Disclaimer: Woe befalls me for, alas, I do not own Harry Potter or Doctor Who. They belong to smarter, richer, prettier people.
Summary: Harry Potter/Doctor Who Crossover. Harry has never had a normal life and it's about to get stranger. The Doctor and Rose come a-knocking and he finds himself in a whole new series of problems. How does the Doctor seem to know him?
Chapter 1 – Changes, Good or Bad
Harry Potter was sitting by his bedroom window at Number 4, Privet Drive. Gazing out of the window he didn't notice the minutes ticking away to his sixteenth birthday. All he could think about was the deaths of Sirius, Cedric, his parents… The list went on. He glanced down at the small clock on his bedside table. He had grabbed it out of the rubbish after Dudley had broken it. Dear old Dudders had not been able to watch his favourite program, You've Been Framed, because the golf championships had overrun. He had thrown a massive temper tantrum and the clock got smashed.
Harry didn't know how, but he had managed to fix it with the smallest effort. Harry had always had this uncanny knack for technology. Unfortunately he had very little chance to try it out because the Dursley's forbid him to touch anything that cost them more than £200, and witches and wizards didn't know the difference between a television and a toaster. So his talent was rarely used.
But now it was nearing midnight on the penultimate day of July. Harry started to count down the seconds in his head. 60…50…40…30…20…10…5…4…3…2…1...
Harry sighed. He always expected something amazing to happen on his birthdays, but as always nothing happened. He was just about to settle down to sleep when he felt a massive bolt of pain split right through his head. He grabbed it in agony and fell to the floor, writhing. Sparks of anguish jolted through his body. His whole figure seemed to be lengthening slightly, growing taller and slightly more muscled. Then with a blinding flash of blue-ish white light, he fell unconscious.
The next morning Harry awoke with a splitting headache. He groaned. It was agony. He tried to concentrate on the room around him but failed. Images flashed up against his eyes, to fast for him to see what was in them. He was buzzing all over, filled with power of an unknown quantity and form.
Finally the buzzing stopped and he looked around the room. Everything was in focus, which was strange, considering the fact that he wasn't wearing his glasses. They were lying, almost forgotten, on the bedside table. He made his way over to the mirror on the inside of one of his wardrobe doors. To say he was shocked would be the understatement of the century, and there had been lots of understatements that century.
Harry had grown at least a good 6 inches and now stood at 6'3''. Harry was relieved; No more midget comments from the Dursley's and the Slytherins. The fact that it was due to the Dursleys and that he was that short in the first place… His face was more angular and less a child-like. His eyes were now a darker green, verging on black. They glistened like emeralds when they caught the light. His hair was coal black, rather than the brown-black it had been before and had streaks of emerald in it. Of course, the scar still reamined on his forehead.
His figure had changed as well, he felt much stronger and durable. It was weird, like he wasn't even human. His arms and torso were muscled, not like a body builder but natural muscles. He was rather handsome. Damn, yet another reason for people to stare at me. Why can't I ever be normal? He thought. Overall he looked nothing like either of his parents.
The Doctor sat in his TARDIS thinking. He knew he was the last Time Lord, and that the rest were destroyed in the last great Time War, but that didn't stop the Darleks from returning, time after time. Truth be told, he was tired. Tired of being the last of his kind, tired of being responsible for everything, and most of all tired of losing everyone he loved.
Rose looked at the Doctor. She could never quite understand what was going on in his mind. He usually had a mask up or when he didn't he was just thinking about some complicated equation resulting in the saving of the Earth. This time, this time was different. He seemed to be lost, his face had no expression of happiness and his eyes looked almost dead. He seemed to be giving up.
No, he is not going to give up. After all, who would be there to save the universe if he did? She thought. She was just picking herself up to go talk to him, when the TARDIS started to move. It juddered into action and started to make its way through the time vortex.
The Doctor jumped up and dashed over to the consol. Rose hurried over a second later.
"What's going on?" asked Rose, quickly.
"To be honest, I have no idea," The Doctor replied. "I've always said the TARDIS has a mind of her own."
The whirring noises of the TARDIS died down and the Doctor pressed some buttons.
"So… Where are we?" Rose questioned cheerfully. The Doctor looked at her before answering,
"It appears we are at a town in Surrey called Little Whinging. More specifically a street called Privet Drive, in the year 2006."
I know the year is wrong, but I need the Technology from the last 10 years, ok?
So, how will Harry react to the Doctor? Has anyone guessed what is happening to Harry? Please read and review. Any and all comments welcome.