To Kill A Mockingbird

A Harry Potter/Torchwood/Doctor Who Crossover

Chapter Three

The Unlucky Few

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: Harry is sent to the future and becomes Captain Jack Harkness.

After the death of Harry in his fifth year, by falling into the veil, he's given another chance at life, to be reborn as Captain Jack Harkness. Over the years; the Wizarding World goes bad to worst after the return of the Dark Lord Voldemort, with that said, the good guys begin to search for Harry Potter, hoping that he wasn't truly dead and that he was actually some how still alive, to have him save them. But they never expected to find Captain Jack Harkness instead. And they never expected to find someone so unwilling to help or listen to anyone.

After searching through the Black family library, Sirius Black has discovers a blood ritual that is highly illegal. This ritual disrupts the course of time and energy which allows them to find 'Harry' even though he's dead because of what the ritual can search for (meaning the soul of the person) which causes many rifts to stir. But like everyone said, Sirius Black is a stubborn bastard, and so he uses it to find Harry.

When they discover that Harry Potter is in Cardiff, Wales, the last place they ever expected him to be in, they decide to go out and acquire him. When the witches and wizards arrive, they assume they would find Harry Potter, a nineteen-year-old teen and not a two thousand and two year old immortal that looks to be twenty-four years old, and has seen more than his fair share of unusual things.

When the group discuss, without even including Captain Jack Harkness, how they will take him back to fulfill his role as Savior, they get a rude awakening, as Captain Jack Harkness is no tool and he certainly isn't one to listen to anyone when they tell him to do something without even asking him about it. Within a few weeks later, Captain Jack Harkness (though in no way will he ever be Harry Potter) and his team head to England to save the imbeciles that couldn't stop a madman themselves, while having a little extra help from a certain Doctor and his companions.

Pairings: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, Sirius Black/OFC, Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks, George Weasley/Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley/Alicia, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood/Rolf Scamander, Neville Longbottom/Hannah Abbott, Seamus Fineegan/Ginny Weasley, ect.

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, Rape, Kidnapping, Nudity, Fights, Slash (Male/Male & Female/Female), Weaponry Use, Religious Themes, Religious Talk, Disbelief In Religions, etc.

Cardiff, Wales

The Torchwood Three Institute

1st November 2009

Midnight

As the four figures finally finished their descent onto the Hub's flooring, the Torchwood Crew already had their weapons out in hand and pointed at the alien species before them. Captain Jack Harkness gave a hard frown as he recognized the creatures unconscious on the ground, because even though the others may know of the creatures, they had never faced them or seen pictures of them, not like he had, and he hoped he'd never have to face them again. Once of his worst memories in his long, long lifetime of over 2100 years was facing these creatures, these abominations. There was only ever four alien species Jack Harkness had ever felt a wariness for, and these creatures were members of one of them.

"Craels." He hissed through clenched teeth. His intense blue eyes squinted into a glare as his eyebrow twitched, and his posture stiffened, hands in a death grip around the weapon he held in his hands.

"What exactly are these 'Craels'?" Gwen questioned. Her brown eyes looked to Jack with curiosity bright in her gaze.

"Crael's are a dangerous species. They were an angry, vicious and power crazed alien race that wanted nothing more than to conquer and destroy." Jack began in a slight lecture tone like a Professor would give. The four aliens, known as Craels, were sprawled out onto the floor, still unconscious. "They wanted to rule the universe and one of the easiest ways would be through Earth first." He gave a small pause. "About two thousand years ago, they tried to conquer Earth, but failed extraordinarily and were placed in a deep comatose state before taken off of our planet and left back to their home planet, Caliken."

Gwen, Own, Tosh and Ianto listened in interest and amazement as Jack continued expounding on about this vaguely known species. Captain Jack Harkness didn't often talk about anything he may have experienced or knew, and they were more than willing to listen to him speak about these alien species, if only to learn more about what little history of himself he may let slip.

"Caliken is a very cold, overcast and hard planet that is covered in only icy planes of mountains and freezing cold oceans of water that is highly dangerous for anyone beside the Craels to drink." Jack didn't move from his ready position, his eyes remaining on his target, the four Craels. If they even twitched, they'd be full of holes before they could blink.

