Disclaimer: I don't Harry Potter nor do I own Torchwood. Though I wish I did.

Spoilers: The main bulk of the story will take place after Cyberwoman. This will obviously be AU. I think I will be ignoring some episodes but I'm not sure yet.

Plot: Ianto Jones has more secrets that go past Lisa. He didn't even exist until he was eighteen. For the first seventeen years of his life, Ianto Jones was Harry Potter. Now the Wizarding World wants their savior back. Something Ianto isn't sure he wants to be. But how does he make the team believe that he did this for them just as much as him. Ianto cannot stand to be broken one more time. He needs his soulmate to fix him. And he turns out to be…the flirty Captain in the RAF greatcoat?

A/N: Do you all still love me? I am so sorry. I've started the search for my perfect college. Plus SATs plus maintaining a 3.7 GPA it kills the fanfiction writing time especially a favored story. Still it makes no excuse and I apologize to all of you. You all have been so kind and supporting. I love you all!

This chapter is dedicated to every single one of you!
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"Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask." –V from V for Vendetta

"Conceal me what I am; and be my aid
For such disguise as, haply, shall become
The form of my intent" –Viola Shakespeare's The Twelfth Night Act I, scene ii
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Chapter 10
Fate is a Demon (Rhymes with Witch)
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The dinner went off smashingly (in case you were wondering), the events that happened quite a few hours later: the next day if you really want to be nitpick-y and such. Well mainly due to the fact that it was the day of Ianto's press conference. Jack practically demanded to go with him. Loudly dramatically and in front of the team....

It kept future watchers of past Hub footage entertained for years to come! But that's neither here nor there. Back to the lovely couple!

"Jack! Please be reasonable! The Wizarding World doesn't look kindly on many people! Hell even different species in the magical world are looked on with disdain! They're brutes!"

"All the more reason for us to come with you!"

"What about the Rift? We'll be all the way in bleedin' London, Jack!"

"Can't you do that Portkey thingy?"

"You need magic to activate it!"

"Seriously?"

"No Jack. I'm just shittin' you so I can go prancin' off by myself into a bleedin' press conference full of rabid damned reporters."

Apparently when mad the creature known as Ianto Jones speech gets lacked and he has quite the potty mouth. Scary magical powers aside, Owen found a whole new respect for the tea-boy that day. Mainly because he learned some new swears.

"Sarcasm won't help you, Ianto."

"Really? Usually I rely on rapier wit and fantastic diction to sweet talk in order to have my own way."

At this point the lover's quarrel had been going on for twenty some minutes, it was affecting everyone in the Hub. Tosh's left eye started to twitch. Owen was contemplating various methods, each painful, to get them to shut their bloody mouths. Gwen, however, was at her wits end and she slammed her hand on the table.

The two quarreling men froze and turned to the angry Welsh woman.

"Alright! I can't take this anymore! Ianto just let Jack bloody take you and give us all some bleeding peace!"

Ianto looked down at his shoes thoroughly chastised. Jack smiled triumphantly.

'I just didn't want to get Jack involved in the mess I left behind,' Ianto thought.

"What was that?" Jack asked looking at the wizard. Ianto looked up confusion in his eyes.

"Jack I didn't say anything."

"Oh…well I guess I misheard something…" the Captain coughed awkwardly, "So! When do you we leave?"

Ianto spared a glance at his watch.

"We can leave now. I just want to get this over with and go back to my filing. We just need to make one stop to my family's main vaults so I can grab a couple things."

"How're we getting there?"

Ianto grinned (a bit too wickedly for Jack's liking).

"Just grab on and hang tight."

Owen opened his mouth to comment but a loud CRACK filled the Hub. Jack and Ianto disappeared along with it.

"What the fuck happened?" he asked.

Tosh looked up from her work, "I think they teleported."

"Oh…"

Just another day with your friendly neighborhood alien busters/crimefighters/saviors type people.

What do you refer to them as?

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After the pair reappeared in a London alley with a soft pop, Jack fell to the ground.

"What the hell was that?"

"Apparition: a form of teleportation in the Wizarding World. Not very comfortable?"

