Author's note: I'd like to apologize if any caharacters are out of character in this chapter. I struggled to correctly portray Jack.

Chapter 3

Harry stared at the man who introduced himself as Captain Jack Harkness for a second before shaking the offered hand.

"Harry," he said, not giving a last name in case Jack knew of the wizarding world. "But I think the librarians already told you that."

Jack held the handshake for a few seconds longer than necessary before releasing Harry's hand. The captain looked at him like he had just had a suspicion confirmed.

Harry was debating making a run to the back emergency exit just a few feet away from him when Jack once again smiled.

"Could I take you out to lunch?" Jack asked.

"Thanks for the offer, sir," Harry said. "But I'm pretty sure that you're too old for me."

Jack laughed at Harry's words before he was shushed by the librarians.

"You have no idea, kid," Jack said. "But it's not a date. I just noticed that someone in this library has been looking in to classified information and it seems to be you. I thought that you might want to talk about it."

Harry once again pulled back into his pile of books. If this man was from the government it would be a bad day for Harry. It didn't look like he would be able to escape either. The man was taller and more athletically built than Harry was. If it ended in a chase, he didn't think he would win.

"What place did you have in mind for lunch?" Harry finally asked.

In the next ten minutes, Harry found himself sitting in a small, comfortable diner. The place was nearly empty. Harry and Jack sat in a booth near the back looking at their menus with an almost awkward silence between them. A television on the wall behind them was displaying a debate between Harold Saxon and his political opponent. The opponent was losing by a lot and seemed to just be agreeing with Saxon's points. The election in about a year would be won by a landslide.

Harry noticed how carefree Jack seemed on the surface. He was slouched slightly to one side and was examining his menu as if nothing else in the world mattered for that moment. Harry could not claim the same thing about himself. He had been glancing between Captain Harkness and the door since they entered. Harry still felt a sense of wrongness even just being in the man's presence, but it wasn't as noticeable as when he first saw him.

"Um, sir," Harry said.

"Let's not talk about the serious stuff just yet," Jack cut him off. "I don't want it to spoil our lunch if something goes wrong."

They both fell quiet once again until a waitress arrived to take their orders. Harry said that he wasn't ordering anything because he didn't have any money. Jack informed the waitress that he was paying for both of them. Harry's protests to the contrary fell on deaf ears as Jack ordered each of them a meal.

Harry picked at his food when it arrived. Being in an unfamiliar situation with a stranger tends to kill one's appetite.

Jack was not having the same problem.

All too soon, the waitress came back to collect Jack's empty plate. She left Harry's where it was and laid the bill on the table with the instructions to pay at the register when they were ready.

"So," Jack finally began to bring up the reason he had contacted Harry. "How long have you been working with computers? You did a lot to one of the ones in the library."

"Just this summer," Harry picked up a soggy chip with a small shrug. "It really wasn't that difficult to work on after I figured out what I was looking at. I really didn't do that much. Just enough to make it usable for a bit of research."

"What you did to that computer is ahead of anything currently on the market," Jack said.

Harry said nothing in return, so Jack continued on.

"Why were you doing research online? Doesn't a kid your age have better things to do with their summer vacation?"

"It's a small library," Harry once again tried to put forth an air of nonchalance. "I've already read through the books that they had on what I was researching."

"So, a kid goes into a library during his summer vacation, reads all of the books that they have on a given topic, makes major changes to a computer, and looks into aliens and advanced biology?" Jack said in a way that made Harry unsure if he was asking him to confirm what he said or was just stating facts.

"Yes?"

"Why?" Jack's question was unsurprising.

"Well," Harry tried to come up with a convincing lie on the spot. "My family really likes to watch the telly. I mean, they watch it all the time and barely do anything else. I don't like it all that much. But at the beginning of summer holiday, I wanted to spend some time with them so I sat with them and watched a few things. They were watching a couple of documentaries back to back and I wanted to learn more about the topics that they were on so I came to the library and started doing some research. I guess one thing just led to another."

Jack nodded but Harry was fairly certain that he didn't entirely believe him. Jack was staring at Harry as if he were weighing his options before making a large decision.

"How about you come with me and I can provide you with some answers to your research questions that you won't find in a public library?" Jack offered.

Harry's initial reaction was to find a way out of going with Jack. The initial words of denial died before they reached his lips though. Jack could give him the answers he had been looking for. Maybe he could finally find out what had happened to him. But was the risk of going with someone he had just met worth the answers Harry was seeking? For once, Harry's survival instinct won over his curiosity. He had to find a way out.

"I'm not sure that my family would be too happy about me suddenly leaving," that was an even bigger lie than Harry's explanation for his research. The Dursleys would be more than happy to get rid of Harry nearly an entire week early. "They might worry."

