a/N- I don't own this, blah, blah, except the idea. Enjoy!

Also this is the first time I'll be writing for Doctor Who, so don't hate me if his lines suck!

This is the second friday we have that we can have the afternoon off. I sat down in the common room, trying to focus on my text book for Potions, when really what I wanted to do was read something else. It's not that I don't wish to do well in class, it's just that I need a break once in a while so I can keep an open mind, if that makes sense.

It sure didn't help as I'm reading, that the other kids in my House wouldn't stop staring and laughing at me. It's probably because yesterday, in my dorm, I laid dozens of little Dirigible Plums along the beds. I explained to the girls I shared the room with, it would help them become more understanding and kind. They said no and they hoped I didn't expect them to wear them as earrings like I did.

Some people don't get me, not that I mind of course, it's just that I don't see why it's impossible for me to make friends as easily as everyone else did. The first week I've been at Hogwarts, and I've been nicknamed Loony. A lot of people don't think I know about it, but I do, and it doesn't faze me. My mother and father always told me to express who I am, inside and out, and that's what I plan on doing.

After I finished the required reading for Potions, I pulled my colorful magazine out of my robes and began to read. Since my father was the editor of the Quibbler, I could read the newest edition as soon as it came out. I loved hearing about all the conspiracies, different types of creatures that they don't teach you in school, and anything else that I found interesting.

As I read about a man who has been seen talking to a number of animals, thinking he should be sent to St. Mungo's, but disappeared before the police could get to him, I overheard my fellow Ravenclaws talking about how they were told that Harry Potter is the one opening the legendary Chamber of Secrets. I guess they decided to take a break from laughing at me to spread nothing but rumors. I've never met Harry Potter, I've heard he was nice, and who am I to spread lies about someone I didn't even know.

I stuck the Quibbler back into my robes, and left the common room to take a walk outside. The minute I got into the courtyard, I sat down on a window sill and looked out over the tops of the trees that belonged to the Forbidden Forest. We've all been repeatedly told not to go in there, but I yearned to know what resided in the woods. One of the creatures I've read about?

A few of the Slytherins walked by, pointing and laughing at me, but I was used to it by now. Even the kids in my House have had their fun with me. I've known for a while they have been stealing my possessions and hiding them from me. It's only been two weeks, mind you, but news on who to make fun of catches on fast at school. The only other kid I talk to is a girl named Ginny Weasley. But now a days she seems distant and nervous. She never tells me why, but I am concerned about her.

Just as I looked up into the blue sky, once again, taking in the beauty of the tree line, I spotted something crash at the top of the trees and sink into the woods. The object was far away, but I could tell it was rather large, and it was shaped like a square. The color looked like a dark one, black most likely. I stared around at the other students in the courtyard to see if they saw the same thing I did. No one reacted to it, they remained talking to one another not paying any attention to me for once.

I bit my lip, not knowing what that thing was or what it was doing. I figured it was maybe someone preforming a spell that went wrong, or a curse backfired. All I knew was that as a Ravenclaw, knowledge and curiosity got the best of me. I nodded my head, and with a newfound sense of determination, I walked briskly across the grounds, and found myself at the edge of the forest.

My nerves didn't get to me when I heard a few twigs snapping, and another noise that I couldn't identify that seemed to make a swooshing sound, just echoing. The trees swayed in the breeze, and since the sunshine made the usual dark forest clear, I thought it wouldn't be hard to stay on the path.

Letting out a deep breath, I put one foot in front of the other, and decided to find whatever it was that landed in the forest and try and help if it was hurt.

The next few minutes seemed as though they were hours as I continued to hear the swooshing sound, and the deeper I got into the woods, the louder the sound was. I have been on a lot of trips with daddy, studying creatures, in their natural surroundings and even learned to mimic the sounds they made. But this noise, was like nothing I have ever heard before.

As a stream of light shone in my eyes, I was nearly blinded as I walked into a clearing, and smelled smoke. It wasn't so much that I couldn't breathe, but enough to know I was close.

I staggered into the small patch of woods that appeared as though an accident occured and noticed a lot of the trees were broken, snapped, and looked as though they have been burnt. And there, standing in the middle of the clearing, was a large telephone box. It was naturally larger than me, but this box was made of wood. Not to mention it was blue and not red.

The box didn't appear as though it was in a crash at all, no splinters, no burn marks, it looked like it had never been touched. The noise had stopped the moment I began reading the words on the box out loud.

"Police public call box?". Just then, one of the doors swung open and a man jumped out of it with a cloud of smoke following him. I immediately pulled my wand out from behind my ear and pointed it at the man. As I wondered if I should help him, he finished gasping for breath, and stood up.

He didn't notice me, for he straightened his tan jacket, that had holes burned into it, and fixed his bow tie, his hair untidy and dirty. He started to walk around the box and felt his way around it, taking in what he was seeing, but not looking at the devastation that happened in the forest.

When he was done, he stood in front of me, still watching the box. "Not one scratch, good old girl! I'm so proud!", he said, wringing his hands together. He turned towards me, finally seeing he wasn't alone. He took a step forward while I stepped back. For all I knew, he could have just escaped from Azkaban.

The man smiled and looked me over. "Oh, hello there! I'm the Doctor. And you are?".

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