A/N: This fanfic is the sequel to 'The Ponds & The Blue Box of Timey Wimey Stuff', however- you do not have to have read part I to read this fic! Basically, Amy abruptly left Hogwarts with the Doctor aged 11, leaving Rory behind, who she had agreed to have a first date with. Only Mels and Hermione knows where Amy actually is, everyone else is told that she has transferred school. That is all you will need to understand the fic, but feel free to read part I if you please! Also, some of this fic will contain swearing, part I did not, so I thought I'd warn you. Thanks for reading! xxx

Amy was flung out of the TARDIS, the door smashing behind her.

"No!" She pounded on the wood in an attempt to smash it open, knowing that her attempt would be useless.
"Please! Doctor it isn't fair! After everything that happened- all I've been through-you can't."

The Doctor placed his head on the door frame, frowning deeply. How had it come to this? Why does it always have to end to this? Amy was right, after the hell she had endured, forcing her leave would be almost torture, but what choice did he have? Some times you have to choose between what is right, and what is easy. And this was defiantly not easy.

"I have to Amy. You're too young. I should've sent you home after that first trip, but I didn't. I can't put you through that pain ever again. I have to do this Amy..."

She was far too young. The ginger was nearly fifteen, accounting to only a Forth Year at school. The Doctor had so many companions, carefully hand-picked to ensure they were physically and mentally ready for all the wonders of the universe. The TARDIS had so much power, it could easily turn someone insane. But it seemed that he was getting sloppy in his standards. Amy Pond was wonderful, and spending time with the Scottish girl had been more than fun to say the least. But, taking a child on the TARDIS, he had no idea what effect it would have. He never wanted to treat Amy like an experiment, but that was what she had evolved into, over time. An experiment that arguably went wrong.

The Doctor had no idea of the ways in which all the circumstances would turn sour so easily. He had simply taken Amy to New Earth, a popular destination to take his companions. The girl spent most of trip in denial that they had even travelled in time, but other than that, being so young had no effect on Amy's experience. The Doctor saw this as a green light, all his fears and doubts were clearly wrong. 'One more trip, Amy.' He had said. 'I should show you the past, it only makes sense after presenting the future to you.'

This continued for 2 years in all. The pair would spend a month or so in different pockets of time, with little drama. The danger level was low, The Doctor chose specifically safe areas, where he knew a bubonic plague wouldn't spur out of no-where. This would ensure that Amy wasn't going to get attacked by an alien invasion.

All in all, things had gone wonderfully. The Doctor enjoyed the company of a younger companion, mainly because the Doctor saw himself as a bit of a child anyway. And apart from having to be more conscious of the dangers surrounding Amy, things were not very different at all. He was still rambling on to her about different theories, showing off, and having arguments with his TARDIS.

But even Timelords can make mistakes.
Slip-up.
And one slip-up is all it takes.
To change someone's life.

xxx

The castle hadn't changed much. The trees were the same, the air was the same, the bricks still held up the school proudly. Appearance-wise, the castle was identical to that of a castle 3 years ago. But there seemed to be a buzz about the place, a source of excitement throbbing from Amy's heart.
Was it that she had missed the place?
Missed her friends?
Missed Rory?
"No." The girl muttered to herself. "It feels different. Like something is going on. A new vibe."
Her instinct wasn't wrong, either.

She pressed her hand against the brick wall of the castle, before noticing she had two shadows. But not in the Vashta Nerada sense, that the Doctor had mentioned to her. It was someone elses shadow.

"I hoped you'd be returning soon, Miss Pond."

Amy swung around, to see a tall, silver-beareded male standing before her. She was in awe of the man. It'd been so long.
"Professor Dumbledore!"
She wanted to throw herself onto him, like he was a figure of her dreams, becoming reality.
But it wasn't that, she just really hadn't talked to him in a long time.

"I trust the Doctor has placed you in the correct year? How old are you?"

