AN: First Fanfic so please be nice to me. Got the idea from a tumblr post and still trying to work on where its going to go, so reviews will probably help me a lot. I currently don't have internet so first few chapters are going to posted pretty slowly.

Starts right after the Doctor leaves Rose on the beach the first time alone... and on the Harry Potter hand a year or two after the final war and no one is married yet, yes Ron is a prat :)

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING, me just a poor girl sharing her imagination.

Since its my first time posting, I have no idea how to use this system so have me patience and if I misspell something so sorry.

ONTO THE STORY!

Chapter 1

Flip that switch.

Turn that knob.

One, two three pumps,

run around, pull that lever.

"Come on, come on!"

Turn the dial

Press some buttons

Hit that... that... there!

Type, type, type

pull, push, twist, press and turn!

"COME ON!"

He hit the control a lot harder than he meant to a jolt went through the whole room.

"Oh-oh..." he looked around to see if that was all, almost a sigh was out of his mouth when another jolt tossed him across the room. "oh no, no, no , no, no!"

He ran quickly to the control panel and tried to fix the mess he made, turning dials pulling levers, not knowing it was too late and now he was spinning out of control. A fire suddenly erupted over one side and his eyes widened, taking off his jacket he tried to put it out.

Another jolt tossed him to a column and he was knocked out, a familiar whoosh whoosh whoosh went through the room.

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Hermione was bored, really really really bored.

Since they defeated the Dark Lord and the world wasn't in danger of a crazy lunatic everything went back to normal. People who were in hiding were able to go back to Hogwarts and finish school, and everything was normal. There were a few death eaters out there that just wouldn't give up, but apart from that the MoM was fine under Kingsley, Harry was automatically accepted into aurory squad along with Ron.

Hermione decided she wanted to become a medi-witch, since she had seen all the damage, she wanted a way to make sure there were no one in pain as long as she could help. It would also be rather handy with the way the boys always got themselves in trouble.

Hermione smiled at the memory of how she excelled at her medi-witch exams, it was relatively easy with all she already knew when they were in hiding, and hunting horcruxes. She still took it very seriously and studied for six months straight. Typical Hermione.

In all actuality, she liked working at St. Mugos, but she was getting bored. She missed being eleven and that all the new things to learn about the magical world, how there were hundreds of shelves of new information for her morbid curiosity to munch on.

After so many years in the verge of danger with Riddle on their heels, life seemed dull without so much danger.

At the age of 22 Hermione Granger was a very, very bored witch.

Sighing Hermione pulled on her jacket before heading out to the ever busy London streets, heading for her flat a few blocks away. She used to live with Harry and Ron, but it got awkward and messy when Ron cheated on her with Lavander, the prick. It took a while to get over his stupid stunt and get back into the friendship the trio used to have. In all actuality Hermione was kinda glad of breaking up with Ron, he was too possessive and wanted Hermione to be the next Molly Weasley and stay home to make lots of babies and cook him his food. Something Hermione was in no way going to conform to.

Since then she lived in a little flat near St. Muggos, which she walked to and fro every day.

It was a routine now and her route crossed the public library so she could check out a few when in need of new material.

It was cold night, she pulled on her jacket to close it a little more, unlike many of the wizarding folks, she preferred muggle clothing. Really there wasn't anything more annoying than not having pockets where to carry stuff. It gained her some raised eyebrows at work but no-one dared question the golden girl of Gryffindor, friend of Harry Potter.

A turn left and now into the creepiest alley of London. She could of course gone another way but it would take a whole lot more time. As her life stood she hoped someone would try and mugg her, that way at least she would have something to do and think about.

She keep walking down the alley and squinted in the dark trying to see if there was at least a homeless she could be bother with...

As she passed halfway down the stretch she heard some trashcans move, she turned and pointed her wand that was not in sight a second ago to two pair of yellow eyes.

"Ugh, really a cat?" Hermione said exasperated.

BOOM!

Hermione almost fell forward when something crashed behind her, turning around she saw something extremely peculiar...

A blue police box on fire...

