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The Green Eyes in Black
He was a quiet child. Many stayed away from him because of his dark looks, and his emotions were what one would call emo. He wasn't really full-on "I cut my wrists because it makes me feel good" emo, he was more the "emotions are annoying and rarely do I seem to care much" type of emo. Or, he's something like Raven from Teen Titans, only without the powerful dark magic or having a demon as your biological father. Wait, I made mention to a show that won't exist until the 2000s...
Ignoring my Doctor Who spoiling powers, this child was clad in almost one color attire. Black jeans, black leather belt, black painted belt chains hung on the belt loops of said jeans, black shoes, black zipped hoodie. The only color on him other than his midnight blue graphical t-shirt of flame designs, the gray socks, and the black-billed white baseball cap he wears over his jet black hair of slickened dreadlocks, were his hauntingly beautiful emerald green eyes. While beautiful yes, they hold no innocence. It's as if someone took his innocence and smashed it and stomped on it until nothing existed.
Then again, growing up in an abusive household would jade a child's soul. The child, his name is Harry Potter. The rampant abuse at the hands of his aunt and uncle, and the bullying from his cousin, quickly made Harry go dark in emotion. Never knowing what love and comfort was, he started to draw into himself. Eventually, he stopped caring about wanting love from anybody. He grew to learn that his aunt and uncle did not love him. He accepted it a long time ago. And since he stopped caring, they too start to ignore him.
It worked well enough. He lived with them, but he took care of himself now.
And the Dursleys never cared.
So, July 31, 1991...
Rubeus Hagrid was tasked to take Harry Potter to the Wizarding World after explaining that he was a wizard and that he could do real magic. All he found was an empty house so in a hurry he returned back to Dumbledore. Someone else was sent in his place because he had to get the "secret item" from the "secret vault" at Gringotts.
It was close to 7:30 in the evening when Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape finally hear the sound of a muggle vehicle pulling off to the side. Out stepped a boy in black clothes and paying the muggle driver before the driver drove away.
Harry turned around and stopped. He did not freeze or react with fright seeing two strangers at the front steps to the Dursley home. Instead he stared at them apathetically, almost a stoic melancholic glance in his emerald eyes. He took off his cat freeing his dreadlocks. His hair gel locks were like long spidery fangs that fringes in a parting way, so they could see that freak scar on his forehead shaped like a lightning bolt.
Snape and McGonagall knew this was Harry Potter.
But why do his eyes look that way?
Why does he have the look of someone who doesn't believe in love?
... Snape stared more than his companion: those eyes were of the woman he loved but never could have. Seeing the look of emotion devoid, that stoic glance, chilled him to his soul. They should NOT belong on Lily's son's face.
"Who are you?" Harry finally asks his voice carried to their ears.
Severus was fully accepting that the spawn of his hated rival James Potter would have been a spoiled arrogant brat. Now... all the man wanted to do was help this poor child. Such a tone does not belong. And glancing to Minerva, he knew that the woman could sense something terrible was wrong with this situation.
"Where are your guardians?"
"The Dursleys? Don't care if they return. I don't love them. Never have. They don't love me. Suits me fine... It means they stop yelling at me and just leave me alone. They do that and I'm content with ignoring them."
Harry Potter was a wizard, even though it took awhile for them to fully explain everything. Still, Harry didn't care. The wand, the apparent money he had in weighted gold coins, the books, everything. How he got sorted into Gryffindor was a mystery 'round the time it filters through August into September.
You should have seen it though...
The moment Fawkes saw Harry in the office and the Hogwarts professors were subjected to a phoenix crying and sobbing whilst singing, trying to bring emotion back into the boy we all know as Harry Potter. And the dark-clad child just stared, unmoved, uncaring of the warmth invading his personal space. It brought tears to many eyes seeing a phoenix in such frantic distress...
No heart was more broken than Albus Dumbledore.
Hello, I'm the Son of the Doctor
Meanwhile in another universe it was still the month of September... September 20, 1992, that is. And it was quiet in the Great Hall. Now, mind you it's never quiet; it's active, vocal with the voices of conversing children and teenagers, with the smattering voices of the teachers. But Hogwarts had a reason to be quiet.
You see a blue box with the word POLICE above the door suddenly materialized in the middle of the Great Hall. I could go on and explain about wibbly wobbly timey whimey stuff... but I don't feel like creating a headache, that and I'm currently lazy. All you need to know is that A) A blue box suddenly appeared in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and B) people were stepping out of it. Four to be exact: three adults, one preteen.
"Well, here we are. September 1st, 1991. Told ya we'd get here in time," said the man wearing a fez hat.
