"Claire? Claire? It's time to get up now, you're late for work!" my mum shakes me awake.
"Bloody Hell." I whisper, pulling the blanket up over my collar bone.
"Your father's parents are coming over later for dinner, so you should be dressed well for their arrival. Get up!" she pulls the blanket off of me.
I trudge across the room. "Fine. I'll be down in a minute. What's for breakfast?"
"Your father's making tea now. I've got to go now. Have a nice day." she rushes down the stairs.
I slip on jeans and a t-shirt and rush down the stairs, putting my coat on. I sit at the kitchen counter where my dad hands me a cup of tea while I slip my shoes on. I let my hair down from the braid it was in and it falls in perfect, long, brown, spiral curls. I sip the tea carefully and quickly and rush out the door.
I look at the time. 7:29. I'm supposed to be there in one minute. "Why have we got to live in London? It'd be a lot quicker to get around if there weren't so many people!" I whisper to myself. I run down the side of the street and cross the road quickly. I push through the crowds of sweaty, overworking people and eventually get to the shop.
"7:31." I curse under my breath. I flip the sign to open and get behind the counter. I'm just glad I'm the only one who has morning shift. The only person to come in this morning is Mr. Holmes. He hands me his violin and sits down on the chair on the other side of the counter.
He begins to speak and I listen intently. We do this every day. He's sort of like a best friend. He talks on and on about different topics, but then pauses for a while, with nothing to say. Some people will walk in and out of the shop and he makes short remarks about them, or analyzes them. It's very interesting to watch him do. Just one glance at person and he can tell their entire life story to them.
None of the other workers come in today, so I'm left to close up shop. I open the door to the back of the shop to go put Mr. Holmes' violin up to work on it tomorrow. I hear voices in the dark. Rough, metallic, robotic voices shouting "Obey! Obey!"
The back room is pretty large. About the size of a classroom. Without drawing attention to myself, I slip in and close the door behind me. I back up against the wall and duck down. They still haven't noticed me. I pull out my wand from my coat pocket.
"Lumos." I whisper. The tip of the wand glows with a radiant light. There are robots. Not really robots... But.. Oh I've read this somewhere.. Daleks. That's what they are.
I read up on them in the library once. Yes a library. Everything can be found in a library if you look deep enough. They came from the planet Skaro. They fought in the Last Great Time War against.. the Timelords. Yeah. And there's only one that can kill them. The-
"DOCTOR!" screams one of the Daleks. "Exterminate! Exterminate!"
"No!" I shout and flip the light switch on, hiding my wand back in my pocket. The Daleks swerve around to look at me. I glance over them and see a man, perhaps the Doctor, tied to a chair. My question? How did aliens with no hands tie the Doctor to a chair? Nevermind that.. "Leave him alone. Kill me instead. Shoot me and leave him alone."
"What? No!" the Doctor struggles to get out of the chair.
"Exterminate! Exterminate!" The Dalek says. Why did I do this? I don't even know the man. But I've heard stories. Thousands of them. The library's filled with them. How incredible he is. Oh his stories were always my favorite. I brace myself for the impact. A green laser hits my chest and I double over, screaming in pain. The Daleks take their leave and just the Doctor and I are left in the room. I hear a buzzing sound. Two feet run over to me.
He grabs my wrist, perhaps checking for a pulse. I'm lying on the ground, almost in a sleeping state. All of the energy from the blast makes its way to my head and I exhale a cold green dust.
"How?-" he stumbles backwards. "How are you alive? One blast from a Dalek would kill any human instantly. It could even kill me. How did you survive?" he stares in wonder.
I sit upright. "It's.. so.. c-cold." I shiver as the energy from the blast flows through my bloodstream making the hair on my arms stand up.
He wraps his coat around my arms and leads me out the door and to a heater by the percussion section of the store. I relax a little.
"What did you do that for? You don't even know me. Yet you knew it could kill you." he asks.
"I do know you, Doctor. Not personally, no. But I've read up on you. Your magnificent tales of travels through space and time. I knew that if you died, we'd all be in danger." I can see the heat coming off of the heater and floating through the air.
"How? Mickey used a disc and deleted all information about me on the internet. How'd you read up on me then?"
"Oh, Doctor." I smile. "You think you can travel through time and space and not even leave a single footprint anywhere. You may have deleted everything on the internet, but there are thousands of books with your name in it."
He smiles and nods. "Of course. Tell me then. What are you?"
Should I tell him? Yeah. "I can tell you that I'm not.. how do I put this.. Normal. No."
"Who are your parents?"
Of course this would come up. Of bloody course. It's always my parents two of the most famous beings in our world. Of bloody course. "Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Weasley."
"So you're Rose?" he asks.
"No. That's my bloody sister. I'm Claire Weasley." I wince.
"Claire? But your parents only had Rose and Hugo."
I look down at the floor. "They tried to hide me. I wasn't supposed to exist. That's what they said anyway. They kept saying it. They told me not to use the name Claire Weasley in public, so everybody knows me as Isabel Holmes. They said to keep it a secret, and I did. They sent me to Hogwarts, and I was put into Gryffindor house, even though I was supposed to be in Ravenclaw most definitely. I asked them. I asked them what they wanted me to hide. They told me. They knew I was different since I was born but they won't tell me how and they probably never will. So I stayed invisible. Got a mediocre job at a music shop and pretended like my whole life never existed. So yeah. Everyone will say that Rose and Hugo were the only children of Ron and Hermione. But there's always been one more. The one that shouldn't exist."
We sit in silence for a moment.
"It's sort of funny, how I, the Doctor, can't go anywhere without leaving a footprint, but here you come and nobody even knows you actually exist." he says "All of your life and you've never left a footprint."
