"ANONYMOUS" (BAMMEL'S) HARRY POTTER JOINS TORCHWOOD PROMPT AND DEE'S TORCHWOOD FIC WITHOUT MENTIONING IANTO PROMPT
"So, what exactly are your qualifications again? Because I'm looking at a resume that seems to be suspiciously underqualified for what our position opening requires."
Harold gazed back at him across the cluttered desk, green eyes profoundly unconcerned.
"I've had extensive experience as a liaison with UNIT, dealing mostly in events involving the paranormal. Less aliens, more domestic inexplicables."
"Mmhmm," Jack said, leaning back. Arbitrary shows of power were always fun in these situations, especially after he'd drug his special interviewing chair up. Inches shorter than everything else in the room, it lent a nice air to anything involving dominance games.
"Because I have this tiny little feeling - just a feeling, you understand - that if I phone up UNIT right now, the only records of a 'Harold Porter' they'll have will be something that wasn't seen until sometime earlier this week. And that the only officers who would be in a position to corroborate your statements will be either out of action or on vacation."
Giving someone a chance for rebuttal wasn't something on Jack's list of pre-approved negotiation techniques.
"In fact, I'm going to venture so far as to say that if I have one of my people hack into the system, we'll see that no one physically typed those records into a computer. And if that ends up to be true, I'll be in the unenviable position of having to contact Minister Granger and let her know her people need to brush up on their Muggle technology."
Harold, actually Harry, just stared back through his glasses, mouth unflatteringly open. If they saw each other again, Jack was going to be forced to tell him that heavy black plastic frames weren't the best look for anyone, especially if one should have been trying to draw attention away from the face and concealed forehead-scar.
"I was sorry to hear about Dumbledore, by the way," Jack said, standing up and gently taking the speechless Harry's elbow. "We had some good times in the seventies - it was a shame the way that went down."
Steering Harry Potter out of the office and handing him off to the waiting Gwen, he favored him with a little finger-wave. "Next time there's a Dark Wizard trying to destroy Britain, give us a call. We keep the big guns around for things like that. And give my best to dear Hermione!"