A.N This is set during the current series of Doctor Who, kind of how I wished it would go lol. There is likely to be only one more chapter to this story, but don't hold me to that XD
Chapter two
"Do you know what time it i…Doctor?" Harry blinked sleepily out into the darkness.
"I need your help, please," The Doctor begged, his face so pale he was nearly grey, his eyes red and his clothes dirty.
"How?" Harry asked.
"Come, with me, we can't move her," The Doctor pleaded. Harry quickly summoned a pair of boots and jammed his feet into them as he grabbed his keys from the back of the door and shoved it into his pocket. He was hurrying out the door and tugging it closed behind him in a minute, following the Doctor through his snow filled pathway to the blue box parked right outside his house. He shoved down his shock as they ran inside the TARDIS and ran through what he reckoned was the console room which was massive and up a set of metal stairs, and down a corridor.
"Is it Amy?" Harry panted as they shot down another corridor.
"Yes. Please," The Doctor grabbed his hand and pulled him into a room that turned out to be a bedroom, with a worryingly pale and still red headed woman lying on the bed and a crying brown haired man holding her hand.
"I'm sorry, I need for you to let go of her hand and step away," Harry said softly to Rory whom he recognised from the pictures the Doctor had shown him.
"What…" Rory's voice was husky with his tears and he looked like he was going into shock.
"This is Harry, he's going to try and help," The Doctor grabbed Rory's shoulders and gently tugged him a few steps away from the bed as Harry tugged his wand out from where he had stuffed it into his arm holster at the hammering on his door in the middle of the night. Sucking in a deep breath he closed his eyes and centred himself quickly before opening them and starting to quickly cast diagnosis spells on Amy.
"Doctor I need you to go to my house, in my bedroom there is a pouch of potions in my bedside cabinet, it's the room with the light still on, go and get them for me," Harry said as he took in all the details the spell fed back to him. Some he shoved to the back of his mind, they weren't injuries that were threatening her life now, and focused on what was.
"Can you help?" Rory asked shakily as the Doctor raced out the room. "I looked and there's too much damage."
"You're a nurse right?" Harry asked as he set about stemming the blood flow around the wound in her stomach.
"Y…yes," Rory nodded.
"Ok, I'm going to slow down the bleeding and then repair the wound from the inside out, nerves, arteries, muscles, skin. She's lost a lot of blood though, one of the potions that the Doctor has gone to get is a blood replenisher. Rory, I'm fairly sure I got here in time but the next twenty four hours will be touch and go," Harry warned the man, even as he started the swirling pattern with his wand over Amy's stomach. At Rory's nod of understanding Harry started up the spell, a lyrical, repetitive chant almost that bled together into quite a beautiful sound. Rory was enthralled as he watched Harry work, hope springing in his chest for the first time since he had heard Amy crying out in pain, turning in time to see her collapsing, blood spilling from between her fingers as she held her stomach.
The Doctor raced into the room gripping tightly hold of the pouch he had been sent to collect and hurried over, standing next to Rory and watching Harry working. He started a little when Rory reached out and gripped his free hand tightly, clearly seeking and giving support.
"We know the dangers, this is not your fault," Rory said firmly, his tone brooking no arguments, as he took his eyes off his wife briefly to look sternly at the Doctor before turning back to watch closely as he gripped the Doctor's hand tighter. Tears filled his eyes he turned back to watch Harry and Amy as he squeezed back.
They both watched awed as over the next half an hour the wound in Amy's stomach healed in front of their eyes, Harry working away, chanting steadily.
"Doctor, I need the purple potion with the red through it, when I nod I need you to tilt her head back and make sure she drinks it all. It will start replacing the blood she's lost," Harry instructed a little hoarsely. Nodding his understanding the Doctor watched Harry closely this time as he started up the chant again, his wand moving in a steadily figure of eight movement. A few moments later he gave a nod and Rory and the Doctor both moved, between them they managed to tilt Amy's head and pour the potion down her throat, the Doctor pouring the potion, Rory rubbing her throat.
Stepping back they then had to wait another twenty minutes before Harry staggered back and dropped tiredly onto the side of the bed, pale and sweating heavily with the strain of the magic he had had to perform. Rory moved quickly to take Amy's hand, checking her pulse and breathing a sigh of relief when he found it was weak but steady. The Doctor hurried to Harry's side, crouching down and resting his hand on his back concerned.
"I'm just tired," Harry reassured him.
"Thank you," The Doctor breathed out cupping Harry's cheeks, the pure gratitude and relief in his eyes making a lump appear in Harry's throat.
"She's not out of the woods yet, the next 24 hours are important. But I think she will be fine," Harry reached up and gripped his wrists. "Now, you can get me to a shower and a bed, and tomorrow we will move her into my house, I want her to stay close for the next few days at least, you can park this thing in my back yard so people don't ask questions," Harry instructed.
"Ok," The Doctor nodded, reaching out and gripping Harry's elbows to pull him to his feet. Harry blinked confused before he smiled and looked back at Rory nodding to him.
