Yeah, yeah, I admit it, I haven't updated for a long long time. It has been a long time, that is true. Okay. I'll tell you why.
Truth is I read the story over and realized Callie was way too marysue. I found it annoying so I decided to change her entire character. Except that was a lot harder than you thing because Lysander (my laptop) sometimes decides to close for no apparant reason and then because of this sometimes I lose everything. And when I lose everything I get so frustrated that I don't write for a while. So there you go.
What made me write again was the many people reviewing, favouriting or simply putting my story on alert. I was quite suprised and very happy, so I thought you lot desearved an update. And yes, some may say this doesn't count as an update, considering all I've done is rewrite the same chapter, but I was pretty proud of it. I think Callie's more real person-like in this chapter, and that makes me happy =D
So I hope you like it after all this. Thank you for following my story so far.

Chapter 5 – An Unexpected Visitor

Hermione had stacked her plate with lamb and stuffing, with vegetables for sides, and was now tucking in to the well-prepared meal. It seemed Hogwarts were famous for their exceptionally good meals, and they hadn't let them down this time.

"Could you pass the Yorkshire Pudding 'Mione?" Ron asked between mouthfuls, and Hermione, looking rather disgusted, obliged. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, simply tucking into their food, when Ginny arrived late, looking very white and shaking.

"Ginny, are you alright?" Hermione asked, concerned about Ginny's health. She checked her forehead but her temperature was normal, if a little cold - she just looked like she had just seen a ghost (which, in this occasion, happens rather often, so it must have been the Bloody Baron or something). She sat down and began to eat some chicken slowly, whilst Hermione watched frowning. She finally turned back to her food when Ginny began to regain some colour in her cheeks.

They were just starting pudding when suddenly there was a loud bang that made everyone jump and turn round. With the bang came a flash of bright light, and when everyone's eyes had slowly recovered from the brightness, they saw a teenage girl about thirty feet off the ground that seemed to have appeared from no where. After a second's pause, the girl began to fall, crashing down to the floor below. Students jumped back and in some cases screamed as she landed on the Hufflepuff table, making it break. Food hurtled into the air like they were on a seesaw and lay in mush around her.

"Oh…crap…" She stated, her voice stuttering, before collapsing back, unconscious. The students stared at her, frozen in shock.

The Doctor examined the girl thoroughly, whilst the rest of the teachers waited anxiously in the wings. He checked her pulse and found her heart beat was fairly regular, quite fast of course, though the Doctor suspected this was simply from adrenaline, as her breathing was quite ragged as well. He prodded some places in her lower rib cage, trying not to look too awkward in front of so many students, and found that the girl had broken some of her ribs and he hoped they had not punctured anything important. He looked up towards the girl's head; her copper hair hid a large amount of blood, leaking out from a long cut along her head.

He started to roll up her trousers and saw, to his horror, scars and bruises all the way up her legs. From the looks of it the majority of them weren't from the fall, though there was a long slice up the side of her left leg that, from the fact it matched the slice in her trousers, looked new. He felt along the legs cautiously and found that the right knee was fractured.

"Let me look her over, I've done it a thousand times!" Lockhart's voice interrupted his search for injuries and the DADA teacher rushed forward eagerly, but the Doctor shooed him away. These injuries were far too serious for mistakes and, from what the Doctor had seen from Lockhart, he wasn't everything that he said he was.

"Doctor, is she alright?" Albus asked seriously, staring at the various cuts all over her. There was now a small dark pool of blood surrounding her.

"She'll survive, but we've got to get her to the hospital wing fairly quick. She has several broken ribs and she landed in an awkward position so her knee got fractured. As she went down her head must have hit something, the table I think, and there's rather nasty cuts on her head and leg. But she'll pull through." He frowned and stared at the girl's face. It was if somehow the Doctor recognized her from somewhere.

"But where did she come from?" Professor McGonagall asked Dumbledore whilst the Doctor examined the girl.

"Alas, I do not know." Dumbledore replied mysteriously. "No one can apparate into here, and from what I saw, that wasn't even apparating. If it was anything else, electrical, for example, it would have short circuited. I have a hunch though." He added.

