Disclaimer: Nothing related to Doctor Who or the Harry Potter Series is mine. I swear. I wish I owned them, cuz then I might have a bit more money, but I don't.

Warnings: Book Two of Three (Main books anyway). Swearing. Sarcasm. I have only watched the new series, no knowledge of early Doctor Who. EWE, kind of...

Dedication: To the Writers and Producers of Doctor Who, thank you for giving me something else to obsess over, now that Harry Potter is long gone. And to the lovely people who encourage me to continue writing in their reviews. To the lovely people who encouraged me to post the next chunk

Book 2: Stories of A Shop Girl

Summary: A Death too soon. A woman who steps up to save the world.

Rating: Dark T

Genre: Adventure/Drama

Part 1: Just a Replacement?

Chapter 4: Interlude

The TARDIS was quiet.

"So, what's Hogwarts?" The Doctor asked, nonchalant. I almost choked on my spit.

I thought quickly, and settled on the truth. "My old school."

"Thought you said you dropped out."

I swallowed. He didn't give me time to reply. He looked up from what he was doing, and looked into my eyes. "You've been lying to me. Why?"

I close my eyes, tears welling up. "I can't tell you."

"Why not?" He asked, coming closer.

I opened my eyes back up, and glare at him. "You aren't supposed to know."

"And you think you can decide this for me."

I turn away from him, and he stops me. "I have to. Otherwise the world goes kaput. Goodbye. So long. Nice to see you. We're fucked."

"Right. Tell me the truth." He said, his face telling me he was having none of that.

"I swear I can't."

"Why not?"

"You're impossible!" I yell, throwing my hands up in the air.

He follows me. "No, only improbable."

I turn back to him. "Can you just trust me?"

"How can I do that when you won't tell me the truth about anything?"

I glare. "You want the truth?" I grab his hands, "I'll give you the truth." I force them on my temple, and establish a mental connection. The last thing I see in the physical world is his surprised face.

We end up in my mindscape.

"How did you..." He trails off, looking around the circular room. There were four sets of visible doors, and one that was fading slowly. "Where are we?"

"My mindscape." I said. He looked down at me.

"You look different. Are you a shape-changer?" He asked, frowning.

I smile. "Not exactly. This is my real form. I'm using a form of technology to look like Rose Tyler."

"So she is real?" I nod. "Then where is the real Rose Tyler?" He asked.

I didn't get to answer him, because Amelia Saxon walked out of one of the doors, not bothering to shut it behind her. "Hello, who are you? My name is Mia Saxon."

The Doctor smiled. "It's nice to meet you Mia." Amelia Saxon's image blinked and flickered, like static on a television, and she disappeared. "Was it something I said?" I sigh, and run over to the door she'd entered from. I shut it, locking it from the outside.

"Technically yes. Think of her like a computer program. You calling her by her name shuts her down, and makes her reappear in her room. Only rather then disappear completely, she seems to be stuck in here, which is why I normally keep her locked up, where she can't get free."

"Why is she even in here?"

I sigh. "It's a long story, but the short of it is, I needed to not be able to remember who I am, so I locked the room and made it look like her's was the only place in my head. Unfortunately, I was rushed, which is why she is now stuck here."

He nodded, seeming to understand. Before stopping, mid-nod. "You've suddenly changed your tune. Tellin' me all this. What are you doing?"

"I'm going to block your memories of this. And anything that's made you suspicious of me." I said, not looking at him.

He nodded. "Alright then, just to let you know, I'm gonna fight you the whole way, but if you do manage it, I wanna know. Why am I not allowed to know who you are?"

"I'm from your future. You told me about Rose Tyler, and when something happened to her, to make it so that she couldn't partake in her path, I had to try and bandage the wound that she made. The only reason why I'm here was because of Rose Tyler."

He decides to change the topic. "What's behind the other doors?" I glance around the room.

Sniffing, I answer him. "Well this one is Amelia's, or Mia, as she's called." I point to the door I locked, and then turn to the one to the left. It was a pale pink door, nondescript. "That's where the memories of Rose Tyler are." I turn to the next one, a portrait, much like the one at Hogwarts, only with a picture of a howling wolf. "That's where Balfowd resides." There was a second portrait, this one of my family, "That's my memories." The door that was fading away was next. "That's the memories of a nurse at a school in 1913. It's a long story." He grins. I turn to the final door, a set of double doors, old and heavy. "And this," I said, opening the doors, "This is my room."

Inside was a library, much like Hogwarts, where you would need a map and provisions to get to the right books. But mine was a little more organized. He wanders into it, glancing down the rows. I follow him, watching where we were going. He stopped in front of the Bestiary section. Down the rows were numerous books, each a specific colour, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. The titles held names of creatures, alien and magical.

"What's with the colours?" He asked, stepping down the rows.

I smile. "It's a classification system. Purple is boring creatures. Blue, domesticated or harmless. Green, competent people should cope. Yellow, dangerous, and normally requires specialist knowledge. And orange is know killers. Basic classification system of my old school."

He glances, finding one of the few red books. "And red?" He asks, pulling out the book and opening it.

A holographic image of the face of his next incarnation appears, and begins talking. "Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss, they just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past, and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had. All your stolen moments. They're creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy." I take the book from him, close it, and put it back on the shelf.

"Red is the Doctor's brand of trouble." I comment, and he grins.

He glances down the rows, before stopping at a book labelled Time Lords. It was purple. "Oi!" He said, pulling forcefully out of the shelf. I snicker, knowing he would be offended. Inside, the cover was it's proper colour, green, but I figure he would have found his way in here eventually, why not have a joke. "I'm boring?" He asks, giving me an unamused look.

