Before I begin with this chapter, I would like to say a warm and hearty thank you to the people who kindly told me to ignore the flamers. Those reviews really made me more determined to finish this story despite the kind of person who comes to this site to make other people's lives a misery when they want to write.

One review caught my eye, a review that suggested a femHarry-Doctor pairing, and once again someone asked if the Doctor will appear. I hate to disappoint you but aside from Gallifrey appearing in the earlier chapters, there will be no other reference or meeting with the Time Lords, including the Doctor. Harry's TARDIS entered a parallel universe, and inspired the Time Lords under Rassilon to point their time travel projects to a certain direction, then removing the inspiration from history.

The Time Ship.

Taking Fleur to the Sanctuary and meeting Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix stared at their guest as he sat stonily in a seat, back ramrod straight, eyes impassive. Despite being a major player in the last war, very few had the inkling the Order existed. Only some in the Ministry, those who worked inside the Order, those who supported or sympathised with the Death eaters, and those who were like Amelia Bones who didn't like the knowledge aurors were moonlighting as vigilantes. Since the war had ended, the Order had disbanded officially, but unofficially, and because of their near fanatical loyalty to Dumbledore, the Order was still active. Since Harry Potter had vanished, the Order had been dispatched to try to find him, but now he was back Dumbledore had other concerns to address in front of the others.

They had been having a meeting when Harry had appeared in a flash of white light. Those who'd leapt to their feet with their wands ready were surprised when Harry nonchalantly sat down in his chair, and just waited. His body language, those who could read it that is, was bored but he was ready to fight. Though they'd been aware of Harry since the day he was born, it was hard for the Order to accept this aloof young man to be anything like the adorable little boy he'd once been, nor could they understand why he was at such odds with his parents. The Order were aware Lily and James had been alive all this time, it was an open secret, one to be kept inside the Order at all times. They had known Harry was safe and sound with muggle relatives, occasionally watchers from the Order, on the orders of Dumbledore, were advised to watch over him. Unfortunately, because of their magical nature, the watchers had been far from conspicuous. The watchers were one of the reasons why Harry had been beaten by Vernon Dursley, but it had never occurred to the muggle it was not Harry's fault. If he'd taken the time to think instead of using his meaty fists then he would know that, but who ever said Vernon had common sense?

Since his return to the magical world, as far as they could say since it was hard to imagine a wizard not living in the magical world, Dumbledore had tasked them into trying to discover what Harry had been doing in the muggle world. It was far from easy; Harry had barely left a trail, but the Order had discovered he'd checked himself into a foster home. When he'd heard that Dumbledore had feared the rise of another Tom Riddle. The news of what Harry had been doing mystified him even more; Harry had kept himself to himself, talking only when needing to, but he hadn't practiced his powers at an early age as Riddle had. But then he'd vanished, disappeared without a trace. Again.

Now he was back here, with knowledge about the magical world, knowledge he shouldn't even have. Worse, he didn't trust Dumbledore, or his own parents. He knew they'd left him to the Dursleys, and he seemed to have nothing but contempt for them for that reason.

Harry's sigh brought Dumbledore back to reality. He seemed impatient. " I came here today, not because I'm going to forgive and forget. It's never going to happen, but I want to make it abundantly clear to you to stop thinking just because I am back the whole world is smelling of roses."

" Whatever do you mean, my boy?"

Harry narrowed his gaze, and sent Dumbledore a withering look. " Do not call me boy again," he ground out; his hands were itching to reach into his pocket, to pull it out, but he had plenty of time... " That fat bastard you abandoned me too called me nothing but boy and freak, since then I've made a policy to dissect anyone who calls me those two names. Without exception." As he was talking he took out a long knife, the threat clear. Moody raised his wand, but Dumbledore raised his hands to prevent any violence. He could read it loud and clear in Harry's voice, he would not hesitate to kill all of them if they provoked him. " I came here because I wanted you to grow up and see reality. I am here to kill Voldemort," Snape hissed at the name, but Harry ignored him, " and I am here to make it clear to my good for nothing parents they will never be forgiven."

