To Kill A Mockingbird

A Harry Potter/Torchwood/Doctor Who Crossover

Chapter Four

Thick Headed Imbeciles

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

6th November 2009

3:10 PM

The heaviness in the room was thick between the two groups. The consistent loud drumming and wailing of the alarm in the Hub was beginning to give Jack Harkness a migraine as he continued to glare stonily at them – the witches and wizards he had hoped he would never see again. After all, he wasn't involved with that world anymore and wanted to take no part in it. Why should he? What good did they ever do for Harry Potter? Nothing, from what he could see in the few scrapes of memory he had from all those years ago. They were all backstabbing, ass kissing liars that wanted Harry Potter for their Scapegoat.

After all, The-Boy-Who-Lived, The Golden Boy, The Chosen One was supposed to be their Hero, the one to save them all. He mentally scoffed at the notion they all had in their pea sized brains. If they really thought he would swoop in to save them all, they had another thing coming. 'Stupid bastards,' Jack uttered to himself, eyes twitching in aggravation. His day was going from bad, to worst, and then all the way down to shitty. He sometimes wondered if it was Karma that was catching up to him on the really bad days like today.

Captain Jack Harkness's temper rose steadily, passing his usually high boiling point, as he continued to stare into the faces of the ones his past life had once known. His past life had cherished and loved, well some of them anyway, these people standing before him, something he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. With a slight frown, he wished he could punch the bastards in the face.

'I really need to get a hand on my temper.' He thought to himself. 'It wouldn't be good to shoot any of the dumb shits that broke into the building. But wouldn't that be amusing.' He mused to himself thoughtfully. He blinked once, mentally shaking himself out of his random, and rather dark, thoughts.

Perhaps he was finally loosing it...

Wouldn't be a surprise, really.

Captain Jack Harkness gave a roll of his eyes and stared untrustingly at the group. "Now, I'm going to only ask one more time, understand?" He stated sternly and calmly. His cuttingly aggressive tone wasn't lost on the Torchwood team. The eight strange individuals had yet to realize the hole they were digging for themselves, seeing as they were already on Jack's 'Don't Like and Wouldn't Mind Hitting or Shooting' list, and were well on the way to Jack's 'Where to Put the Bodies' list.

"Ah yes, I am sure you are interested in knowing who we are." Albus Dumbledore remarked cheerfully, completely nonplused by the guns being pointed at him.

"I don't really give a damn who the fuck you are." Jack monotonously stated back. Ianto, Toshiko, Gwen and Owen fought off the amused laughter that bubbled to surface, begging for release from their throats. Jack was always scarily amusing when speaking back at those he disliked. He was always so serious when he made a scathing, sarcastic or smart-ass remark. It was almost too funny to not laugh at.

"Well – eh –"Albus cleared his throat in discomfort. Ianto and Tosh glanced at each other, eyes glinting in amusement.

"Look, it's really annoying when you don't answer the Captain back, so why don't you stop procrastinating and tell us how the Hell you got in here?" Owen finally declared, fed up with merely glancing between the rather moronic Englishmen and Englishwoman that had decided to just randomly break in a government buildings…although it technically wasn't a government building, seeing as hardly anybody knew what Torchwood was.

"I agree." Gwen all but snarled. "I'm getting rather pissed off at not being able sleep for more than five hours at a time! And you idiots just appearing out of nowhere like this isn't helping!" Gwen snapped, her own temper rising as her frazzled and stressed nerves were finally reaching their end.

Hermione Weasley shared a look with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. They couldn't exactly tell these Muggles who they were and how they appeared in the building. Not to mention, they had broken several regulations, if what this Harry was saying was true.

Jack's eyes snapped to the brunette haired woman with a tight look of anger blazing through his eyes. He was not Harry fucking Potter and if he had to listen to one more thought that stated he was in any way still that pathetic child, he'd shoot the fucker in the foot. Hermione twitched in discomfort at the look of barely hidden rage appearing across Jack's face. She looked away quickly, turning to Sirius and Remus, who both looked as uncomfortable as she did.

