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Summary: All of Albus Dumbledore's plans and strategies for the prophecy, everything Lord Voldemort planned and plotted for the death of Harry Potter… of them will be thrown out of the window. The Doctor, fresh from the Time War, has been on Earth, regenerated into a baby form, and just wants to be left alone and recover his regenerating TARDIS, not fight another war. But a harder, darker Doctor is about to be unleashed.

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"Have you ever thought what it's like to be wanderers in the Fourth Dimension? Have you? To be exiles? Susan and I are cut off from our own planet - without friends or protection. But one day we shall get back. Yes, one day."

"Who am I? Who am I? Who... Am... I?!"

"I've had a good innings. (grunts) All those lives I've lived. I hope... the footprint I leave... will be... light, but apposite…"

"I'm the Doctor. Who are you, and why are you shooting at me?"

"That's the point group, Group Captain: it isn't even remotely human."

"You're still nothing but a gigantic adding machine like any other computer."

"Would you like a jelly baby?"

"Gallifrey! Yes! This must be where I live. Now, where is that?"

"Are these antiques dotted about all over the building? It really is a splendid piece of audioarchitectonicalmetrasynchosity!"

"I love humans. Always seeing patterns in things that aren't there."

"What would you say if I were to tell you that I once destroyed an entire race? That I have lead friends to their deaths, and caused numerous wars? That my intervention has led to peaceful races taking up arms and good people having their faith or reason destroyed? Or, because I failed to act, millions upon millions of people have been enslaved or killed? What if I had done all those things, but I'd always, always believed that I was doing the right thing?"

"Ha, once Mel discovers that you've been manipulating her "sensory implants" or whatever they have here. Her fondness for your alter-ego will melt away. Ha! You think crossing 'Mr Brower' is a dangerous opposition? Hell hath no fury like a Melanie Bush scorned."

"You were expecting someone else?"

"You don't understand regeneration, Mel. It's a lottery, and I've drawn the short plank."

"Oh, my giddy aunt!"

This thing is smaller on the inside than it is on the outside."

"I think not! Remember, the Key to Time is still mine. Rage all you like!

"Ah. A decision... Would it make any difference?"

"No, not at all. I've been too methodical recently, I think. Setting coordinates and things, actually deciding where we want to go. I've been getting far too safe and predictable these last few incarnations. Do you know I once travelled for centuries without ever knowing where I'd materialise next?"

"Brave heart, Tegan."

"Sorry, must dash!"

"I wouldn't dare... not when you've got such big teeth."

"But did you bother to tell anyone that they might be eating their own relatives?"

"Goodbye Davros. It hasn't been pleasant."

"In all my travelling throughout the universe, I have battled against evil, against power-mad conspirators. I should have stayed here. The oldest civilisation: decadent, degenerate, and rotten to the core. Power-mad conspirators, Daleks, Sontarans, Cybermen - they're still in the nursery compared to us. Ten million years of absolute power. That's what it takes to be really corrupt."

"I was once a man with a masterplan. I'd seek out injustices, topple governments, all in the name of the greater good. I'd started doing the maths, you see…. This is how evil starts, with the belief that the ends justify the means. But once you start down that road, there's no turning back. What if you can save a million lives, but you have to let ten people die, or a hundred, or a hundred thousand. Where do you stop?"

"Madam, this revelation should halt this trial immediately. Surely even Gallifreyan Law must acknowledge that the same person cannot be both prosecutor and defendant!"

"I think I might have miscalculated."

"There, that should do it."

"Nothing can live outside if you do that. Nothing."

"All civilisation starts with hunting and foraging, but don't worry, you'll soon work your way up."

"Timing…malfunction..."

"Rest is for the weary, sleep is for the dead. I feel like a hungry man eager for the feast!"

"Stop! Stop! Don't you see what's happened to you!?"

"I used to march around saying things like "Don't worry, Evelyn; it'll all work out for the best in some way I haven't quite thought up yet!" How did that work out for us? How did that work out for Cassandra Schofield? I need to be in control."

"Davros! You don't look a day older, and I'd hoped you were dead."

"You're trapped, a trillion miles and a thousand years from a disintegrated home. I have defeated you. You no longer serve any purpose."

"Genocide?! When everything you Silurians hold sacred forbids it?!"

"The time loop will continue until I return and deactivate it. Until then, you must remain here and learn what it is to be human. Find out how it feels to suffer as a human suffers, find out how it feels to fear as a human fears. Find out what it feels like to die."

"So that's it! You're a time meddler! No wonder you wanted to get rid of me. And what are you trying to get up to this time?…..Are you quite mad? You know as well as I do the golden rule about space and time travelling. Never, never interfere with the course of history."

"Concentrate on one thing. One thing."

"Feels different this time."

"I'm definitely not the man I was. Thank Goodness."

"That's trans-dimensional engineering; a key Time Lord discovery!"

"I'm afraid, my friends, that the Daleks have won."

"Perverting the course of human history…"

"He's brilliant, absolutely brilliant — he's almost up to my standards."

"I don't suppose you can make tea?"

