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Title: Dust in the Sky
Part: 6 of 6
Author: [ profile] batsutousai
Beta: [ profile] tsuki_no_suzu
Rating: R
Pairings: Harry Potter/Tenth Doctor (Rose/Tenth Doctor, Martha/Tenth Doctor, Jack/Ianto and Jack/Tenth Doctor)
Warnings: Slash, minor Ginny!hate, brief slash scene near the end
Summary: Sequel to Hanging by a Thread. Harry has a life to live now with a wife and children, but he can still find time for the Doctor, no matter what he looks like.

Disclaim Her: Nope.

A/N: Since a reviewer mentioned it, I thought I should let everyone know ahead of time that Ianto will not be dying. I like him too much. (And I don't care how much that fucks with canon, I'm not killing him. *sniffles and cuddles Ianto*)
As for Stephen? Well, that one I'll let you read for yourselves.



Harry was sitting at a tea shop not far from his flat when the group of UNIT trucks flashed by. The police had been going a bit crazy already that night, after a break-in at the International Gallery, and Harry wondered if this didn't have something to do with that. UNIT didn't usually get their hands dirty with thieves, big time or not, but if the culprit was an alien, they could very well have been called in.

At any rate, he had a perfectly good cup of tea and some blueberry scones to munch on, and nothing short of the Doctor himself was going to be taking Harry away from that. Not on a Sunday. Especially a Sunday he had off.

Twenty minutes later, when another convoy went by, Harry gave it a cursory glance, then did a double take. A very familiar light piece was poking out the top of the luggage on the convoy. There was only one thing in all of London that both had that light piece and which UNIT would be interested in. And that thing was the TARDIS.

Harry gulped the rest of his tea and hurried after the convoy.


They ended up near a tunnel and Harry hopped off the back of the convoy, patting the sheet covering the TARDIS fondly. Flashing his Department ID, he was directed to Captain Erisa Magambo, who was leading the operation.

"Sir!" she said, saluting him.

Harry saluted her back, smiling. "I'm off-duty, Captain, no need to salute."

Magambo nodded. "If you don't my asking, then, why are you here?"

Harry shrugged. "Saw the TARDIS on one of the convoys. Thought I'd see what sort of trouble the Doctor's gotten himself into this time."

Magambo nodded. "You know him, then?"

"Travelled with him for a time." Harry grinned. "So, what's the git up to?"

Magambo blinked at Harry's fond term for his long-time friend, but was quick to answer, all the same. "There's a wormhole just the other side of the barrier. The Doctor was on a bus that drove through it."

Harry nodded and pulled out his sonic screwdriver, which he pointed at the wormhole. "Hm. That's interesting." He considered the readings for a moment. "Other side of the universe, that. And is it..." He frowned up at the wormhole. "Is it getting bigger?"

"Yes, sir, it is."

Harry grimaced and put his sonic screwdriver away. "Yeah, beyond me," he decided, turning back to the Captain. "Have you got someone working on it?"

"Doctor Malcolm Taylor, sir. He's one of UNIT's finest."

Harry nodded. "Well then, we wait." He smiled at her. "I don't suppose you've got some tea about, have you?"

Magambo frowned at him.

Harry sighed. "Thought not."

"You don't have to stay, sir," Magambo informed him. "We've got the situation under control, and you are off-duty."

Harry nodded his head from side to side a bit. "Could do, yeah. But I've been trying to find the Doctor for almost a month now. Need to talk to him a bit. Might as well wait around here." He grinned.

"Suit yourself," Magambo said, then turned and walked away, leaving Harry to find himself somewhere out of the way to sit.


It was almost thirty minutes later that the unlucky bus flew back through the wormhole. Harry shook his head in amusement at the Doctor and his entrance, but the amusement was short-lived when a group of stingray-like aliens followed them. UNIT immediately started shooting while Doctor Taylor set about closing the wormhole.

Harry reminded himself that he was off duty and leaned back against the TARDIS, letting the UNIT troops try and shoot down the creatures. When one of them got a little too close to the bus, however, Harry shot out a Killing Curse, bringing the thing down to Earth with a resounding clang.

