All Is Not As It Seems (3/3)
Title: All Is Not As It Seems (3/3)
Fandom: Torchwood/Harry Potter
Characters: Ianto Jones, Captain Jack Harknes, Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper, Gwen Cooper, Albus Dumbledore, and a few more....
Rating: Not really sure - PG/PG-13
Disclaimer: The BBC and RTD own Torchwood. Harry Potter belongs to JK and Warner Brothers
Spoilers: A lot of Torchwood and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Summery: The Torchwood team find themselves as children on a train in the middle of nowhere. when they arrive to their mystery destination, they find themselves and their true friends.
Warning: Gwen-bashing
A/N: This is for a project for my Creative Writing class, and I'd thought I'd share it with you....please let me know it there are any typo's and/or grammatical errors.
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“Alright, before we head in, I was informed to ask that if anyone apart of something called Torchwood, please step up to the front now!” the man said to the children.
Jack nodded to the team, which Gwen decided to join once more with a sour look upon her face, and they walked to the front of the gathered children. “Alright, go through those doors there and wait for a moment,” the man informed them, indicating to another pair of large oak doors.
The Torchwood team walked through the doors indicated to them as the man knocked on the other set of doors three times. Inside a large antechamber, an old man in long purple robes with sparkling crystal eyes and a long white beard waited for them. Only one of the Torchwood team reacted to the sight of the man.
“Grandfather?”
The old man nodded, and opened his arms as invitation to the dark haired boy that ran into his arms. Ianto hugged his grandfather with all the might his small body possessed; his eyes shut tight holding back tears. “I’ve missed you, grandfather.”
“As I you, young one,” his grandfather chuckled.
Ianto let go of the elderly man and whipped his eyes. “Grandfather, these are my friends, Jack, Tosh, Owen and Gwen; guys, this is my grandfather Albus Dumbledore.”
“Hello, sir,” Jack greeted, which was mirrored by the others.
“Grandfather, why didn’t you tell me, this castle was real?” Ianto asked.
“It’s only as real as you preserve it to be,” Dumbledore answered. “But now I believe you have questions; some of which I have answers too, others I do not.”
“You know how we got here, don’t you?” Jack accused. “You knew this would happen to us. Why?”
“Yes, I did know it will happen you, for it happened before,” was Dumbledore’s cryptic answer. “It is nineteen ninety three, so in the versions of you outside of these hallowed halls this has yet to happen, but it will and nothing will stop it.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow at his grandfather and asked, “But why?” with all the innocence of a child.
“Because all is not as it appears to be,” Dumbledore answers. “Ones you have thought as your friends are your greatest enemy, and though your learning here for the next seven years you will find who your true friends are.”
“Seven years?!” Owen exclaims. “As if grade school and med school weren’t enough. What are we learning this time?”
“Magic…” Ianto whispers, finally seeing what his grandfathers bedtime stories were about. “We’re going to learn magic.”
Dumbledore smiles at his grandson’s wisdom.
“What a load of bull!” Gwen huffed. “As if we’re going to believe these two. We weren’t born yesterday.”
“Gwen, look in front of you,” Jack tried to reason. “What else can explain all we have seen so far?”
“Alien induced coma that gives us collective bizarre dreams,” was the immediate answer, said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Ignore her, Mr. Dumbledore,” Jack said, turning away from the ex-Police Constable.
“Professor,” the old man corrected.
Jack nodded in understanding as Dumbledore turned once more to his grandson. “Ianto, there is one thing I’d like to ask you before you re-join the others. Would you like to be addressed by your given name or your step-father’s name?”
“Oh, goody, just another surprise about the tea boy,” Owen groaned good naturedly.
“What’s you’re given name?” Tosh asked with a grin.
Ianto blushed, reciting his long name, “Ianto Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.”
“Since my great-grandfather,” Dumbledore began to explain, “My family has kept our ancestors alive my adding their names to their sons.”
Ianto nodded. “My mother is my grandfather’s daughter and decided that since my father left us when she found she was pregnant, she would continue the tradition. When my mother remarried when I was eight, my step-father had my name legally changed to just plain Ianto Jones. I’d like to use my given name, if it isn’t too much trouble, grandfather.”
“Well, a name doesn’t make the man,” Jack decided. “I don’t care if your name is William Arthur Philip Louis Mountbatten-Windsor, as long as you’re you.”
“Oh, gag,” Gwen groaned, rolling her eyes at the couple.
Ignoring the rude Welshwoman, Dumbledore beamed at the duo before ushering them along to another set of oak doors. “Rejoin the others and I will see you all soon,” he told them before opening the door for them.
A wrinkly woman was at the head of the group of children, her hair tied back into a tight bun under her witch’s hat. “Follow me,” she called.
Through a larger set of oak doors, the children filled though to a Great Hall. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. At the top table, Albus Dumbledore sat, smiling at the new students.
Ianto noted that the woman stepped up to a stool and picked up an old tattered hat that began to sing to the great hall. All of Torchwood was stunned into silence at the fact that a hat was singing to them, and it wasn’t alien - well, Gwen believed it was alien. The woman announced to the Great Hall that once the group of children’s names were called that they were still on the stool and let the hat sort you into a house.
The first name of the Torchwood team to be called was Gwen, who was a bit skittish about the tattered hat being put on her head. Once it screamed to the hall “SLYTHERIN!” one of the end tables, whose mass of student wore black robes with green lining and a green and silver snake crest clapped and cheered, indicating that was where Gwen was to sit from now on.
Ianto was next, Dumbledore used as his surname, stunning the Great Hall into silence. A little voice entered his head, saying “What a sharp mind you have, one that is ripe for leraning. Ravenclaw would suit you greatly. You have the courage of a lion, Gryffindor would welcome you greatly. You’re cunning and sneaky, which gives you the skills of a Slytherin. Above all you are loyal, beating you to be kind and genital, even with your greatest foes. I know just the right house for you.” The hat yelled out “HUFFLEPUFF!” and the opposite end table clapped and cheered, with student in black robes with yellow lining and a yellow and black badger crest. The table seemed to be ecstatic that the Welsh native was chosen to be in their house. When Ianto sat down at the beginning of the long table, whoever could reach him patted his back and shook his hand.
Ianto watched as other were called up and waited patiently until it was Jack’s turn to be called up to the stool. With all the air of belonging, Jack sat on the stool and let the hat rest on its head until it proudly called out “GRYFFINDOR!” and the middle table closest to Ianto clapped and cheered for their new classmate. The students at this table wore the standard black robes with red lining and a red and gold lion crest. Owen was called right after Jack, who slumped in the stool with boredom. After a while, the hat once again called out “GRYFFINDOR!” and Owen sat next to Jack, also earning claps and cheers from the table filled with red.
Running out of letters in the alphabet, Tosh was called last of the Torchwood team. The shy girl slowly sat on the stood and looked down in her lap as the hat was dropped on her head. Within seconds the hat shouted out “RAVENCLAW!” and the last table in the middle, the one in which its student wore black robes with vibrant blue lining and a blue and black raven crest.
Once the rest of the first years were sorted Dumbledore stood and gave his beginning of the year speech before letting everyone feast. Ianto’s housemates warned him to stay away from the Slytherins, telling them how evil and vile all the students were. Suddenly, Ianto understood why Gwen was graced with admittance to the green house, one full of jealousy and envy.
After everyone was done feasting and desert vanished from the table, Dumbledore introduced a new Professor and warned everyone of something called Dementors that were patrolling the grounds looking out from the mass murderer Sirius Black.