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Chapter 1: Doctor Who?

~ AMY ~

Amelia woke up that morning outside of her house, lying on her suitcase. She was wearing bright red rain boots, a black coat, checkered mittens, and a red wool hat. She tried to remember the occurrences of the night before. She remembered certain things, though not in a particular order:

"Could I have an apple? All I can think about. Apples. I love apples. Maybe I'm having a craving? That's new. Never had cravings before."

"Did you come about the crack in my wall?"

"If you knocked this wall down, the crack would stay put, because the crack isn't in the wall."

"Two parts of space and time that should never have touched, pressed together right here in the wall of your bedroom."

"Prisoner Zero has escaped."

"Oh, that's a brilliant name. Amelia Pond. Like a name in a fairytale."

"Apple's rubbish. I hate apples."

"Are you trying to poison me?"

"Fish fingers and custard!"

"You know when grown-ups tell you everything's going to be fine and you think they're probably lying to make you feel better?" "Yes." "Everything's going to be fine."

"You've got a real time machine?"

"Give me five minutes, I'll be right back." "People always say that." "Am I people? Do I even look like people? Trust me. I'm the Doctor."

'The Doctor,' Amelia thought. 'Doctor who?' That was that last thing he said to her before he left. Five minutes, he promised her. It was now 11 hours that had passed, and still - no Doctor.

Amelia stood up and began walking back into her house, dragging her suitcase along behind her.

"Amelia! Where have you been? I have been worried sick about you!" Amelia's aunt Sharon burst out as she walked in the front door.

"I was only in the front yard. I thought you would have noticed when you came home last night - or at least checked to see if I was in bed."

"I came in through the back. And what were you doing in the front yard all night, anyways?"

'Aunt Sharon was never this mad at me,' Amelia thought. "It doesn't matter, I'm going to my room."

Amelia walked up the stairs, struggling to pull the suitcase behind her.

Amelia laid on her bed, angry and upset, thinking about last night, one again. The crack in her wall...the Doctor...a time machine...fish fingers and custard? Why had the Doctor not come back? Five minutes, he promised five minutes.

If he owned a time machine, five minutes should be no problem.

Suddenly, a letter flew in through her bedroom window, the same window where she had first laid eyes on the blue police box. She grabbed the letter from off the floor, there was no return address, but the label read:

Ms. Amelia Jessica Pond

Leadworth

No address, just her name and town. Amelia ripped it open curiously, but it did not contain a piece of regular paper. It was parchment paper? The letter read:

4 April 1987

Dear Ms. Amelia Jessica Pond,

If you have not already been informed, you are a witch. I probably should not be telling you this through a letter, but it was very urgent. Usually, children receive these letters the summer of when they are eleven years old, but we had to make an exception.

Your aunt Sharon has been informed of this information as well but has been keeping it from you for your own safety.

You are in danger. You will be moved to a new house immediately, in order to ensure your safety. Your new address will be the following:

12 Grimmauld Place Islington, London, England

At your arrival, a guardian will be appointed to you. Her name is Nymphadora Tonks, though she does not go by her first name, so you will address her as Tonks. She is fourteen years of age, and is a bit clumsy, but is wise beyond her years.

She has been living in Grimmauld Place since this past September instead of attending Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry so that she can be your guardian. You will be leaving on the 17th of April.

Please have all of your belongings packed by then. Show this letter to your aunt, she will understand. I will arrive at your house in Leadworth on the 17th of April to escort you to Grimmauld Place.

Yours Sincerely,

Prof. McGonagall

Professor Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

'A witch? Like from fairy tales? I guess that would fit me perfectly,' Amelia thought. The night previous, the Doctor had said her name, Amelia Pond, was like a name from a fairy tale. Did he know that she was going to receive this letter? Did he know that she was a witch? 'Of course, he couldn't,' that was Amelia's final thought before descending down the stairs and running into the kitchen to find her Aunt Sharon sitting at the kitchen table.

"Aunt Sharon?" Amelia asked with hesitation in her voice. "Yes, Amelia. What is it?" Aunt Sharon's voice sounded kind, maybe this wouldn't be as hard as she thought.

"Um, I just got this letter. It says it from a Professor named Minerva McGonagall. I thought I should show it to you." Amelia held out the letter and Aunt Sharon grabbed it from her. "That's absurd, who's Miner —"

Before she could finish speaking, she was reading the letter. After reading it, she looked at Amelia, with a scared look in her eye. "You will get all of your belongings together. You only have two weeks." But Amelia stood there confused, not moving an inch. "Go!" Aunt Sharon yelled. Amelia ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her room to begin packing. But before she could leave the kitchen completely, she heard quiet sobs coming from her aunt.


A/N Hey guys, this is first Fanfiction, so if it's bad I'm sorry! Each chapter will be told from one charcters perspective, it won't change in the minddle of the chapter. I'm only going to continue this story if peopleseem o be liking it, though. If you do like it, please review and follow this story. I would really appreciate it. Thank you so much!