Lily Luna Potter. Daughter of Harry and Ginny Potter. Never seen as herself, only "the daughter of". She was sick of it. She couldn't stand it.
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Walking towards the Gryffindor tower, Lily heard a strange, metallic wheezing sound muffled by the Defence against the Dark Arts classroom door. Deciding to investigate, she creaked open the door and silently slid inside the room. Closing the door behind, she exhaled difficultly. There, smack in front of her, stood a tall, blue box, and it was growing steadily more consistent every second. Lily was frozen in awe. What in Merlin's name was happening? Suddenly, the door on the front of the box opened, and out came a tall handsome man, wearing a fez and a bowtie. Freezing, he stared at Lily.
"Whoops," he said. "Hello! I'm the Doctor. Would you be kind enough to tell me where... and when I am?" Lily gawked.
"Ah... You're at Hogwarts, in 2020."
"Hm. And what may Hogwarts be?" said the odd man who called himself the Doctor.
"It's Britain's school of Witchcraft and Wizardry," answered Lily, dazed by the fact that someone - who didn't seem like a Muggle - didn't know about Hogwarts.
"Witchcraft? Wizardry? Hah!" scoffed the Doctor. "There's no such thing!"
Annoyed, Lily drew her wand out.
"Ooh! A stick! I like sticks! What does it do?" grinned the Doctor.
"Rictusempra," smirked Lily, directing the spell at the Doctor. The odd man started jumping and skipping around the room, cackling and howling with glee.
"Oh! Magic! Haha!" he laughed, finally believing the twelve-year-old. "I see! You can stop now, please! Haha!"
"Finite," muttered Lily. "Believe me yet?" she grinned. The Doctor nodded.
"So... You're a witch." He stated.
"Yes," said Lily.
"Could you help me? I nedd help. Help is welcome." fired the Doctor.
"I-I'm not allowed to do magic outside of school, until I come of age," said Lily, frowning.
"When do you come of age?" asked the Doctor, smiling.
"In 2025, the 4th of February," said Lily, wondering why she felt compelled to tell the strange, hyper-active man anything.
"See you on the 5th of February, 2025 then!" called out the Doctor, climbing into his box.
"Wait!" yelped Lily, in vain, for the box was already disappearing with its strange metallic wheezing.