"I've set an alarm on her to alert me to any changes in her condition, so you try and get some sleep yourself," He told the man.
"I will, thank you so much," Rory looked up smiling faintly at him before looking back to Amy. The Doctor helped Harry out the room and took him to one across the hall revealing it to be another bedroom.
"How big is this place?!" Harry asked shocked.
"Erm, I have 10 bedrooms all en suit, three kitchens, four living rooms, two dining rooms, two libraries, a pool - in one of the libraries, one very large wardrobe room - time traveller, a conservatory, and a lot of other rooms I have no idea about," The Doctor listed thoughtfully.
"Bloody hell," Harry laughed. "It's more amazing than I imagined,"
"I have no idea how I can ever thank you for…"
"Shut up right now!" Harry said sternly making the Doctor blink at him shocked. "I helped because you are a friend, you don't need to thank me,"
"Thank you," The Doctor said simply, softly, before leading Harry into the en suit and cranking on the shower with a series of complicated buttons.
"Erm…you might have to come in and turn that off, I'm not sure I have any idea what any of those do," Harry blinked at the shower.
"I'll go and get you clean pyjamas and wait in the bedroom for you," The Doctor told him already hurrying out the bathroom. Shaking his head amused Harry quickly stripped off and stepped into the shower, actually groaning out loud as the hot water hit his skin at the perfect temperature and actually seemed to be massaging his sore muscles. Sighing he just stood and allowed the water to beat off of him and sooth him.
Finally he moved and started washing himself quickly once the tiredness that had been creeping over him stated threatening to lull him to sleep where he was standing if he wasn't careful. Struggling out the shower he grabbed the towel resting on the rack and wrapped it tightly around him as the cold seeped in with his tiredness.
"Ah, here you go and I shall go turn the shower off while you change," The Doctor thrust a pair of pyjamas at him before hurrying into the bathroom leaving Harry blinking after him. Had he been blushing? He was fairly sure it was a blush. "Are you changed?" the Doctor called a few moments later.
"Yup you're safe," Harry shouted back as he finished tying the pyjama bottoms.
"Oh good, you…you…sleep sleep sleep is good! You should sleep!" The Doctor rambled as he shut the bathroom door behind himself and started edging towards the bedroom door.
"Are you ok? You're a little more…energetically spastic than normal," Harry asked concerned as he tugged the pyjama top on.
"Fine…fine…I'm fine, absolutely, totally, completely fine!" The Doctor nodded.
"So you're fine?" Harry smiled flopping onto the bed.
"Fine, totally fine yes. I'll just go move the TARDIS!"
"Back yard! And try not to squash my plants!"
Harry groaned as he woke up, his head feeling a little fuzzy and his body a little achy as normal from a big burst of magic. Yawning he stretched and winced as he heard his bones cracking loudly before he levered himself into a sitting position, looking around the bedroom now he was awake.
It was actually very nice, he never really considered that metal would be homey, but it was, the room was domed, blue fabric hanging from the ceiling to the wall, a calm lighting had come on when he woke up. The bed was something that could come from Hogwarts, a huge four poster bed. A wardrobe, chest of draws, and a collection of interesting looking items.
Stretching again he absently checked the spell he had on Amy finding her still sleeping, all her stats steady. Standing up he cast a basic cleansing charm before wandering to the door deciding to try and find something to eat before he went to see Amy again, he needed something to replace his energy, and coffee, definitely coffee. Stepping out into the hall way he looked around curiously before deciding to wander another time.
"Point me, kitchen," He said before following his wand through three corridors until it swung to point at a doorway. Hesitating unsurely he bit his lip before pushing the door open. Smiling to himself he leant against the doorway to watch the Doctor bouncing around to the music - something he was fairly certain was from the future - as he cooked something that smelt amazing!
"Harry?!" The Doctor was blushing again making Harry wonder when he turned around and caught Harry watching him.
"Sorry, just wondering whether it's safe for you to be cooking," Harry smiled stepping into the kitchen and making his way over to the Doctor.
"Ah one of the few things that I can cook," The Doctor said proudly motioning to the cooker.
"Pancakes?" Harry raised his eye brow.
"The most amazing pancakes you will ever taste," The Doctor bragged plating a few and handing the plate to Harry. Looking doubtful as he remembered the food poisoning he met hopeful hazely green eyes and mentally groaned. Sitting down at the table he cut a small piece, looking back up into hopeful eyes before he took a cautious bite.
"Oh Merlin that is amazing!" Harry muttered through his mouthful as the taste exploded across his tongue.
"See, ye of little faith!" The Doctor said smugly sitting down with his own plate beside Harry.
"You did give your friends food poisoning," Harry pointed out before quickly taking another bite and humming happily.
"I can cook some things, small things," The Doctor shrugged.
