I have never jumped on the Harry Potter/Doctor Who crossover bandwagon before, simply because I'm not sure how the series are compatible. Harry Potter is fantasy, while Doctor Who, while very soft science fiction, is still science fiction. But that changed in a moment of inspiration.

You see, I wanted to do a Harry Potter as a Dark Lord fic, as well as a Harmony fic. I had a flick through DZ2's challenges, having been inspired to do a couple before. I considered doing a mish-mash of their Revenge of the Half-Blood Prince and The Wrong Victim Challenges, with a touch of the prompt challenge Writing on the Wall. But something was lacking, an extra impetus for Harry to become a Dark Lord. And then, I thought of a very Dark Lord-like character, at least in terms of appearance and megalomania, in Doctor Who. A Time Lord, and no, it is NOT the Master. Fans of the classic series should be delighted at the criminally-underutilised Time Lord villains I have reincarnated as Harry and Hermione. Whether this story has legs, I don't know, but it certainly seems promising. Not to mention having an insane pairing on the Whoniverse side...and who are those? Wait and see...

RENAISSANCE OF THE RENEGADES

CHAPTER 1:

REBORN

It was a veritable city of tents. Not one for those without homes to go to. No, this tent city was, theoretically, for a more joyous occasion. No, it was for a sport. A most unusual sport called Quidditch, played on flying broomsticks. The tents themselves seemed to sport unusual features like chimneys that had no place there, but what did you expect from wizards.

The vast majority of these tents were bigger on the inside than the outside, being easily the size of small houses within. But there was one here that was certainly more than a mere wizarding tent. Oh, it looked normal: more normal than many of the tents here. It was a wedge of khaki canvas that wouldn't have looked out of place on a normal campground.

A bushy-haired girl, appearing to be in her late teens, looked around furtively, before entering the tent. For a brief moment, there seemed to be a confusion in what she walked through: a second set of tent flaps changed into large doors with circular indentations, which opened inwards with a distinctive whir, revealing a brightly-lit control room, one that could not have possibly fit into the tent.

The walls were decorated with circular panels dubbed roundels, though the girl knew that they were actually maintenance panels that could be opened up and tinkered with. A large television screen was set into one wall. Dominating the room was a large central console, like a hexagonal mushroom with a sextet of control panels. In the middle of the console was a transparent cylinder, containing a complex, crystalline structure that put the girl in mind of a wedding cake, given the tiers of the structure.

The girl frowned, wondering where the people she came to see were. She soon got her answer. Through the doors leading elsewhere into this place, she heard voices approaching. "…And the Pythia's Curse be upon him(1)! Damned meddling old fool!"

"I'll never get used to you saying things like that, Pup."

The door to the rest of the ship opened up. First came through a man in his thirties, still a little haggard after the last time she saw him, but looking better and more sane. Dark-haired, grey-eyed, with a beard that was now neat.

The other was a boy about her age, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, with a messy mop of black hair and piercing green eyes that seemed to almost glow. He was dressed in coveralls that were now covered in grease and other materials. He noticed the girl, and nodded. "Hello, Ushas," he said. "How was observing these fools?"

"Informative, if depressing, Peylix," the girl responded in a cool tone. "The Weasley dullards are wondering where you are."

"They can wonder all they like. I am not who they believe me to be in more ways than one, and if they had a single iota of who I truly am…Ron already distanced himself during that incident with the Chamber. A good thing I erased Ginny's memories, and removed that damnable obsession with me. Though it was more fun to deal with that acephalous imbecilic peacock Lockhart. Giving him over to you to experiment upon was a joy."

"Not for me," the girl named Ushas stated. "I got more from experimenting on Remus, and I left him alive and intact afterwards. He told me that his inner wolf is calmer now. Then again, I believe my threat to separate it from Remus and vivisect it helped."

Peylix laughed. "Ah, a woman after my own heart. Well, hearts, now that you've given me a proper Time Lord body. I can see the appeal, really. Two hearts, respiratory bypass, regeneration…plus improvements. No aspirin allergy(2), for one thing, even if I prefer paracetamol. Ah, if only Razz can see me now."

Ushas sniffed quietly. "As much as I am sure you'd like to reminisce on old times, I came here for a reason other than socialising with two of the few sane members of Magical Britain."

"That's a shame," the man said. "Anyway, why can't you keep addressing each other as Harry and Hermione while I'm here? Those Gallifreyan names are…weird."

"This coming from a man who was born to a family who named their children after stars. Sirius Black, anyone?" Ushas, aka Hermione Granger, snapped irritably, though with a wry nature that, in her previous lives, wasn't there as much. "And who is part of a society with the strangest names. Severus Snape? Remus Lupin? At least my parents in this life were naming me from Shakespeare, even if it got me bullied."

"Hey, take it easy, Queen," Sirius said with a smirk, only to get a stinging hex for his troubles.

"Dog," Hermione snapped, albeit with a faint smirk. She then turned her gaze to Harry. "Have you discovered the problem yet?"