"Look!" Jack exclaimed suddenly, his voice a low rumble against the Hub's walls. "Just tell us how the hell you got into a government building and we might just let you leave with your memories still intact." He stated mysteriously with a light smirk crossing his features.

"Uh – Captain." Ianto stated from beside Toshiko.

"Yes Yan?" Jack inquired, his eyes flickering over to his lover and friend. His eyes slowly roamed over the man, a small smirk gracing his lips.

"You do know we can't use the machine…" Ianto remarked slowly with a raised eyebrow.

"Why –" Jack began to reply.

"Do you remember the last time you tried to use it?" The younger male inquired reproachingly, his voice slow as if talking to a small child.

"Yes, but that was – " Ianto shook his head.

"No, it happened more than three times." Ianto replied, cutting off Jack's attempt to try using the machine. Jack gave a frown, a pout almost forming at Ianto Jones ruining his fun.

The witches and wizards shared an uneasy look at the half-sided conversation. From what the 'Captain' and this 'Yan' person were saying, they had a machine that could erase and change memories, much like Legilimency, but it also tended to caused some sort of damage to the people it was used on.

Albus cleared his throat, dragging Jack's attention back to the other man. 'Someone likes to have attention be centered on themselves.' Jack, along with the rest of the Torchwood team thought to themselves.

"Yes…well we just found this building and walked in." The white haired wizard stated, his statement sounding more like a question than a fact. The group stared at the man with disbelief. Did he really think they'd believe him?

"So…" Jack drawled out with vague amusement and annoyance, "You just…walked into Roald Dahl Plass and just so happened to find this well hidden building, which by the way is hidden several meters beneath it…without once being stopped and questioned by anyone?" He drawled disbelievingly with a quirk of his eyebrow. "Not only that!" Jack continued mockingly, "It can only be entered via an 'invisible lift' in the Plass. It's also located on the coast, along the south of the city centre, so you'd have to really be looking for this place." The leader of Torchwood finished harshly, looked stonily at the group. He was not at all amused with them.

"Look! We just came to talk with you. Okay?" Hermione finally stated after the long silence that descended over the group following his brutal criticism. She felt like a teenager caught doing something illegal (which, technically, she had) with how she was acting with this infuriating man. This Captain was supposed to be Harry Potter? Well, he didn't seem anything like the nice boy she had known all those years ago. He was so acerbic, uncouth and many more unpleasant words she would rather not think or speak aloud.

"Then just tell me how the hell you got in here." Jack Harkness ordered calmly. The buzzing of the machines, the sounds of the Rift and the beeping of the alarm filled the silence as the witches and wizards twitched at the power and air this other man had to him. But he had to be a Muggle, right?

"We traveled by Apparition." Minerva McGonagall finally stated, no longer able to handle the tense silence in the room. The group that Minerva was with looked at the old woman with wide eyes and opened mouths, not believing that she could have just said those words, to Muggles no less.

"And what, exactly, is Apparition?" Tosh questioned from her spot between Ianto and Gwen.

"It's an ability that allows you to go anywhere, and as long as you can visualize the place you want to go to, you can appear in said place." Kingsley remarked calmly in his deep voice. He stood behind the rest of the group, only a certain Luna Scamander and Severus Snape stood beside him.

"That sounds rather fascinating - to be able to do something that should be impossible." Tosh and Owen chorused eerily, their eyes glinting inquisitively.

"That's all great and nice, but there's still the whole, 'you shouldn't have been able to know what this building looks like'. Unless… You had to do research, even though it would be nearly impossible to find anything concrete on this building, such as what it looks like." Gwen remarked, as she, like Jack, was as distrustful and unimpressed with the peculiar group. She brushed away a few stray strands of black hair that had fallen out of its ponytail, before regripping the gun tightly.

"I'm going assume that the one who managed to find out this place and also who is the most likely to want to see this building, would be the Know-It-All over there." Jack stated humorlessly as his eyes flickered to the shorthaired brunette that had once been one of Harry Potter's few good friends.

