Clara Oswald watched the strange owl fly into her family kitchen, with an envelope in its talons. It dropped it on the table, and then flew through the window it came in from. Her dad, Dave, walked over to the table, confused at the sight he'd seen, then picked up the envelope the owl had dropped on the table.

"It's addressed to you, Clara dear," he said, smiling weakly as he handed it to her. Clara took it, ripped it open neatly, as her mother had taught her, and took the letter out. She turned to Dave with a confused look and asked, "What's 'Hogwarts'?" Dave's eyes widened, as did his smile.

"Clara, Hogwarts is a school for wizards," he said, trying to sound 'intelligent'. "It's where I met your mother, as well, when we were in Third Year." Clara's face showed she was surprised. Wizards? Magic? She was ten now, and would be turning 11 in November, and like any other intelligent girl her age, she didn't really believe in magic. But she always liked the idea, and the news there was a school for wizards and witches meant she wanted to satisfy her curiosity, badly.

It was September 1, the first official day of school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Clara and her father were at King's Cross Station to get on the train, the Hogwarts Express. She had marvelled at the past two weeks, when she and her dad were shopping for school items in Diagon Alley, where most of the Wizarding businesses and restaurants were located in London.

As Clara's parents were both Muggle-born wizards, or "mudbloods" as the more extreme blood-purists called them, they had exchanged the Pound Sterling for Wizarding Money, which consisted of knuts, sickles and galleons, at Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

She loved her new school clothes, and the wand, which was made of mahogany wood with a phoenix feather core. According to Mr Ollivander, it was the wand that chose the master, and never the other way around. Though what piqued her interest were two boys around a year older than her staring at her contemptuously whilst in Diagon Alley.

Walking along the station platform, she and her father looked for Platforms 9 and 10. "Why are we going there, Dad?" she asked inquisitively. "The train," began her dad in a quiet voice, "is at Platform 9 ¾. An eyebrow raised in confusion, Clara was about to open her mouth and object when she saw a young red-headed boy and a boy with glasses, both of them around her age, run through the brick wall with their luggage.

"So that's how it happens," she said. Her dad smiled at her, knowing it was time for her to leave. Hugging her, he said goodbye and then he walked off. Clara thought about spending today with him, but remembered that the train left at 11am sharp. She looked at the large clock. It read 10.44am. She decided to do what the two boys had done and run through the wall. It seemed straightforward, as nobody was looking at them.

Getting her and her luggage directly in front of the brick wall and simply ran as fast as possible. Just like the two other boys, she went straight through the wall and ended up on a strange platform with a dark crimson red 4-6-0 steam locomotive with a long train of carriages behind it.

Looking to her left, she saw another girl, around her age, with long brown frizzy hair in the same Hogwarts uniform. Clara walked towards the young girl, waving her hand. "Hey! HEY!" she yelled, getting the other girl's attention. She was a bit pretty, with her two front incisors being slightly larger than normal, though you could easily overlook this unless you really paid attention.

"Are you going to Hogwarts too?" she asked. "Yeah, yeah I am," replied Clara, smiling before she stuck her hand out. "My name's Clara. Clara Oswin Oswald, if you want all the details," she said. "Hermione Jean Granger," replied the other girl, smiling as well. "Well then, Hermione," said Clara smiling, "should we travel together in the same compartment?"

Hermione smiled, and said "Sure. I think we'd both be great friends." Together the two girls took their luggage and boarded the train that would take them to school, the Hogwarts Express.

AN: This story is my first fanfic, and it will be continued, so don't worry about waiting.

AN2: A guide for non-Whovians:

-The House of Lungbarrow (A very Harry Potter-like name, isn't it), is stated as being the House on Gallifrey that the Doctor belongs to, like the noble houses in England and Europe

-The House of Oakdown, likewise, is the House the Master belongs to

-The main Doctor used is the Eleventh, because he's my favourite, with a good few other Doctors appearing, such as the Fourth, but I won't give any more away (SPOILERS)