To Kill A Mockingbird

A Harry Potter, Torchwood and Doctor Who Crossover

Chapter Two

Author Note/Disclaimer: I do not own anything of the show Torchwood. It was all created and owned by Russell T. Davies. I also do not own the book series Harry Potter; they all are owned and created by J.K. Rowling. The movies were all created by different directors, which they take credit for. The only thing I own is my imagination and the plot for this story. This is an acceptance to a Harry Potter/Torchwood challenge set by another author.

Summary: They needed him. He was supposed to be the one to save them, but he wasn't that person anymore, and he wasn't what they expected and hoped for when they discovered where he was. He was no longer Harry Potter, instead he was Captain Jack Harkness and he would be damned if that was going to change.

After the death of Harry Potter in his fifth year, by falling into the Veil of Death, he's given another chance at life, to be reborn as Captain Jack Harkness. Over the years; the Wizarding World goes from bad to worst after the return of the Dark Lord Voldemort. This causes the "Good Guys" to begin to search for Harry Potter, hoping that he wasn't truly dead and was instead somehow still alive, so they could have him save them.

However...they didn't expect to find Captain Jack Harkness instead, and they certainly didn't expect to find someone so unwilling to help or listen to them.

Pairings: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, Harry Potter/Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness/Original Male Character(s), Jack Harkness/Original Female Character(s), Gwen Cooper/Rhys Williams, Sirius Black/Original Female Character, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Remus Lupin/Original Male Character, Emmeline Vance/Nymphadora Tonks, Angelina Johnson/George Weasley, Alicia Spinnet/Fred Weasley, Katie Bell/Lee Jordan, Luna Lovegood/Rolf Scamander, Hannah Abbott/Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan/Ginny Weasley, Arthur Weasley/Molly Weasley, Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley/Oliver Wood, Penelope Clearwater/Audrey Weasley/Percy Weasley, Dean Thomas/Blaise Zabini, Susan Bones/Theodore Nott, Lavender Brown/Parvati Patil, Padma Patil/Pansy Parkinson, Cho Chang/Roger Davies, Viktor Krum/Draco Malfoy, Astoria Greengrass/Zacharias Smith, Daphne Greengrass/Adrian Pucey, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange/Rodolphus Lestrange, etc.

Setting(s): You can see it in the chapter. It'll take too long to explain.

Rating: NC-17 or M at times

Warnings: Violence, Strong Language, Adult Situations, Graphic Sex (Maybe), Mention/Show of Martial Abuse, Mention/Show of Child Abuse, Mention/Show of Alcohol Abuse, Torture, Murder, Suicide, Attempted Rape, Kidnapping, Nudity, Fights, Slash (Male/Male & Female/Female), Aliens, Alien Technology, Wizarding World Stupidity, Common sense not found in the Wizarding World, etc.


London, England

Number 12 Grimmauld Place

17th October 2009

Number 12 Grimmuald Place was silent as a cemetery. Many members of the Order of the Phoenix had long since left for their next mission or to go back home to sleep after a long day of work. It was also to do with fighting against Lord Voldemort and his minions, the Death Eaters. The house was no longer dark and dangerous for inhabitants to visit or reside in. After the rather violent death of Kreacher, the Black Lord's old house elf, Sirius Black had hired Dobby, Winky and two other house elves from Hogwarts to help clean up the revolting and hazardous house. Within a month of hiring the house elves, the house looked as clean and new as it had in its first years.

The hallways and rooms were brighter and smelt like fresh air, no longer musky and scented of death. The kitchen had been remolded with glimmering tile floors and marble counters with the best Muggle appliances an individual could buy. A long, dark wooden table, big enough to fit over twenty, filled the rest of the large kitchen. Drapes the color of dark red hung over the windows, blocking any sunlight or moonlight from entering. The cabinets had been refurnished and matched the same color as the table in the kitchen.

