"THIS IS GOING TO BE GOLD!" I start skipping around the control pannel. "I can't WAIT to meet JK! I bet she's going to be all like: oohh I have this fabulous idea for a book..."

"And I'll be like... I know you do. Harry Potter the boy who lived, and his two demented friends Hermoine Granger whose a complete nerd but very cool, and Ron Weasly who has a terrible last name and lots of dumb expressions but is completely awesome."

"And I say keep your mouth shut." The Doctor grins, flipping up the break. "Ah, here we are. February 1998 in... Edinsborough!" He breathes out as he opens the door. "I love London, don't you?"

"Never been." I join him outside, looking at the busy traffic whizzing by. "Where is she going to be?"

"Let's go this way!" The Doctor takes off suddenly, pulling me with him to a quaint little coffee shop.

"The Elephant House?" I laugh. "What an intruiging name!"

He takes a look around while I order. I was never a massive coffee drinker, but hey, if I'm going to spend the night with JK Rowling I'm going to want to keep awake. The waitress smiles at me as she hands me the change. "Hey Darl, here you go." Her eyes follow mine to the notice board. "Ah, a fan of the books are you?"

"Ah... what books?" I decide to play it dumb.

"Oh, I don't suppose you've heard. We are very proud to have our own author right here. She used to write her stories in here. And now she's published." She pulls off a notice advertising The Philosopher's Stone. "Take it if you like. You can even go and visit her house." She flips over the notice which has an address etched in the back.

"Thanks!" I say, taking our coffees. I look around to see the Doctor nowhere to be seen. Sighing a little, I grab us a booth and sit down, sipping the coffee slowly, reading the notice and fondly remembering the first time I read Harry Potter - the chills I got - and especially from the last book when Harry finally defeated his deadly enemy Voldemort.

"SO!" I look up abruptly as the Doctor slides into the seat across from me, taking a huge gulp of  his coffee and making a face. "Eurgh."

"Well it is cold... you're late... and you don't like coffee?"

"No I hate it." He winks and shoves a newspaper at me. The page flaps up, covering my face. "Look at this."

"The stock market rises by 2.8 cents... really?" I push it down so I'm looking at him over the top. "That's fascinating."

"Not that, lower." He creases it down and points to an article.

"In the last week, 6 people have mysteriously vanished. With no apparent connection to each other, and taken from different locations. The has been no sightings of the victims anywhere, only that they were last seen at a train station. Eye witness reports told the BBC of one young girl who wouldn't stop running into a wall. '"It has to be here!"  the young lady was saying,' 27 year old Winter says. 'She was crying and running into the brick wall. Then, all of a sudden it was like she vanished from view! A day later when I was catching the train for work again, the same thing happened, only a young ginger boy was there this time, panicking, repeating something about having to be at the station on time, on platform 9 and 3/4. All nonsense, if you ask me. Just like the girl, he ran into the wall and simply vanished. It was astonishing! But I'm sure it was some stupid party trick to fool us.No one around me saw anything.' This account has police baffled as to the nature of the crime, and the eye witness's testimony." I start to pout as he looks at me imploringly. "YOU PROMISED ME JK!" I lower my voice as I get a few stares.

"Come on, you said I could meet JK Rowling... and nothing was going to get in the way."

"But... people... disappearing..." He looks at me hopefully.

"Tell you what." I shove the newspaper at him. "You go investigate the unexplainable disappearances, and I'll meet my childhood hero. We'll meet up at the TARDIS in 2 days, sound alright?"

"Oh, alright." He follows me demurely out of the coffee house. "1 quick trip to JK's house, and then I'm going. Just how do you know where you're going?"

"Just call me Sherlock Holmes." I shove the pamphlet in his face. "Now come on! I want to meet her!"

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"Wow." I stare up at the fairly large but modest house with the green lush glass flowing out around it. "This is awesome!" I put my hand on the gate in front of me. "And how are we going to get in?"

"I have an idea..." The Doctor reaches into his jacket, removes his sonic screwdriver and buzzes the lock, which clicks open in a second. Taking a cautious look around, we slip inside, shutting the heavy gate carefully.

"Are we literally just going to barge into her house like... oh hi we're..." I stop suddenly. "Who are we?"

"Just be glad someone's thinking." The Doctor pulls out his psychic paper. "Darcy and the Doctor... publishers from Bloomsbury publishing?"

"Oh, that's clever." I smile respectfully. "I have to applaud you once again."

"I know, I'm that good." He reaches up to straighten his tie.

"Don't flatter yourself." I laugh, racing ahead of him. Knocking on the door, a pretty young woman answers. Her blond hair is brushed out of her face in an elegant bun and her light blue uniform bears no creases at all.

