She wasn't sure what she was doing on the train tracks. One moment, she was watching Victoire, with her hand on Teddy's thigh, and a malicious smirk sent Lily's way, next, she was laying in the dirt, barefoot, and listening to a train whistle in the distance. The young Slytherin was, of course smart, she would wiggle her way out of this one, too. Even if it meant cheating death.

When she opened her eyes, there was a concerned man in a bow-tie looming over her. She did the obvious thing and screamed, causing him to stumble backwards. "What on earth are you doing? A train could come." He exclaimed. She fought back a laugh and pushed herself up. She fixed her too tight fitting shirt, and smoothed her too short skirt. Her stocking were a mess, but she ignored them and picked up her heels. The man in the bow-tie watched her with a peculiar expression, she fought back a jibe, wondering if it would sting him like it would sting others. Probably not.

She walked away from him, red curls swirling in the wind, knowing that he still had that expression on his face and, oddly, wanted to smack it off. People annoyed her, even the ones she didn't know. Perfection was never her strong suit, with the Daily Prophet breathing down your back it was something that you kind of needed, though. Of course, being the only girl in the Potter family made her the only whore. Rumors. Rumors that her family believed, even though she'd never acted on them. Might as well give them something to talk about, she'd though, as she put on clothes that anyone would say were too small for her.

She passed a blue police box, and stared at it for a minute, confused, it hadn't been here before. She stepped away from it, her thin frame stumbling as her heel caught on a rock. "Fucking rock." She spat at the blue box, as though it was it's fault. Yes she was definitely crazy, she though, as she stepped away from the box, heading down the familiar street that was hers. She hated it, especially the name. It's not like Godric Gryffindor himself built this village, why name him after it? It made sense, when she thought about, so she tried not to think about. She thought what she thought, even if in a different sense it made sense.

When she arrived home, she did her best not to command attention to herself. Just slipped through the front door, and up the stairs, past the upstairs sitting room, and to her own. No need to stop and say hello, certainly not with the way she looked. She slipped out of her skirt, and out of her shirt, and through them into a pile of laundry. Next came her stockings, which she simply threw in the garbage. She didn't particularly like them anyway. She put on her button up white shirt, and a nice high waisted skirt that was floral printed. Then put some stuff in her hair and put it into a braid.

She didn't let anyone know, but braids were Teddy's favorite hairstyle.

They didn't need to know the hate she harbored for Victoire, or the love she harbored for Teddy, who she couldn't call her best mate anymore. She wasn't sure what she could call him. He wasn't anything of hers. He belonged, almost completely, to Victoire, who had no problem reminding her of it. Nobody took notice of her when she came down the stairs. She let out a sigh of relief.

"And I think that that slytherin I befriended in third year married her cousin, it was in the daily prophet." Her mother was telling Hermione.

"Oh, ew! I thought we left all of that behind when the war ended!" Hermione replied in a disgusted voice.

"Well, if their in love," Lily said, "what the fuck does it matter? I mean, I thought that love was the answer to everything."
The reaction was everything that she could have hoped for. Everyone, with the exception of Teddy, was mildly surprised at Lily's choice of words. The table was silent until her uncle Charlie gave a loud guffaw and clapped her on the back. "Mouth like a sailor this one!"

He'd always been her favourite. He never judged, he never believed the rumors.. Yep, most definitely her favourite. The rest of her family didn't know what to stay, but a good quality of them glared at Charlie as Lily gave a small chuckle. She was still staring at her mother and father, as though daring them to disagree with her. They stayed silent. Slowly but surely the conversations went back to normal, though they darted glances at Lily as though she were going to burst again. Of course, she didn't. But Teddy's gaze stayed oddly calculating, as though trying to read her. Good luck with that, she thought bitterly, never did you much good.

In a way the only she and him could see, she raised her middle finger, causing a fine blush to wash over his face. She swore in that moment her ovaries exploded. He was adorable, lovable, and impossible to hate, though she did her best. He let her see a goofy grin, then quickly went back to speaking to a perfect blonde that Lily despised in every way, even though she'd never really seen that goofy grin that Teddy only did for Lily. The woman's engagement ring caught in the light, and Lily found herself hating her even more, maybe even hating Teddy a little because to him she was just Little Lily Luna.

