Where we last left off:

"Good luck, Doctor," Donna said simply. "I have a feeling you're going to need every, last, bit of it."

Almost as though it were acknowledging her words and agreeing with them, the TARDIS materialized one last time and gave a final wheeze.

Then, she disappeared into the night and out of time itself.

Walking down the street, Rose Weasley (or 'Tyler', as her new I.D. said, since none of the Weasleys had officially survived the Cybermen attack and having Ron and Hermione's long lost daughter suddenly show up was bound to raise a few eyebrows) was not happy. First off, she was running late. Her alarm hadn't gone off and it had thrown her entire schedule off. She hadn't had time to drink her morning cup of tea or have any breakfast and, on her rush to work, one of her heels had broken.

Oh, sure, she could fix it in a moment with a simple charm, but that didn't make it any less frustrating. She stopped short and leant down, putting her files on the floor, to take off her shoe. Holding it one hand, she took her wand out with another.

Doing magic in the middle of a crowded street was no big deal in Fred's World. It had taken Rose a while to get used to her new home, but she had slowly adjusted.

She had been here for about a year now- six months since that dreadful day on the beach. She cast it out of her mind. Those thoughts were reserved for lonely nights at home, when she could cry and hug her pillow and look at old pictures on her phone.

Not for the middle of the day on her way to work at Torchwood.

Torchwood.

Not too long after arriving in Fred's World, Fred had offered Rose a position at Torchwood. Rose had taken it, partially because she knew she had no better chance at finding the Doctor than Torchwood, partially because she wanted to make sure that Torchwood here didn't turn out like the one back home, and partially because she was extremely bored.

It certainly was an interesting place to work. It varied from boring days filled with paperwork to exciting days of alien invasions to long days filled with working on the Dimension Canon.

One way or another, she drank quite a bit of tea. This was because of Ianto, a lovely Muggle who worked under her as a sort of personal assistant. Almost all of the Wizard workers in Torchwood had one (a Muggle, that is).

Rose couldn't stand the practice, especially not after she got to know Ianto. Married to another Muggle named Lisa, they were expecting a baby soon. Ianto was smart, too. He knew quite a bit about people, but also a fair amount about politics, technology, and aliens.

He also knew the correct pronunciation of Splott.

So, Rose didn't usually have him run around and do her dirty work. Ianto helped her do research, work on the Dimension Cannon, and came with her during field work. He was her partner, not her assistant.

But he still made a mean cup of tea.

Most of the Muggles in this universe were actually very capable and well learned. There were a few who even rose to coveted positions, such as scientists or engineers.

Who else would come up with some of the fantastic Muggle technology that the wizards here used?

Still, most of them were forced to take jobs like Rose had taken at Weasley Manor: waiters and waitresses, janitors, shop workers.

Even after a year of living here, Rose still couldn't get used to the system.

Rose finished fixing her shoe and slipped it on. Straightening, she caught site of a large television screen in a shop window. A small crowd had gathered around it, watching the broadcast, and Rose understood immediately why.

Speaking of Muggle rights...

The Minister of Magic, Tom Riddle, was giving some sort of speech.

Although Britain had a president here, the position of Minister of Magic still existed, even if in a very different sense. Riddle worked closely with the President, the President had most of the legal power.

The position of Minister in Fred's World, Rose had learned, was more about influence. A position that was considered outdated by many in government, the Minster had few legal powers, but the name alone held a great amount of prestige. Anybody elected to the position had huge power over the opinions of voters.

Riddle had apparently used that power to further Muggle rights.

Rose eyed him curiously. She had seen pictures of Voldemort as a child in her universe. He had dark hair and dark eyes. This version of Riddle, though, was more fair, obviously having taken his mother's features, as opposed to his father's.

At least, that was Rose's theory.

Regardless, she heard nothing but good things for Riddle. For somebody who made so many enemies and done so many horrible things back home, he had made quite a name for himself as a do-gooder here. A controversial one, to be sure, but one nonetheless.

Riddle, who had held the position of Minister for several years, had made several calculated strikes against Wizarding Supremacy.

Before Riddle, for instance, Muggles were required to walk around wearing identification and carrying papers confirming they were Muggles. Now, though, after Riddle had removed that requirement, there was no way to tell (especially in large cities like London) who was Muggle and who was wizard. This meant equal respect for all people regardless.

Now, Riddle was working with the Muggle Representative to ensure equal working conditions for all. The Muggle Representative was a new position that Riddle himself had proposed, supported, and carried to vote only a few months before Rose arrived at Fred's World.

With his new zeal for equality between Muggles and wizards, Rose thought it obvious that Riddle must have gotten all of his daddy issues worked out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, your Muggle Representative," Riddle introduced.

Shifting her files, Rose checked her watch. She really needed to hurry, so there was no time for her to catch the Muggle Representative's address to the people, but she did manage to catch a few words of it as she walked away.

"Thank-you, thank-you, ladies and gentlemen. As you know, I am your Muggle Representative and my name is Harold Saxon..."

AN: Definitely much shorter than what I'm used to, but this is just the prologue. So...the sequel to Clarke's Third Law! Here it is! If you haven't read that, you should probably go read it first, just so you aren't hopelessly lost.

Yes, I am aware that this is Clarke's First Law, and that I skipped second, but Clarke's First Law fit better for this story: "When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong." Still, I hope you enjoy it and stay tuned!

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