BOOK ONE // 9th 10th 11th Fanfiction ~~ 'Who am I?' That is the question Elizabeth Smith has been asking herself since she can remember. Literally. Elisabeth was 5 when she was found, with no memories of what happened before she ended in that sinister alley, in London. She was an orphan. Her chance to start a relatively 'normal' life in the orphanage goes crumbling to pieces due to the strangeness that constantly surrounds her. Soon after her arrival, Elizabeth becomes an outcast. All because of her strangely eery, though beautiful dreams. Dreams about the Daleks, Cybermen and a man in a blue box, travelling through time and space. But are these dreams true? Is the Doctor, the mad man from her dreams, real? That's what she thinks until she meets him. Their encounters go from an accidental meeting on the street to an art exhibition in her room, when he shows up at the orphanage in the middle of the night. What will happen when he'll find out about her dreams? WIll Lizzie finally have her questions answered? About who she is, who her parents were and why they abandoned her with nothing but a strange jammed watch to keep her company? Lizzie will have to travel through time and space, meet people and aliens, friends of the Doctor and all of his different regenerations. All under a false identity, in an attempt to prevent a collapse in the time's continuum. What will happen when she will fall in love with her childhood hero, as she bounces from timeline to timeline and discovers things about his past? She'll have to figure this all out as quickly as she can, for she doesn't have much time left: with every second that passes, her end crawls closer and closer... [NEWLY EDITED VERSION WITH NEW CONTENT IS NOW UP ON THE WEBSITE DREAME!] ~~ A C H I E V E M E N T [Highest Ranking] [#10] in 'Fanfiction' [#1] in 'Doctor Who Fanfictions' !!! RECENTLY OFFICIALLY FEATURED ON DOCTOR WHO'S WATTPAD ACCOUNT O F F I C I A L E D I T O R @CapriOwO

It's dark in the closet, I can just vaguely see his features and realise how close we're standing. Like, really close. My chest is toughing his and my hand is resting on his shoulder. As I realise that, I quickly remove it. "Cozy", he whispers in my ear, which make chills run down my spine. "Shut up", I whisper. "McGonagall's class starts in ten minutes, I guess you'll be stuck in here until then", he says smirking. "I can leave at any moment", I say, glaring at him. "And then I'd follow you, and what would people think when they see us leaving a tiny closet like this, together", he whispers and God his voice makes me shiver. "You're such an arrogant git". "And you're a sad nerd". "Stupid sod!" "Pathetic halfblood" "Useless, stuck-up brat!" And then his lips collide with mine, all of the sudden, filled with passion. And I kiss him back. - This was my first HP fanfiction EVER. It's not great, but it's a quick, fun read I guess. If you want something a little more in depth and less ... cringy, I recommend checking out my other works haha All characters are owned by JK Rowling. I do NOT support JKR at all, but I wrote this fan fiction years ago when I didn't know any better, and the Harry Potter universe was a big part of my teen life. #1 in malfoyxreader #1 in dracoxreader #1 in Malfoy #1 in Pureblood #1 in Potter