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None of these character belong to me. The story is product of my imagination and doesn't reflect any actual events.

It's my first attempt at writing my own fanfic, and updates will be weekly, if this gets any readers.

Constructive criticism allowed and welcomed.

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Chapter One - Time Travel:

One of Harry's favorite birthday was when he turned 9. The Dursley's had left for a holiday to aunt Marge's house, and had left Harry in the care of Mrs. Figg. Sure, her house smelled like mold and wet cat hair, but it was the liberty that Harry enjoyed the most. As soon as Mrs. Figg fell asleep, he would be free to wander around the block of houses and enjoy the day in the park without having to worry about his cousin, Dudley, and his gang of bully friends. On the night of his birthday, before going to sleep, he wished for an adventure, something that would make his new year memorable and worthwhile. The tiredness of the days' activities washed over him and he fell into a deep slumber.

Late in the night, a loud noise woke him up. It was like an alarm, but not like the ones from police cars or firefighters trucks, this one was different and strange. He looked out the window and saw that there was something lighting up the park. He grabbed his glasses and his coat and decided to see for himself. Slowly he opened the door, making sure Mrs. Figg was not awake, and saw that she had taken off her hearing aid and that she was snoring in her bed. The curious eyes, of one of her cats looked at Harry, and made an attempt to follow him out of the room, but Harry quickly shut the door behind him, and kept his way to the front door. He crept down the stairs, trying not to step on the tail of any of the felines that were napping on the steps, and opened the door outside slowly. He could no longer hear the noise, but he could see that there was still more light than normal in the park. He walked down Privet Drive, one, two, three, four houses and then a turn to the left.

That's where he saw it. Definitely something that had not been there before. From afar it looked like a phone booth, but as Harry came closer, he could see that the words Police Box were written on it. Just as he was about to open it, he noticed that there were voices coming from it, so he jumped behind the nearest bushes to hide.

Out of the Box came out a swanky looking man, wearing some sort of sunglasses that looked really thin, and a trench coat, in his hand some sort of lighted stick. Right after him a blonde lady came out holding what seem to be some sort of electricity cord.

- "Doctor, what happened, what are we doing here?", Harry could hear the blonde lady asking the man. He didn't look like any of the doctor's that the Dursley's had taken him to, for starters he was young and looked a little unprofessional.

- "I don't know Rose, the Tardis had this date locked in, and the coordinates brought us to this specific place. She refused to budge. I think something will happen here. What date does the screen say it is?", answered the Doctor, who was not looking around and pointing his flashing pen at stuff.

- "It said July 30, 1989. But we are still in London! You said we were going to the Caribbean to witness the discovery of America with Christopher Columbus!. What am I even doing with this cord, Doctor?", Harry heard Rose say, while she dragged the cord back inside, followed by the Doctor.

If they had looked crazy before, Harry knew they were definitely not in their right minds if they thought they were times travelling. That could only happen in the comic books that Dudley read. Harry had often dreamt about travelling back in time and meeting his parents so he could have memories with them, or warn them about the car accident that would kill them, but again, those were his wishes and dreams.

These two were probably some patients that got out from the loon bin, and were on the run. Just as Harry decided to go back to Mrs. Figg's house, they came back out, and he had to duck again. This time, he did it so fast, he scratched his hand and a small yelp came out him. He looked back at the couple to see if they had heard him, and he noticed that Rose was looking attentively at where he was standing. Harry was sure they couldn't see him, but now he did not dare move.

- "Doctor! I think there is someone or something behind those bushes.", she said while pointing directly at Harry. He tensed more and tried to hide better as soon as he realized the Doctor was now heading towards him with a fast pace.

Before Harry could even hold his breath, the Doctor had already seen him, and was grabbing him by his coat.

- "Oy! What do we have here, tis but a young lad. Now tell me boy, why are you hiding there? Are you spying on us? What's you name? How old are you? Why aren't you home? Does your family know you are here?", the Doctor started asking non-stop, while pulling Harry out of the bushes.

- "Doctor, he is just a kid, and look at him! He is scared!", Rose said while slapping the Doctor's hand making him let go of Harry. "Hey kid, we are not going to hurt you or anything, we are just making a pit stop while we fix our ride, okay? You should go back to your family.", Rose said with a smile.

Harry looked at them warily, they looked like crazy people, no matter how you thought about it, but there was something about them that made Harry want to find out more about them.

- "My name is Harry Potter, I'm nine years old today and I can't go home, because my family died when I was a baby", Harry said, finally catching his breath back. Just like that the faces of both the Doctor and Rose showed sadness. It made no difference to Harry that they knew about his parent's death. His aunt had mentioned it numerous times to her society friends. Every time the Dursleys wanted to show off how compassionate they were, they always mentioned how they took in Harry when he was left an orphan. Aunt Petunia, would always say how she knew her sister would end like that since she refused to stop associating herself with freaks. Of course, Harry was never to show his face when there were visitors in the house. He would stay silently locked in his room, the cupboard under the stairs, and only be left out when it was time to clean after the visitors.

So the looks of pity that the couple was now directing towards him, was something that he had grown accustomed to and no longer affected him.

- "What is that thing in your hand?", Harry pointed at the Doctor's hand while trying to divert their attention from what he had said.

- "This?", said the Doctor, changing his expression immediately, "This is a sonic screwdriver, its kind of like a universal remote control. Do you want to hold it?", He told Harry while he handed it over to him. Harry moved his hand towards it, looking directly at the blue light it was shining. Something about it was tugging deep in his mind, but he couldn't recall the memory. He placed his hand back in the pocket of his coat, and shook his head

- "Thanks but its okay, I might break it, and it looks important. What is that blue box you guys were in?", Harry asked again, focusing on the large booth located behind them, "Why does it say Police Box? You don't look like any policemen I've seen.".

- "That box? Well, young Harry, this is the Tardis or Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. Its also a -"

- "Its a time travelling machine!", Rose interrupted clapping her hands together.