A/N: Chapter 3! Okay, I've decided that I am going to continue with this story, as I'm rather pleased with the reviews I've been getting. I'm going to really have to find my plot notebook of DOOM though, because that has everything in it.
Okay, I'm sorry for the random changing of the character's points of views. I don't know why I do it. I guess I just think some of the characters are being left out =3 so the inter-changing views are continuing I'm afraid. Sorry about that and all but at least now you can see the story from different eyes. Anyway, so enjoy the chapter =)
Hermione watched him go with a frown on her face. It was quite a strange interview with her teacher, and considering she couldn't actually hear anything, she was thoroughly bemused. She suddenly jumped with shock when the bell rung, and ran off to the common room to tell Ron and Harry. She had only got separated from them because she just had Ancient Runes, and she couldn't quite believe that there was such a small amount of people in the corridors. It was uncanny and made her nervous, so she quickened her step and ran on, until she finally reached the crowded staircases up to the Gryffindor common room.
She told the others about what had happened and though Harry believed her, Ron just thought Smith, who now wants to be called 'the Doctor' was being mad. Now she had retold the story, she almost agreed with him - it did sound rather unbelievable. And so the subject was changed, even though Ginny, who was sitting near to them, was looking rather nervous, and suddenly got up saying she was 'going to the library'. Hermione, Harry and Ron instead discussed their plans for the weekend.
The next couple of days went by quite uneventful, if you didn't count the occasional upsets with Ron's wand. In fact, by Friday, Hermione had almost forgotten about the incident with Doctor Smith because of one thing or the other. They were all looking forward to the weekend for a bit of a break, but the week wasn't quite over yet. They had Physics last thing on Friday, and because it was last thing, the 'Doctor' decided to do something special.
"I thought, as a treat, we might do a bit of chemistry today, which has, may I say, some relevance to Physics so I'm not going completely off track." He assured them, grinning. "This means we will be doing a bit of experimentation, so if you could move the tables as I instruct you…" They put the tables up against the walls and everyone stood in the middle. Hermione was quite excited, and was already pleased because she had earned 20 points for Gryffindor from the stuff they did in the books.
"Chemistry is very similar to Potions," Doctor Smith told them when they were ready. Hermione heard some people groan, including Neville - Potions was never their strong point. "But a lot less complicated. I just want to tell you that everything we are about to do is nothing magical, but simply what happens when you do this sort of stuff. There is no tricky little spells, no intricate whatever blood that we're adding, this is what happens if two ordinary things that you'll find in the household coincide with each other. It's just pure science, which is, in a way, a bit of magic in itself. Got that?" The class nodded. "Right, we're going to start with something easy first. Hands up if you ever cooked chips before!" A couple of hands went up. "Okay, I want you all to take some goggles from over there and then stand back a couple of metres away." The class did as told and there was a mad rush to grab the best goggles. Hermione waited patiently and Harry handed some goggles to her. The students stood at the back nervously as Doctor Smith took his own goggles and pointed the screwdriver that was beeping earlier at a tray of oily chips he had put in front of him. Flames flew up instantly.
"Does anyone know what is going to happen when I spray water at the fire?" Hermione's hand shot up. "Good. Don't tell anyone, it's a surprise." He waved his wand and muttered "Aguamenti." A jet of water was produced out of the end of Doctor Smith's wand, but as soon as it reached the chip pan fire, a huge fireball ignited into the air letting off a great deal of heat and light. The class jumped back in surprise, their eyes widening. Even Hermione, who knew already what was going to happen, took a step back. After a second of shock, the students recovered and began whistling and clapping. Doctor Smith took a step forward and bowed.
"Do it again sir!" called Seamus, and the Doctor grinned but shook his head.
"Now that is why you don't put water on a chip pan fire! We will do more on this next lesson! Class dismissed!" Everyone jumped up and packed their books away into their bags and the excited bubble of chatter exited the classroom, all talking about what they had just seen. It certainly was a pretty great end to the week, and as they made their way back to the common room, everyone was feeling contented about Doctor Smith being their teacher. Although a little mad, he was a great tutor and it was a group agreement that they were all looking forward to next lesson.
Ron, Hermione and Harry had originally hoped to spend their Saturday sleeping in, and then wandering over to Hagrid's. This idea was flawed when Harry was dragged off to Quidditch at goodness knows what hour, leaving Hermione and Ron to wait for him. Ron hurried off to watch Harry play, whilst Hermione, who disliked Quidditch and found it rather dull, went down to the Hall for some breakfast. After finishing a bit of toast, she wandered over to the library and started on her Transfiguration essay. Professor McGonagall had wanted a 4 foot long essay about turning beetles into buttons, and Hermione got down to work.
