Immutable Forces

Summary:

What if right after the Doctor and Rose Tyler Returned from their confrontation with the Cybermen on the alternate Earth, they found themselves someplace other than Jackie's front room. What if the TARDIS had been scared and hurt? What if she decided to run to the one man in all of time and space that she knew could help her? And what if that man was not the Doctor?

Harry Potter and Doctor Who crossover. The TARDIS is in pain and runs to the one man that can help her and it's NOT the Doctor. DW10/RT, HP/GW. AU.

Chapter One

The raven-haired young man's vibrant green eyes snapped open and looked intently around the room. Something had woke him up from his nap, but the room seemed peaceful enough. Still, he could not shake the feeling that something, it almost felt like a storm, was coming towards them. Glancing down at the young redhead that was currently laying on his chest asleep, the young man wondered if it was just his imagination. They had fallen asleep on the couch in the family room, tightly curled up together and he could have sworn he heard thunder. It was only when the redhead on his chest looked up at him with her warm chocolate-colored eyes that he forgot about his concerns.

Sixty seconds and a universe away, chaos was the rule of the day. A strangely hyper older man was running around the interior of a very special ship trying to get himself and his traveling companion back home in one piece. One of his companions had just chosen to stay behind in an alternate reality version of Earth and he was not about to lose another one because his ship was being difficult. He looked up at the attractive young woman who was currently standing on the other side of the console trying to soothe the temperamental ship's feelings by whispering words of encouragement. As strange as her actions might have seemed anywhere else, it was not that strange a thing to be doing on this particular ship.

Forty-five seconds away on the other side of the universe, the green eyed young man was thoroughly enjoying a snog session with his girlfriend and future wife. Spending time with her was the only thing that made him happy these days and now that she was finished with school, there was nothing to stop them from being together all the time. He hoped that together they would be able to find their place in the world because so far he was at a loss. Up till a year ago, his life had been focused on one goal and now that he had accomplished that goal, honestly, things seemed to be falling apart.

"Everything seems to be falling apart!" shouted the frantic brown-eyed man who was thirty seconds away and working furiously to save his beloved ship.

His companion looked up at him and tried to repress a giggle at the man's dramatics. It was only when bits of coral started falling from the ceiling that she realized he was not exaggerating. Suddenly she could hear the ship's engines were struggling. Around her the lights flickered on and off, and a sudden and horrifying thought struck her.

"Am I going to die dressed as a maid?"

Fifteen seconds away and a young couple sat bolt upright. A sound filled the air, and it was not a sound that either of them was familiar with. It sounded almost like a car with a bad starter motor, but there was a strange echoing wail to it as well. The young man would have sworn whatever was making the sound was screaming in pain. It tore at his heart to hear that wail, like listening to a lost and lonely child. He knew that sound only too well because his own soul made a similar sound. As the young woman slid off his lap, the young man walked towards where the sound seemed loudest.

Five seconds away, a ship crashed through the last barrier between it and the destination it had chosen. Alive in her own right, the ship was in pain and not even her much loved occupants could help her right now. She needed healing that they could not give, and there was only one place to find it. In her desperation to find what she needed, she would break through any barrier and travel any distance. Even the pain her actions were now causing her was nothing compared to the greater pain she felt.

He felt the protection around the house crumble just as he ran out the kitchen door. The strange mechanical wailing was deafening and an ice-cold wind had come up out of nowhere. The wailing, or screaming really, seemed to drill right into the young man's head.

"She's in so much pain," he shouted to the young woman next to him. "We've got to help her."

"Who?"

"She's here," the young man shouted and pointed at the ghostly image of a large blue box that was quickly materializing before them.

The young woman at his side covered her face to shield it from the smoke and flames that poured off the blue box, charring the grass around it for a meter in every direction. When she heard the hiss of water turning to steam, she looked over and saw her fiancé pouring water on the strange box in an attempt to put the flames out. In moments he had the flames out and they stood watching steam pouring off the box. Looking at her boyfriend, she noticed that tears poured down his face.

"What is it?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"She's in so much pain," he whispered back at her. "I can feel it. I can hear her screaming in my head."

Inside the ship the man and his companion were trying to figure out what was going on. As soon as they landed the main light in the room had all gone out only to be replaced by flashing green lights and a strange warbling sound like a bell from underwater. The man stopped what he was doing, his face going pale, and then grabbed hold of his companion to drag her outside.