Harry joined the rest of the troops in clapping as the Doctor brought the bus down, but stayed next to the TARDIS, leaving Doctor Taylor and Magambo to greet the Doctor first. He snorted to himself when Taylor hugged the Doctor and told him he loved him, and again when Magambo saluted.

When the TARDIS was unveiled, Harry also stepped out. The Doctor paused for a moment, grinning, then jumped forward and grabbed Harry in a hug. "Harry Potter! I thought you were here!" He pulled away and frowned. "Did you really use the Killing Curse?"

Harry shrugged. "Works on Daleks. It's good to see you again, Doctor."

Magambo stopped next to them. "I've got three dead alien stingrays to clear up. I don't suppose either of you intend to help with the paperwork?"

"On my day off?" Harry said, grinning.

"Not a chance!" the Doctor agreed.

Magambo shook her head, looking rather like she'd expected their responses. "Until we meet again, then."

"Oh, I hope so!" the Doctor agreed and he waved as she walked off to finish gathering her men. He turned to Harry. "So, what are you doing here on your day off, then?"

"Looking for you, you git. You could have told one of us to watch out for Donna, you know." Harry frowned a bit. When the Doctor's face fell, Harry sighed and shook his head. "Oh, Doctor..."

A young woman ran up to them, smiling nervously. "Little blue box! Just like you said. Right then, off we go! Show me the stars."

"Who's she?" Harry asked, glancing at the woman curiously.

"Lady Christina de Souza," the Doctor offered, looking rather like he'd rather be anywhere but there. "And I'm not taking you with me, Christina."

"But, why not? I saved your life! And you saved mine."

"Sounds like you're even, to me," Harry commented.

"Harry," the Doctor warned, then looked back at Christina. "I'm not taking you with me."

"But... there are police all over. I'll go to prison."


"But you were right, it's not about the money, I only steal things for the adventure, and today, with you... I want more days like this. I want every day to be like this. We're made for each other, you said so yourself. The perfect team," Christina tried, looking desperate. When the Doctor didn't look moved, she asked, "Why not?"

"People have travelled with me," the Doctor said, voice tight, "and I have lost them. I've lost them all." Harry grabbed the Doctor's hand and squeezed, needing to remind the Doctor that they weren't all gone. "No more," the Doctor said, squeezing Harry's hand back.

A few cops ran over and gleefully arrested Christina. They walked her towards a car and Harry touched the Doctor's arm. "You're really going to let her go?"

The Doctor glanced at him, indecisive.

"Doctor?" another woman from the bus said. When the Doctor turned to look at her with a smile, she said, "You take care now."

"And you! Chops and gravy, lovely!" the Doctor replied.

"The things you remember about people," Harry muttered.

The woman didn't smile. "No, but you be careful. Because your song is ending, sir."

The Doctor blinked, something in his expression that Harry couldn't hope to decipher. "What do you mean?" he asked the woman.

"It is returning. It is returning through the dark. And then, Doctor... Oh, but then..." She took a deep breath. "He will knock four times."

The Doctor stared after her, haunted, and Harry shook his arm. "Doctor! What did she mean?" The Doctor said nothing. "Doctor?" Harry whispered.

The Doctor tore his eyes from where the woman had been standing and sidled around Harry to point his sonic screwdriver at Christina. He unlocked her cuffs, allowing her to escape and make a dash for the bus, which she locked herself into, smiling at the police who'd followed her.

When the Doctor got back from warning the two police to back up, Harry commented, "I think I like her."

The Doctor grinned and they stood there while Christina said goodbye, then flew off. When it looked like the two police were actually considering following through on their threat to arrest the Doctor for helping her, he gently shoved Harry into the TARDIS and drove them off, both laughing.

It didn't take long for the TARDIS to land again and a quick look at the monitor showed Harry they were outside his new flat. He frowned at the Doctor. "Why are we here?"

The Doctor looked at him for a long moment, so sad, then said, "I meant it, what I said to Christina. I'd like to travel alone for a while."

Harry smiled a bit disbelievingly and shook his head. "Alone? You never... You hate travelling alone."

The Doctor looked down at the console. "Donna almost died, Harry–"

"We all came into this knowing that was a possibility, you git!"

The Doctor shook his head. "I'd like to travel alone."