Up two steps from the kitchen is a long hallway; the walls were now longer a tacky, horrible gray, but a warm tan color. The flooring was different from the kitchen, instead of tile flooring's; it was made out of wood. House elf heads no longer hung on the walls and the painting of Lady Walburga Black was long gone. A new picture hung there instead, showing a family of three.

A woman, with dark red hair and brilliant green eyes stood beside a man with unruly raven hair and hazel brown eyes. They held a small child in their arms, who looked equally alike to his parents. The babe himself had unruly raven hair and dazzling green eyes. On the bottom of the large framed picture, three names were written in old English: Lily Potter, James Potter and Harry Potter.

Sirius Orion Black, the once convict of Azkaban Prison and wanted criminal for the supposed betrayal of his best friends, was now a freeman after having finally caught Peter 'Wormtail' Pettigrew, the real culprit. Sirius was now officially free to help and protect the innocent, and rather dense, in his opinion, wizards and witches in the world. The older male, now fifty years old, didn't look a day over thirty-seven.

Sirius had wavy, short, black hair that fell into his stormy gray eyes, giving him a rather boyish look. His eyes still had a glint of mischievousness to them from the years he had lost in his youth. His skin no longer had the grayish tinge from years in prison. It has since become a healthy golden brown from the time he spent outside reading, enjoying what little sun he could remember to find. Stubble stubbornly clung to his face from rarely leaving the library he and his fellow researcher had been searching through for the last couple of years.

Now standing before the portrait of his old friends and his godson, his eyes shimmered with tears and his face had a thoughtfully sad expression as memories of old times sprang into his mind. A near silent sigh escaped his lips as his mind wandered off to his own children and wife. Even though he had lost his godson, he did have a family. But it still wasn't good enough. It just wasn't the same. He had promised his old friends he'd protect their son, and in the end, his godson had protected him. It just wasn't right.

Shaking his depressed and morose thoughts away, Sirius meandered slowly down the hallway and up the staircase. His comfortable dress shoes made a consistent click-clack that echoed loudly against the wooden flooring of the staircase. "Sirius!" A familiar female voice called up to him from behind. The man froze mid-step and turned to look over his shoulder, looking at his beautiful, pregnant wife of twelve years. They had been school sweethearts when he finally settled and stopped being the playboy. He had started to officially date her like during their seventh year of Hogwarts.

Gemma Black nee Selwyn looked up at her husband with a frown on her lips. She loved the man with her whole being, but for the last eight years, he had been ignoring his family. He had been obsessed with finding a ritual that would allow them to find the reincarnation of Harry Potter. The golden blonde haired beauty didn't hold much faith in it. She silently thought that even if one existed, it would be unusable, but she kept her silence for Sirius.

"Yes?" Sirius questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you going to spend time with the children today?" The accusing question hung in the air as man and wife looked at each other.

Sirius slowly shook his head in reply. "No." He replied shortly. Pausing, he tried to explain, "Hermione and I believe we're closer to finding the ritual." Seeing his wife's sad disapproving stare, Sirius turned on his heel and continued his way back up the staircase. He refused to be deterred by his wife.

For the last eight years, the fifty-year-old Black Lord had persistently searched for a ritual or spell that would allow him to find his long deceased godson. He knew they were to finding it and he refused to stop now. Sirius, like every other wizard and witch born into magic, had been raised to believe in reincarnation. He had begun a desperate search to find the young man who had saved him, only to die in return. He needed to find him again, no matter the cost. He had to find Harry. 'He'd be around thirteen or fourteen.' He thought to himself with a smile. He'd finally get the chance to raise his godson like he had always wanted to. And that was the thought that drove him forward.

Gemma gave an upset sigh as tears sprung in her eyes. She could only walk back into the living room, where she sat down on the couch, watching her second oldest son and his four younger siblings play with one another, trying to ignore the ache in her heart.

Eridanus Harrison Black, the oldest at thirteen, looked up from his position on the armchair beside the fireplace. A frown graced his lips at the state his mother was in. A large brown leather book was propped up upon his knee but he ignored the book and concentrated on his mother. "He's obsessed." The older woman stated with a sigh. Sad eyes, the color of a beautiful sea green, glimmered with tears. For these last eight years she had been slowly sinking into a depression and she was constantly exhausted because of it.

"I know he is mum. Father has always been obsessed about Harry Potter," Eridanus spat, "since he died fourteen years ago." His stormy blue eyes glanced away for a moment when he felt the familiar anger rise up again. "Whose to say he was even reincarnated." The thirteen-year-old added. He looked towards his four younger siblings and felt the love and protectiveness he had for them. He would do anything to keep them safe. Though he believed in reincarnation just like every wizard and witch raised in the Wizarding World, he wasn't sure that Harry Potter was even reincarnated and if he was, well Eridanus wasn't sure how he felt about that.

The teenager knew he was jealous that his father was still obsessively focused on his godson. He wished that his spent as much time with him or his younger siblings as he did on trying to find Harry Potter. Ten-year-old Regulus Romulus Black III glanced up from playing a mundane board game with their six-year-old sister Cassiopeia Azalea Black and three-year-old twin brothers Pollux James Black II and Polaris Lilium Black.

"Father is upset he was never able to spend more time with Harry Potter." Regulus stated with a frown. "I can't really blame him either. For the first thirteen years of Harry Potter's life, he spent it in Azkaban before he escaped. Then after that he spent those last two years on the run." The preteen was intelligent for his age. He was always reading or playing games with his younger siblings that made the child have to think. "You shouldn't blame Harry Potter or be be jealous Eri." Regulus stated primly and looked up at his mother and brother. "Without Harry Potter's sacrifice, myself, Cassie, Lux and Pol wouldn't have been born," he said while looking away and back to playing with his younger siblings.

Gemma and Eridanus shared a look between each other and thought over what the second oldest black child said. Though they could understand the reasoning behind it, it still didn't mean it was right for Sirius to mostly ignore his wife and children for the sake of the possibility that Harry Potter had been reincarnated.

Sirius finally made his way into the library where he looked to see his fellow researcher reading thoughtfully over a passage in an aged, dusty and crumbling tomb. "Sirius!" Hermione cried out eagerly when she spotted him, breaking Sirius out of his muddled thoughts. Sirius blinked his dazed eyes rapidly as he look at the ecstatic twenty-nine-year-old mother of four.

Her short brown hair, cut in a pixie cut, fell into warm, honey brown eyes. She looked at her deceased best friends' godfather with a sad smile. "You're doing it again." The younger woman remarked with a shake of her head. Sirius became prone to getting lost in thought since Harry died, his mind filled with the young teenager that he had never truly gotten to know.

"Sorry Hermione. What were you screaming at me for?" The older man questioned as he walked over to the other chair across from her.

"I found the ritual!" Those four words caused Sirius's voice to catch in his throat and his heart to pound in his ears.

"What – how – what?" He stuttered incoherently.

An amused and understanding smile graced the younger woman's pink lips. "I had the same reaction when I first saw it. But I did find it. Unfortunately, it's not exactly something we can do right now. We're going to have to change it around and fix it before we can." Before Sirius could cut her off, Hermione continued to speak in a lecturing tone of voice. "It calls for a sacrifice, Sirius. We're not going to kill someone to find Harry, because as much as I think of him as my brother, I refuse to kill an innocent person." She stated firmly, in the mothering tone she had adopted since having children.

"What's it say?" Sirius demanded, desperately needing to see it for himself. He reached over for the book and looked over the inscription.

questio animas perditus ut obscurum

ignarus de voluntas relectius

capisso haec animus

in verto rector

per cruor sequor ut pello novus vita

"Seeking soul lost to darkness, ignorant of purpose left behind, take this soul in exchange, guide by blood trailing to the exile's new life." Sirius muttered aloud with a sigh. They were going to have to change the ritual up just a wee bit.