"Was that your own form of petty revenge?"

Ianto nodded eyes glinting mischievously.

"It was very gratifying."

"You're going down later, Jones."

"I ever so love it when you talk dirty to me, Captain." Ianto spoke the last word with a gentle husky edge to his voice. Jack gulped and blushed.

"Come on Yan. Let's go to this bank."

Ianto grinned and led on chuckling all the way. He quickly pulled Jack's hand into a dirty looking tavern. He nodded to the barkeep and guided him to the alley. They stood in front of a row of bricks. Ianto quickly brandished his wand and tapped a series of bricks in quick succession. The wall unfolded before the pair.

"That's just cool," the Captain stated. Ianto laughed but nodded.

"Welcome Jack to Diagon Alley. It's a bit more crowded than Arwel Alley but that is because it's the U.K.'s oldest shopping district."

"How long has it been here?" Jack asked as they walked through the alley. Their dress attracted a few stares, especially Jack's coat. Ianto seemed to tactfully ignore them.

"Erm…around 1000 I think. It started out a series of brothels. Then it just kind of grew around them. People promptly forget about the brothels once it was deemed a 'respectable' area."

"It all starts with sex and money doesn't it?" Jack asked.

Ianto nodded as they walked up a huge marble structure.

"The goblins run the bank," Ianto stated, "They're ruthless, vicious, and bloodthirsty but they're good with money. I wondered what happened to the one who sold me out to Malfoy."

Jack was almost certain that if Owen was here, a joke of solicitors and loan officers would be made at about this point. He quietly looked up at the doors reading the warning inscribed:

"Enter stranger but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn
Must pay dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there."

"That's poetic and threatening," stated Jack. Ianto snorted but disguised it as a cough. The pair walked through the doors; Ianto quietly began to scan the room. His eyes landed in a vague area of desks.

"Come on Jack," he said walking to the desks. The goblin looked up and promptly stood up.

"Lord Potter," he began.

"It's Jones now, Griphook. You helped me with the paperwork," Ianto interrupted smoothly. He smiled though and bowed.

"May your gold grow and the blood of your enemies flow freely."

The goblin, Griphook, broke out into a wickedly sharp smile.

"The same to you, Lord Jones, the same to you. What business can I help you with?"

"I was hoping you have the rings on you," Ianto stated sheepishly, "I have a press conference to attend to. Sign of status and all that rot I suppose."

"You were never too concerned with that, Lord Jones. May I ask about your companion?"

"Oh yes. This is Captain Jack Harkness. He's accompanying me for the day and to make sure I don't strangle any reporters."

Jack took Ianto's lead and bowed. Griphook let out the sharp toothed smile before reaching into the drawer. He held an ornate ring. Ianto walked over to him.

"Is this the one you mentioned in your letter?"

Ianto face flushed slightly but he nodded.

"I trust you have enacted my instructions accordingly."

"Always, Lord Jones, always."

"Much obliged, Griphook."

Jack watched as the two pulled away. Ianto looked at the signet ring and sighed.

"I don't want to do this Jack," he bit his lip and looked down. Nervousness and fear showed on his face.

"It'll be okay, Yan. I promise."

Ianto bit his lip before shyly taking Jack's hand. It was a sweet almost schoolboy gesture. Jack allowed a soft smile to grace his face before holding his hand tight.

"I'll protect you, Ianto Jones. I promise you that."

"Thanks, Jack."

The couple shared a gentle smile. Ianto turned to Griphook and bowed.

"May your gold pile high as well the bodies of your enemies, Griphook."

"The same to you, Lord Jones. I shall await for word of your press conference."

Ianto laughed and waved. Jack followed Ianto out of the bank and back into the street.

"Where are we going?"

"To the Ministry of Magic, Jack."

Jack quietly grabbed the Torchwood tea-boy from behind. Both not used to public displays of affection. The dance in the street was the furthest they went until this. Ianto silently closed his eyes. He felt Jack's heart beat against his back. He shut his eyes feeling the weariness that he associated with his past drift over him.

"Ianto I promised that I would protect you. I have no intentions on backing out on this promise."

Ianto smiled softly.

