So I know how terrible my writing was back when I wrote this fic so I've gone back and cleaned it up a little although there was only so much i could do for it. A big thank you if you're reading this now (especially if you read it the first time) enjoy.

Chapter 1: Harry

I was just settling into bed for the night after working for Dursleys all day. I ached all over and was just shutting my eyes when I heard a strange engine sound. Dragging myself out of bed, I looked out of my window on to the annoyingly perfect lawn of number four privet drive, only now it wasn't so perfect; a big blue box was standing in the middle of the lawn!

My mind immediately jumped to Voldemort. I thought it might be a trap and dozens of death eaters would jump out and try to kill me. Then I remembered that Voldemort was dead, I killed him... or he killed him, it's all confusing but the bottom line is that Tom Riddle is dead, so it can't be a trap.

I grabbed my jacket and stuffed my arms through the sleeves, grabbed my holly and phoenix feather wand. I cringed as my bedroom door creaked, not wanting to wake the Dursleys. I crept downstairs, jumping over the creaky floorboards.

The front door was locked and the Dursleys had never trusted me with a key so I whispered "Alohomora." The front door opened and I was stood facing the blue box. I could see now that it was a police box, something that could have been found anywhere in 1960 muggle England. I walked around it trying to figure out how this had come to be on the Dursley's front lawn.

Warily, I approached the box, my hand on my wand at all times. I went to push open the door when it suddenly swung open it's self. A man was there in the box, looking down on me in a confused way.

"Who are you," I asked.

"The Doctor," he replied, "And you?"

"Harry," I didn't want to tell him my last name, he might have never heard of me, but why risk it and he hasn't exactly told me much, "Doctor who?"

"Just the doctor... now if you don't mind telling me Harry, what year are we in?"

"1997. Are you okay, Doctor?"

"I'm perfectly fine Harry!" He insisted.

The doctor smiled down at me and looked quite convincingly happy but I could see in his eyes the pain and suffering that he had gone through. I might not have been able to spot it, but it's something that I can relate to quite well. I thought of my parents, Sirius, Dumbledore, Dobby, Remus, Tonks, Fred, Mad-eye, Hedwig and all those other people who died for me.

Okay I know they didn't die for me, not exactly but they still died. I felt tears boiling to the surface in my eyes and felt them start to run down my cheeks before I could even try to stop them. I reached up to quickly wipe them away.

I've got over this, it's been years since my parent and Sirius died... I looked up to the doctor and he was smiling at me in a sympathetic and understanding way. His eyes also seemed to be - as Rita Skeeter once put it - glistening with the ghosts of his past.

"Are you okay, Harry?" He asked.

"I'm fine."

"I understand, Harry. Trust me, I'm the king of fine."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped.

"You look like you've been through some awful things, Harry. I know what that's like."

I wanted to retort 'You don't know what it's like, nobody does! How can anyone know what it's like to grow up with people who hate you, starve you, lock you in a cupboard and torture you day after day? And then when a shred of hope comes into your life-when I got my acceptance letter to Hogwarts- you find out that your parents were brutally murdered, not killed in a car crash, then you find out that the evil wizard that killed your parents is alive and wants to kill you, and kills everyone around you to do that?! Nobody can know what that's like.'

But, In all fairness, it did look like the Doctor knew what it's like to suffer. Maybe even more than me. I was about to ask the Doctor what his story was but then I once again became aware of my surroundings. The Doctor was leaning on the police box, dressed in slim blue suit with a brown trench coat over the top. His dark brown hair stuck up in random places and his eyes that were to old yet too young for his face were boring into mine as if he was daring me to ask questions.

"What is that box?"

"Ah this!" he answered, rubbing the side of it "this is my TARDIS"

"Your...TARDIS? What?"

"TARDIS. T-A-R-D-I-S. Time and relevant dimension in space."

"Right then, Okay. What's that then?" by now I felt really stupid but, what?

The Doctor smiled at me and clicked his fingers. The doors swung open and he gestured me to go inside. Once inside I felt my heart stop for a second.

