A/N: Hello. I've recently discovered I'm absolute Shite at keeping a story going. So instead of having one story or two that I add to rather sporadically, I have decided to put up LWF for adoption and start this, which will be the page where my plot bunnies dwell. There is nothing set in stone. I could have Severitus, Harmony, Lunacy, Dark Harry, or any other slue of things. PM me if you'd like to adopt LWF or any of the bunnies in this. I won't mind. I only ask that you mention me in your first chapter. Welcome to my Rabbit Hole! –N
Meeting A Doctor
Harry Potter was calmly enjoying an evening in his room at Potter Estate. It was the last week of summer and there wasn't much to do. He was thinking about Hogwarts and what adventures he would be through in the coming year with his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Harry was seventeen, and was going back to Hogwarts to take his seventh year in peace, having obliterated his former arch-nemesis, the self-proclaimed Lord Voldemort, or as Harry now called him, Mouldy-shorts. Harry was excited to return to Hogwarts for what he hoped would be a normal year for once, but sadly, that wasn't to be.
Harry was broken out of his thoughts by the sight of a blue police box materializing in his room. What the hell? He thought, What is it this time? The situation was made all the stranger when a man dressed worse than most wizards when they go out for Muggle shopping trips. The man flew out the door and landed with a thud on the floor, not unlike the way that Harry looked when he traveled by Portkey. At this point, Harry had instinctually pulled his wand and pointed it at the man. Just as suddenly as that happened, the man stood up and turned to the box, spouting things at it as if it were sentient.
Harry just stared at the man and the box dumbly until his mind kicked in and he nervously said, "Uhh, hello? Why are you here? And where in the bloody hell did you come from?" The man started and turned around.
"Ah, hello! I'm the Doctor! And judging by your accent, I'm in England, which is good I suppose, and I can't seem to discern where exactly. Oh, what's that in your hand? A stick? Hmmmm…" the Doctor said, pulling out a strange device and scanning his wand, "ah, that's odd, that shouldn't technically exist, how can you have magic, humans stopped practicing mage-craft in the early 2nd century. Hang on a minute, when are we? What is the exact date? Tell me, tell me now."
"Uh, it's August 27, 1996, why would you need to know that? And you still haven't answered my questions. I'm Harry, by the way. Harry Pottter. How did you get into my house? It's unplottable!"
"Hmmm, 1996 you say, well there was always those rumors of a magical society hidden in Britain, and if they were true, and I'm starting to believe they are, that stick you're holding is a wand, and that means those tricky Romans passed that on to the Brits in the 4th century, unless this is a separate universe, which wouldn't exactly surprise me. And unplottable, you can't be, that's impossible, besides, I can break through anything like that, that's why I've got Sexy here, she can go through pretty much any barrier. Well, not time distortions, although that did happen the one time in 1936 Manhattan. As to where I'm from, you should probably ask when, that's a better question. Oh! That's right, put that wand away, Harry, boy, you won't be needing that!" the Doctor just rambled on and on. Harry decided to heed the Doctor's advice as he hadn't received any negative or hostile feelings from the Doctor as of yet.
"Wait just a second, you said your name was the Doctor, Doctor who?"
" Oh that's not important, besides, I'm just the Doctor, nothing more or less about it. And no I'm not nutters as you no doubt believe. I'm just old. Too old, I think sometimes. But enough of that, tell me about yourself on the way. Where do you want to go?" the Doctor asked before walking into his box again, leaving the door rather askew for Harry. Harry just shrugged and walked in, his hopes for a normal day shattered. Harry wasn't too surprised that the machine was larger on the inside, he just figured it was an Expansion charm. "Excuse me, Doctor, what exactly is this machine? And how do you maintain an Expansion charm for so long?"
"Oh, where are my manners? This beauty is the TARDIS, or Time and Relative Dimensions in Space, her name's Sexy, and it's not magic, it's Time Lord Science. That's what I am by the way, Time Lord, now is there anywhere specific you want to go?"
"Umm, mind if we go pick up my friends? Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, don't know if you can track names on this thing, but find them. I won't be travelling anywhere without them."
"Of course, of course, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger you say. Not normal names, those are. I don't know why wizards pick such awkward names for their children, at least us Time Lords have names that make sense. I mean, MERLIN, seriously, anyway, off we go…" the Doctor pulled a lever and the TARDIS was whisked away in time and space to find Harry's friends. I guess we're jumping the gun a bit on this year, Harry thought, ah well, at least this Doctor isn't trying to kill me.
A/N: How'd you like it? I'm a hardcore Whovian and a hardcore Pottervian. Though that probs isn't a word :P. Anyway, every story I put on here is open for adoption with credit given to me for the general idea and a reference to me. R&R, N.