"What's going on?" asked his breathless companion.

Throwing open the double wooden doors the man looked back over his shoulder shouting, "it's an evacuation order. We have to get out now!"

Not that he or his companion got far. No sooner had they gotten outside than the doors slammed shut behind them and they came face to face with an infuriated young man. Standing next to the man was an attractive red-haired young girl with a puzzled expression on her face. Oddly, they were both pointing sticks at the former passengers of the ship.

"Step away from her!" snarled the furious young man.

"What?" asked the confused blonde woman. "He's not hurting me. He's my…"

"Not you!" snapped the man cutting her off. "Step away from HER!"

The young man gestured past the confused pair and to their ship causing the older man to look at the younger in complete confusion. "I think there's been some type of mistake. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm the…"

"You're charred meat if you don't move away from her," interrupted the younger man. "Now!"

Trying to calm the young man down, the older man slowly started to step away from his ship with his companion in tow. He also slowly slid his hand in to his jacket pocket and pulled out a silver cylinder with a blue gem at the end. The older man hoped he would not be forced to incapacitate the young man, but if he did then his Sonic Screwdriver could do the trick. Unfortunately, the younger boy saw what he was doing.

"Expelliarmus! Stupefy!" shouted the young man and before the older man could even blink he was disarmed and the world was suddenly going dark.

"Doctor!" screamed his companion, but it was too late as a moment later the red-haired young woman had done something that caused thick ropes to bind her arms tightly to her sides. "Why are you doing this?"

Looking up at the man that now stood over her, Rose Tyler suddenly knew who he was. The vivid green eyes behind round wire rim glasses. The messy hair as black as a raven's feathers sticking up all over the place. The lightning bolt shaped scar visible on his forehead. Everything about him was just as she had imagined when reading the seven books about him. What she had never imagined about him was the sense of power and presence that rolled off him in the same way that it sometimes rolled off the Doctor when he slipped in to his role as Time Lord.

"You're Harry Potter," stammered Rose.

"No," he said firmly. "I have another name right now. Right now you can call me Justice."

It was dark out when Rose opened her eyes again. The last thing she remembered was a flash of red light before blacking out. Now she found herself in a rather odd looking kitchen, and instantly recognized it as belonging to her favorite fictional family, the Weasleys. Rose turned to look for the doctor and saw him tied to a chair wearing only his Y-fronts. His clothes were spread out on the table in front of her with all the pockets turned inside-out and a large pile of assorted junk lying next to them.

"Doctor?" she hissed trying to wake him.

A soft woman's voice spoke from behind her, causing Rose to jump. "He won't wake up until Harry lets him, dear."

Turning around Rose found herself looking at the kind faced mother of the Weasleys, Molly Weasley. "Harry Stunned the Doctor, didn't he?"

"Yes he did, dear," acknowledged the sweet looking woman as she walked over to the Doctor's sleeping form and covered him in a warm looking quilt. "He is very angry with your friend. I don't think the poor thing will be waking up for some time. I'm Molly Weasley, and you are?"

Rose realized that she was not tied down, so held her hand out to greet one of her all time favorite fictional characters made real. "Rose Tyler, ma'am."

Molly shook Rose's hand and smiled warmly at her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, dear. I bet you're famished. Would you care for a cuppa and something to eat?"

"Yes, please, ma'am," Rose said with a nod over her head and a wide grin.

"None of that 'ma'am' business, dear," Molly said in a good natured tone. "Just call me Molly."

Rose spent the next hour talking with Molly as she ate. It was amazing how much the woman reminded her of her own mother, Jackie. With the exception of the casual use of magic from time to time, and the hair color, the two women could have been sisters. Still, there was a dark shadow always present in Molly's eyes that tore at Rose's heart. She had seen something like it before whenever she looked into the Doctor's eyes. Thankfully Molly's eyes were not as bad as the Doctor's, but Rose suspected that she knew the cause of the kind woman's sorrow.

"I'm sorry, Molly," whispered Rose. "About your son I mean."

Molly glance over at Rose for a moment, looking puzzled, then nodded and smiled. "Thank you, dear. Fred could drive a nun drink, but he was a good boy. I miss him, but I think he's watching us right now and laughing. I think he would have liked your friend over there, considering how they both like to fill their pockets with fluff and nonsense."

