This is my first fanfic, so not totally sure how this works. It's a Doctor Who/ Harry Potter world story, that takes place about a week after the Cursed Child. Leave a review and enjoy :)

Hermione was a very practical witch.

However, it had been a long, stressful week, and an early morning walk to work would do her some good. She knew every inch of the way, of course. Every streetlamp, bench, sign, business, house, and even the cracks in the sidewalk. Attention to detail was important, especially to the Minister of Magic. This calm was a change from the Ministry, who were scrambling after what was now known as the "Time Turner Incident". It was very comforting to see these common things exactly as they should be, as they always were.

So it is very reasonable for her to be utterly surprised and slightly troubled by the 1900's blue police box on the side of the street.

Other people pay attention to detail, and other people, specifically Muggles, might notice something out of place like that. One thing can lead to another, and soon there could be wizards mass Obliviating everyone who owns a telly. Hermione shook her head, thinking, How could a witch or wizard be so careless? Lucky I found it this early, before any Muggles could stumble across it. She knocked, receiving no reply. Pushing at the door, she found it locked. With a sigh, she pulled out her wand.

"Alohomora," she whispered, and with a satisfying click, it swung open. She tucked her wand back into her robes as she looked around. "Hello? Is anyone here? It's the Ministry, and by order of the Statute of Secrecy, this can not be on the side of the street."

It was bigger on the inside, but Hermione expected that, of course. No wizard in his right mind would travel around in a regular police box. A man in a striped suit poked his head out from behind the peculiar machine in the middle of the room. He looked discombobulated and vaguely insane as he looked her straight in the eye.

"What are you doing in my TARDIS? And how did you get in here at all?"