Harry stared at the down-turned head for a long moment, fury warring with pain inside him. The fury won and he said, "Fine." He turned and started for the door. "Fine. Stay by yourself and be miserable, then. I hope you rot!" He tore open the door and slammed it shut behind him.

When the Doctor didn't come after him, Harry took a ragged breath, then started off towards his flat, wishing he'd never seen the TARDIS in the coffee shop.


Life went on as usual for a couple of months. An alien popping up here, a bit of tech falling from the sky there. Harry had too much time to think back on his parting with the Doctor, and he was still torn over how he felt. He was still part angry and part hurt, but concern for his friend was also clawing its way up, finally, and he would occasionally pull out his mobile and look at the Doctor's name in his contacts. Think about calling him. Ask him if he was okay.

He never did.

Summer went by and Harry took a week off work to go with the rest of the Weasleys to a family reunion in France, where Bill and Fleur lived. He had a great time and completely forgot about work and the Doctor for the entire week. It was the first time in a long time that had happened.

On the first of September, James started primary school at the same muggle school Harry had attended as a kid. Harry and Ginny had had a long argument about whether the kids would attend a muggle school or not and Harry eventually won by reminding Ginny that James already had a group of friends in the neighbourhood and would be most upset if he couldn't go. (Getting Hermione to talk to Ginny may have helped as well, but Harry liked to think it was solely his doing.)

When Harry visited on the fifth, James couldn't stop talking about his new school. He'd even drawn himself notes – with Ginny and his teacher's help – so he wouldn't forget anything. Harry kept grinning at Ginny as if to say, 'See. I told you sending him to the school would do him some good!' Ginny just scowled each time.

When Harry got in to work on Monday, he was feeling pretty good about the world. At ten thirty, however, that wonderful feeling was smashed by a panicked phone call from Ginny.

"Harry! There's something wrong!" she said, and he could hear the most un-Earthly scream in the background.

Harry jumped out of his chair and hurried from his office, making for the nearest apparation point and waving off the people who tried to stop him on his way. "Calm down, Ginny. Tell me what's going on."

Ginny took a deep breath and said, "When James was leaving for school this morning, all three of the kids just stopped. And then they started moving again and everything was okay. And they just stopped again, only this time they've started screaming and I don't know what to do!"

Harry nodded. "I'm on my way now. Okay?"

"Okay," Ginny whispered, voice almost lost in the scream.

Harry closed his phone and took the stairs to the atrium, rather than waiting for the lift. As soon as he cleared the wards, he apparated into the kitchen. Ginny was standing in the kitchen doorway, looking terrified, while the two children were sitting at the table with their lunches half eaten.

The children had stopped screaming, but were now repeating 'we' over and over. Slowly, the 'we' became 'we are', and the 'we are' became 'we are coming'. During all of it, Harry used first his wand and then his sonic screwdriver to check the kids over, but neither device found anything wrong.

Then, as if by some silent command, they stopped talking and just stared off into space for a few seconds before reanimating, apparently continuing a conversation started before the apparent possession.

Ginny practically leapt forward and smothered them with hugs and kisses while Harry stood back and frowned, trying to get the event to make sense.

It didn't.

"Dad?" Albus asked, looking around his mother at where his father was leaning against the kitchen wall.

"Daddy!" Lily squealed and waved her arms around in her high-chair. "Daddy visit!"

Harry managed a smile and walked over to the table to pick his daughter up. He kissed her cheek and got a smooch – complete with sticky fingers – in return. "Hey, brats. Just thought I'd pop by for lunch. I'm not too late, am I?" he said, ruffling Albus' hair, which the four-year-old made a face at.

Ginny gave a fake-sounding laugh and nodded. "Oh, yeah. Dobby! Could you get Harry a sandwich?"

"Dobby would be happy to, Mistress Ginny!" Dobby called back, then snapped to work.

Harry sat down next to Albus, handing Lily to Ginny, since she looked like she needed to hold her daughter. He winked at his youngest son and said, "Don't tell James I came by, though, okay? No need to make him jealous."

Albus nodded and grinned. "Yeah, okay!" He turned to look at Lily. "Don't tell Jamie that Dad came to visit, okay?"

Lily giggled. "Kay!"

Dobby handed Harry a plate with a couple of sandwiches. "Here you are, Master Harry!"