"Well this is amazing, you'll have to cook this for Amy and Rory," Harry said happily. Seeing the Doctor's face falling he nudged him gently with his shoulder. "Hey,"
"I got Amy hurt, this is why they should stop travelling with me," The Doctor frowned. "Probably why they shouldn't associate with me anymore,"
"That's not your choice, its theirs, they can say no, they want to travel with you. And from what you have said if you just stop turning up I think you are going to really upset Amy and Rory. You didn't get Amy hurt, they know the dangers, whatever did that is to blame, not you,"
"They aren't going to see it like that," The Doctor said quietly. "It's how it happens, there's too close of a call, and they realise how dangerous I am to have in their life, and they care about me but they decide they don't want me to be in their lives anymore,"
"But Amy and Rory are different. You have been in their lives one way or the other since they were children, they've grown up with you. And you love them truly and completely like family, much stronger bonds than anyone you have travelled with before. You feel it and so do they, they are not going to change their minds about you being in their lives. I think you're stuck with each other," Harry smiled.
"He's right, this is not your fault, me and Amy more than know the dangers that come with travelling with you, we've faced them more than a couple of times now," Rory said softly alerting them to the fact he was standing in the doorway. "But it's worth it, it is so worth it! We have seen things that no one can even dream of, we have been places that we could never of imagined, and we have been through things together that have made us closer than we ever could have been if we had 'normal' lives. Having you in our lives, you've made them extraordinary and we would never, ever wish for you not to have been in them, or for you to not be in them anymore,"
"But you don't want to travel with me anymore," The Doctor said, his voice so vulnerable that Harry couldn't help sliding his hand over the Doctor's and squeezing it gently.
"That doesn't mean we don't want you in them, this doesn't work just one way and that's it. You'll just have to come to us, we figured that's what you have been doing with the whole turning up for meals thing. You just need to make sure you do it regularly and not randomly go missing for a few months!" Rory grinned.
"Told you so," Harry coughed after a few moments.
"Yes thank you all knowing powerful one," The Doctor grinned playfully.
"Ah, finally my correct title," Harry lifted his nose into the air the way he had seen Draco doing a few hundred times.
"Hey, nice to meet you by the way, I'm Rory," Rory said pleasantly sitting down at the table having poured them all a cup of coffee, holding his hand out to Harry.
"Hey I'm Harry nice to meet you too," Harry nodded shaking the hand.
"Yes, we've heard lots about you, and a lot about your eyes," Rory's smirked mischievously when both Harry and the Doctor turned red, Harry belatedly realising his hand was still over the Doctor's though he made no move to break the contact.
"I've heard a lot about you as well," Harry smiled. "The Doctor's Ponds,"
"What you did for Amy was…amazing, can all your people do that?" Rory asked curiously.
"No, you have to be trained in medi wizardry to be able to heal. I sort of had a crash course in it, enough to be able to heal minor to major wounds, run diagnosis, stop blood flow, that sort of thing," Harry explained.
"For the war," The Doctor said grimly, suddenly not the playful man Harry mostly knew.
"For the war," Harry nodded.
"The Doctor explained a little about it to us," Rory nodded seeing Harry's questioning look. "It's sounds terrible,"
"Some wars are necessary," Harry shrugged.
"No wars are necessary, there is always another choice!" The Doctor snapped yanking his hand away from Harry. That mixed with anger at the dismissal of what he had fought for…died for! Had Harry looking at the man darkly.
"Go on then oh wise one, what was our other choice? Hmm? Tell me, what exactly choice did we have besides fighting? Let Voldemort take over? Let him destroy the world? Because that's all he would have been satisfied with,"
"I didn't…"
"I understand you don't like violence, but don't dismiss what we did, people died, good people to stop Voldemort, and they all fought for the one thing that is worth fighting for, freedom. We had no other choice but to fight back," Harry said sharply.
"I'm sorry," The Doctor said softly, clearly shocking Rory, who was sitting gawping between them anyway.
"Sometimes there is no other option but to fight, you know that," Harry softened.
"I wish you hadn't had to," The Doctor's words stunned Harry. No one had ever really said that, it had just been accepted really that Harry would, even Dumbledore had said that he didn't want Harry to fight too young, Molly as well. None of them had ever said they just hadn't wanted him to have to fight.
"I…thank you," Harry said stunned, a shade of understanding of the meaning behind his words in the Doctor's and Rory's eyes. Sitting up a little straighter he shook off the shock when he felt his alarm giving a ping. "Amy's waking," He said grabbing his cup and hurrying out the kitchen and towards the bedroom, taking hasty sips as he went, two eager men close on his tail.
He dodged deftly out the way when he opened the bedroom door and noted that Amy Pond's eyes were open and knowing that the two behind him had seen that two. They raced over to a side each of the bed and started talking at the same time, both of them grabbing a hand, and confusing the poor woman.
"Oi! The pair of you shut up, back off and let me see my patient or I will make you leave this room!" Harry said sharply in his 'Madame Pomphrey' tone that never failed to work. Sure enough both looked at him wide eyed and the Doctor retreated to Rory's side of the bed as Harry walked over.
"Never had a doctor in pyjamas before," Amy said hoarsely making Harry chuckle. Tapping the glass beside the bed he filled it with water before propping her up a little and helping her drink it.
