Author's Note:
This is going to be 13 chapters long and each chapter except the last is based on the songs off Paramore's album Brand New Eyes (hence the title of the fic)
Each chapter will have two parts alhtough they won't be clearly labled - part one of each chapter follows on chronologically from the previous (unless I make a major mistake, which I'm hoping I won't), while part two of each chapter will jump around in the timeline. Part two of each chapter is also extracts from a WIP Torchwood/Harry Potter crossover I'm working on based in the same universe - I should have the first chapter uploaded sometime this week, possibly next week, and it will be slow to update.
It is going to have homosexuality in it, so those who don't like it will have to either deal with it or just not read it (seriously, though, if you're reading anything with Jack Harkness in it then you have to resign yourself to reading slash).
Warnings: Darkish/Grey Harry, swearing, non-human Ianto (you'll find out what he is eventually), non-graphic slash, Jack Harkness (yes, he needs his own warning)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or Torchwood (or Doctor Who, if by the off chance it pops up)
ENJOY!
Chapter One: Careful
Harry glared at the ground as he slouched down the street, looking like a ten-year-old due to his tiny frame and the oversized clothes adorning it. Years of malnourishment and neglect had left him the size of a scrawny eleven-year-old or slightly large ten-year-old, despite the fact he was fifteen, almost sixteen, years of age.
This summer had been one of the worst since he started at Hogwarts. Sirius was dead, and he'd found out that the truth had been kept secret from him despite asking Dumbledore so many times to be told what was going on. Not to mention his uncle had been hitting him more often than usual – but that wasn't as bad as the rest. He was used to the occasional punch or slap from his obese uncle – it rarely did more than form a couple of bruises which disappeared within three days.
Harry found himself at the park, and sat down on one of the swings to stare moodily up at the night sky. The frown on his face twisted, and he gave a deprecating laugh before looking down at his trainers scuffing up the dirt. Who would have thought the truth would trap him so nicely in the Wizarding World – even more so than his fame did? He would have to find a way to get himself out.
-BNE-BNE-BNE-BNE-BNE-BNE-
A full year later Harry found himself at the same spot in the park in Little Whinging, this time a bit less mopey and a little more determined. He would kill Voldemort, open the eyes of the Wizarding World, and then he would leave with his hard-earned freedom.
Harry still looked like a child from a distance, but anyone who got close enough would see the strength in his five-foot-nothing frame and the pain and darkness lurking in his emerald eyes. He'd changed a lot in the past year, and not just because of what he'd learned from Snape, Moody and Dumbledore (although he'd learned more from Snape and Moody than from the now-deceased headmaster).
A sharp crack nearby heralded the arrival of two Death Eaters, and a slow, cruel smile curved the underage wizard's lips as they shot spells towards him intended to incapacitate only. This would be fun…
Harry held up a hand and the curses shot back towards the ones to cast them at double the strength, sending both men flying as Harry got to his feet and strode over to them. He ignored the one afflicted by a Petrificus Totalus, hauling the Confounded one to his feet and punching him square in the jaw. The wizard staggered, flailing, and Harry stepped in closer to give a sharp uppercut to the man's stomach. He collapsed with a wheeze, winded, and Harry stomped on his wrist hard enough to break it, relishing the scream the action tore from the Death Eater's lips. The immobilised wizard was now making whimpering noises of terror, eyes wide beneath his mask, and Harry gave a deranged smile as he removed the hex with a wave of a hand.
"You will regret attacking me," he hissed, and slugged the Death Eater in the jaw.
Five minutes later Harry strolled away, leaving both wizards in a twitching, whimpering heap in the middle of the park. Harry started to hum.
When the youth was gone, a suited figure moved out of the shadows he had been observing from, a curious look in his blue eyes as he eyed the fallen wizards and then looked in the direction the youth had gone.
That was interesting…very interesting indeed…
-BNE-BNE-BNE-BNE-BNE-BNE-
"Ianto, we have a new recruit," Jack said as the archivist entered the meeting room with a tray of coffee mugs. Ianto looked up, and both eyebrows rose as he took in the familiar young man seated to Jack's right. "Ianto Jones, Harry Potter. Harry, Ianto."
"A pleasure," Ianto nodded with a faint quirk of a smile on his lips, and a smirk flashed briefly over Harry's face as a knowing glint appeared in his dark emerald eyes. No one noticed their brief, wordless exchange. No one realised they already knew each other.
"Likewise," the younger man replied casually, and Ianto nodded as he passed around coffee to the others and then took a closer look at the newcomer.
"You don't drink coffee," he stated, and Harry shook his head. "Tea it is, then." Harry gave a half-smile and nodded his thanks, and Ianto went to make him some.
They both knew Harry wasn't what he seemed, but that was alright because Ianto wasn't either. They would just be careful not to let the others know just yet.
I settled down
A twisted up frown disguised as a smile
Well you would've never known
I had it all but not what I wanted
'Cause hope for me was a place uncharted and overgrown
You'd make your way in
I'd resist you just like this
"You can't tell me to feel!"
The truth never set me free
So I did it myself
You can't be too careful anymore
When all that is waiting for you won't come any closer
You've to reach out a little more
Open your eyes like I opened mine
It's only the real world: a life you will never know
Shifting your weight to throw off the pain
Well you can ignore it
But only for so long
You look like I did
You resist you just like this
"You can't tell me to heal!"
And it hurts remembering
How it felt to shut down
You can't be too careful anymore
When all that is waiting for you won't come any closer
You've got to reach out a little more
Truth never set me free
The truth never set me free
The truth never set me free so I'll do it myself
You can't be too careful anymore
When all that is waiting for you won't come any closer
You've got to reach out
You can't be too careful anymore
When all that is waiting for you won't come any closer
You've got to reach out more
"Careful" - Paramore
End A/N:
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Also, if you think the rating should be M instead of T, let me know.
Ashuri