"As you noticed, the Craels look human enough," He said, nodding to the humanlike aliens. Ianto and Tosh glanced closely at the aliens and noticed the rather interesting resemblance these species to themselves, while still looking utterly foreign. Gwen and Owen gave a glance at the alien species as well, feeling rather uneasy at being so close to something dangerous. "Except for the fact that they have completely white hair, pallid skin from their lack of sunlight and black veins that can be clearly seen on their faces and body." He stated. "Their black lips are from lack of nutrients in their systems and their dull blue eyes allow them to see easier in the dark, but it's harder for them to see during the day, because of the rarity of sunlight on their home planet."

"They wear all black and blue leather clothing, for a simple reason, it keeps them warm on their planet, even if they're cold blooded." Captain Jack said with a twitch of his lips, whether in vague amusement at some secret joke, or annoyance was unclear to the others. "They use ancient magic as well, as it's more impetuous and lethal. They're easily able to make almost anything die by a simple chant and touch, but they have to be able to touch another species to kill them." He stressed, giving a flickering gaze to the team.

The Torchwood Three group nodded in understanding. He wasn't just telling them facts, he was warning them. "Now help me get these monsters up and into the cells." With the order the group quickly grabbed the gear they would need to carry the alien species to the cells, and away from them.

"Put them in the heaviest cell you can find. They may have ancient magic, but it doesn't unlock doors." He stated with a smirk.

3rd November 2009

Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardy

Scotland

11:16 PM

"My dear, how do you know this ritual spell truly worked?" Albus Dumbledore questioned with a raised, bushy, white eyebrow. His blue eyes were no longer twinkling, but had a disbelieving and disappointed look in them. He didn't truly trust anything that was dark or ancient, altered or not. It led to many catastrophic incidents that caused more trouble than it's worth. He hadn't even realized what they were doing until he felt the backlash of the ritualistic spell they did, and now, almost everyone participating is still unconscious, except for a certain Hermione Weasley, Luna Scamander and Severus Snape.

Hermione Weasley looked up with tired chocolate brown eyes. Her skin still looked emaciated, with dark bruises underneath her eyes from lack of sleep and the drainage caused by the ritual. She raised a tired, shaky hand to her face and rubbed it in exhaustion. Eyes flickered open from their resting position to look at the older male. "It should be obvious, sir," She stated slowly, annunciating the words distinctly, expertly hiding the slight slurring caused by exhaustion. "That the ritual spell worked. Everyone in the spell has been almost completely stripped of his or her magic and energy. I should still be unconscious, but I'm not because you woke me up." She knew she sounded like an immature spoilt brat, but she was drained, testy and sore from the ritual. All she wanted to do was burrow into bed for the next five years; the amount of time it felt like it would take for her magic to reach normal levels.

"I see." Albus stated with a small hum, his eyes still not twinkling like they usually did, showing his displeasure. "And it said that he was in Cardiff, Wales correct?" He inquired curiously.

Hermione bit back an angry and irate groan at his question. Had she not just said that a few minutes ago? She couldn't remember. Her mind felt heavy and foggy. It was something she had never felt before, and did not like. "The Bluestocking is right about the soul ritual, but the Bluestocking must not be shocked upon her discovery." A soft, airy voice remarked from down the table. Eyes flickered to the tired and drained visage of Luna. Her feet sat propped up upon the chair beside her. Pale, faintly shivering hands lay atop of her knees.

Luna's eyes looked sunken in and dulled, not her usual hazy, bright blue eyes. Her vibrate blonde hair was now dull and limp and her skin had a grayish tinge to it. The ritual had taken much out of the young woman. But everyone had side affects of the ritual. They may not remain unconscious for the intended four days, but they became sickly looking and equally tired. "The Bumblebee and Kasai Winged Ones will be shocked upon their new surprise." She began to hum the same lullaby she had before. It's haunting melody echoed in the silent dinning room as everyone stared at her with confusion and wonder.

"The one that is needed most will not be willing to come at all. For the Warrior King is not one to be advised or told of what should be done." Luna's eyes flickered closed before fluttering back up, the exhaustion beginning to get to her. "The Shitenno and Shishin have many obstacles before them…" She stated in thought. "They will not be dissuaded from their path." Luna warned calmly before giving a long, tired filled yawn and stood from the table. Stretching the sore muscles of her back with small pops, she straightened out her multicolored green and purple pajamas.

