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

Chapter Forty: Never

A/N: Went away for spring break... Sorry. It was fun. Double update. Here are two chapters that I originally really liked... Then I went back and read them. 😖 I feel like I didn't really write *a certain character- you'll know who I'm talking about* very well...

Chapter Forty: Never

I woke up some time later.
Warm, golden light lay across my face like a soft, yellow cat. I was lying in a bed, made up in crisp, clean, fresh white sheets. My head was buried deep in a cloud of fluffy pillows. Dark blonde hair fanned out around my face. My hair, I realized with a jolt.

A boy, a girl and a man I didn't know were all sitting at my bedside. The kids looked as though they had been crying. The man just looked sad.
I coughed loudly.
"Hi there," I croaked.
The three of them snapped to attention, staring down a me. A broad grin spread across the man's face. The boy-
"His name is Aries," whispered a voice in the back of my head.
Aries looked disbelieving. The girl was still sad, but her face twisted into a small, watery smile.
"Woah. Okay. Mic check 1... 2-3. That's my voice. Different face. Not cool. Are things cool now? Is that how it works?"
A stern-looking woman in matron's clothes rushed over.
"Oh, dear, how are we going to explain this," she tutted. "Here, darling, take this. It's pepperup potion- should get you back on your feet soon. Albus said he'd be to visit again." she handed me a cup of steaming, peppery liquid, and bustled off.
"Amelia- I'm- I can't- so glad you're not dead," stuttered Aries.
"Thanks," I said cheekily. "Maybe I'm dead and you're the one who's- wait. That's not a good one."
My whole brain felt muddled and unfamiliar. I'd forgotten how terrible regeneration was.
The man spoke for the first time. "I am also glad you aren't dead."
"Well, thanks," I replied. "There's a good chance I'm glad that you're not dead. What did I just say? Regenerating sucks." I shook my finger drunkenly at Natalie. "Don't EEEVER do it."
"I promise I won't," she smiled slightly.
"Okay. All right."
There was a pause. Then Aries said,
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"What?"
"It's no use keeping it a secret anymore. It's pretty obvious you're a Time Lady."
"Yeah."
"I've known for a while."
"That's... Wait- wait a second. What did you call me?" I said, arranging my face in what I hoped was a confused expression.
"You're- um. You're a terrible liar."
"Trust me, I'm really not. How long have you known?"
"Well. Er. I thought I knew from- that time I h-hit you in the head with a plate?"
"How?"
"Well, I figured it out. Your pulse- um, not that I- I didn't- um- well, it was twice as fast as normal. But not fast- er, doubled. And the way you talk, and everything- It's... There's a lot. And, obviously, Er.. You're not dead."
"Merlin's undergarments, you are SUCH a Ravenclaw," said Natalie, open-mouthed. I pursed my lips.
"Hey, I didn't mean it like- that was not an insult, you know," she remedied huffily.
I snorted.
Aries smiled at me blandly.
"So, did you have something to say to me?"
"Huh?"
"Oh, you know, maybe apologize for keeping the fact that YOU AREN'T EVEN BLOODY HUMAN a secret from me? For letting me think that you were DEAD?"
"Natalie, rubbish work. Absolutely D minus grade stuff. You didn't tell him right away?"
"I did."
"I can't have seemed dead for more than a minute, then!"
Aries blushed furiously but glared at me in anger.
"Longest minute of my life."
Unsure what to say, I turned back to the man. "Who're you?"
"That's a long story- that I will save until later. I think the question right now is "Who are YOU?""
"Well, yeah, duh, that's the question to me, I hate having a different brain. Do I have a different brain? That'd be interesting to see. Does your brain change when you regenerate? Is it all of you or just bits or what? Hm," I said, all at once, and then suddenly I was exhausted and I fell right back to sleep.

I awoke again some time later. To my dismay- why was it to my dismay? Only the man was still at my bedside. He was sleeping with his head propped up on his hand and drooling.
I coughed.
He stirred.
I coughed again.
"Hih Kug- huh?" he snorted. "Oh, sorry."
"Who are you?"
"Like I said, it's a long story."
"Why do I recognize you? You must be someone important."
"Am I? I don't think we've ever met."
"What is this?"
"What?"
"If we've never met, then what's this?"
"We've never met prior to this event. Okay?"
"Yeah. Still doesn't explain who you are."
"Well... I'm- um. First of all, I can't believe I'm talking to you. Second of all, I'm the Doctor, pleased to meet you."
He watched me carefully, so I did my best to mask my surprise (and my urge to cry out that a wanted criminal had been watching me sleep).
"You're...?" I said faintly.
"Yeah. I take it you know who I am," he said lightly. "By the way, I'm not a serial killer. Don't worry."
"Just a mass murderer, thief, and treasonist. Did I just say that? Correction. Traitor. Better word. That brings me comfort."
He tried a feeble attempt at a smile but seemed to choke on it. "What, the better word or the fact that I'm a mass murderer?"
I glowered at him.
"This is going badly, isn't it. I'll leave you alone. But- um. I wrote the TARDIS phone number on that towel. Do call."
"Never."
His eyes widened for a fraction of a second. He stood up so quickly he knocked over the chair he'd been sitting in, and the man was gone in a matter of seven seconds and zero miliseconds.
I was a harsh person now. Ouch.

A/N: Amelia has done the one thing a Whovian can never, ever, EVER do- REJECTED THE DOCTOR
PRETTY SURE THAT'S AGAINST THE FANDOM CODE OF CONDUCT :P
I felt like a terrible person for her writing that.