"No. Keep in mind that I am trying to recreate a TARDIS from scratch, and from relatively primitive technology and materials. Hedin provided me with an old one when I based myself in Amsterdam, but I never got around to examining all the improvements made on the time machines I was creating. Another factor is that, aside from us, the Time Lords do not exist in this universe. That may explain why this TARDIS can go anywhere in space, but in terms of time, can only move relatively slowly. Oh, we can time travel, but not as well as a standard TARDIS. Even Daleks could probably travel better through time."

Hermione sniffed. "Better than nothing, I suppose, and we don't need the time travel capability at this moment. I believe I'm beginning to see what little charm the Doctor saw in this planet."

"I saw it in Amsterdam," Harry said. "One of the first things I saw when I got a copy of his body was a calliope. A primitive entertainment device, and yet…it was something that was the first to tell me for a long time that I had a soul left to be stirred. I enjoyed our trip there, actually."

"You enjoyed it partly because we succumbed to our carnal impulses," Hermione pointed out. "I generally do not indulge in pleasures of the flesh, but I have to admit, I did enjoy that. But I still hate having to use primitive personal Chameleon technology to make us look our ages, in terms of birth certificates, amongst these Lotophagous(3) primitives. Their indolence is almost on a par with our former people, Peylix. They're almost as bad as the Lakertyans(4). At least most of the mundanes have some sort of drive, especially for a Level 5 planet."

Sirius scowled, albeit a mock scowl. "I resemble that remark!"

After a moment, Harry looked up at Hermione, and said, "You know, Ushas, I believe I know why we keep him around."

"Because he's a barely housetrained pet?" Hermione asked.

"Hey!" yelped Sirius.

"No, because he's like the Doctor, only without that weary moralising," Harry said.

Hermione shrugged. "True. Though the Doctor is at least barely tolerable company. If we ever meet a reincarnation of the Master, I will be introducing him to the joys of genital trauma via repeated blows with the knee."

"Rather unscientific, Ushas," Harry observed.

"True, but I did it before(5). It was immensely satisfying, and as you are well aware, being a scientist yourself, any experiment bears repeating. To whit: does kneeing the Master repeatedly in the groin give me pleasure? I will have to content myself with the next Death Eater we capture. A shame we didn't get to catch Pettigrew. I would have enjoyed vivisecting him."

Sirius blinked, before he said, "I've said it before, I'll say it again: you have a very unhealthy obsession with cutting people open."

"I believe Borusa was the first to say that to me," Hermione said archly. "And I told him that, as he was my mathematics and mental protection tutor, he had no call to lecture me about biology. The last I heard from that fool the Master, he had gotten himself frozen in the Tomb of Rassilon. Then again, he was already a petrified relic, being turned to stone would not have made much difference(6)." She pursed her lips as she walked over to the central console. "A shame we cannot travel back in time efficiently. I would have liked to procure a T-Rex embryo again to experiment on."

"And I want to be able to get the damned rat," Sirius scowled.

"As we have explained to you before, Padfoot, we cannot do so once we have experienced the events. We were stretching things using that Time Turner during your escape, and we tried to find him then. Unfortunately, Time Lords experiencing time does fix the causal nexus to a degree. That also includes meddling with my family before my rebirth," Harry said. He stripped the coveralls off to reveal a slender but athletic form, clad in what looked like an Edwardian-style cricketing outfit. The shirt's lapels had a pair of symbols that looked vaguely like a curvy W, like so: ω.

"You still affect the dress of your foe?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harry smirked. "I look no less eccentric than anyone else here. I'm sure that if any incarnation of the Doctor walked through this place, nobody would bat an eye."

"Hmm. That's true. Even the Doctor's sixth incarnation. Only Dumbledore dresses worse than he does," Hermione mused.

"True. But you're one to talk, Miss Leather Trousers and Shiny Jacket(7)," Harry said with a smile. "I mean, don't get me wrong, you look great in those, but even so…"

"Enough of the fripperies," Hermione said. "The Weasleys are impatient to see you. They thought it odd that you weren't at the Dursleys."

"I told them that was the case," Harry said. "As for the Dursleys…well, I'm sure you can do with more specimens for research."

Hermione smirked, rather scarily. "You know me so well, Peylix. Are they in storage here?"

"Yes, but be warned: they are naked in the stasis tanks, and it may give you at least two regenerations' worth of nightmares."

Hermione snorted. "My human parents are medical professionals. My father is a forensic odontologist, and my mother is one of the best oral and maxillofacial surgeon in the United Kingdom. I have read medical texts since I was five. And even back on Gallifrey, I had an interest in biology. They may be repulsive, but they won't stick in my mind as nightmare fuel. We'll leave that until after the game finishes. I want to have a leisurely time taking them apart."

Harry chuckled at her words. "If I didn't know any better, my dear Ushas, I would believe you to be an unrepentant sadist."

