Where the Doctor and Clara visit Hogwarts and attempt to steal the Sorting Hat.

"So! Fictionalia, planet where all fictional universes exist! Where'd ya like to see, huh? Go?!" The Doctor cried, smiling gleefully as he pulled the TARDIS' levers up and down, preparing for their destination.

"You mean there's an actual proper planet where anything that I've ever read about or watched actually exists?!"

"Really. An infinity. Fictionalia! I quite like that name, try saying it five times fast." Clara bit in a smile as her mind raced with the possibilities of which fictional world she desperately wished was real. Steering clear of the more evil monsters, she opted for something that would make her childhood dreams come true.

"Harry Potter!" She exclaimed, snapping her fingers. "Always wanted to be a part of that world."

The Doctor grinned, "Harry Potter universe we go then!"

The planet was wide and vast, covered in a white fog, not at all what Clara imagined it to be like as they stepped foot into the mist.

"Er, Doctor? What's with all of this...well, why doesn't it look like anything?"

"It's the blank-canvas effect, Clara, changes to anything you think of. You just have to imagine your fictional world. Everything will look as it should after." She quirked an eyebrow at him before closing her eyes and imagining the Hogwarts castle as she always pictured it, placed next to a deep green lake and large willow tree. The Doctor smiled softly as the world around them shifted into Clara's vision, her eyes still clenched tight as the final details came into place.

"OK...now open your eyes," he said softly. She gasped as she took in their surroundings. It looked exactly as she thought it would, magical and surreal.

"Doctor..."

"Now I've always been a big fan of Harry Potter myself but this Clara...this is just amazing." She let out a small squeal before flinging herself into his arms, holding tight onto his neck as she trailed kisses along his jawline.

"Clara! We're at a school for god's sake! Not in front of the children!" The Doctor said, scandalised. She only giggled as she stepped back.

"What now?" She asked with big wide eyes.

"What now?! We're in Harry Potter's world! We can literally do anything! And you're asking me 'what now'? What isn't there to do?!"

She laughed. "I always wanted to be sorted into a Hogwarts house."

"Have you?" He asked lowly, she nodded before he grabbed her hand and raced up the old cobble castle steps.

"Well I know just the place they keep it!"

They raced down the corridors, laughs echoing along the walls like a pair of teenagers.

Slowing down, they stopped in front of the eagle staircase, wondering what to do next.

"There's a password isn't there? To Dumbledore's office?" Clara asked as she scratched her head.

"Blimey Clara I thought you said you were a huge fan?! It's 'Sherbet lemon'!" The Doctor cried and took her hand as the staircase spiralled upwards.

"I am, I swear I am! It's just been a while, I forget small details!" He only smiled at her and dropped a kiss along the crown of her hair.

"Wow..." she said softly as they entered his office, a warm fire eliciting a gold hue around the room. "Wish your TARDIS had more rooms like this."

"Oi! She could if she wanted to! Conjured up a whole new bedroom to accommodate our new...intimacy," he added lamely. Clara grinned as she took in the numerous bits and bobs placed all over the high desks.

"Almost forgot we were here for the Sorting Hat, weren't we?" The Doctor asked as he spotted the item resting on top of the fireplace mantel.

"Ah! Suppose so!" She cried, excitement causing her cheeks to flush once more.

"Shall I do the honours?" The Doctor asked.

"You shall!" He dropped the hat on her quickly before it sprang to life.

"Agh! Who lurks here?!" It demanded, shifting restlessly on Clara's head.

"Oh er it's the Doctor and Clara here," The Doctor responded, pulling back to look at the hat's face that was very much moving freely now.

"Care to clarify who exactly 'Clara and the Doctor' are? What is your importance to Hogwarts? Surely you're not new students..." It rumbled.

Clara gulped and looked up at the Doctor with widened eyes.

"We're visiting, Hogwarts visitors...we just, well we just wanted to try you on is all, see where we would get placed among the houses..." she trailed off in a hopeful tone.

The Sorting Hat sighed deeply before furrowing its brow. The Doctor bit in a smile as he realised that after 1200 years of travelling to worlds of all kinds, he never thought he would have an encounter such as this. Here with his impossible girl attempting to get sorted into a Hogwarts house.

"Well...sorting is usually only for students," it said finally, "And who let you in here? Are you friends of Dumbledore?"

"Yes! Erm, we are. Members of the Order, you surely must know all about that," The Doctor quipped.

"Mmm...not particularly, I do hear him speak of it sometimes though, otherwise it gets a bit boring here."

"All the more reason to sort us," Clara suggested with a smile.

"Yes alright if you must," it said before being silent for a moment longer. "Ravenclaw!"

The Doctor cried gleefully. "Ravenclaw, Clara! Very nice house! Very nice indeed!"

Clara furrowed her brow. "Ravenclaw? Are you sure?! I always thought I would suit Gryffindor more seeing as I am the 'impossible' girl...you know, sacrificing myself for the person I loved a thousand times over...pretty brave, don't you think?" She looked up at the hat above her.

"You do have a very strong sense of bravery...yes, but overall you fit with Ravenclaw. Cleverness and your quick-wit outshines them all."

Clara frowned a bit as she looked at the Doctor. "What do you reckon, Doctor? D'ya think I'm in Ravenclaw?"

The Sorting Hat sighed. "Am I the Sorting Hat or not? Please you're insulting me."

"Sorry!" Clara cried as the Doctor pulled the hat off her, lowering his head to have Clara drop it on him next.

"Hope you don't mind doing me next!" He exclaimed as he tapped his foot back and forth.

"Ravenclaw!...With a hint of Hufflepuff, but only in this regeneration." The hat said.

"Oi how'd you know about my regenerations?!"

"I can read your mind, quite literally everything, really," the hat said dully.

"Well! You said a hint of Hufflepuff, then?"

"Just a bit, you'd be in Ravenclaw, though."

"Oh Clara isn't that grand! We'd both be in the same house if we were students!"

"Yeah yeah and you two would probably end up getting into a lot more trouble, bringing disgrace and shame to your house, now if you don't mind I'd like to be placed back where I should be," The hat said bored.

"So feisty!" Clara remarked.

"As are you. Remember...I've been inside your head!"

Clara let out an uncomfortable laugh as the Doctor reached up to place the hat back on the mantel.

"What next impossible girl?"

"Let's visit Narnia!"

"Narnia?! Whatever for? Is it because you like the whole idea of an entire world inside a wardrobe because the TARDIS can do better than that I'll have you know!" The Doctor cried.

"No Chin Boy because I just like it. That's all," she said tapping him on the cheek.

He took a deep breath as he gazed down at her, eyes bright with excitement and he realised he would do whatever it took to keep her glowing like that.

"Lead the way then my Clara," he said quietly and she bit in a grin as she took his hand and led them on their way, as she always did.