Rose could not help but giggle at the thought, and it made her even happier to see that for now the shadow was gone from Molly's eyes. "He's got this thing about never throwing anything away. Always saying how you never know when the odd bubblegum wrapper or paperclip might come in handy."

Now it was Molly's turn to laugh. "Just like my Fred and George, though Fred was always the worst of the two when it came to cleaning their pockets out. Of course it was usually George that handed something to Fred to hold onto for him."

Looking at the still unconscious Doctor, Rose realized she would have to do something about that. "Molly? Do you think I could speak with Harry?"

"Oh, he's been waiting for you since you woke up, dear," Molly said with a wink. "I told him he would have to wait though because you needed a hot meal and time to relax. Your friend isn't in any danger, though I daresay he could also use a bit of something to eat. You go talk to Harry, he's outside still, and while you do that I'll get something on the stove for your friend. Do you know what his favorite food is?"

"He'll love anything with bananas, Molly," Rose said standing up and heading for the door to the back of the house.

"Then banana bread and banana pancakes it is," said the jolly woman as she headed for her pantry to retrieve the needed ingredients.

As Rose stepped outside the Burrow she was surprised to see the TARDIS standing there with her doors opened wide. Rose could have sworn the doors had closed after she and the Doctor had stepped outside, and no one should have been able to open those doors without a key. She reached up to the key she wore around her neck and discovered it was still there, which could only mean that someone had found the Doctor's key. That thought alone worried Rose. If Harry was inside the TARDIS, there was no telling what sorts of trouble he could get into and that was bad since Rose had the impression that only Harry could wake the Doctor back up.

Panic filled her mind as Rose sprinted through the TARDIS doors. She had to find Harry before he got lost or worse. She ran right past the console before she stopped and spun around to stare in amazement at what she saw. The control room that had always looked so old and worn out now looked newer and healthier. Gone were the traces of green light that always tinged everything with a sickly pale look. Instead the room was filled with warm golden light that had a trace of scarlet. Even the control crystal that rose up from the center had changed from emerald green in color to a shimmering golden crystal with crimson light shooting through it. Looking closer she could see that was only the beginning of the changes. All of the Doctor's improvised controls were gone, replaced by glowing crystal shards and delicate coral shapes.

"Oh the Doctor isn't going to be happy someone's been touching the TARDIS," Rose said to herself, or at least what she thought was to herself.

"I don't really care if he's happy about it or not," said a cold voice from directly behind Rose. "She was in pain, so I am healing her. If your fucking boyfriend doesn't like it, he can just go bugger himself."

Spinning around, Rose found herself staring up at the face of Harry James Potter and rethinking her mental picture of him. "Oh my…he's taller than the Doctor! No skinny little lost boy here. Look at those shoulders."

"You're drooling," said a light and musical voice. "No worries as I'm used to it. Can't take him anywhere without someone drooling over him. Just remember…he's mine."

Looking past Harry, Rose saw the same attractive redhead that she remembered seeing right after she and the Doctor had arrived. The strikingly attractive young woman could only be Ginny Weasley. Rose felt a little bit jealous of Ginny. It was silly, but Rose had always envied Ginny's relationship with Harry because it reminded her in some ways of her own relationship with the Doctor. What made it even worse was Ginny had an amazingly similar taste in clothing to Roses' own. The redhead had on a pair of jeans with a cute little scoop neck top in the most lovely shade of forest green. Not too tight or revealing but just right.

"Rose Tyler," Rose said, admiring Ginny's top. "We've got to go shopping together sometime soon."

"Ginny Weasley," replied the smiling young woman, "and you've got a deal!"

"Oh God," groaned Harry. "Just what I need, another shopping companion for Gin."

Ginny playfully slapped Harry's arm then turned back to Rose. "Don't mind this big prat. He's just being cranky today."

"Yeah, about that," Rose said looking back up at Harry. "Don't suppose I could talk you into waking the Doctor back up? He's really not a bad person. Actually he's the best man I've ever met and I know you would realize that if you just talked to him."

Harry's face once again took on the cold dark expression that Rose had seen when she first met him. "No. He stays just like he is until she is well enough to stop crying."

Harry stepped past Rose and laid a hand on the TARDIS' console in a gesture almost exactly like the Doctor had used so often. "I've been repairing what I can. She's stopped screaming but she's still crying. I can't get anything out of her right now."

"I don't understand," Rose said as she watched Harry. "Only the Doctor has ever been able to hear the TARDIS before. Are you telling me you can hear her as well?"