" Forgiveness is a priceless gift, Harry," Dumbledore said.

Harry quirked a brow. " For you, perhaps," he replied, he was tempted to say Dumbledore hadn't been very forgiving during the war with Grindelwald, but he decided against it. " You know when I first learnt of the existence of the magical world, I could not believe it when I learnt my parents were alive. I'd learnt about how I was taken out of the burning cottage, and I thought some dogooder not knowing my parents were alive had done it, taken me to the Dursleys, but I soon learnt I was wrong.

" I discovered my parents had known the whole time I was alive and knew exactly where I was, but they didn't help me. They never lifted a finger to stop Vernon fucking Dursley from punching me to death every day of the week. They never came for me. Because you had to play god," he hissed at the old wizard, " and if you say you don't know what I mean, I swear I will tear you to shreds, and I will go on to kill everyone in this room."

Harry sat back in his chair, and spoke so quietly it sent shivers down their spines. " The possibility my parents were under some form of control, a spell or a potion, was pushed aside when I took a sample of their blood..."

It was at night. Harry had landed the TARDIS outside the latest home his parents were staying in. Because of their commitment to Dumbledore, the elder Potters were almost constantly on the move. Materialising his ship quietly inside the living room of a flat, Harry checked the place on the scanner, swallowing every once in a while, a book lying open ontop of the console. He was trying his hardest to avoid looking at it, it was enough to break his heart. For so long since he'd discovered his parents being alive, Harry had been planning and putting off meeting them. What could he say to them? He could see them now, safe and sound inside the TARDIS, travelling around like a family. They would have believed he was dead whilst in fact he was stuck at the Dursleys, but when they met it would be okay in the end.

But then he'd found the pages on mind control potions and spells.

Then Harry had started thinking that maybe his parents had known he was at the Dursleys, that they'd abandoned him. He hadn't wanted to think it, but he hadn't been able to help himself; he knew so little about his parents pasts. He could have checked the TARDIS to find out, but he had thought against it. The TARDIS presented the facts, she wouldn't hold back. But if he checked for himself and found it was true, then it would...Harry couldn't complete the mental sentence. It would make it more true than reading it like one would read a book. If he took blood samples he could check to see if there were any signs of foreign elements that had no match in the TARDIS databank that were given to the Potters over a long period of time, he wasn't concerned about the spell part though. From what he'd learnt, mind control spells eventually made the individual appear like a drunkard, and from his early observations of them thanks to the TARDIS poly-directrix lenses, they seemed to be lucid enough. But that still didn't preclude the possibility of a potion.

Harry sighed, deciding to get it all over with. Picking up a blood analysis kit he'd taken from the TARDIS infirmary, Harry left the TARDIS, and went into his parents room as quietly as he could. He stood watching them quietly, tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared at them for a long moment. It had taken some time before he remembered what he was doing there, and he went over to his father, doing his best to not look his father in the eye as he took the sample. He stood watching as the ampule was filled with red liquid, then he moved over to his mother and repeated the procedure there. Harry stood up, cradling the two blood filled ampules in his hand. He took out the analyser and was about to plant the ampules inside it so then the two samples could be read, but he decided to do it in the living room instead of here. He might make a sound and wake them up.

Nothing. There were no trace elements of anything in his parents blood. They were as healthy as a human should. Harry had sat down heavily in the armchair, and buried his head in his hands. He had never felt so alone.

Harry blinked as he finished explaining how he'd discovered how his parents had abandoned him, and he found himself looking at his parents. His mother was crying, and his father was holding onto her. They had never known...they had never imagined their son had found them at their most vulnerable.

" I left," Harry continued. " I walked away, travelled. All I knew was I couldn't trust anyone magical. As time passed, I quietly made plans. I developed weapons and defences to use against magical users because I refused to use magic. As far as I was concerned, magic was nothing but evil. Pure evil; you ignore the world around you, and yet you expect non magical people to be weak? One day, that belief will be your own doing. You're pathetic. You believe anyone who believes the sun shines out of his," he pointed at Dumbledore, " arse, and anyone who says otherwise is a Death eater. Do you not think for yourself?

