IMPORTANT BIT THAT READERS SHOULD READ:

Okay, so pretty recently I've got a sudden surge of reviews from confused readers/ readers who somehow haven't picked up on a major plot line. Basically, Harry Potter is James Potter.

You know that the Doctor had a son with Lily? Yeah, that was Harry and when he went to the orphanage he changed his name to something that he felt would disassociate himself with his past while still honouring he was Harry James Potter. When he told the Doctor he was the Doctor but he could call him James was a major thing with the mix up because he renamed himself before travelling in time and landing with the Marauders. James is Harry but Harry isn't James' son, we clear?

If you're still confused or what a bit more detail as to how and why, leave a review with your question and I'll address it in the next chapter!

'Sirius Orion Black!' screeched the ungodly voice of a very disgruntled Walburga Black along the bedroom corridor, 'You get your body out of bed right now or you will be on the receiving end of my wand!' a few grumbles and the squeak of springs being released sounded down the hall, followed by the soft padding of feet.

James couldn't help but feel sorry for Sirius; from what he'd heard, Sirius' mum and dad were both manic supporters of the Dark Lord, their house was filled to the brim with dark objects and books which James very much liked studying - the darker books often contained much more useful magic such as tracking spells, which were only considered dark because they worked by tapping into the person's soul. Remus wasn't much better either, apparently his father looked after him after his mother died randomly one day (Remus didn't know what had happened but he did know that it was very suspicious); his father was a ministry worker in the Magic Law Enforcement Dep. and so was often out on business and when he was back- well, to put it lightly, it wasn't exactly the nicest of family situations.

'What time are we leaving for the station?' James asked Remus as he jammed his text books into his trunk along with his uniform - courtesy of Mr. Black.

'Well, the train leaves at quarter to and we're apparating, so perhaps, ten forty? I'm not sure-' Remus said, scratching his head before bundling his scarf into his bag.

'I don't see why we have to go through the muggle entrance!' Peter piped up from the room opposite, he had obviously been eavesdropping, James thought with disgust, eavesdropping was cowardly his dad said.

'And pray tell why we should lower ourselves to the likes of mudbloods?' James said mockingly but Remus just stared in horror at James as he finished his sentence, 'What?'

'You- mud- you-' Remus stuttered obviously in shock at something or other. James just stared in confusion as Remus regained colour before cocking his head on one side in amusement at what he had said to have caused his usually placid friend to act in such a way. Sirius, however, walked in with damp hair splayed around his face looking torn between finding the whole situation amusing and having to stifle his laughter, or being horrified that his new friend would use such language- in the end, he settled for the former.

'What Remus means to say,' Sirius started, 'Is that using the word mudblood is seen to be wrong by most 'straight thinking' wizards. My family and I, however, do say it because that's how we were brought up... I'm trying to not say it as much though because Remus doesn't like it very much-' he mused.

'Not at all! It is a vile word!' Remus all but shouted, 'Besides, it's not like muggle borns actually have dirty blood.' he said wisely. Peter, throughout the whole conversation, had stayed silent, simply watching as his ten or so words had whipped the group up into a fairly heated debate.

'Well, I heard the snakes on the wall say it as I walked past whilst they were talking about muggles with magic, sorry if I caused offence,' James shrugged apologetically with a sheepish expression on his wind burnt face; Remus just smiled at his friend's antics.

'You really should be more careful about what you hear those snakes say, you know-' Sirius said warningly, his eyebrows furrowed in distaste. James bit his lip and nodded before pulling out his fob watch and 'checking the time', instead he was actually using the fob watch to see if there was any voidal activity occurring at that time- sadly there wasn't.

'We should probably pull on our robes and take our trunks down,' James said lightly, his face scrunched up in thought, 'I thought your mum said that we were gonna arrive early like 'a pure blood should', Sirius?'

Sirius just shrugged and started pulling on his blank Hogwarts robes, you could just the the handle of his wand poking out his pocket- James could see that Sirius was actually quite proud of his wand rather than the indifferent attitude he normally displayed. Just as James was about to click the lid of his full trunk closed, Sirius' hand stopped him and he wrenched the lid open once more to stare at a collection of colourful items in the corner of the trunk.

