Rose Tyler blinked her eyes open, groggily peeling back the layers of sleep, when she realized something was wrong. She was on a train. And there were two boys, she guessed around 11, sleeping in the seats across from her. One had sticky-up hair and was wearing a pinstripe suit and trainers, and one was wearing a black greatcoat. Strange, that was like what the Doctor and Jack wore. She then stood up, and found she was much closer to the ground then she normally was. Crap.

"Doctor!" said, shaking the boy in the seat. When the Doctor started to show signs of waking up, she moved onto Jack, being careful not to make too much of a fuss, as there were probably other people on the train. The Doctor jumped up from his seat, looking around. He looked quizzically at Rose, and then at Jack, before realization dawned over him and he looked down at himself. He smiled bemusedly, before saying,

"This is a new one."

At this point, Jack had woken up as well. He was much calmer than Rose had been, and when he realized what had happened, he smiled too. Was Rose the only one freaked out by this?

"Where do you suppose we are?" Rose asked the Doctor.

"Well, from the train we are on, I would guess 1800's but you seem to be wearing clothes that are more fitting to the late 20th century, and I'm assuming that whoever has done this would take into account the era. They seemed to have wanted to make us comfortable, as they gave me a smaller version of my suit, and Jack a smaller version of his coat."

"Hey Doc, I think you should come look at this." Jack had been going through one of the trunks that had been stored above their heads. "It's all very strange. This trunk has my name on it, but I own none of the stuff. The clothes look like they would fit me at this age though. Oh, and there's a trunk for each of you too, but yours says John Smith, Doctor." At this, Jack pulled out a wooden stick and several books. "These were the most interesting things." The books were titled 'The Standard Book of Spells: Grade One', 'A History of Magic', and other similar titles. The stick was ornately carved, and about 10 inches long. Other things in the trunk included a cauldron, a telescope, and other strange looking odds and ends.

"It seems we may have stepped into a world of magic." said the Doctor slowly, as if trying to wrap his head around the concept. Normally he was the one who understood everything and had to help others understand.

"We should find someone who knows what they're doing, and ask them some questions." said The Doctor, jumping up. "Come on." he said, and Jack and Rose followed him out of the compartment.

Soon, they came across a compartment with two identical boys with ginger hair in it.

"Look!" said the Doctor excitedly. "Gingers! One of these times, I will be ginger." he said, knocking on the compartment door. Getting a nod from the twins, he opened the compartment door and asked "Can we ask you some questions?" When the twins nodded again, the Doctor let himself in. "First things first. What are your names?"

"Fred and George Weasley." They had been expecting this slightly odd first year to be asking them about their pranks, but now they weren't so sure.

"Good. Where are we?" The twins looked at him as if he were crazy, but Jack butted in.

"Someone just memory jinxed him. He can't remember the past few weeks and he thought we were pranking him about all this. He wanted an outside opinion, someone random, and not in on the joke. I'm Jack by the way." he said, flashing them his winning grin.

"Don't you start." said the Doctor sternly. Fred and George watched the exchange closely, and with interest. Something was very off about these first years.

"I'm Rose." said Rose, feeling left out of the conversation. "You should probably just answer him, he's a bit of a nutter."

George and Fred just stared at the odd trio for a moment before George answered, "You're on the Hogwarts Express."

"That's what they said. Good. Now, where are we going?"

"Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Wonderful. One last question now. What year is it?"

"1993" Fred said. These questions were getting stranger by the minute.

"Thank you. That will be all." The Doctor, Rose and Jack left the compartment, leaving a very confused Fred and George.

When the got back to their compartment, Jack and Rose started to discuss what would be the best course of action, whereas the Doctor had procured a newspaper and was reading it intently. After he finished with the newspaper, he moved onto the books. He finished reading them all in about an hour.

"I think I have a good concept of our situation now. We, as 11 year olds, are going to go to a school for wizards and witches. This school is very highly regarded, and it has four houses. Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. I'm worried we may not end up in the same house, but luckily I still have my sonic, and will be able to get some means of communication up. In the meantime, we will have too meet in private to figure out why we were sent here and who sent us."

Rose rolled her eyes, sensing a truly epic ramble coming on.

"Right now, there is a murderer on the loose by the name of Sirius Black, but I don't think we will have to-" The Doctor broke off, frowning. The air had suddenly gone cold and he was starting to feel quite dismal. Recognizing a mental attack, he put up his barriers as fast as he could, but before he was done, he felt himself crumpling to the floor, reliving every terrible thing that had ever happened to him.