"Cheers, Dobby," Harry replied and started in on his sandwich. In between bites, he asked the kids how they'd been since his last visit. Albus chattered on about playing the new video game Harry had brought James on Saturday – James' best friend had a Playstation 3, so James managed to beg Harry into getting him one for his birthday, which meant the kid wanted games for it – and watching the Dragon Hunters film Harry had gotten him.

As Harry was finishing the last of his lunch, Ginny said, "Albus, why don't you go play a game for a bit. I need a word with your dad before he goes back to work." Dobby popped over expectantly and took Lily from a grateful Ginny.

"Oh, okay..." Albus agreed, slouching a bit.

Harry smiled at him. "I'll pop in before I leave, kid, don't you worry. Maybe get the game to a really cool fighting scene and show me, yeah?"

Albus' eyes lit up. "Okay!" he agreed, then ran out of the room. Dobby had already left to put Lily in her playpen.

Ginny sighed and sat down in the chair Albus had vacated. "Harry, do you have any idea what's going on?" she asked, eyes bright with worry.

Harry shook his head and sighed. "None. If I had to guess, I'd say some form of mass possession that the kids aren't aware of, but I can't say for sure, yet. I'll have to go back in and see what we found, if anything." He ran a hand through his hair. "I'll phone you as soon as I know something, okay?"

Ginny nodded. "Okay. What if they start..." She shivered. "What if they start doing that again?"

Harry considered that for a moment. "You can call me," he decided, "if you feel it's necessary. Otherwise, let it work itself out and give them all some cocoa after, is my best suggestion. Until we know more about what's happening, I can't give you a better idea."

Ginny nodded again. "Okay." She rubbed at her face.

Harry got out of his chair and wrapped her in a hug. "We'll get through this," he promised. "We always do."

"Yeah." Ginny managed a smile. "You going to call him?"

Harry frowned, but not so much at Ginny's tone, but at the thought of the Doctor. "I haven't decided yet," he replied.

Ginny blinked. "That's a change."

"Yeah, well, last time we talked, we had a bit of a disagreement," Harry admitted. "If we're in over our heads, I'll consider calling him. But, for now, I'll let him alone." He turned and started towards the door of the kitchen. "I'm going to say goodbye to the kids."

"Okay. You be careful, Harry!" Ginny called after him.

Harry grinned at her around the doorway. "Nah. I'm the Chosen One. No need for care, me."

Ginny sighed.


As soon as Harry got back to the Department, he asked for any information they had on the children. Very little had been done about it – not many Department members had children, since a relationship was hard to maintain when you couldn't tell your partner what was going on and you were in danger from alien threats regularly – so Harry immediately set a group of people on it and had someone call UNIT. He, himself, rang Jack, but his phone was busy, so he made a mental note to try again later and traded with the man on the phone with UNIT, since he had a higher rank.

Twenty minutes later, Harry finally talked to someone who could and would give him the information that UNIT had compiled. By that time, the Department had mostly worked all that out on their own and Harry slammed the phone, muttering, "Thanks for nothing." He rubbed at his face, then tried Jack again. He didn't answer at all, so Harry tried the Hub phone, but that, too, went to voicemail. He muttered a few choice words about Jack being unreliable, then called a meeting.

They discussed their findings so far and it was pretty ugly. During both events, children all over the world had stopped at the exact same moment. During the second event, all of the children had said the exact same words, in English, no matter their native language.

And they had no idea how it was being done.


Harry had stayed late, trying to find an answer, so he was just leaving when Ginny rang him again. "They're doing it again," she whispered over the phone. In the background, Harry could hear the children saying, 'We are coming.'

"Alright. Do you want me to come over?" Harry asked, walking off the lift as the doors popped open and waving at the evening guard.

"Please?" Ginny agreed.

"I'll be there shortly," Harry promised and hung up. He took a moment to rub at his face, then apparated into the kitchen just in time to hear the children finish their chant with the word, 'Back'. He blinked at Ginny in surprise. That was new.

The kids were on their way out of the kitchen when they started chanting, and when they came back to life, the two boys continued to the living room, Dobby already in there with Lily. Neither boy saw their father.

"Have you found anything?" Ginny pleaded, clutching a handful of forks to her chest.

Harry shook his head. "Nothing. We're working on it, still."