"There's time for your hunches later." The Doctor exclaimed, concerned about the girl's health and at the same time wishing the man would just get on with it, with all due respects. "But now, we need to get her to the Hospital Wing. She needs to recover and rest. Can we levitate her or something?" Dumbledore nodded and waved his wand, causing the girl to float up into the air and hang there limply, supported by some invisible holder. The Doctor grabbed the girl's rucksack.

The girl floated creepily as they walked towards the Hospital Wing, and Professor McGonagall left to look after the students. They lay her down onto a bed and Madam Pomfrey rushed forward, quickly looking over the girl and asking what the Doctor had knew that was wrong with her.

"Well Doctor Smith, you certainly know what you're doing!" She said before leaving to get some remedies for the problem. The Doctor walked over and sat on the bed next to the girl's studying her curiously. He could sense something about her, something…almost Timelord about her. That couldn't be right - when there was a Timelord there; the Doctor could sense it clearly and knew immediately that they were like him, a Timelord. But this girl, she seemed to only have traces of it on her.

Madam Pomfrey came back with a couple of bottles of potions and placed them on the table next to her. She took out her wand and began muttering some spells, causing some areas to glow slightly. "I've fixed the ribs so they're not puncturing anything." She told him and the Doctor nodded and noticed that the girl's breathing wasn't so ragged, but now gentle. For the first time he examined her clothing. It was all light weight and didn't get in the way - stuff you would wear if you did a lot of running and traveling. She had a long brown coat, much like the Doctor's except it had short sleeves and a hood; well-worn jeans and black chunky boots. The girl's hair was messy and long, the colour a natural copper red with the occasional dirty blonde streak, as though the girl had caught a bit of sun, which lightened her hair.

On her wrist the Doctor noticed she had some sort of cheap imitation of a time-stabilizer, and he quickly took it off to save her from disappearing suddenly like everyone else with that type of equipment did. But how it had enabled her getting here was beyond him; even the TARDIS struggled getting here, and that was a highly sophisticated piece of Timelord machinery that traveled beyond time and space.

Forty minutes passed and the Doctor was leaning against the other bed reading a book; there had been no sign of movement with the girl. Madam Pomfrey was in her office, leaving the Doctor to keep an eye on the girl. A couple of students had poked their noses inside, probably to have a look at what was going on.

Suddenly the girl sat bolt up right and the Doctor's head turned around rapidly, making his neck click slightly. She sat there breathing rapidly, her eyes flicking madly from one place to another, her eyebrows knitted together with the fright of the situation. She caught her breath and turned towards the Doctor, her eyes widening at the sight of him. "You've found me…" She whispered, her pupils small and her eyes so wide the Doctor could see his reflection upon them.

The Doctor stared at her in shock. He didn't quite know what to do, so after his moment of being rooted to the spot he automatically came forward to comfort her. This was apparently a bad idea, as the girl shied away with fright, edging to the furthest corner of her bed, holding her duvet in front of her as to use it as a weapon.

"I'm not going to hurt you…" They were the first words that came to the Doctor's mind, but were probably the cheesiest words of all time. The girl obviously thought the same, as she attempted to break the laws of physics by hanging off the edge. "It's alright, I'm a friend." This was evidently too much for the girl, and she tipped over the edge, landing with a large bang as she crashed onto the floor. The Doctor heard the girl swear incredibly creatively and rushed over to help.

"Be careful; your knee's fractured…" The girl gave him an expression that showed that she'd pretty much summed that up for herself, thank you very much, and that he better not come near her. She tried to stand by herself, wincing from the pain. Her eyes looked fuzzy and the Doctor's vision flicked back up to her head; the blood around the wound was still sticky and he didn't know whether or not it was still bleeding.

"Please don't take me back…" She murmured, her face still screwed up from the pain. The Doctor was, of course, completely discombobulated by whatever she thought he was going to do, so instead just stood next to her, awkwardly stuck between wanting to help her and not wanting her to become afraid.

