Hogwarts And Torchwood
I don't own Harry Potter or Torchwood
Jack stood protectively in front of Ianto. How had they got into this? It hadn't even been a serious rift alert that they had been called out for. He can still remember it clearly. This was how the team had got themselves into this danger; this was how they had got themselves into this mess.
"Unusual activity on an alley just off the high streets," Gwen shouted. The team quickly gathered in the centre of the hub before racing towards the SUV. Owen jumped in the driver's seat with the rest of the team getting in just afterwards. "I thought that I was driving today," Gwen scowled at Owen from the passenger seat.
"Really," Owen asked, rolling his eyes as he pulled the car away, "We could be facing anything in a minute: a zombie; an alien; a singing spoon and you want to argue about whose driving." Gwen swore at him. "Now really, a young lady such as yourself should be watching her language," Owen said degradingly.
"Oi, split it up you two!" Jack shouted from his seat next to Ianto. Used to this nonsense, Ianto just shook his head. Owen wrenched the steering wheel sharply to the right to avoid a woman standing at the side of the road. Ianto slid off his seat and was barely caught by Jack who gently lowered him back onto the seat. Owen sped towards the scene of the activity. He slammed on the brakes as he skidded to a halt right next to the alley way. As they crept out the SUV and towards the alley they heard voices.
"Crucio," came a quiet voice from just around the corner. Suddenly they heard screaming closely followed by maniacal laughing. The team ran around the corner and into the wide alleyway.
The screaming and laughing stopped abruptly as the torturers saw Torchwood. A man lying on the floor was struggling to stand back up. Forming a protective line, the team pointed their guns at the torturers while Ianto kept his hidden as he crept towards the struggling man and gently pulled him up and over to the team. One of the torturers, a tall, black haired woman with a cruel smile on her face, looked at Ianto with piercing eyes as he tried to help the older man. The woman raised her wand before turning to the others behind her, "I imagine the Dark Lord is getting bored. I think he could do with some people to entertain him," she said with amusement dancing in her eyes. The others smirked and lunged towards the team. Ianto unwillingly let the older man drop. Each person grabbed a member of the team and the remaining one grabbed the older man. Jack struggled as he saw Ianto being held tightly. They all spun on the spot and everyone disappeared with a loud crack.
The team stared with wide eyes as they appeared in a large manor surrounded by people. "What is the meaning of this?" a quiet voice hissed. The voice belonged to a man, if he could be called such a thing, who himself resembled a snake. He had unforgiving, blood red eyes and only slits for a nose. The man surveyed them with his cold eyes. The team struggled as they were forced towards the throne-like chair where the man sat.
The woman dropped to her knees next to the throne and announced, "We have captured the werewolf, Lupin, as well as a couple of muggles to amuse you, my Lord."
The man smiled cruelly and hissed, "You have all done well, Bellatrix, I will allow you all to amuse yourself with them afterwards."
"You are too kind, my Lord," Bellatrix announced.
All five of the team and Lupin struggled to their feet as they were thrown on the ground at the man's feet. "Why did you allow yourself to be seen by worthless muggles" the snake man asked Bellatrix.
Bellatrix bowed again before raising her eyes to meet the man's and informing him, "They tried to help the werewolf get away, my Lord." The snake man looked over them coldly and a small smirk made its way across his face.
"Do you know who I am?" he said, a snake coiling itself around his arm. The snake's narrow eyes stared at the muggles as if judging them.
Gwen, Owen and Toshiko glanced at each other while Jack answered the man, "No." His voice was strong and unwavering as he met the Lord's eyes. Gwen gulped as she accidentally met the man's eyes: they were cold, unforgiving eyes that make you fear him. When the man noticed her gulp he gave a small mocking smile.
"I am Lord Voldemort and these are my death eaters," the snake man informed the team. He turned to one of the other death eaters standing in a corner next to his chair. "Lucius!" he hissed in his low voice, "Put the werewolf in the cellar." The younger man looked fearfully up at Voldemort as he bowed and grabbed Lupin to drag him down to the cellar.