"Technically if you were going to call me anything it would be a mediwizard, but technically I don't actually have my qualifications, and as we already have one Doctor floating around, Harry will do,"
"Ah, you're Harry!" He was suddenly treated to an assessing look over as much of him as she could see. "I approve," She nodded to the Doctor making both of them light up again.
"Yes, well…." The Doctor coughed as Harry busied himself in laying Amy down and putting the glass on her bedside again.
"I'm just going to do a quick scan of you, check everything out, this is going to tickle, kind of feels like feathers under your skin, please try not to move around too much. You two make sure you're not touching her or you'll screw up my scan," Harry explained.
"Oh wow," Amy blinked after Harry waved his wand and they could all watch the blue glow making its way down her body. She grit her teeth a little as the tickly feeling indeed washed over her. "Ok, not eager to have that done again!"
"Sorry, Wizarding healers are as much secret sadists as muggle ones. No offence Rory," Harry grinned as he caught the parchment that popped out the air with the scan results on. "Ok…your stomach is healing up nicely, better than expected…hmm I'm going to give you half a blood replenisher, your blood count is still a little weak…and I'm going to give you a few drops of a sleep drought, I want you to sleep a little longer, and we'll move you while you're sleeping,"
"A potion, like a real life standing over a cauldron cackling potion?" Amy asked eagerly.
"Erm, well I can say that I have never cackled in my life, and I buy my potions," Harry said amused. "Potions was never my strong point," He shrugged.
"Do I want to know what is in them," Amy asked watching Harry take out the vials he needed.
"Probably not," Harry smiled. "Just drink and try not to think about it,"
"How long will I sleep for?" Amy asked.
"I'm only giving you a few drops, so you'll sleep for about four hours, we'll move you into one of my spare rooms during that time," Harry told her before handing her the blood replenisher.
"Are you sure? We don't want to put you out," Rory asked.
"You won't be, you're making a good recovery but I want to keep my eye on you for a few more days," Harry said firmly.
"Ok doc," Amy said easily settling back down. She pulled amusing faces when Harry gave her the blood replenisher.
"Ok, that is laced with a few drops of a pain killer, I'll give you a pure pain killing potion when you wake up next. This is the drought, I'm just going to give you three drops ok?" Harry asked as he held up the silvery potion vial.
"At least that one is pretty," Amy grumbled.
"Just be thankful that you didn't break anything, skel-gro is about ten times worse than a blood replenisher," Harry snickered at the horrified look on Amy's face.
"It can't be that bad," The Doctor looked between them.
"Here, just a drop," Harry threw him another vial which he caught deftly, Rory shuffling closer to him. He and Amy watched eagerly as they both took a drop on their finger and licked it at practically the same time before they screwed their faces up spluttering.
"Oh my god, that is disgusting! That is supposed to make you feel better?!" Rory coughed as he scrubbed at his mouth, the Doctor attempting to wring his tongue out beside him.
"It stopped us pretending to be sick in school," Harry snorted holding out the dropper with some of the sleeping draught in it. Amy opened his mouth and let Harry carefully administer three drops.
"Woah…zat…orks ast," She slurred before dropping onto the pillows fast asleep.
"Well that works," The Doctor snorted.
"Ok, I'm going to use a weaker healing spell just to encourage the healing to carry on, her body can't take much more enforced healing though. She should be back to normal and on her feet in about two weeks. Once I've finished we'll move into my house," Harry told the two men drawing his wand again.
"But she's healing yes?" the Doctor asked concerned.
"Yes, I'm going to keep a close eye on her for the next 48 hours, some people can stop responding to the healing. But she is healing nicely," Harry reassured them. "Ok, here we go,"
Harry lifted Amy's top the show the bandages he had wrapped the night before, which he was happy to note were clean. Banishing the bandages he noticed that the wound had bled only a little. He muttered a basic healing charm and ran his wand along the side of the wound watching it close a little more before he laid a basic stitching charm over it. Once done he bandaged her again,
"Are we ready?" Harry looked at the two men in the room.
"I'll carry her," Rory stepped forwards, pausing when Harry shook her head.
"It's alright prince charming, I have a spell that will keep her as still as possible, stopping risking opening the wound," Harry explained before tapping Amy's head and directing her to be levitated slowly up. Nodding to the two men he indicated them ahead of him before floating Amy after them.
Rory kept shooting curious and slightly weirded out looks at his floating wife before he didn't seem worried which Harry felt happy about strangely. They made their way through the TARDIS to the control room and then outside. Harry was happy to note that the Doctor had managed to land the TARDIS on his pathway, away from his flowers and grass. Once they stepped in through his back door Rory hovered unsurely while the Doctor made his way to turn the kettle on.
"Rory you can come with me, I'll show you where you will be sleeping and where Amy will be resting, Doctor potter your heart's content," Harry said slightly amused.
"That draught will make her sleep till tomorrow?" Rory asked as Harry led the way upstairs and turned right on his small landing into his larger guest bedroom.
