Even though Rose seemed a bit on the peculiar side, the green eyed Gryffindor smiled to her. She was definitely a change to their group, but where on earth did she come from? where did that box come from? Harry's mind would drift to his thoughts as he ate his dinner slowly. As if he didn't have a lot on his plate already with Dumbledore's odd behavior, Umbridge being a rabid menace to his home and now Rose showing up in a mysterious police box that obvious wasn't from this time era or even this wizarding world. There was just something very odd about it, but right now Harry knew that in time the truth would be revealed, it had to be right? Everything came to surface at one point or another, at least that's what Harry thought, believed in and held hope in. Nothing could stay hidden forever. Harry was pulled from his thoughts as he looked to Ron who was serving up a third helping of food, the teen's eyes softened as he smiled 'Typical Ron' that boy had an endless pit of a stomach it seemed. When Rose spoke up he brought his attention to her and gave her a nod "Be careful, Rose, the castle is full of all sorts of things" the teen wizard warned. He gave a wave "But do sleep well, good night"
 
Once she was gone, Harry brought his attention to his two best friends his eyes moving from Ron then to Hermione staring to his bushy haired friend as he gave her a smile before finishing up his food. It wasn't long after that he and Hermione got up and headed off leaving Ron chatting with others until more students turned in. As Harry headed out of the Great Hall with his best friend he and Hermione traveled up the stairs, taking their time as they ascended up the stairs at a slow pace, whispering amongst themselves. "Yeah I'm getting a weird feeling too. Rose isn't from this time, that much is certain but how did she get here? What brought her here? what's her purpose?" he reached up combing his fingers through his untamed hair with a heavy sigh. "The way she looked at us .. I know time travel is possible we've been to the past but it didn't look like she had a Time Turner. and that big blue box? this is just … too confusing right now." he drew in an even heavier sigh than before. As the subject was dropped once they found an empty classroom, Harry walked in with her inside and moved to lean against the wall near the window as he glanced out at the falling speckles of snow in silence as he listened to her speak.
 
Hearing what was brought to the table with her discussing with Ron he continued to stay silent after her first statements. Harry brought his green eyes to Hermione as he saw her smile and returned the kind gesture "You're right, Hermione" he voice with shake of his head "With Dumbledore not doing anything, Umbridge digging her hands into places they really don't belong. We're not being taught what we should be. We're all at risk, it's like she wants us to fail in protecting ourselves its ridiculous" a worried look came over Harry's face as he continued to listen. Harry himself being a leader and instructing people? Harry? a leader? really? He'd done it throughout the years yes, but this would be breaking every single rule at the school that would no doubt result in immediate expulsion if found out. But to hear this? Hermione herself having so much confidence in him that he could pull this off? That gave Harry a feeling of warmth as it spread through him but then came the dread "I'll have think about it, Hermione" he gave her a look of unease "You're right, but this is a lot to ask of me. You more than anyone else know what I've been through" sometimes Harry had his doubts like now, but with this particular case he knew that this had to be done there was no way around it, he knew that much. 
 
The Time War had done it's damage to the Ninth Doctor, so much death and destruction he needed to get away from it all. After setting his home planet a blaze, with the use of 'the moment' oh how he wanted to just be gone with all and not have to see the world again. But the moment saw it as the price to pay for doing such a horrendous crime of destroying everything he'd grown to love in order to save the universe. The way he'd pay was that he'd survive, he'd be the only survivor of the wreckage, of the destruction and so it was; he'd survived. But now? It wasn't like he'd remember it, no. Something had happened and his memories were wiped, stored in an old fob watch. The woman who'd found him went by the name of Patience, that was all she ever told him. She was a beautiful woman, petite, long curled brown hair, light shade of freckles over her cheeks and to compliment her already stunning features she held the most sparkling hazel honey brown eyes he'd ever seen. Little did he know that this was 'the moment' in disguise as a very familiar face, but one that he couldn't remember. The Moment wanted to leave him where he was safe, where he could escape his memories. She wanted him to have a good life.
 
