Brand New Eyes Chapter 2: Ignorance, a Harry Potter + Torchwood Crossover fanfic

Author's Note:

Right, here's chapter two!

Thanks to those who added this story to their favourites (narutolover46) or alerts (Ichi Sohma, Ismera Cullen, PoisonAndSugar), and also to those who added me to their author alerts or favourites. The previous chapter wasn't some of my best work, but I'm working on the quality as I go along.

Warnings: Darkish/Grey Harry, swearing, Jack Harkness

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or Torchwood - I'm a female Australian, so there's no way they can belong to me

Enjoy!

Chapter Two: Ignorance

The courtroom was full. Press, members of the public and members of the Wizengamot were all present, jostling each other and straining their necks for a look of the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Go-Dark. Harry Potter sat silent and proud in the chair he had been chained to, a look of distaste in his eyes despite his blank face at the noisiness of the courtroom.

"Order!" Amelia Bones demanded, a simple Sonorous charm making her voice boom out over the chatter. The courtroom immediately became silent, and Madame Bones turned her gaze to the undersized eighteen-year-old in the stone chair before her. "Harry James Potter, you are here to receive your sentence for the charges laid against you."

"Do I get to know what these charges are? I have had no trial," Harry spat. "It seems the Wizarding World is making a habit of punishing without trial!"

"Your trial was held on the fifteenth of August, Mr Potter," Madame Bones frowned down at the transcripts in front of her.

"On the fifteenth of August I was unconscious in St Mungo's from various curses," Harry growled. "Head Healer Lady Verve was the one to treat me if you don't believe me, and Head Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt was the one to take me into St Mungo's in the first place."

"What he says is true," Kingsley said calmly where he stood in the observation stands.

"I agree," Healer Verve nodded as she also stood. "Someone must have forged the transcripts. Mr Potter had no trial on the fifteenth of August, and if he did he was not present to defend himself," she added with a disapproving frown. Healer Verve was one of the most respected people in the Wizarding World, and her words had a lot of weight. Harry still did not relax, though.

"In light of this information, this case is closed. Mr Potter, you have my sincere apologies and my reassurance I will be looking into this matter," Amelia Bones said curtly, turning a glare on her aide, who had been the one to give her the transcripts in the first place. Harry stood from the stone chair he had been in, the chains falling off as soon as Madame Bones said 'case is closed'.

"Thank you, Madame Bones. Perhaps you will be the one to drag the Wizarding World out of its current state of ignorance."

He apparated away.

-BNE-BNE-BNE-BNE-BNE-

Pacing angrily in his London apartment, Harry paused as he kicked his suitcase accidentally. He had been planning a holiday to Ireland, but perhaps he would go somewhere else instead. Perhaps he would move away from London…maybe to Wales somewhere. Yeah, that would work. He'd move to Wales and get out of this pathetic, fearful place. He'd move as soon as he could manage without leaving too many connections behind him.

Hopefully no one would find him for a few years to come.

-BNE-BNE-BNE-BNE-BNE-

Crude and rather explicit curses resounded through the Hub, and as Toshiko blushed and Owen looked rather impressed Ianto looked up concernedly at where an irritated (to put it mildly) Harry was storming down with a piece of paper in his hands.

"Fucking traitors!" he raged. "Bastards!" Ianto caught Harry by the shoulder – making Owen curse quietly and Toshiko pale – and spun the irate man to face him. To the shock of all watching, Harry didn't punch the archivist like he had Jack when the man had tried to restrain him once before when he was in these moods.

"What happened?" the Welshman asked, and Harry slumped, leaning his forehead against Ianto's shoulder. Jack and Gwen were stunned; they hadn't realised the two were so close or even friends really.

"They tried to get me sent to prison for attempted murder…again." Toshiko and Owen exchanged shocked 'WTF?' expressions, while Ianto just wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders and gave him a half-hug. Jack felt a twinge of jealousy, but he wasn't sure if it was because it was Ianto hugging Harry instead of him or if it was because Harry was getting a hug from Ianto when he could barely get a smile. "Luckily Bones realised the trial notes were faked, just like the last lot, and stopped the proceedings."

"Who did it this time?" Ianto asked gently of the undersized twenty-six-year-old.

"Ron, Ginny and Hermione. Percy sent me a letter of apology from him, their dad and the rest of their brothers. Molly is backing the traitors." Ianto shocked everyone by growling, anger clear in eyes, and Harry pressed just a little closer to the taller man to calm him down. It worked, and Ianto pressed his face into the top of Harry's head briefly before letting him go.

"Do you need to go to London?"

"Nah, Amelia's sending a couple of Kingsley's best to get my statement. Mind being my witness?"

"Of course not," Ianto shook his head. "Will my statement be valid though?"

"Yeah, legislation's changed recently," Harry nodded. "It was the least I could do to help Sanguini and honour Remus before I left."

"Then name the time and place."

"Thanks, Yan."

They stepped apart and went about their duties, leaving the others to their confusion.

If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
Well I guess I'll make my own way
It's a circle, a mean cycle
I can't excite you anymore
Where's your gavel, your jury?
What's my offence this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me
Sentence me to another life

Don't wanna hear your sad songs
I don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault
'Cause you know we're not the same
No we're not the same
The friends who stuck together
We wrote our names in blood
Well I guess you can't accept that the change is good
It's good, it's good

You treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend

This is the best thing that could've happened
Any longer and I wouldn't have made it
It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture
I'm just a person but you can't take it
The same tricks that once fooled me
They won't get you anywhere
I'm not the same kid from your memory
Now I can fend for myself

Well you treat me just like another stranger
It's nice to meet you sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out
You treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out

"Ignorance" - Paramore

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