The Keepers of Death {DW/HP}

Prologue

Sirius was out of breath. She had apparated away and left him behind like he told her too, like they planned. She rested against a wall the bundle of blankets feeling heavy in her arms but she couldn't drop him. She looked down at the silver eyes staring back at her in sadness. Somehow Harry knew what happened, she assumed it was because of both her and James. She took a deep breath, trying to clam herself down some more. That was, until she heard running. Bellatrix came around the corner, "run, run, run, run," she told her and Sirius ran off again as she heard Rodolphus and Rabastan calling out spells.

Sirius cried out in pain when a cutting curse hit her and she managed to turn herself over so she didn't land on Harry. Peter Pettigrew was strolling up to her with his wand raised until a shadow knocked him to the side.

"Sweetie, lets go," a voice called.

"River?" Sirius asked in a shaky breath. The curly blonde haired woman, a muggle who wasn't a muggle, but half alien approached her. "You need to run that way, you can save your cousin and the Lestranges, you can save Regulus, and you can save James, but you need to trust a familiar face," River told her.

"A familiar face? Wait, our...?"

"Yes, you will find him, now go," Sirius ran off again as shouts were heard behind her. She couldn't let them have Harry. She wouldn't let them use her son as a pawn. The pain her leg was numb with adrenaline as she kept running.

Suddenly an engine sound was heard near the alleyway she was going to turn to. She saw a blue box appear out of nowhere and someone step out.

"Barty?" she asked, startling him, "No you're not Barty."

"No, I'm the Doctor," he said in a bit of awe. More shouts came from the distance and Sirius panicked. "Quickly, in here," he said and opened the door.

As Sirius ran in and stared at the console room of the TARDIS in awe. The Doctor couldn't help what he just felt. As he was arriving a painful coldness came over him along with panic and he didn't know what.

"Trust the familiar face," he heard the woman mutter.

"What?"

"A woman—I was told not to tell you—told me and my husband," he felt a small twinge of that pain, "about the Time Lords and to trust a familiar face in dire needs. He was mine and my husbands third. You felt a pain earlier?"

The Doctor nodded, "And your panic," he said in realization. He had two Bondeds?! "Who was this woman? And who's our third and why did I feel that pain? What's the baby's name? Are you bleeding? Why are you not surprised my ship is bigger on the inside?"

"Like I said I can't tell you, she only told me another familiar face that wasn't a familiar face wronged me and James in a way and while she made up for it, she wanted to do her own making up for it. His name is Harry. Yes, I'm bleeding. We have tents and chests that are bigger on the inside and are magic is sentient like your ship is. And our third's name is James and he's d-dead-d," Sirius started sobbing.

'Help momma not cry,' Harry said to the Doctor. The Doctor pulled Sirius into her chest and held her as the grieving feeling now hit him. 'Daddy okay,' Harry suddenly said.

"What?" the Doctor asked.

"W-What?" Sirius asked in confusion.

"Um, I speak baby and Harry just said the words 'Daddy okay'," the Doctor said.

"That's useful," Sirius said, referring to the speaking baby bit, but then they felt the pain go away. The TARDIS started up on her own and they both held on as the TARDIS drove.

When the shaking stopped, they stared at each other. "That pain stopped, he has to be..." Sirius trailed off.

"What? And what's your name?" the Doctor asked, now realizing he didn't know her name.

"My name is Sirius Potter nee Black," she introduced herself, "James' ancestors changed their name to avoid suspicion on something called the Deathly Hallows. They were made up of the Elder Wand—we're witches and wizards by the way, just so you know—the Resurrection stone, and the Invisibility Cloak. They were given to the Peverell Brothers and only two continued their Line. One became the Gaunts and one became the Potters but they kept in contact with each other until someone got into the mind of Tom Riddle who was a Gaunt. The Potters had helped him, and his Peverell magic helped him. I wonder if it helped James," she had explained quickly.

A screen came on a little cottage was revealed. It had been destroyed with a large burned ceiling and busted windows and front doors. A leg stuck out of the front door and they saw the foot moving. "He's alive," Sirius cried.

"Can I have Harry?" the Doctor asked, "the TARDIS just made him a room and I'm sure I'll startle James if I look like someone else."

Sirius nodded and handed Harry over, kissing his forehead, "I'm gonna check on Daddy," she whispered and ran out the door as Harry was carried down the hallway.

"I can't believe I found them," the Doctor said to himself, putting Harry down in the crib.

'You're stuck with us, buddy,' Harry said.

"Oh, sassy aren't you?"

'Momma and Daddy are, so I am too,' Harry replied.

The Doctor smiled before running out, slowly coming up behind them to meet his second Bonded.