AN: I am sorry this chapter is so short. I wanted to give you a taster of the next chapter before I buckle down to my revision as I have loads to do. Thank you for all the reviews and I will promise t edit this tomorrow morning. In this chapter the Doctor meets Harry and learns the truth that Dumbledore is no longer alive….

The Doctor carefully ran his finger along Harry's wand tip and sighed

'Well, if you would be as so kind to lower your wand, I promise you I am not a threat and besides that thing doesn't really work on me,' the Doctor added shrugging but he looked slightly nervous, eyeing the wand and its owner carefully.

'How do I know you're not just- Harry began but he sighed and lowered his wand almost instantly, the Doctor pulled back the door and examined the name plate on the door. His eyes widened and he turned to the wizard who was no sat on the edge of his bed. Rose was looking at him intently.

'You're Harry Potter,' the Doctor said astounded 'well, I never,'

Harry groaned

'You never heard of me before or summert,' Harry grumbled sarcastically and threw his wand back on his bedside cabinet.

'Harry Potter,' the Doctor said thoughtfully 'Now I come to think about it,' the Doctor thought some more 'you are the son of Lily and James Potter, that correct,'

'Well done,' Harry said impatiently 'ten points if you can guess why you know who I am,' he added sulkily.

'Sorry,' the doctor said quickly 'drawing a blank,'

'Well you'd be the first wizard ever to not know why I am famous, does the blonde know?' Harry added

'Excuse me, the blonde has a name,' Rose replied tartly 'and no I aint got a clue who you or what I'm doing here,' she added glaring menacingly at the Doctor.

'I'm not a wizard,' the Doctor replied, he wandered further into the room and examined some photos that were up on the wall, it then all flooded back to him. He slowly tuned to face Harry.

'You're the famous Harry Potter and you let two strangers walk into your apartment, are you feeling alright,' the Doctor explained.

'That Harry Potter died a long long time ago, with her,' Harry added quietly.

'Who are you talking about…' the Doctor asked slowly, he examined one of the pictures closer when the office door burst open again and Ginny Weasley entered. Her ginger hair flailing over her shoulders, she looked stunned to see Doctor and Rose standing there.

'Oh, didn't know we were all headed for the same place,' she said puzzled

'Mistaken room,' the Doctor answered 'well we wont trouble you any more Mr Potter, c'mon Rose, I'm sure Minerva is around here somewhere and it will be nice to see Albus again-'

'Albus Dumbledore,' Ginny said, she paused and looked at the Doctor who had turned to face her 'he, he died nearly 4 years ago surely you knew that,'

The Doctors face fell and he blinked several times before leaving the room quickly with Rose close behind. Rose shut the door behind them and caught up with the Doctor, all the time looking quite confused.

'Do you mind telling me what is going on,' Rose demanded as they turned a corner sharply.

'Right,' the Doctor stopped and sighed, he shut his eyes for a brief moment and turned to face Rose.

'Sixty years ago by your calendar I was at Hogwarts as an unofficial mature student. I had run into Albus Dumbledore in the nineteen twenties over in Dublin. He offered me the hand of friendship and for nearly five years Albus Dumbledore travelled the cosmos with me. When he expressed a desire to return home I was more than glad to let him hope off. He was very wise. We shared a love of jelly babies,' and the Doctor grinned reminiscently.

'So anyway, I dropped him off in 1940, a year into the muggles world war and he told me if there was anything I ever needed I would always be welcome at Hogwarts. He was forever telling me that one day he would become headmaster,' the Doctor paused 'and I returned in 1942 where Albus voiced his concerns to me of a young student by the name of Tom Riddle. He was in his sixth year at Hogwarts. Dumbledore told me that he was a quiet boy, but somewhat of a mysterious one too.'

'Excuse me, who the devil are you,' a shrill voice yelled down the corridor. Professor Minerva McGonagall stood in her night robes at the end of the corridor holding her wand high in the air so it illuminated the hallway.

'Blimey Minerva, you've grown old just a fair bit,' the Doctor said. 'It's me, the Doctor,'

AN: Please read and review. Don't own anything as usual. Please don't flame me for my spelling and grammar ect. I;m learning still. And Rose is a cockney so she never speaks grammatically correct English!