Child of New York City

Amy and Rory were walking home from the grocers. It was exactly one year to the day that they had been attacked by weeping angels and sent to live in 1930s New York City for the rest of their lives. Not a day of that year had gone by when they hadn't thought about the Doctor and his wife, who happened to be their daughter.

A sudden flash of light, similar to a person using a vortex manipulator's arrival, caught Amy's eye. Down a side alley, Amy saw a girl about the age she was when she first met the doctor. The little girl seemed extremely confused. Amy had a feeling this girl was the reason for the light she had seen. Dragging Rory with her Amy hurried into the alleyway and over to the girl.

"Hello. I'm Amy and this is my Husband Rory. Are you lost?"

"Yes. I've never seen buildings this tall before. Where am I?"

"This is New York City, the year is 1933," Amy told the girl. The girl's eyes widened.

"I've never heard of New York City before. And what do you mean by the year is 1933?" asked the little girl.

"Where are you from kid?" Amy asked, her suspicion growing stronger.

"I'm the adopted daughter of the warden of the Storm Cage." Amy and Rory exchanged a significant look. Their daughter was the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in the Storm Cage and both had been there several times. They remembered something about the warden having a daughter, but as far as anyone knew, the girl was his own, not adopted.

"What's your name sweetheart?" Rory spoke for the first time since they had entered the alleyway.

"Well, they always called me Jessica Adams – the warden and his wife and everyone else. But my real mum gave me a different name. I'm not really sure how I know it. I just do. My real name is Harmony. Harmony Williams." Amy didn't need to look at her husband to know he had fainted. The girl-who-waited stared at Harmony in complete shock. Had Melody had a baby? From her time travelling through time and space, Amy knew it was possible for periods of time to be erased from memory. Had such a thing happened to her daughter? It was certainly possible that River could have been pregnant without Amy, Rory and the Doctor finding out. Had River Song been made to forget her own pregnancy? Her own daughter?

As Amy looked at the bewildered child before her, she knew the answer. Madame Bavarian had prevented Amy from raising her own daughter; now it seemed she would raise her granddaughter instead. Amy closed the gap between herself and the girl and pulled her into her arms.

"This can be your home now. Here. With me. And Rory. You see, I know the Storm Cage. My daughter, Melody Williams, is imprisoned there for a crime she didn't commit. So if you really are Harmony Williams, well then, you are my granddaughter, and I will never lose you again." Harmony looked at Amy in amazement.

"Are you really my grandmother? I always hoped I'd find my real family one day." Amy looked down at her granddaughter.

"Yes I am." Noticing that Harmony looked sleepy, Amy decided it would be a good idea to get everyone home. That's when she remembered that Rory had fainted.

"Shall we wake your grandfather?" Amy asked Harmony, holding out her hand to the child. Harmony nodded and took her grandmother's hand. Amy lead her newly discovered granddaughter over to where her husband lay unconscious on the floor of the alley. Shoving Rory gently, Amy called his name until he started groaning and coming back round.

"Wake up Rory. There's someone here who wants to meet you." Rory stirred a little before opening his eyes and sitting up. "Melody had a baby Rory, we're grandparents."

"Why didn't she tell us?" Rory wanted to know.

"I don't think she knew," Amy told him softly. "I think they stole her memories of being pregnant."

"So she didn't give me up because she didn't want me?" Harmony felt hope blooming within her. This had always been her greatest fear. That her mother hadn't wanted to keep her. That she hadn't been taken away but given away.

The expression on Amy's face showed her disbelief that this could ever be the case.

"I know my daughter. She would never have given you up Harmony." This comment came from Rory, who had now gotten to his feet and was looking at the expression on his Granddaughter's face. "Well, shall we all go home?" Amy nodded in agreement and Rory picked up Harmony. Harmony was confused for a moment but quickly relaxed and by the time Amy and Rory turned the corner at the end of the road, the little girl was asleep.

Amy, Rory and Harmony quickly adapted to their new life together. Of course they couldn't tell anyone the truth about their family status so as far as the rest of the world was concerned, Harmony was their adopted daughter.

For four years the unusual family lived peaceful and 'normal' lives. Rory worked as a doctor in a general practicion, which meant he never needed to work night shifts and could spend the time with his wife and granddaughter instead. Amy took to writing adventure stories, which became rather popular and only grew in popularity as the years passed. Harmony of course, went to school, where she would attempt to seem as normal as possible and not give away the fact that she was born several millennia into the future. That turned out to be harder than Harmony had thought it would be. But eventually the easy peaceful times had to come to an end. After all, nothing lasts forever, does it?

It was exactly four years to the day that Harmony had somehow escaped the Storm Cage and found her grandparents in New York City. The day had started like any other. Rory had got ready for work and Harmony for school whilst Amy cooked breakfast. Shortly after the family had sat down for the most important meal of the day, an urgent knocking sounded at the door.

"Who could that be?" Amy wondered aloud as she made to open the door. On the doorstep, stood the family's next door neighbour, looking rather flustered and out of breath.

"We're being attacked! Strange beings from outer space. Aliens are attacking!" Amy and Rory exchanged shocked glances as they heard their neighbours hysterical exclamations. Harmony had jumped up from her seat and ran to look out the window.

"Aarvonians." Harmony kept her voice low in the hope that the neighbour would not hear her but one of her grandparents would. The fact that there were Aarvonians outside where Harmony was currently living seemed too much of a coincidence. Aarvonians were the personal guards of Jacob Adams, her former guardian.

One of the aliens turned its head and looked straight at her. Keeping its eyes on her, the Aarvonian said something to the other aliens, before they all started heading towards her house. Definitely not a coincidence then.

"They're here for me. The warden must have sent them," Harmony cried, running to her grandparents, the neighbour on the doorstep temporarily forgotten in her panic. Said neighbour stared in shock as Harmony grabbed at Amy and Rory and the three of them vanished.