'You've got fireworks and prank things with you?' he breathed, an amazed expression on his face as he took in the packets of red firecrackers, dung bombs and six foot six growth sweets ( as the name suggested, they caused the consumer to grow to at least six foot six [roughly 198cm]).

'Naturally,' James smiled mischievously, 'How can I live without such amusement in my life?' he said dryly much to Remus' humour. Sirius, however, was still inspecting some pranking materials he'd purchased one night when the rest of the house was asleep: Malaysian Monkey Powder; holding the blue packet up, Sirius pulled a confused face at James.

'Oh, I picked it up from down the road. Basically, you sprinkle the powder into someone's food and they become a type of animal that the pranker wants them to be... I tend to find ferrets to be rather amusing personally,' James chuckled quietly. Sirius guffawed at the possibilities presented to him through those small packets of powder- his parents were very strict and so whenever he did something like that, he was punished; even when his brother was the person who did it he was blamed! Personally, James couldn't believe that Sirius' parents didn't like him, over the few weeks they had known each other, they had got so close that they were like brothers. Admittedly brothers that had never met before and were still finding out what each other's favourite colours were and stuff.

'Are you sure you should be bringing those James?' Remus said, his left eyebrow raised in amusement.

'Of COURSE! I have lived with just my father for absolutely ages and we do this sort of stuff all the time!' James couldn't help but add 'literally' afterwards, not that that was the best idea, he decided after when Remus' face grew suspicious.

'POTTER, LUPIN, PETTIGREW AND SIRIUS! Come downstairs NOW! We are leaving in thirty seconds!' The voice of an urgent Mr. Black shouted up the stairs. Sirius grimaced at James before running over to his wardrobe and flinging things in randomly in the hope he could get packed on time.

'Why did I not pack last night?' he muttered to himself, annoyed. James, however, had other plans: he moved Sirius out the way and pointed his wand to the trunk, all eyes were on him as he closed his eyes and flicked his wrist in an almost invisible movement. As he did that, objects from around the room shot into the now neat trunk, items such as shoes zoomed through the door and landed neatly on top of Sirius' shirts before the lid snapped shut.

'That was-' Remus looked awestruck.

'BLOODY BRILLIANT!' Sirius shouted before hauling his trunk off James' bed and dragging it down the old rickety steps that led to the front door.

'Why do I get the feeling that Sirius is going to want to know how to do that in the next few days?' Remus said dryly with a small snort of amusement.

'Oh I don't know- perhaps it'll blow over?' James smirked back. All that time, Peter had been watching James, just watching... One thing had caught his eye though: a metal watch that James hung around his neck; it was usually hidden, but when James bent over to pick up his pjs off the floor, it had slipped out, it held a certain- quality to it. One Peter wanted to know more about.

James, Sirius and Remus had plonked themselves in an empty compartment down the far end of the train, away from the nasty gits that were seventh years. One of the gits had had the audacity to tell James that he was too young to understand a matter of politics when James had chirped in his sixpence, it had left James standing, attempting to burn a hole in the back of the blonde's head. James was almost 250, he knew more about the world that nearly any other being to walk on earth. Stupid seventh year, thinking he knew best! James grumbled in his head.

'Have any of you seen a pigeon? Mary's lost one,' a pretty girl with long flowing red hair said, poking her head through the now open compartment door.

'A pigeon?' Sirius snorted, 'Who'd want a pigeon for a pet?'

The girl stood straighter and crossed her arms, her lips had grown thin and her eyes dark.

'Mary's pigeon is a lovely thing!' she said indignantly, 'Carries messages, he does,'

'And pray tell, what is the name of this beautiful pigeon?' James said with a hint of mocking but not enough to set the fierce eleven year old on him.

'Speckled Jim,' the girl said with a sigh; she may be supportive of this Mary and her pigeon, but that one gesture told James everything he wanted to know about the situation.

'Listen,' James smiled, 'Speckled Jim has probably gone walk abouts and if he does show up, I'll be sure to let you know, but as it is: he's a pigeon and I both know that pigeons can fly. So, logically, will Speckled Jim be on the train?'

