Tides of Time

By Michael Weyer

Harry Potter owned by JK Rowling.

Doctor Who owned by the BBC.

This hit me suddenly and I just had to write it down as fast as I could. As you can see, takes place late in "Goblet of Fire" and mid-first season of the current "DW" run. Hope you enjoy, all comments welcomed.

Part One: The Ones Who Lived

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The fire ripped through him as he tried to channel every ounce of magical power he could through the wand. It was painful, it was horrible, it was exhilarating. He was tapping into reservoirs of magic he never knew he had, places he didn't think existed.

But facing one's imminent death was more than enough to get Harry Potter to find his inner power.

He couldn't even see the newly resurrected Lord Voldermort before him. Or those Death Eaters surrounding him either. He couldn't see anything past the white-hot energy of the two beams of magic smashing into each other. He could hear that fool yelling out but ignored it, ignored the pain, ignored everything as he tried to fight back.

That one image…the one of his parents…he didn't know if it was real or some sort of vision due to the situation. But he knew it was his one chance. He gathered together all he could and let it out in one long and loud blast that threw everyone present back.

Harry rolled on the ground, racing to grab the trophy, his other hand moving to the dead body of Cedric. The least he could do for the poor man was to get his body back to his family so they could bury him with dignity. He heard Voldermort growl and mutter something he couldn't quite understand. With one hand cradling both the Cup and touching Cedric, Harry spun around to put up a protective shield.

Magic, like science, has its laws when it comes to how much energy can occupy the same space. With the magic of two powerful wizard colliding, combined with the teleportation aspects of a Portkey, the energies of the graveyard were too much for simple space to hold in. Something had to give, some way to unleash all that energy…

And the passing of an object that resided outside time and space was just it.

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The first thing Harry felt was the cold metallic deck underneath him. He blinked and stared in confusion. He had though the portkey would send him back to Hogwarts, where he wanted to go. He felt a flash of fear go through him, that somehow he'd ended up right back into Voldermort's hands.

He slowly lifted his head and stared at his surroundings. He seemed to be in a large chamber of some sort with strange pipes and columns all around. At the center of a raised platform was a huge cylinder surrounded by a control panel. The crystal-like rods inside were pumping up and down as a strange grinding sound echoed through the chamber.

"Um…hello." Harry glanced up to see a young woman staring at him in disbelief. She was quite pretty with blond hair, dressed in dark pants and a red jacket over a light shirt. "How'd you get here?"

"I….where…where am I?" Harry stammered, wincing as he sat up, feeling the pain of Voldermort's curses flowing through him. "Who are you?"

The young woman opened her mouth to answer but was cut off by a boisterous voice. "Rose! Rose! I think I've got it narrowed down!" Harry glanced over to see a figure bounding into the room. He was a tall man in dark jeans and a leather jacket, his hair cut to almost baldness. His nose was sharp, marking his rather handsome face which was tight with concentration.

"It definitely came from outside," he was saying as he circled the console, flipping odd buttons and switches.

"Doctor," the woman began.

"It appeared to be an energy signature of some sort, one that tore a hole in space/time which is rare for something so small."

"Doctor…" Rose said.

"It could have been a Vardox…no, they don't go for that sort of thing. It might be a white star of some sort…" the man kept on talking as he checked the console.

"Doctor!" Rose finally caught his attention as he turned around. He frowned at her, then at Harry, then back to her. "What?" There was a pause before he looked back at Harry, then back at Rose. "Who's that?"

"I don't know," Rose said. "He just came out of this flash of light."

"Flash of light?" The man scratched his chin. "Interesting." He stepped off the console and to Harry. Reflexively, he raised his wand and held it out. The man stopped, studying him carefully. "Hang a mo….wizard?"

Harry nodded weakly and the man's mouth broke out in a huge grin. "Fantastic!" he called out. "Been ages since I met a wizard of your age!"

"Wizard?" Rose frowned. "Wait a minute, Doctor, are you trying to say…he's a magician?"

"Yep."

"You mean…" Rose said. "As in…flying broomsticks and robes and making lead out of gold?"

"We haven't gotten to alchemy yet," Harry said. "That's sixth year."

"Sixth year?" she frowned.

Harry nodded. "Yes, Sixth year at Hogwarts. I'm only a fourth."

"Hogwarts?"

"Yes, it's the best Wizarding school in Britain and…" He shook his head. "Wait, why am I explaining this to you?!"

"Oh, I just have a trusting manner," the man said with that smile. "I'm the Doctor, by the way and this is Rose Tyler."

"I'm…I'm Harry."

"Nice to meet you, Harry," the Doctor said as he extended a hand. "Now, if you don't mind my asking, how did you get on board my TARDIS?"