"Thanks Jack. I think I needed to hear that."

"No problem, Yan. Now let's get you to that press conference okay?"

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"This is a phone box, Ianto."

"Jack you're from the future. This isn't your ordinary phone box."

"Your ministry is in the phone box?" Jack teased lightly. After travelling with the Doctor nothing would surprise him at that point.

Ianto rolled his eyes and grabbed Jack's hand. He pulled the Captain into the phone box and dialed a number.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state name and nature of visit," a cool female voice drifted from the phone.

"Ianto Jones and Captain Jack Harkness, Press Conference."

Two clinks were heard in the change slot. The phone booth began to descend.

"Enjoy your visit to the Ministry of Magic."

Ianto took out the badges and handed Jack his.

"Ready for the wolves?"

"You have to be exaggerating."

"I wish."

They stepped out into a bustling crowd of workers. Jack was amazed and slightly nauseated.

But that always seemed to happen when he entered some type of government building. He thinks that it's some kind of subconscious thing stemming from the Time Agency. If it did stem from that, he really wouldn't be all that surprised.

He watched as Ianto stood a bit straighter. His eyes took a guarded look around the place. He walked to a bustling area full of reporters and several pompous officials. He let the glamour fall from his scar.

"That's him! It's Harry Potter!" a voice from the crowd shouted. A silence fell over the crowd as Ianto smartly walked up with Jack behind him. His face became stoic as he climbed the stairs to take his place besides the Minister.

"Minister Bones, you look well." He greeted with a small smile. A severe looking gray haired woman with sharp dark blue eyes clothed in a dark blue robe.

"Lord Potter, it's good to see as well and Welsh."

Ianto let a smirk cracked through. "Yes well…shall we get this over with?"

"Most likely lad. I'm still a bit sore that you would not join the Auror force."

"I have a good job now ma'am. I'm quite happy."

"Time to go face the hounds eh?" said Minister Bones.

"Let's just get this whole affair over with."

The Minister sat down and Jack quickly joined her. She scrutinized him.

"You are a friend of Potter's?"

"Yes ma'am. Though I know him as Ianto Jones."

The Minister let a small smile crack through. She held out her hand.

"Amelia Bones, Minister of Magic."

Jack took the hand and shook it firmly.

"Captain Jack Harkness, Torchwood."

The Minister raised her eyebrow and chuckled. Jack was about to ask her why she was laughing when Ianto's voice filled the room.

"Good morning ladies and gentleman of the press. I am going to make a brief statement after which I will answer your questions."

The silence in the room seemed to grow more intense with each passing moment.

"Destiny has been laid before me since I was a child. A prophecy in which I am still not a hundred percent sold on years later. You celebrated my parents' death, my mother's sacrifice, and placed a baby barely a year and a half on a pedestal that was going to give way one day. You dumped me at the hands of people who hated me and who convinced me that I was worthless. While your children remained protected and loved every night. I slept in a cupboard with a list of chores a foot long and barely anything to eat."

Ianto paused and tried to reign in his anger. Jack's blue eyes were ablaze and he was definitely going to do bad things to the Dursley's when he gets his hands on them.

"I was not a savior when I came into your world. I was a boy, a child and all I needed was love, acceptance. I could have gone the way of Riddle during the war. I could've become this powerful, vile, horrible shell of a man. I wanted too after the death of my godfather and Cedric. Dark Magic does not come from magic itself but from the darkness of the soul. My soul was spotted and unclean. It grew more and more as I learned to kill, to fight, to be your savior, to be your perfect weapon. Still you all swayed and ebbed with fear."

Ianto closed his eyes.

"There is a path mainly people must choose between what is right and what is easy. Until it was shoved in your face you choose what was easy. And after I struggled with myself for years, after I made sure that son of bitch was dust. I defeated him. But I still lost…I lost my friends, my last link to my parents, and I lost the man I loved with all my heart at the time. We won but I hated every single one of you. I knew the moment I did something wrong or the moment I messed I would discarded. Until you needed me again…"

Ianto took a shaky breath. He opened his eyes to the crowd full of shameful faces. He spoke with a deep conviction words he had been waiting to

"Harry Potter is dead. He's not coming back. You used and abused your savior. I cannot do this again. I am Ianto Jones, tea-boy and archivist. I have a life that you will all scoff at. Say it's not worthy for a Lord of the Wizarding, for the Man Who Defeated… But I wouldn't give it up for anything in the world. For the simple fact that I am accepted for myself. Stupid mistakes, awkward moments, highs and lows…they all accept me for Ianto Jones, for Harry Potter, for both my past and present. Thank you. I will now take questions."