Hermione's face flushed at Jack's statement, her face glowing in embarrassment, anger and hurt at the 'Know-It-All' remark. It had always been a scathing comment made by many children when she was younger, though some still said it just to be rude. But that didn't make it any less hurtful when Harry said it to her. "I read about Torchwood Institute in a book once and when I learned that we'd be going to Cardiff, Wales, where one of the Torchwood Institutes was rumored to be, I couldn't help myself. It didn't help that you were going to be here Harry." She spoke hurriedly and softly, although her voice had an air of disdain, and her face was still pink, but her eyes were firm and unmoving as she looked into the eyes of the one who had been one of her old best friend's.

"Get it through your thick skulls, I'm not this, nor will I ever be this, Harry person and just because you assume I am, that doesn't give you any right to just appear in a government building without authorization." Jack replied calmly, hiding the anger that simmered underneath the surface.

"Still as insolent and impolite as ever, Potter." Severus Snape sneered from his place near the back of the group. Ianto, Toshiko, Owen and Gwen looked to the greasy haired man with eyebrows raised and disbelief clearly written across their face. 'Did he truly just say that to Jack of all people?' ran through their minds as they wondered if the man had an unfulfilled death wish.

Jack turned a sharp glare at the cynical and rather annoying and prudent man. "Firstly, get it through your peanut sized brain that I'm not this 'Potter' person." He stated calmly, his tongue's cutting edge still barely sheathed, with the underlying tone of anger and annoyance was slowly bubbling through. "Secondly, it seems that you yourself could take some lessons in how to be polite when talking to others. Either way, if you don't start holding your tongue – unless you have something pleasant to say – which is highly doubtful, you might just get shot in the fucking foot, understand? So, I'd suggest keeping your mouth shut." Jack ordered, as he glared darkly at the man.

He hated whenever people automatically assumed something about him, something that Severus Snape, from his past life's memories, did as he was the type of person that automatically assumed he knew a person at first glance. It got on Jack's nerves, because if he wanted someone's opinion, he'd ask for it. Otherwise, he wanted them to keep their mouths shut and their opinions to themselves. "Now, let's move on from this rather redundant conversation and onto the real reason you broke into Torchwood." He stated, assuming that since they wanted to talk to 'Harry', he could see just how sorely disappointed they'd be. Anything to make this day a little better.

"Well – Mr. Harkness –" Dumbledore began.

"It's Captain Harkness. Not Mr." Jack stated with a twitch of his eyes. How exactly had his past life thought these people so great? He wondered silently about his past life's judgment, as almost everything that left the wizard's or witches' mouths grated on his already thin nerves.

"Right. Well, Captain, we need you to come back to England. It is most prudent that you finish some business, something you should have done years ago." Headmaster Albus Dumbledore explained cheerfully, his bright blue eyes, not nearly as blue as Jack's, twinkled cheerily in a grandfatherly manner.

An unimpressed eyebrow began to rise. "I need to come back? I have to go?" Jack questioned in a tone that could barely be called politely confused. The Torchwood team shared an uneasy look and took a few steps away from the angry Immortal, readying themselves to run for shelter, as the look on his face was rather frightening, and the intent glimmer was one that they had never seen before. His eyes were glittering under the black silk locks, and his poise was seemingly relaxed, but at the same time incredibly alert and that gave him an elegance that made him seem stronger than anyone else in the room could hope to be, as it seemed to fill the room with an almost nonexistent power.

The darkness of his eyes was not lost on the intruders, as Jack assessed Dumbledore with a gaze that shot shivers through everyone's spine that was watching. It was a look that showed that Dumbledore was clearly wanting, from Jack's perspective. The coldness of Jack's eyes, and the aloofness that had not been there even five minutes before was unnerving. Both groups watched as all emotion was washed away from his face, as it was now schooled in such carefully crafted neutrality that they could no longer even discern the glint that had appeared seconds before in those beautifully deadly eyes. A heavy feeling settled in the pit of the witches' and wizards' stomachs as they watched Captain Jack Harkness's mind reach a verdict.