With one last smile, she slowly glided out of the large room, which was, at the moment, The Order of the Phoenix's headquarters. Dumbledore watched Luna leave with a furrow of his brows. The young woman warned them of what would happen should they see Harry in his reincarnated form, but he didn't truly understand what she was warning them about. "Well, Mrs. Weasley," Albus said, breaking the thick and heavy silence. "I believe we will be going to Cardiff, Wales, a few days after the other…participants to yours and Mr. Black's ritual spell awake from their rest." His eyes sparkled cheerfully as he turned on his heel and made his way out of the room, hoping that with the finding of Harry, the war would be over soon.

4th November 2009

Number Twelve Grimmauld Place

London, England

2:13 PM

"Did anyone get the name and digits of the dragon that ran me over?" A voice moaned groggily. Eyes of stormy gray fluttered open and looked blearily around the large area he was residing in. Cots surrounded him with other figures laying on them. They were familiar faces, those that had helped him with the ritual. Some were unconscious while others were slowly coming around.

"Oh thank god you're awake!" Gemma Black exclaimed to her husband with relief evident in her tone. The forty eight year old Lady Black gave a thankful smile. As swiftly as the smile had appeared, it disappeared. Her eyes squinted in discontent; her lips thinned as she quickly moved forward and socked her husband in the shoulder.

"Oi! What was that for?" Sirius whined as he rubbed his sore arm.

"That was for scaring the bloody hell out of me you mangy bastard." Gemma snapped with annoyance, love and fright of what could have happened to her husband.

Sirius's eyes softened from their annoyance as he looked at his distressed pregnant wife. It wouldn't be good for their children with her being so worried. "I'm fine now love, and now you need to relax, this stress isn't good for the babies." He stated softly, his beautiful stormy gray eyes looked into his wife's dark blues, like the ocean at night.

"How can I be calm when you've been unconscious for four blasted days!" She exclaimed with frustration. Her eyes flashed with anger and unhappiness. Sirius fought of the pathetic whimper that so desperately wanted to release. He hated when she was angry with him. It reminded him of when Lily Potter, his deceased best mate's wife, used to get furious with him and James over their rather childish and sometimes dangerous pranks.

"I'm awake now!" Sirius defended himself, before remembering. "Wait!" He exclaimed after giving a pause. "Four days! I've been out for four days!" Eyes of stormy gray widened with disbelief. How could he have been out for so long?

"Yes! Four days! Your magical core was almost completely depleted, along with everyone else that was in that ritual!" Gemma took a deep, calming breath. "Even with Luna, Hermione and Severus waking in three days, they still slept for most of the day afterwards." She stated, noticing her husband's eyes travel around the room.

"Good…" The raven-haired male trailed off. He looked closely at his wife's face, noticing the purplish colored bags under her eyes and the ragged look on her face. "Have you slept at all?" The Black Lord squinted his eyes at Gemma, a look of disapproval making its way across his face.

"I've slept when I could." The Lady Black defended. Taking what Gemma said, he quickly changed the subject to something more important.

"Did it tell you where Harry was?" Sirius questioned eagerly. Just the mere thought of finding his godson after all those years that passed, left him feeling giddy and cheerful. He would finally be able to converse and tell Harry everything that he wished he could have before.

"Yes…but no one believed it worked, not until Dumbledore told them yesterday after waking Hermione." She said. Noticing the look of impatience beginning to surface across her husband's face, she quickly continued. "He's in Cardiff, Wales." Gemma stated. "Or at least, that's what it said."

"We have to go and get him then!" Sirius cried out. He pushed himself up into a slow sitting position. His arms shook with strain from the small move and made him collapse back onto the pillows behind him from the effort.

"Sirius!" The woman stated in exasperation. "Dumbledore may not have believed in the ritual, but after feeling the strength of that ritual within Hogwarts wards he believes that what the ritual said was true." She gave a tired sigh. "In two or three days, after you and everyone else's energy and magical core gets back up to full force, then we will be going to Cardiff."

A bright smile graced Sirius's lips at the news. He was more than ready to go find his godson now, but he knew he could not go against his wife; she would put him in the doghouse if he tried. With a heavy sigh and a pout, he crossed his arms over his chest and spoke.

"All right…two days." Sirius Black firmly stated.

6th November 2009

Cardiff, Wales

12:04 PM

"It's peculiar," Jack stated from his position outside of the strongest cell they had within Torchwood Three. He leaned against the wall; arms crossed his muscular chest, while a hand held one of his guns downward, but ready at any sudden movement. His dazzling blue eyes were sharp and cold, much like a soldier that had seen it all, which he had. And after fighting some big battles through the histories of the world, it was no surprise.

