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Al ran to the Gryffindor Tower. He barely registered Rose sleeping on the couch apparently in an attempt to wait for him.

Al jumped on to his bed and stared up.

What was Amy involved in?

More questions swirled in his head.

Why, out of all the departments in the Ministry, was the Department of Mysteries involved? Amy was a Muggle. Al knew that much.

'But you don't really know her, did you?' A voice crept in his head.

No, he didn't. Despite being around each other all summer, Al didn't really know Amelia Pond. Sure he knew her favorite thing to eat was fish sticks and custard. And that she dreamed of traveling someday. He knew her favorite color and her favorite story. That she liked eating apples with faces on them. And that she hated waiting.

But he didn't really know her. He didn't know where she was or why she didn't say goodbye.

But he would one day, he assured himself. He would find Amy Pond.

When he woke up after a tired sleep, Albus started towards the Great Hall.

"Albus Severus Potter!"

Al turned around. Rose was running after him, her red hair flying everywhere.

"What's wrong?" Albus asked.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Are you serious? You've been acting so strange all summer! And then three Unspeakables and the Headmistress make you miss the welcoming feast! So yes Albus, what's wrong!" Rose exclaimed at him.

"How did you know they were Unspeakables?" Albus seemed to ignore half of Rose's concerns.

"Dad pointed out Zacharias Smith once. He was at the top box for the Quidditch World Cup in 2014, remember?"

"What did he tell you?" Al asked urgently. He was desperate for any information.

"That Zacharias Smith was apparently an arse when he was in Dumbledore's Army."

So that meant that Al's dad knew Zacharias Smith as well.

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"What do you mean remember?" Al unsurely questioned Zacharias Smith.

Zacharias Smith continued to smile.

"Just clear your head."

Zacharias Smith began to reach for his wand.

"You will not be using Legilimencyagainst my students in this room! I absolutely forbid it!" Professor McGonagall got up from her seat. Her nose was flared and her eyes were burning.

Zacharias Smith sighed in frustration.

"The urgency of the matter is of great importance, Minerva."

"And so is the safety of my students. You came to my office with the intent to interrogate my student, not go through his mind."

Zacharias Smith looked at the two large men next to him as if weighing his options.

"Fine, I'll stick to questions, but only if Mr. Potter cooperates. If he doesn't, I will go to the Minister directly. Then you input won't have much weight."

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth to retort, but Albus quickly answered hoping to avoid getting the Minister of Magic himself involved, "I'll answer any of your questions, sir."

"Very well, how long did you know Amelia – sorry Amy Pond?"

"We became friends this summer," Albus wasn't completely truthful, but he'd rather keep his childhood memories of Amy Pond to himself.

"Did she mention anything about her parents?"

"Only that they died."

"How?"

"Sorry?"

"How did they die?"

"Well sir, that is not something I usually ask people with dead parents."

"Did she mention any other important person in her life?"

Al paused. He knew Zacharias was referring to the Raggedy Doctor. But something told him to feign ignorance.

"Yes, her aunt. They weren't too close, but close enough."

"Anyone aside her aunt?"

"I think there was someone named Rory or Ronnie."

Zacharias Smith let out a noise of frustration. He asked again, "Anyone else? Perhaps a teacher, guardian, or a healer?"

Al almost jumped. Zacharias Smith knew more than Al thought.

"I think she did mention going to a healer about a cold she had earlier in the summer."

"Look Mr. Potter. You said you help me –"

"No," Albus said quietly. "I said I would help Amy."

"Then help her. Did she ever mention a healer?"

"…yes…but she called him a doctor," Albus gave in.

The Ministry was the good guy and if Amy was in trouble, they would help her. Wouldn't they?

But Al wasn't sure. He remembered seeing the scars on his father's hands and asking where they came from. The Ministry wasn't always the good guy. Could they be in the wrong again?

But he thought of Amy. He needed to get her back. He just had to.

Zacharias Smith seemed to be happier than ever. He finally had an answer he wanted and he wouldn't stop there.

"What did she say about him?"