"What in the world?" Hermione was sure the police box had just crashed, maybe a portkey gone wrong or something because the thing was not there before and since it was on fire it must be malfunctioning. Wait if it's a portkey... where are the passangers?

Suddenly, a white faced Hermione rushed to open the doors and saw that said portkey must have an enlarging charm inside because it was huge!

Trying to blink away the smoke she saw a slim person lying on the floor, she rushed over casting an Aguamenti to the fire she saw as she passed. She reached what appeared to be a man and turned him over, unconcious, wizard in mid thirties, irregular heartbeat, checking vitals. She recited in her head as she waved her wand over the man. What in the world? Her eyebrows rose at the colors and symbols that appeared in front of her.

"N-not human," she whispered almost squealed.

She looked once more at the person laying before her, but he looks like one... odd. A crack reminded her that the room was on fire and decided that the man/alien/what-ever-it-was, was fine for now and went to put out the fire on what appear to be a machine of some sort.

A few aguamentis latter she saw the room to be full of smoke, but fire free. What if there were others? She thought out of the sudden. "Hello? Can anybody hear me? Hello!"

She turned around in a full circle and saw nobody, just then a low humming from the machine thing came along, "Hello?" Hermione repeated and the machined hummed again.

She came closer to the machine and pointed its wand at it, remembering the accident of Riddles diary in Ginny's hands 'don't trust anything if you can't see where it keeps its brain,' if this thing was sentinent she would keep an eye on it. "Can you hear me?"

The machine hummed again and a light turned on, flashing over the body of the man/alien/thing.

"You want me to help him?"

Another hum more steady, when Hermione coughed and bated her hand against the smoke suddenly an air vacuum started and cleared the air.

Well it seems ok till now. "Thank you," she told the machine as she passed it by.

She knelt in front of the man/alien/oh-for-goodness-sake-what-ever! and since she knew nothing of his anatomy started with the most basic nursing one-o-one physical examination. She removed his tie and opened up his shirt, well he isn't he a looker. Her head raised at such alien though -no pun intended-, right it's late for you Hermione. What do we have here? It seems like a bi-cardiac system, regular... MY regular set of lungs, normal respiratory system, and what appears to be a regular digestive system. Breathing somewhat shallow, she opened one of his eyes with a hand and lighted her wand with the other, pupils dilated and unresponsive, seems to be a head trauma, possibly a concussion.

"Did he hit his head?" Hermione asked the machine, feeling slightly goofy at doing so.

The machine hummed and then growled and even seemed to whine, what an odd machine.

"Well... I'll take that as a yes since he has a bump on his head and seems to have a concussion." To this there was another whining sound. "I say that those dark circles around his eyes won't help his condition either. Is there a place I can lay him down?" Swishing and flicking her wand she levitated the man and turned to see a hallway she hadn't noticed before. Oh look I'm back at Hogwarts with the vanishing and manifesting doors/hallways.

She walked the narrow hallway and a door opened for her, she brought the man/alien/stop it, in and set him in a four poster bed in the middle of a very messy room. Sighing she flicked her wand again and started sorting through the mess, she had a slight problem with OCD that used to drive Ronald mad.

A couple of wand waves latter she put a glass of water on the bed table next to the man and left the room closing the door behind her. Hermione returned to the control room, "hey did you crash or something?"

The machine growled and the lights turned red.

"Hey! I certainly wasn't the one who set you on fire and I'm pretty sure that guy over there wasn't either," she said pointing over her shoulder towards the hallway.

The lights turned white again and the machine gave a low whine.

"Geez... Well, he seems fine, but I wouldn't know for sure, heck I don't even know what he is." She looked around, "you don't have any books so I can make sure or something?"

After two minutes of silence Hermione was about to give up when another hallway appeared and Hermione strained to hear a very low whine.

She went slowly and cautiously, she didn't have that man floating in front of her as a guarantee, and she saw a door opening. As she reached it she stood still at the door frame.

"Oh my God..." was all she could utter in shock. A library bigger than she had ever seen before stood in front of her, her right hand twitched, and a smile went across her face.