[a/n0]"The Order of The Chicken" from several reviews **giggle**

[a/n]Spent some time with Dr Who crossovers. Came up with this.

Harry Does Different DXXV

Tom Baker

"Sunshine daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow." Said Ron, casting the spell deeply serious. The only effect was a bright flash of light, and a squeak from his pet rat.

The newcomer girl giggled "Are you sure it's a real spell? Well, it doesn't work very well. I've only tried a few but they've worked for me." **sitting across from Harry** "For example, occulus raparum."

"Wow!" Harry was pleased with the outcome. Then turned his head to a new arrival.

The blond boy, who was familiar from Diagon Alley, jumping right in "I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. This is Crabbe and Goyle." **Head snapped to the snort** "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Hand-me-down robes? You must be a Weasley."

"How rude!" the girl interjected herself. "And there is nothing wrong with red hair!" Ron smiled at their new acquaintance.

Malfoy glared at her "You must be a Mudblood. All frizzy hair and overgrown teeth. No Pureblood family has such features. Disgrace you're ev - -"

"I was thinking you might be a Time Lord. Lady maybe?" Harry felt for the girl who was getting upset.

She looked away from the bully and queried "Time Lord?"

"Sure. I thought you were related to Tom Baker. He an uncle? Grandfather maybe?" he could tell the others were baffled at the reference.

The girl answered "My family name is Granger, no Bakers that I know of." She was not nearly as upset.

"And what, pray tell, is a Time Lord?" demanded Malfoy "Some Muggle thing?"

Keeping the focus on himself, Harry shrugged "Ain't heard they're magical, but might be since they change appearance to recover from bad injuries. Tom Baker is at least 750 years old, can go everywhere in the Universe he wants. I know he's seen Earth in the 3000s."

"Harry, I think you are conflati- -" Hermione began, having caught on.

Only to be cut off by Malfoy "Mere Muggles have no such power. And there's no place else in the Universe but right here. The Moon and the five Planets are wandering lights. Same for the Stars but they're eternally unmoving."

"Regular Muggles have been to the Moon. I think it was 40 years ago." Retorted Harry while shooting the girl a warning glance "Feel free to look it up, there's pictures. Books on Time Lords are harder to find because they're pretty rare. Never met one myself, not even Tom Baker. Only saw him on television a few times."

*Hmpf* Draco grunted. He cast a withering look around the compartment, spun on his heels and exited. Followed by his bodyguards.

Harry snarked at the half-closed door "Well, he's a lovely sort, huh?"

"You didn't exactly tell the truth, Harry. Even if I thank you for coming to my defense." The girl was equal parts grateful and mildly reproving.

To which the boy shrugged lightly, not showing any anger "Well, Miss Teeth and Curls, if you can't be totally certain you aren't related to Tom Baker, how can you be completely sure he is NOT a Time Lord."

"That whole line of reasoning is illogical. And very disconnected. I mean, one has nothing to do with the other." While deeply offended by a similar description from Malfoy, Hermione could tell Harry meant it differently "I suppose you think there are dimensionally transcendental timeships?"

Ron put in "My Dad mentioned time necklaces that the Ministry keeps under guard. But …uhh… dimensionally who?"

"It's something that is bigger on the inside than it is on the outside." She explained.

Ron used his now sleeping rat to thoughtfully scratch his temple, then "Well you could've just said that. Anyway, my brother Bill works for Gringotts and said something like that when he first started. Don't remember very much because I was only a little midget then."

"As may be." Hermione dismissed it with a flick of the aforementioned curls "I'm getting back to the frog hunt, and you two should change, I expect we'll be arriving soon."

The boys were doing just as the girl ordered as Ron commented "Bit bossy in't she?"

"I think she'll be a friend" countered Harry, looking at the mostly closed door "Something about her I like."

Ron was dismissive "Want a boss? I'll introduce you to Mum." Then "You really believe in these Time Lord people? I never heard of them. Load of dragon dung if ya ask me."

"Dragons are real?" eyebrows shot past hat-brim.

With all the assurance of calling a triangle three-sided, Ron answered "Well yeah. Seen em in my brother Charlie's preserve in Romania."

"Mmm …magine that." Answered Harry "Well, Ron, think about this. A month ago I was a 10-year old who knew for fact that Time Lords exist and magic doesn't. I turned 11 and met a 9-foot giant who gave my cousin a pigtail. But I know from the books I saw that Muggles have been to the Moon. And Draco's five Planets might be fourteen. So yeah, if it happens to come up in school, I'll mention Tom Baker. Hehheh! Even if Mr. Teeth and Curls isn't related to our Miss Teeth and Curls."