Harry just stared at the hand before instinct took over. He thrust out his wand and yelled out "stupefy!" With a yelp, the Doctor felt himself knocked back and onto the floor. Harry scampered to his feet, glancing around until he saw a large door nearby. He raced toward it, ignoring Rose's cries as he grabbed the handle, yanked-----

And froze in place, his mind unable to accept what he was seeing. A field of stars spread out in all directions along with a large orange globe that he knew wasn't either Earth or the moon. A slew of rocks flew by, reflected by the yellow sun not far off.

Harry just stared at the sight, trying to comprehend it all. He opened his mouth and closed it, barely aware of the two people coming up behind him. "You're in space," the Doctor said in a gentle voice. "Outer space. This is my…space…cube."

Harry slowly turned his head to him. "Who are you?" he whispered.

"I told you. I'm the Doctor."

"All right…" Harry licked his lips. "What are you?"

"A Time Lord from…" His face darkened a bit. "Well, it doesn't really matter where I'm from now. Suffice to say it's not Earth."

Harry blinked. "You're…an alien," he slowly said.

"Well, you're a wizard," Rose pointed out. "You must know about some…weird stuff."

"Define weird," Harry said. "I know centaurs and a phoenix and house elves and a giant and I've met some giant spiders and-----"

"Okay," Rose said, obviously shocked at his answer. "So, you can accept aliens, right?"

"I suppose…" Harry said. "But…He…" He leaned in to Rose, nodding at the Doctor. "He sounds like he's from the North."

"Lots of planets have a North," the Doctor said as if insulted.

Harry turned to Rose. "So….you're an alien too?"

She smiled and shook her head. "No, no. Born and bred Londoner. I just decided to tag along with the Doctor."

"Quite happy she has too," the Doctor said. He moved to shut the doors and pulled Harry back. "Now then, my young boy. Just how did you get here?"

"I…I was…" Harry swallowed. "I don't know if…"

The Doctor knelt down to look him in the eye. "You all right, son?"

Harry looked him in the eye…and lost it. The pain, the fear, the shock of finding himself on some sort of alien spaceship, it unleashed the floodgates. He found himself telling them everything. His parents, Voldermort, the Dursleys, Hogwarts, the adventures of the last few years, Sirius, Wormtail, the TriWizard Cup, the rebirth of the Dark Lord, all of it in one long row.

He finally stopped talking and slumped on the console platform, tearing off his glasses and wiping at his hands. The exhaustion came over him as he let out several tears, not caring about his pride or his name. Rose just stared at him in pale shock. "You're just a kid," she whispered as she knelt down beside him. "You're just…you're just a kid. You don't…you should have friends, you should be playing, learning a career, you….you shouldn't have any of this."

"No one else can…" Harry whispered. "It's always me…the Boy Who Lived…and now I have to deal with Voldermort…again…" He rubbed his temples. "I don't know what to do."

The Doctor was quiet as he gazed at the young man with a solemn expression. "Harry Potter."

Harry glanced up and took in the Doctor's expression. "Oh, Merlin, even the aliens have heard about me?" he groaned.

"By reputation," the Doctor said. "You…have quite a career before you, Harry Potter." He paused. "It will be painful, no doubt about it. Maybe a bit too much so." He paused and moved to the console, checking several of the sensors. "Come on…" he whispered. "Come on…Time War shifted so much of history as it was…Surely it can give me a break here…"

Harry frowned to Rose. "What is he doing?"

She took a breath. "Well…this is going to sound crazy…"

Harry raised his eyebrows at her.

"Well, all right, maybe not to you," she admitted. "But the TARDIS…it doesn't just travel through space. It can go through time as well."

Harry blinked once again. "You…you mean it's like a giant Time Turner?"

Rose nodded. "I guess you can say that, yeah. He's taken me a million years in the future to see the end of the Earth and then to the past to see dinosaurs. Course, there are some rules he has to play in to avoid major changes-----"

"Ah-ha!" The Doctor yelled, a huge grin on his face. He backed up from the console and turned to Harry. "Quick, the date you came from."

"Um…I…"

"Date, boy, date!" The Doctor clapped his hands.

Harry stammered it out and the Doctor quickly went about throwing several switches and knobs. The large column began to pump up and down with a grinding motion and Harry felt the entire ship shake. "What's going on?" he exclaimed.

"Just getting you back to Hogwarts," the Doctor said with that big grin of his. "Don't worry, lad. Your luck is about to change, I guarantee it."

Harry stared at him, then to Rose. "He…does know what he's doing?"

"Most of the time, I'm pretty sure he does," Rose said. She moved to the console and leaned toward the Doctor. "You do know what you're doing, right?" she whispered.

"I do indeed," the Doctor said. "I'm helping this young man out with his ultimate destiny."

She frowned. "But…I thought you weren't supposed to mess with the timeline like that."

"It used to be that way," he clarified. "But the timeline is in flux from the War, gives me a little more leeway." He paused. "Trust me, Rose…I'm doing him and everyone he knows a major favor."

She knew that look in his eyes and sighed. She settled back, knowing that whatever was going to happen, the Doctor would make do it with style.

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Next: Return to Hogwarts as the Doctor starts to shift up things.