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

Spoilers: For the most part this chapter will lead up until Cyberwoman. However the main bulk of the story will take place after Cyberwoman. This will obviously be AU. Chapter 15 is ignoring the episode Captain Jack Harkness.

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 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: Hey guys. I had my first final today (French) and I'm pretty sure I had an epic fail. But whatever. So now I bring you an explanation chapter. It's tedious I know but I promise it not like Ianto's life story. I promise! So enjoy the chapter and that's pretty much it.

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"Me? I've had so many names... Old names that only the wind and the trees can pronounce. I am the mountain, the forest and the earth. I am... I am a faun. Your most humble servant, Your Highness." –Faun Pan's Labyrinth

"Change is not necessary to life-it is life." –Alvin Toffler

Chapter 25
Very Nearly True
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Hathor came up a couple minutes later. Her mouth was a bloody mess. Her black eyes turned onto Ianto.

"Sit him up," she growled her voice slightly warped, a mix of a guttural animal and her normal voice. The tea-boy sat up the doctor. Jack had moved to comfort Tosh, who was sobbing into his coat. Martha watched with sick fascination. She was curious as to how any sort of transformation process worked. However, this was her friend and colleague that this was happening to.

Hathor licked Owen's neck watching as the vampire saliva healed up the wound. She then turned to her wrist and savagely bit down on it successfully severing the veins. She put the bloody wrist to the nearly dead doctor's mouth.

"C'mon," she whispered to him, "drink!"

Ianto gently tipped Owen's head back and rubbed his throat to get him started on swallowing. Everyone watched as Owen took a couple gulps before his eyes flew open. He sat up on his own accord and grabbed the older vampires arm. His eyes slowly turned a pure black as he sucked on Hathor's wrist.

The vampire pulled away said wrist a couple seconds later. Owen blinked up at her with bleary confusion. Everyone watched in fascination as Hathor put two of her fingers to the center of his forehead and murmured something under her breath. The doctor sagged into Ianto's arms.

Tosh broke free from Jack's embrace and ran to Owen. She gently took his hand.

"Is he going to be okay?"

The vampire looked up her teeth and eyes back to normal. Blood was still on her lips but she gave a small nod.

"He's going to be fine. I just told him to sleep it off. He'll be out for about an hour or so. We need to get him somewhere familiar. And I need to get some food. I think I miscalculated how much I gave."

Ianto looked up at that worry for both of his friends clear in his blue eyes. Jack kneeled down and picked up Owen's limp form with ease.

"We'll get him to the car. Ianto, help your friend. Gwen, Tosh, you'll be riding in the back with Owen."

A grateful smile was his reward as Ianto ran over to the weak vampire and helped her up. Gwen almost looked ready to protest but Martha grabbed her elbow and led her away. Tosh was following Jack gripping onto Owen's hand like it was her last lifeline. The Captain smiled at Tosh and pressed a kiss to her hair.

"He'll be fine. He's too stubborn."

Tosh gave a watery laugh.

"He better be. He owes me a date."

Jack raised his eyebrow before shaking his head. He let the girls get in first before gently laying the doctor on their laps. Tosh gently ran her hands through Owen's hair.

"Just hold onto him alright? I'll try to drive slowly."

Each woman gave a tearful nod happy that Owen was alive and scared of what would happen next. Ianto walked over to them. Hathor easily lifted in his arms. Her tan form curled up in Ianto's arms. Her eyes half shut.

"Can you open the passenger door, Jack?"

The Captain nodded and opened the door. Ianto, still holding Hathor, climbed into the car and righted the girl in his lap. He held up his wrist to her mouth and the woman latched on gratefully drinking from his wrist. Ianto gently stroked her hair.

"Is she going to be okay?" asked Martha trying to help in any way she could. Ianto smiled gently.

"Turning takes a lot out of the two people involved. It's a good thing I'm one of Hathor's donors."

"Donors?" asked the mocha colored girl who was obviously trying to keep her mind off of what happened. Obviously trying to keep her mind off of a death that would have rocked their worlds. The male doctor would not be out of any of their sights for a long time.

"It'll be explained when we get back to the Hub."

"Wait she's coming with us?" groused Gwen. Hathor unlatched from Ianto's wrist and licked the wound shut. She turned her dark brown eyes onto Gwen.

"She has a name, luv, and seeing as how I just saved your friend from being worm chow I do have the right to make sure that my fledge is safe. He needs someone to teach him our ways. Better yet you all will need to know what to expect over the next few months."