" Harry-"

" No, you listen to me, all of you," Harry snapped, reaching into his pocket and taking out a long tube. " Let me show you what will happen to any of you who contemplates interfering in my affairs. Allow me to introduce you to the Tissue compression eliminator." Harry looked around the room, and found what he wanted. Holding the eliminator in both his hands, Harry aimed the weapon in the direction of one of the headmaster's tables with silver instruments and vases, and pressed the control stub on the end of the tube. The tip glowed, and there was a sound like wrenching metal and glass as it was miniaturised to a fraction of its previous size. " The Tissue Compression eliminator works by the science of matter condensation," he explained to his audience, " the target is then crushed down. It's one of the perfect weapons. Imagine being under its power, feeling your skeleton being shrunken down and feeling as your organs are strained. Imagine feeling the same organs exploding as the very bones which were large enough previously finding themselves in spaces getting smaller and smaller.

" I hope for your sake you don't get ideas, Dumbledore," Harry whispered in the horrified silence; maybe the magical world was capable of learning things after all, but he wasn't holding out much hope. " The next time I feel your mind touch mine, you might suddenly...disappear."

They say actions speak louder than words, and in this instance they would be correct; the demonstration of the deadly weapon had done its work, and the group sitting at the table were sitting horrified at the thought of being under the power of the weapon in Potter's hands. For the Potter parents, this was a nightmare; they'd been starting to wonder if agreeing with Dumbledore's plan was a mistake though at the time the abandonment of their child, though they would've called it abandonment at the time, seemed a small price to pay for peace. But not now; their son was now a grown adult, and he hated the very sight of them. He was threatening to kill any of them who so much as looked at him funnily, and he was clearly dangerous to any one who threatened him.

Seeing his point had been made, Harry sent a mental command to the TARDIS to flash him away. The last thing he saw as the wormhole template teleported him from Dumbledore's office was the faces of the Order of the Phoenix, but he found himself staring into the teary eyed face of his mother. But he felt nothing for her as the teleport took effect.

When Harry had disappeared, Dumbledore called the Order meeting closed. He wanted to be alone to consider his options, and it took his most persuasive tone to order them to leave. No Order pun intended. He could see Lily and James hanging back waiting to speak to him, and it galled Dumbledore the two members of the Order they couldn't comprehend a simple command. He'd told them to leave, and when he was finally alone he had time to think.

The only other presences in the office were the Sorting Hat, the portraits of previous headmasters and mistresses, and Fawkes the phoenix, but Dumbledore didn't pay any attention to them. The portraits on the wall weren't surprised; Dumbledore's problem was he believed only he knew best, that the world revolved around him and his decisions for the Greater good and the personal interests of the magical world. Dumbledore was unable to see not every problem had immediate solutions, he was so convinced he could turn people away from the Dark by turning a blind eye to their deeds and letting them get away with murder. For the portraits who had been Slytherins they could see this was helping the Dark order, but they could see Dumbledore had good intentions even if they were misguided. Dumbledore believed the fight only occurred in plain sight, like duels, battles and attacks on muggles, but the Slytherin headmasters could see the fight occurred in the shadows. It was typical Gryffindor thinking, really.

For the other headmasters, they had seen Hogwarts change, grow and diminish with time, but it was only in Dumbledore's reign, which had started when Armando Dippet's time, that Hogwarts had truly strayed off the path. The headmasters and mistresses, some of them anyway, had done their best to hold back the house rivalry so then it wouldn't become next to uncontrollable. The Founders had established the houses to act as elites, depending on the personalities of the Founder; for instance Hufflepuff was for hard workers, but unfortunately the division had widened too far during Dumbledore's time, and the houses students went in decided the future of the students. Gryffindor students would get the high profile jobs, Slytherins would be looked down upon for being dark, Ravenclaws would be seen as know it alls, and Hufflepuffs would be seen as cowardly doormats.

