Prologue

I'm writing this from the very beginning because it seems to me that most of the Doctor romance stories start from the new series. What are none of the old doctors good enough? Ok yes doctors 1 and 3 are old but should that offer a perfect opportunity for the character to understand the Doctor especially 3 since he's exiled on Earth. Anyway isn't it the personality/mind of the Doctor the character supposed to like not what he looks like (I admit that the new series Doctors are good looking). So those looking for a quick one look love you shouldn't read this because it's going to take a while. However those that have only seen the new series it can give you an idea of what the classic series was like.

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Harry didn't think that the feeling of crossing from one dimensions time-stream to another would be so... natural. It was as easy as walking through a door, well a veil like door but for something that was supposed to be like a death sentence to a wizard/witch it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He thought there would be some pain that would indicate when an average wizard/witch would die (Harry being the Master of Death however would not get this death) and then he would be stuck in the eternal nothingness. Although to be fair, Harry didn't know the veil was a time travelling dimension hopping machine.

So after being pushed through the veil in the Ministry of Magic because they through his immortality was due to him making some sort of deal with the devil with really old magic (sometimes Harry really did wonder if they even knew that it wasn't the middle ages anymore), Harry appeared in... what looked like an old documentary of London that he had to watch in primary school. The cars were worse than Mr Weasley's old Ford and the clothing was less chaotic than it was back home. Harry was relatively glad that the Hallows had fused with his body so he didn't have to get his cloak out to turn invisible, which was the first thing he did.

Perhaps being in a war meant that people were more practical, even at the age of 17 (almost 18!), so the first thing Harry did was find out where he was, even if he had a fairly good idea and that toy shop across the road looked rather fun. Walking past that rather fun looking toy shop he went to the news agents to look at the newspaper. London, July 1963. Well at least he had the moon landing to look forward to.

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Harry spent all of July looking for any sign of the magic community. There wasn't one. First he had tried to get into the Ministry of Magic via the telephone boxes. It didn't work (he did think of trying to floo in but then remembered that he had no floo powder on him, luckily he realised that before getting into the fire). Then he apparated to the site in Scotland where Hogwarts should have been. The only thing there was a museum on the castle that once stood there. He even tried looking for the other magic schools but they were also nonexistent. So he came to the logical conclusion that either the magic community was really, well hidden enough that only those brought into it by the magical community could find it or this was a magic free world, well magic free apart from Harry.

So because he didn't think a couple of NEWTS or OWLS would get him anywhere on a résumé apart from maybe a zoo or pet shop he decided to go back to school. However because of his age he had to cast an illusion on himself to make him appear younger, he only had the muggle education of an 11 year old but could probably get away with being 15 if he worked hard before September. Using the logical method to throwing darts at a list of schools ending up on Coal Hill School where, upon arriving, Harry would meet one Susan Foreman and start a new legend...