The man examined Amy. They always say everything changes from the age of 11-16. In those five years, a girl's body changes completely. Amy was no exception to this. Her face had become more defined, her legs were beginning to extend to the moon and back, and she was generally more toned, though that would've been a result of all the running around she had done. Well, that and the shooting.
But the biggest change in Amy had been her hair. It was once long, wavy, and blossomy ginger. Now it had been sheered off to a bob, curling towards her face. It also looked slightly darker, but this was natural development.

"I'm fourteen. I'll be fifteen in a few months."

The wise-mans face lit up with delight. "Perfect! I believe that your friend's are also entering their fourth year. The start of the year feast is just drawing to a close. You may rejoin, I'm sure they have missed you dearly."

The girl grinned. At least she had Hogwarts. Hogwarts would never abandon her.
But one question still quivered in her mind, she had no idea what had happened regarding her absence.
"Sir, do people think I'm dead?"

He chuckled, the moonlight hitting his spectacles.
"No Miss. Pond. You have been officially recorded as transferred, but what you choose to say to your friends is your own choice. Your guardians have been informed of the truth, do not worry."

She smiled, nodding. "Thank you, sir."

The girl walked off to rejoin the path. She had no idea how Dumbledore knew everything about her situation with the Doctor, but she didn't care. At least everything had been taken care of.
"Oh and Miss Pond?"

Amy turned around once more, giving the great wizard her full attention.
"Yes?"

"Hogwarts had been chosen to host the Tri-Wizard Tournament this year. The school is currently joined by two other schools, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and the Durmstrang Institute. I trust that you will be welcoming."

xxx

The Great Hall was almost empty, as the night was drawing to a close. There was small cliques of students mingling with the new guests, and the occasional starving student taking thirds of puddings, but there was no sign of any forth years.
Or at least, her friends as she remembered them.

Hermione took a double take of Amy, as she headed for the exit. She was clutching some borrowed books, leant to her by some Durmstrangs, to Ron's annoyance.
At first the less-bushy haired girl thought that Amy was a new student, before it clicked in her mind.
"Amy?" She asked in shock, approaching the ginger.
"It is you! Amy!" The girl enthusiastic flung herself onto the other, but Amy wasn't quite sure how to react.

"You look so different! I didn't notice you for a second!"

"Yeah? No kidding..." Amy had also failed to identify Hermione. She looked smarter, maturer, and her hair had calmed down considerably. Whether or not that was Hermione's own doing- was unknown.

Amy popped her chewing gum, trying to find words to speak to Hermione. She couldn't exactly just explain where she had been, and it would be easiest with Hermione, because she knew the truth.
Amy wasn't worried about talking about the first two years of her extravgent adventures, the perfect beginning, the perfect middle, but how was she supposed to explain the ending?

She could make it up, of course. Claim that she'd had enough, and wanted to get on with her life, and so the Doctor had dropped her off, said his goodbyes.
But she couldn't just pretend the last year of her life hadn't happened, because that year had defined her.

Her morals, her behaviour, her mentality.
If that year hadn't happened, her life would've been so different.

They always say that near death experiences, especially at a young age- change you.
They also spend years preparing soldiers for wars, in an attempt to prevent them from becoming savage, rebellious, or otherwise.

Nothing could've prepared Amy for what she had gone through.
Yes, she had survived.
Yes, going through it all had changed her.
Could she change back into that innocent, shy, girl?
Probably.
Did she want to?
Unknown.

"So, go on then! Tell me everything."
Hermione grinned happily, slightly disheartened that Amy didn't seem thrilled to see her, back.
But she could understand, it had been three years, people grow apart.
But there was something about Amy that seemed different.
She was so, rugged. She had buried herself in a hard shell, and was showing little emotion.

"Is everything OK?"

"I think I'm going to go to sleep. Get ready for the big reunion tomorrow." She stated, popping her gum.

Hermione laughed. "Yes, it's going to be... interesting. Come on then, let's get to common room."

Amy hated how she was being treated like she didn't know her way around. Like she wasn't independent.
Because if she was one thing- it was independent.

One Year Earlier
xxx

The dust was thick, hurling into her face. The wind was howling violently. It was like she was in some kind of sand storm.
The ground beneath her was all sand too- maybe she was in a desert?