The Dark Lord turned back to the death eaters and the team. "Well," Voldemort announced, "I think it's time we have some entertainment." The death eaters cheered as the Dark Lord raised his wand to the group of muggles who subconsciously crowded together to form a close packed group. His cruel eyes narrowed in on Jack who had automatically reached for Ianto to protect him. Ianto had let his hand brush Jack's for a second as he caught Jack's eye reassuring him that he was, in fact, okay. Voldemort automatically noted these actions and decided to test his theory. "Crucio," he hissed pointing his wand at Ianto. The light spat from the wand and raced towards the Welshman. It impacted with his chest and he fell to the ground biting his lip as a whimper escaped him. He lay on his back struggling to hold back a scream while suffering through the convulsions. 'I will not scream,' he thought determined as a pain filled moan escaped him. The Dark Lord ended the curse after a moment. Voldemort saw Jack bite his lip also as he saw Ianto getting tortured. The death eaters were laughing as they saw the young man struggling to his feet. Jack bent down next to him and slipped one arm round his waist before straightening up so he was supporting his young lover's weight.
Voldemort twirled his wand as he observed the team. It was clear to see that Ianto and Jack were the closest in the team. Jack was holding Ianto lovingly. 'That could be fun. If he tortures one of them then it would hurt the other as well,' he thought. He pointed his wand at Ianto again. Jack gently helped him stand by himself before placing himself between Ianto and Voldemort.
Voldemort looked at Jack with curiosity. He met the muggle's eyes. His eyes widened as he met mental shielding. 'Well, this is a surprise,' he thought, 'Let's try the others.' He met the young Welshman's eyes and met his mental barriers. He tried with the others and never met any resistance. 'So, it's only those two men that have mental barriers,' he realised. He summoned the two men and put up a shield to keep the others back when the rest of the team had tried to run forward.
"Now, you two muggles, what are your names?" Voldemort asked.
"Captain Jack Harkness," Jack answered, his American accent stood out among all the British people in the room. Voldemort looked towards the other man by Jack's side.
"And you?" he asked the young Welshman.
"Ianto Jones," said Ianto, his welsh accent becoming increasingly clearer as he began to worry.
'Jones has weaker shields so let's try him first,' Voldemort thought as he met the Welshman's eyes. He pushed on the shields which withstood his pushing. He pushed on the shields increasingly as the shields managed to keep him out. However they were weakening. He gave one final hard shove and pushed past Ianto's shields. He began to rummage through the man's mind. Scenes flashed past him. He let himself stop at one.
Ianto was sitting in an office across from a woman. "Well, Mr Jones, I understand that you still need to do your psychic training. After all we wouldn't want people getting into our employees' heads" the woman said. Ianto nodded. Voldemort skipped the rest of the scene. He stopped as he came to another scene.
Ianto was standing against someone with the man behind him. Voldemort walked round to see why he wasn't moving. He saw Ianto had his hands tied behind him and the man had a gun against his back. He stood and watched as Ianto managed to untie his hands and the rope fell to his feet. Ianto spun on the spot as the man shot another slightly larger man. He grabbed the man's arm as the man tried to shoot him. The bullets shot into the air and away from the team. Voldemort looked around as the two men struggled with each other. A large shapeless creature was in the centre of the room. He began to pay attention to the two men again as he heard a shout of "Die!" Ianto was lying on the floor as the man stood over him pointing a gun at Ianto's chest. The man pulled the trigger. Click. Click. The man swore as he threw down the gun and ran away. Just before leaving the memory Voldemort glanced at the young Welshman who lay on the floor breathing heavy.
'One last memory I think,' Voldemort thought as he continued to rummage through the young Welshman's mind. The Dark Lord felt a weak presence pushing against him. 'This muggle is certainly stubborn,' he thought with a sigh. He grasped around for a final memory to view. He grasped onto one and was pulled into the memory.
Ianto was sitting on a coach staring aimlessly at the opposite wall as he pulled his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms round them. Tears welled in the corner of his eyes. He blinked and the tears slid down his cheeks. The Dark Lord watched as the scene unfolded. The young man sat like that for a couple of minutes before footsteps could be heard behind the Dark Lord. He spun around and saw the other man, Captain Jack Harkness, Jones' presumed lover, approaching. Jack sat down next to the young man and pulled him gently closer. He sat quietly as his lover broke down allowing him to get it all out. Ianto sat crying into Jack's neck. The tears streamed down the young man's face and fell onto Jack.
