For those who comented on the fish fingers and custard thing, thank you, I totally forgot. But, since I'm too lazy to change it, I'll make something out of that in the near future.

On with the story!

The Doctor got up exitedly and rushed out of the room to get his snack thing he was talking about (what a weird bloke). Without his ranting Harry was finally able to take in his surroundings.

The room he was in was tastfully decorated in elegant 1700's decor with a plush looking rug and a beautiful mahogany fireplace. He was covered in a fluffy, purple blanket on a king-sized bed with two chairs facing him. The room was obviously meant to be used by a lady, but Harry didn't care, it was gorgeous and that was all that mattered. The walls were painted with a light pink blush colour that had white trimings. On the celling hung an expensive looking chandelier that glittered in the sunlight that filttered through the windows. A gust of wind blew in and Harry marveled at the scene outside. It was agarden with herbs and vegetibles to use in cooking, freshly watered with water that glittered in the sunlight. He obiously wasn't anywhere near his house in Surrey, but it didn't matter. It was beautiful.

A delibrate cough brought him back to the person in the room. "Hello, I'm Martha Jones. I'm a friend of the Doctor's." The woman, now Martha, said. She held her hand out for me to shake.

"Hello." Harry said suspiciously. His doubts seeping through his words. He kept his hands at his side.

She gave him a look and akwardly put her hand back down. "Well, um. Welcome to the TARDIS." She said lamely, shifting her eyes toward Harry and to the hand she was fiddleing with her shirt. Suddenly her eyes grew wide as if she remembered something and grinned evily. "You haven't seen the TARDIS yet have you?" Martha asked. And before Harry could give her an answer she grabbed his hand and they were off.

Thankfully, with being the master of death and all, Harry recovered from his faint on the bridge pretty fast and wasn't nauseous when he was dragged across an amazingly large building with all sorts of rooms until they arrived at a particularily strange place. A cylinder-ish shaped room with very bee-like hexagons on the walls with yellow light bulbs in the middle. Very odd indeed, but the strangest thing was the metal platform in the center of the room with this large, wiry... thing. Harry wasn't even able to describe it. The only thing was that it hummed with raw magic. It felt like the center of a very complex being.

He felt the natural power of that thing in the center come off in waves of magic that felt of comfort and security. Without realizing it, Harry had let go of Martha's limp hand and took a step towards the TARDIS.

Idris

"Idris." He wispered in a very Luna-like manner. The TARDIS was glowing, full to the breaking point of Idris' and Harry's bonding magic. The blinding white and deep forest green mixing and swirling and separating. Playing, laughing, getting to know one another. Such wonderful light and then it stopped.

Harry was broken out of his trance by a certain Doctor interupting the bonding process.

Harry glared at the Doctor and his handful of fish fingers and custard. "How dare you! How. Dare. You!" The Doctor looked completely and utterly confused. His mischevious smile fading.

"Do you understand that you just interupted the bonding of Idris and I. That is one of the most disrespectful things ever!" Harry yelled as silently as he could at the Doctor.

"I, um, who's Idris?" The Doctor asked lamely, backing up every step that Harry advanced.

Harry's eyes widened in supprise. "You don't know her name? You've lived in her all this time and you still don't know her name?!" He said in outrage.

"You mean the TARDIS? She's never spoken to me before. Such a quiet girl." The Doctor muttered out loud.

"We would have joined beings if it weren't for you! Even the joint mind didn't set. Ugh!" Harry screamed. Meanwhile a very confused and open-mouthed Martha stood in the backround of the TARDIS.

The Doctor just stared at him with an odd expression before Harry got fed-up and said sarcasticaly, "You know what, I'm leaving. Show me to the door, oh great Doctor." The Doctor, not knowing exactally what was going on, simply went to the doors and opened it for Harry.

Harry quietly walked out and wispered to Idris under his breath, knowing that she could hear him and then suddenly there was the distinced pops of apparation and he was surrounded. The Doctor, still waiting at the door, not knowing what was going on, just stood there with a gob-smacked expression marring his features.

"By the court of law in the magical community and Ministry of Magic, hearby arrest one Harrold James Potter for murder of one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and treason to the wizarding world and its inhabitants. The verdict towards these crimes is the Kiss by dementor."

Harry paled at this and quickly ran back inside the TARDIS, pushing an empty looking Doctor on the way back. That shove seemed to perk him up, because the Doctor closed the door and ran back into the TARDIS and started to power her up.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself? Harry Potter?"

I'm soooo sorry about the time it took to do this chapter and the shortness of it, but I promise that the next xhapter will be very entertaining. I like me some reviews!