Well I am back; here is another chapter of In Search of the Heart.

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Raiba.

Eyes marginally widened, though to the untrained eye nothing seems to have changed. Harry stood still, not understanding how just any man could sneak up upon him. 'Ulquiorra! How? I can sense every being in this magical alley, and yet I cannot sense this man. What is he?' Harry questioned Ulquiorra.

"A man that can hide his presence from even Pesquisa, how interesting, perhaps there may be worthy adversaries for you to surpass." Ulquiorra spoke more to himself rather than to Harry. "Humph, this trash should never dare threaten you. Remove this insolence yourself, or I will take control. You have a minute to deal with this trash." Harry could feel the cold glare Ulquiorra sent throughout his mind. Quickly accepting what Ulquiorra said Harry decided to put his training to good use.

"You've got four minutes and thirty seconds left." The man said evenly. Harry subtly shifted his weight in preparation to turn around. "I wouldn't try that if I were you." The man spoke with a slight mirth in his voice.

Not taking the man's advice Harry continued his action and quickly spun around. Harry was successful in grabbing the weapon, a military issue Webley Mark VI, with his left hand. As he started moving his right hand to punch the man his arm was grabbed and snapped in twine at the elbow. Harry screamed at the unexpected pain. The next realization that came to Harry was that he is face down on the ground, the man's knee in his back, and the revolver once again at his head. This sequence lasted les than three seconds.

"I told you not to try it." The man's voice lost all mirth.

Suddenly an oppressive aura rained upon the alleyway, many witches and wizards lost consciousness, the mystery man however did not blink. The man felt as if he were going to die millions of times over, alone, and forgotten but it seemed to not faze him.

"A neat trick you have there, but I don't do possessions. Stop controlling the boy." The man slapped a piece of paper with sealing runes on it to the back of Harry's head, locking away Ulquiorra within Harry's soul. "Now, I'm going to get off of you, try anything and you'll have a hole where your kneecap should be." Just as he said, the man removed his knee from Harry's back and stood up. He took five steps back, held his gun ready, and tensed for the slightest unauthorized movement from the young boy. "Get up, nice and slowly." The man watched as the boy used his left hand to support himself as he stood upright.

Harry winced as his regeneration kicked in. His arm reset and mended itself. While useful his regeneration was almost as painful as the original injury. Flicking his arm once, twice, and a third time, Harry finished his examination of his arm, to which he found satisfactory. He examined the mysterious stranger that single handedly beat him. It is the man that left the bag on that table. He stands at one hundred and eighty three centimeters in height. He wears a long navy blue Royal Air Force great coat with a sky blue dress shirt underneath. On his right hand a silver watch and his left sports a leather strap concealing some sort of object. Navy blue slacks with a brown belt and holster, brown suspenders, and tan boots complete his attire.

"You're a bit young for me, come back in ten to fifteen years. Now if you're done checking me out I believe you have some explaining to do. Follow me, I've got somewhere safe for you to talk." said the man in a suave manner.

"And pray tell why I should follow you anywhere." asked Harry defiantly.

The man replied sternly "Well if you want to be dragged there and forced to tell, I've nothing wrong with that, or you can follow peaceably and not cause a headache for myself."

'Ulquiorra, can you hear me?' Harry waited for a response from his partner. 'Damn, no response.' He looked at the man impassively. "Well you leave me with my hands tied. Very well I shall follow you"

"Good, well, let us get out of this alleyway." The man led Harry out of the alley and with the boy in tow he gracefully navigated through the crowds of Diagon Ally. Once again Harry noticed that the man drew no attention from the witches and wizards they passed. They moved out of the Ally and passed the Leakey Cauldron and stopped in front of a black van with tinted windows.

"Well, get in." The enigma in sight of Harry said as he opened a side panel to the van.

"Really? Are you sure you're not some sort of pedophile." The emotionless way Harry said this threw the man for a loop as he was not jesting or being serious. "Whatever, let's leave."

"Get comfortable, this ride is going to take about three hours. Oh the name's Jack Harkness by the way." Jack pulled himself into the driver's seat and started the engine, he looked into the rearview mirror to see that the "Boy" was passively looking at all of the computerized equipment with a slightly concealed interest.