"How can I not hear her screaming and crying?" whispered Harry, still rubbing and patting the console. "She's in so much pain. I could hear her coming from halfway across the universe. I can't imagine that your "Doctor" couldn't hear it as well. What I don't understand is why he didn't do something about it?"

Rose was shocked by Harry's words. "We were trapped in an alternate universe. We had just left there when we found ourselves here. That's when the TARDIS gave the evacuation order and we stepped outside. I don't think there was anything the Doctor could have done for the TARDIS until we landed."

"She's been in pain longer than that," growled Harry. "She's been in such terrible pain for years. Something is wrong with her… Something is missing, but I can't figure out what it is."

Rose watched as Ginny stepped over to Harry's side and laid a hand on his arm. "It's ok, Harry. Maybe Rose is right. Maybe you should wake her friend up and ask him what he knows about all this. Maybe he just couldn't hear her pain?"

Looking down at his girlfriend, Harry smiled sadly before looking back up at Rose. "Alright, I'll wake him up on one condition."

Rose let out a breath she had not even realized she was holding before she answered. "Anything you want."

"Fine," Harry said, and Rose felt a shiver go down her back at his tone. "I'll wake him up, but he doesn't so much as look in her direction until I'm convinced he's not the one that hurt her."

Rose felt like someone had just poured ice in her blood. The Doctor would never accept that condition. The TARDIS was all he had left of his world and his people. Harry had no idea what it was like to step into the path of an angered Time Lord and Rose was afraid he was going to get hurt. Still, if it was the only way to get Harry to wake the Doctor up, what real choice did she have? She knew this was going to end badly.

"Alright," agreed Rose. "You wake him up and I'll make sure he stays away. Deal?"

"Deal," agree Harry, and without a further word he strode towards the open doors.

Rose and Ginny followed him out of the TARDIS and Rose was about to turn and close the doors when they slammed shut behind her. Turning around she tried to open the doors, but they refused to budge. Reaching for her key Rose realized that the keyhole was gone from the door, virtually making it impossible for her to reenter.

"If you need back inside for something, I'll ask her to open up for you," Harry said calmly from where he stood. "Otherwise no one will be going in."

"Well, I did sort of want to get out of this silly outfit," Rose whined as she gestured to the dress she was wearing.

"Oh!" squealed Ginny. "Come with me! I've got some really cute outfits that I just know you'll love."

Rose looked at the petite Ginny, then at her own curvier figure. Sure, she had a good figure and she knew it, but Ginny had her beat in the chest and legs department. There was no way that Rose would be able to fit into the redhead's clothes. Ginny, however, was not taking no for an answer and dragged Rose up to her room. Soon Rose found herself enjoying the first really hot shower she could remember in days. It felt good to wash the grime of that other world off her skin. She only wished she could wash away the memories of what had happened there as easily.

"Rose!" Ginny shouted through the door. "I've put a nice fluffy robe and some personals here by the door. Don't worry, Mum won't let anyone up here till you are out so no worries there."

"Thanks, Ginny," Rose called back to her new friend before she went back to washing her hair. "Now if you could just do something about my hair, that would be divine."

"Like what?" Ginny called through the door. "I can make it longer or shorter if you want. I can even change the color for you, but don't ask me to do anything about curls or body. I'm horrible with curls and body. Mum's a bit better at it than I am, so she might be able to help you."

Rose finished rinsing the soap out of her hair, then shut the water off and grabbed the towel that Ginny had provided earlier. Rose quickly dried off then wrapped the towel around herself before opening the bathroom door and pulling Ginny and her bathroom supplies inside. She donned the robe and turned around so she could pull the towel she was wearing off and wrap her hair up in it. Then she turned back to the giggling redhead and the other things she had brought with her.

"Oh God," Rose nearly moaned when she saw the body lotion. "You have no idea how long it's been since I got my hands on any decent body lotion. Traveling with the doctor is wonderful and all, but he NEVER thinks to pick up the little things, like lotion or a bloody disposable razor. My poor legs haven't been shaved since… God… I don't think I've shaved them since the last time we visited Mum and that has to have been a few months."

"Oh that's easily fixed," Ginny said with a wink, then handed Rose a jar of the palest pink cream that she had ever seen. "Just rub this on your legs, and wherever else you need. It will get rid of the hair for about a month. The best part is that it's also a moisturizer, so it doesn't dry your skin out. When we go shopping we can get you some more."