"Oh goodie." He uttered under his breath sarcastically at the thought of more research.


Cardiff, Wales

Torchwood Three Institute

31st October 2009

Captain Jack Harkness walked swiftly down the hallway. It's burning bright white lights reflected off of the cement flooring that looked like it was made out of some kind of metal. His footsteps echoed eerily in the hall. He was the only one walking down the usually crowded hallway. His mind raced over the different alternatives that could have caused the Rift's sudden instability while he walked. The source had come from London, England. Could it be them? Jack gave a mental scoff and shrugged the thought away. Of course it wasn't. If it had been they would have found him long ago…He paused mid step at his contemplation.

He began to chuckle at what his mind was doing in its attempt to find an answer. Of course it wasn't them. They were far too close-minded and supercilious to even think of using anything considered dark to try and find him. Jack smirked to himself and took a hold of his emotions. This was no time to be laughing. This was a grim matter. With the Rift acting up something could happen and anything could come through. If that happened it would not be a good thing. With that in mind, Jack began his trek to the Hub once again.

"What seems to be the problem?" Jack announced his presence and broke the tense atmosphere in the room. His ankle length, black wool, trench coat made a silent swoosh and his boots thudded dully against the flooring as he walked closer to the panel.

The Hub was scattered with pieces of paper and machinery around the room. Gwen stood off to one side and was looking at one of the monitors with a confused crease on her brow. Owen and Tosh stood at another monitor while arguing in a heated whisper. Ianto was straitening the papers and everything else that had fallen to the floor. At his announcement they all turned away from what they were doing.

"Well…" Gwen trailed off. Her teeth gnawed at her bottom lip in hesitancy while she tried to find the right words to use.

Tosh gave an annoyed sigh and rolled her eyes at companion before speaking. She had long since given into her impatience after trying to calm the erratic Rift. "It seems whoever in England is or was doing this and whatever they were...are doing is powerful and dangerous." Tosh stated.

A heavy silence settled over everyone at the young woman's hypothesis. The team realized just how bad this was and that it would more than likely get worse. No, this was not good news at all. Then again, nothing that disturbed the Rift was usually good.

"And we just got it settled too!" Tosh suddenly exclaimed with an irate groan. Everyone started at the sudden shout of the usually quiet, if sarcastic, young woman. They all turned to look at the twenty-nine-year-old female, most with amusement, but Jack still had an apathetic look on his face.

"Do we know what could have caused this?" Jack inquired finally after five long seconds of silence. He slowly walked over to the monitors with an almost nonexistent sigh. He wondered silently to himself if he'd get let off for striking the dim-witted ass that had gotten so far over their head to cause such a disturbance in the Rift, before realizing he didn't really care if he did. It'd be nice to have at least one day...maybe not even a day, just a hour, of no Rift disturbance or end of the world crisis. For Christ sakes, it wasn't even a Tuesday.

"No...we only know that it came from London, England. Like Ianto told you in your office." Owen stated with an incensed stare as he glared at his monitor. He was extremely displeased over what he was seeing on the bloody thing. "The Rift's fluctuations are coming from something old, most likely ancient." He paused, giving a few taps of his fingers against the keyboard.

"It could be the Hoaht's or the Crael's. They've been around thousands of years trying to gain power, maybe they finally found it." Dr. Owen Harper suggested slowly, reading the Hub's information on the two races. Jack frowned at Owen's announcement.

Those were a dangerous species, the Hoaht and Crael. They were an angry, vicious and power crazed alien race that only wanted to conquer and destroy. They wanted to rule the universe and one of the easiest ways would be to come through Earth first, since most humans were too ignorant and stupid to notice something was wrong until it was too late.

"What else could have done something this severe to the Rift." The dark, short haired man stated matter-of-factually, bringing Jack out of his thoughts. He took a glance at Jack and noticed his shifting, showing that their leader was just as displeased as the others at his little statement.