"That he was raggedy," Yet, despite his resolution to talk, Albus didn't seem able to. Something inside of him wasn't letting him.

"And what else?"

"Something about fish sticks."

"Fish sticks?" For once Zacharias Smith was the confused one.

"Oh, and custard."

Zacharias seemed tired of playing games.

"Did she mention a blue box?"

Albus froze.

"No." Albus looked straight into Zacharias Smith's cold eyes.

He might have answered no, but he shock at the sound of the blue box must've said a different answer, because Zacharias Smith seemed pleased and started heading out.

"We'll talk again Mr. Potter. You've been a great help. Maybe next time you'll be more…ah, cooperative." Zacharias Smith looked at Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall did not look pleased in the slightest.

Zacharias Smith and the other two men left.

"Mr. Potter," McGonagall said quietly, "Be careful. I don't know what is going on or why a Muggle seems to be involved, but when the Department of Mysteries is involved, nothing good can come out of it."

Albus nodded. He walked out slowly. He wasn't going to get much sleep tonight.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~..~.~.~.~..~.~.~.~..~.~.~.~..~.~.~.~..~.~.~.~..~.~.~.~..~.~.~.~..~.~.~.~..~.~.~.~.

Al's thoughts came back to his angry cousin standing in front of him.

"Look, Rose, I'm sorry. I just…can't talk about it right now."

"What do you mean? What's happening Albus?" Rose looked scared for once. She only ever looked scared for two things: spiders and failing an exam.

"I'm not sure," Albus said truthfully.

"Do you need any help?" Rose asked hesitantly.

"No – actually yes, do you know anything about flying blue boxes?"

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"Here's something about a mysterious man and a young woman. Something about Muggles and dead people being possessed."

"Inferi?"

"No, this account was written by Charles Dickens, so it's probably fiction."

"Keep looking," Al urged.

He himself was skimming a book on a mysterious event during World War II. Apparently something was occurring to people and they seemed to be growing gas masks, whatever that meant.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Rose asked annoyed at her cousin and his ungratefulness.

"Does it mention a blue box?"

"No, but it does mention a doctor."

"Keep it in the maybe pile."

THUD.

Albus and Rose turned around.

Scorpius Malfoy was hurriedly trying to rearrange the books he seemed to have knocked down. His face was a slight pink and he avoided making eye contact with either of them.

Scorpius Malfoy was nothing like his father. Sure they had the same white blond hair and aristocratic features, but their similarities ended there. Scorpius was in Ravenclaw and mostly kept to himself. It was hard to be popular when your grandfather and father were well known Death Eaters. And although Scorpius was nothing like his father, he still fell victim to the past of his family.

"Are you spying on us Malfoy?" Rose accused Scorpius.

Scorpius shook his head quickly.

"Then why are you here?" Rose continued.

"I j-just, never mind," Scorpius left the fallen books there and walked away.

Albus looked curiously at Scorpius. Was Scorpius Malfoy interested in the raggedy doctor and his blue box too?

After days of researching in the library, Albus and Rose had complied a list of all the references to blue boxes and mysterious doctors and healers. They hadn't began searching in the Forbidden Section, but Rose promised him earlier that day to get a note from Professor Flitwick.

Rose was currently in her Ancient Runes class. Albus was extremely grateful to Rose. Despite not giving her anymore information except a small story of a mystery raggedy healer who could fly in a box, Rose didn't ask any more questions and didn't snoop. She helped him despite taking a full schedule of NEWT level courses.

Albus was reviewing the list of historic accounts of blue boxes when he heard someone behind him. He quickly turned and saw a similar intruder, Scorpius Malfoy.

Albus rushed to hide the list and papers of his and Rose's research.

"I heard you were looking for information about a healer who had a bright blue box that was bigger on the inside?"

Al paused. A few papers fell from the desk, but Al didn't care. How had Scorpius Malfoy known about the inside of the box? He hadn't told anyone, not even Rose.

"I have some information I thought might help you, here," Scorpius took out some papers from his bag and gave them to Al.

"How?" was all Al could muster.