"I'm terribly sorry to say that you'll just have to find someone else. I'm not this Harry Potter person you seem enamored with." Jack replied in a tone that said he wasn't sorry at all.

"But you have to help us!" Sirius exclaimed with disbelief; he couldn't believe that his godson had become so heartless and cold.

"I don't have to do anything." Captain Jack snapped. His blue eyes fueled with a dark fire, as his temper snapped. "If you're so desperate for something to happen, then do it yourself! My Team and I aren't going to risk our lives to help you when you should, and could, have done something in the first place. After all, thanks to you, we now have more work than ever that we have to take care of – something much farther reaching than England. No, you see, because of you, we now have trouble areas all over the world acting up that we have to get back under control." He stated calmly. He had already almost lost his team once before, but he had been lucky to save them from certain death with a little help of his abilities.


23rd December 5076

Sinclair Residence

The small two-bedroom house was much smaller than what Cyan Sinclair (who had taken to calling himself Captain Jack Harkness) had once lived in. Ever since his father's death and baby brother's disappearance four years ago, Jack often spent time by himself or with his few friends. He took care of himself – dressing and feeding himself, even cleaning up after himself and mother. His mother had become a person he barely recognized. All she seemed to do was work, go out to clubs or bars, and then either bring men back home for a little sex and more booze and drugs or go to the man's place and stay there for a few days. It was something that, after three years of dealing with, had just become another part of life.

Jack sighed and rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hands in frustration. The groaning, moaning and grunts coming through the wall was really starting to tick at his nerves. He could barely concentrate on any of his homework with the sounds his mother and her new toy were making. "Fuck it." He muttered to himself. Standing angrily up from the old and cracking brown chair he grabbed his ankle length black wool trench coat and slid it on. Slipping his feet into his black, knee length boots on he stepped out of the room and down the hallway.

Dazzling blue eyes rolled as he walked past his mother's room. The noise had gotten considerably louder and he could now hear the bed banging against the wall. He fought off the vomit that bubbled in the back of his throat and steadily rose. With the way the world was today, or should he say worlds were, he had no problem with the idea of sex, drugs, booze, murder or anything else like that. It was the idea that his mother was doing all those things that made him want to throw up his lunch. "Gag me and kill me, but don't make me listen to this shit anymore." He muttered to himself. Shuddering at the sudden climax of voices, Jack quickly walked out of the house, slamming the door shut behind him with a 'crack'.

For the next few hours Jack wandered the streets. Blue eyes took in everything around him. From the loud noises the businesses made, to the loud and vibrate voices of fellow citizens as they walked through the streets. Laughter and whisper of voices surfaced through the air. It gave Jack a content feeling. This was the kind of environment he enjoyed. This was an area he could live contently and not worry about the next meal he'd have or the next time he'd see his mother walking through the front door.

"Hello darling." A voice cooed to his right. Jack's head looked towards the sound of the speaker and an eyebrow rose at the figure of a rather attractive looking man standing there. Ever since Jack had turned eleven, he knew he preferred both men and women, so he had no trouble checking out the much older man.

"Hello." Jack stated with a friendly smile that made his face light up.

"What's a young thing like you doing in an area like this?" The man was handsome in a dark and exotic way. His eyes were a dark brown, nearly black swirl of honey brown. Skin was the color of mocha and hair was a wavy mess of raven black. As Jack looked the man over he felt his eyebrow rise.

"Just enjoying the night life." He replied, not wanting to speak too much of why he was really out at nearly ten at night. Like telling this unknown stranger that he was walking the streets to get away from the sound of his mothers and her new toy's sex escapades would go over well.

"Why don't you join me inside?" The older man questioned with a charming smile gracing his plump, and very kissable, pink lips.

Jack opened his mouth to agree when he felt a strange feeling settle over him. As blue eyes stared into dark brown the sudden feeling of wrongness settled over. He had the feeling of lies, wanting, dirtiness, greed and darkness settle over him as he continued to look at the man. With a blink, the sudden feelings or intuitions disappeared. Jack felt the bile in his throat as he looked away from the man and then quickly back to him. The same feelings began to settle over him again.