Rose was thrilled. Not only was she able to act like a girl again, and not just the Doctor's companion, but she also had another girl to talk to for the first time in ages. As she pampered herself with lotions and perfumes, Ginny worked on her hair. Rose thought magic was a fine thing if it could grow her hair back the way it had been before she got it cut last Christmas. Soon it was flowing down her back in long golden waves with darker amber highlights here and there to make it really stand out.

"Ginny," whispered Rose, feeling a bit stunned by her appearance in the mirror. "It's so beautiful."

"Hey, I just added some length and a few highlights," Ginny replied modestly. "That color is all yours, so I can't take credit for that."

Soon they were in Ginny's bedroom going through one outfit after another. Ginny really did have some amazing clothes. Rose was surprised to learn that Ginny made many of her own clothes, with the exception of her old school uniforms and a few things that her mum and Harry had bought her. Ginny was then surprised to hear all about how Rose had done much the same until she was old enough to get a job and earn the money to buy her own clothes.

"It's tough growing up on a Council Estate when your mum is single and the money is tight," said Rose as she slipped into her freshly cleaned knickers while Ginny dug around in her closet for shoes. "Don't get me wrong. Mum always made sure we had food on our plates and heat in the winter, but that doesn't mean much when the kids at school are calling you names."

Ginny tossed a pair of black trainers to Rose as she started to look for a top for her to wear. "Yeah, I know what you mean. My roommates at school were always going on about clothes and designer names. Thing was, given a bit of time I could copy anything they had, and usually make it look better. They never cared, and even my so called friends gave me a hard time about it. I told Harry about it and he offered to buy me a new wardrobe, but I told him no. If they couldn't accept me for who I am, I wasn't about to try and make them like me."

"Got that right," agreed Rose as she slipped in to the black skirt that Ginny had found for her. "This skirt is just so cute, Ginny. Thanks for letting me borrow it."

"It's no big deal," Ginny said tossing a blue top over her shoulder to Rose. "Sorry I couldn't fix your bra. I've never been very good with repairing lace."

"Not your fault, Ginny," Rose assured her as she slipped the top on. "I just assumed when the Doctor said we were going to a party that he meant as guests, not as the help, so I wore my best. I'll pop down to the TARDIS later and get a new one. You can turn around now."

Ginny turned around and smiled at Rose's appearance. The dark blue top with the black skirt looked very good on Rose. In fact, she had to admit to herself that Rose looked better in it than it had when Ginny wore it, though she was not going to admit that to Rose. Instead she helped Rose do her makeup and hair. Much like Ginny, Rose preferred the "less is more" approach to makeup, so they were done fairly quickly.

"Come on," said Ginny, dragging Rose from the room. "We've kept Harry waiting long enough. Any longer and he'll probably turn your boyfriend into a radish."

Rose felt her face turn blood red as she followed. "He's not my boyfriend."

"Yeah, right," laughed Ginny. "He's not your boyfriend, and Harry doesn't have the sexiest green eyes in existence."

"Harry does have some damn sexy green eyes," thought Rose as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "Almost as sexy as the Doctor's brown eyes."

Stepping around the corner and in to the kitchen Rose saw that the Doctor was now dressed again, though he was still unconscious. Harry was busy scooping the previous contents of the Doctor's pockets into a very large trunk, then closing and locking the trunk. He did not seem to even notice that the girls had entered the room, or even that Ginny was now silently creeping up behind him with every intention of grabbing his arse.

"Don't even think about it, Gin," Harry said without ever looking at her. "Later, but not now."

"Oh, you're no fun," Ginny replied with a pout.

Harry stood up straight and turned around to look at her with a mischievous grin. "I'll show you how fun I can be later. Right now I have some business to take care of."

Harry turned to Rose and the grin vanished from his face. "I'm going to wake your boyfriend up now. Remember, you are responsible for keeping him away from her until I'm positive he will not do anymore harm. If he so much as looks at her wrong, I'll put him to sleep for a year. Understood?"

"I understand, Harry," answered Rose knowing full well from the look in his eyes that he was serious.

Harry nodded and drew his wand with a motion so fast that Rose could not even see it. Suddenly he was pointing it at the Doctor and whispering a spell. A moment later and the Doctor's eyes began to flutter, then snap open as the Time Lord sat up straight in his chair. Rose knew that look in the Doctor's eyes. He was taking in everything around him and preparing to take action to protect her and possibly to stop whatever was going on. She almost hoped he could do it, but the very fact that Harry had subdued and kept the Doctor unconscious for several hours without even blinking had Rose wondering if maybe this time the Doctor was in over his head.