"Um, well, see my one of my ancestors apparently really loved the Muggle queen, Elizabeth I, but she didn't love him. That's kind of where the anti-Muggle sentiments I guess started in my family. At least that's what my Grandma said." Scorpius rambled.

Al didn't know why Scorpius Malfoy of all people was telling him this. They didn't hate each other per se, but they were never friends. Scorpius Malfoy had no reason to help him.

"And?" Al just wanted Scorpius to get to the point.

"Oh, sorry," Scorpius flushed. "Anyway, I guess she didn't like him because she insisted she was already married to some healer. When my great-great something grandfather asked for more information all she said was that he was tall, wore the weirdest outfit, and that he traveled in a bright blue box that was bigger on the inside. But apparently, the healer left and she was waiting for him."

The story sounded so familiar. Another girl left waiting for a man in a blue box to take her away.

Amy.

He remembered that he could still save her. He could and he would, Al kept on assuring himself.

"Well, anyway, those are some letters between the really old Malfoy and the Queen. They reference the healer in them. Thought they might help you."

"Why are you helping me?" Al pressed.

"Who doesn't love a good mystery right? I heard you and Weasley talk about it and I just remembered the mystery healer. Maybe you can solve this mystery?" Scorpius answered.

"Thanks," Albus responded.

Scorpius nodded. Just as Scorpius was about to leave, Rose walked by.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Rose asked.

"He was helping us Rose," Albus answered for Scorpius. Scorpius nodded again and walked away.

Albus spent all night reading the one-sided love letters between Malfoy and Queen Elizabeth I. They didn't offer much information. They were mostly love claims for the healer, who she called the Doctor. However, all her descriptions of him were full of useless adjectives. Knowing the beauty of the Doctor's lips were not going to help Al in the slightest.

The only new information she provided was that apparently he traveled with female companions. She mentioned someone named Clara and another girl she did not know by name. Apparently the Doctor was strolling around London with a dark skinned girl and William Shakespeare when the Queen finally found him again after years of waiting.

Amy wasn't the first. Maybe he could trace back and find out of this Clara girl was. But that was the sixteenth century, there was bound to be a million Clara's and maybe like Amy she might be a Muggle which only made the search harder.

No, he would have to find another way.

According to Rose and Al's research there were several accounts of mysterious healers who traveled around in even more mysterious boxes. Ancient accounts from the Aztecs mentioned an old healer who traveled with another young man and two women. Queen Victoria wrote a scathing letter to the Minister of Magic warning him of a dangerous man who travelled in blue boxes. Strange inventions involving televisions during the Queen's coronation mention a savior who was last seen next to a blue box. This time he was accompanied by a young woman with bright blonde hair. There was of course Queen Elizabeth's tale of a man called the Doctor in the sixteenth century.

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Rose found some old Ministry reports that claimed Muggles saw a mysterious blue objects in the sky. However, the Ministry of Magic could trace the objects to any wizard. Rose offered to write to her mum to ask for help, but Al didn't want to involve anyone else.

Strangely enough Scorpius Malfoy started to assist them in their research. He helped them find an old letter from a worker in America who was working on the Empire State building. The worker wrote a far stretched tale of machines hidden in the building. Apparently the Doctor had saved them with the help of a girl named Martha.

None of the stories made sense. There was usually something impossible happening, even by the standards of magic. However, the Doctor always seemed to help get rid of these supernatural occurrences. And he was almost with a young companion, usually a young woman.

And the strangest part was that all of these stories were spread out throughout the centuries. Maybe the title of "Doctor" was passed from generation to generation.

AL groaned in frustration. This would have been so much easier if Amy had just told him everything. Why couldn't she have left a note or something, anything, explaining where she was?

Everything about Amy Pond was a mystery.

A/N: So here's the second chapter. It's a bit slower than the first one. The first few are going to be a bit on the slower end, because I'm trying to set everything up. I don't want to rush into the Doctor just yet.

The next few chapters will have more flashbacks than this one. I'll try to establish what Al and Amy's relationship was before she disappeared.

Anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter!