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Harry had been very excited when his Aunt and Uncle had informed him that he was allowed to come with them on their holiday to Cardiff, even Dudley's constant pinching, punching, and poking of him hadn't bought his mood down, although he did try his very best to keep his happiness off of his face, knowing his relatives would do anything to make him miserable if they had even a slight feeling that he was happy.
He'd kept himself entertained in the car journey that lasted around three hours by looking out of the window and counting different objects they passed.
The trip only got better when he'd been given his own room in the hotel, actual clothes that fit him, time to actually shower properly, food that was filling, and he'd even been allowed to come with them as they visited places and attractions, even if he'd been given the basic passes while his relatives got the more expensive all-inclusive ones.
It was amazing, the best time of his life, which was why Harry was also very wary of it.
On the day they were travelling home, Vernon pulled the car up against an alleyway.
"Out you get boy," he grunted.
Harry blinked but did as he was told, not wanting to anger the man and risk his wrath.
Once he was out of the car, his cousin slammed the door shut and his Uncle rolled the window down, "don't leave that spot until we come back," he spat, "or there'll be dire consequences."
They stared at each other for a moment, before the window was rolled back up and the car drove off.
Harry quickly stumbled back into the wall, tears pooling in his eyes as he realised that they'd left him alone.
He knew it had been too good to last.
On Rainy Days
Jack Harkness stared down at the small child who was curled up into a ball, shivering, and soaked from head to toe from the rain.
He'd been called out for another Weevil chase, which had ended in this alleyway, luckily, he'd managed to subdue the hostile alien before it had noticed and attacked the boy.
Frowning, he crouched down in front of him, and gently placed his hand on his shoulder, squashing his anger as he felt him flinch from the slight touch.
"Hey kid, what are you doing here?" he asked in as gentle a tone as he could manage.
The boy looked up at him with bright green eyes, then whispered, "Uncle Vernon told me to stay here until he picks me up."
"And how long ago was that?"
The child sleepily blinked, "three days."
Sucking in a sharp breath, he gritted his teeth, "and where is he now?"
"Home, I think."
"Where's home?" he was going to tear a second asshole onto this man.
"Surrey," the boy slurred.
Jack frowned, he was obviously ill from staying there and needed to get somewhere warm, quickly.
He gathered the boy into his arms and began walking to the company car with every intention of putting the heating on.
"Can't go," he murmured, weakly wriggling in his arms.
"Look kid, if your Uncle turns up, I'll make sure you don't get in trouble."
The boy looked up at him with such tired eyes, "promise?"
"I promise."
He stared at him for a long moment before nodding, "okay."
Opening the door, he slid the boy into the passenger seat, before climbing into the driver’s seat and shutting the door, peering over the back of the seat and into the caged off area that the Weevil had been secured in, before nodding and turning the ignition on, followed swiftly by the heating.
After ten minutes, the child had become slightly more alert but was still shivering quite a bit.
Jack watched as he looked around the car, and eventually spotted the Weevil in the back, curiosity plastered across his face, and yet he didn't ask about it.
"That's a Weevil," he decided to inform the boy, who turned to look at him, "it's an alien."
His eyes widened, "really?" he asked, then slapped his hands across his mouth and looked at him in panic.
"Hey, it's okay kid, you can ask me anything you'd like," he quickly reassured him, "and yes, it is."
He looked at the little digital clock on the radio and huffed, then looked at the child, "I gotta run this Weevil back to base," he looked alarmed as he went to open the door, and grabbed his arm, "woah kid, I didn't say I was kicking you out, I just meant you'd be left in here for a bit before I come back," he frowned at him, "then I think I'll take you back to my flat, get you in a shower, some warm clothes and some soup, you look like you need it."
The boy stared at him, incomprehension on his face.
Sighing, he started driving back to the base, wondering how he'd explain the fact that he'd obtained a child to his team, before shaking his head, he'd deal with that when it happened.
"My name's Jack by the way," he introduced himself to the child.
The boy blinked up at him, "my name's Harry."
He smiled at the boy as best as he could while keeping an eye on the road.
"It's nice to meet you, Harry."