I smile. "No, I know you're telepathic, which means you would have found your way in here eventually. Easiest way to find you, because when you found that, you would have made noise." He snorts. Putting the book back on one of the lower shelves, he walks back to the centre of the library. We walk down past aisles with maps, before he stops at an aisle with glass balls littering the shelves. He turns down, and picks one up.

Immediately the audio memory starts playing. Harry's voice says: "There is something that will come to pass. You will doubt that it should ever have happened, but it should. Darkness is going to fall, quite a few times. You are going to get really angry with him even more often. But trust me when I say this, never, ever, give up fighting. You've told me a thousand times that it is so worth it in the end."

Another audio track comes up, this one the tweed wearing Doctor's voice says: "I'd live my life a hundred more times, willingly, if I knew where I ended up. Trust me." I take the ball from him, and place it back on the shelf, where it quiets down.

"What are these?"

I sigh. "Audio memories, of important things I know I should remember." He reaches, and grabs another one before I can stop him. Harry's voice floats up again, "I don't know if you will understand this, but it is very important that you remember it until you do. Headquarters will be revelled when you solemnly swear. Okay? Will you remember?" The clip stops, and starts up again. I remove it from his hand.

"Who are you?" He asks, looking at me. I sigh, knowing this question was going to come eventually.

"I swear. If I could tell you, I would. But I can't. You can't know my name."

"You're from my future." He said. It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyway. "I've regenerated." I nod again, not trusting myself to speak. "Right then."

He walks away from the orbs and I follow behind.

He stops, turns to me and asks, "Will you give them back?" I blink, not following his thoughts. "My memories. Will you give them back?"

I clench my teeth. I think a moment. "Promise, when I run into you, after all this, I will." He nods, shaky.

"You're right. I shouldn't know this." He commented, looking around the library. "You know my future. That's always dangerous." He looks at me, looks me right in the eyes, and says, "I'm not going to fight you."

I swallow, heavily. I nod.

"Do what you have to do." He said. I close my eyes, tears threatening to fall, and reach into my pocket, taking out my wand. My magic worked inside of my mind, no matter what. I sigh.

I reach to touch his cheek, and point the wand at his temple. Concentrating, I whisper a horrible word.

"Obliviate."

When I woke from the trance of being in my mindscape, I found I was in my old room. The Doctor was no where to be found. Whispers in my mind from the TARDIS told me he was in his room. If he had any left over memories, he would think of them as a dream.

I let the tears I've been holding in since I saw him again fall. I cried for a few minutes before steeling myself. I nod, moving towards doing something productive, like getting myself out of this bloody corset.

I changed quickly into something average and unpacked my bag, placing the vials of potion in the en-suite bathroom. I sigh, looking around the room, thinking back to old times, before pausing.

"How did she re-create my room if I haven't created it yet in the first place?" I ask to myself, frowning.

The TARDIS hums, like she's laughing at me.

"Oh, ha ha." I said sarcastically. "Make fun of the silly human girl."

She hums again, this one sounding negative.

"Oh, you're not making fun of me?" I ask, well aware that if anyone on Earth saw me, I would be locked in a nut house, faster than I could blink. The TARDIS hummed again, negative. "No, I'm not a silly human girl?" I ask, frowning. "What do you mean?" She hummed once more, a non-committal hum, and didn't hum again, no matter how long I yelled. Sighing, I exited my room, shutting the door. I swallow, noticing it was pale pink on the other side.

I walked slowly to the console room, looking for the Doctor, only to find he wasn't there. Frowning, I walk down the halls, wondering where he'd gone to. I didn't know this version very well. He could be anywhere.

I tried the library, more out of habit than anything else, and found him, glancing over the shelves, frowning. I walk in, and he turns to me.

"Hello, have a nice nap?" He asks, before turning back to the books. "You silly apes, sleep half your life away, you do." I smile.

"Sure." I said. I glanced around the room, noticing that the seating arrangements were different in this time, than previously. The loveseat the Doctor and I used to share when talking about major, life altering things was gone. I sigh, sinking into a chair. "What are you looking for?"

"A red book." He commented. I frowned. He shouldn't have any left over memories. He grabs a book, and it is red. The spine reads, A Christmas Carol.

Right, Dickens and the ghosts on Christmas. That seems like half a lifetime away now. "A Christmas Carol? Why not Great Expectations?" I ask. "Why Dickens at all for that matter?"

"You kindin?" He asks, shooting me a heart-broken look, or what would be one, if he wasn't smiling. "Big fan, me. He's great. Fantastic getting to meet him."

I laugh. "What about Shakespeare?"

The Doctor scoffs. "He's a playboy. Amazing though. Fantastic too."

"Agatha Christie?"

And we were talking about books. Bits and pieces, our favourite works. Clay Furr and the Magician's Rock, by J.K. Rowling. Some famous future novels.

It was domestic. At least a little bit. Domestic as hell. He put the novel away, and he tried sitting on the arm of another chair. It was fine until he got too excited and fell. I laughed, and he frowned.

"We might need different chairs." He muttered.

We ended up back in the console room, and I smiled. "Alright then. Where to next?"

"Could we visit my mum?" I asked, smiling a little bit. He frowned.

"I suppose."

Watching him fly around the console, I decided to vow to myself. I would stop thinking about the other Doctor. Both of the other Doctors. I would get to know this man before me. The forgotten soldier. The wounded man.

I would concentrate on the now. Because I am pretty sure that is the only way I am going to be able to get through all of Rose's adventures with the Doctor. Focus on the now. Not his future. Not my past. The Now. Only the Now.

A/N: Alright, so the book Clay Furr and the Magician's Rock is the equivalent of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. It's short, but the rest of the chapters are extremely long.