"We'll stop by your house first and let them know where you're going, of course," Jack said. "We'd just hate to make them worry."

Harry nodded, seeing no other options at that point but to agree.

"I'll go and pay for the meal and we'll head to your house after that," seeing Harry once again nodd, Jack turned his back to the teen to walk to the register and pay.

Harry took that as his sign to leave. He slipped away from the table and tried to walk to the door without drawing attention to himself. Once he was out of the door, Harry took off towards Number 4 Privet Drive.

Harry ran faster than he ever had before. He reached the house and barreled through the door and up the stairs to his room.

Harry pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and quickly scribbled down a note.

Sirius,

I need you to come and get me right now. I don't have time to explain.

-Harry

"Hedwig," Harry called to his snowy owl.

She hooted in disapproval of being woke up but flew over to her wizard when he saw how distressed he looked.

"Do you remember my godfather?" Harry asked the bird. "Sirius Black. I need you to take this note straight to him, girl. He should be at St. Mungo's. Get it to him as fast as you can."

Hedwig grabbed the note with a determined hoot and flew out the window.

Harry briefly wondered how long it would take the owl to get there before the time came into his head. Even flying at top speed, Hedwig wouldn't reach the hospital before the captain would be able to find out his address from the library and make it back to Privet Drive.

Harry looked around his room for something to get him out of the situation that he was in. He couldn't leave the house or Sirius would take longer to find him, but all that Jack would have to do was pose as a government official and Aunt Petunia would tell him that Harry was in the house. Heck, Aunt Petunia would probably tell Jack where Harry was at without him even having to impersonate an officer.

Harry's frantic search around the room ended with him locating his invisibility cloak. Harry cursed, in a language he shouldn't know, both for not keeping the cloak on him and not thinking of it earlier. He decided then that he would keep it on him at all times from then on.

Harry grabbed his wand, pulled the cloak over himself, and sat in the corner for around fifteen minutes, waiting for the knock at the door that he was sure to come. The inactivity was frustrating, but Harry knew that it was the best option.

The knock sounded seventeen minutes after Harry had begun hiding under his invisibility cloak. From what Harry could hear, Jack was doing exactly what Harry had anticipated and Aunt Petunia was giving the man exactly the information that he wanted.

"What did the boy do this time?" Harry could make out Petunia saying.

"Nothing bad," Harry recognized the voice of the captain. "I just talked to him in the local library. He has a gift,"

"Whatever freakishness he did is not associated with us," Petunia cut him off.

"I was going to say that he has a gift with technology," Jack said.

Harry sat as still as possible. Aunt Petunia had informed Jack where Harry was at after he had spun a story about scholarships and government property. Harry heard the captain walking up the stairs. He gripped his wand tighter but hoped that it wouldn't come to using it.

Harry had left the door slightly cracked to make his room look less like someone was hiding in it. Through the crack, Harry could see Jack approaching.

The door swung open without even making a squeak. Harry tried not to breathe as worry shot through his hearts. His wand warmed slightly in his hand in response.

"Harry?" Jack asked, waiting to hear a response before walking into the small room. When no such response came, he entered without it.

Jack looked around the room. His eyes drifted over Harry's hiding spot without giving it a second thought. Harry wanted to sigh in relief but managed to contain himself.

"His Aunt said he was up here," Jack walked over to the window to check and see if Harry might have climbed out of the second story window to escape. He paused while examining the place that Harry knew the bars were attached the summer before. Seeing nothing suggesting the window was an escape route, Jack turned his attention back to the inside of the room.

"I'm going to assume that you're hiding in here somewhere," Jack said. "I just want you to know that I do just want to help you."

The words didn't inspire Harry to come out of hiding.

Jack walked over to Harry's bed and seemed to pick something off of the pillow.

"I'm going to leave this cell phone on your desk here," Jack sat down a small device on the desk. "You can do what you want with it. Also, it has my number in it. If you need anything, call me."

Jack left the room after taking one last look around. Harry heard him tell his Aunt that he would keep in touch about the scholarship. Aunt Petunia tried to convince him that Harry wouldn't be good enough for it and Jack should instead look at what her little Dudley could do. Jack somehow managed to get out of hearing about Dudley's "great accomplishments" and get out of the door.

Harry waited until he was sure Jack was gone before he came out from under the cloak. After folding the magical piece of fabric up and laying it on his bed, Harry went over to examine the mobile phone on his small desk.

The phone was a small flip phone with a camera on it. Harry flipped it open and saw that it revealed the time and date on top of the watery looking background. Harry messed around with it until he found the contact list. It only had one entry. The name "Jack Harkness" was highlighted blue. Harry knew that if he pressed the green button, it would call the man.

