I’ve done it. And it’s horrible! Unthinkable! Unimaginable! Un-bloody-believable! I haven’t even read the blasted books and what do I do? What happens? Damnable plotbunnies decided to scout out fertile land, out of the dry dustbowl of the Who universe and into Harry Potter. Harry Potter! I’ve barely made it to the half waypoint of the Philosopher’s Stone and suddenly I’m writing fanfiction?

Not only that, but I enjoyed it.

*sniff* It’s wrong I tell you. Wrong. Right up there with kicking puppies. The only thing that makes it somewhat bearable is the terribly vague writing style (on account of drawing my knowledge from the movies and various wikipedia articles) I employed… and the basterization of cannon relationships and gleeful disregard of the epilogue to Deathy Hollows. 

Oh dear, this is worse than falling off the wagon. I’ve jumped ship and swam to distant shores. 

What'll I do? 

At least I didn't pick on Neville.