Ianto looked to his Captain with a raised eyebrow, waiting patiently for his boss to finish his thoughts. Captain Jack Harkness tended to get into a 'mood' when something from his past was brought up. He seemed to hate being reminded of his past, something that always made the team in Torchwood Three curious as to why, but no one had the guts to actually ask. Even Ianto, for all that the two had 'shared' between each other, it still wasn't enough for him to begin questioning the man about his history. "That the Craels would remain unconscious through out their travel in the Rift. Perhaps what they gave the Craels worked well, rather too well." He mused to himself with a small frown gracing his handsome face.

"Why is it strange, Jack?" Ianto questioned with his usual curiosity, which at times like these always led him into trouble.

"When someone goes through the Rift, the disturbance should have shaken them rather violently. It should have awoken anyone or anything, no matter if they were in a deep coma." A pensive look graced his countenance for a moment, before clearing as a look of sudden realization crossed face.

"No…" He trailed off in surprise. Jack's bright baby blues looked to Ianto and suddenly spoke. "What if they're only in this stasis because they're building power and energy?" The immortal inquired rhetorically. "The only way they can is if they feed off of other energies, but that could only – "

"Jack! We have a problem!" The figure of Gwen appeared further down the hall. Windswept hair fell into a rather frazzled looking face.

"And what would that be?" Captain Harkness demanded.

"All around the world, in the weaker areas in time and space, alien species are coming through!" Gwen stated in frustration. She roughly brushed away her strands of black hair behind her ears and out of her face.

The silence grew louder as Jack visibly attempted to restrain his temper; Ianto finally asked "What kind of species?"

"Not very dangerous species, but still enough to cause us and half the world problems." The woman groaned with exhaustion and irritation. Why did they always have more problems added onto the problems they already had? "It seems to be the aliens known as 'The Body Snatchers' and those damn Weevils."

"What are Toshiko and Owen doing about it?" Jack inquired. An arch of his eyebrow showed that the immortal was close to losing his barely reigned in short-temper. For the last four days the leader of Torchwood had been easily aggravated and angry, a mood that the Team had not seen often enough to know how to react around the suddenly volatile Jack Harkness.

"They're tracking to see where the 'Body Snatchers' and Weevils are appearing so we can deal with them." Gwen stated calmly.

"Lead the way Gwen." Jack stated. Ianto slowly followed beside Jack as they followed Gwen. Their footsteps were swift and hurried as the end of the world seemed to have arrived, and it was only a Friday too.

6th November 2009

Cardiff, Wales

2:06 PM

The evening crowd of Cardiff was filled with loud talkative voices and laughter as men and woman of different ages made their way home or made their way towards a new destination. A group of eight stood in a large alleyway, silently conversing between each other. "You sure this is the place?" Sirius inquired from his position at the entrance of the alleyway.

Sirius wore classy black slacks and a silk red; button up long sleeved shirt. The sleeves, usually rolled down, were currently rolled up to his elbows, showing off tanned skin and slightly muscular forearms. A black wife beater was worn underneath the shirt, allowing him leeway of leaving a few buttons unbuttoned. The last part of his outfit consisted of Walden dress shoes, a shinny black the glinted in the dim lighting of the sunlight. His outfit gave him the image of a rich businessman – one that most would assume was a stuck up snob.

Remus Lupin glanced at his anxious best mate with an eye roll and sigh. He missed Harry just as much, but found Sirius getting on his already frazzled nerves. His own outfit was much more comfortable than Sirius's. The light brown, almost blonde haired man, with gray streaks through his hair, wore a pair of comfortable dark blue Muggle jeans. The pants were loosely fitted and held up with a black leather belt. A silk, short sleeved, white shirt with a dark blue that matched his pants, dragon, was etched into the right side of his shirt. He wore a pair of Kenwood VIP black shoes that gave him a relaxed, but elegant look.

"Calm Sirius. We are going to be there soon. They're just getting the coordinates again." Remus stated with exasperation. Why was he stuck with the impatient mutt? He may be his best mate, but for the last two days he had persistently questioned like a four-year-old toddler about when they were going to leave to get Harry's reincarnation. It was tiring.

"Well, everything seems to be right." Hermione stated confidently and happily. She herself wore a pencil knee length black skirt and silk, gray, short-sleeved shirt with black high heels, showing off strong, golden brown legs. Her heels clicked loudly against the dirty alleyway as she made her way towards the older men. With her outfit, she looked like a beautiful secretary, or even model.

