The only thing Harry could see now was grey. Grey stretched everywhere, in every direction. If this was the afterlife, or even a dream, it was a very boring one. Quite a lot like the time he'd flown too high and got stuck in a cloud, except grey instead of white and a lot less wet.

Boring.

Very boring.

Harry started walking , not heading in any particular direction. There didn't seem to be a floor, or a ground, but he was walking, so there had to be some sort of surface.

His shoulder felt better. Odd, but better still than the sharp ache of earlier. Harry's broken wrist felt like it was in a cast, though he couldn't see anything.

Harry almost unconsciously unfurled his wings, savouring the feel of his avian appendages being freed. He hadn't had much time to have them out, as the Dursleys really didn't like to see them. It wasn't his fault he was a natural animagus, it was just in his genes! Since both his parents were animagi, the abilities had been passed down to him. Sirius had helped him master the transformations after his 3rd year. And of course he couldn't be normal, and have just one form. He had to have two!

Though he couldn't say his secondary form hadn't helped him at times. Being a wolf had made the third task easier, and he'd used his eagle-eyesight with the dragon. If anyone had noticed his eyes shift yellow, they hadn't said anything.

And… he was back to the boredom.

Boring.

Grey had to be the most boring of all the colors. It wasn't even a color, it was a shade. Even the other shades were a nice contrasting black and white. But grey, grey was an annoying, neutral color. It hovered between the two, having neither an opposite nor a twin. It could be either dark or light, but no definite. The exact components could be interesting, but this all-encompassing, never-ending grey was just

Boring.

Very, very boring.

Wait…. What was that? Harry had seen a spark of golden light, far off in the distance. He started to walk towards it.

When he reached it, it was a little ball of golden smoke around the size of his fist.

"Well, that was anticlimactic." He remarked dryly.

Just as he said that, the little ball exploded into the form of a young woman, shining with an unearthly light.

"Whoa!" Harry backed away quickly, his wings expanding to make him look like a bigger threat. "What the hell?"

"You are the son of Captain Jack Harkness." The woman –girl, really- stated.

"Uh, no? My dad was Jack Potter."

"Jack Potter and Captain Jack Harkness are one and the same."

"Okaayy….. I know dad was a quidditch captain, but what's with the Harkness? And who are you, anyway?"

"I am the Bad Wolf. I can see all of time and space. But my human essence is called Rose."

"Are you an alien?" Harry asked eagerly. His Astronomy professor believed in aliens, and so did he. To have proof that life existed outside of earth would be phenomenal! Hermione and he had even theorized that the first wizards had been aliens, and the abilities had been passed down through dominant genes.

"No, Harry. I am as human as you are. The only reason I am as I am is because I made a foolish mistake when trying to get back to the alien I love."

"So aliens do exist!"

"Yes, yes they do. You and your friend are right in assuming that the first of your kind were from another world."

"…Whoa."

"Indeed. I had approximately the same reaction when I first learned of non-terrestrial life."

"But what does my father have to do with all this? Hasn't he been dead for 14 years?"

"Your father…. Jack Harkness is a complicated, complicated person. I see I have some have some storytelling to do." The Bad wolf sat down cross-legged, and Harry sat back on his heels.

"I first met Jack in 1941, in the middle of the London Blitz." Harry's eyes widen at this. "In a strange chain of events, I ended up hanging from a barrage balloon in the middle of a bombing raid. Your father caught me, fixed up my hands. He tried and failed to get me back to my alien friend, the Doctor. After our time in the Blitz was over and done with, the Doctor asked him to come with us." She started.

"How was he in 1941? Dad wasn't born until 1973!" Harry asked.

"The Doctor has a time machine, as did your father, before it got broken. That is how he ended up in WW2, as he is originally from the 51st century."

"….So my dad was from the 51st century?"

"Yes."

"I had a father from the far far future."

"Yes."

"I think it would be better if you just gave me the straight facts."

The Bad Wolf shifted slightly, as if she was uncomfortable with the situation, but she continued on anyway.

"Jack Harkness was/will be born on the 27th of March, 5060, on the Boeshane Peninsula, which is part of what used to be America, Earth. He joined the Time
Agency when he was 17, and was employed there for six years, until he woke up one morning and discovered two years of his memory missing. He then left the Agency, and turned rogue. After a while, he became a con-man, selling empty spacecraft to time travelers, convincing them it was valuable. I met him in the middle of World War 2, in the forties. He saved my life and then tried to sell me and the Doctor an empty ambulance, claiming it to be a Chula warship. Due to an unfortunate mistake on his part, London ended up the victim of a plague, but we stopped it, saving everybody's life in the process, and Jack played an important part in that. The Doctor invited him to travel with us, and he did, until we were separated on a game show satellite in the 7000s. We were reunited soon after, but an old foe of the Doctor's attacked the satellite, and the Doctor sent me away, to my home time to protect me. I made a foolish mistake trying to get back to him, and it nearly cost me my life. I opened the Doctor's spaceship, absorbing the power of the time vortex that was inside. Doing that created me, the Bad Wolf.

"As I said before, I can see all of time and space. I can control many things; I could be a god if I wished, and if my human form weren't so fragile. As it is, I am appearing to you in a non-corporeal realm, the realm of dreams. As your body is asleep, and mine is too, I can appear for longer periods of time than I can while corporeal.

"I can control life and death. Much better now than I could then. When I arrived on the satellite, the Daleks, - the Doctor's old enemies- had taken control of it. They had killed over 100 people. Including Jack."

At this, Harry's mouth dropped open and his eyes widened. The Bad Wolf held up a hand to stop his questions.

"As I said, I have control over life and death. When I eradicated the Daleks from the satellite, I also brought back your father, but being so new and unused to my powers, I brought him back forever."

"What?" Harry asked, disbelievingly.

"I am truly sorry, Harry, but your father cannot die."

"What!?"


I am very sorry it's so short. Lately I've lost inspiration for this story. But never fear! I am not going to abandon this fic like I've done for some of my others. My pretty little winged cat muses made out of solid gemstone have been playing with the plot bunnies too much and gave me tons of new ideas for other fics that I can't publish because it would divert my attention from this one.

The word count for this, not including the AN, is 1,273.