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"Where are we?"
Donna asked as a young child wearing strange clothes and carrying parcels and a broomstick ran past her.
The Doctor pulled up the collar of his tan trench coat.
"Diagon alley," he repeated. He took a long deep breath, as if smelling the air.
"Smells of magic, tea and a little bit of pumpkin juice. Most definitely Diagon Alley."
Donna avoided the cold gaze of a woman in a pointed hat and the confused gaze of a man in a strange cloak as she and The Doctor made their way down the busy street.
"But where are we? You said it was Earth, right?"
The Doctor nodded.
"Somewhere in the heart of London. Hidden. Unknown to you Muggles. But the real question is, why are we here?" he asked with another pull of his hands through his brown hair.
Donna stared at him, eyebrow raised.
"What did you just call me?" she asked, almost certain it was an insult. Or something to that effect.
The Doctor shook his head.
"A Muggle. A non-magic user. Another name for the average human." he put his hands in his pockets and walked causally down the noisy street, Donna close behind.
"Magic?" she asked, "You're joshing me, aren't you?"
The Doctor shrugged.
"Well, not real magic. Well, yes real magic. Well, it's...complicated."
Donna rolled her eyes.
"I think I can keep up."
The Doctor smiled.
"Alright then. You see, it is actually a strand of DNA that is passed on from close proximity to the Time Vortex. It allows you to control a small part of space and time. Not as strong as Time Lord DNA by the slightest..."
Donna huffed and crossed her arms.
"Oh, of course not. Because nothing is better than a Time Lord." she said sarcastically.
The Doctor rolled his eyes.
"Well, every human has this gene to a degree. Even you," he grinned, "But not all humans are born with the gene to control it. It is rare. One in about fifty children have it. The gene got here…well…a LONG time ago. Sometime after the rift opened up here, in Cardiff," he looked up as he walked as he walked, pointing his head to the sky,
"It's closed now. Well, not closed really. There's still a scar. But that is how they started using magic."
He looked at Donna's face as she tried to understand his extra fast explanation. After a few moments, she nodded.
"So what you're saying is, because of a hole in time and space, a gene was passed into humans making them into what we 'Muggles' call wizards?"
The Doctor smiled. He loved when she caught on.
"That is exactly what I am saying! Put into their very genetic coding. And with time became a hereditary trait, which is why they still have power NOW." he kicked a pebble in front of his shoe and watched it fall into a drain grate near the sidewalk.
Donna put her arm around his.
"You mean it can be passed on now? Like eye and hair color?"
The Doctor raised his eyebrows.
"Well you have your father's nose, don't you?"
Donna held her mouth open in shock.
"How did you-" she started to ask. But The Doctor cut her off with a roll of his eyes.
"I still don't understand," he changed the subject with a sigh, "Who brought us here and for what purpose?" he came to a halt in the busy street and looked up.
"C'mon! I've got an idea!" he said as he walked to the door at the end of the street.
Donna shook her head.
"This better be good, timeboy..." she mumbled to herself.
"It will be!" The Doctor called behind him without turning.
Oh, of course he could hear her; stinking time traveling alien.
Donna rolled her eyes as she ran after him.
As she walked, she could hear the sounds of hushed voices talking. She even heard music. Where on Earth had he taken her? She looked at the sign over the roof.
The Leaky Cauldron
"A PUB? You've got to be kidding me."
