The Doctor in the Wizarding World

Chapter 2

"No you're not. You're human. You're Amy and Rory's daughter. Unless that was just a lie..." the Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at her. "No, you are definitely human."

"Of course I'm human. I'm not that type of witch. I mean I can use magic." She pulled out a slender wooden stick and pointed it at the dirty dishes on the counter and they started cleaning themselves in the sink and then putting themselves away. I took a step back, not being able to take it in. 

"Magic isn't real!" the Doctor shouted.

"Then what was it that you just saw?" she demanded.

The doctor struggled for the right words but could not find them.

"Do you need more proof?" she disappeared with a crack and reappeared behind them. "How do you explain that if it wasn't magic?"

"It's a trick! This isn't real! It's just part of our imagination!"

"Oh yeah? Like Robin Hood?" I mentioned another time when the Doctor had been convinced that someone wasn't real when they actually were.

He looked at me, obviously annoyed. "Shut up."

I smiled to myself. Even as a genius he has his off days.

"Right, well I'm gonna change." I said after a few seconds of silence, escaping the Doctors penetrating glare. I went into the room Bridget instructed and changed into dry clothes. Surprisingly she seemed to have clothes that fit me perfectly, although it was weird how most of the clothes she had seemed to be... robes. 

I came back to see the Doctor and Bridget laughing together. I thought the Doctor didn't even believe she was even real! Although, even if she wasn't real, I'm sure it would be nice to have someone to talk about his old friends to with. 

"So you believe her now, then?" I asked.

"I'm not sure what to believe... but at least she's not a zygon. That's a plus."

Just then a little boy, followed by a little girl ran into the room giggling, but stopping when they saw the Doctor and I. 

"Doctor, Clara, meet my children, Neville and Ginny."

Neville had bright blue eyes and silky black hair, and Ginny had her mother's red hair, and her skin was covered in freckles. Neville looked like he may be 6 years old and Ginny 4. Ginny hid behind her mother, and sucked her thumb.

"Mummy, can we play quidditch with the Lupins?" Neville asked.

"Alright, but only if Rose or Ted can watch you. If not I want you both back right away, okay?" The children giggled and ran towards the door, grabbing two broomsticks propped up in the corner.

"Rose?" the Doctor asked in a daze.

"Yes, my cousin, does that matter?"

The Doctor seemed to be pulled back into reality. "No, no, it's a nice name."

"What's quidditch?" I asked, utterly bewildered, "and why did they take broomsticks?"

"It's the main wizarding sport and it's played on brooms."

"What do you mean on brooms?"

"I mean the players fly on brooms."

"But that's impossible!" the Doctor interrupted. 

"No it's not."

The Doctor looked at her suspiciously. "You Ponds are so stubborn."

"I'm not a Pond, I'm a Potter!"