"Yes, the less she moves around for the next twenty four hours the better, magic can heal quickly, but the area will be incredibly tender still and she could risk undoing the healing. So I will keep her asleep till tomorrow," Harry explained.
"The Doctor speaks about you a lot," Rory said as he sat down on the bed, watching Harry closely, close enough to see the blush spreading over Harry's cheeks as he focused on getting Amy settled on the bed underneath the bed covers.
"He talks about you as well," Harry said.
"We guessed that you were the one that had been giving him human lessons," Rory smiled.
"He acquired my help," Harry smiled stepping back after running another check on Amy and resetting his alarms around Amy.
"So you know why he has suddenly started showing up regularly and learning human customs better where before he thought kissing both cheeks was a normal greeting and showed up randomly every few months," Rory asked.
"I can't tell you, that's for him to let you know, it's nothing bad though," Harry said seeing the concern on Rory's face.
"We think that he is pulling away from us, saying goodbye," Rory said quietly. "Erm," he blinked when Harry started waving his wand over Rory casting a milder diagnostic charm.
"Just checking you out, making sure you're ok. He's not pulling away from you, the opposite really," Harry said softly while running over his checks.
"He has before, he's told us about the past companions, what happened to them, the ones that got left behind, the ones that decided to stop and barely saw him again. The ones he loved and stopped going back to see once they stopped travelling with him," Rory frowned at his hands as he spoke sadly. "We're not ready to totally stop travelling with him but when we do…"
"Do you love the Doctor?" Harry asked gently.
"What?" Rory blinked.
"Do you love him?"
"Of course,"
"And he loves you. You and Amy are different, you have been there from the very start, Amy from the very very start. He's had friends, he's had romantic love, he's had unrequited love, he's had people that rely on him and people he has responsibility to, he's had nearly all variations, but you and Amy are different to him, you're his family in a way I seriously doubt that he has had in a very, very long time, you're different, very different to the others," Harry smiled patting Rory's shoulder.
"Thank you," Rory managed to smile back. Harry considered leaving this for another time but a glance at Rory told him he was running on adrenaline right now, and was probably as good a time as any.
"Rory, the scan that I performed on Amy when I first came to her, it was a complete scan, telling me every medical problem with Amy's body, some were not from the attack and not life threatening, I did pick up a major thing though," Harry said slowly sitting on the end of the bed.
"What thing?" Rory frowned.
"There is quite bad damage to her womb," Harry said softly.
"We had…have a daughter, its complicated, Amy was kidnapped and replaced by basically a psychically connected double, Amy's really body was kept unconscious and her mind was in the double so that we didn't know she was missing until it was too late. She gave birth on the space ship and we don't know what they did to her, but when we couldn't….when…we went to a doctor and they said that there was too much damage," Rory's voice was filled with the pain he was clearly feeling.
"What happened to your daughter?" Harry asked softly.
"She's grown up, she grew up alone…wandering…lost…she's fine, but…"
"You couldn't track her down?" Harry frowned.
"The Doctor and the TARDIS, while amazing, they're limited. If timelines cross then only very rarely, like once in a blue moon rare, can the Doctor interfere in it, this is one of those times that he can't," Rory smiled sadly, resignation in his voice.
"I…I may be able to heal Amy, her womb, there are lots of spells now that can heal problems in conceiving. Our numbers are very low, so every child counts," Harry offered.
"Really?!" Rory's entire face was filled with enough hope that Harry's heart hurt for the couple.
"I'll start looking into it and the best spells to use, but I'm confident that I will be able to heal the damage that they did," Harry nodded thoughtfully. "She may have to take some potion while you are trying to conceive, and while she is pregnant to support the pregnancy, but that won't be a problem,"
"Thank you, for everything, and for doing this," Rory blinked shocked.
"You're good people, and the Doctor cares for you, plus from the stories I have heard from him you are amazing people. You deserve it. Now I want you to try and get some sleep, you're fine but tiredness will become a problem soon if you don't get on top of it. I have my alarms set around Amy again so you don't need to worry about something happening. She'll be needing you at your best once she wakes," Harry patted Rory's shoulder as he stood.
"Thank you Harry," Rory yawned laying down beside his wife as Harry made his way out the room and closed the door softly behind himself.
He made a quick stop by his bedroom to tug on a pair of jeans, a jumper and his boots before making his way downstairs and outside, easily trekking through the snow to the play park where he found what he was looking for.
"If you're thinking of running off, I believe that might place you in more trouble than you could ever want," Harry said making his way to stand in front of the Doctor.
"I wasn't thinking of running," the Doctor said a little defensively not looking up from his feet.
"Running is similar to hiding, and we've already acknowledged that it takes one to know one," Harry shook his head.
"No matter what you say to me, or who says it, it's my fault that she was hurt, that she nearly died, I dragged her and Rory into this, I take them into danger, knowing that we might not get out of it, I put them into danger," the Doctor shook his head.
"Yeah I know how that goes," Harry snorted.
"What?" the Doctor looked up confused finally meeting Harry's eyes.