Ianto sighed, "Hathor? Sweetheart? Please play nice with my co-workers."

"Only if they play nice with my first, darling," murmured Hathor. The younger man rolled his eyes. He looked at the packed car with Owen lying on top of girls with Hathor in his arms and Jack driving like a semi crazed maniac instead of a 'holy shit protect your children' crazed maniac. He sighed and question with a deadpanned expression on his face,

"Is it me or is anyone else suddenly taken back to their Uni days?"

Silence for a few moments and Ianto wondered if maybe that comment was slightly inappropriate to the situation. He knew that Owen would be fine but the others never saw a vampire transformation before. So maybe he should have kept the comments to himself.

And then Tosh laughed. It was her first break from crying and concern. She laughed as she gently stroked Owen's face.

Gwen followed next giggling as she held her ex-lover's hand. Tears kept coming down her eyes. Martha followed giggling as she watched her patient with the concern and heart of a fantastic doctor. Jack even cracked a smile and Hathor's laughter sent waves throughout his chest.

"Oi! Keep it quiet, some o'us are tryin' to get some bleedin' sleep," grumbled a tired male voice. Everyone was quiet as Owen drifted off again.

The drive back to the Hub was done in a relieved silence.

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Jack quietly set Owen down on the sofa. Ianto placed their vampiric guest in a chair as he went over to get Owen more comfortable.

"Gwen, can you grab the blankets? They're under the coffee machine."

Gwen ran to grab the blankets and Ianto gently took off Owen's shoes. He pulled back the bloody shirt and was relieved to see that the vampire blood had healed up the wound nicely.

"Lift up his back," commanded Hathor still looking a bit peaky and tired from her part in the change. Ianto nodded at his former mentor and friend before lifting up Owen gently exposing his back. He was suddenly thankfully for Owen's ability to sleep like…well like the dead. There really had to be something else to describe deep sleep other than death, babies, and logs. He heard gasps from around the room.

They had a right to be doing the gasping too. On Owen's pale skin bloomed black markings almost like a tattoo that twisted and twirled around of his nape of his neck down to the small of his back almost like a dance. It was beautiful and amazing as the patterns became more detailed.

Hathor nodded in satisfaction. "The transformation took."

Ianto smiled before putting Owen back down gently. He took the blanket from Gwen and covered the doctor up. He vacated the spot only to have Tosh take it up nary a moment later. Owen's hand held tightly in hers as she sat by him protectively.

The vampire looked at them before speaking, "I suppose you would want to do an interview or something of the sort. Am I correct?"

"Something like that," answered Jack as he watched his medic sleep. Hathor sighed before looking at him.

"He deserves an explanation first. This is happening to him, Captain Harkness."

"Damn, I knew that when there's a beautiful girl offerin' you a choice between life and death you should really look at the fine print."

"Owen!" said Tosh happily as she hugged him tightly. Owen awkwardly hugged her back. Tosh blushingly relinquished her grip on him. Owen righted himself properly. He looked around the room.

"So what happened?"

Hathor, who had only turned four or five people, always found that the direct approach better rather than the subtle, mystical approach of her kinsmen looked at Owen with a smile before saying,

"Well mate, you're a vampire. Nosferatu, bloodsucker, night-stalker, whatever you choose to call yourself that's fine by me. My friend you will drink blood, stay your current age, and be damn hard to kill. I don't know how to make it anymore clearer than that. So I'll reiterate my first statement: You. Are. A. Vampire."

Ianto slapped his forehead. Jack looked torn between bursting into laughter and reprimanding Hathor for being so blunt. Gwen looked shock and appalled at the handling of the situation. Martha shook her head and muttered something under her breath. Tosh's eyes got marginally wider. Owen nodded before asking.

"Can I still have sex?"

Hathor stared at her newest fledge before laughing brightly.

"Honey, of course you can."

"I know this sounds really, really pathetic but does it shock anyone that I'm not all that surprised?" asked Owen with a sigh as he buried his face into his hands.

"Not really," answered Ianto, "maybe we should continue this in the conference room?"

"You all get there and wait for us. I need to speak with Owen first. Yan could you grab us a couple of beers?"

The teaboy nodded before herding everyone up to the conference room. He whispered to them through the com link as he ushered them out.

"It's tradition for sire and fledge to spend some time together after the change. She'll answer his questions and then after he's satisfied yours."

"Why?" questioned Gwen. She wanted to know what was going on right now. She wanted to know what had happened to Owen.

