Chapter 2

London 2007 – Torchwood Tower

It had been 105 years since Harry had come to this reality. She had been found unconscious by an organization called Torchwood. After she had woken up in the cell she had been so weak and unused to her new body that they had been able to contain her once she had tried to use her magic in her first of many escape attempts. Over the years her restrains had become more elaborate as her magic adapted to the technology.

The reality wasn't really all that different then her original one, although there were some obviously glaring differences. One, there were no Magi here because there was no way that an institution headed by the Queen wound not know, there was however Magic though weak she could still feel it. Second there were aliens seemingly everywhere, as far as she knew there had been no contact with aliens in her home reality until the Arcturans in 2120. Third was soul marks, in this reality the majority of the population had the name of person or persons that were their most compatible with. The marks could present anywhere on the skin, but from what she understood soulmates would have their mark in the same spot, and not every soul bond was romantic, a soulmate was just someone that you were compatible with. Even she had one now, it was on her left inner wrist and even though it did blend into the sealing arrays she had managed to scrap together enough power to place a small glamor on it. She didn't want her soulmates to get dragged into this insanity.

Her prisons had advanced from restraining collars, drugs, and whatever else they could cobble together, to a completely white, plastic cell in the underground prison of Torchwood Tower. Once they learned she could channel her magic through metal she had been transferred to her plastic prison. There were also energy dampeners and drainers throughout her cell, and she would give Torchwood props because the energy that they drained from her went into powering some sort of energy field that kept her from just unlocking a door or apparate out. The air in her cell was forcibly pulled out so that the pheromones she produced couldn't affect her guards, it had only taken two escape attempts before they realised what was going on. Then there was the fact that all her guards had to wear reflective glasses to that she couldn't influence them with Legilimency.

The first 8 or so years in this reality had been hellish, the Torchwood operatives and scientist had been cruel in her treatment. It had been years of pain and torture, if not for her occumency she would have lost her mind especially since they had discovered her immortality. However after 20 years she had been shoved into a cell and basically forgot until they had some sort of new tech to try out on her.

The only plus side of those first years was what she learned about herself. From what she had been able to put together from what she overheard from the scientists was that her genome was only about 17% Human, the rest was unidentifiable. Death had told her that her new body was based on that of her ancestors, and it made sense in a way that her people were not human. There were just too many strange creature that just didn't fit into Earth's evolutionary chain. It was likely that her people had traveled to Earth as refugees, and then they and the creature that they had brought bread into Earth species. It would explain their human-like appearances, and where the stories of High-elves came from because there was no Magical history of them nor evidence that they had ever truly existed.

Harry's hair was still black, and she still have the same unnatural green eyes, and her aristocratic bone structure but that was where the similarities ended. She now had the unnatural beauty that Death had, and her body was no longer scrawny and damaged due to malnourishment. She was about five foot eight, dainty, and had a body that most people would kill for. Harry pale skin seemed to almost glow with an inner light, and she had a beauty that was comparable with a Veela. Harry would say that she was almost Elf like, and she figured that this is what her ancestors had once looked like.

Her new body wasn't only cosmetically different. She was physically stronger, and her senses heightened, it had almost driven her crazy before she had learned to control them. She also produced potent pheromones that were a weaker version of the pheromones that Veela produced, and she could really sympathies with Fleur. Harry was annoyed with men simply hitting on her, she couldn't imaging the hell it would have been to have men instantly turn into slobbering idiots. Her psychic abilities were also more developed, she was now an empath, and a master Legilimens and though she had had those skills in her last body they were not where near as powerful as they were now. She kept them under tight control because it was very easy for her to become lost in her new skills, the first year in this reality she had been lost in her mind, and it had taken almost 50 years before she stopped slipping.

Although Death had changed her appearance he thankfully kept her alterations to her body. So her arms were still inked with the sealing arrays, so she knew that when she escaped that she would be able to provide for herself.

Over the years she had formed small friendships with her guards and some of the junior techs that were assigned to her. She had been there long enough that some of the junior techs now were now more influential, and this led Harry to get some minor luxuries such as a newspaper every other day.

When Harry awoke that morning she changed into a new set of white prison scrubs, then sat on the floor of her cell waiting for her food for the day. It only took minutes for the sound of the push cart, and then steady footsteps of her newest caretaker, Michel. One of the walls of her cell was open, and it almost teased her with the thought of just being able to walk out but she knew that there was a force field there. She stood and moved to the opposite wall from the force field as was her daily routine. She watched as Michel use a devise that disrupted a small enough section of the field so that he could push through her meal.

As soon as the force field was back in place Harry moved forwards to get her food. She sat back down on the floor as there was no chair and she didn't want to accidentally get food on her bed. The cell was basically bare, only a toilet, sink, and bed.

"Good morning Michel." Harry greeted in between bits of her food.

"Good morning Angel." Michel answered with a small smile.

In the 105 years that Harry had been with Torchwood they had never managed to get any information from her. They seemed to think that she was some sort of alien-human hybrid from the future, and while that was true. The future of this reality was unknown to her, so most of what they had asked her she didn't even have the answers to. However due to her new appearance many over the years had come to think of her as an angel, so they had begun to call her that.

Harry's attention was called back to Michel he began to talk.

"So there is big news today." Michel said as he almost vibrated in place. "They brought in the Doctor today. Apparently he came in investigate the Ghost Shifts."

"Oh, I'm surprised that Yvonne didn't lock him into the first cell that she could find."

"She did confiscate the T.A.R.D.I.S."