The girl blushed before shaking her head, James smiled and carried on.

'So assuming Jim-bob won't be on the train, is there any point looking? No. And there we find the crux of the problem: you're not going to find him if he wants to have gone,' Sirius stared at James in astonishment before promptly standing up and grabbing James' face.

'Are you some kind of genius?' he breathed, looking James directly into his eyes.

'I have an IQ of over 200. Yes. I'm exactly that,' James gave Sirius a weird look as he was stared in the eyes. Then he realised why Sirius wasn't looking away: the schism showed in every Time Lord's eyes after they looked in, Sirius was starting to see the Schism and that COULD NOT happen. Blinking rapidly, James distracted Sirius and broke eye contact.

'Can you do my homework for me?' Sirius said as if nothing had passed. Remus shook his head after closely watching the boys' encounter and returned to reading his book on 'Wizarding Etiquette: Magical Manners'.

The girl stifled a laugh at the boys' actions, her laughing eyes strongly reminding James of someone or something. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, it was almost like James already knew her, but that was impossible, he'd have memories or something like that, some sort of Time Lord knowledge, but no- she was just there.

'What's your name?' the girl asked James with a small smile, Sirius however, had other ideas.

'I'm the one and only Sirius Black and this is my side kick, James Potter,' James gently shoved Sirius onto the opposite seat before standing up and looking the girl in the eyes.

'My name is James Potter,' he said softly, 'I'm sorry, this is a very silly question, but have I met you before?' the girl laughed but shook her head.

'No, I don't believe we have, I'm sure I'd remember meeting a face such as yours,' she grinned but laughed even more at James' response.

'Oh, you mean damn sexy?' James smirked.

'Something like that,' she giggled, 'Anyway, I'm Lily Evans,' James' cheerful expression slipped off his face leaving it pale with almost a trapped expression, his eyes were wide and his breathing became irregular and laboured.

'Lily Evans?' he breathed, 'As in the muggle-born Lily Evans?'

'Yes,' she snapped, her jaw set on her now stony face, 'You know Potter, for a moment I thought you were above that pureblood rubbish, but obviously I was wrong,' and with that she turned on her heels and stormed out.

'James has a crush!' Sirius sang quietly, but was hushed by Remus who, without tearing his eyes away from his book, whispered 'Not now,'.

James sat in silence, looking out the window, thinking for what felt like forever. He had met his mum. The one person he had so desperately wanted to meet, had longed for the day he would meet her and it turned out that he had made a fool of himself and now she, his own mum, hated him. A pat on the back broke him from his depressing thoughts.

'James,' the gently, caring voice of Remus sounded in his ears, 'It doesn't matter, it's the first day! Besides, she was helping a girl find a pigeon named Speckled Jim on a train! It's not a major loss,' he soothed, but James couldn't help but feel guilty and cross with himself. If only he had acted cool.

James walked sagely along the platform, his demeanour calm and indifferent to the surrounding hubbub of excited children, the peace, however, was broken by the back bending strain of having a certain Black jump on him. James span round to see where Sirius was, but was amused to see that Sirius had latched himself on to James' back and was enjoying the ride.

'Yee-ha!' Sirius was waving his hand around in the air like a cowboy, James took one look at him before running as fast as he could along the platform, weaving through startled teenagers, bouncing up and down for effect, on the return journey, however, he was stopped by Remus.

'Seriously, James?' he asked condescendingly.

'No, that's Sirius-' James said with a smirk, pointing up at the beaming boy on his back.

'James-' Remus began but was cut off by a shrill shout:

'FIRST YEARS! FIRST YEARS FOLLOW ME!' a short lady in navy robes stood at the end of the platform with a miner's lantern, she smiled as the three boys who walked over to her, she gave an even greater smile to James and Sirius- Sirius still being perched on James' back.

'Mr. Black, I presume?' she said coyly to Sirius who nodded vigorously, she turned to James and was about to open her mouth when she stopped, snapped it shut and tilted her head to one side.

'Is there a problem, ma'am?' James said with a touch of embarrassment.

'You look like someone I know, but how would you know him?' she mumbled almost inaudibly over the racket created by the other first years.

