Chapter 6 - Potter Powerless
Cardiff, Wales, 2015
He spun around. This wasn't the Ministry. Something had trapped him. He spun and screamed.
The rabbit in the corner tilted its head. Something had trapped him.
His legs gave way under him, and he collapsed.
"Ah. That'll be Donnie."
Harry opened his eyes. The American voice sounded bemused. Where was he?
"Cardiff."
He pushed himself up. A field. Grass...a rabbit frozen on a verge of grass. He stared at it, perplexed. It bolted, suddenly. His eyes wandered...
Jack Harkness grinned. Harry jumped. Hand darted in for his wand. Found it, levelled it. A memory charm on the locals, then Apparate back to the Ministry. Find out what had happened. Had he Apparated here?
Obliviate!
Jack grinned again. "No can do, sport. Take his wand."
Harry looked down at his wand. Why hadn't it worked? He looked up as the American's friend strode towards him. Apparate, Apparate!
The man took the wand from him with thick leather driving gloves. He held it up, squinted.
"Bloody Hell, is this what the ponce thought we'd be scared of? Playing wizards, were we? At your age?"
Jack grinned. Harry caught the grin.
"He is a wizard, Gene. Chloroform him. Let's get him back to the cells."
Gene Hunt shrugged and reached into his overcoat. Harry suddenly realised how lost he was. Why wasn't his magic working? Who were these people? Some special Ministry branch? Some Dark rebel faction?
Gene lunged. The hankerchief smothered Harry's face and choked him. He kicked, angrily. Thrashed. Gene ignored it.
Harry felt his world slip, suddenly...
"He doesn't like wizards."
Harry coughed, spluttering. He rubbed his eyes, coughing. He swivelled to look back at his captors.
"What?"
Jack looked disapproving. "I said, he doesn't like wizards."
"Who doesn't?" Harry asked, bewildered. He wasn't in the mood for games.
Jack laughed. "You didn't know who you were hunting?"
"His name was Sylar," Harry snapped, angry.
"Sylar?" Jack looked up at Gene Hunt. Gene shrugged. He hit the comm on his earpiece. "Tom, check the files. We're looking for a 'Sylar'."
The voice buzzed in his ear. He looked back to Harry.
"What do you know by the name Donnie Darko?"
Harry shook his head.
Jack sighed. "Let's cut the chase. We know what you are, we know who you work for, and we know what you're doing. Now we want some answers. What do you know by the name Donnie Darko?"
Harry shook his head, firmly. Knew what he was? They weren't wizards! He turned his head. He'd been taught to last out torture by Dark wizards as an Auror, Muggles could hardly worry him.
Jack punched the electronic lock on the cell door. It swung open. Harry lunged, instinctively. Gene caught him around the waist and pushed him back.
Harry rolled, raising his fists and crouching. Aurors weren't just taught to use Magic to survive.
"This is Janet."
His eyes bulged. The creature the American was holding wasn't human. It wasn't anything Harry had ever seen, either.
"You have your secret dragons...we have our secret aliens," Jack shrugged. "The only difference is that we know all about your secrets."
He pushed the creature into Harry's cell. The plexiglass door swung shut and clicked as the electronic lock sealed.
"Enjoy. When you want to give us answers, just wave."
Harry looked at the creature and backpedalled. Pushed himself into the cell's corner and scrabbled for cover.
There wasn't any.
The creature rose, unsteadily, stunned. A hairless head perched ridiculously on a smooth black leather-clad body, a head dominated by a shark-like maw that opened to moan, teeth glistening with drool and sweat and hunger.
It turned beetle-like eyes on Harry. Sniffed, slit nostrils flaring. It had him.
Harry balled his fists. Covered his face. Scrunched his eyes and concentrated, focused...Apparate!
"You can't Apparate in the Hub," Jack called. He tapped his head, playfully. "Technology."
The Weevil crashed into him, snarling, jaw clamping down...