"Let's hope it's not then." Ianto said. He looked towards Jack when he spoke, a smile lighting up his face as his beautiful blue eyes glinted. He sat near Toshiko, who was watching her computer closely. Jack gave Ianto a little smirk, trying not to frown uncomfortably at how well Ianto knew him. It was almost too well at times, something that Jack wasn't necessarily comfortable with. He was used to having to keep everything about himself close to his chest. Even if he was friendly with his team he wasn't one to speak about himself. Not even after years of friendship.

"At least we know something that could have caused the Rift to act up." Jack remarked sarcastically. "But I doubt it could be them. They're still in hibernation or whatever the hell it is that they do when they take a break from attempting to rule the universe." The team didn't question Jack's knowledge, having long since given up trying to figure out Jack's quirks.

"What I want to know right now is why it's acting up and who is causing it to oscillate when it should not be." He snapped in exasperation. His beautiful blue eyes flashed with an emotion the rest of the team couldn't discern. It was something other than the irritation that clearly showed in his voice. "Is the Rift acting up still?" He abruptly inquired, making the team realize that they were in fact still dealing with a commotion coming from the Rift.

"No, not exactly. It's settled down some, but it's still on the wild side. I don't think it will completely settle anytime soon Jack." Gwen said sadly, frowning as she continued to look at the monitor, barely giving Jack a glance.

"And why is that?" Jack questioned angrily, beginning to lose his usual endless patience and showing his rising bad temper. Despite having mellowed out over his two millennium and centuries of life, it was still volatile when unleashed. He had a sinking feeling that he did know who was causing all this commotion. He sincerely hoped he was wrong. It wouldn't be a surprise if he were right, considering what their kind was like.

He had sworn when he got his memories back that he'd never step foot in that place again. It would only be his luck that Fate would decide to screw with him again. Since Captain Jack Harkness no longer had magic like the normal witches and wizards did, his abilities had formed and changed into something completely different. It gave him something that was much easier to control.

One of his abilities allowed him to save his team from seemingly certain death, something he was beyond thankful for. If he had lost them, had lost Ianto Jones, he was sure he would have massacred every one of those bastards. Not that he hadn't anyways, in the end, but that was beside the point. The point was, no one messed with those he considered his friends or family and if they did, it would only lead to trouble for them.

"Uh…they're doing it again." Gwen suddenly called out and pointed to the Rift.

Captain Jack Harkness started fluently cursing like the sailor that he had once been, before he had joined Torchwood. his team ignored the vulgar curses spewing from Jack, as everyone in the Hub was hastily working to try and settle it down. Yes, Jack was definitely going to hit the person that caused the turbulence in the Rift.


London, England

Number 12 Grimmuald Place

31st October 2009

"Sirius, Hermione, do you really think this is a smart idea?" Remus Lupin asked worriedly as he watched the two figures work to iron out the runic portion of the ritual spell that the pair had found. His graying blonde hair fell into tired hazel eyes with dark circles underneath them. It had been a full moon only a few nights ago, leaving him sore and exhausted. He plopped tiredly upon the only couch in the almost completely desolate room when no one answered him.

Sirius Black and Hermione Weasley nee Granger worked fluidly, getting the circle ready. The people participating in the ritual had gathered in the large ballroom out of a shared purpose, some willingly, others not. The group had yet to realize that reading the spell was messing with time and space, something that would cause several reactions worldwide, in those places where time and space were weakest. They didn't realize that they were about to mess with powers beyond their control and cause a certain group and their immortal to get very angry.

"All right everyone!" Hermione called out loudly as she pushed herself slowly up off the floor. She slapped her hands against her pants, wiping away the chalk they had used to draw the pentagram on the floor. "You all know your positions, so go stand in your respectful areas!" She ordered.

Fred Weasley and his wife Katie Weasley nee Bell swiftly walked towards the position where air was. They held their wands in front of them with a surety that belied their nervousness. They stood in front of a white candle that was on a pedestal. The candle that signified air was placed on the top left side of the pentagram.