Ianto was tired. He felt like he needed a shower. He saw someone that he considered a friend nearly die at the hands of a psycho. In a couple hours, he would be fielding calls from angry governmental people. He was only realizing that he had some of Owen's blood on his suit. All he really wanted to do right now was leave the whole business till morning and take Jack home for some well deserved rest.

All this meant that he was not in the mood to be questioned at something that he knew that he grew up with. He really wasn't. His eyes grew cold and he snapped at Gwen harshly.

"Gwen for once in your life just do as you're told! This is sacred between vampires. We have no right. You have no right to question it. So just go up to the conference room while I get them their drinks."

Gwen opened her mouth again but Jack took over the situation and led the girls up to the room. Ianto sighed and went to go grab a six pack from the fridge.

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Hathor cracked open two of the bottles and passed one to Owen after Ianto disappeared to give them their privacy. He drank half the bottle in one go. The older vampire chuckled under her breath. The doctor sighed and glanced at the woman next to him,

"So I'm a vampire huh?"

"Yep. We call our vampirism 'the gift of Lilith.' You know just in case you're in polite company."

Owen looked at the woman next to him who was drinking her beer and looking just like any other girl. It was both amazing and scary at the same time.

"How…how did you get there?"

Hathor sighed, "Ianto called me. Our friend had a vision of you dying that ended in your death. Then she had another one of you dying but being turned at the last moment."

"Couldn't tea-boy warn us?" groused Owen unhappy that Ianto was keeping secrets.

"He had no clue what Luna was talking about. She likes to make her messages cryptic for him. But this has to be better instead of ending up on your autopsy table."

Owen decided that this was better than ending up on his own table and took another swig of his beer.

"How are we doing this?"

"What?"

"Drinking beer?"

"Always curious about the scientific stuff aren't you?"

"Well I am a genius."

Hathor looked at him for a couple moments before her lips quirked up. She let out a burst of laughter.

"I think I like you, Owen Harper."

She licked her lips for a moment. Owen looked forward.

"Why do I still feel normal? Why haven't I gone insane and killed everyone? Why do I still feel like me? I thought vampires were supposed to be super powerful."

"You're still you. You're just something different. Lilith's gift anchors the soul with the body and mind. Unless you're really really twisted then you're not going to go insane and kill everyone. You're a doctor right?"

Owen nodded before taking a swig of his beer.

"Well you've built up a tolerance to being around blood. I just advise to have someone else in the room with you if you're stitching up a wound or something. Because of your human tolerance it shouldn't take you more than a month or two to retrain your body around it. As for feeling super powerful? That develops in order for your body to get adjusted to it. You'll be a bit stronger and quicker than normal but as the months pass it will grow. That's why I'm here to help you through it."

The doctor sighed, "My life is so fucked up."

Hathor smiled sadly and placed her hand on his in a gentle gesture.

"Honey I've been around for a long time. I can tell you life and un-life will always be fucked up."

"How long is that?" asked Owen looking up at her. He was curious how long that this would last.

"Doctor Harper! You never ask a lady her age! But I'll tell you if you swear not to tell anyone else?"

"Y'know Ramses the Great? He was a pharaoh in nineteenth dynasty?"

"Let's just say that I know I did. That's Ancient Egypt right?"

Hathor nodded and took a drink of her beer. She glanced at the doctor before saying,

"I was a slave for Ramses the Great about three thousand years ago."

Owen did a spectacular spit-take. Hathor pounded his back gently to stop him from spluttering.

"Welcome to the ranks of the immortals, Doctor Harper."

"Holy hell…"

"Yep," agreed the vampire as she cracked open another beer. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen after a couple minutes of furious scribbling she handed Owen a list.

"These are people who can get you blood whether from blood bank or donors."

"Can't I just hunt down something cute and fluffy and kill that?"

"Animals won't do it for us. It has to be a human."

"Why?"

"Something with the hemoglobin in human's blood or at least that's what my friend told me."

Owen nodded and sighed looking at her. He leaned back into the couch.

"So donors huh?"

"People you trust that would willingly give their blood to you. Ianto's one of mine. But due to your rather hectic schedule, I say that you get yours from the blood bank. Put the blood in a mug, pop it in the microwave for two minutes on high. There's your dinner."

Owen took a swig of his beer. He looked into the bottom of the bottle for a moment as though that held all the answers.

"So…my name is Owen Anthony Harper. I work for a secret organization that fights aliens as team doctor. I like alcohol way too much. And now I'm a vampire."