Ginny sighed and nodded, then went to put the utensils into the kitchen sink.

In the silence, Harry heard the telly from the living room: "We're now getting reports of a massive explosion in the Roald Dahl Plass in Cardiff just moments ago. The damage is massive–"

Harry ran into the living room and stared at the mess that had once been the Plass. The Hub had been there. Jack and Ianto and Gwen.

"Dad?" Albus asked, glancing back at the doorway in surprise.

"I have to go," Harry said, looking at Ginny, who had come to stand next to him.

"But you work from London, not Cardiff!" Ginny complained as Harry hurried back to the designated apparation point in the kitchen.

"Yes, but a few of my friends work under the Plass. I need to make sure they're okay," Harry replied. "I'll be back," he added to Ginny's scared look. "I just need to make sure they're safe."

Ginny nodded. "Be careful."

Harry grinned, then apparated.


Harry appeared on top of one of the buildings in the Plass. Usually, only Torchwood came up to the top of the buildings surrounding their hideout – the perfect place to apparate in – so it came as something of a surprise for Harry to see another man at the edge with a gun. The man was firing at someone below and it took a quick spell to recognise Ianto.

Harry narrowed his eyes and pulled out his laser pen. He used the laser to burn a hole through the laser light, throwing off what little aim the man had, then held the pen to the man's forehead. "Shoot at him again and I'll burn through your skull. Clear?"

The man put down the gun, hands up in surrender. "Yeah, clear," he said.

Ianto had stopped to look when the shooting stopped. He was staring up at Harry, but Harry couldn't quite read the expression on his face.

The sound of a safety being released from behind Harry was joined by a gun to the back of his head. "Put down the pen," a woman said.

Harry took a deep breath and shouted, "Ianto! RUN!"

The woman changed her target and shot the pen. At the same time, she said, "Go after him," into an earpiece.

Harry swallowed and raised his hands above his head, letting the ruined pen drop off the roof. He was a little upset that one of his favourite toys was finally destroyed, but he had the schematics back in his desk to build a new one, if he could get the parts.

The woman stepped around Harry while the sniper Harry had been holding at pen-point placed his own handgun to his head. She smiled at him. "I thought there were only three Torchwood operatives," she said conversationally.

"Piss off," Harry retorted.

"What's your name, then?" she asked.

"Piss off," Harry repeated.

"If you were Torchwood, you'd been in their records. You're just a friend of theirs, then. What's your name?"

"Piss. Off."

The woman placed her gun against Harry's temple. "I can always find out after you're dead, if you'd prefer."

Harry considered that. Technically, he'd done nothing wrong, and as a member of UNIT, he could probably find out what the hell was going on and help Gwen and Ianto. Assuming Gwen was okay. "Major Harry Potter," he said at last. "UNIT."

The woman smiled. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" she asked, putting her gun away.

Harry frowned at her. "Yeah? Why don't you tell me what the hell's going on here? And why the fuck are you shooting Torchwood operatives?"

"I'm afraid I don't answer to you, Major Potter."

Harry smiled. "No? You don't look like you out-rank me, so I'd say you do answer to me."

"Let me clarify: I don't answer to UNIT."

"The hell you don't!"

"You UNIT boys are all the same," she said, suddenly sticking a needle Harry hadn't noticed her holding into his neck. "You're all talk and no brain."

Harry's vision went black.


When Harry woke, he was in a cell. A quick check found that his mobile and his sonic screwdriver were both gone. His wand, and other various and sundry objects, however, were all still safe in their muggle-repelling pockets. He was rather upset about the missing sonic and settled down to pout about it, hoping someone would come for him soon, since he was hungry. He did have an apple in his pocket that was looking a bit peaked, but he started munching on it anyway, hoping it would tide him over until they came and fed him properly.

Harry was actually content to wait, for once. If he didn't turn up for work and didn't answer his mobile when the Head of the Department rang him, they would send someone looking for him, and then that woman would be answering to UNIT, like it or not.

It seemed like hours went by, with Harry napping once or twice, before anything at all happened. He woke from another nap to an alarm blaring. "Prison break?" he wondered, then shrugged and hopped off the concrete 'wall' he'd been napping on. He walked over to the door and spelled it open, then walked right out. It had a high chance of being a member of the Department, considering how long he'd been in there, and Harry figured finding them would be easier than just staying put. (That, and Harry didn't stay put well.)