George Weasley and his wife Angelina Weasley nee Johnson stood on the opposite side of his brother and sister-in-law. They stood before the dark red candle, signifying fire, which was also on a pedestal. Their wands were held nervously, as they stood beside each other.

Ginny Thomas nee Weasley and her husband Dean Thomas stood beside each other. They also held their wands at the ready. They stood to the left side of the room, at the bottom of the pentagram. The dark blue candle they stood before signified water, and it was on a similar looking pedestal, the color of black wrought iron.

Neville Longbottom and his wife Hannah Longbottom nee Abbott stood on the right side of the large room. The candle they had was dark green, signifying earth. Their hands twitched with nerves and anticipation as they waited patiently for the ritual to begin.

Sirius Black and Hermione Weasley stood side by side at the top of the pentagram, where a black candle on top of the pedestal signified the soul. Both had their wands in hand as they eagerly adjusted the alter standing in the middle of the pentagram. Herbs, flowers, blood and a large, aged metal bowl with runes engraved around it had been placed on top of the hand crafted wooden alter. The stone slab which the herbs, flowers and ritual bowl was placed upon also had runes with many meanings carved in it.

Ron Weasley and Gemma Black walked into the large desolate room and slowly sat down beside Remus Lupin. They too were unsure if this ritual was a smart idea. The sound of the rooms door opening with an ominous squeak caused the ritual spell assistants to look to the door. Severus Snape stood in the doorway with a dark look across his face as he glared heatedly at each person in the room.

Many squirmed with discomfort at the 'look of death' as many had been known to call it. "You are all imbeciles and dunderheads for trying this. I do hope if anyone gets seriously injured Black, it will be you." Severus sneered with an indistinguishable look in his dark black eyes. Sirius opened his mouth to make some sarcastic remark when a whimsical voice stopped him.

"The Shitenno will be very angry. The Nargles are already buzzing in its mind. You should not disturb its nest, for it will not like it." Twenty-eight-year-old Luna Scamander nee Lovegood stepped into the room. The young woman's hair fell over her shoulders, shadowing hazy blue eyes. Her bare-feet made no sounds as she slowly skipped into the room. Severus gave a disgusted scoff and roll of his eyes as he swiftly walked into the pentagram and knelt before the alter. He silently muttered to himself as he got the ritual potion ready. "The Whomphrey shall be gliding in soon." Luna hummed a lullaby to herself, one no one had ever heard of before, as she went over to the Pentagram. She stopped right before entering. Her head tilted to the side in curiosity and wonder.

Kingsley Shacklebolt stepped into the room five minutes later with a raised eyebrow. Dressed in his usual garb he glanced at everyone in the room. "Mrs. Scamander told me to come here. Said something about watching for the Horne-Snucklers?" The man questioned in his rumbling voice.

"The Whomphrey shall be the protection we need." Luna hummed as she finally stepped carefully into the pentagram. She knelt beside Severus and gave him a look that was almost fully sane. The Potions Master gave a raised eyebrow in return. "The Shitenno should not be disturbed and neither shall the Shishin." She stated softly. "They will not want to help." She paused. "The Shamanism's are creating events that shall shake the Earth with its cries." A cold chill shot down Severus' spine at the young woman's words. Many may have believed her to be insane, but he knew she was something far more special than that. She was a Seer, or something like it. Her cryptic words were her way of telling them something. He just didn't know what she was trying to tell them.

Kingsley, whom sat on a comfortable black leather chair, across from Ron, Gemma and Remus, looked at the three closely. He noticed how they looked uncomfortable and unsure if what the others were doing were a good idea. Ron, who had been wounded from battle, would not be able to participate and neither would Gemma for she was pregnant. Kingsley and Remus were only there for the reason that they had been fire called by Luna. She had told them to come to where the ritual spell would be taking place. She continued to say that they would be needed, but in a more cryptic rambling that they had slowly gotten use to over the years.