'I don't know- perhaps you know my dad?' James shrugged with an expression of indifference but on the inside he was smirking: this was one of his dad's... companions? Was that a way to describe her? They had met at a ball in London and had hit off but nothing further had happened... Anyway, her name was Cecilia Appsworth.

'Possibly,' Cecilia mumbled, 'What's your name?'

'James. James Benjamin Potter,' Sirius winked at James as he made a low bow at his father's friend, taking Sirius with him.

'And your father's name? I assume another Potter?'

'Doctor Benjamin Potter... Although, truth be known, everyone who knows him, excluding me obviously, calls him the Doctor-' he winked knowingly as the Professor lost all colour from her face, stumbled a bit before regaining her smile.

'I wasn't aware your father had married-' she breathed as she stared James in the eye.

'No, and you wouldn't,' James smiled, his large Time Lord eyes staring into hers, 'No one does.'

'What's going on?' Sirius asked, his face showing his complete and utter confusion, 'What's so important about James being his father's son? I'm so confused...' James laughed before setting him down.

'Professor Appsworth is an old friend of my dad's; they met each other at a dance party in Sussex in 1954,'

'Yes, your father was quite the charmer, James,' Appsworth smiled at James before turning away and facing the gaggle of first years.

'FIRST YEARS FOLLOW ME! GERONIMO!' James beamed as his teacher used his dad's catch phrase, Sirius followed smiling as well- whether this was due to James' excitement being so great or the fact that he was also bursting with excitement was unknown, James suspected a mixture of both.

(In almost every fanfic I have read,

There comes a point at which is said,

The entrance to Hogwarts and it's grounds,

The monotony, Oh! It knows no bounds,

For every single little detail,

Almost every single one, without fail,

The author feels the need to say,

About Hogwarts and where she lay,

But the thing is:

I don't want to.

And so by writing in such style,

I've covered it which lasts but a mile,

So do not fear, myreaders,

You follow where dear Appsworth leads us,

Up the steps and round and round,

Where old Peeves waits, he gives a shout,

As the young girls and boys,

Follow the staff in Dumbledore's employ,

We'll miss the sorting hat's song,

But don't get me wrong-

It's lovely and all,

But it always makes me want to maul,

The writer which feels the need to recite,

What every fan knows anyway:

For the sorting hat, he sings a song.

Which every year goes for far too long!

Now I think our friends have reached,

In which we can now come apart,

Of what else I've got in store,

Besides, I can't write much more,

I'm not Shakespeare or McLow,

But you could call me Edgar Allan Bro.

Quoth the Raven, 'Swag Galore')

'When I call out your name, come up and sit on this stool and be sorted.' Appsworth said, her face stony to all those who didn't know her, but James could just see the smallest twinkle in her eye.

'Black, Sirius'

Sirius pulled away from the huddle of First Years in the centre of the hall, sent a look of anxiety to James who nodded encouragingly, and walked to the stool. Placing the cap on his head, he shut his eyes and breathed deeply.

'Ah, another Black! My, my! What a personality: smart, cunning, ambitious! You're practically the perfect Slytherin!' the Hat growled though not unpleasantly.

'No! I can't be in Slytherin! I want to be in any house BUT there!'

'Not Slytherin? But your mind! And all that knowledge!'

'No. N. O. It spells no,'

'In that case, if you're sure: GRYFFINDOR!'

The hall fell silent for what felt like forever, mumbling sounded like an angry wasp. Sirius could feel tears welling up in his eyes with relief mixed with sadness that nobody in Gryffindor wanted him... Slowly, clapping started from the far end of the hall before more and more people joined, suddenly the whole of the table burst into whoops and cheers as Sirius made his way over.

Some more people... And some more... Remus goes to Gryffindor along with Peter... Blah blah blah, more sorting...

'Potter, James'

James closed his eyes and breathed deeply as he tried to control his nerves, if what he'd heard was true, then that hat could look into his mind and that couldn't happen, it'd die. With a small Doctor-like smirk, he straightened his posture and walked proudly up to the stool. With a smile to Sirius and Remus, he sat down and put the hat on.