"I only take pleasure in the science," Hermione said. "That, and ensuring such…repulsive primitives do not harm you any longer. I swear, abusing you because you had an ability to manipulate artron energy in a way that these primitives consider to be magic. What petty fools these humans are."

"Present company excluded, I hope?" Sirius asked, only to receive a chilly stare from Hermione.

"Have you given him flea powder lately?" Hermione asked.

"No. He actually bathes when you ask him to," Harry said. He then turned to Sirius. "I've set up the camera I am wearing to be able to project the Quidditch game to the scanner screen." He pointed to the screen on the wall. "This way, you don't have to risk anyone seeing you, especially anyone who knows your Animagus form."

"Hey, I'll take it," Sirius said with a smile. "You take care, Pup, okay?"

"I will, but don't forget, Sirius, Hermione and I are technically older than you…by thousands of years between us," Harry said. "I hope you enjoy the game…"

Emerging from the tent, Harry and Hermione looked at each other. Harry proffered a crooked elbow. "May I do you the honour of escorting you, my Rani?"

Hermione smiled, and took his arm. "I believe I will accept that, Omega."

And with that exchange, a pair of former renegades of Time Lord society strode through a city of tents, arm in arm. Unlikely lovers, but lovers all the same, united in a world of primitives, and a society of so-called mages so backward, they made the notoriously stagnant society of the Time Lords look progressive by comparison. They were colossi striding well above others. And Merlin help Magical Britain if someone truly pissed them off, for nobody else would…

CHAPTER 1 ANNOTATIONS:

Hoo boy. I never thought I would do this. And what a crazy pairing, huh? I mean, for those familiar with the classic series, people are thinking "WTF?! Did you just pair OMEGA and the RANI?!" Then again, dudelove85's recently-started Doctor Who crossover The Last President of Gallifrey has Hermione turning out to be Romana, of all people. Incidentally, I highly recommend that crossover.

For those NOT familiar with the classic series, allow me to elucidate. I have taken two of the most criminally underutilised villains from Doctor Who: namely Omega and the Rani. And I have reincarnated them as Harry and Hermione respectively. We'll learn more about their history in this world later. However, I will give a brief history of the two villains for those unfamiliar with them.

Omega was one of Rassilon's partners in revolutionising Gallifrey, and was responsible for harnessing the power source that they needed for their time travel. In the process, Omega was sucked into a black hole, stranded in an anti-matter universe, believing he was abandoned by the Time Lords. Although the Doctor considered him a hero, Omega wanted to be more. He appeared in the TV stories The Three Doctors and Arc of Infinity, as well as the audio stories Omega and Gallifrey: Intervention Earth. As far as this story is concerned, all but the events of Gallifrey: Intervention Earth are canonical. His true name, as revealed by Omega, was Peylix, but Omega was an insulting nickname relating to a failing grade spitefully given to him by a teacher who believed his theories were insane.

The Rani was one of the Doctor's contemporaries at the Academy on Gallifrey. Brilliant, particularly in biology, the Rani was also utterly amoral, and was exiled from Gallifrey after an incident involving the President's cat and mutated mice. She views everything as secondary to her research, and will gladly take over entire worlds to have the populace act as her specimens. She appeared in the TV stories The Mark of the Rani and Time and the Rani, as well as the audio stories The Rani Elite and Planet of the Rani. Oh, and she appeared in the novels (which aren't considered canon for this story) Divided Loyalties (as Ushas, her student self) and State of Change. Given that she is called Ushas in the audio The Rani Elite, a name originally given to her in Divided Loyalties, that is her canon real name here.

Why these two? Well, Omega is a bit Dark Lordy (especially how he looks in The Three Doctors), and at times, he is rather sympathetic, so I thought it'd be interesting to have Harry as Omega's reincarnation. I nearly had Hermione as the reincarnation of Sentia from Omega, but I eventually decided to use another Time Lord instead, especially given how Omega treats Sentia in the later stages of the story. Sentia was too much of a fangirl, anyway, Ginny Weasley-style. I thought the Rani suited Hermione being somewhat Ravenclaw-like. Of course, regeneration being what it is, while Hermione is still very much amoral as the Rani, she at least has a sense of humour, and loves Harry/Omega, after her own fashion.

1. The Pythia was the head of a powerful religious movement dominating early Gallifrey in the novels, and Rassilon overthrew her. While not all of the novels are canon IMO, I wanted to add this little touch.

2. In The Mind of Evil, the Doctor claims an aspirin can kill him.

3. Meaning 'lotus eater-like', or indolent.

4. A reptilian race enslaved by the Rani in Time and the Rani.

5. In Mark of the Rani. Let's just say he tried to molest the bumps of her TARDIS' console.

6. The Master was referring to the events of The Five Doctors. It's possible he witnessed them, as he was tied up on the floor at the time, though whether he was unconscious seems to be debatable.

7. What the Rani wears during the latter half of Mark of the Rani. Most of the time, she's wearing ragged clothes to disguise herself as the owner of a washhouse in a coal mining town.