A/N: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter or Doctor Who

Once upon a time, there was a man. A fantastic man, brave and fearless. Adventure followed him wherever he went. "He wasn't from around here," my mother used to say. He was from the stars. A planet far, far away. This man was my father. He was a time traveller. All of space and time at his disposal and the universe had decided to bring the two of them together.

My mother was a special woman, as well. She might not have been from another planet, but she was different from everyone else. Her parents had been normal, so when she began to show special abilities it was concerning. Anya the Freak. Anya the Weirdo. Her parents had immigrated to America from Russia in an effort to escape communism. They didn't have much but they tried their best.

So when a letter came from a Salem academy, promising their daughter a better education, my grandparents heartily assented. There she learned what she was: a witch. Not warts-on-the-nose, green-skinned, evil witch. But a powerful and benevolent human possessing magical ability.

It was when my mother was twenty that she first met him. His ship had crash landed in a corn field near the house she was living in. The moment they met made history. He hadn't been to Earth much, he was interested in other planets. And my mother, being the poor farm girl that she was, wanted to see more. Salem had offered her an opportunity to get out of the small farming community she had grown up in; this man was offering her the opportunity to see the universe.

He didn't have company. He usually travelled alone. But my mother was special. She used her abilities to help him whenever they got into a pinch and they fought injustice across the stars together. Like most things, however, it ended.

Their relationship had been kept a secret, for him to marry a human would have been taboo. If her parents had known who he really was, they would have kept her from him. Still, they loved one another. So when a war broke out in space, between his people and a long-time enemy, he brought her back home. She said he had promised to come back but they both knew he wouldn't.

Nine months later, I came along. Years passed and there was still no word from him. This was Earth, after all. What would Earth know of an alien war? So, Mom did the best she could for us. She worked as a waitress during the day, while an old friend of hers looked after me. What little money she had inherited from her parents' when they died went to feeding and housing me. For all her abilities, she couldn't seem to be something.

I was two when it happened. My mother had been anxiously awaiting signs of what I would be. Would I be like her? Or would I be like my father? She said we were sitting on the sofa in our trailer together when she heard the noise. A terrible, ripping sound emanated from our small kitchen. And then she saw my hand.

My tiny hand outstretched, I was opening space itself. Looking through the rip, my mother saw an alternate version of our trailer. At that moment she knew how dangerous I could be; because something like that had to have come from magic and time being combined. From that time on, she watched me, carefully. I began spending time with a neighbor of ours, a little, old woman named Mrs. Combe. She was a witch like my mother and, between the two of them, they kept me from trouble. Little did I know my time with them was coming to an end.