He absently summoned his sonic and mobile to him and was just about to turn a corner when the shooting started, some of the bullets hitting the wall in front of him. Harry was considering what to do when he felt a gun at the back of his head and a group of men swarmed around him to aim at whoever the intruders were. "This is getting a little old," Harry commented as the woman shoved him forward.

Gwen and Rhys stood against an open door. Harry and Gwen stared at each other for a moment and Gwen said, "Harry?"

"Hi," Harry replied, waving a bit.

"Put the guns down before I shoot your friend," the woman ordered Gwen.

"Yeah? And how do I know he's not working with you?" Gwen demanded.

Harry nodded. "Good point. You could just be bluffing her. And Gwen and I aren't really friends. More acquaintances. Now, if you really wanted to get someone's knickers in a twist, you'd threaten me when Jack is your opponent. Then again, Jack would probably just shoot around me and hope he missed." He offered Gwen a crooked smile.

Before Gwen could decide whether to shoot him a smile back, the concrete block next to her was pulled away from the building, sending up dust everywhere.

"Go!" Gwen ordered Rhys, shoving him into the opening.

Harry crouched and spun, pulling out his wand. "Stupefy!" he snapped, downing the group of men – as well as that bloody woman – behind him. Then he ran after Gwen and Rhys.

"Get on!" Ianto shouted at him from the seat of forklift, Rhys and Gwen already with him.

Harry grabbed on to the side next to Ianto, then joined Gwen in shooting at their pursuers. They paused briefly to move a lorry, which Gwen then blew up, blocking the road. Then they hurried on to the edge of a quarry, where Ianto dropped the cinder block. When they drove down to in it Ianto's car, they picked up Jack, then hurried back to London.

Once they were back on their way, Harry spelled Jack's handcuffs off and left Gwen to field Rhys' questions about his magic. He also conjured some clothing for Jack, but warned, "It's not going to stay, Jack. You'll get about three hours out of that, then we'll have to either find you some real clothing, or conjure some more."

"Can't you, I don't know, transfigure some?" Gwen asked.

"I am a bit shite at transfiguring," Harry admitted. "It'll have to be of the same sort of material and be something near the same mass if you want it to last any longer than something conjured." He glanced at Gwen with a grimace. "Contrary to the fandom – and, yes, I read fanfiction on slow days; some of it's really scary – I am not all powerful."

"Scary as in wet-your-pants scary or scary as in it's-scary-someone-actually-thought-to-write-this?" Jack asked, glancing back at Harry with a grin.

"Yes," Harry replied. "Far too much of the fandom seems to think I belong with Malfoy or Snape. There's even a faction that thinks I should be getting it on with Voldemort! Voldemort I tell you!"

Jack laughed at him.

"Yeah, you would think that's funny."

"Harry?" Gwen asked over Jack's laughter.


"What were you doing at that facility?"

"Rotting in a cell, far as I could tell," Harry replied drily. "They didn't even bloody feed me."

"Harry helped me escape from the Hub," Ianto offered. "He distracted the sniper."

"Yeah? And what's to say you haven't been working with them the whole time?" Gwen demanded, glaring at Harry.

"I trust him," Jack offered. "Now, leave him alone about it. Harry, have you called the Department? See if they know anything about what's going on?"

Harry nodded and pulled out his mobile. Before he could use it, Gwen snatched it out of his hands. "They could track us with this!"

"No they can't," Harry snapped back, snatching it back. "It's not Earth technology; the Doctor gave it to me. It runs off the TARDIS. Any traces will get lost in the Time Vortex." He pulled up Hermione's number and rang her. " 'Mione?"

"Merlin's balls, Harry! What the bloody fuck is going on?!"

Harry's eyebrows rose in surprise at Hermione's language. "I haven't the faintest. I'm hoping you can tell me."

Hermione groaned. "We've gotten word that you were behind the bombing in the Cardiff Bay area last night. Half the police force and the aurors are on the look-out for you, and we've all been told to report anything we hear about you. I'm not sure how many of our people will actually be hunting for you, but..."

