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Harry Potter hadn’t finished weeding his Aunt’s garden. So she made him sleep outside. This led to Harry Potter sitting in the garden laying on the grass looking up at the stars. He had finished hours ago and had nothing better to do than look at those stars. He didn’t feel like falling asleep for he knew Dudley would take the chance to beat him up in the morning. So Harry stared at the stars.
Sometimes Harry would imagine himself in another world far away from the Dursleys. In a place where he was loved by someone the way all the other kids in his class were loved by their parents. Sometimes he imagined that his parents weren’t actually dead beat drunks who got themselves killed. That he’d been kidnapped and dropped at the Dursleys and they were looking for him. That they loved him like parents should and missed him. Sometimes he imagined that he was older and he’d become an astronaut and he was off exploring Mars and had friends that were even nicer than Dudley’s..
Overhead a shooting star came across the sky. Harry closed his eyes and whispered, “I wish someone would take me away from here.”
Harry opened his eyes and the shooting star was gone. Suddenly an odd wheezing sound filled the garden. Harry jumped up from his spot on the grass to see a Blue Police box starting to materialize right in front of him. A loud thud was heard and the Police box was suddenly solid.
It was smoking a lot and had an orange glow inside, suddenly the door opened. Out stepped a man with floppy brown hair and green eyes. He had on a ripped blue button up shirt with a dark blue tie and black trousers.
“Amelia!” He called. Then he stopped and stared at Harry. “You’re not Amelia.”
“I’m not sir,” Harry nodded.
“Well then who are you then?” the man asked curiously.
“I’m Harry sir, Harry Potter.” Harry said quietly.
“Could you tell me where and when I am? I think I got it very wrong” the man asked.
Harry blinked at the question but answered none the less, “August 1988. Little Whining.”
“1988?” the man gasped. “Why am I off by 8 years!!”
“Off by?” Harry’s eyes widened. “Who are you?”
“I am the Doctor, “ he smiled. “Say do you think we could head back inside-”
“No!” Harry shouted immediately. The Doctor gave him an odd look.
“Very well then,” the Doctor shrugged.
“Wait, why do you need to get to 1996?” Harry asked.
“Hmm?” the Doctor squinted. “Oh! I have a friend,she’s in danger.”
“What’s your friend's name?” Harry asked. “Is it Amelia?’
“Yes it’s Amelia,” The Doctor nodded. “What are you doing out here alone Harry?”
“Star gazing,” Harry shrugged. “I wanna see them all one day.”
“All of them?” the Doctor asked, his head tilted like a puppy.
“Yes I wanna be an astronaut. they don’t have anyone to cook for and they don’t get beat up,” Harry told the doctor. “Plus they get to see the stars. I love the stars.
“Well goodbye Harry, enjoy the stars,” the Doctor smiled and turned to open the door to his blue box.
“Wait!” Harry called. “Take me with you!”
The Doctor froze and turned back around, looked Harry over once shrugged and said, “I don’t see why not? Come on then.”
Harry grinned and followed the doctor into the Police box. Harry gasped at the size of the inside. The Doctor ran towards the ship's control center in the middle and began to flip switches and things.
“What is this?” Harry asked wide eyed.
“It’s a Tardis,” The doctor said shortly. “I’ll explain more later!”
“Where are we going now?” Harry asked.
“My friend Amelia is in trouble, I missed it last time, but I know what it is!” the Doctor grinned. “Hold on, this might be a bit bumpy!”
The ship began wheezing and groaning. Harry grabbed on to on of the railings for safety
“Geronimo!” the Doctor shouted with a manic grin and the ship began to shake and Harry began to wonder if it really was the best idea to get into a Police box with a total stranger.