Harry took a seat whilst examining the technology within the van; computer consoles, a radar like GPS unit, and even a police scanner by the looks of it. 'Humph, interesting as all of this is, most of it looks outdated while the others look as, if not more, advanced than the most advanced systems. I should practice Jinzen, perhaps I can reach Ulquiorra.' Harry relaxed himself and let his mind focus on reaching out to Ulquiorra.

As the van moved towards its destination Jack looks back to see Harry in a relaxed state, he sighs as his face darkens as he thinks upon his long past, wishing to fight alongside his old team. 'I will not get Gwen involved again, she has her own life and deserves her rest.' Shaking his head he looks back again to Harry. 'Why must I always find the dangerous ones?' Continuing to drive Jack finally sees the pillar where the so called "Scenic Route" used to be. 'I hope that Quantum Time Reset Stabilizer set in properly, if not I am in for one hell of a cleaning day.' Jack continued to drive until he sees the wharf that acts as the entrance. "Oi wake up, we're here!"

Harry opens his eyes in an uncertain manner. "So where are we?"

"We, my young companion are in Cardiff." Jack says quickly. "Well, let's get inside, shall we."

"Again you leave me no choice." Harry sighed. 'Ulquiorra, it is to bad you cannot hear me nor I you, I am in need of your advice.' Smoothly removing himself from the van Harry follows Jack into the wharf.

"I hope everything has set properly this time." Jack moves behind the desk and hits a button on the underside of its cocobolo body. When the button was pressed the wall behind Jack moved to the right and furthermore a cog-like door opens slowly to the left of the now hidden wall. "Good, it seems to have fixed itself nicely. Follow me." Jack led Harry whose eyes widened as he stepped down a flight of stairs into a large circular room, the antechamber was filled with computers, a large cylindrical device that rose from the ground and into the massive ceiling, a medical station and morgue is located on a platform lower than the HUB of computers. "Welcome to Torchwood Three, this is probably the most dangerous place on earth and maybe the safest. Well mostly, well may have been blown up, twice, and infiltrated more, anyway it is still my safe place." Jack looked pleased with the fish like expression on the boy's face. "And I thought nothing could surprise you, well, follow me to my office. We can speak there."

"OK." Harry followed in awe as his nihilistic personality was overlaid by absolute curiosity of a child. Composing himself as he sat in a rather comfortable chair in Jack's office, the cold face of the nihilistic child sat before the man. "What is it you wanted to speak with me about that is so vastly important that you had to caravan to Cardiff with me?"

Jack looked at the boy, "I brought you here because I knew your father for one, two you were able to see right through my perception filter as if I had one, and three you stole and bonded with an immensely dangerous artifact that was meant to be picked up by an associate of mine. Oh and one more thing, you are not entirely human, yes you are a wizard, I know, but you are more than that, you have the blood of an alien running through your veins and you have a deep connection with the spiritual realm."

"If you know my father than you know who I am right?" Harry asked this in a sincere but cold tone. "Yes I know I have an odd connection with the spirit world and would rather you not have sealed off my companion like you did."

"Sure if you can call that thing, that Hollow, a companion, then sure. But yes, Harry, I know who you are." Taken aback by the use of his name Harry flinched when he realized that Jack knows about Ulquiorra. "Look Harry I used to be a friend of your Father, James. You have your mother's vibrant intelligent eyes. She could not stand me, damn near hatted me I'd say. I am not here to question you connection to that hollow, but I do want to help you. You were in that Diagon Alley to shop for your Hogwarts supplies, no?" With a nod of his head, Jack continued "Well in that case I want you to know that I cannot do anything about your theft, the object within called out to you, if so I would be a fool to take it back. The object within is a sealed box, I have no idea what is inside but it could be from the technological golden age before the end of the universe or a mineral from the first explosion, "the Big Bang". I want to help you but to do so you must help me."