The boy with black hair looked confused for a moment, and then he said, "Dad, I think you miscalculated the jump again."
"Nah. Couldn't be," said the fez-wearing stranger before pulling out a strange-looking device out of his pocket. The tip glowed green.
"Oh... looks like we missed 1991. Whoops."
"Whoops? Is that all you have to say? Whoops?" spoke the woman, also cuffing the man over the back of his head. The man caught his fez before it fell to the stone floor. "We're late again."
"Well, the TARDIS isn't young! Besides, those Lonely Assassins were a pain in the arse, I'll tell you. If any, blame them for stalling us and trying to steal my ol' girl. If they didn't try to kill Harry, we would have been here on time."
The woman scoffs, but does not make another comment.
"It wasn't my fault," said the preteen boy. "I never knew how important I really was and stuff. I mean, after that chaotic situation we were through with the Cybermen in Camelot, and again when Zeus kidnapped me and tried to end my existence... I grew to accept insanity."
Rose fought not to smile, but it did crack there. With all the strangeness the Doctor gets involved, with her adopted son added to the mix the trouble magnet got upped to eleven. And don't get me started with how a preteen Arthur, future ruler of Camelot and Merlin's apprentice, fell in love with Harry during their Cybermen situation. Not that Harry minded. No, if anything else, he just believed it to be infatuation, a hard school boy-type crush. Yeah; how strange would it be if scholars on Earth human history learned Arthur was gay for Harry Potter...?
Yeah, moving on...
"Well, it doesn't matter anyway. We're here at Hogwarts. Ah, good ol' Hogwarts. Hoggy Hoggy Hogwarts." The doctor chuckles to himself. "I wonder if we can find any of the old crew in this castle's many corridors."
"I wonder if Sir Cadogan ever got magically painted back to life. I do recall Salazar telling me that when they pass on to the next great adventure, they would have their essences painted into a portrait and they would remain tied to the castle," said our preteen wizard, who we all should already know was Harry Potter.
The Doctor laughs. "Now I recall the time when Salazar and Godric had that drinking contest and drank themselves under the table. Helga was rightfully mad when she found how the boys got drunk."
"You drank too, dad," scolded the boy.
"I'm a Time Lord, son. You know alcohol doesn't affect me much unless you slip me with ginger ale."
Rose and Jack sigh. They were rambling again. Never mind they dropped in on what looks like dinner time.
"Would you two focus," Rose snaps, "We're at the place Harry needed to go to for his wizard training. You said so yourself Doctor: preserve the timeline as best as possible."
"What timeline, mom? Dad and I went to so many different universes. It was cool being a flying alicorn and funny when dad got confused with Time Turner in Ponyville. But now I'm thinking about Pinkie Pie and I miss her happy smiles and all that delicious cupcakes she bakes."
Jack shivered. When the TARDIS dropped them off in a colorful-looking world populated by sentient and intelligent equines and similar creatures like dragons and griffins, the strange magicks in that world also transformed them into colorful ponies.
Rose sighs again.
"Doctor, we SHOULD introduce ourselves to our viewers before their brains explode from alien TMI."
"Ah, yes, yes, of course," said the Doctor, and now fully turned his attention to a visibly perplexed Staff of Hogwarts. A playful smile returned to the man's lips as he takes off his fez in politeness. "Sorry about all that rambling. It happens from time to time."
"Pun," Harry adds with a snickering tone, readjusting his long orange and brown scarf.
Doctor smiles more at that but remained semi-professional. "I'm the Doctor. This is Rose Tyler, and that's Captain Jack Harkness. We would have been here sooner but... we were pre-occupied with another event we couldn't just left alone. It would have destroyed the multiverse."
And he places a hand on the top of his son's head, who was still grinning.
"This is my son. We adopted him after detecting a large trace of psionic energy to Number Four Privet Drive, in Surrey, England. Now, I don't know what type of idiotic moron would leave a toddler in the cold freezing night with naught a wicker basket and a gold maroon blanket, but the TARDIS directed us to him and we decided to adopt him. We raised him and cared for him as if he was ours biologically. In a sense he IS related to me after I did something incredibly stupid and dangerous like giving him half my blood after a near fatal Dalek shot."
"And don't forget Zeus tried to kill me, the Cybermen invasion of Camelot, and Princess Luna's evil side Nightmare Moon was brought into existence and also tried to kill me."
"Yes, yes, those points aside," the Doctor stated, pointedly ignoring said points of interest even though in a way all of them were true, and would be one long explanation that I have no time for; use your imagination. "My son's name is Harry Potter."