'Ooh... Oh. You're not human- you're not meant to exist- Merlin's saggy left ball, please close your mind off... I can't think! I beg, please, close off your mind!' the Hat gasped as well as it could mentally speaking, 'In all my time as the sorting hat, I've never had to sort an alien. Ever. And I can't even look into your mind without my consciousness going haywire. Nice going moonshoes,' the hat grumbled.

'Sorry!' James cringed from under the hat, 'If it makes you fell better, I must say that for a hat, you're taking this very well-'

'I'm a hat, it's not like I can collapse, is it?'

'Sheesh! You try to be nice and what do you get? May as well just sort myself,'

'Don't even think about it! I know your type- well, your personality type, not your actual type... Anyway, the answer is no. You're too clever and manipulative for that to happen. All those years at an orphanage, all those years of being sly and cunning... And such a mind! If I didn't know better, I'd say that a mind such as yours couldn't be eleven. But then again, you are over two hundred-'

'Gryffindor? With Sirius? Please?' James sent the hat telepathic puppy eyes, in return he got a snort.

'Nuh-uh. Not gonna happen.' The hat said firmly.

'You place me into Gryffindor or I'll open up my mind,' James threatened darkly, if the hat could have seen his eyes, he would have been able to see James meant business; they were green as usual but with a burning power, long, tired eyes of a thousand setting suns.

'That settles it then!' the cap opened its brim to speak-

The Doctor stuffed his hand into the large mahogany desk he'd placed in his office, his arm elbow deep in random pieces of technology and devices, his face was hard and his eyes shone with determination.

'Where are you?' he growled, rummaging even deeper into the drawer. His face lit suddenly as his hand grasped around what he was searching for: the letter he had written to himself about what had happened on that night, the things he'd made himself forget. With trembling hands he put the envelope on the desk in front of him, his thoughts from his darkest hour in front of him. He couldn't bring himself to read it, to relive it, but he had to- for James. He needed his son back.

He slipped his finger under the paper flap and broke the seal, his eyes tightly closed as he pulled out the letter. He bit his lip as he wiped his eyes of the tears that threatened to fall; why did She have to die? Why couldn't it have been someone else- anyone else? And it wasn't like he could change anything, it was fixed in time, fixed to be forever a weight on his old heart. With a deep breath, he read the letter.

'It was carnage. So much blood. Her husband on the floor, guarding the door when he died. The look of defiance on his face, even in death. Where I should have been. I should have died for her. I should have been there. I should never have left. I should never have gone searching for that damned thing. Anyway, the man had brown or black hair, it was quite hard to see because it was so dark in the house and he had blood around his face and hair. He died for her. For my wife. And I want to hate him for taking her from me, from keeping me from finding her, but how can I when he died trying to save her from whatever killed him? When he gave his life to save hers?

Upstairs was destitute, death hung like fog; it was so strong you could taste it. She was lying on the ground, like she had fallen asleep on her feet. I tried to get her to wake up, I tried and tried. I've never wanted anything more but to see her looking in my eyes and smiling again, never and I don't think I ever will. I held her and whispered things in her ear, stories, things about me that I wanted her to know; anything to make her wake.

But she didn't.

And she was gone.

Gone.

And it hit me: I was alone.

I was alone again in the universe. I thought I had found someone, someone who I could die with but it was not to be. I never thought I'd hold such overbearing sadness again, not since the Time Lords were locked away. Not since I lost my old family.

She didn't even know my name.

Not my real name.

She died knowing next to nothing about who I really was and what I'd been through. And the thing is...

I hate myself for it.'

A/N: wow. That was a rather long chappie I do believe!

Oh yeah, I've recently started a forum for Doctor Who crossovers for all the whovians out there who would like to join in a collection of challenges and a similar one for Harry Potter crossovers... If you would like to enter any of the challenge forums the link is below! vv

www . fanfiction forum / Camp-Who / 134150 /

Remove the spaces though... That's the Dr Who one! The Harry Potter one is :

www . fanfiction forum /Timey-Wimey-Elementary-Stuff-My-Dear-Potter / 134300 /

and remove the spaces on that one as well! :D

It'd be great if you joined cos then we could really get started!

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