own nothing.

Seven


It has been two months since Professor Smith has been at the School, and she has all but bittern her own lip off at his words. Its hard to look at the man, knowing that he was the Doctor, but pretending that he was just an average human being who was a wizard. Was it like this this for Martha Jones when she helped the Doctor? She probably didn't have it on her conscious, that it was her fault that he was like this in the first place.

Guilt began to rid her should when she was with him for to long. It tore her apart, she began to leave him during all of his lessons with the first and seconds years. The TARDIS , she sat alone and wept. She remembered her brief years on Galiffrey with her mother and father, her life traveling in Space, but she cannot remember a time without the Doctor. The TARDIS surge with memories the flowed into her. She was in the Doctor's mind.

The TARDIS hummed, signally that time was up. She sighed, wiping away tears, she stood and walked to the door. "Don't worry old girl, you and the Doctor will be out of here soon." The TARDIS engine roared to life in a reply, "No, I don't think he'll want me back after this." He looked down at her fog watch in despair. She could see the faint glow of the Doctor's Time Lords' essence. "Well old girl, I will see you tomorrow."

Hermione walked out the tree and back into the school in time for the bell to ring for lunch. Professor Smith watched from his window at the odd teaching assistant who always seemed to disappeared. He had a few words to say to Ms. Granger about what's really going on here.


"She doesn't eat in the Great Hall anymore Professor Smith." He turned to look at Professor Sprout, and blinked. He didn't even notice her talking to him, he was to busy looking for Hermione, but she was nowhere to be found. Wouldn't she be eating with her classmate? Shouldn't she be eating with her friends?

"Excuse me, What?" He asked.

"Ms. Granger, she eats in the Library. The Librarian only allows her to get away with it. Special privileges." Professor Sprout smiled.

"But shouldn't she be eating with the students? With her house?" The DADA Professor asked, his head whipping around.

"Ms Granger is at a crossroad. She is no longer a student, there for, no longer as a house, Professor Smith. That is why she was placed, under supervision, as your teaching assistant. But she is still not a full fledge witch. Something changed about her, we can all see it." McGonagall whispered to him, her eyes waving over the students in a cat like manner.

"But what happened to her?" He asked,

""Two months and a week ago, Hermione Granger was in this very same room, coming to eat dinner with her two best friends, Ron and Harry. When a black like hole , A vortex spell she said, opened up behind her and swallowed her whole."

"A vortex spell, very reasonable." A twinge in his voice sounded like some one else.

"Professor Smith, Vortex spells don't exist and self respecting wizard would know that. But what ever took dear Ms. Granger was alien to our world." McGonagall looked frightened, but she hid it from the students. "Ms. Granger said that there was an ambush on the other side of the black whole, was there?"

"How should I know?" Professor smith asked?

"Professor Smith, you were the one to save Ms. Granger's life." Professor Sprout turned to him in shock. "Do you not remember? At all? After you saved her, she brought you here. You were so tuckered out, you slept right through her being questioned. She held your hand. It was apparently so sweet."

"So you weren't there?" He asked, pointing his fork at her.

"Oh goodness no, I was fast asleep in my greenhouse quarters. But the portraits were all a blazed with the stories the next morning."

"Okay, so no proof, but moving pictures who have no lives to talk about but others. Yup, no proof at all."

"You forget John Smith, that I was there to do the questioning." McGonagall looked at him through the corner of her eye. "Now let finish our lunch and finish our afternoon classes in peace."