Having been fed false memories, from what he knew, John Smith was his name and he held a position of authority at a school called Hogwarts. The Charms professor is what he was, and after speaking with the Headmaster of the school, Professor Smith had slipped into his position quite well, sharing and splitting the years between himself and Professor McGonagall. Upon doing so, he never saw that woman again, Patience. Who was she really? Where did she come from? After time went on, she slipped from his mind and he went on teaching, if one could call it that. John Smith was an easy going guy, didn't like be too hard on the students He himself wasn't a hard minded man either, he was more lazed, didn't like to be put under pressure. Didn't like to have his students under pressure, it wasn't the best when it came to teaching a class and having the students follow through with his explanations but still the class was learning, surprisingly. This evening, it had been another normal day for him, teaching Charms, well rather yapping on about charms. That was the Professor's form of teaching was to give his knowledge and whoever wanted to write down notes, could. It was their choice really if they passed or failed for the year, not his. After finishing up dinner at the Great Hall, the Professor sat and chatted with some of the other adults at the table before bidding good night.
 
Exiting the Great Hall, John Smith headed along the corridors until he reached the corridor that led to his classroom. As he neared it, he was surprised to see the door open, he knew he always closed it when not in there so for it to be open? Who was in there? Walking up to the door his blue eyes scanned the room as he slowly leaned against the doorway his eyes falling upon a blonde young woman. A young blonde woman who was rummaging through the items on his desk, what on earth could she possibly be looking for? Then she picked it up, his fob watch, one that he always had on him but never opened. With a wave of his wooden wand, there was light in the room as the candles all about the place lit up in an instant. That seemed to cause the girl to drop the item after she'd picked up and finally noticed him, the man couldn't help but tilt his head in confusion at her word.
 
After introducing herself, who she was and where she was from, John Smith watched her as she neared him. It didn't add up, it only made him more curious about this girl. She claimed she was a transfer from Beauxbaton? That was hard to believe for she didn't hold the thick French accent that at least ninety nine percent of the students and faculty held. He remembered due to having been at Hogwarts the previous year during the Tri-Wizard tournament, and she wasn't even there for the tournament itself. He was more than certain he'd remember seeing her as he never forgot a face. But now wasn't the time to question, no, now was the time to just get her out of his classroom and off to her respected house common room. "Hello " as he spoke with a wave and a smile, his voice held a Northern accent to it, but it was something he never questioned as there were teachers from all over the world. "It's alright, Miss Tyler but next time you are curious, please wait outside my door, it's not that I don't mind having you barge into my classroom but … after dinner? That catches me off guard. During the day is fine. But at night I'd prefer to be prepared rather than taken by surprise. No harm done though, have a good night Miss Tyler" he gave her a smile and was about to step aside out of the doorway when she insisted on squeezing right by to get out.
 
Not having been able to stop himself from getting a really good look around the school in all perfection that had been written perfectly in those novels, the Doctor found himself wandering the corridors, peeking in on empty classrooms, why not just allow himself a little free time before the actual 'undercover' investigation started the following day? The Doctor had been having such a grand time, he almost felt like a kid in a toy store almost it was that good of a feeling. Never in his nine hundred years had he ever visited this place but now he actually was and he found that to be spectacular. With a grin upon his face he looked toward portraits on the wall, they were really moving, yes he knew of magic and had seen the movies but this? Oh this was beyond brilliant. His thoughts were interrupted though as he had been ran into by Rose. 
 
"There you are" he grinned to her then blinked as she gave him a look "Sorry…" he knew why she'd given him that look. He'd sent out her of the TARDIS unprepared, well he was more than certain she'd be given what she needed. When she began to explain on a lead his eyebrows shot up in surprise, wow she worked quick. Though sadly before he was even able to get any information from her he heard three pairs of footsteps rounding the corner. "Right, of course" as she walked off he turned his attention to the three Slytherin misfits. Giving them a stern look the Doctor watched as they were on their way. His eyes followed them closely before he was left alone in the corridor. Only then did he head for his sleeping quarters to turn in the for the night. Not that Time Lords slept all that much but after everything with the living plastics the Doctor was feeling a bit tired.
 