Harry cursed under his breath. "I was with Ginny during the bombing. Is she okay? Are the kids?"

"They're under surveillance. The muggles tried pulling rank over the aurors to watch them, but the aurors showed exactly why the muggles won't be able to keep their eyes on her. So aurors are watching her now. Mostly the ones who refuse to believe you're part of the bombing, from what I hear."

Harry nodded. "Send her my love, then. Please? And the kids."

"I will. But, Harry, what's going on? Where are you?" Hermione pleaded.

"I can't tell you, 'Mione. I don't know what's going on and I can't tell you where I am until I figure that out. I'm sorry." He hung up the phone, then pulled out his wand and quickly cast a series of personal wards to keep any tracking spells from finding any of them. "No help from my people," he told the car once he was done. "They've got a warrant out for me."

"And I'm sure your people are doing everything in their power to find you," Jack commented sarcastically.

Harry snorted. "They sure are. Out in force as we speak. Don't worry, though. Even if they do start trying, I've set up wards. They can't track any of us." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "What I'd like to know is why the fuck they're hunting you lot down."

Gwen explained what she'd heard from Lois Habiba about John Frobisher, Torchwood's contact in the Home Office, being the one to mark Jack – and, by extension, Ianto and Gwen – down for murder.

They were all left to chew on that as Ianto pulled up next to some warehouses. He led them into one of them saying, "This is us. This is Torchwood. This is home."


After lighting a fire, a minor fight over Jack finding out Gwen was pregnant before Rhys and some sleep all around, they all gathered around a make-shift table and set down the things they had that might be useful.

"So, we've got... Guns, a sonic screwdriver and a pen knife. Laptop, now dead. Credit cards and a phone, which they can trace; one phone they can't. Lemsip. Couple potions. Giant Book of Sudoku. Book of stamps. Pair of contact lenses. Fifteen quid, four galleons and two knuts," Jack said of their booty.

"Plus twenty-five pence. And some bloody alien thing turning up today," Gwen helpfully added, putting the change on the table.

"We've still got some of the Torchwood software though. We've lost the Hub, but the software still exists on the server. Trouble is we're gonna need some more equipment, not to mention electricity," Ianto offered.

"And how are we gonna manage that, hidden away like criminals?" Rhys asked.

"Well that's it. Brilliant!" Gwen said, perking up.


"Criminals. Thieves. Us. Well, they're treating us like criminals, let's be criminals. Listen, I trained with the police, I know every trick in the book! I've seen the lot! Come on, boys. You're gonna learn some tricks!" Gwen grinned at them all.


After Gwen put them through the tricks she knew, they set out to see what they could get. When Rhys had suggested that Harry could use magic to get some of the stuff, Harry had agreed and set off to liberate a computer store that he knew of which opened late on Wednesdays. He also used some magic to confound a cashpoint, then zapped it with his sonic screwdriver and got them some cash.

Harry then went with Ianto to shop for clothing for everyone as well as some food.

When Harry and Ianto got back, they received something of a minor chewing out, but all was forgiven at the sight of food, as well as new clothing all around. Especially the new military coat for Jack.

Freshly clothed and with Rhys and Harry working on making food and coffee, the three Torchwood members took to their computers. Gwen suggested using some contacts she had to give them a pair of eyes in the building when the aliens arrived. Jack agreed to letting her try, so she hurried off with a quick sandwich, waving off the offered coffee.

Jack and Ianto kept working, chatting about inane things, which Rhys and Harry mostly ignored, both talking about life in general. Rhys had heard from Gwen that Harry had kids of his own, so the older man badgered Harry for tips about taking care of babies.

At one point, Jack turned and asked Harry and Rhys if they could go out to buy some discs. Rhys commented that one of them needed to stay to watch the food and Harry said, "Jack, we're not leaving the building so you and Ianto can have a moment together. If you want to play, there's plenty of room in this warehouse to go off where we can't hear you."

Rhys choked and Ianto looked a little horrified. Jack considered that. "You might have a point," he said, turning to Ianto. Ianto turned back to his computer and found Clement McDonald. After talking about his early life, Jack made Ianto bring up pictures of the three people who'd been killed at the same time as the attack on the Hub. Jack mumbled to himself a bit, then hurried out of the warehouse, leaving the other three staring after him.