Luna and Severus sat silently before the alter. They waited for everyone to get into position and stop talking so they could begin the chant and mixing of the blood. The blood came from everyone who was doing the ritual and was to be mixed in with the herbs and flowers. Their job would be as fully draining as everyone else that was actually in the ritual spell. The 'potion' they were going to be making was supposed to help enhance the ritual so that it would be stronger.

"Ready?" Sirius questioned. He looked at each married couples with a raised eyebrow and sparkle in his stormy gray eyes.

Everyone nodded silently and looked to Severus and Luna. The pair would begin the ritual by starting the chant and then everyone else would follow. Severus and Luna glanced at each other, communicating silently. With no other words they took steady breaths and began.

"Questio animas perditus ut obscurum, ignarus de voluntas relectius

Ca pisso haec veneficus libere tribuo rector per vox super ut pello novus vita"

As Severus and Luna chanted they began to carefully and instinctively, as they were both amazing in potions, put the ingredients into the large metal bowl. A wind seemed to howl through the room as their chants grew louder the longer they continued to place the components in the basin.

"Ego sum aeris!" Fred and Katie started to chant. Their wand tips were pointed on top of the white candle. As the couple chanted their wands began to glow a bright white and light the candle with the white flare.

"Ego sum ignis!" George and Angelina started to chant a minute after Fred and Katie began. The couple's voice grew louder while the wind seemed to howl in their ears. Their want tips sparked a bright red as they pointed it at the candle. The candle sparked a bright fiery red.

"Ego sum aqua!" Ginny and Dean joined in. Their chants were low in the beginning, but began building up into an almost loud yell as the harsh wind grew harder and faster. Their wands sparked a bright ocean blue. The couple pointed their wand at the candle. They lit the candle with the bright blue flare.

"Ego sum terra!" Neville and Hannah started in on the chant. Nearly everyone was now chanting in a loud voice. Their wand hand stood steady as they pointed it at the green candle. The end of their wands sparked green as the candle ignited.

"Ego sum anima!" Sirius and Hermione chanted eagerly with their wands pointed at the black candle in front of them. Their wands began to glow a dark black, but it was different than the others. The glow at the end of their wands also had the color of the all elements mixed in. It swirled and hissed as it sputtered out of their wands and lit the candle.

Everyone continued to chant, his or her voices were thunderous, powerful and filled with meaning. After ten minutes of constant chanting the wind that had been howling and shaking the house went still. The large group frozeas fear seemed to thrum through their pounding hearts and thrumming blood. They felt like they had been running for miles. Simultaneously the group was hit with a wave of coldness and fatigue. they barely had enough strength to stand. Without warning a the thick feeling that had settled in the air quickly rushed through every participant in the room.

Severus and Luna's chant had finally been answered. The spell was taking the energy, the magic, it needed and was using it. The room was filled with a loud buzzing hum before a loud crackle filled the air and then the room went white. Severus and Luna screamed and covered their eyes in an attempt to protect themselves from the sudden brightness. The screams of the others echoed in the air with their own.

It was a heart-stopping moment before all went deathly silent. Kingsley, Remus, Ron and Gemma slowly lowered shaky, sweaty hands and stared with wide eyes at the unconscious individuals surrounding the room. Shallow breathing echoed in the room. No unnatural humming or buzzing was heard through the air and no strange heaviness.

"Did it work?" Ron wondered aloud from his position on the couch.

Gemma didn't answer and only turned to look at the large metal bowl with wide blue eyes as she noticed the strange glow surrounding it.

"It worked." She uttered breathlessly.

"What does it say?" Ron whispered in wonder.

Remus and Kingsley stood from their seats and quickly rushed to the unconscious individuals in the room. Placing their middle and pointer finger at their pulse point, relieved sighs escaped their lips. Hearing Ron's wondering question Remus slowly stood and stepped over the fallen, unconscious bodies in the room. They surrounded the pentagram inside and out.

"It says he's in Cardiff." Remus stated finally. At Ron's confused look, he explained it more. "It says Harry is in Cardiff, Wales."