In the classroom with Hermione, Harry stood there his mind was racing and stretching out in all different directions it was more than a lot to take in for him. She was asking a lot of him and the wizard wasn't really sure on how to go about it all if he even decided to do it. hearing that it could be fun, Harry gave a somewhat puzzled look to his face, was she serious? that would be fun? But Harry wasn't looking at it with an open mind, no he was looking at it from the 'consequences' view. That was until she began to list off what he'd been going through, no doubt Ron about the not sleeping much for sure. When she spoke of trying to help him, Harry couldn't help but smile as he gave a nod. Before he could even answer she had stepped close to him and was pulling him into a tight embrace. One he returned instantly as he held her close to him a feeling he never got tired of, she always knew when he needed a hug, a shoulder, an ear to listen. Through everything, Hermione was there for him and he appreciated her for it. "I will" was his answer to her as he followed her out of the classroom. Catching up to her instantly as they ascended up the steps toward their common room. Once the password was given the two stepping into the common room itself. Harry looked around his gaze falling to Hermione as he heard her laugh and smiled "Those were the days, when things were simple at the very beginning" he stood there his mind drifted for that one moment before Hermione spoke to him again, pulling him from his thoughts "Night" he waved back and decided to head to the boy's dorm to turn in.
 
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The morning sun had risen over the horizon, it's warm rays blanketing the school grounds and castle in its bright welcoming light. The staff was up earlier than students on this morning, showering, preparing for their day, John Smith was up and in the Great Hall catching a quick bite to eat. By the time he exited the Great Hall the Doctor was entering it "Good Morning" greeted Smith with a nod as he did any faculty member in the morning, the Doctor giving a respectable nod as he headed for the table for a cup of tea and some breakfast. The two had just passed each other and the Doctor didn't get an inkling of anything, didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Then again he hadn't been looking questioningly at this so called John Smith, he was wanting his morning tea before anything else.
 
By the time students were filling into their respected classrooms for lectures to begin, John Smith sat at his desk where he normally did, the old heavy and tattered book where he cited most of his lectures from lay sprawled out on the top of his desk as the class filled up with students. Waiting for the last student to enter before he began his lecture, as the final student closed the door John Smith looked about to see who was there and who wasn't. Everyone seemed to be present which was always good, he hated deducting points and would often times just let it slide, he was that sort of lazed professor when it came to such things. "Morning to the lot of you" he gave them a smile "can anyone tell me where we last left off at?" one of the students in the far back raised their hand and answered "ah right right" Professor Smith thought for a moment as he tapped his chin before addressing the class once more "How about we start today with something a bit more challenging? Obviously you lot have been doing great, no need to hold anyone back" he gave a wave of his hand and turned a few pages "let's see here" he skimmed the title of the chapter "Cloaking charms" with that the Professor was off like a rocket babbling on about the proper uses, what should be avoided, how to properly cast and so forth. Those who listened took notes, those who wanted to learn something took notes, but mostly the notes were needed, the Professor never gave exams.
 
The Doctor hadn't thoroughly checked the castle the night before, he'd been tired and had passed out the moment his head had touched the pillow. So now? he was running late to his first class. His sonic screwdriver had been cloaked as a wooden wand, a little help from his TARDIS' chameleon circuit which had just enough residual energy to cloak his screwdriver to make it more 'wand like' when it came to 'spell casting'. In full professor attire the Doctor walked through the classroom doors, as he headed up to the desk "Good Morning Class, I'm Professor Logan, I'll be teaching you about muggle studies this year, nice to meet you all" the Doctor actually held quite the professional attitude to him, he was actually taking his 'undercover' role quite seriously, though he knew it didn't matter but he wanted to, it could be fun in his opinion. "Hope you're all ready to gain some knowledge about those fascinating muggles." he stepped in front of his desk and leaned against it "from their trinkets, to behaviors, emotions. They're quite spectacular bunch those muggles. you never know what to expect from them really" he reached behind him to grabbed a book before turning his attention to full on class "Any questions before we start?"