"Hello," The Doctor pulls out his pad. "May we come in?"

"Certainly... Miss Lester and... Mr. Smith. Please, wait in here." She directs us to what looks like a sitting room near the front door.

"If you don't mind, please. I said I'd have the second copy on your desk, I've just been very pushed for time lately, if you'll excuse the mess." JK Rowling, my idol, steps into the room. Her blond hair, as beautiful as always falls past her shoulders, and her soft blue eyes take us both in.

"Oh, that's quite alright." The Doctor says. "We haven't come about the books..."

"We just wanted to meet you!" I gush. I can't help myself. I practically leap forwards to shake her hand. "It's an absolute... honour Mrs. Rowling..."

"Oh, please." She smiles. "Call me Joanne. And you..."

"Darcy Lester." I smile at her. "I am a huge fan of yours."

"Always good to meet a fan." She smiles. "Well I hate to disappoint them, anyway. I have been a little stuck for ideas lately, but they'll come again." A slightly troubled look passes her face. "They... always do." She stares at the wall behind my head for a few moments until I clear my throat, and with a slight gasp she almost falls onto the couch, holding her head in her hands tightly, forehead creasing slightly.

"You alright?" The Doctor asks, concerned.

"Oh, yes." She brushes off his help. "Fine, thank you... I just had another thought! Oh this is wonderful." She gets up, perfectly normal, smiling at us as bright as the day. "Oh it's brilliant! Flying cars and a chamber..." She smiles at us. "I'm so sorry, if you'll excuse me... this can't wait a moment longer." She hurries off.

I raise an eyebrow at the Doctor before shrugging and following him out of the doorway. The maid lets us out with a robotic like smile and a friendly wave. "Come again soon, won't you?" She smiles.

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"I don't know, this whole thing seems fishy to me." The Doctor jams his hands in his pockets.

"I know, I mean the second book already! And we helped give her the idea!" I say excitedly.

"Oh I wasn't talking about that. Didn't the maid seem a little off to you? And JK..." He asks seriously.

"What?!" I turn around. "Are you still going on about what you read in the newspaper? Just forget it. I JUST FREAKING MET JK ROWLING! AND SHE WAS AWESOME!" I grin at the world above me. 

"That wasn't normal." The Doctor mutters again, ignoring me as usual.

"What are you going on about?" I grumble.

"Think for me, think! How did the idea of the first novel come to her?" He turns around to grip my shoulders. "Please! This is important! Does it ever say? How did she come up with the original idea?"

"Ah..." A llittle taken aback at his intensity, I shrug, then remember back to reading about it on Wikipedia. "Oh, that's right... she was traveling on a train... and she said the idea just sort of came to her, all of a sudden."

"Came to her all of a sudden?" He paraphrases with a look of understanding. "Oh, oh that's good. That's very good. Very clever indeed."

"What are you going on about now?" I groan. Before he can reply there's a blood-curdling scream.

"FATHER HELP ME! PLEASE!" A voice calls out desperately. 

The Doctor takes off running with me on his heels, around the cobbled streets of London until we reach a dark alley bordering two shops, in which someone is still crying out. "HELP ME! PLEASE! Please HELP!"

He runs down and puts his hands gently on someone's shoulders. "Shhh, it's OK. It's alright." He says softly.

The person screams again, shivering and shaking all over, and I arrive a second later, panting, and gasp at what I see on the wall. Scrawled in red ink are 3 words I never thought I'd see in real life:

You're next, Mudbloods

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"I can't! No! Please don't leave me!" The small child sobs. His tiny hands weave around the Doctor's coat. 

"I'm not, I promise." He clutches the little boy, who can't be more than 10 years old, tighter. "Tell me what's wrong."

"They took him! My daddy!" The little boy hides his face in the Doctor's long brown coat, sobbing grievously.

"We'll get your dad back, I promise." He whispers, smoothing down the little boy's wild black hair. "What's your name?" 

"Jack." The little boy sniffles, a tear sliding down his face. "Can you help my dad?"

"We'll help him." I say seriously. "But please, you have to tell me his full name."

He sniffles, looking at me with tears streaming down his face. "What?"

"This is important. What is your daddy's full name?" I ask. The Doctor raises an eyebrow in question but I ignore him.

"It... it was Arthur..." 

"Arthur what?" I say desperately.

"Come on, Darcy, he's been through enough..."

"THIS IS IMPORTANT!" I break in. "Please, kid - Jack - you have to tell me his full name. His second name and his last name. Please!"

"Arthur... Peter... William Benjamin Denver." He gets it out in one big gulp then goes back to crying.

Looking back at the wall, a shiver runs down my spine. I run my hands through my hair. "Oh my gosh."

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