The Professor From Gallifrey

by Higher on Fire

When a mysterious new professor begins teaching at Hogwarts, Juliet begins to wonder who he really is. He claims he is a half-blood wizard by the name of John Smith, but Juliet learns that he's an alien from another planet. With her friends by her side Juliet struggles through her third year at Hogwarts as the Master tries to take control of Juliet and Hermione is the key to it all

2. Tom's Secret

Hey guys! Woah! The first chapter had quite a few views after I posted it! I need to update as much as possible. I hope you like this chapter! I know, there may be some Selling and Grammar errors, I am well aware of this. I promise I will try to pay attention to these so there are not as many. Thanks and Enjoy :D

Juliet's POV-Muggle Studies Class

I stared at the man for a minute as some late arrivers tried to sneak in.

"Hello," He said, turning to the board and began to write his name. "I am Professor Smith to all of you and I am you Muggle Studies teacher," He said and turned back to us grinning. "So, does anyone know what telephone boxes are used for in the Muggle world?" He asked.

Hermione and I both raise our hands as high as we could get them, mine being much taller than hers. Several other students raised their hands, but most of the class had no clue. Professor Smith looked directly at me and pointed.

"You, in the back with the orange hair," He said smiling warmly. I blushed slightly, feeling a bit self conscious about my flaming orange hair.

"Juliet Potter, sir. They are used to communicate with other muggles. They are usually placed around on street corners and such," I said smiling. Professor Smith nodded and began to walk around the class asking various questions as he did.

At dinner that night all I could talk about was the muggle studies lesson, Tom and Hermione adding in some parts that I had forgotten. Professor Smith was hilarious and just absolutely amazing. He knew so much, things that even Hermione and I didn't know. By the end of dinner we were out of breath and wore out.

When we got up to the common room I sat in my normal chair and Tom sat in the chair next to mine. His eyes twinkled with excitement. He was hansom in every way, his eyes, his hair; everything about him was so perfect. I felt slightly average compared to him.

"We have Muggle Studies again tomorrow!" He exclaimed excitedly.

"I know!" I said equally excited and grinned at him.

We both stayed up until around midnight that night talking excitedly, until we got tired and went up to bed. I tried to stay up and read, but I fell asleep instantly.

When I woke up the curtains surrounding Hermione's bed were pulled back and she was gone. I guessed she woke up early. I checked my watch and it showed that it was still only seven. I got dressed and grabbed my wand, heading down to the common room. I saw Tom and Hermione sitting down there talking in low voices. Tom looked up as a board creaked when I stepped forward. I could see that he had been crying. He looked stressed and his eyes were read and puffy.

"What's wrong, Tom?" I asked sitting by him concerned. Hermione and Tom looked at each other and Hermione nodded slightly as Tom looked back over at me.

"Juliet," He said quietly, sending a chill down my spine. "I'm Voldemort's nephew. He killed may parents, too. I live with a foster family. He figured I'd just die and left me. I was three," He whispered. I felt my heart leap and begin to race. He was related to Volemort.