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The next morning Petunia Dursley awoke to find her nephew gone. At first she worried that an old man would show up and blame her for the freak running away. Then weeks passed with no word from him. Petunia felt happy for about a week. Then it really set in. Harry Potter, her sister's only son, had run away from home and no one cared. Then her husband began to use their own son as a punching bag instead of Harry. One day her precious son had asked her why his daddy was treating him like a freak. It was then that Petunia Dursley divorced her husband. A month later she would open up a nice book shop in town with the settlement from the divorce.
It was then that the amount of the things she had done to her sister's little boy really hit her. Of what she let her own son suffer thought for a short time.
It was then Petunia, now back to Evans, began to really grieve.
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Once they landed the Doctor rushed out the Tardis doors. Harry followed close behind. Harry found himself in an overgrown garden behind a fairly large house.
“Amelia!” the Doctor shouted running towards the house. “I know what I missed, you have to get out of there!”
Harry watched as the Doctor used his strange light upstick to unlock the door and then ran in still shouting for Amelia. Harry stood outside the door to wait. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to go in the house. Suddenly there was a loud thump from inside the house. Harry decided now was the time to go in. Harry slowly creeped up the stairs, not making a sound.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” A woman at the top of the stairs muttered to herself with a cricket bat in hand. On the floor was the Doctor, but he was unconscious. “Ok you got this Pond.”
She nodded to herself and started to drag the Doctor down the hallway.
“What are you doing?” Harry shouted. The woman froze and turned around. She was wearing a police outfit.
“What are you doing?” the woman shouted, she sounded Scottish.
“I was following the Doctor,” Harry said, pointing over to the unconscious body of the Doctor. “We came to help a friend of his, Amelia.”
“The Doctor?” the woman gasped and then muttered to herself. “He’s a bit late.”
“He meant to come straight here I think,” Harry frowned. “He got a bit lost and ended up in Little Whining.”
“Oh,” the woman turned to look back at the Doctor.
“Are you a Police Officer?” Harry asked.
“I-uh-no,” the woman winced. “I’m gonna go downstairs and get an Ice pack for him..”
“Ok,” Harry smiled.
Harry watched the woman head back down the stairs muttering to herself. Meanwhile he watched the Doctor. Harry wondered if all of the Doctor’s friends hit him with Cricket bats. He had a feeling that if Dudley had one he would’ve hit Harry with it a lot. Harry decided he would look around a bit. There were 6 doors. One of them kept flickering like the Tardis was earlier. The house smelled like a house unlike the Dursely’s house which smelled like cleaning supplies all the time. The staircase also didn’t have a Cupboard under the stairs which made Harry very happy. A few seconds later the woman came up the stairs with an ice pack and a small couch pillow.
“I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name,” the woman frowned, putting the pillow on the floor and then the doctor’s head on it with an ice pack in between the two.
“I’m Harry ma’am, Harry Potter,” Harry told her. “Why are you wearing a police outfit if your not a Copper?”
“I-uh-I’m a-uh…” the woman mumbled that last bit, she looked a bit embarrassed.
“You’re a what?” Harry asked.
The woman cleared her throat, “A kissing-telegram.”
“What’s that?” Harry asked, he had never heard of such a thing.
“Let's not talk about it,” She winced. “How about you stay here while I go change?”
“Ok,” Harry smiled. The woman disappeared into one of the 6 rooms and Harry focused on watching the doctor.
It wasn’t until after the woman left the room to change did it occur to him that Amelia was the woman.
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Death’s Apprentice stood outside the house of one Amelia Pond. He didn’t know why Death had insisted he come to him at this exact moment. Nonetheless he watched it with her.
“My apprentice,” Death scoffed. “Don’t you remember what started here?”
“I wouldn’t say it started here,” Death’s Apprentice frowned.
“Oh my dear,” Death giggled. “This was the place the fates truly decided which path you would take.”
Death’s Apprentice frowned at the house. It had felt so big to him all those years ago.
“We must hurry,” Death warned. “The Tardis is about to land in a few moments and I have more things to show you.”
A crack echoed through the overgrown garden followed by the wheezing and groaning of the Tardis arriving.