"Hello there," said the Doctor in his most charming tone of voice. "I'm the Doctor. Who are you?"

"Someone you don't want to lie to," answered Harry coldly. "You will answer my questions honestly and follow my instructions, or you will be put back to sleep until such time as I feel the need to wake you up. I doubt that would be any time soon."

Harry still had his wand point directly at the Doctor's chest and Rose could see that the Time Lord thought it was nothing more than a piece of wood. From the expression on Ginny's face it was obvious that Ginny could also tell what the Doctor was thinking and felt sorry for his lack of understanding. Harry, on the other hand, was now smiling. It was a cold and menacing smile that sent chills down Rose's spine.

"You really need to do what he says, Doctor," pleaded Rose.

"Oh, well, I'm sure there has to be some common ground here," replied the Doctor. "I mean, really, just a bit of give and take. Like for example I gave you my name, now you can give me yours? Then maybe you could let me and my friend go on our way?"

"Oh you can leave any time you want," Harry answered calmly. "But you'll be leaving on foot."

"Now see here," retorted the Doctor, standing up now. "You have no right to interfere with me and my…"

The Doctor's face suddenly went chalk white. His eyes began darting around the room in what was obviously panic. Ignoring Harry, the Doctor ran towards the back door only to find it locked. Rose watched as he reached for his Sonic Screwdriver only to find his pockets empty. His panic instantly turned to rage and the Doctor spun around to face Harry with a look on his face that could have made a Dalek tremble in fear.

"I'm only going to say this once," hissed the Doctor. "I'm trying to be very, very calm right now, but if you don't tell me what you have done to my TARDIS I am going to…"

"Do absolutely nothing!" roared Harry, taking the Doctor completely by surprise. "What you will do, and right now, is sit your boney arse down in that chair and tell me why I shouldn't turn you into a rock and use you to decorate Molly's garden!"

"Now see here!" he roared right back, and that proved to be a mistake.

With a flick of his wand, Harry lifted the Doctor off his feet and slammed him back down in his chair. Another flick of the wand caused thick black ropes to bind the Doctor in place. Then before the Doctor could so much as blink, Harry reached over to the sink and pulled a dish rag off the counter, stuffing it in the Doctor's mouth. The whole thing had taken less than two seconds and the Doctor's saucer sized eyes showed that he was completely shocked to have been dealt with so effortlessly.

"I tried, Rose," hissed Harry. "The prat seems to think I'm impressed by his antics. Obviously he doesn't have a fucking clue who he's dealing with, or what I've dealt with for most of my life."

"Please, Harry," begged Rose. "Just let me talk to him for a bit. I'm sure I can make him understand that you aren't trying to hurt anyone. You're just trying to help the TARDIS."

As Rose said that, the Doctor's eyes went even wider than they already were. Harry nodded and stepped back from where the Doctor was tied to the chair and leaned against the sink. Ginny quickly moved to his side, pulling his arm around her shoulders. Rose felt a pang of jealousy when she saw that. Not because she wanted Harry to put his arm around her, but because the Doctor did not do that to her often enough. That in mind, she turned back to the Doctor and began to speak.

"Doctor," she said softly. "I'm going to take that rag out of your mouth, but you have to let me explain before you say anything. Alright?"

The Doctor glanced over to Harry and Ginny for an instant, then back to Rose with a nod. Rose pulled the rag out of his mouth, fully expecting him to begin talking immediately but instead he closed his mouth. Rose took that as a very good sign. She pulled one of the kitchen chairs around so that she could sit down face to face with the Time Lord.

"I had to make a deal to get Harry to wake you back up," she began calmly. "That's his name, Doctor. Harry Potter. She's Ginny Weasley. It's just like the books, Doctor."

Rose heard Harry mutter something that sounded remarkably like, "those bloody fucking books. Has everyone read those blasted things?"

"Hush now, Harry," Ginny whispered.

Rose tried to ignore this newest piece of information as she continued. "Harry can hear the TARDIS just like you, and he heard her screaming and crying as we arrived. He thinks you hurt her, or at least that you allowed her to be hurt. That's why he's so angry with you right now. It's because he's worried about the TARDIS, just like you."

