"Small and insignificant," the Doctor said, only to get smacked in the chest by his female companion.

"You know what really gets me?" Hermione said, looking deeply thoughtful. "Billions of years since the Earth was created, and yet billions of planets haven't even been born yet... Even Earth is just an insignificant speck, a small, hardly noticeable dot in the universe."

"That's pretty deep. But there aren't many species that are quite like humans," the Doctor said. "It's sad to see them no longer inhabiting the earth."

"Planet explodes in ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three... two... one..."

The planet below was suddenly engulfed by the sun, the surface scorching and the crust slowly burning away. Then, it exploded, to applause from the spectators, including the Doctor, who clapped solemnly.

Within moments, the Manchester Suite was emptied, as everyone had finished their drinks and were ready to head home.

"Shuttles four and six departing. This unit now closing down for maintenance."

The Manchester Suite was now completely empty apart from Hermione, who was standing at the window watching the Earth with a very vulnerable and sad look on her face, oblivious to the Doctor watching her from the doorway. Rocks flew past the window, and she turned around when she heard the Doctor's footsteps as he came to stand beside her.

"The end of the Earth. It's gone," Hermione said. "All those years... all that history... gone to thunderous applause..."

The Doctor held out his hand to her. "Come with me," he said.

Hermione took his hand, and they walked away together, back to the TARDIS.

Back in nineteen ninety-seven, the TARDIS appeared behind the chicken coop at the Burrow. It was still nighttime there. The Doctor and Hermione got out of the TARDIS and the Doctor snapped his fingers, cloaking it once more. Hermione looked over the little village, seeing it in a new light as the Doctor stood beside her.

"You think it'll last forever. People, cars, concrete... But it won't. One day, it's all gone. Even the sky. Just like my planet."

"You were right," Hermione said, sighing. "I do feel insignificant. But in a good way."

"How does one feel insignificant in a good way?" the Doctor asked, blinking. Hermione smiled brightly.

"My life is short, insignificant, not even living through a mere fraction of the planet's history, let alone the universe's. Therefore, I figure I should go out there, see as much as I can while I can."

"A very good view," the Doctor said, patting Hermione on the shoulder. "But you should never believe that your life is insignificant."

Hermione smiled, but didn't answer. Instead, she just looked at him and said, "Can we go inside now? I'd kind of like to get some sleep."

"Of course."

So, what did you guys think? I realize that I took most of this from Episode 2 of Series 1, but I couldn't think of a better way to introduce Hermione to the TARDIS and time-travel. Please review!