The headmasters and headmistresses saw and agreed with one another that this was where Dumbledore's belief he could look above the masses and still solve problems fell apart. Dumbledore, for all his experience and power, was hardly omnipotent. He made mistakes like everyone else, but he couldn't see them, or he didn't want to.

The current problem with Harry Potter sprang to mind. Unknown to Lily and James, there were portraits that were direct or indirect relations to the Potter family, and they'd listened to Dumbledore explaining the plan he had to abandon Harry so then the Potters would be able to hide away from Voldemort. Abandon may not have been the word for Dumbledore to use, but what did he think the portraits were, stupid? Deaf? The portraits hadn't believed Dumbledore's plan would be so stupid, not to mention dangerous. Any number of things could've gone wrong, and they had already. Harry was now a grown man, though they didn't know how or why, and he'd rejected his magical heritage. How could Dumbledore not see his plans had been shot to hell?

None of this mattered to Dumbledore; in his mind Harry was simply a rebellious child, it never occurred to him Harry just wished to be alone, and he couldn't see the consequences if he kept poking and prodding. He could see the results of the Tissue compression eliminator. How had Harry come by such a weapon? Dumbledore knew and understood magical arts, even some of the more obscure ones, but he was an amateur in understanding muggle science. It was clear the Tissue compression eliminator was a product of muggle science, but Dumbledore couldn't see where Harry had acquired the scientific knowledge to create it. It shouldn't have been possible.

As Dumbledore sat in his chair, he considered his options. There weren't many of them. It had surprised him when Harry had returned to the magical world, but only to participate in the tournament. He was highly unsociable only on rare occasions. He kept himself to himself, and he had access to muggle technology which, even to Dumbledore's untrained eye, was more advanced than anything currently in the muggle world. He never spoke to anyone, and he'd already showed he could and would fight with incredible violence, and yet he seemed to truly dislike violence unless the situation called for it.

He had hoped to speak to Harry privately, maybe even cast a few compulsion charms to make the boy fall into line with him and forgive his parents, eventually the charms would shape Harry's mindset so then he would confide in his parents and Dumbledore. But it hadn't happened.

Fleur Delacour, being a half Veela, and a powerful witch in her own right, had grown so accustomed to magic few things ever surprised her. The triwizard tournament had both surprised and, in some instances, horrified her. Her headmistress had promised the tournament would be glorious, and had pushed Fleur into participating when all the half Veela had wanted to do was simply watch and enjoy the spectacle of others in the tasks. That did not mean Fleur was a coward, she was a brave young woman, and she was highly skilled in charms, and her years of work in the field had helped her so far with the tasks.

But it didn't mean she had to like what happened. First off, she couldn't believe how stupid the organisers were, how could they expect dragons to be a fair contest, especially nesting mothers? And then again what about the second task? Forget the fact the whole thing was underwater, but how could anyone see what was going on if they were on a pier? Her sister's involvement in that task had pissed Fleur off, and it had terrified her that the organisers were so callous and nonchalant about Veela, eight year old half Veela, being tied down to the bottom of a lake without any kind of magical supervision to make sure nothing happened in case the champion couldn't arrive. The task had been a fiasco, and it could've killed Gabrielle.

Fleur was also angry with her headmistress; as far as she was aware, the half giantess Madame Maxime hadn't said a word of protest. The Delacours were one of Beauxbatons richest and most powerful patrons; eight generations of the family preceding Fleur and Gabrielle had attended and passed through the school to become part of the French magical elite. It was a major slap in Maxime's face when her parents had arrived to make the headmistress understand the whole thing and her seeming lack of concern about Gabrielle's wellbeing could result in Beauxbatons losing a substantial amount of prestige. The whole meeting had seemed to wake Maxime up, but Fleur didn't hold out hope. Her headmistress, despite being a half giant, was just as ignorant of magical prejudices in this country as Dumbledore seemed to be though Fleur didn't understand why.

