Collision Course (HP - Doctor Who) BOOK 1

Sirius Black is Siriusly Back!

Howdy! I'll admit, the title isn't mine, I stole it from a pinterest thing in the marauder's era, but oh well. Also I'm basing this more off of the movies than the books (not that I haven't read them), just so u know. Also, in this story I'm gonna make Harry more confident. Not too much, but enough to make him sassier (which I'm sure all of you will enjoy) and more alert.

Harry's POV

I had just come back from the Hospital wing after talking to the Doctor (He told me I should tell the Weasley twins about how my dad was supposedly called Prongs. What was that about?), and was heading up to the common room when I was blocked by a massive mob of people. Soon I was joined by Ron.
"What the bloody hell happened here?" I shrugged.
"I dunno, mate."
"Maybe Neville forgot the password again?" His guess was met by the boy in question.

"H-Hey! I'm right here!"
"Oh. Sorry, mate."

"Hold on, but if no one forgot the password, what's going on?" I asked, mind wondering back to Black.
"Well, there's no point just standing here talking! Let's make our way to the front and see for ourselves!" So we pushed through, to the annoyance of a lot of the bigger kids. "Bloody hell!"
"..I'm head boy!" I heard Ron's older brother shout. "Let me through I-" he paused with a slight gasp. Get the headmaster! Go!" He showed a few fifth years down the stairs.
"Holy mother of Jesus!" I muttered, but shouting at the same time.
"What, mate?"
I blushed.

"Oh, sorry. Muggle thing."
"Okay, if you say so. But look at the portrait! The fat lady, she's missing!" I looked up and discovered it was true. I let out a low whistle.
"The Grinch has nothing on whoever did this. It might've been Black, y'know, looking for me, but whoever it was... well Damn."
I murdered to myself. I turned around, tuning in on a conversation about the fat lady.
"There she is.. up there." Someone was saying, pointing upwards.

Huh. She actually was.

...LaTeR tHaT dAy... (aT dInNeR)

"So anyway, Percy, where are we gonna be sleeping tonight?" Asked Ron, his mouth full of food, some of which slipped out of the foul grip of his teeth and onto his plate. His brother made a face.
"In here, I would guess. I heard Headmaster Dumbledore say something about setting up sleeping bags in here." Said master of heads stood up, drawing all eyes to him as he stepped out in front of the table.

"I didn't even see him go 'round the table." My friend mentioned to me.
"Maybe he slid out from underneath it like some sort of ninja." I sighed at the blank look I was receiving from him, though Hermione did let out a small chuckle. "Glad to see someone gets it."

"That new astronomy professor looks like he was expecting this. He even looks excited but a little sad at the same time" the bushy-haired girl pointed out.
"He might o' been friends with Black. But then, I heard some 1st year Ravenclaw say they heard he was from America or somewhere."
"Well, that doesn't make any sense. He doesn't sound American at all!" I declared.
"True. We should probably listen to Dumbledore's speech. Or what's left of it at least." She didn't give us any choice, so we turned our focus back on him.

"...Will all be sleeping in the Great Hall tonight." A flurry of conversation rippled across the hall and lingered there for the rest of dinner until the food and tables vanished.
"If I may have your attention once again," he paused until everyone was silent, "as I said earlier, your belongings will be brought here, so please remain in the Hall."

Doctor's POV

I leaned against the corner of the room, peeling back a banana. 'It's a shame J.K killed Padfoot off,' I thought to myself.
I walked over to Remus.
"Hey, Remus?"
"Yeah?" He asked.
"It's just- and don't take this the wrong way- didn't Black never get a trial? They just threw him into a cell and never actually made sure he was guilty for certain. Just... something to think about." I turned around. I knew I'm not supposed to do stuff like that, but it's not like he would spread it to anyone, besides maybe Dumbledore, because no one would really believe that he was innocent, especially if it came from a werewolf.