After around two hours (and a half), Hermione had finished the essay and went to see how Harry and Ron were doing. She found Ron just about to go on to the pitch, and she spotted Harry with the Gryffindor team arguing with several people in green, who Hermione guessed to be the Slytherins. They hurried forward, Ron demanding why they weren't playing.
"What's he doing here?" Ron asked, gesturing to Malfoy with much dislike. Malfoy smirked at him and told him he was the seeker, and showed them the brooms they were holding. On Hermione's personal view, they looked flashy but nothing really special, but Ron gasped, open mouthed. Malfoy started showing off, flanked by the Slytherins, and the Gryffindor team's faces showed nothing but pure loathing.
"I least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," Hermione retorted, raising an eyebrow at Malfoy's bad jokes. "They got in on pure talent." She was smug when Malfoy looked disgruntled.
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy Mudblood," Hermione wasn't sure what Malfoy had meant by that, but evidently it was bad, from the fact everyone looked outraged. Fred and George almost jumped on him, Alicia cried out in shock and Flint had to do all he could to protect Malfoy. Ron suddenly pointed his wand at Malfoy's face and shouted a curse, but something went terribly wrong, when Ron was flung backwards with a load bang. He sat up with a sickly expression and threw up, but of instead of the usual sick out came three fat slugs. The Slytherins exploded with laughter.
"What on Earth?" Everyone spun around to see Doctor Smith striding towards them looking very angry. They parted to let him past and Smith ran over to Ron and knelt down in front of him. Ron gasped in surprise and out came another three slugs. "Who cursed you?" He asked, glaring at everyone.
"He cursed himself sir." Malfoy cut across, smirking. "He was cursing me, but his stupid wand cursed himself instead." All the Slytherins snorted, but got a glare from Smith, and were quiet.
"Hermione, give me a hand." She nodded and obliged. "Ronald…actually Ronald, do you like being called Ron?" He nodded. "Okay Ron, if you feel like retching, just let it out. Better out than in ain't that right? You." The Doctor pointed at the other boy, who he recognized but couldn't remember the name. "Who are you?"
"Harry sir." He looked distinctly surprised that the Doctor didn't know of him.
"Where's the nearest place to go?"
"Hagrid's. His house is down there." He pointed at the hut that stood at the edge of the forest.
"Right. Isn't Hagrid the tall one? Rubeus Hagrid…" Understatement of the century - tall? He was flipping enormous!
"Yep, that's him."
"Good, come on then." The Doctor lifted the belching boy and half supported him half dragged him down to the gamekeeper's cabin. He turned to Hermione.
"Hermione, why do I always bump into you in situations like this?" She grinned, an amused sparkle in her eyes.
"I guess I'm good at being in strange situations!" The Doctor laughed.
"I know how you feel there." He said, winking, and continued down to the hut. They reached the door and Harry knocked loudly, whilst the Doctor stared at the large pumpkins that sat to the right. Hagrid reached the door looking quite grumpy, but he softened when he saw who it was. He welcomed them inside.
"Hello there, Doctor Smith!" He greeted him and the Doctor smiled. Hagrid turned to the three students. "I've bin wanderin' when yer three would come ter see me. I've missed ya!"
"Ron here had a little bit of a problem with a curse!" The Doctor said cheerfully, looking round at the cozy one-roomed cabin curiously. It was a nice little place, with a slobbering boarhound welcoming them as they came in. "Slugs keep coming out, and I haven't a clue what to do, so I was wondering if you did." They looked at him surprise. Hagrid shrugged and handed Ron a bucket. Hermione was the one who answered.
"I don't think there's much we can do but wait for them to come out." Harry nodded, agreeing with her.
"Well I hope you'll be alright Ron. Actually, I was on my way down to the Forbidden Forest anyway. Did you know there are some fantastic beasts in there? I heard there might be werewolves and giant spiders, and I just wanted to have a look." He grinned very boyishly, whilst they raised their eyebrows in shock. "So, ta-ta!" He said, and made his way out of the cabin. Once out he whipped his sonic screwdriver again. "Now, let's have some fun!" He whispered excitedly.
Hermione's POV
We left Hagrid's for Lunch, Harry and Ron finding out, to their horror, that they will be having their detentions this evening. I smiled inwardly - that got them for worrying me so. Then again, they had suffered from the howler, so I did my best to comfort them. I tucked into my shepherd's pie and we discussed what we would be doing that afternoon, though Harry and Ron were too disgruntled to talk much. They both complained about their detentions, and after lunch all they seemed to want to do is laze around in the common room. So I went off with Ginny and we walked through the grounds, chatting. Ginny seemed a little dreamy so I did most of the talking, whilst she listened.
