My name is Airiana Harkness. I'm twenty years old. I live in London with my dad. I know. Twenty years old and I'm still living with my dad? How lame is that? Well, not exactely. See, i didn't really have a normal childhood. I had been born on a spaceship. My mother had pressed a button on my father's time manipulator and sent them both to a small empty rom in the middle of a space war. That's where she died giving birth to me. My father had to go over, under, through and around aliens fighting, just to get me out of that ship and to Cardiff. That's where he started his buisness called Torchwood. It was outside of the government, the police force, everything. The twenty first century was where it all changed, and you had to be ready or you would die. My father also met a woman called Suzie, who was like a mother to me. She'd taught me how to ride a bike, how to build a teleporter, how to cook, which didn't work, everything. But then she committed suicide and Gwen joined Torchwood. I snooped through my father's stuff and found a file on a man with a box that was bigger on the inside and traveled through time and soace. A few days later, there was an alien crashing and under the rubble was a blue police box . That was the day I met the Doctor. If you are reading this story on any platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/user/Hannah_Hatter Thank you.

Jade Dawson is the daughter of Pure-Blood parents, Zoe and Alfie Dawson. When she's 11, she gets her Hogwarts letter and gets ready with the Weasleys (her second family, basically). On the Hogwarts Express, Jade meets The Boy Who Lived a.k.a Harry Potter. It is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Will it go further than friendship? Join Jade, Harry, Ron and Hermione as they explore the Wizarding world... ~~~~~~~~~ © elliemay9230 2016 Wattpad PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY STORY OR IDEAS. PLEASE COMMENT FOR PERMISSION. *None of these characters belong to me apart from Jade Dawson and her family. They all belong to the wonderful J.K Rowling.*