Note- I have had this idea in my head for ages so I am not sure where's it's gonna lead you too. I know I got loads of other stories to complete but I had to get this down before my brain explodes!(: I love Captain John Hart and I am really excited to see that he is returning for Torchwood season 4.
Please tell me what you think. Should I continue?
There was a soft glow of yellow light outside the castle. At first, nothing happened; just the soft glow shining and the animals watched intense before a figure walked out of the light and the light disappeared behind him. The animals scattered hurriedly away from the approaching figure.
The figure had a samurai sword attached to his back along with couple of pistols and guns tied around his waist. Yet, no doubt there were more weapons hidden.
The man wore a red buccaneer jacket and boots that were from American Old West, looking rather out of place to be near this castle.
This man was a rouge time agent.
The man grunted as he strolled across the grounds and towards the castle, carrying a long shot gun across his shoulder.
He looked up at the castle and gave a long low whistle and gave a short nod of approval before walking inside.
There was no one around at first, all was quite and yet he had an uneasy feeling about this place but he ignored it and carried on walking, wherever his legs were taking him that was.
He then came up to two big closed doors, and he thought that this must be the grand hall.
He nodded, grinning and put his guns in his pocket before he walked over to them.
He paused as he heard chatter on the other side before slowly pushing both doors open.
At once, the chatter stopped immediately and all eyes were on him, shocked.
He grinned and walked forwards.
"You can stay..you can…" He said pointing to some pretty girls on benches. "You can go, go. Stay…" He said randomly before turning round on the spot.
"The rest of you, out." He said, pulling out his two favourite pistols.
Nobody moved and a voice spoke to me.
"How did you get in?" A voice asked and he turned around to face a man, who was a lot smaller than him with a large beard.
He couldn't help but laugh and snort.
"Oh, through a vortex Manipulator piece, but really I shouldn't be telling you that. All top secret." He gave a grin and took a cup from a table and drunk from it.
He pulled a face after and spat on the floor.
"Urgh, what the hell is that stuff?" He asked, throwing the cup to the ground.
"Butterbeer," The old man replied uneasily.
The Time agent shuddered.
"I stick with Vodka thanks."
"Now who are you?" The old man asked, all eyes were watching them and a few students looked uneasy at the weapons he was carrying.
"Captain John Hart. You?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardy."
John looked impressed.
"Witchcraft? I thought that was a legend. They never teach you anything good these days," He tutted.
"I would like to have a word with you John-"
John put his fingers up.
"Captain please."
"Captain John Hart then, I would like to have a private word with you in my office,"
John rolled his eyes.
"Do we have too? I have business to attend." He said tapping his foot.
The old man nodded.
John sighed. He might as well; this old man can't do any harm anyway.
John heard an owl hooted and looked up at the ceiling.
He pointed at it.
"Pretty cool ceiling you got there." He said as they walked out slowly, followed by other teachers.
The doors closed behind them before the students began shouting and talking excitedly to one another, wondering who Captain John Hart was.