The spell that was held over the crowd broke.

"You in the blue dress robe."

A pretty, petite witch stood.

"Lord Jones! Maria Skylar for The Daily Prophet, where do you work for now?"

"I cannot answer that question due to the top secret nature of my work with the government. You have a problem with it then take it up with the Queen. You, sir, in the deep green robe…"

"Derek Jacobs for Crystal Ball Monthly, Lord Jones do you hold the Wizarding World accountable for your abusive childhood?"

"Yes, I do. People should have been by to check on me. Frankly I am appalled by the state of child welfare in the system. The young witch in the pink dress robe."

"Jade Gareth from Witch Weekly, Are you seeing anyone currently?"

Ianto chuckled a tiny bit at that.

"Currently I am in a relationship with a wonderful man that I hope will stick around for years to come. One more question, you in the orange robe."

A willowy blonde with blue eyes stood up and smiled at Ianto. He grinned at her.

"Ah Miss Luna Lovegood what's your question poppet?"

"You stole my reporter demeanor, Ianto."

"Sorry, Lu. We can start again if you want."

Jack had to stop from cackling at the shocked expressions on the faces of the reporters.

"No no it's alright, Ianto. Luna Lovegood from The Quibbler, Lord Jones what do you think of the new legislation under consideration for more rights for Dark Creatures."

"Pass it. The Wizarding World needs to get over its prejudices and catch up to the rest of the world. I would like to quote a friend, 'The twenty first century is when everything changes'. Thank you for your time."

With a shaky breath of relief, Ianto stepped down from the podium.

"I am so glad that is over."

"You and me both…c'mon Yan, let's get you home."

Before they could leave a spell whizzed by Ianto's ear. Screams of panic erupted from the crowd. Ianto turned around his wand brandished as he stared down a white mask of a Death Eater.

"This is for my brother, Potter."

"Didn't we just go over this?" Ianto mumbled and he vaguely wondered why fate hated him so much.

"Rastaban! How lovely to see you again!" He greeted cheerily.

"Prepare to die!"

"You wish!"

A fight broke out between the two. Spells were flung back and forth. Some Light, some dark, and some in that hard to define area were thrown about with little care. Jack silently pulled out his gun and took aim at the dark wizard, who noticed it and shouted out a spell. Then Jack's world went dark…

Ianto stared in open shock. He shut his eyes but his temper came out in full force.

He. Hurt. Jack.

He. Hurt. Jack.

THAT MISERABLE SON OF BITCH HURT HIS CAPTAIN!

Rastaban Lestrange was going down.

Ianto turned around his magic sending out ripples through the Ministry. His eyes turned the purest green as he turned around.

"I, Lord Ianto Jones formerly known as Harry Potter, invoke the right of Article 10 subsection 23 of the Pureblood Code in order to exact revenge on Rastaban Lestrange. He hurt my life mate and he must pay."

Amelia Bones, Minister of Magic, grinned.

"So mote it be."

Ianto sent out a wave of pure green magic toward the man, who honestly doesn't have a chance. Jack, who came to, looked at scene and in his slight addled mind thought about the old stories of angels his mother used to tell him.

After all who else could that beautiful creature fighting for him in a wave of green fury and pale skin be but an angel?

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Luna Lovegood watched the fight with a semi interest. She then looked off and smiled.

Things were going to get interesting…

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In the Department of Mysteries
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The Veil of Death fluttered in the invisible wind. The magic that rippled around it felt familiar. The Veil came to a standstill before whipping about again. Two male forms were tossed from the black depths of the mysterious object.

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin lay side by side unaware of what exactly was taking place in the building.

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