"I hope that knife's been properly sterilised."

"We make a noise, Miss Jones. We make an awful lot of noise!"

"Great jumping gobstoppers!"

"What are you doing? NO! STOP! You're making me giddy! No, you can't do this to me! No, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

"Oh, good grief."

"So, free will is not an illusion after all."

"Obviously the Time Lords have programmed the TARDIS always to return to Earth. It seems that I am some kind of a galactic yo-yo!"

"Reverse the polarity."

"Don't you see? I have thirteen lives."

"Now listen to me."

"Yes, it will end the colony's problems, because it will end the colony!"

"Oh yes, I can when I want to. And that's the point, really. I have to really want to, to bring them back in front of my eyes. The rest of the time they... they sleep in my mind and I forget. And so will you. Oh yes, you will. You'll find there's so much else to think about. To remember. Our lives are different to anybody else's. That's the exciting thing! There's nobody in the universe can do what we're doing."

"What's happened to you, Doctor?"

"Oh, I'm not sure my dear. Comes from an outside influence. Unless this old body of mine is wearing a bit thin."

"What did you say, my boy? It's all over. That's what you said. No, but it isn't all over. It's far from being all over."

"No, not a man! Not a human being. I am a complex space-time event. I am Lord President of Gallifrey. The Traveller from Beyond Time. I am the Sandman! The Oncoming Storm! I am the Ka Faraq Gatri; Destroyer of Worlds! And sometimes... only sometimes, I. Am. Your. Worst. Nightmare. ...I am the Doctor, and I take care of my friends."

Harry Potter, otherwise known as the Doctor, woke up but unfortunately, he forgot the roof of the cupboard under the stairs. He cried and gasped a little as his crown made contact with the wood, but he quickly caught himself before he cried too loudly. But after a few minutes, he was pleased that he hadn't woken the Dursleys up.

"Stupid humans," he spat under his breath as he rubbed his forehead as considered the dreams he'd had, the dreams showcasing what he had once been before that dark day when the Edifice had filled Gallifrey's sky at the end of his last life before Compassion helped him get the TARDIS back, just before his regeneration into this life, but his addled mind had been unable to bear the thought of his regenerating ship being on his person for a century to restore her after the Faction's actions transformed her into that twisted bone structure, so he had used Compassions' chameleon arch to make himself human, regressing him into the form of a baby while keeping his Time Lord intellect and enough of his memory and storing the rest away in a biodata module.

Compassion would then take the TARDIS to the Cardiff Rift where the high concentrations of time energy would restore the old girl. He had been reeling from the loss of Gallifrey, and the simultaneous loss of Romana, all of his friends, and the Time Lords to really want to travel again with his mental state so badly compromised, and the thought of spending a century wandering absently around the Earth sorting out its problems was anathema for him.

As he shifted his way around the Cupboard under the Stairs (the Dursleys' petty cruelty seriously worried him; personally Harry didn't care who got what bedroom, but did they really think imprisoning him in here was a good idea in the long term? Didn't they know abused children could become dangerous?), Harry found what he was looking for.

A fob watch.

The watch had been found with him when the Potters found him, but they had dismissed it quickly enough thanks to the perception filter. It contained the rest of his Time Lord memories and his abilities. The moment he opened it when he turned 15 human years of age, he would restore his Time Lord body, complete with his two hearts, and his respiratory bypass system. But what he had not expected was to be saturated with a great deal of artron energy and to discover a world of magic. The fall of Gallifrey was already causing changes to the universe, but for better or worse, he didn't know yet.

But what he had been able to find out when the Potters had gone on the run after they'd adopted him - he knew their own child had died due to a terrorist attack (what kind of terrorists would call themselves 'Death Eaters?') was that there was a powerful dark wizard who was after them and their child, but he didn't know why.

Harry knew the Dursleys knew more than they were saying; ever since he had met them, the Dursleys had gone out of their way to punish him for the smallest things, and their punishments were vicious. He was lucky his alien knowledge and control were more than enough to help him deal with the broken bones, but whatever powers he now possessed and he knew they were vastly different from any power over time the Time Lords possessed, they were helping him survive each beating. The Dursleys were far from smart. The smartest thing they should do would be to treat him neutrally because if he was a wizard in this incarnation, the smartest thing to do would be to leave him alone, but that was not their style. They were stupid.

When the Time Lords had existed, he had defended humanity from aliens and to others of his own race, but deep down he knew they were right; humans were stupid, and the Dursleys proved it.

One of the very worst beatings he had received was when he had first gone to school. The teacher had read out Harry Potter in the roll call and Harry had said here. Vernon had gone berserk, and Harry realised that Vernon and Petunia had hoped he would be humiliated because he didn't even know his own name, and when it blew up in their faces, they went mad. The sheer pettiness of the Dursleys made them some of the worst examples of their kind that he had ever met.

Thanks to his depleted Time Lord intellect, Harry had worked out that the strange magical powers he possessed were emotionally triggered, and it wasn't long before he had begun experimenting with them to see what they were capable of.

He only needed to wait a few more years, but he had no desire to remain here.