Fleur hated magical Britain, and this was her first visit. The newspaper article, the sniping of the students in Hogwarts, the inter house squabbling, and the way she was looked down upon by the purebloods of the school drove home just how prejudicial magical Britain was. She'd heard stories, but experiencing the prejudice first hand made Fleur wish the ICW took the initiative and did something, but with Albus Dumbledore it wouldn't happen, except in her dreams.

The only thing that truly was a light in the world was Harry Potter.

Fleur, like everybody else, was well aware of the history surrounding him, or had been until it had been revealed the truth; his parents survival and abandonment of their son. Fleur remembered how her parents had been furious with the decision; the Potters and Delacours had gotten along and had a long term alliance in the past, but her father had been willing to push the prestige of the alliance away when the news came out. Her parents believed family always came first, it was a pity the Potter family no longer believed in the concept.

Harry was a mysterious, brooding person; Fleur could see that despite his obvious kindness he was a very closed off and hurt person. Though he didn't show it, Fleur could tell he was hurt by his parents obvious nonchalance about his wellbeing as a child. Fleur pitied him but she knew he hated pity, though he was pleased someone obviously cared. Out of the whole school, Harry only truly spoke to her and Gabrielle, and he was very good with children. He'd had Gabby on his lap, and she'd listened wide eyed as he'd told her stories about the places he'd visited, but Fleur could see he was holding back. Some of the stories were clearly not so straight forward, but since Gabrielle was only eight years old he knew not to go into too much detail, and it made Fleur wonder just where Harry had been.

Fleur had been walking across the Hogwarts grounds when she felt a tingling in the air. She frowned as she focused on the grounds, and a flash of light obscured her vision as she suddenly found herself in a large room with what appeared to be a massive mushroom in the centre. When the haze disappeared, Fleur staggered back, taking out her wand in reflex as she did.

The room was fairly dark, a dark blue in color. In profile the room was smaller than the Hogwarts great hall but much larger than the rooms she had in Chateau Delacour. The mushroom thing had a glowing cylinder in the centre, whilst all around it were controls and computers Fleur had seen on excursions out into the muggle world, but what were they doing here?

She looked around the rest of the room. There was a massive leather couch with a table standing next to it, and there was a massive bookshelf nearby next to a massive aquarium with huge fish inside. Fleur walked over to the tank and bent down so she could have a proper look. There was something strange about the tank. For a start the fish looked too big and too small to live inside it. The tank reminded Fleur of the times before her Veela heritage had asserted itself where she and her family had visited the aquariums in the muggle world. Truly, some of the sizes of the fishes inside those tanks...it had amazed her that anything so big could support such creatures. Fleur had also wondered how much water those tanks had to support, how much food the fishes themselves ate in a month...

But these fishes in this tank, well the tank was large but it wasn't large enough to support an ocean and yet it appeared like it could.

" The tank is a viewport into the ocean I've got." The familiar voice made Fleur jump and spin round, her wand aiming right at the person in reflex. It was Harry. He was looking at her with a smile, completely unconcerned about the wand.

" Or hello, as they normally say," he teased. Fleur narrowed her eyes. " 'Arry, don't do zhat. Vhat do you mean about ve tank being a viewport?" she asked, her anger being overridden by curiosity.

" You are a smart one," Harry complimented offhandedly. " There's an ocean inside my TARDIS. I simply added an ocean with winds, tides and currents, and I added life with the right mineral and nutritional elements necessary to support it."

" Vhat is a TARDIS?" Fleur's mind was reeling, oceans? Life in such a small space? Oceans were huge!

Harry gestured all around him. " You're inside it. This is a time and space machine. I created it years ago and I've been using it to explore the universe ever since. Didn't you realise how much I was keeping from telling Gabrielle? This is the reason," he gestured around the room.

Fleur was trying to understand. " A time and space machine? 'Arry, is vat vhy you disappeared from ve magical world?"

" I was never in the magical world," Harry explained with a sigh. " I was raised in the muggle world, by abusive scum, and one day I escaped after I killed them. That's what Dumbledore knows, but what he doesn't know is I found a scientist's old house where he'd experimented with a mineral that allowed him to build a time machine. I copied his work, and I had my own time machines, and I later built the TARDIS."