She thought about a man in bow-tie with a concerned expression, and the butterflies in her stomach went back to normal. She liked bow-ties, she liked them a lot, she liked that man's bow-tie, she liked that man. She was almost saddened by the knowledge that she'd never see him again. She didn't want to see him again. Though, she already knew that she'd probably go back, and when she did, she knew that she'd be clinging onto the hope of seeing the blue police box.

x

True to her word, she went back a few weeks later. This time he was sitting in front of the blue box, sipping tea. She cleared her throat. "Oh! Hello again! I din't think we ever introduced ourselves! I'm the Doctor." He said proudly, and held out a hand. "Lily." She replied skeptically. "And Doctor what? That's not a name, it's a title.."
"Well that's a lovely name, as far as human names go,"
Lily furrowed her brow? Human names? "Wha-" She began, but he was already walking away. She followed him, and every once and a while he checked back to see if she was still.

He irritated her, she hadn't even spoken twenty words to him, and she felt the hate bubbling inside of her like a long forgotten friend. He seemed quite oblivious to the fact that she was cursing him in her mind. Snow swirled around her, getting caught in her eye-lashes and bright red hair.

After a bit, he stopped and turned around to stare at her. She stopped, too, and stared back. The wind blew violently, tugging at her messy mane of red curls and nipping at her skin.

The 'Doctor' was staring at it. This made her extremely self conscious, as though he were going to start judging her on her hair. He hadn't said anything, though, this made her feel a bit better. But not much, because it was easy to judge people silently, her family had done it since she was eleven and sorted into Slytherin. He didn't appear judgementful though. Just like he was regarding her. "You seem... off." She told him snippily, trying to rouse a reaction out of him. He just chuckled, "No, I'm very much off." He told her. She rolled her eyes and muttered something about checking his grammar.

He was wearing boots, they looked like the combat boots that were harbored in her brother's closet. She liked them, and she told him so. "Thank you." He said excitedly back to her. "I like them, too!" In a way he reminded her of Teddy, so she really, really was not liking him. He left, as she was thinking, stealing away into a blue box. "Goodbye, Lily Luna." He called from inside, she opened her mouth to say she wasn't leaving, but couldn't utter a word as it disappeared into thin air. She must have imagined him, and the blue box. He wasn't a wizard, no wand, no muttering about her being a Potter.

He was just a normal person, so yes. Yes, she must have imagined it.

She saw him again on Christmas, two years later. He was in her back garden, looking particulary smug. This made her raise her eye-brows. She ducked under her uncles arm and walked away from the table without anyone noticing, not even Teddy, and that actually hurt a lot more than she thought it would. She wondered when they had become so oblivious to her, so un-noticing. She supposed it was sad that she'd only noticed now, they never really looked at her like family, just like she was someone who shared blood. She guessed that hurt. Or something.

"Happy Christmas, Lily Luna." He told her when she'd reached him. "The fuck?" Was her response. "It is Christmas..?" He asked, looking a bit crestfallen. "Yes, but how are you and the blue box, thing, in- on my garden?" She questioned suspiciously, earning a chuckle and an out-stretched hand. "Come and see? We could.. I dunno... Travel... See some planets." She blinked at him.. "Planets?" "Planets." She turned and looked through the window that had a clear view of the dining room table and the rest of her family laughing happily, without her. "Fuck it, let's see some planets." She said, followed his happy figure back to the blue box, thing.

After getting over the fact that it was bigger on the inside, she took it upon herself to find every nook and cranny of the place. She got lost, quite a few times, and the Doctor would come and find her, with an amused expression, waving off her apologies and telling her to carry on. When she'd finished, they were on some island near Spain. No, not Spain. This- This didn't even look like earth. "Wha-" She started, "Welcome," The Doctor interrupted, "To Garland. A very nice little planet." After her stuttering and him explaining, they set out on a lovely adventure that involved almost getting eaten by a- a- a whale thing.