"He's still here in the UK?" Ron questioned with disbelief.

"How is that possible? Wouldn't we have known?" Kingsley asked.

"No we wouldn't have known. It's the same soul, but different body and blood." Gemma remarked from beside Sirius's head.

The question now was...had the ritual seriously worked?


Cardiff, Wales

Torchwood Three Institute

1st November 2009

"This is not good. Not good at all." Gwen muttered as the Team of Torchwood Three tried to control the erratic Rift. Whatever had been done a few hours ago was now officially fucking with the Rift and making it impossible for them to mellow it.

"This is going to lead to something even worst." Toshiko stated with dread. She thought sarcastically that that was just what they needed to happen, something worse!

"Thank you, Tosh, for jinxing us like that." Ianto snapped angrily.

"What did I do Yan?" Tosh demanded with her hands on her hips.

"If you didn't say what you just said nothing probably would have come out. Now something is going to come because you jinxed us." Ianto said furiously, crossing his arms over his chest. His black loafers tapped edgily against the floor of the Hub. By now everyone was exhausted, stressed and irate. This led to irrational snapping at each other.

"Tosh, Yan." Jack said with false calm as he gave a forced smile to his lover and friend.

"Yes?" The two chorused in unison. Wariness settled over the two as they looked at the unfriendly expression Jack had on his face.

"Ianto, Tosh, you two are truly adorable when you fight, really, but at the moment we have more pressuring issues." Jack said pleasantly, his upbeat tone out of place with his grimacing smile. "Not that I wouldn't mind seeing you two argue, because, really, it's quite amusing. But at the moment, we're dealing with an unpredictable Rift and something is more than likely going to come through."

"So, please, wait to deal with any aggravation until after everything goes to hell." Jack finished harshly, before turning on his heel and stalking angrily over to Gwen and Owen, who were watching warily as the Rift seemed to pulse and start opening and hoping to avoid Jack's ire. His ankle length, black wool trench coat had been abandoned on the back of a chair at some point in the evening. The sleeves of his nice dressy shirt had been rolled up to his elbows, showing muscular arms.

Ianto and Tosh looked at each other with raised eyebrow, reaching a silent truce. Captain Jack Harkness was definitely very short-tempered at the moment, something that was very rare. Ianto's eyes followed Jack's form as he sauntered slowly over to the monitors. Perhaps they should give him a week long break. His eyes glazed over with desire as visuals flashed in his mind about himself and Jack in bed for a whole week, together. An almost dreamy sigh escaped his lips, as the memories flashed through his mind.

"Ianto!" Tosh snapped out to her friend. Ianto blinked, once, twice and then a third time before looking at his best friend.

"Yes?" He inquired.

"What were –" Before Toshiko could finish her question a loud, foreboding roar reverberated in an echo through the Hub.

With dread, the group slowly looked up from what they had been doing to see four silhouettes come through the rift. The Torchwood team shared a glance as they carefully watched the falling forms. This was definitely not going to be good.


Latin Translation

questio animas perditus ut obscurum, ignarus de voluntas relectius = Seeking soul lost to darkness, ignorant of purpose left behind

capisso haec veneficus libere tribuo rector per vox super ut pello novus vita = Take this magic freely given, guide by power remaining to the exile's new life

ego sum aqua = I am water

ego sum terra = I am earth

ego sum ignis = I am fire

ego sum aeris = I am air

ego sum anima = I am soul


Playby's

Gemma Adelaide Black nee Selwyn - Naomi Watts

Eridanus Harrison Black - Chandler Riggs

Regulus Romulus Black III - Chandler Canterbury

Cassiopeia Azalea Black - Mia Talerico

Pollux James Black II - Mekhai Andersen

Castor Lilium Black - Mekhai Andersen

Thanks mizukiryu73 for being my beta! If you weren't, it'd take me a whole lot longer to update!

Anyways, I do hope you all enjoy this chapter. :)

TheWeepingRaven