Hermione Granger died when she was eight.
She was eight and she was on a fire. Her parents had died quickly - both suffocated by the smoke. Hermione herself was struggling to breathe. Her lungs just weren't getting enough oxygen. Hermione wasn't stupid; she knew she was going to die.
Hermione Granger reminisced in her final few moments. She hadn't had too bad a life - loving parents and intriguing books. And she could live. Wait what?
'You can live' the voice promised 'open me'. Hermione looked at her hands to see she was holding her pocket watch. Her? She had never seen this thing before and now she was calling it hers!
"What will happen?" she felt silly talking to a pocket watch but if this was some sort of hallucination, she may as well play on. Her imminent death was around the corner.
'You will still be here. Just... there will be a bit more.' Hermione decided to take the voice up on its offer. She was going to die anyway, she might as well die with no regrets.
She closed her eyes and opened the pocket watch.
Hermione Granger died.
The Doctor opened those eyes.
The same body, but a different mind and soul.
The Thirteenth Doctor had raged at The Master's revelation. She'd dropped her companions off at home and then entered the Time Vortex. She told her loyal Tardis - her friend - to take her wherever she needed to go. Once there, The Doctor hadn't bothered to move.
She made a decision. It was impulsive and it was reckless but she needed to do it. She needed to prove to herself that humanity was worth it. That they wouldn't become like Time Lords. It was her death wish.
Her TARDIS seemed to approve her decision. The TARDIS lit up the chameleon arch control. Speaking of her TARDIS, it was high time she started calling her by her chosen name: Idris.
She thanked Idris telepathically and pressed the button.
David and Mary Granger had been trying for a child for years. Both were dentists and had good lives except for one thing - both wanted a child. When they found out that David was infertile, both were devastated. Divid had even suggested to Mary that she should leave him for another man who could give her what she wanted. She had slapped him for that.
When a child had inexplicably been found on their doorstep with a note reading For Drs Dave and Mary Granger, the two had rejoiced. Those eight years of their lives together had been joyous. There had been bad days of course but overall, they had been happy. They had a precious child who they utterly adored.
As David and Mary Granger suffocated slowly by the dense and endless smoke, they wished only for one thing - that if their little girl lived, she would be happy.
Only time would tell if they got their wish.