She didn't know what is was to be honest. It just looked like a whale to her. She laughed like a maniac when the thingy kind of reeled out of the water and tried to eat his bow-tie. "Shut. Up." He told her with a glare. She winked cheekily at him and she found herself blushing for no particular reason. They'd reached the TARDIS and she was perfectly content with a hot mug of coffee and watching space go by on the TARDIS thingy that had a view of the outside.

Stars were pretty.

She found herself intrigued with the TARDIS and all she had to offer. But the shady man in the the bow-tie is what really had her interest. He was like a puzzle that could never be solved because it had to many pieces missing. Like, he wasn't human, so what was he. Sometimes, when she hugged him, she would swear that she could hear two heart beats instead of one. But then she'd make an odd face and scold herself for being so silly.

Time stopped mattering, but one day, the Doctor brought a birthday cake out and sang her happy birthday. She'd laughed and ate and thanked him. Then told him he was a horrible singer and to never do it again. He laughed, throwing some cake at her face, telling her that he now planned to do it as long as she was with him. She'd blushed and continued eating her cake.

One day, she was just laying, telling the Doctor about herself. "Can you take me home?" She asked, looking into his crestfallen face. "Have I- Have I don't something wrong?" "
No! I just, I think I could, you know, see my family and not want to throw things at them. Or look at Teddy and not have it matter that I'm not really anything." He kissed the top of her head, muttering about how she was everything and how they should get on with it.

So, standing in front of her house, two days(The Doctor had gotten her birthday two days wrong.)before her actual birthday, and before the train left for Hogwarts, she was standing in front of her home, where, once again, the family was packed inside. The Doctor followed, not seeming bothered that he might be intruding or anything. She stood in the living room for a full five minutes before Rose saw her and screamed.

The older and smaller red-head jumped on her, causing her to fall. The Doctor caught her, his hand straying on her sides even after he'd lifted her up. Her family stared, Teddy was the first to speak, in a low, angry voice with his eyes a pale red. "And where," He started, "have you been?" She panicked for a moment, forgetting that the Doctor was behind her and going to walk back. Rose was still latched onto her. The Doctor wrapped his arms around her, which nobody could see, and kept them loose, as though he had the knowledge that Lily's family would not take kindly to see their youngest grandchild/neice/cousin/sister/godsister/daughter being held onto by a strange man in a bow-tie.

Her mother seemed less focused on Lily. "Who. The. Fuck. Are you?" She asked the Doctor in a low, dangerous voice that had her father inching away. "Why, I'm the Doctor." He smiled at her, she slapped him. The was a loud one, and left a red angry hand print on the side of his face. He blinked, stretched his face and slowly inched away from the fiery red head and her daughter. Lily looked at him, he inched back. "Who the hell are you? Running off with my daughter for months?!" Rose jumped down, so everyone could see the protective way that the Doctor's hands had settled on her sides, holding her close to him.

Ginny, of course, saw it as well. He smiled, "I-I'm just the Doctor." He tried to explain in a feeble voice, but Lily's mother was already drawing her wand.

"Mum," Lily said in a warning voice. Her mother ignored her, and she backed up until her back was pressed against the Doctor's chest.
"Move, Lily."
"No, mum, you're making a fool of yourself."

"LILY LUNA." Her mother yelled. "Mum, stop. You're embarrassing yourself. He's just the Doctor, completely harmless." She told her. Her mother raised an eye brow at the Doctor's hands. He snatched them away, leaving her feeling vulnerable, and blushing. But then her uncle Charlie had her wrapped in his arms, whispering about how much he missed her. And all was right.

After the tears, things went back to normal. Except when the Doctor went to leave and she followed. "You can't leave. Not without me." He turned and looked at her, his face looking pained. "But, you have so many people who care, Lily, you can't leave that." "
Watch me." Then she kissed him. He kissed back, his arms holding her shoulder, and he pulled back much too soon. "I-" He started, she cut him off. "Don't mention it, it won't happen again, not for at least a long time." She warned him, and he smiled, leading her to the TARDIS, wondering exactly how long she planned to stay.

Her eyes said forever, but he knew something was bound to happen.