" And you started travelling from then?"

Harry nodded, not wanting to go into details about the future he'd seen where magical kind would be hunted into extinction. " More or less," he decided to admit. " Along the way I learnt of the existence of magical kind, and later my past. And here I am."

Harry saw from the expression on Fleur's face she realised he wasn't completely telling the whole truth to her, but he refused to give in. " Why don't I take you somewhere?" he said to change the subject.

Fleur blinked. " Vhere?"

" Welcome to my home away from my homes," Harry smiled as he led Fleur out of the TARDIS, and into the hall where the TARDIS materialised normally whenever he wanted to get away from the universe.

Fleur stepped out, blinking at the beauty of the hall she was in. Unlike the ostentatiousness of Hogwarts and, admittedly her own school, Beauxbatons this hall had a simple beauty. Harry was clearly a person who saw beauty different from others who went over the top with expensive paints and woods.

Not true with this place. The hall had been hewn out of a natural cave, where the rocky sandy floor had been covered up by wood and marble columns to support the ceiling, and held simple lights in holdings connected to electrical cables.

" What is zis place?" Fleur asked as Harry gently led her through the place.

" It's a mountain, or rather the caves I've adapted in a mountain into a compound. We're on a planet light years away from Earth, a planet I terraformed-"

" Zorry, terraformed?" Fleur's face scrunched up in confusion at the word. Harry thought she looked like Gabrielle.

" Think of Mars, its an arid planet with an unbreathable atmosphere," Harry decided to explain the basics of such a complicated process. " Imagine changing that world into a world similar to Earth, with green land, a cloudy atmosphere, and oceans as blue as Earth's." As Harry said that, he made a mental note to show Fleur the Earth from space.

" It zounds impossible," Fleur stuttered as her mind tried to grapple with the idea. She understood magic could manipulate and shape nature, but she hadn't expected muggle science to be as advanced.

" It is, for current human technology," Harry said, " I'm talking about technology from the future, a bit ahead of your time." He winced, fearful he'd said something rude.

Fleur nodded, " Oh," was all she could say. What else could she say when she realised he was right?

" I'm sorry," Harry looked downcast. " I wanted this to be special, but...I haven't really had much company for a long time that I've just grown accustomed to speaking to people what I'm thinking. I didn't mean to be rude."

Fleur put her hand on her arm. " You weren't," she sighed. " I should've realised ze technology was too advanced for its time, othervise it would've been used on Mars already."

" And about half the bodies in the solar system," Harry added. " Let me show you around," he changed the subject, and led her around the mountainous compound. By the time they reached the granite balcony where, when Harry stopped here, they stared out at the plains. Because of her father's diplomatic and political career, the Delacours often travelled beyond France, and as a result Fleur and Gabrielle had seen animals both magical and non magical, that people living in Europe and didn't move a muscle would only see in books. That was the trouble with the magical world, they were so comfortable with living inside those rich ostentatious mansions of their's they couldn't look beyond, to see the beauty of the world.

Fleur wasn't naive, she knew muggles ignored the way they were destroying their own world out of pure greed. They were more than happy to talk but they never got down to the dirty work.

Here, undisturbed, and protected by Harry, Fleur gasped at the sight. It was like looking at the plains of Africa, but this was an alien world, but there were herds of elephants and giraffe down there, and close by she saw a pride of lions surrounding a zebra, there was a massive hole in the side, as grisly as that sounded.

" What do you think?" Harry asked.

Fleur gasped. " It's incredible! How did you do this?"

Harry smiled, " After terraforming this world, I decided to fill it up with animals. Small and big, I collected specimens from the Earth, and transported them here. They've never been disturbed by humans or aliens. I brought everything here, whales, lions, chimpanzees, gorillas, tigers, so many things. It was a bloody long job, I can tell you." He chuckled when he saw her face. Her expression was priceless. " What do you think?"

Fleur smiled. " I vhink it's beautiful, magnifique!"

Harry grinned.