"Uh…no…no thanks." Jack quickly replied. "I gotta get going." Without waiting for a response he ran off down the street and back towards where his home, if you could call it that, was. Whatever had just happened? It was something that he never wanted to experience again, despite having happened twice before. The first time was when he was seven and had been talking with one of his father's brothers and the sudden feelings of wrongness had settled over him. It had scared him so much that he never went near his Uncle again unless he was in a room full of people, while the other time had just happened recently.

It had been the day of his 'Birthday' if you could call it that. He never celebrated his birthday, not since he was nine and nor did he want to anymore. The day of his 'Birthday' his mother had brought home another man, one that began to give off these strange and dangerous vibes that left a feeling of fear, dread and sickness hanging over him. It was only until later that night when he was by himself with his mother's new 'boyfriend' that he had discovered why he felt like this.

The sudden onslaught of memories that was brought forth in his mind, an ability 'telepathy' he supposed you could call it, he had received when he was seven, had shown him where his mother's new boyfriends attentions were, with him. It had scared him enough to tell his mother about it. His mother had always believed him about his special 'abilities' and when he had told her about the sudden memories and whispered thoughts he had received from her 'boyfriend', his mother had quickly sent the other man away, much to the relief of Jack.


Present

"Jack!" Ianto called out. Jack blinked and shoved the sudden memory away and looked to Ianto with a curious tilt of his head. "You were spacing out Jack." Ianto stated with some confusion. Jack had been acting rather strange since the 31st of October.

"Hmm." Jack hummed in acknowledgement before turning to look at Albus Dumbledore. The familiar feeling of wrongness settled over him as he looked at the old man. He could feel helplessness, need, power, sadness and frustration settle over him. Sighing Jack shook the feelings off and spoke slowly. "I told you once, and I'll tell you again, I'm not helping you and I'm not this Harry Potter. So you best get off the property before you're arrested for breaking and entering into a government building." Captain Harkness suggested. He was just tired of dealing with these people.

Albus nodded slowly in understanding. He could see when they weren't going to get the help they had desperately need. "I see. Well – thank you – for at least not arresting us." Albus replied with a saddened smile. His eyes didn't twinkle, but looked gloomy and helpless.

"That guilt trip won't work." Jack Harkness replied with a thinning of his lips. The Torchwood team and their Captain watched in silence as the others tried to fight Albus on his decision, but went silent instead at the older man's look. They all looked on as all of them disappeared with a loud crack. Finally, silence descended. No more loud wail of the alarm, just the loud hum of the Rift and the steady breathing of the team.

"Get back to work and find out where those aliens are." Jack ordered before turning on his heel and storming off towards his office. The team shared an unsure look. The whole meeting between the wizards' and witches' left them unnerved and curious. What and who was Harry Potter? And why did they think he was Captain Jack Harkness?

"Who's going to talk to him?" Gwen asked with worry as her eyes searched for him in the direction that Jack had disappeared to.

"I'm not. He'd probably shoot me." Owen admitted quickly. He was more of a talk first before actually thinking and he was positive he'd probably say something stupid.

"I vote for Yan to do it." Toshiko stated abruptly, wanting to ensure it didn't fall to her. The three of them looked to Ianto who looked back, slightly nervous. He wasn't used to dealing with an angry and annoyed Jack. He knew how to deal with a suave and sexy Jack – no problem. This other Jack was like dealing with a poisonous rattlesnake when it's pissed off and cornered.

"I agree. Tea Boy should go and talk with Jack. He'd have better luck than the rest of us." Owen agreed with a nod, jumping into the lifeboat that was the proposition.

"Then it's agreed. You get to go talk with Jack and find out why he's so…well, you know." Gwen remarked with a shrug, only feeling a vague sense on pity for making Ianto do it.

Ianto sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. He had a bad feeling about this. It most likely would end horribly for him when he tried to talk with angry and annoyance Jack, and it was something he was definitely not looking forward to.


I'm terribly sorry I haven't updated this story in awhile. I was having a hard time finishing this chapter.

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