A Gift Fic presented to CP for her hard work in Round 10 of the Houses Competition!
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She was perusing a bookstore when it happened. Somewhere in the back corner of the shop, looking at the classics - the penguin editions. There had been a copy of Don Quixote's Cervantes that had caught her eye, and she was just about to pick it up. But suddenly, the book was swept from her grip and a stranger had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. He was insanely tall, very thin, and wore an expression that was half of glee and half of churning trepidation.
"Sorry about that, I'm sure you'll find another copy," he said, grinning. Then he thwacked the air with the heavy book, and the air itself clunked. Hermione was no idiot, she knew magic and invisible things. So, of course she assumed that the space was being occupied by an invisible sentient being. That would be the only thing to make sense.
Hermione stepped back from the man, in complete bewilderment. Was he a wizard? He didn't look like a wizard. For one, he…. Sort of knew how to dress. Blue pinstripe suit with converse was a little odd, but nowhere near the ridiculous fashion icons of the wizarding word - one key fashionista being Ernie Humperdink who wore a women's nightie and military boots for a week on a undercover mission with the Ministry.
"Who are you?" she demanded of the man, taking in the rest of him. The wild brown hair, stupidly long coat, and odd socks. "Do you work for the Ministry?"
"Nah, I hate the government. Pompous pricks," he replied, still struggling with the air. "You should probably run now, you know."
She snorted. "I don't think so. Armenum revellio," she whispered, so that muggles wouldn't hear.
Before them appeared a hulking figure, a mass of muscle and blue fur, a face contorted like it belonged to the devil himself. She balked for a moment, just staring at the beast. But it was nothing compared to the sorts she had dealt with in the past. With one swift flick of her wrist, the charm blasted at it, the thing was unconscious and lying on the ground between her and this other man.
He turned slowly, staring at her.
"How the hell did you do that?" he asked, voice high in disbelief. "You've got a stick. I have a stick too. Mine is sonic though. What was that?"
"Wait, you're not a wizard?" she cried in return, rolling her eyes. Now she would have to obliviate him. That was not going to be pretty.
"I don't have the hat for it," he admitted. "I'm the doctor. Timelord. You?"
"Hermione Granger. Witch."
He looked for a moment as if he might argue, eyebrows twitching in question. But then he obviously resolved not to.
"Wonderful. I think we should work together. Now, run!"
Just like that, she was sprinting out of the book store, leaving the blue beast behind, and apparently not even beginning to question why she should follow this tall, sand-shoe man, who was clearly just a different kind of strange than her. Then again, she wasn't really in the mood for questioning, she was in the mood for adventure.
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