Cue the cacography of noise: a mix of shock, surprise, confusion, and most of all, just plain shouting that the Boy-Who-Lived was finally here and with strangers that came out of a blue telephone box similar to the one used as the secret lift into the Ministry of Magic in downtown London.
BANG! Well, more like a BOOM! It was like a ship's cannon were fired. In his hand was a wand, held by one Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts. That Cannon Sound Charm had effectively silenced everybody in the Great Hall.
"Well, more magical things, son. Look, wand wavers! Although it seems diluted now unlike the magic yielded by the Hogwarts Foursome or your boyfriend's teacher Merlin..."
Harry made an indignant squawk/choking noise.
"Arthur is not my boyfriend, dad!"
Harry was blushing; hearing a disguised cough from Jack hiding his laugh, and his mother was quietly smiling (and hiding it behind her hand).
Sheesh, you tell your dad the future ruler of Camelot crushed on you because you had such beautiful green eyes, and he never lets go of it. He just hangs it over you like one would tease a cat with a can of cat food, or teasing an angry white cockatoo with crackers. Cockatoos: the devil's spawn. Harry hated cockatoos ever since one attacked him at the age of six when they took that vacation to Cuba. Then again, that certain vacation got interrupted when the aforementioned Black Ops mission "Bay of Pigs" happened. Pat yourself on the shoulder if you caught the reference.
"Coulda fooled me," said the Doctor, still smirking. He still found it very amusing. Then again, so did Merlin after a few drinks at the local pub after the Cybermen were defeated again, sent back into the Void, and Camelot (and its future king) saved from destruction. "Son... why don't you razzle-dazzle them?"
Razzle-dazzle? Well it could be a pony reference or Pinkie Pie's quirkiness was still rubbing off his father.
"Okay then. Wǒ shuō zhōngguó, ikutsu ka no Nihon no, anche l'Italiano è fra i miei preferiti, Svobodno vladeyet russkim, peut charmer beaucoup de filles avec mon français, chinguga na-ege hangug-eo leul galeuchyeo, haben auch einige Deutsche in meiner Sprache, as well as speak in plain ol' English although my English is more American than British."
Translation: I speak Chinese, some Japanese, Italian is also one of my favorites, fluent in Russian, can charm many girls with my French, had a friend teach me Korean, also have some German in my language, as well as speak in plain ol' English although my English is more American than British.
"I'm multi-lingual," Harry stated when silence greeted his awesomeness. Of course, this is human languages. He didn't say anything about his apparent language use of what he learned was called Parseltongue; learning that most British magicals viewed it as a sign of evil when reading upon it at Flourish and Blotts one time stop between dimension hopping in the late 1980s, the last thing Harry wanted was idiots to proclaim he's going to murder them all because he can tell snakes to stop bugging him when he's relaxing.
"I may have left out a few other languages in my vocabulary," he added in verbal thought.
There were some alienese in his vocabulary, but no need for the humans to learn that. Even though he IS a human himself, but all that wibbly wobbly timey whimey stuff can confuse even his great awesome father the Doctor when it's apparent that 1) he's immune to the more dangerous side effects of paradoxes, and 2) he's just as quirky as his father much to the chagrin of Rose and Jack. But his immunity to paradoxes and its harmful side-effects it normally holds against the multiverse theories is something the Doctor still picks at with the sonic screwdriver whilst saving the world from alien invasions or Meg Griffin on a 100 foot tall rampage through Quahog, Rhode Island after a radioactive crystal got lodged up her bum.
"You're just like me, son."
"But I speak better languages than you, dad."
The Doctor just chuckles in an amusing way; that smirk on his lips were a playful tone.
"And what do you mean charm many girls with your French, Harry?"
"Make a gay joke with me and Arthur and I'm kicking your ass, dad."
The Doctor just grins even more. "Try."
"Here we go," was all Jack said before an explosion erupts. He and Rose jumped out of the way and all the children dove to the ground in panic. Needless to say, Harry took that as an invitation and now father and son are dueling with swords that can shoot fire, thunder, and ice in three tiers of power. Well, the Doctor's sword was a large halberd-sized sword, and Harry's was Caius Ballard's weapon after Noel and Serah defeated him after he transformed into Jet Bahamut in the world of Valhalla.
You can definitely understand one thing: Hogwarts would never be the same after this...
Then again, it's just THIS universe. There are many other universes and alternate realities each with their own Harry Potter in a different time, age, situation, and life choice and/or style. This particular universe's Harry Potter just so happened to have been adopted by the Doctor. I hear there's one universe where Luna Lovegood met the 11th Doctor and fell in love with him. But that's just a rumor.