"Do you think you are the only one who has been told that something isn't your fault, but you think you should have acted different sooner, you could have done something before it happened, you should have been there or here, you shouldn't have done this or that, you should have gotten someone involved, you shouldn't or should have done endless little things and it would have turned out differently. All those thoughts haunt my mind. But then to stop myself from going mad, and being nagged to death, I remind myself again and again that people have free will. I never forced any of the people I lost to fight with me, whether they were at my side or not. All you can do is give people the option and allow them to make their own choices," Harry shook his head.
"But I took her out there. It could have been both of them so easily, I've already caused them so much grief,"
"Doctor, I never no doubt what so ever that if you gave them a choice that they would choose this life, all the amazing things they have done and seen, everything you have shown them and the amazing lives that they have been able to lead over the grief that balances on the other side of things," Harry smiled.
"You don't know the worst I have brought on them. They had a daughter…have a daughter," The Doctor said softly looking back at his feet.
"Rory told me about their daughter," Harry crouched down at the Doctor's feet making him meet his eyes again.
"Did he tell you that they took her to train her to kill me?"
"Then that's one them not on you. People who steal babies to train them into killers don't deserve to be classified in the same conversation as you, never mind consideration of guilt. And frankly if they wanted to kill you then I'm not exactly thinking I'm going out on a limb saying I don't think they were the goodest of people," Harry said firmly covering the Doctor's cold hands with his own.
"I don't know how they could forgive me for it though. She's…she's damaged, she managed to become good, but she carries so much guilt for events she was brain washed into doing," The Doctor sighed.
"Then I might be able to help with that. I'm not 100% sure so I didn't want to say anything to Rory, but I may need your help and that very big brain of yours to pull this off. There are spells that were invented by purebloods in the event that their children were kidnapped, I'm not sure if you know, but blood and name are highly thought of in the Wizarding world. Anyway this ritual is considered fairly dark because it is a blood ritual, and should children decide to run away their parents can drag them back. But if you can take me away from earth I can perform it without being arrested for it, I'll need a few things and some DNA of the daughter as early as you can, with your time machine and my spell I reckon I should be able to pull her from the time of the DNA," Harry admitted quietly
"You can…you can get her back…from when she was…"
"You manage to tweak the spell and plug your TARDIS into it and I can summon her to me at the age of the youngest DNA you have of her," Harry nodded. "And I will be able to heal the damage that was done to Amy stopping her conceiving now,"
Harry laughed even as his breath got knocked out of him when the Doctor threw himself from the swing and on top of Harry hugging him tightly and peppering his face with kisses before his hand gripped the back of Harry's neck and he kissed him firmly, stunning Harry more than landing in the snow had, before he tentatively kissed back.
"What was that?" Harry breathed out, his green eyes confused as they scanned the Doctor's face.
"Me kissing you," The Doctor grinned.
"But why?" Harry blinked up at him.
"To thank you…"
"I think we need to have a discussion about human customs again," Harry scowled shifting to sit up.
"And because I have wanted to, honestly how am I supposed to follow your rules if you don't follow them you were the one that told me not to interrupt people,"
Harry burst out laughing at the stunned look on the Doctor's face when he shoved the snow into it in response to the smug smile on the older man's face.
"Hey!" The Doctor pouted shaking his head like a dog to get rid of the loose bits of snow sticking to his hair. He spluttered when Harry used his slight wandless magic to form a snow ball and fired it at the side of his head. "Alright, you want a fight!"
The Doctor shuffled back off Harry and scrambled for snow, rapidly forming snow balls jerking Harry into action into forming his own snow balls. The battle that commenced was nothing but epic, both of them using the playground and its apparatus as shields, snow balls flying left right and centre with scary accuracy. Both of them were laughing helplessly even as they carried on. Harry grinned as he snuck up behind the Doctor before he raced across the space between them and tackled the Doctor into a snow pile, the Doctor only turning in time so he landed on his back.
Both of them laughed breathlessly, Harry unable to move from on top of him as he giggled and laughed harder than he had in a hell of a long time, perhaps in all his life he reckoned. Panting slightly with exertion and laughter as he finally calmed down he placed his ear on top of the Doctor's chest, closing his eyes as he heard the twin thump thump thump thump of the Doctor's twin hearts.
He sighed contently when surprisingly strong arms wrapped around his waist and held him in place, the older, much older, man seemingly unbothered by the fact that he was lying in the snow as he hugged Harry close to him. And so he just lay happily soaking up the warmth the Doctor was giving off and listened to the twin thumps. At least until he sat up with a jerk.
"Damn it, come on we need to get back," Harry groaned climbing to his feet.
"Amy?" The Doctor asked concerned scrambling to his feet.
"No, sorry, Merlin didn't mean to panic you. No, my wards just activated, I have guests but its someone I know. It's probably one of the Weasleys or Hermione to give me my daily lecture on what I should be doing," Harry sighed.
"Ah well, better get back to the house then," The Doctor beamed cheerfully, grabbing Harry's hand and started to tug him through the playground and back to the house.
"What are you up to?" Harry narrowed his eyes on the too cheerful figure.
