Harriett Potter and the Tale of the Three Brothers

Harriett Potter is Harry Potter's older sister. She feels like she has a duty to protect her brother from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. When Harriett finds about the Deathly Hallows and his want for them, she finds the perfect opportunity to change fate. She goes off in search for the Hallows, hoping against hope that it will be worth it for her brother, but the adventures on the way make it so much better.



Date: 21st January 2010

Location: London


"Hello and welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Harvey Mayon and I will be your conductor this evening."

A man in purple uniform said to Harriett as he leant out of the doorway of a violently purple, triple-decker bus with enormous wheels and headlamps shining like lighthouses. Gold lettering over the windscreen labelled it as The Knight Bus. Harriett glanced round the deserted side road, looking for any people who may have seen this bus seemingly appear out of thin air. There was nothing in sight apart from the line of symmetrical houses, the abandoned cars, a cat sleeping on a garden wall, and a... blue police box?

Harriett ignored the conductor and squinted at the blue box.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" Harvey leant further out of the bus, clinging to the pole so he didn't fall over.

"I don't know." Harriett replied. "What do you think that is?"

She pointed to the blue box, frowning slightly and looking up at the conductor's puzzled face. He squinted at the box in the distance, also frowning.

"Dunno." He looked down at Harriett, dismissing the strange box. "Are you getting on or what?"

Harriett glanced between the huge purple bus and the odd blue box before making her decision. She had no idea where she was going next anyway and it might be nice to get back into her own time anyway. Besides, she was very interested in the box.

"Um, no it doesn't matter. Sorry." She told the conductor, picking up her bag that had slipped off her shoulder when the bus had appeared.

"Right. Sure?" Harvey asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I don't really know where I'm going anyway." Harriett smiled at the conductor. "Oh, here's some money for your trouble."

She pressed five sickles into the conductor's hand before stepping back from the bus to allow it to drive away.

"Okay, thanks. It's no problem." Harvey said before disappearing inside the bus.

With a BANG the Knight Bus whizzed round the corner and disappeared from sight. Harriett looked back at the blue box, curiosity getting the better of her.




Harriett ran her finger down the smooth, brass handle on the front of this strange box. There was a keyhole, but she didn't want to try and open it in case it looked like she was trying to break into it.

"Like it?" A voice said from behind her, making her jump.

She let go of the handle as if it had suddenly been charged with electricity and spun round to look at the person who had made her jump.

"Oh, who are you?" Harriett said in shock. "I mean, yes, it's lovely."

The strange man laughed. "I'm glad you like it."

He gently moved her to the side, placed a key in the lock and opened the door. It squeaked as he pushed on it, and Harriett got a brief glance of the interior. It appeared to be much bigger on the inside, and a central console flashed and bleeped. Harriett frowned and looked up at the strange man.

"Who are you?" She asked carefully, she didn't want to sound too rude.

"The Doctor." He said, not looking at her as he played around with the console.

"Doctor who?"

The man smirked silently, still not looking up.

"Doctor nothing. Just Doctor."

Harriett peered around at the inside of the blue box. "And what is this?"

"It's a TARDIS."

"A what?" Harriett asked, bewildered.

"A TARDIS." He repeated, making it sound like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Time And Relative Dimension In Space. It's a time machine."

"Oh okay." Harriett said, going back to investigating this machine.

She herself had had her own fair share of time travel, as she was at that moment, not in the right time zone. Harriett had accidently jumped forward eighteen years when she had travelled from Hogwarts to Baker Street.

The Doctor frowned at her. "That isn't what people normally say."

She looked at him in shock. "What do people normally say?"

"They normally claim that it's impossible and wonder how it's done. Also, they normally walk away slowly and call me a freak. Either that or they're extremely fascinated and beg to travel with me."

"Oh, right, well sorry for not being more interested."

"That's... okay." The Doctor's frown deepened, and he shook his head before going back to what he was doing. Changing his mind, he walked back over to her still stood by the door. "You're taking the whole 'space-time-travel' thing surprisingly well."

"Really?" Harriett said. "Well, I have done it myself. Although I use this." She pulled the time-turner out of her jumper and presented it to the Doctor, smiling at the fascination on his face.

"Amazing." He breathed, turning the time-turner over thrice in his hands.

After he had satisfied his curiosity, he reluctantly handed the time-turner back, keeping his eyes on it hungrily.

"So, what are you doing here?" Harriett asked the Doctor in interest.

"I could ask you the same thing." He stated.

Harriett narrowed her eyes at him. "I will if you will."

The Doctor looked her up and down, debating her offer. "Fine," he stepped back to give her room to enter, "come in."

Harriett crossed the threshold into this strange TARDIS, casting her eyes over the console, the walls, the strange spiralling staircases and the odd sounds coming from the console every now and then. She adjusted the strap of her bag, looking back at the Doctor, who bounced across the room before crashing into the console in his excitement.

"Oh, whoops!" He cried, pushing himself back and clutching his stomach.

Harriett watched him carefully. "Are you okay?"

"Yep, yeah, I'm fine." He ran all the way round the console before skidding to a halt directly in front of her. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Searching for some... things. I can't tell you any more than that, secret mission." Harriett told the Doctor, winking mysteriously. "What about you?"

"I don't really know. Just travelling." The Doctor watched her carefully for a moment. "Where d'ya want to go?"

"I don't know. Anywhere really." She glanced round the central room again, looking with suspicion at the staircases.

"What about Camelot?"