Harry flipped the phone shut and began examining the outside of it. He figured that Jack could probably use it to track him. He'd have to find a way to make sure that that wouldn't happen. Harry spent the next few hours messing with and making small changes to the phone. He wished that he had access to his computer in the library but knew that it wouldn't be a good idea to go back there.

When Harry had almost finished altering the mobile, he heard a commotion downstairs.

"Let me in or Merlin help me, Petunia," Sirius' growling voice could be heard throughout the house.

"I won't have anymore freaks in my house," Petunia was just as loud.

Harry grabbed his wand and shoved the phone in his pocket before running downstairs to break the two very different people apart before a fight could start.

"Sirius!" Harry shouted.

Sirius pushed past Petunia upon hearing his godson's voice. That allowed Harry to get his first good look at the man since the night that they had met.

St. Mungo's had really worked wonders with the man. Gone was the skeletal face and the wild matted hair. Sirius now looked like the aristocratic lord that he was. Harry could imagine Sirius as being a flirtatious prankster. The man honestly looked good. Or at least his face looked good, his clothing choice was another matter entirely. Sirius was wearing a pair of dark jeans. He, however ruined his entire look with the fact that he had a hospital gown tucked into those jeans. Not even the leather jacket that he wore overtop of the gown could save his look.

"You didn't break out of St. Mungo's," Harry asked hesitantly. "Did you?"

Sirius' barking laughter filled to room.

"No Pup," Sirius said. "One time breaking out of somewhere was enough for me."

Harry smiled and led Sirius up to his room.

"Are you ok?" Sirius asked after Harry motioned for him to sit on the bed.

"I think so," Harry told Sirius as much as he could without mentioning the change that happened in the forest.

Sirius took it all in without much hesitation.

"Well," Sirius said. "Even though you're not in mortal danger anymore, I still managed to convince the healers to let me out a week early. Do you want to come and live with me now? I mean, you're still able to wait. My family home is going to need a lot of cleaning and,"

"Going now sounds great," Harry cut Sirius' ramblings off before he could go any farther. "Let me just get my things and tell Aunt Petunia that I'm leaving."

"You don't want to wait for your uncle and cousin to return home to say goodbye to them?" Sirius asked.

"No," Harry said without even pausing. "They won't miss me."

Within the next thirty minutes, Harry and Sirius arrived at a house that Sirius told Harry was called Number 12, Grimmauld Place. The house was, as Sirius had earlier mentioned, very dirty.

An old house elf met the two of them at the door.

"Filthy blood traitor master has returned," The house elf said. "Kreacher watched him leave all those years ago saying he wouldn't come back. Bad master upset good mistress with his words. But bad master comes back. Probably brought filthy mood bloods into the ancient house of Black."

Here Kreacher turned his attention to Harry. Whatever foul things that Kreacher was going to say we're never heard though. Upon looking at Harry, the small creacher shrieked in fear and disappeared with a pop.

"He always was a strange house elf," Sirius said. "Sorry about how awful this place is. We'll only stay here until we find somewhere else."

"It's fine," Harry said.

The two cleaned up two rooms in the house for them to stay in until they left. When the rooms were livable they both said goodnight and turned in for the night.

That night, Harry had another dream.

He found himself in what he knew was a classroom, but it didn't look like one that he had ever been in. Swirling circular symbols floated in the air along with pictures.

"Today," a voice sounded from the center of the room. "You will learn about the different forms of time travel that other species have come up with. None of them are as advanced as ours, of course, but it is still something that you need to be aware of."

Harry looked at the pictures around the room and recognized one. It was a device that belonged on a wrist. The circular writing beside of it informed Harry that it was a vortex manipulator. Captain Jack Harkness had been wearing one.

Surprisingly, time turners weren't shown.

Harry woke up the next day with the memory from the dream still fresh in his mind. He was more determined than ever to find out the origin of time turners. He considered telling Sirius about what happened to him. His godfather might be able to help.

It would be something that Harry would have to think about.

Author's Note 2: Thank you all for reading! This chapter was difficult for me to write due to the fact that I haven't watched Torchwood. I had a lot of trouble trying to accurately portray Jack. The diner scene was originally longer, but a lot of it got cut due to Jack being so out of character.

Just wanted to let you guys know that this story is going to go on about a one month break as I update my other story. I'm not abandoning it.

Please, oh please, review. I have finals coming up, and reviews would make me happy in my time of suffering. It's also close to my birthday if that encourages you to leave a review any more than the thought of me suffering through finals did.

Thanks again for reading!

-Aniala (catz4444)