"Me, up to something, never! I am never up to anything, up to nothing, that's my middle name," The Doctor grinned, both of them practically jogging now.
"Your middle name is poke your nose into a bit of everything," Harry snorted.
"Now now Potter, don't be pessimistic," The Doctor laughed tugging him up his own pathway. Harry had to admit the looks on Molly, Hermione and McGongall's faces when the Doctor slammed open the kitchen door were completely priceless and simply brilliant. He had never seen the three women looking so shocked and horrified. Though he was glad that he had put a silencing charm around Amy and Rory's room taking into consideration the Doctor's volume control issue. Andromeda waved from where she was standing behind the counter preparing tea cups.
"Harry there you are!" Molly frowned at him. "Have you been rolling in the snow?!"
"We had a snow ball fight," The Doctor announced cheerfully.
"Harry you're too old for snow ball fights, you need to think about your public image now," Hermione sighed disappointed, rapidly deflating Harry's good mood, though it was frozen a little lower when the Doctor squeezed his hand.
"No one is too old for snow ball fights and actually enjoying life, that is after all what life is for, for living and enjoying otherwise that's just boring, and who wants to be boring?! Boring is…well…boring! Boring, no thank you!" the Doctor said cheerfully tugging Harry across the room to behind the counters with Andromeda.
"Did you just call me boring?" Hermione spluttered.
"If you think that things like snow ball fights are boring and only for children then yes you are," the Doctor shrugged.
"Harry!" All three women scolded when he let out an amused snort. Rolling his eyes bravely he tugged off his coat and scarf.
"Hello again Andromeda, you are looking wonderful today may I say," The Doctor grinned at the older woman who chuckled amused.
"Hello to you as well,"
"Who are you!" Molly blustered.
"I'm the Doctor,"
"And your name?" Hermione huffed.
"He just goes by the Doctor," Harry shook his head kissing Andromeda's cheek before moving to grab some orange juice from his fridge.
"You allowed someone into your home that you don't know! Harry honestly!" Hermione frowned.
"He didn't say he didn't know me, he said that I go by the Doctor, he knows me by the name I have given myself which is much more telling than any name that I might have been given, I mean someone wouldn't have your name and know who you were just because they had it would they? And besides that Harry probably knows me better than anyone else on this world, or perhaps about the same as only two other people considering they know different aspects of me," The Doctor said thoughtfully hopping up to sit on the counter.
"Harry! You need to think responsibly!" McGonagall sighed looking at him disappointedly.
"No, you mean I need to act exactly how you think I should be acting," Harry frowned.
"Harry, watch how you're speaking!" Molly blustered looking horrified.
"Oh shut up Molly! You're not his mother, you're not even related, if anyone in this kitchen can offer a familial role in Harry's life that's me through Aunt Dorea," Andromeda snapped.
"Go Andromeda, high five!" The Doctor said cheerfully. Harry had to laugh when Andromeda managed to give the Doctor the most elegant and….well posh, high five that he had ever seen.
"You have only know Harry a few months, I have known him since he was a child!" Molly scowled.
"And yet I know him so much better than you do, that says a lot doesn't it," Andromeda's eyes flashed as they locked on the Weasley matriarch.
"Now, I think we need to calm down. Harry we came here to discuss you enrolling back at Hogwarts, we all believe that it is the best thing for you to do, the public need to see that Hogwarts is safe again and if you are attending then that will give them the confidence. Now Hogwarts will be ready to open in January so you…"
"Have any of you once asked Harry what it is that he wants? Or does that not matter?" The Doctor asked quietly, throwing his arm over Harry's shoulder and tugging him backwards so that he was resting against the counter between the Doctor's legs as he noticed the young man's shoulders tensing.
"Of course we have," Hermione spluttered.
"When? When exactly have any of you asked what it is that I want? When have you asked in between all your planning of how the rest of my life is going to go have any of you thought to stop and ask what it is that I want to do with my life?" Harry asked.
"We…" McGonagall tried to interrupt but stopped with her mouth open when Andromeda glowered at her.
"When have any of you listened when I have tried to tell you what I want to do with my life. You're all so busy planning it you don't listen, and you don't care what it is that I might want to do frankly, you just expect me to do whatever you want and be happy with it. Well, I don't want to go back to Hogwarts, and I'm not," Harry said firmly, resting his hand over the Doctor's knee and gripping tightly for support.
"You…he's done something to you!" Hermione was pointing dramatically in Harry and the Doctor's direction.
"Yes, he's finally given him confidence to speak back to you instead of letting you smother him with your expectations of him!" Andromeda snorted.
"Something doesn't go your way, or I actually do something that you don't think I should do and there has to be something wrong with it, something suspicious about it," Harry shook his head bitterly amused.
"Harry, you have responsibilities, you knew that when you accepted the prophecy," Hermione said looking at him disappointed.
