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Imbedded Agent

Prologue

1st November 1981

"But don't worry, everything will be fine now. Happy, happy day" and with that, the obviously intoxicated Minister of Magic drunkenly stumbled (and careered off the furniture) into the fireplace leaving behind a dismayed and appalled Prime Minister. He was loathed to admit it, but meetings with that imbecile often left him in this state but somehow this latest announcement about their secret war was worse than all the others.

For the last decade or so, a hidden sect in the British Isles had been fighting a civil war. The problem was that it hadn't stayed hidden for long. No, on the contrary it had been highly visible to anyone with half a brain and trying to cover it up was as frustrating as dealing with UNIT's scientifical advisor. Not that the wizards helped of course, if anything they had made it worse. A gas leak. Due to them, he had to field dozens of questions from the opposition about the state of the gas lines in Britain and more perplexingly, as to why they were causing explosions when the nearest gas line was miles away. He had spent hours imploring to the Moron of Magic (which was what he had taken to calling him in his head) to let them do the explanations but he had been refused with him always saying they were professionals (and with him often replying that they were incompetent). No matter what the Minister or UNIT said, he was sure that they were responsible for the dinosaur incident.

What made it worse was that in every weekly meeting, he was constantly treated like a child who didn't know what he was doing. That the Minister seemed to think that he could be swayed by false platitudes and hearing that they were fighting to protect the "muggles"- a racial slur if ever he heard one – was infuriating. He was in the right mind to find the entrance of the "wizarding world" and send in the Special Air Service just to show them that they weren't hopeless in protecting themselves. Despite what was said, it was clear that they were losing and he had little doubt that once they had won in their world they would then attempt to take control over the rest of the country, and he was dammed if they was going to go down with such a whimper as their magical counterparts had. So he had put the military on standby (with the excuse of that they were helping fight the IRA), he had ordered firearms training for select law enforcement, he had alerted UNIT about the situation and his feelings of them and perhaps most controversial, he had told Torchwood.

He had to admit, hearing that they already knew about the situation was surprising. What was even more surprising was finding out that the magical world was partially responsible for the founding of Britain's darkest and most off the books (hell, even he wasn't supposed to know about them) intelligence agency. Together, in what was one of the the largest cooperative operations since the second world war, they came up with a plan for the inevitable war. But now it wasn't needed. Somehow the war was apparently over. If he wasn't sure that there was no way for the magicals to have found out about the plan, then he would say it was just a bluff. No, he was sure it wasn't, there was no way they could have found out, he had made sure not to talk about the plan in front of that abominable painting (he was toying with the either moving office, applying paint striper to it or just knocking down the wall to get rid of it). What made how the war had ended more unbelievable was who the wizards were suggesting ended it. A child. Hell, not even a child, a toddler at best. It was laughable. Just wringing it out of the drunk fool was like getting blood out of a stone but apparently the terrorist leader, a Mr Y.K. Who (that was all he could get out of the man but he had to pity the psychopath if his name was really You Know Who, just think of all the jokes he would have had to endure) went on a recruitment drive and ended up dead. But he wasn't killed by James Potter, who was a "Hitwizard" (if the job was anything like a "Hitman" than he would have been sure it would have been him), or his wife Lily Potter, an "Unspeakable" (from what he could gather they were a lot like Torchwood) but instead he was killed by the son Harry, the aforementioned toddler. He was calling Bullshit on that.

The war might have ended (he was still doubting it a bit) but he had a feeling that the magical world wouldn't learn from it, So because of this, he was going to add Operation MORON to the emergency protocols and authorise the start of the best-case scenario.

The best-case scenario was cooked up between Torchwood and himself as plan in the off chance that MORON wasn't needed. It called for an operative to be placed into the wizarding world however due to the trouble of not knowing where the entrance was, it had been decided that the only way for it to happen was for operative to be a child. Which opened up a whole new kettle of fish. It wasn't likely that they would get a parent to allow their child to do it (and he had refused to allow Torchwood the power to blackmail or kidnap anyone) so it would have to be an orphan. Ideally it would be great to have Harry Potter but no matter how idiotic the wizards were, there was no hope in hell of being able of getting to him so he tasked Torchwood to find a resourceful orphan and to train him so they would have an early warning system for the next time this happened. He then needed to destroy any paper trail as no matter what way he looked at it, if this got out he would be lucky to avoid a jail cell. The last thing he did was to chose who would be the best person to put in charge of the plan. He didn't full trust the London based team and what better place would there be to train someone than Cardiff with all the craziness that goes on there. Yes, Captain Harkness would be best.

Little did he Know that he had just threw a massive spanner into the plans of a meddlesome headmaster.