"How does that atrocious device work?" Severus questioned in his usual bored drawl. His eye twitched at the loud beeping that admitted from the square device held in the younger woman's hand. The greasy haired man wore a black suit and jacket. The black shirt was long sleeved and silk. The emerald green tie was unusually worn and his usual black ankle length, pointed, boots garlanded his feet. His long shoulder length hair was pulled back, tied with a green silk ribbon.

Albus and Minerva whom stood side by side, whispered quietly between each other, a heated argument seemed to be building as the older woman's eyes seemed to blaze like an inferno. The usual twinkle in the man's eyes was no were to be seen. "I can't –" could be heard from the elder woman.

"Now Minerva –" was replied in kind.

The group ignored the two eldest in the group, though it was rather hard not to with Albus's dark brown suit and jacket and bright orange shirt and tie and brown boots. However, Minevra's outfit was much more causal and normal. She wore an ankle length blue dress with her usual black high heels and a black, knee length overcoat, much like a Muggle woman her age would wear.

"When we get close to the reincarnation of Harry, it will beep continuously and grow progressively louder." Hermione began to explain.

"Wonderful." Severus inflected sarcastically with his classic sneer in place.

Hermione ignored him. She had long since gotten use to the older man's snarky attitude. "It will, in this small area," She pointed at the area where words seemed to quickly appear and disappear. "- Tell us who his reincarnation is, and since we know the place, I was able to use some of the potions formula and place it into this device, which will allow us to know whom he should be." The twenty nine year old took a deep breath and continued. "Of course, knowing how Harry was, his reincarnation will probably make it impossible for it to work and it will probably stop working."

Different emotions grazed the group's face at the genius's explanation. This may not work? Ran through many minds as they glanced between each other. "The Womboozle's shall be up soon. Much trouble and issues shall occur soon enough. The Shitenno and Shishin will be busy buzzes." Luna remarked casually as she walked past the group and out onto the street. "Screams and yells are going to dance in the flowers of wind." The twenty eight year old said airily. With a small smile and laugh, the blonde began to skip down the street, towards their destination. Her spring dress, the color of sky blue with white and green designs fluttered around the woman, giving her a childish look.

"The Kasai Winged Ones are very disorganized, they need the Shitenno and Shishin to help them find their paths." Luna called out with a bright spark in her eyes, that hadn't been seen since Harry's death. It gave the rest of the small group of eight hope.

"After you Mrs. Weasley." Kingsley stated in his dark voice. Hermione smiled and nodded, her stomach twisting and turning at the thought of seeing her best friend again. With a glance around, she followed after Luna, holding the device in her hand, listening to it's steady beeping, giving her the sign of where she needed to go.

6th November 2009

Cardiff, Wales

The Torchwood Three Institute

2:47 PM

The alarm system within the large Hub blared as the room shook with a worrying rumble. 'This is not good.' Captain Jack Harkness thought to himself as he leaned against the wall to steady himself. "I want you four to figure out what the fuck is going on. Understand!" He yelled over the loud blare of the system as it's flashing, red light continued on steadily. Jack made no move to remain and see if his Team listened to him as he quickly ran out of the main area of the Hub and back down the hallway, towards the elevator. Impatience surfaced as he angrily tapped the elevator button. Did it really take that long? Maybe his patience had finally snapped? He mused randomly. Blinking the strange thought away Jack stepped swiftly into the elevator and pushed for the lowest level of the Hub, where all the alien species were held.

"I have a really bad feeling." Jack uttered to himself as he fought the need to run his hand through his hair or bite his nails, a habit he had never had before – until now, it seemed. Then again, his old 'past life' had always done that, bite his nails or run his hand through his hair. He wasn't his past life though, and he wasn't even going to try and be that young, naive boy. No matter if they found him. Which was highly improbable.

Jack rolled his bright baby blues to himself and ignored the nagging thought in the back of his mind that Fate, whom hated him, no matter what life, or lives, whichever, was always going to fuck him over, and allowing those people to find him, would be one way. But he didn't believe in Fate, or the Christian God or even the Pagan God's and Goddess's, so really, it was just pure luck, most likely. "Alright…time to stop thinking of Past Lives and concentrate on the real issue at the moment." He ordered to himself aloud.