"You can hear the TARDIS?" the Doctor asked looking over at Harry.

"Yes," replied Harry. "She was screaming and crying even before you arrived. If you can hear her, why didn't you do something about it?"

"I didn't know," sighed the Doctor. "She was keeping it from me. I knew something was wrong because she got so quiet, but I thought it was just the fact that we traveling through the Void. I never suspected she was injured. Believe me, that is the very last thing I would ever want. She's all I have of my world and my people. We're all that's left."

Harry was looking deeply into the Doctor's eyes as he spoke, but his expression did not change as he spoke again. "I might actually believe you if it weren't for the fact that this has been going on for a long time now."

The Doctor looked stunned as he asked, "how long, Harry?"

"A few years at least," answered Harry. "She was injured and she's been trying to heal herself ever since, but something is missing. I can't tell exactly what it is, and she's not telling me at the moment. I started repairs as quickly as I could which got her to quit screaming, but she's been crying ever since. She's still in so much pain and I can't even get her to tell me where it hurts."

"Is that why I can't hear her anymore?" asked the Doctor, causing Rose to gasp. "She's crying and doesn't want me to know?"

"Maybe," conceded Harry. "If you two really are the last of your kind, she might want to try and protect you from her pain."

"Show him, Harry," pleaded Rose. "Please, show him what you are trying to do for her?"

Harry looked torn between not trusting the Doctor, and wanting to believe that the man had only good intentions. After a what seemed like an eternity, but was really only two or three seconds, Harry waved his wand at the Doctor releasing the ropes that held him in place. Without a word he then walked out the back door, Ginny firmly holding onto his free hand. The Doctor and Rose jumped up and followed closely behind.

"You won't be able to get inside without a key if the doors are closed," called the Doctor, but then stopped dead in his tracks as the TARDIS doors swung open on their own as Harry approached. "That's not possible. It doesn't work like that."

"It does for Harry," Rose said simply, pointing at the door so the Doctor could see there was no longer a keyhole. "I was in here earlier and when we left the keyhole was gone and I couldn't get the doors open again."

They stepped inside the TARDIS with the doors closing silently behind them. Rose started to step forward but stopped when the Doctor froze in his tracks. She expected him to start screaming about the changes that had been made to the control room, but he just seemed to take it all in. The Doctor finally stepped up to the control console and laid a gentle hand on the control surface, a tear rolling down his face as he did.

"Thank you," said the Doctor as he looked up at Harry. "You did what I couldn't. I can never thank you enough."

"I didn't do it for you, Doctor," Harry said softly, the anger gone from his voice. "I did it, and I'm going to keep doing it, for her."

"I still can't hear her."

Harry nodded sadly and laid a hand against one of the coral pillars that lined the room. "You really wouldn't want to right now, Doctor. She's still crying. She's like a scared little girl that wants someone to protect her and make the monsters go away. Maybe that's why she came to me, because she knows that's what I do. I make the monsters go away."

"So does the Doctor," Rose added. "All the more reason you two should work together to help her."

"Rose is right, Harry," agreed Ginny. "Between the two of you, I have a feeling you could do anything."

"What do you say, Harry?" asked the Doctor, holding his hand out to the green eyed young man. "Shall we give it a shot and try to help her get better?"

Harry looked at the Doctor's hand for a moment, then took it in his and shook it firmly. "Together then, Doctor. Just remember that if you hurt her in any way, I will kill you."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, Harry."

Author's Notes:

This is a one shot that could possible turn in to an entire story depending on how well it is received by my readers. I have always loved the worlds of Harry Potter and Doctor Who. In fact, I started thinking about writing this story quite some time ago when I realized that there really weren't that many good quality crossover stories involving both characters. (Not that there aren't some as you can tell from my Favorite Stories tab on my profile.)

With that thought in mind I got to thinking about the similarities between the two stories. The Doctor is always seen as "the Lonely God" with powers far beyond that of ordinary men, but what would happen if he met someone that was not an ordinary human? What if the Doctor in fact met the most powerful wizard of all time (at least in this story), Harry Potter? And right there I felt the sparks and this story was suddenly born.

So, I left lots of little holes in the story in case I choose to continue on with it, but should people not really enjoy it then I can always just let it stand as a one-shot.

In other words… It's all up to you now. Let's see if we can't get at least a few positive reviews, shall we?

Chris

PS. Corrected and re-posted on 2/15/09.