A/N: Hi guys! This is my first attempt at a crossover, so I hope it is perceived well. The first chapter is a bit short, but I promise the next one will be much longer. This chapter is lacking in the HP department, sorry about that. I hope you enjoy.

April 2nd, 2000

He walked behind her, always close but never seen. He followed her whenever he could, but that time was limited due to the seven hour school day. She was only fourteen and had just begun to mature, but she was still the same person he would one day come to love. Her blonde hair would sway with her rhythmic steps and she was still bursting with energy. She would bounce when she walked or skip while laughing in the melodious way he remembered. This version of her was similar to the woman he once knew, yet different in many ways. She smiled more and seemed less curious, she was content. However, he knew that one day, many days after this one, she would begin to feel bored and void. She would no longer be content with blissful ignorance and would become curious beyond reason.

After a couple weeks of this behavior he decided he was done. He had taken up a full time job of "stalker" and that didn't sit well with him. It killed him that he missed her this much and she was off somewhere living her happily ever after with someone else. Well, technically she was living her happily ever after with him, but that wasn't the point. The point was he wasn't with her.

He watched her retreat into her apartment, the same one where they had countless memories in, and shut the door. He stopped into a nearby deli to buy a paper. He didn't remember anything particularly catastrophic happening in this year, but you never knew with humans. The front page heading talked about a series of murders taking place in her neighborhood. The article had him intrigued and took his mind off her, momentarily.

MURDERED BY FATE?

Late last night Ms. Angela Knight of Cardiff was killed in her apartment. Her death is one in the string of puzzling murders taking place around London. Ms. Knight was the fourth victim in the mysterious case. Just like the other victims, Ms. Knight was single and lived alone. She was middle aged and had no known ailments, however she died of what the coroner can only call "natural causes". He goes on to say "All the victims were in perfect health, yet all four women died for, seemingly, no reason. It is as if their hearts just stopped beating." The police chief refused to comment beyond calling the murders "Preposterous and impossible". One can only hope that Ms. Knight will be the last victim of this heinous string of crimes.

This was strange, very strange. These "Impossible" murders sounded interesting and almost, inhuman. He chuckled to himself, inhuman was his specialty. He decided this would be an acceptable distraction and pocketed the article. He then proceeded to walk down a stone road and approach a rather odd looking box at the end. This box was not any ordinary box, it was a police box. It also wasn't any ordinary police box, it was bigger on the inside than on the outside, much bigger. He got out his key and unlocked the door, smiling as he walked in. this was the one and only place he would ever feel at home, his Tardis. It was indeed much bigger on the inside. It had a library, a swimming pool and even a wardrobe room! However, he rarely spent any time in there. This man was one who thirsted for adventure. He was constantly on the move, and it was rare for him to stay in one place for as long as he had now.

He looked up the names of the victims and found that they were all hermit types. They all had no known family and kept to themselves. That was his first step; find out everything that these women had in common.

After making countless lists and staring at an electronic screen for much too long, the man decided it was time for bed. As he lay down, he allowed her to flood his thoughts once again. He thought about her high pitched laugh, her craving for information, and how her face became red every time they fought. The last couple of years he had distracted himself, so that he could not experience the pain of loosing her. But, seeing her again, after he thought it impossible, brought all that pain right back to the surface, and it was there it stay. He fell asleep muttering a single word: Rose.

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