Now that does sound like Yvonne. Harry thought. Harry lost no love on Yvonne after she had personally oversaw her latest round of interrogating with a mind probe they 'acquired'.

Michel babbles at her for about half an hour, before he left to complete the rest of his day. She liked Michel he was a cute kid, and a bit naïve but his heart was in the right place. Too bad that he would be transferred soon. They never let her caretaker stay more than 6 months after an escape attempt about 80 years ago when she managed to her caretaker to release her without the use of pheromones. She had killed 7 in that attempt, and then after she had been recaptured she had been forces to what the torturous execution of Kathrine. Then she had been punished by some pretty barbaric experimentation.

Harry's day carried on as usual as she tried and failed to converse with the newest alien in the cell a crossed from hers. She wasn't even sure if it could understand her or communicate but anything was better than just staring at the painfully white walls. Sometime after mid-morning experimentation the cells became dead of personnel, and Harry knew that this would mean a Ghost Shift. She hated these simply because she knew that they were no ghost, and she knew that this would not end well for people working here. She could feel it in the air that something bad was happening, whenever the 'Ghost' appeared she could feel an echo of the same energy that brought her to this reality.

Harry could feel the energy build, but instead of tapering back down like it normally did it only increased. Harry could see several 'Ghosts' in the cells hallway but something was different. Instead of echo of energy she was used to it was almost like the Veil was here in the room with her. That was when she knew that something was coming through the Veil, however the resonance of the energy was not like her reality it was from somewhere else.

Suddenly she could hear the clanking of metal, and the sound of hydraulics. Then as the energy finally build to a peak the Veil parted and metal men came through and marched into formation.

Harry could feel the hair on her neck raise. Whatever these metal men were they were dangerous.

Suddenly they spoke as one "WE ARE THE CYBERMEN! PREPARE TO BE UGRADED!"

They then began to open the cells, yelling "DELETE" before killing any aliens with some sort of laser. The humans were corralled and forced from the room, only those that resisted were killed.

Harry felt anticipation as they can to her cell. It had been too long since she had been in a battle, and in a perverse way she was looking forwards to it. After a civil war, a global war, and then an interstellar war Harry had spent most of her life fighting.

A Cyberman can to her cell and deactivated it. Harry felt a euphoric rush as her magic can poring back.

The Cyberman can into her cell and made to grab her arm, but with a feral grin Harry raised her arm and unleased a blast of magic that fried the thing. The Cyberman stiffened then fell backwards, the sharp smell of short-circuited technology and burnt flesh filled in cell.

Harry raced from her cell as the Cybermen converged on her, but even though she did have a focus she was still able force out pure magic. It didn't really matter how much magic she used, these Cybermen were not built to withstand even a small amount, not even in her home reality had they found a way to completely shield from it.

Harry moved through the building, following the pull of the Elder Wand. Torchwood had relieved her of her personal effects all those years ago, but she knew that they were never far, partly due to the fact that they had found out that if they removed them too far they would just come back to her.

Harry fought her way through the building stepping over the corpses of Torchwood employees and Cybermen alike. She had to travel up 14 floors to where she assumed that the Archives were.

By the time that she had arrived there the floor was devoid of life, and only the sound of battle on the lower floors could be heard. Harry quickly began to tear through boxes until she found her stuff. Some of it looked quite damaged from the multitude of test that they had run on them, so she pulled her wand out and cast a Reparo on the remains of her clothing, then turned the wand on herself and cast a glamour to appear she had before jumping into the Veil, even if she still looked human her looks attracted too much attention. She then quickly stripped and pulled on her jumpsuit, trench coat, and boots. She then reattached her wand holster, wand included, to her left wrist, the dug through the box for her crystal only to find it destroyed, and like a wand it couldn't be repaired.

While Harry felt a pang at the loss, she didn't dwell on it, she still needed to fight her way out. Normally Harry would have just apparated, she had found out the hard way during one of her escape attempts that even if this reality was similar it was slightly different like an off shade of white. The differences in this reality had thrown her off enough that she ending up with her arm in a brick wall. They had to amputate her arm, and that had been a bitch to heal with only limited power, it had taken her almost three months.

Thankfully Harry only had to travel down 6 floors to the main exit. As Harry made her way down she tried to help as many people that she could. Even though they worked for the organization that had imprisoned and experimented on her the last 105 years most of them didn't even know that she existed. That and the fact that even after all these years she still had a 'saving people thing' as Hermione had liked to call it.

Still she wasn't going to stick around for too long, she knew that she would never had another chance like this to escape.

As she moved down to the lower levels she began to her less gun fire, and soon the only sound that she could hear were two different electronic voice. One was the Cybermen yelling 'DELETE' but the other was unknown to her, but it wasn't any less threating. It was yelling 'EXTERMINATE'.

By the time that she heard the second metal voice she was on the 4th floor. Not wanting to encounter the owner of the second voice she decided to go through the window and just hope she would be able to decelerate herself enough not to pulverise her legs. Even though she knew that she couldn't die from whatever was down the next floor it did not sound like something that she would like to experience. So she blasted the window and jumped.

Harry was able to slow herself down enough but she landed wrong and twisted her ankle. Sadly there were not spells that could heal tissues damage in a snap, there were potions but she had not time to dig them out, she also knew that her internal healing would fix her ankle give some time. So Harry limped away from Torchwood Tower, and just before she ducked into the underground she witness all the Cybermen fly forcibly through air back toward the Tower.

With a pained smile Harry knew that she was free once again, and she would finally be able to explore her strange in world.