"So," I said, linking arms with her. "Are you still interested in Harry?" Ginny's face went the same colour as her hair and she looked down.
"Yes…" She mumbled, clearly embarrassed. I sighed and we sat down on a beach next to the lake. She was picking up rocks and throwing them into the lake and I leant back.
"You know what you're problem is? You never speak to him. And at any rate, aren't you a bit young? Think about it when you're older. You're only 11, for Merlin's sake!" I said, elbowing her slightly. I got a muffled 'hmm…' but we didn't say any more about it. It was a sunny day and whilst Ginny threw rocks into the lake, I basked in the sunlight calmly, my eyes closed.
The afternoon passed rather quickly and before long it was getting dark. We picked ourselves up and began to walk back up to the castle. We reached the Hall and realized Harry and Ron had already left, so dinner was quite a quiet occasion. I glanced at the clock that hung on the wall, high up and run magically. It was now 7:30pm. I said goodbye to Ginny and headed for the library. By the time I had finished my Ancient Runes essay it was getting late, and was just leaving as soon as the library closed. I met up with Harry in the common room and to my surprise he was shaking, his face a look of pure terror. I looked at him questioningly.
"That voice!" He said, his voice stuttering slightly.
"What voice?"
"I was in detention with Lockhart and I heard this voice, coming from behind the walls!" He breathed out slowly, looking around himself nervously. I gasped, realizing that it was exactly the same description as what Smith had said.
"What did it say?"
With his voice low, Harry told me exactly what he had heard.
"But Lockhart didn't seem to hear it…do you think he was lying? I don't know I'm tired…" He yawned loudly and stood up, beginning to go to bed.
"Harry?" He turned.
"Yes?"
"Could I borrow your invisibility cloak?" Harry looked at me in surprise.
"Yeah I guess. Why?"
"Oh, I just need to…get something. From the library." I lied. I had a feeling that Harry wouldn't appreciate what I was planning to do. Not that he could stop me. He dashed up to his room and brought down the Cloak.
"Give it back tomorrow. I'm going to bed." He yawned again and I watched him leave. I pulled the cloak over me and set off through the portrait door.
I could see my breath in clouds in front of me as I slowly walked down the long corridor. It was freezing, and I mentally cursed myself for not bringing a jumper. Each step I took seemed really loud, though it was only a soft muffle as my shoes brushed against the stone floor.
I could barely see anything so I pulled out my wand and held it under my cloak. "Lumos!" I whispered, and the tip of my wand glowed bright. I could now see where I was going, though it didn't help much as the light only spread to a couple of metres ahead of me, and because my eyes had adjusted to light I couldn't see much further than that. The portraits next to me were waking up and grumbling, but I ignored them. I suddenly realized what I was doing. I was Hermione Granger, for Merlin's sake, I had been going on at the boys for breaking rules and here I was, stamping to pieces every rule in the book. What was I on?
I finally reached the place I was heading for. I slowly opened the large brass door, shuddering slightly when it creaked, and looked inside. It was empty. I crossed the classroom slowly, nervously looking around me as I went. I climbed the stairs at the end of the classroom and reached Doctor Smith's office. I knocked quietly. No answer. I knocked a little loader. Still no answer. "Doctor Smith?" I murmured, reaching to open the door. I paused, my hand half way towards the handle. What if he wasn't there? What if he was angry I was up? I gulped and bravely took the handle, turned and pushed.
Of all the things that I was expecting to be here, it wasn't what I saw before me. In Doctor Smith's office there was small desk and a book shelf, okay, that was what I was expecting. But it was what was next to the desk and book shelf that thoroughly shocked me. For there, standing tall was a police box! Blue and with white lettering at the top, the box stood before me like a foreboding giant, except at the same time, it was almost welcoming me. The little white windows at the top were opaque and there was a sign upon the doors:
Police Telephone it read
FREE for the use of PUBLIC
Advice and Assistance, Obtainable Immediately
Officer and Car, respond to all calls
PULL TO OPEN
I stepped forward and, more out of curiosity than ever, reached to open the door.
A/N: YAY TARDIS! -fangirl squeal- Okay, as you may have realised, the plot line goes somewhat quicker than if simply the Golden Trio is working it out, but that obvious - the Doctor can work out a plot in one episode for goodness sake. But there are things to come that will confuse things greatly...please please PLEASE review =) I hope you enjoyed the chapter.