After the spectacular arrival of the aliens known as the 456 in the Thames House, Gwen brought Clement 'Clem' McDonald back to the warehouse, after they'd found him at a police station. They all sat around one of the laptops to watch the drama going on in Thames House through the contacts Lois Habiba was wearing for them. When the 456 mentioned that they wanted the children, they were all a bit horrified, but that was all put on hold by Jack returning and Clem freaking out, since Jack had been the man to hand the children Clem had been with years ago over to the 456 the last time.

Clem shot Jack and Gwen hurried forward to take the gun from him while Ianto hurried to Jack's side. Harry and Rhys stayed back, Rhys trying to talk Gwen into leaving Clem alone while Harry prepared to cast magic if it was needed to keep the other humans safe. He couldn't die with the Hallows in his pockets, after all, and Jack would never forgive him if one of his team got hurt while Harry could have stopped it.

As it turned out, Harry didn't need to intervene, as Gwen managed to get Clem to hand her back the gun, which she passed on to Rhys. When Jack came back, Clem ran for it and they were all a bit awkward until they were reminded about Lois and the meeting going on in Thames House. They all returned to it.

They watched on, horrified and not a little sick at the child the 456 had in the tank with them. When the recess was called, they all went their separate ways to consider what had happened.

Harry called Ginny.

"Ginny Potter," the woman said, and Harry could hear pots banging about.

Harry blinked in surprise; the caller-id on the phone should have told her who it was. "Ginny?"

There was a sound of something muffling the phone and Ginny said, "It's my mum. Do you lot bloody well mind?!" After a moment, Ginny said, "Mum? What can I do for you?"

Harry let out the breath he'd been holding. " 'Mione told me you were being watched. Are you all okay? I heard James was to stay home today."

Ginny banged a couple more pots around. "Yeah, we're fine. Bit sick of those fools hovering about. Dobby keeps offering to kick them out." There was a faint smile in her voice. "Course James is home, Mum. Nowhere else to send him. I know you don't have a telly or anything..."

Harry smiled and ran a hand through his hair. "Good."

"How're things there, then? I heard Ron's stuck at home, something about punching his partner because he said Harry's clearly gone dark or some such?"

Harry groaned. "He didn't?"

"He's offered to come over here, then? Nah, tell him I don't need another auror mucking about. Had to send the kids out back with Dobby, so I'm tripping over less feet." She laughed like she sometimes did with Molly, when one of them complained about the housework. "You're out doing some shopping, then? Can't be bothered to send Giggles?" she asked, referring to the house-elf Harry had gotten the Weasley's a couple of years ago to make life easier for Molly, since she had two children to look after full time, and wasn't as young as she used to be.

"I can't tell you where I am," Harry said. "I just needed to make sure you were all safe. Something weird is going on."

Ginny let out another loud laugh, then banged a couple of dishes and whispered, "I know. You couldn't have blown that building. Told them you were here at the time it happened."

Harry nodded. "It's okay. I'm with some friends of mine–"

"The same ones you were worried about?"

"Yes. They're all okay. We're trying to get to the bottom of this. Just... Stay with the kids, Ginny. Don't let them out of your sight," he pleaded.

"Okay," Ginny whispered, fear creeping into her voice. "I'll do that. Will you be visiting again soon? I can't leave the house with the aurors about, you know."

"I'll be by as soon as this is over," Harry promised. "It'll be all fine. Don't worry about it."

"Okay. Be careful."

Harry smiled. "I will be. Kiss the kids." He hung up and leaned back against the wall, staring down at the phone. His kids were safe. They were safe and there was no way he'd be letting those monstrous aliens touch them. No way.

Filled with new determination, Harry stalked back into the warehouse to watch the conclusion of the whole bloody mess.



Sixth Part, second half

Harry & the Doctor Series:
Hanging By a Thread
Dust in the Sky Chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six
The Future Doesn't Scare Me Chapters:
One | Two | ???
The Perfect Sky is Torn Chapters:
One | Two | Three
Adrenaline Rush


My name????

Date: 30/5/10 18:16 (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I found a blog? about a fantasy book "At goods end" and i was wondering how you came up with the name Lonan Tierney as this is my name and as far as i know i am the only Lonan Tierney in the world.


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