The Doctor's daughter goes to Hogwarts

Chapter 1

I was reading Agatha Christie's ABC Murders while lounging with my feet propped on a table in Hogwarts library. The sound of approaching footsteps caused me to lose focus on the book and look up. Albus was standing there an inquiring look on his face, "What are you reading Miss Smith?"

"The ABC Murders by Agatha Christie. She's a brilliant novelist," I replied, my soft pink lips curving upward revealing my straight white teeth.

"I wasn't aware the Hogwarts library had muggle books," He commented eyebrows furrowing in slight confusion.

"No, this is my book. I love Agatha Christie so I own quite a few of her books. You can borrow one if you want," I tell him. I become giddy with excitement at the thought of the joy of sharing a good book.

"Alright," He said a bit hesitantly. I watched his thin, wrinkled hands took the book from my outstretched hand. I grinned to myself. Silly Albus, it's Agatha Christie. She's the best murder mystery novelist. You're going to be hooked. I don't normally like murder mysteries, but I love hers.

It was moments later when Albus' voice broke me out of my thoughts. "Here Miss Smith," He gently handed it back to me, "that book was well written and the plot was interesting. All in all a very good book, I think I will try more of her work." His blue eyes twinkled at the thought and he stroked his beard, "On another you need to acquire the things on your list of Hogwarts supplies." His tone had become business like. He extended his arm and looked at me expectantly. I did, and seconds after my stomach lurched uncomfortably.

I blinked the world back into focus and we were now in an entirely different place. I glanced around the large room and noted that it closely resembled a bank; however the creatures running it were anything but human. Then again, I'm not exactly human either. I followed Albus as he strolled to the front desk, passing by two long tables of the creatures, all looking rather cross as they went about their work.

At the front desk Albus produced a key from thin air and passed it to the creature situated at the desk. "We would like access to the Hogwarts vault," Dumbledore said. Inspecting the key the creature suddenly shouted to another loitering around the floor, "Griphook, take 'em to the Hogwar's vault!" His-or is it her's-voice had made me jump a little.

The one named Griphook snorted rudely at us and gestured behind himself with his head, "Follow me." And we did just that. We followed him until we reached a cart on what looked to be a rollercoaster and mining car track combined. I felt excitement bubble inside me. Sitting down without a word Griphook rocketed the cart down to our designated vault and opened it up. Dumbledore entered the vault room while I just stared shocked at the content. From floor to ceiling was covered in gold, silver and jewels. Dang!

Without a word we got back into the cart. Rocketing back the way we came I threw my arms up and let out a joyous "Weeee!" I saw Albus roll his eyes at me. I grinned, "Ah come on Albus, live a little!" He remained silent.

"What were those creatures back in the bank?" I ask him curiously once we left the building.

"They were goblins," he responded calmly. He turned to me, "Miss Smith I have other matters I must attend to, could you finish your shopping by yourself?" He didn't wait for my answer before giving instructions, never averting his gaze from mine, "There is an inn at the other end of this alley."

I grinned, "Yeah, I'll be fine," I said in a cute, cheery tone. I moved my wrist up and down a few times and Albus disappeared, leaving me my list of supplies.

I wandered until I found the first store that looked relative to her list: Madam Malkins robe shop. I entered, setting off a chiming bell. "Hello dear, Hogwarts?" A plump witch asked me kindly while she was fitting a young boy with slightly scruffy black hair and a peculiar lightning shaped scar on his forehead.

"Yes ma'am," I replied waiting my turn to be assisted.

When finished with the boy she sent him on his way before turning to look at me, "Well you look too old to be a first year, but I haven't seen you around before." She raised her eyebrows, gaze sweeping steadily over me.

"I'm a third year, but this is my first year at Hogwarts," I explained as she had me hop up onto a stool. She worked quickly, fitting me with the uniform black robes. Before I knew it I was already out the door, robes (as hideous as they were) all paid for.

Flourish and Blots was my next stop. When I entered I held back an excited squeal of delight, but still threw my hands over my head and ran towards the nearest shelf. I received some skeptical looks, but I could care less what they thought. I skimmed thought all the books and soon found all the necessary books for my classes.

I sadly left the shop and found the next one that had the supplies for potions: Magical Menagerie. It smelled funny in there so I was in and out pretty quickly. Having nearly everything on my list I wandered to a place called Diagon alley. Diagonally…Di-a-gon alley. I liked the name. I looked up at a store front and saw wands in the window. Olivander's was the name of the shop. I entered cautiously and peered around the shop. It was empty. "Hello?" I called out. A rather old looking man's head popped out from behind one of the dusty, cramped shelves behind the front counter.

"Welcome to my shop!" He called back. I steadily walked towards the counter, looking unblinking into is eyes. "Hold out your wand arm," he commanded with his slightly raspy voice. I raised my right arm slowly. He flicked his wand towards a role of measuring tape and it flew towards me and began to measure me in rather unusual spots, like under the nose and the space between my eyes. I went cross-eyed trying to keep track of it.

Olivander, I assumed that was his name, flicked his wand at the tape again and it fell to the floor as if it had never been animated. The man held out a wand to me, Oak and unicorn hair. Twelve inches." My finger barely brushed it when all the windows imploded. He withdrew the wand shaking his head, "No. Definitely not."

This process repeated itself over and over again, until it seemed we had tried every wand in the store. He clicked his tongue, "You're a tricky customer miss," he held his finger aloft, "but no worries there's one for you." I nodded, not so certain. I didn't quite grasp this 'magic' thing, must be a time-lord thing. I saw Mr. Olivander deep in thought, "Hmm, maybe." He disappeared among his shelves once more. A minute barely passed when he appeared again holding a rather dusty box, "I made this when I first started making wands. It's birch wood with threstral hair and time turner sand. Only one I've known to include it."

A tingling sensation ran up my arm and down my spine as soon as I took the wan in my hand. A blue light swirled around me. Olivander smiled, "I didn't catch your name miss."

"Kali Smith," I answered, "how much for the wand?" I was relieved, maybe I could do 'magic', I hadn't ever really tried before. Besides the wand was quietly whispering to me, and I couldn't wait to test it out.

"Miss Smith. That will be eleven galleons," I nodded, paid him and left the shop.

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