AN: If some of you are following my broadchurch/doctor who crossover, I won't be able to update for about two weeks because my sister has gone to France (yes France, my sister has left me for France. She's left me all alone with my brothers and the worst computer) and the computer she brought, is the one whit that fic and I dont want to change anything that I've already got there, I'm quite happy with that chapter so far, so I won't take the risk of changing it.

Also, I wasn't quite certain where to place Clara, but I thought «she's a good finder, she's loyal and she believes in fair play», so I placed her in Hufflepuff with the doctor. So it can be cute with them in the same house. I hope you're happy with my decision ;b

The last chapter was sort of a prolouge thing as I said, so now they're in their last year at Hogwarts, just to clear that up, soooooo

Seven years later

«What've you done with your tie?» Clara asked as she saw the doctor that morning in the hufflepuff common room. His name wasn't acctually the doctor, just a nickname that had been there ever since the first week at hogwarts. The doctor always did something wierd or extraodinary and also very very unexpected, and today was no different. He had, for some reason, tried to turn his long yellow and black tie, into a bowtie. It had its flaws, of course, since it wasn't suppoed to be a bowtie, but it did look suprisingly much like a normal bowtie. He had probably cast a spell or something on it.

«I'ts a bowtie», he answered. «Yes, i can see that», Clara said back. «I like bowties. Bowties are cool!» Clara couldn't help but chuckle. «Come on, Chin», she said «we have to eat breakfast now, or we'll be late for transfiguration and McGonagall won't be happy about that!» She grabbed the doctors hand and started dragging him towards the door.

«Are you staying at Hogwarts this christmas?» The doctor asked as he chewed on his toast. Clara took a huge slurp of her apple and cinnamon tea before she answered, «yep, mum and dad are going to go from place to placeand from family to family this christmas. It will be very stressful and besides, I can't just leave you here at christmas, now can I, Chin?» She said. The doctor's parents, who had worked in the department for the regulation and control of magical creatures in the ministry, had died in an accident whilst taking care of a dragon that had gotten too close to muggle territory. There hadn't been anything left to bury, so he had never gotten a proper goodbye. The doctor had spent christmas alone at Hogwarts until he met Clara. Her parents had welcomed him like one of their own and he was forever grateful.

On a Wednesday a few weeks later, they were in potions class. Clara loved potions and found in facinating, though Snape did ruin it with his grumpyness. He was just always so mad at everyone. She knew that he was good in the subject and all that, but he took the joy out of potions.

She hadn't noticed professor Dumbledore coming into the room. She and the doctor had been way too busy by their forgetfulness potion. She felt a slight push on her shouldeer «what?» She asked the doctor and he nodded towards Dubledore who had his white eyebrows raised. «Miss Oswald, may I have a word with you?» Clara got up from her seat and followed professor Dumbledore out the door. «I am very sorry, Clara, but there's been and accident. It was a very icy road and a car that had lost control hit your parents'. They're at the hospital right noe, you are ecused for the rest of the week.»

Clara wasn't completely sure when she had gottewn on the train, or when she took the cab to the hospital. She just knew that now she was sitting in the plastic chair beside her mums hospital bed. The beeping from the monitor was the only sound to be heard. The doctors had said that her father would be okay, he was still unconcious, but he would be okay. Her mum was a different story, though. She had almost gone straight through the windscreen, her wounds were fatal and that there was nothing they could do. Clara noticed that she had started to see a bit blurry, that it became difficult to breathe and that it felt like her heart was about to stop.

The door behind her opened when the first tears fell. She hadn't noticed who it was, but when she felt a familiar pair of arms around her, she knew it was him. «They let me go too», he whispered to her «I couldn't let you be here alone.» For a moment, it had been silent, calm. Her tears had stopped falling and she let her head rest against his chest. But then the monitor started beeping slower and slower until there was no sound in the room exept Clara's sobs.

Sorry