"It's bigger on the inside?" I asked, though I didn't mean it as a question. It was a control room with lights flashing and whirring like the strange devices that used to live in Dumbledore's office.

"Yup" the Doctor replied

"What are you?" I asked him before I could stop my self, realising as soon as I had said it that it was a little rude and if he was just a normal muggle who happened to have found a box that was bigger on the inside that it would cause suspicion.

"I'm a time-lord"

This took me off guard. I was expecting for him to ask me what I meant and preparing to apologise, so all i could say in response was, "What?"

"I'm a time-lord; the last of the time-lords."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. What happened?"

"There was a war. A time war; and we lost."

I understood his pain but even after the great battle of Hogwarts I could only begin to imagine what it would be like to lose everyone you loved. Lose all your family and friends, leaving only you in the whole wide universe. At least I still have Ron and Hermione. I still have the Weasley's whom I've began to look on as a family. I still have Ginny.

"I'm sorry" I told him, I didn't know what else to say.

"Don't be. It was a long time ago. I still have my TARDIS; there are whole other worlds to be explored. I can see everything that ever has happened is happening or will happen and that's what keeps me going."

"It's a time machine then?"

"yes"

My mind jumped to time turners but they could only take you back an hour per turn going back for even more than 24 hours could seriously mess you up. But this /Doctor/ is a time-lord so that would sort of explain things a little.

"What are /you/ then?" the doctor asked.

"I'm sorry?"

"You don't strike me as a normal human, since you pointed a stick at me when we first met, and you still have that stick in your hand now as if it will save you if something happens. So you're either mentally unstable, /I'm/ mentally unstable, or you aren't a normal human."

Ah my wand! Crap, I thought he didn't think anything of it since he didn't ask about it when I was pointing it in his face. I think I should tell him. He told me about him...

"I'm a wizard," I told him "This is my wand"

"Amazing! 900 years of space and time and I've never met a wizard, dreamed of it, but never actually met one."

"Well today must be your lucky day," I said, feeling awkward.

"What's your story then?" he asked me. I hesitated. "Come on I told you mine."

That's certainly true. It's only fair to return the favour.

"I'm Harry Potter. I was born to James and Lilly potter. They were killed when I was one year old by an evil wizard named tom Marvolo riddle more commonly known as lord Voldemort. My mother placed a love charm on me that made me defeat tom when he tried to kill me that night when I was 1.

I grew up here at privet drive with my neglective aunt and uncle. When I was 11 I got my acceptance letter to Hogwarts where I met my best friends Ron and Hermione and Ron's family, the Weasley's. That's where I met Ginny Weasley."

I stopped to clear my throat and carried on seeing as the Doctor looked highly intrigued in what I was saying, "Each year at Hogwarts I encountered Tom in one way or another, and each year I stopped him, with the help of my professors and friends.

I spent what would have been my last year at Hogwarts hunting horcruxes, pieces of tom's soul; the year ended with the battle of Hogwarts where many people died. But it's over now and after I've settled things with my aunt and uncle here, which I'm doubtful will happen but I have to try, I'll move back to the burrow, that's the Weasley's house and everything will be fine."

"I'm sorry for all your loss."
"I've lost less than you"

"But at such a young age"

"Yes. Well."

"Harry, would you like to travel with me for a while. I know you have family matters to tend to but this is a time machine. I can get you back for this exact moment. I would be honoured if you would come, it helps to keep your mind off things."

"I'd love to."
"Great! You can go pack a bag and then we'll be off."

"Wait... Do you mind if we... um... Can I bring Ginny?"

The Doctor smiled at me in understanding. "Yes, of course! The more the merrier!"

"Thank you, Doctor"

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Is this Ginny a Wizard too?"

"A witch, yes."

"Of course. You love her don't you?"

I nodded. "She is my reason to be alive."

I then lest the TARDIS to collect my things. I shook my head trying to get my head around it all. Something about the Doctor and the TARDIS rang a bell. Something Dudley used to watch on the TV sometimes... I just can't put my finger on it.