"I killed Voldemort for my family, for the people I lost, and for the people he would take from me, I killed him for Teddy so that he wouldn't have to live his life in fear, so that he could have a life, I killed him for the innocent children in Hogwarts and the people Voldemort would hurt, for the families he would rip apart like he did mines. And I killed him for me, for everything he had done to hurt me, for the life he took from me and to stop him taking any more. I didn't kill him because of the prophecy, I didn't kill him because it was my 'duty'," Harry shook his head.
"But you did kill him, and now you have responsibilities!" Hermione said as though he were particularly stupid.
"Any responsibility that I had to the Wizarding world was done with Voldemort's death. I owe no one," Harry said firmly.
"If anything the Wizarding world owe Harry, they owe him to allow him to live his life exactly how he wants it," The Doctor smiled.
"Enough of this! Mr Potter you will cease and desist this childish behaviour. You are a public figure, whether you like it or not any time you go into public you will be watched, any choices you make will be watched. You will stop this temper tantrum, you will sign these enrolment forms and you will be attending Hogwarts in January!" McGongall snapped standing and slamming the papers down onto the counter.
"Then I won't return to the wizarding world, at least not Britain. The prime minister of France sent me a rather nice letter promising me the highest discretion, my privacy and that the press will be kept under control should I choose to move to his country you know," Harry cheerfully told Andromeda and the Doctor.
"France is lovely, particularly Paris in the winter," The Doctor told him.
"A few other countries have offered as well, maybe you could tell me about all of them and when it was exactly that you visited," Harry smiled amused.
"Harry stop this foolishness, you can't…leave the British wizarding world! You are being ridiculous. Now, I'm sure this is just a phase, you are simply being silly. You'll be at Hogwarts in January, you'll see that you're doing the right thing," Molly said, her tone patronising enough that the three facing them ground their teeth simultaneously.
"Watch me," Harry said calmly, pointing the elder wand at the papers in front of them and engulfing them in a huge ball of fire.
"Harry you really are behaving appallingly, this is completely unlike you at all!" Hermione gasped.
"Actually this is the me that I have held back when faced with your insistent nagging, annoying and scolding, this is the me that I have tried to hold in, but frankly I've had enough of you. None of you, not one of you have the right to tell me what I should do, and you all lost the right to try and advise me when you decided you were going to run my life for me," Harry said plainly.
"I think you should all leave now," Rory's voice from the kitchen doorway where he was standing with his arms crossed and a glare on his face surprised everyone.
"Who are you!" Hermione snapped.
"A friend of Harry's," Rory said, the wealth of truth and how much he honestly meant that choking Harry up a little. "Now leave!"
"I suggest you listen to him. And if I hear that you have been around here again I will be going to the papers and telling them exactly why Harry has withdrawn from the British Wizarding world. I'm sure the public will just love you for driving away their hero," Andromeda smirked. Spluttering all three witches grabbed their cloaks and apparated out. As soon as they were gone Harry lifted his wand and jerked it sharply, the sound like a lock clicking echoing through the house.
"Are you alright?" Rory asked concerned walking over.
"I am so proud of you Harry!" Andromeda kissed him on the cheek beaming.
"I can't believe I actually just did that," Harry said, shock setting in now that they were gone.
"Is that a bad thing?" The Doctor asked concerned.
"I just withdrew from the wizarding world," Harry said stunned.
"Aaaaand that's good? Bad?" The Doctor urged concerned.
"Good, good, very good, I just…I actually told them, I stood up to them," Harry blinked.
"Here, drink this," Rory pushed a cup of cooling tea into his hands after spooning three heaped tea spoons of sugar into it.
"Looks like you're free of those expectations now," The Doctor laughed happily.
"It sounded like you really needed to get that off your chest," Rory smiled at him. "They were your expectations?"
"Some of them," Harry nodded.
"Geez, that was bad enough!" Rory shook his head.
"You should be sleeping!" Harry suddenly realised.
"I've gotten used to short sleeping patterns, and I kept waking up to check on Amy. I went to the toilet and heard the raised voices and came to investigate,"
"You've spent too long around the Doctor," Harry teased. "Oh by the way this is Andromeda, Andromeda this is Rory. His wife Amy got hurt last night and the Doctor brought them here for me to heal," He explained.
"But, they're Muggles," Andromeda said shocked.
"Our magical healing generally doesn't work on Muggles, none magical people. But because you have spent so much time in the TARDIS and around the…time vortex, is it? Plus the whole lived for a few thousand years and all the other things your bodies have been through it was enough for my magic to recognise as magic and work off of," Harry explained.
"Cool," Rory nodded impressed.
"Well I have to be off, I dropped in because I heard they were stopping by. I'm so proud of you Harry," Andromeda beamed hugging Harry tightly, ignoring the fact that he was still standing inside of the Doctor's legs.
"I'll see you later Andromeda," Harry smiled hugging the woman back tightly.
"Well done you," the Doctor grinned hugging him back against him after Andromeda had left.
"That felt so good!" Harry admitted.
"We should celebrate," the Doctor said seriously.
"Celebrate?" Harry asked.
"Yes, with hot chocolate would be best," The Doctor nodded before laughing when Harry nudged him off the counter.