Grabbing her scarf, she wrapped it around her face, trying to avoid sand from getting into her mouth or nose. Her long, wavy hair covered her ears, as long as she faced away from the ferocious gusts of wind.
The scared girl looked around furiously, looking for shelter. The place seemed deserted. There was good reason why.

Curling up in a ball, she stood a better chance of not getting thrown around by the wind, that was increasing in speed.
"Come on Doctor, please." She muttered, her face burried into her legs, trying to block all of her senses.

She wished she was back home, on the TARDIS.
Where was the Doctor? Was he coming? Of course he was. He always comes.

The noise coming from the wind was becoming unbearable, the sand hitting her body so hard it hurt, like rapid pellet fire.
She was in too much pain to cry.
Over and over she cursed the Doctor, hoping that she'd hear the comforting vworp of his blue box.

A few minutes later, she began to hear something. She couldn't quite tell, her ears were shutting down, eardrums banging furiously.
A large khaki Jeep pulled up next to the girl, two soldiers staring down at her.

"Is she alive?" One asked to the other, reaching for his gun.
The other signalled with his hand to refrain from firing.
"Sir, if she's about to die, I think she'd rather it were quick, rather than dragged out. Death by the sand is horrific. Look at her sir, she's tiny.

"Little girl? Are you alright?" Called the other solider, clearly in charge.
"Little girl!"

Amy raised her head slightly, registering the noise.
"H-h-help me" She muttered, sand blowing into her mouth.

"Shit! John, help me, we're picking her up."

"What? But sir, what if she's the enemy?"

"John, look at her."

Amy was curled up, shaking, and whimpering in pain. She looked so helpless, alone, and lost.

"I guess sir, if she is the enemy, we can torture her for information."

"Just help me get her in."

The door of the Jeep opened, and the pair jumped out, and forced their way through the sand to Amy. "Little girl? We're here to help, OK. Stay still, we're going to take you to HQ."
John lifted Amy to her feet, but her legs were now jelliod, she couldn't hold her own weight in these conditions.

"Sir?" He asked, panicking.

The other solider grabbed one of Amy's arms, signalling for John to take the other. "We'll lift her in."

The pair supported the girl, trudging back through the sand. "Shit, this storm is fucking horrific." John groaned, as they helped Amy into the vehicle.
Of course the soldiers were equipped with gear to deal with sand storms. Their helmets prevented sand from getting in their face, and their thick clothing was was rugged.

They got in their-selves, slamming the Jeep door shut.
"Shit, that was bad."
The men turned to Amy, who was beginning to recover.

"What's going on?" She asked, having little awareness of what had just happened.

"Don't worry, you're safe, we've got you."

"Did the Doctor send you?"

"Doctor Martin?"

"Who? No, My Doctor. The Doctor."

They looked at the girl blankly. How could she have a different Doctor? Everyone's Doctor was Martin. Maybe she was the enemy.

"We'll take you to Doctor Martin, he'll check you over, little girl. What's your name?"

"A-amy. Amy P-pond." She stuttered, still petrified.

"It's ok, Amy, we've got you. You're going to be safe. Well, from the sand storms anyway. What were you doing out of the complex? You're not allowed to leave!"

Amy looked clueless.
"W-what complex? I'm sorry, I'm not from here. Wh-where am I?"

The men looked at each other in astonishment. "You don't know where you are?" They confirmed.

"No, I just got dropped off...where am I? Who are you, what is going on?"

John shot a worried look once more at the other solider. "Better get her back to HQ, immediately, sir."

"Agreed."

John stepped on the accelerator, the Jeep screeching through the sand.

The other picked up his communications device. "This is Corporal Pete and Private John here. We've picked up a girl, goes by the name of Amy Pond. Check the records. She was in the middle of a sand-storm, and has suffered some kind of brain damage. Please inform Doctor Martin immediately. Over."

So here we go!
As I said, I've gone for a different feel for this one, as well as slightly different formatting.
If you have any suggestions e.c.t, please let me know!
I hoped you enjoy guys!
(I wanted to get started on it, but I don't know when i'll next update because I have exams over the next 2 weeks. I will try to though!)

And please review! Thankyou! xxx