Forming Family

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any related characters and/or concepts belong to JK Rowling and/or Bloomsbury and Scholastic Publishing companies and/or Warner Brothers Studios. Likewise I do not own Doctor Who, any related characters and/or concepts belong to the BBC. I am a mere Fanfiction writer with far too much time on her hands.

Spoilers: Post Stolen Earth, no Journey's End, and AU where Rose and the Meta stayed.

Rating: T

Chapter One:

"So," he grinned as she came back from showering, hovering about the console, "Where to next, my faithful companion?"

"Somewhere without swamps," she snorted, drying her hair, "Or octopus aliens or any sort of seafood at all!"

"Righty oh—!"

"Doctor! Doctor! Come in Doctor," a redhead appeared on a screen, "Doctor! I need that favor!"

"Lily?!" the Doctor raced to the screen, beginning to flip switches and turn dials, "Lily, answer me! What's going on?"

There were sounds of a fight in the distance, a body falling, and a creaky step.

Lily gave a sob, tears running down her pale face as a baby began crying, "Doctor, oh god James, Doctor, if you can read me he's here! Voldemort is here for Harry…" the sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs, "Oh god, Doctor! I need help! Please! The year is nineteen eighty-one, Halloween; we're in Godric's Hollow! Oh god, help us please!"

"Lily! Lily I'm here," he was already aiming the TARDIS, "Lily, answer me! You just hold him off, you hear? Hold him off and we'll get there!"

She gave no indication that she heard him; the door to wherever she was blasted past her back; she dropped the device, ending the transmission just as she was saying, "Leave us be Voldemort!"

"Lily, dammit, pick up the comm-link! Lily Potter pick up your comm-link this instant!" the Doctor screamed at his end impotently.

"Who was that?" Rose demanded.

"The granddaughter of a former companion! Dammit," he began working furiously, "She's a witch, her husband's a wizard and her son's been targeted by a self-proclaimed Dark Lord!"

"You mean like Harry Potter yeah?"

"No, not like Harry Potter. He is Harry Potter." The Doctor looked at her with despair, "The books will be written by a squib, a muggle born to magic folk, biographer the year after he defeats Voldemort for the final time."

Rose frowned, "And we're gonna rescue him."

"Yes, I can't let him go to the Dursleys," the Doctor shuddered.

"Right, give me a mo," and she left to her room, returning seconds later geared up for a battle. She was even carrying the huge gun she had returned with, "If the snake-faced bastard's still there he'll get ta say hullo ta my little friend here," she told him grimly.

He pursed his lips; he really hated guns, but nodded as she was being practical in this case.

They landed a bit away from the cottage, seeing that it was in ruins already. The Doctor paled, "No."

They took off running towards it.

The door was ajar; weapons, the gun and the sonic screwdriver, out they crept in, finding the body of James Potter. They paid him no mind, following the sounds of a bawling baby up into the nursery. Inside there they found a smoldering pile of ash, the still warm body of Lily Potter, and the mostly uninjured, crying Harry in his crib.

The Doctor immediately went for the boy, scanning him with the sonic before picking him up. He looked to Rose, who had been checking Lily for any signs of life, only to see her shake her head sadly. She went to the linens closet to pull out a blanket, draping it over the body before doing the same for James. Then she rooted around in Voldemort's ashes, finding a wand and snapping it into itty-bitty pieces, "Let's see him try ta use that if he resurrects."

He nodded, stilling, "Black and Hagrid will be here soon, we have to leave…"

"But…" her protest died; Harry still lived and he was now their number one priority. Still, she pulled the Potters' wands, tucking them into her pocket. The Doctor was grabbing an already prepared diaper bag and wrapping Harry in a baby blanket.

He left at an easy sprint, the boy tucked carefully into his form; Rose made to follow but paused, looking about the room. Suddenly she knew what she needed, crossing over to the toy-chest and bugging it with some with a bit of technology to shrink it. She picked it up and placed it into her pocket. She also plucked some photographs from the walls and grabbed a plushie that had been in Harry's crib. Then she left the house at a run, making it to the TARDIS before the roar of a flying motorcycle had sounded.

The TARDIS dematerialized just as the motorcycle landed.