"Wait, are you telling me you left a potentially destructive "thing" in the open where anyone could get to it. And furthermore why should I stay and let you help me, I am going to this school because it interest me and could be enlightening, I want to learn, why should I trust you?" Harry without the connection to Ulquiorra started to lose control over his emotions, years of pent up anger, sadness, hope, joy, fear, and so many more started to bubble away and rise to the surface all at once. Jack leaned over and laid his hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry jerked his head up and pulled away. Jack having witnessed child abuse in the past sees immediately the signs of fear and sadness within Harry's eyes. He drops his hand and looks at Harry with a fatherly gaze.

"Harry, I'm sorry. I want you to learn how to live a life not of a hollow but a man, you may not be entirely human but you live a life full of repression, without your connection to this spirit you lose your first real companion don't you. However I want you to release it all, all of your emotion, let it all go, vent, rage, focus your emotion and let yourself grow stronger by it." Emerald eyes peered into brown and the bottled emotion came flooding out . Harry for the first time in years cried. He cried for his life, his pain, he cried for his future uncertain and clouded, he cried for hope that he may have found someone else to trust. The child grabbed Jack and cried into his shoulder. Jack held the boy in a fatherly way as to comfort him. Slowly the crying stopped and Harry's breathing slowed into a light snore. Jack picked up the sleeping child and brought him to a side room where a bed was lined against the wall. He laid Harry down and covered him with a light blanket before walking out of the room.

"This has been a stressful day." Jack muttered softly to himself.

It was only a few hours later when Harry awoke to unfamiliar surroundings. 'Well it seems I finally cracked, it is time to pull myself together.' Harry looked around and saw he was alone in a dull steel grey room with plain walls and a chair and desk to the side. He swung his feet from the bed and approached the door, it opened automatically and Harry walked into Jack's office where he saw the man on a computer typing away at a furious pace.

"I see you are awake, I actually expected you to be out for a few more hours." Jack said from behind the computer. "Well, how do feel now that you are not repressing so much raw emotion."

Harry thought before he spoke calmly and coolly, "I feel as well as I can be, I am well rested, and my mind is clear. I do however have one inquiry. Why was I really brought here? You did not lie to me earlier and for that I am grateful but you did not speak the whole truth."

Jack sighed, "Well you caught on faster then I thought you might. I know you are intelligent, young, inexperienced, and are in need of proper training in your arts. I have just got back from recently running away from my duties, a dear friend of mine died last year during that terrible 4,5,6 incident."

Harry looked at him confused, "Are you speaking about when all of the children, even myself, were controlled autonomously and had no way to act or defend ourselves?"

"Yes that is the incident I am referring to. However a friend of my, a Doctor if you will, helped me get out of my depression. I left my new friend and cam back home. My team, all but one, is dead and the one who remains has a life of her own. I cannot bring her back into my chaos, nor will I try. I told myself I would stay alone and not get others involved in my war. But this is not my war, this is a war that involves the whole world. The Twenty-First century is when Earth become noticed, I need to protect this world from alien threats until this planet can survive. Your father was a part of my organization, Torchwood. Your mother on the other hand was an associate of a rival organization called U.N.I.T., this world needs my help and the help of my organization. I want to offer you training in the non-magical world as well as the magical society." Jack proceeds to open a drawer and pull out a red laptop, with a stylized black T made of hexagons on the face cover. "I want you to take this laptop, it was created in our lab with help of your Father, Mother, and a few of my former lab monkeys. It is a Grimoire of the collective knowledge in the wizarding world and the non-magical communities. It was created to be slightly psychic and will only allow access to your current understanding, it will learn you as you learn it. I am giving this to you under one condition."

Harry looked at the man passively, "What is your condition?"

"When you turn of the age twenty-one or before, if you so choose," Jack spoke with serious tone. "I want you to join Torchwood."

And I am done, Raiba here. I am so sorry about the long wait. I have been working to get a 30 on my ACT and had to get a new computer.

First things first, yes I did indeed add Torchwood and Unit as a side crossover, I do have future plans for them, I added these because it adds something to the wizarding world and the spiritual realm I have not seen nor will they expect, all things have a purpose in my story. So I ask that you please review this, be it good or bad. What should I work on and what do you think and believe. I will read each and I might start to respond at the start of my chapters.

Anyway, I bid thee adieu.

Thanks, Raiba.