"You have to rest." He said simply, deciding on helping her into bed. To this remark she grunted, her tone a mixture of annoyance and pain as she looked around, slightly peeved.

"But…where am I? I think I know this place…" She muttered quietly, shaking slightly as she sat upon her bed. The Doctor shrugged.

"Scotland I think. Not too sure." She gave him an odd look, her hand reaching her head in confusion, only to find the sticky blood. She looked disgusted and attempted to wipe the blood onto the bed sheets. Madam Pomfrey's not going to appreciate her for that one.

Despite her apparent curiosity, the girl was rendered speechless. She sat there staring at the Doctor curiously, her eyes now narrowed as she surveyed him carefully. The Doctor couldn't help but break the silence.

"So…what's your name?" He asked, not really looking at her in an attempt to think of a conversation starter. The girl smiled, blushing slightly underneath her light freckles.

"Callie. Callie Potter. Yours?"

"I'm called the Doctor, nice to meet you." He held out his hand but Callie didn't except it, not yet coming to terms with becoming that friendly with this utter stranger. She looked at him, a perplexed expression on her face.

"Doctor Who?" She asked, picking threads out of her duvet as she sat there. The Doctor smiled oddly.

"Just the Doctor. But for these purposes, I've been known as Doctor Smith. Saves confusion, y'know?" She nodded absentmindedly and lay back down upon the bed. She yawned loudly and looked around again.

"What happened?" She asked, looking bemused about the situation she was in.

"You tell me. You appeared out of no where with a loud bang and a flash of light, and landed in the middle of a school whilst they were having dinner." He paused, allowing it to sink in before continuing. "You fractured your leg and you have a large cut upon your head; you must have hit the tables pretty hard. Your ribs were broken but the Matron fixed them and you might be concussed." Callie raised an eyebrow at him, looking slightly bewildered. The Doctor shrugged.

"Who's the Matron?" Callie asked inquisitively, looking around for any other sign of movement.

"Matron Pomfrey. She's looking after you; the Matron of this institution." Callie's eyes widened and she looked around, as if realizing something. She settled and nodded again, as though confirming something to herself, and pulled her duvet up further. She looked tired, though no longer as scared as she was before, and she soon closed her eyes and fell back to sleep again.

The Doctor stood up and walked towards the Matron's office. He still was no closer to finding out who this girl was, or, more importantly, how she had got here, but he felt he should let the Matron know she had awoken again.

The Matron seemed a little annoyed that the Doctor had not informed her earlier, as her reply was to immediately shoo him out.

"I really need to talk to her Matron…"

"She doesn't need to be talked to; she needs rest, and your yibber yabber won't give her that."

"Matron, how will we even know who she is if you don't see sense? She may be something you haven't come across before; I seriously advise you let me stay."

"I see perfect sense Doctor Smith; this girl needs rest and sleep, so please, if you will, out!" After many more feeble attempts of getting the Matron to change her mind, the Doctor finally gave up and left, informing the Matron that the girl's name was Callie Potter as he went.

Callie stayed in bed for over a week, sleeping fitfully and sometimes waking up screaming. The Matron continued to insist that the Doctor must stay out, and wouldn't let him in until the following Sunday, but only because Callie had asked to see him. The Doctor had remained clueless to the reason of Callie's sudden appearance and, ever eager for answers, came straight away for a chance to talk to Callie. When he arrived she was sitting up in bed drinking hot tomato soup, looking rather pale and tired.

"How are you?" Was the first thing that came to mind to ask, and she simply shrugged, taking another gulp of her soup. She licked her lips and lifted the soup carefully to her bed side table, putting it down before turning back to the Doctor.

"So you're the Doctor, right?" The Doctor nodded. "Well, I was thinking about you the other day and realised that I've heard your name before. A long time ago."

"You have?"

"Aye. A friend of mine mentioned you a while back." They paused, an awkward silence enveloping them quickly as Callie began fiddling with the duvet.

"So. You wanted to ask about something?" Callie looked up, nodding and looking anxious about something.

