A/N-There is a mention of the Doctor in this, but he's not actually in the actual story, note the title. I wanted to try something a little different. Hope you enjoy. :)
Jessica fastened her Gryffindor tie to her shirt with a sigh. A Malfoy in Gryffindor… Who would've guessed? Generations and generations, and finally she broke the chain. She brushed her white hair out of her eyes, staring at herself in the mirror. It looked a bit funny, having chocolate-coloured eyes with this hair, but oh well. Jessica was exceptionally skinny and tall for her age.
Jessica grimaced and walked down the stairs, looking for a certain red-head. Ah, there he is.
"Hey, Jake, are you coming with me?" Jessica asked, an eyebrow rose as he accidentally let a firework go, scaring a gaggle of first years. He groaned in frustration, running a hand through his famous ginger locks, gripping it. "Yeah, sure. But I want food when we're done." He said, standing up, stretching his long legs.
Jake is, obviously, a Weasley. He is a direct descendent of George Weasley. He had that knack for trouble making, the portrait of Severus Snape and him both hate eachother, aswell as him and most of the teachers.
"It's up here." Jessica said, pointing to the map. "Along the seventh floor corridor, you see the gap there? The map obviously thinks that there's nothing there. But," She went on, as Jake looked lost. "There is." She finished, skipping off down the hallway.
"What?" Jake cried out, running after her. He found Jessica standing infront of a large door. He looked at the map. There was nothing, only their feet, (Jake Weasley and Jessica Malfoy) standing there. "Come on!" Jessica grinned and dragged him through the door.
"It's here somewhere…" Jessica muttered to herself, rummaging around piles and piles of broken furniture, hats, other clothing and various Weasley's Wizard Wheezes products. A Fanged Frisbee zipped past the duo's heads and they ducked. "What the bloody hell?" Jake cried out. Jessica popped out from under a cabinet. "Room of Requirement." She explained. She went through a thoroughly detailed explanation of the room, and Jake almost fell asleep.
"You're trying to find a book?" Jake asked, confused. "Yes." Was Jessica's muffled reply.
"Aha! I've got it!" She cried out, her enthusiastic voice ringing out through the endless room. She emerged from inside a wardrobe, holding an extremely tattered potions book. Tattered was an understatement. Jake's expression went from excited to crestfallen in seconds. "POTIONS?" He exclaimed.
"Oh, come on! You just hate Snape." Jessica protested. Jake grumbled and they made their way back towards the door.
"Um, Jess?" Jake asked. Jessica turned around. "Hm?" She asked. Jake was pointing at a box that Jessica had saw in Muggle Studies. "That's a television." Jessica said, matter-of-factly. "No shit, Sherlock." Jake muttered sarcastically. He took Muggle Studies aswell.
"I didn't mean that!" She said loudly. "Muggle objects don't work in Hogwarts. And that thing is on." She said, pointing a shaky finger to the television screen, where a man stood, his hands in his pockets. He had glasses on, messy, short brown hair, and he had a stripy suit on.
"Whatever you do, don't blink." He said, nodding his head to the left.
"What?" Jessica and Jake asked in unison.
The strange man took a breath, smiling grimly, before continuing. This time he came closer to the screen, so only his shoulders and head were seen.
"Don't blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back. Don't look away. And don't blink." He said, taking his glasses off.
"Good luck." The television turned itself off.
Jessica turned around and screamed. "What?" Jake asked hurriedly, turning around also and shouting in shock.
Four, angel-like statues were standing there, covering their faces with their hands, only a foot away from them. "What's that?" Jessica squeaked, staring worriedly at one of the statues.
"Weeping Angels." The television turned back on. Jessica and Jake turned around and the man practically screamed, "DON'T TURN AROUND!" Jessica whipped around and screamed louder that before. This 'Weeping Angel' was now poised to attack her, nails raised and teeth bore. She clutched Jake's hand and he squeezed back.
"Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss, they just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past, and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had, all your stolen moments. They're creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy." The man still continued on, without a care or worry in the world. Jessica squeaked and edged closer to Jake, who was struggling not to blink.
"Don't blink…" Jessica muttered hoarsely. "How are we supposed to do that?"
They heard the television turn off and Jake groaned. "He's certainly not helping." He muttered.
"Lovely, JUST LOVELY! I come looking for a book and BAM! These Weeping Angels show up!" Jessica cried out in hysteria and exasperation.
"They weren't joking when they said that you'd find anything in here…" Jake muttered grimly.
"What did you say?" Jessica asked. She looked towards Jake for a nano-second before feeling the sensation of apparition. She screamed and held onto Jake, taking him with her.
This is just the prologue, so the next chapters will be much, much longer.
Lol Bye.
