Tiny Traveler

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any related characters and/or concepts belong to JK Rowling and/or Bloomsbury and Scholastic Publishing companies and/or Warner Brothers Studios. Likewise I do not own Doctor Who, any related characters and/or concepts belong to the BBC. I am a mere Fanfiction writer with far too much time on her hands.

Spoilers: Post Stolen Earth, no Journey's End, and AU where Rose and the Meta stayed. Set after "Forming Family". Be warned, this story jumps from between the times of the newest three Doctors (9, 10, and 11). Also, be warned that I have been unable to see any Nine episodes and as such am going off of Fanfiction, , and Wikipedia for his 'voice'. So, I apologize for any out of character-ness.

Rating: T

Part One:

Two year old Harry Potter wasn't happy at all. Even though he was being smothered by love and affection he was ill and being ill wasn't fun. Even if his mind was far advanced compared to his human peers he was a toddler and ill toddlers were restless. Even though he was lying on the bare chest of his father, cuddling into the cool skin while being read to. A hand cupped his back and the volume dropped to a low timbre.

The Doctor spoke the fable with reverence; he remembered hearing it in nursery school. His children were carrying on the grand traditions of his people, improving on them. He had never thought he would be a father again but the Universe had finally taken pity on his existence. Brion, Jenny, and Harry, three Time Lord children; even if they came from unconventional sources.

However, Brion, being technically a clone born of a meta-crisis, had all his 'father's' memories, along with his 'mother's' and was thus self-sufficient. So he was working with Torchwood Three, based in the Twenty-first century on Earth, under the watchful eye of his mother, 'Uncle Jack', and his father's other former companions.

Jenny, another clone of a different sort, was beautiful and forceful and stubborn and intelligent and inquisitive and compassionate and understanding. They swore she had a bit of Rose in her, despite reasoning and the evidence to the contrary. She was at University, on the planet of New Earth, studying everything and anything she could and then some. She was also keeping an eye on the Master and his wife Lucy while they underwent treatment for their mental illnesses.

And Harry, little Harry Potter, was the newest. Rescued from the scene of his parents' murders, freed from a parasitical entity, and then Arched into being a Time Lord so he could survive; Harry still needed parents and he and his Lovely Rose were happy to provide. However, they weren't raising him as a proper Time Lord. No, proper Time Lords were all about science and logic and didn't form emotional attachments to their families. No, Harry was being raised the Human way; with lots of love and kisses and hugs and affection from both parents and his extended family. Even the TARDIS was affectionate with the boy, always humming and singing to him. So, in all eventualities, Harry was destined to not be a proper Time Lord. But that was perfectly fine.

If the Time Lords ever made a comeback they would be better for their Human style upbringing.

Speaking of his Lovely Rose, there she was. Right on time with Harry's cough medicine.

Padding softly, Rose entered the library to find her boys waiting. She gave a smile, and brought the tray of medicine closer. It always warmed her heart to see them together. She had known the Doctor had had children before but it still amazed her with what a great father he was.

Suddenly, Harry sneezed. It was a powerful sneeze but that wasn't the problem. In a flash of gold and blue and with the sound of a cracking whip he vanished.

His parents panicked. Now, think about that. They, who had seen and stopped the end of the universe, flat-out panicked. They raced to the controls and began scanning for the lost toddler…