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I don't own Harry Potter or Doctor Who. If I did Rory and Amy wouldn't have been sent back in time and Fred wouldn't have died.
Hermione Granger was walking down the lone streets of Manhattan as she searched for the graveyard. The war had taken a toll on everyone but for Harry and Hermione it had taken much more from the both of them. Many had lost family and friends during the harsh battle that spread across both the Wizarding part of Britain and the muggle part as well.
As the war came to a close Harry and Ron had both become aurors and Ginny had turned to professional quidditch. Hermione had been asked back to Hogwarts to teach transfiguration, as Professor McGonagall became head of the school. Ginny was playing for the Holyhead Harpies and they were touring the world to promote world quidditch meets. Harry and Ron were split up during the training as people knew how well they work together but wanted to see how they did separately.
Harry was transferred to Albania hunting wizards there but Ron had no current case so he decided to visit Ginny in America. It turns out that both Harry and Ron were meant to be there as the Death Eaters thought he was sure to find Ginny as they expected him to be paired with Ron. They attacked the Quidditch stadium Ginny was playing in and more than 8000 people were killed as the stadium collapsed. That included Ginny and Ron. Every year since, Hermione and Harry had gone to see the grave of their best friends. Harry had a mission this year so Hermione was left alone to mourn the loss of her two friends by her self. She sat herself on the cold, hard December ground by their graves as she began to tell her friends the story of the past year.
She had spent at least 4 hours sitting there, talking to them as if they could actually hear what she was talking about. The graveyard was now deserted as she stood to leave, brushing leaves and specks of dust of from her clothes she spotted something strange in the corner of her eye. It was a blue box, about the same size as a red London telephone box and had police written on it. Soon the doors were flung open to reveal a man wearing a bowtie and a light brown tweed jacket and a girl with the hair so red it could have rivaled Ginny's. They walked off further inside of the graveyard. The man's head was looking at the gravestones as he passed her, obviously looking for something specific as the girl trailed behind him complaining how it was cold and it was beginning to rain.
When she could no longer hear their voices she crept up to the box and dragged her fingers over the wooden door. She tried to peer inside of the box but couldn't because of her naturally short stature. She tried knocking on the door and pulling the handle but despite her trying to open the door using magic, it just wouldn't budge. She kept trying until she heard footsteps and was spun around as the man said to her,
"What are you doing to my Tardis?"
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