Hathor watched her fledge. Owen sighed for a moment before grinning,

"It could be worse."

"How so Owen?"

"They could've used the bleeding Resurrection Gauntlet. With my luck I would've ended up a zombie."

Hathor looked at him and began to laugh.

"I know some zombies. Great fun at parties. They don't like Thriller though."

Owen stared at her for a couple moments and began to snort into his beer. Sire and fledge laughed together for a good long time. After that they lapsed into another silence, Hathor glanced at Owen before speaking,

"I wouldn't have done it, Owen, if I didn't think you could do it. That's why I asked you if you wanted to live or die."

Owen nodded, "It was kind of hazy but I guess my reason was good enough for you?"

"One of the best actually," said Hathor, "Owen you told me that you wanted to live for her. I don't know who she is but she's one lucky woman because most guys would never do that."

The newly turned vampire sighed and said, "Dunno if I'm good enough for her."

"Sweetheart, I don't know you that well. Ianto told me that you can be a right prat when you want to be. But I can promise one thing."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"That girl, whoever she is, will feel like that most special woman on the planet when you tell her that you wanted to stay here for her and only her."

A quiet descended upon the two as they both finished their drinks.

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The group looked up as the two vampires walked into the room. Owen took a seat next to Tosh. Hathor looked at Ianto and kissed his hair.

"Thanks for the blood, pet."

"It's no problem, teach."

Hathor turned to face the group.

"Alright then. You have questions. I'm the expert. Go for it."

Martha looked up curiosity shone through her eyes, "How does the change occur?"

"I can only tell you the old stories."

"That's good enough for me, for now."

"A long time ago there were the ancient vampires. Maneaters, scavengers they roamed in the darkness searching for food. They didn't look human. But for the time that was alright because humans were still developing. Until one day something fell from the sky. It had enough in it to infect one of the ancient ancestors to the vampire and that one tried to kill Lilith, the first human looking vampire."

"What happened?" questioned Tosh gently.

"The being was injured, cut, and it bled into her mouth as it ran away. One mouthful was all it took. My race was born shortly after. Lilith was lonely, so very lonely, and she began to turn those that were ill and/or dying."

"How do you know all this?" asked Jack curiously. Hathor looked down at her hands.

"I loved her. I was turned by her. God, she was gentle, kind, and beautiful so very very beautiful. The moment I saw her I just knew in my heart that I loved her. But I was lowly, unworthy to spend time in her presence. Until she requested someone of my expertise to help her."

Hathor stared ahead blankly. Her brown eyes lost in ancient memories. She shook her head from the stupor she was in.

"Any more questions?"

"What was with the butterflies?" asked Gwen quietly. She looked suitably chastised. Once they were in the room Ianto apologized for his outburst. Gwen shocked everyone by apologizing to Ianto for doubting him.

"Vampires have three methods of transport. One, which I used tonight, was called 'flocking'. Basically whatever flying animal suits your personality you can change into to go from place to place. Then there's one with just the wings which is rarely used. Don't want reports about angels coming in. That's what the symbols on our back are for."

"What symbols?" asked Owen as he glanced at his back in the mirror. He stared at the markings for a moment before grinning, "That's just wicked…and why hasn't anyone got me a shirt?"

"I'm not complaining," said Jack with a mock leer. Ianto smacked his shoulder.

"I'll go grab some scrubs from downstairs."

"Cheers, mate."

"Anytime Owen."

As Ianto left he caught Owen's eye the doctor mouthed 'thank you' and Ianto nodded before going.

"I wonder what Owen would be."

"Probably some sort of bug," joked Gwen.

"Oi! That some sort of crack, Cooper?"

"What's the third method of transportation, Hathor?" asked Tosh.

"Turning into mist. Don't worry I'll be teaching it all to Owen over the next couple months. We'll be seeing a lot of each other."

"Oh joy of joys," intoned Ianto with a bland expression as he gave Owen a scrub top. The doctor pulled it over his head.

"You love me," said Hathor with a grin. Ianto rolled his eyes.

Tosh looked at Owen shyly.

"I'm glad you're not dead, Owen."

"Me too, Tosh, me too."

They both shared a shy smile and in the conference room everything felt okay for once.

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H.N.: I'M NOT GONNA SEE THE BEGINNING OF TORCHWOOD SERIES 3!!! I'm gonna be a this conference during the first episode! UGH! July 20th why couldn't they have waited a couple more days?! WHY?! I'm going to go into a corner and cry now.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I got a new poll up for Owen's flying form check it out y'all!