"Oh. Yes. That." She bit her lip and looked up at the Doctor, concern a tell-tale sign in her eyes. "As you might have guessed, I'm not from round here. I'm from a long way away and if I have to be frank, I'm not very good with people. I'm a traveler. I've made some mistakes in my life and I'd…rather put them behind me." The Doctor nodded, urging her to continue. He knew what she felt like.

"Go on." He said softly.

"Okay, well, I honestly do not know how I've got here but I know this place and I'm scared, I really am. Something's going to happen here; I don't know what but I'm sure I'm not going to be better off. And I know you're a traveler too -"

"Hang on, how have you guessed?"

"Shoes are worn, as are you clothes – that shows you do a lot of running go from place to place. You obviously don't have as much time to shop – forgive me for being blunt, but you're wearing exactly the same clothes as you were wearing last time. And plus," She reached over to where her coat was hung and searched the pockets, her tongue out. She found what she was looking for and pulled out some shades. The Doctor raised an eyebrow when she put them on.

"Shades?" She smiled at him, and tossed him the shades. He put them on and looked at her realising that these shades were much like the '3D glasses' that he owned, that showed floating gold timey-wimey stuff when someone have travelled through time and space. He smiled back at her and took them off, handing them back to her. "Ah. Clever."

"Oh, I am." She agreed, popping the shades back in her pocket. "But the thing I was confused about with the shades is the teachers and some of the students. A lot of them have a little bit on them; I'm really confused."

"Magic."

"Huh?"

"Magic. They have these things called time turners which you can use to travel through time."

"Yeah, I know. But I didn't realize it'd come up with my shades." She looked back down at the duvet as she pulled threads from the frayed edges. "What are you doing here then? Same as me?"

"If you mean that I'm here completely involuntary, then yes, I am."

"Ouch. Bummer. Why doesn't electricity work here by the way? I can't quite remember…"

"Apparently there's too much magic in the air. You've got tamper with the whole thing to get it working again. It's actually illegal, but between you and me," He leant forward, surreptitiously getting out his sonic screwdriver. "I tampered with this. Took me hours. I had to take the whole thing apart." Callie raised her eyebrows.

"May I?" The Doctor shrugged and handed it to her, whilst Callie examined it, fascinated.

"Wow. Sonic. I love these things." She eagerly pressed a button and almost squealed when it made a beeping noise. "I saw one of these once before, except it was a sonic spade so it wasn't exactly as cool. But this is awesome…I'd love to see the blueprint of this. The mechanics must be immense – I've always wanted to take them apart and -" She looked at the Doctor's surprised expression and blushed. "Sorry. Rambling."

"It's alright. I was just surprised. I do that often." Callie shrugged.

"Ah well. Let's be ramble buddies. Anyway. I doubt I will be able to get my time stabilizer working, though I don't know if you'll give it back anyway," She threw him an exasperated look. "But in the meantime I need to find some place to stay…and knowing my luck it'll be this place…" She rolled her eyes and looking around, pouting.

"What's wrong with this place?"

"We go back, way back." She replied simply. She yawned and stretched, licking her lips. "Well. I'm hungry. The old cow's going to be getting rid of you soon anyway, so she better get me some more food…"

"Don't you like her?"

"Never liked her." The Doctor got up to leave, and then turned back realising something.

"Oh, and hey Callie, why did you say 'you've found me' and 'don't take me back' when you first came here?"

Her face went dark and she looked down, an odd expression on her face. "Well, that's for me to know and you to find out." She paused, rubbing her chin intently. "But -"

"YOU HAVE MORE THAN ENOUGH TIME TO CHAT, THAT GIRL NEEDS REST." Callie rolled her eyes again to the Matron's shrill voice and reached for her soup once more.

"What was it?" The Doctor asked, concerned to know what the 'but' was for. Callie shook her head.

"Never mind." She took a mouthful of the soup and pulled a face. "Aw it's gone cold. That's your fault you know. Well, bye then." She said, throwing a glance at the Matron who was marching towards them angrily. The Doctor just shook his head, somewhat exasperated.

"See you around Callie." He said.