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Juliet's POV-End of Muggle Studies Class

As I began to walk out of the class room I felt someone tap my shoulder and turned to see Professor Smith standing there grinning.

"Hello, Professor," I said shocked to see him there.

"Hello, Miss Potter. Mind if I have a word?" He asked politely. I nodded as he lead me into his office.

As we entered I noticed that it wasn't decorated at all other than a old blue police telephone booth that sat in the corner. I stared at it wondering why it was there before returning my gaze to Professor Smith, who motioned me to sit.

"You do exceedingly well in class, and I just had to wonder, are you a muggle born?" He asked. The question took me slightly by surprise, but I shook my head.

"I'm a half-blood, sir. I was just raised in the muggle world," I explained. "That's where I grew up and it's the only place I remember."

He nodded smiling. "You are extremely bright, I must say. I need more students like you and your friend, Miss Granger. You two are very polite and very smart," He said with that same cheeky grin he always had. "I just had to wonder. You're dismissed," He added, leaning back.

I sat on my bed after my last class, thinking. His face, now that I had seen it close up, burned into my memory. I had seen it before, but I couldn't remember where. I had asked Hermione about it, but she had no clue. Tom just shrugged and said maybe I'd seen it in the Daily Prophet, but I knew I hadn't. I had seen his face somewhere, not in a magazine or a T.V. show, but in real life. The thought bugged me for a while and I finally just gave up and walked down to the common room to think.

*Hours Later*

I skipped dinner that night, not feeling at all hungry, and walking up to the common room. I pulled out a few small journals that I kept in my bag and began to read through them. They had pieces of information and sketches I'd made about people that I had met. I flipped through until I found a picture I'd sketched three years ago at Christmas. He was in the picture. That exact man. I had noted him under "The Doctor" when I wrote it. There was a picture of a spacecraft hovering over his picture. I remembered seeing on the news about an alien attack. That's when it hit me, he wasn't a wizard at all, he was an alien.

I stuffed my journals into my bag and set it up by my bed and ran down to the Great Hall, dragging Hermione and Tom out into the corridor. I could tell I was flushed and sweating from running down to get them and from anxiousness.

"What's wrong?" asked Tom immediately.

"John Smith isn't his real name. He's not even a real person, let alone a wizard," I panted, still out of breath. Hermione and Tom looked at me like I was mad.

"Who is he, then?" Hermione asked quietly.

I heard footsteps come towards us. The Doctor and my dad stood there staring at us. The Doctor was smiling and dad was scowling (like he usually is). I knew they had obviously heard something.

"Hello!" said the Doctor happily. I wanted to reach for my wand, say something to him, or just do something, but I was frozen. Nothing would work.

After a moment Tom finally broke the silence that bound all of us, and I began to feel like I could move again, but just remained standing there.

"Hello, Professor Snape, Professor Smith. How are you?" He asked politely, masking any shock from his voice. He looked completely calm, as though he did this often.

The Doctor and my dad looked equally as shocked at his calm tones as I felt. I knew that the Doctor figured that Tom would look guilty for talking about him or something like that. I felt myself want to question him, ask him why he was pretending to be someone else, what his purpose was, but I restrained myself. I said nothing.

"I'm doing fine. I was just about to ask for a word with Miss Potter," replied the Doctor with the same tone as Tom had just used.

I stared at him in a state of shock and worry. He knows that I know about him, I thought worried as I walked off by his side. I felt my feet go cold and the palms of my hands begin to sweat as I walked next to him.

He nodded to a chair in his office for me to sit down. I felt tense and worried as I looked at him. The air hung over me like a heavy quilt. I found it hard to breathe with every second that passed. He was staring at me, trying to chose his words wisely.

"How did you figure it out? Who I am?" He asked finally. His voice was calm, and I could tell he wasn't angry or worried.

"Earlier tonight," I replied honestly "While reading some journals I had in my bag. I had written about you last Christmas. After that alien attack all I could do was write about what had happened. All I needed was that one picture and I knew who you were, Doctor," I explained, my voice trembling slightly. He smiled, which took me by surprise.

"You are absolutely brilliant, Miss Potter. You figured that out all by yourself. Yes, I am an alien from outer space, but I'm not here to invade. I promise you I'm not. I'm here to keep Earth and any other planet safe. Usually, I travel with a companion, someone to help me, keep me company. When I saw you staring at me two days ago I wanted to invite you to be my companion. You would travel through time and space in the TARDIS with me," He explained, pointing to the blue telephone booth. I stared at him like he was crazy.

"I don't know." I said quietly. "I couldn't just leave my friends and family behind. My sister, my brother, all of my friends back there, I can't just leave them. I have to think about it," I muttered. "But I want to," I whispered more to myself than him.