Author: C.W. Smith PM
It's one thing to be able to travel through the whole of Time and Space, but with no one to share it with it can be so very lonely.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Fantasy - TARDIS & Harry P. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,964 - Reviews: 31 - Favs: 91 - Follows: 159 - Updated: 05-19-11 - Published: 05-17-11 - id: 7000481
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A Harry Potter/Doctor Who Crossover
Chapter 1: The Lonely TARDIS
By: Legato Deathscythe
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter or Doctor Who.
She was alone. After so long with her Time Lord he had finally succumbed to that final affliction that his kind were almost immune from. Death had taken her Time Lord. And now she was alone, truly alone in the universe. No Time Lords, no other TARDIS', no one. For a time she thought about landing somewhere and just letting herself waste away, perhaps as a piece of lore that couldn't or wouldn't be understood. Perhaps she would go to the beginning of all things and let the creation of the universe be her funeral pyre.
For a time she just appeared and disappeared throughout the whole of time and space. No one noticed her, the strange blue box that had untranslatable writing for the majority of the worlds she visited. Not that anyone could see her anyways. She kept the perception filter up the entire time she traveled alone. It wasn't near as exciting as it had been with her Time Lord. The more she tried to travel, the lonelier she got. What was the point of seeing all these wonders if there was no one to share it with.
"Why not go back to Earth. He always liked that planet," the TARDIS thought to herself. Her Time Lord seemed to have a special place in his hearts for that planet. He seemed also to prefer one country over them all. So she set her sights on England. Maybe she would find something there, or at least she might find a peaceful place to finally rest. It was night time in England when she finally arrived. June 14th, 1985 to be precise. For now she would land here, in this unassuming neighborhood in Surrey. She just couldn't help the feeling in her soul that something wonderful would happen in this place.
It was warm tonight. Thankful for small favors the young child curled up on the back porch trying tog et comfortable. They had locked him out again. Waited to make him take out the garbage and then as he was coming back locked the door. He had managed to get into the back yard at least, he'd be safe from onlookers from the other houses. Even the police who rarely had to drive through Little Whining would probably give him problems if they found him laying on the front doorstep.
He looked up into the night sky, the moon hanging there with the stars as it waned closer to nothing in it's cycle. He looked up at the stars and dreamed of being out there, out of this hell he called life at least. He'd dreamed of seeing the oceans, the forests, the deserts, all the wonders of this world. And as he looked up into the sky he couldn't help but dream of seeing the stars themselves. It was only a hope of something better then what he had, but it was all young Harry had.
He was just about to doze off when he heard something. A sort of thrumming sound that grew louder and louder. As the sound grew, a strange and tall blue box faded into existence in front of him. The light on top of the box blinked brightly as it finally stopped with a sort of thud. Uncle Vernon had spent most of Harry's life beating the idea of normality into the boy's head. Where other children could dream freely and enjoy tales of magic and fantasy, Number Four Privat Dr. detested such things almost pathologically.
Harry looked at the mysterious box for what felt like forever. It was a moment of time that seemed to the young boy to be infinite. A moment when anything could happen, where the whole of time and space and creation itself paused to bare witness to what might happen. Harry stood up from his spot on the doorstep and slowly walked over to the door of the box. He placed his little hand on what appeared to be painted wood, but he could feel it was so much more. The very panel under his finger, which some would expect to be cold lifeless timber was so very warm and so very inviting to the young child. It was at that moment the door opened. It was a moment when the course of time and space shifted, as Harry Potter stepped inside the TARDIS.
Authors Notes: I know, pretty short. I was going to do a whole lot more with Harry taking his first glimpse of the inside of the TARDIS as it were. But as I thought of it I decided that this was so much better. It's short, it's quick, and it leaves you with such a feeling of wonder. What will happen? What could happen? The TARDIS aside from being just a ship is so very much more then that. She's a living breathing character. Not a setting just for other characters to be around but a character in and of herself.
Harry at this age is so very lonely and so very wanting of a glimmer of hope. Lets see what might become of this.