The Adventures of a Girl Who Should Not Exist (Doctor Who/ Harry Potter Crossover)

Chapter Three: The Idiot's Lantern

Chapter Three: The Idiot's Lantern

The next day, I read through the letter several hundred times. I used all my devices on it and even invented a couple new ones, but all the results showed this letter was 100% real, and actually delivered by an owl!

I sighed, and slipped the letter into my box.

It was an ornately carved wooden box, reinforced with every security measure known to man. You'd be more likely to break into the treasury than open my box.

The box contained my few, most prized possessions. It was tiny (on the outside!) but it was connected to the old TARDIS and actually in its dimension, therefore part of the TARDIS. Either way, it was bigger inside.

It contained my letter, an old shriveled bit of TARDIS coral that surely would not grow, a scrap of artwork portraying Gallifrey, painted by my birth father, a beautiful pebble, the first stone I stepped on on Earth, and a bracelet made by my Stepmom for me.

I couldn't tell you why this assortment of objects meant so much to me, but I wouldn't part with my box.

For the umpteenth time, upon removing the letter again, a circuit board caught my eye. I plugged it in to a lot of different outputs, but none worked. Finally, the LCD screen worked.

A static-ridden image filled the screen. There seemed to be a figure of a man, and he was speaking. All I could hear was snippets of the conversation. 6:35 sharp! British Broadcasting... Jiminy, you're right!...

No...

The picture faded to black.

So, I decided to do what you would do. What anybody would do.

I decided to tune in to the BBC at 6:35 and see what was on.

The day until 6:35 passed rather uneventfully. Mom got a new door online. Marc has a three-week sentence to his room.

The cake I baked hit the spot at 12:00 for a snack.

I pondered the letter and wondered where we were going to get all the stuff.

When 6:35 finally rolled around, I was practically bubbling with anticipation.

I turned on the BBC and heard a theme song. A blue police box was shown hurtling through something that looked suspiciously like the Time Vortex.

Then it showed the blue box land with an unmistakable sound of a TARDIS landing.

I almost gaped. Surely a coincidence?

"Stupid thing. Won't fly properly!" I saw the man on screen mutter angrily.

The camera zoomed away from his face and I could see him dashing about, pushing buttons and pulling knobs in what looked like a TARDIS.

In fact, a little like my TARDIS- unclean and incomplete-looking.

Of course, by this point I was positively gaping, barely taking in what was happening.

The man said something I couldn't make out, hugged a girl who was also in the TARDIS, and stepped out the door.

The camera cut to a picture of the girl crying. Obviously this was serious.

Then the camera changed scenes, showing the man who was piloting the TARDIS backed up against its doors.

The voice I heard from the television-

No. Way.

Then the camera cut to a picture of a Dalek.

The genocidal trash cans with laser arms were on my Telly.

My life flashed before my eyes- back on Gallifrey, the huge Citadel in a clear dome, the red land and the silver trees.

The TARDIS crash landing. My short life here on Earth so far.

Then my vision went black and crumpled.

I awoke to realize I had fainted dead away.

I was on the couch, my hair clinging to my wet face. Apparently they had been trying to reive me with water.

My mom was peering down onto my face, and I'm sure I gave her a shock when my eyes flew open.

"What was it, sweetie?" she asked in a motherly voice.

I decided to lie for her sake.

"I dunno, Mum. One second I'm watching the Telly, the next I wake up with a wet face." I said convincingly.

She snorted.

"Well, you seem fine now. You can go and do as you please."

What I "pleased" to do was research the show Doctor Who.

He sounded like me.

Time Lord, escaped from a ruined Gallifrey in a junky TARDIS after the Daleks came.

Except one minor difference- he was famous on international Telly. Surely that was against something on the Shadow Procclimation? I didn't have it memorized yet, that was supposed to come in the 90th year.

I had to find him.

I had to meet him.

In a non-stalker-like way.