"I can't believe it Jack," Ianto sobbed, "We never saved any of them. I keep going over in my head whether there was anything we could have done to save them."
"Hey, look at me," Jack told Ianto softly. Ianto met his loving eyes. "There was nothing that we could have done. They were already critically injured before we got there. Even if we had stopped the creature killing them they would have never made it to the hospital. It may be our job to protect people but we can't save everyone," Ianto nodded. Jack gently pulled him into a soft, tender kiss. Voldemort looked away as the memory ended. Well, that was his theory proved. He left the young Welshman's head.
That was how they got here. With Voldemort staring curiously at Ianto as Jack tried to protect his lover. Ianto lay on the ground covered in sweat. He had fallen when Voldemort had pulled out of his mind. The shield dropped for a minute and Owen sprinted forward and dropped to his knees next to Ianto. Owen began to check his basics: heart rate, pulse, and breathing. "Is he okay?" Jack asked worried. Owen glanced up at him.
"Heart and pulse are racing but that will just be from panicking. His breathing is fine if not a little heavy from panic again," Owen replied. Owen pulled Ianto up and even further behind Jack towards the girls. Jack glared at Voldemort as the Dark Lord sat leisurely on his throne.
The death eaters were staring at Voldemort and the team curiously. "Well, isn't this curious?" Voldemort hissed, "It seems these muggles are a team that protects other muggles from being killed." The death eaters looked at the team with interest. "Now, this part will be fun," Voldemort hissed maliciously. Voldemort sat still for a second before whipping his wand to point at Owen, the person closest to Ianto. "Ustulo," the Dark Lord cried. A bright red beam spat from his wand and hit the doctor in the chest. Owen screamed as heat washed over his body. His body felt as if he was being burned alive. He gave a small sob as Voldemort stopped the spell. "Accio," he said pointing his wand at Ianto. Ianto flew across the floor and stopped at the throne's feet. The shield once again surrounded Ianto and this time Jack couldn't protect him. "Snape, bring me a Ut Firmas potion," Voldemort hissed. A man walked out from the crowd of death eaters. A vial appeared in his hand as he approached the Dark Lord. He kneeled as the Dark Lord's long fingers grasped the vial and pulled it from the man's hand. After the vial was passed to the Dark Lord the man once again stood and, with a twirl of his robes, disappeared into the crowd.
Voldemort stood. He glided over to where Ianto lay.
Jack yelled, "NO! Stay away from him! If you touch him I will kill you."
Kneeling next to the young man, Voldemort carefully removed the stopper from the vial. The man struggled as Voldemort attempted to prise open his mouth. Eventually, Voldemort managed to open Ianto's mouth and held it open as he poured the potion into Ianto's mouth. Ianto gagged on the potion, trying desperately to spit it out. However, he automatically swallowed as Voldemort covered his mouth and he struggled to breathe. He paused as the potion worked its way through his system. He began to whimper as the death eaters began to laugh - all except three - Snape, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabina. They all knew what the potion did. Ut firmas - the latin translation of to relive. The potion may have looked innocent enough but it was one of the worst. It didn't torture people physically; it tortured them mentally. It forced the victim to relive all their most painful memories repeatedly. Ianto was stuck in his most painful memories: Canary Wharf, Lisa, Jack dying repeatedly, the cannibals.
"Put them in the cellar with the werewolf, Lupin," Voldemort hissed with satisfaction as he watched Ianto twist and whine. Draco, Blaise and Snape came forward. Snape levitated Ianto and Draco and Blaise forced the rest of the team to move. Jack, Owen, Gwen and Toshiko marched towards the cellar. Draco opened the door and the team walked inside. Snape placed Ianto gently on the ground and the three death eaters turned to leave.
The team surrounded their fallen member. "Wait," Jack cried, "What does that potion do?" Snape turned to him. He met his worried eyes and saw only concern for his lover.
Snape hesitated, "It forces the victim to relive painful memories." Snape observed as the entire team paled. He watched as Harkness dropped to his knees next to the young man and adjusted his body so Ianto's head was on his lap. A reversal of their usual roles of when Jack was coming back from the dead. "I'm sorry," Snape murmured as he walked away followed closely by Draco and Blaise.