The small ding, which was barely heard because of the piercing wail, announced his arrival at the holding cells. The metal doors slid open smoothly. With a deep breath, Jack let it out slowly as he stepped into the hallways, which lead to three different sections. The first was for the least dangerous alien species (though all of them were dangerous in their own way), the more dangerous alien species and then the highly dangerous alien species. Or as the Torchwood crew usually called them, Wing One, Wing Two and Wing Three. Walking forward, Captain Jack headed to the highly dangerous cells, were the Crael's were being held.

His footsteps eerily echoed in the hallway as his boots thumped dully against the hard flooring. Eyes glanced at the cells where some of the alien species were being held. All of them had their ears (if they had any) covered to block out the blaring alarm system. Jack stopped at the farthest cell at the end of the hallway and looked in to see the four Crael's conscious and out of their leather straps. "You're not getting out." Jack yelled over the system and into the intercom that allowed himself and the Team to communicate to other alien species.

The four Crael's snapped towards the voice that echoed through the room and snapped strange dull blue eyes. "We must search for the power." They chorused with each other. Their voices were mellow and hoarse, a contradiction if Jack ever saw one.

"Now that wasn't strange at all." Captain Jack Harkness remarked sarcastically. "Like I said before, you aren't leaving this cell. Not until we get you back into your coma's and back to your home planet." He spoke sternly and calmly, a voice that he always used when speaking to anyone he disliked.

"We will not. We must search for the power." They stated again.

"What power? There's no power here!" Jack said back. His eyes squinted in disbelief and wariness at the four aliens locked up. In a pack of six, the Crael's were extremely powerful, a group of four, they were low to middle level and a group of two, their power level's were almost nonexistent, but no matter what they were still able to do a good amount of damage.

"The Power." The Crael's mimicked; "The Power is the naturals."

"Naturals…" Jack Harkness trailed off, his eyes widening in disbelief. Creepy smiles graced black lips as the four Crael's noticed the strong one had instantly caught onto what they were saying and meaning. He would be a good one to convert, to change. "No. Sorry. Not going to happen." Jack stated in his firm and unmoving stance. "You will not get out and you will not break free." He growled. With a smooth lift of his hand, he slammed onto a red button beside the door. With a hiss, the three walls in the room began to emit a white and grayish smoke into the room.

The Crael's eyes fluttered shut and then open before they collapsed into unconsciousness once again. "That should keep them out for about twelve hours, hopefully." Jack Harkness sighed heavily and leaned against the door, his hand holding the gun in a tight grip as he ignored the throbbing at his temples. This crap was getting old. He could now hear the alarm system going quieter, but not turning fully off; meaning something other than the Crael's awakening had set it off. Then again, when an alien species tries to break out of their cell, the alarm would always go off.

"How could they not find out what it is yet?" Jack demanded to himself. With a clench of his jaw he made his way back down the hallway. His footsteps moved swiftly past the cells and back up to the elevator. With his hand still holding his gun he stepped into the elevator and pushed for the second highest level in the Hub, where all the technology and Rift was.

Ding. Ding. Jack stepped out of the elevator doors after an agonizing five-minute ride. He moved carefully and slowly towards the stairs, his eyes searching for any enemies. The immortal stopped at the top of the stairs and froze at the sight before him. His Team held their weapons out and pointed at the eight, fashionably (at least some of them anyways) dressed group.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you Harry, my boy." Albus Dumbledore stated cheerfully. Eyes of blue sparkled in happiness. "You look much different than you once did."

Jack raised his gun and pointed it at the man, who was much younger than himself with a cold, emotionless look on his face. "I don't know who you think you are or who you think I am, but I'm not this 'Harry' person." Jack stated back calmly. He walked slowly forward and stopped beside his Team. "Now, before we get technical about you breaking numerous laws and breaking into a government building, let me ask one thing, how the hell did you get in here?" Jack Harkness demanded, his arm steady as it pointed at each person before him.

Yes, I finally have this chapter edited! Go me! Anyways, thanks to my beta I now have it flowing and sounding better than it did before.

I do hope you enjoy this chapter. I had a bit of fun with it. I also liked how Jack curses when he's angry or about to lose his temper. That's how I see him anyways.

Reviews would be awesome! And thank you to those that wrote encouraging and kind reviews, it's what actually got me to continue writing this chapter.

My other stories are, for the moment, on hold until I actually get the energy to think on updating my other stories. There's also the whole reason of needing some beta's for those stories, because when you persistently re-read one chapter, it gets you a little annoyed at the whole thought of writing more (to me anyways).

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TheWeepingRaven