"Camelot?" She repeated, turning round to look at the Doctor, who was stood by the console, holding a book open.

He chucked the book at her and she used her fast reflexes to catch it before it hit her in the face. She turned it over and looked at the cover. There was a picture of a round table, surrounded by around twenty knights and one king. A servant was stood in the corner, and if she wasn't mistaken, the servant had gold eyes. The title was inscribed above the picture in gold calligraphy writing: King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. A small subtitle was inscribed underneath the large title: Joined by Merlin, the Magician Servant.

"Why has the servant got gold eyes?" Harriett asked, looking up at the Doctor who was stood watching her.

"The legend claims that his eyes turned gold whenever he used magic. He also knew a dragon named Kilgharrah whose eyes were permanently gold because it had magical abilities. However, I don't believe that it is a legend, I believe that it may have existed at some point in time." He paused, watching her excitedly. "Shall we go and have a look then?"

Harriett glanced down at the book, sighing heavily. "I guess we could go and have a look. I'd quite like to meet this Merlin, he sounds like a good person."

The Doctor physically leapt with joy and ran round the console again, slamming his hand on a variety of buttons and levers. He programmed in a likely date and punched a particularly large, red button. Nothing happened. The Doctor frowned, scanning his eyes over the screen. A slow bleeping started up, sounding a bit like a heart monitor.

"What are you doing?!" He cried, glaring at the screen and scanning the buttons.

"The door's open." Harriett stated, glancing towards the cool breeze that was ruffling the pages of the book still clutched in her hand.

"Huh?" The Doctor glanced up and also noticed the door. "Ah yes, thank you!"

He ran over and slammed the door shut. The Doctor thumped the red button again and a series of bleeps and whirs emitted from a tube in the middle of the console. Small lights and bubbles began bouncing around in the tube and Harriett was thrown over the railings and onto the hard metal floor as the TARDIS lurched through space. She was about to stand up, when the TARDIS stopped with another jolt. Harriett was, once again, thrown onto the floor. She cried out in pain as her head hit the railings.

"Are you okay?" The Doctor's head peered over the top of the railings at her sprawled on the floor, rubbing her head.

"Ow." She murmured, trying to stand up, but the dizziness overcame her and she collapsed again, trying to hold her breakfast in place.

"Let me." The Doctor said, hopping over the railings and kneeling down by her side. "You know, I don't think this bit is meant to be stood on." He laughed, but studied her pale face closer and his smile faded. "Come here."

The Doctor gathered her up into his arms and rested her on the railings. He climbed back over the top and picked her up again, carrying her over to one of the staircases. This staircase led down to a plain room, furnished with a sofa and a bed. A door to the left of the bed led to an en-suite bathroom. He walked over to the bed and gently lay her down, stroking her forehead softly.

"Sorry. I should have warned you." He soothed. "Not a lot of people do so well on the first journey. You just lie here and relax."

"How many people actually do what I did though?" Harriett mumbled, almost incoherently.

The Doctor looked at her sympathetically, leaving to grab a cold flannel to put on her head. He turned on a CD player in the corner to play music quietly.




Harriett rolled over in the bed, groaning and clutching her stomach. The flannel had fallen off her forehead at some point and there was a damp patch on her t-shirt where she had laid on it. She clambered out of bed, her leg getting stuck in the twisted covers. She wriggled it free before dashing to the en-suite bathroom. She bent over the toilet and heaved the contents of her stomach out.

When she felt that she was done, she stood up, wiping her streaming eyes. Harriett then wiped her face with a flannel that was sat on the side. She rubbed her eyes, having a moment of being in a confused daze. She gulped down a quick glass of water to get rid of the taste of bile in her mouth. It was good water and she wondered hazily where it had come from.

Harriett stumbled out the bathroom, walking haphazardly to the staircase that the Doctor had carried her down earlier on. She tripped up the steps, banging her shin on the hard metal. She silently cursed her clumsiness, eventually making it back to the console room.

The Doctor was no where to be seen. She glanced round nervously, not wanting to call out in case there was anyone or anything else in this strange TARDIS that might hear her.

"Doctor?" She called softly, her voice sounded hoarse and sick.

His head popped up from another staircase and he cried out in surprise before coming up onto the deck.

"How're you feeling?" He said, rushing over to her and looking her in the eyes closely.

"I'm fine." She looked towards the door, but there were no windows. "Where are we?"

The Doctor leant back from her, patting her shoulder gently. He grabbed her hand and gently guided her over to the door. He pulled it open and presented the outside world with a flourish like presenting a gift.

"Camelot!" He pronounced, waving his arm at the medieval scenery.

"Oh, you found it!" Harriett gasped, looking with amazement at the supposedly legendary scene before her.

"Yep!" He looked down at her, "are you feeling okay enough to explore?"

"Sure. Why? What are you doing?"

"I've got a couple of repairs to make on the TARDIS. It appears that she is not equipped to travel this far back in time." He said sheepishly.

Harriett giggled softly. "All right then. I won't be too long."

"Be as long as you'd like. And here's your bag." He said, handing Harriett's bag over to her.




Harriett was jogging back to the TARDIS. She wanted the Doctor to come and see some of the amazing sights that she had spotted on her wanderings around Camelot.

Just as she was about to reach the doors, the TARDIS began to fade, emitting it's strange whirring sounds.

"No!" She moaned, trying to knock on the door, but her hand just passed straight through the fading blue box.

She had been trapped in Camelot, hundreds of years from home.

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