TITLE: Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry......and Aliens
AUTHOR: WhovianHarkness
SUMMARY: 'Ianto's day was going rather well until he got turned into an eleven year old'
When Captain Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato and Gwen Cooper get turned into children and sent to Hogwarts, what can go wrong? Or rather, what can't.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Torchwood belongs to BBC wales, Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, and most of my inspiration comes from the book 'The magic of Torchwood' on fanfiction.net'

Ianto's day was going rather well until he got turned into an eleven year old.
They had found a box that had come through the rift, containing a letter, a crystal and five small, metal versions of the torchwood logo. Necklaces for the girls and pin badges for the others.
They had been about to put them on, when the crystal had started glowing, emitting a bright, pulsating, multicoloured light.

For a few long, painful moments, the world seemed to be spinning, until it suddenly stopped, and they fell to the ground.
Ianto sat up first, glancing around at who he assumed to be his teammates.
Tosh, looking the youngest at about ten, and adorable at that, easily underestimated, except for the obvious intelligence shining through her eyes.
Gwen looked a lot older, with more of a figure, and a toothy grin, her eyes sparkling with laughter at their appearances.
Owen, who looked about 12 or even 13, was laughing at them, until he realized that he, too, must be a kid. "Bloody motherfucking hell" his voice promptly broke.
And Jack.......Ianto's eyes lingered on him more than was strictly necessary. He was gorgeous, charming grin still fixed on his face. Ianto tore his eyes away and opened the letter.

The Torchwood team,
You have been turned into eleven year olds so as to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will stay there for a full seven years, after which point you can choose when to return, using your Torchwood sign portkeys. All touch your portkeys and loudly say your own first name all at the same time to send you to the start of your journey.
-a friend.

Ianto's heart skipped a beat at the word Hogwarts. He passed the letter around, trying to hide his recognition for the word. Jack knew. He'd told Jack. Told Jack about his one wizarding great-grandparent.
When everyone had read it, Jack prompted them to activate the portkeys, after a short eye conversation that went like this:
'Is this what you were saying about your great-grandad?'
'Yeah'
'Can the portkeys be trusted?'
'I think so'
'You okay?'
'Never better'
This had resulted in a disgusted look, and a "Teaboy, Harkness, that's sick. You're eleven, stop undressing eachother with your eyes" from Owen, at which Gwen hit him over the head with the letter.
They all held their portkeys and said their names, Ianto scooping up a handful of comms and two extra guns as he did so, and Owen grabbing his travel medic case. Tosh had an iPhone linked up to the computers in her pocket, and Jack surreptitiously pocketed a bottle of retcon. Gwen seemed oblivious.
"Ianto" he held the portkey.

A jerk behind his navel and...............spinning, whirling, screaming, swirling, twisting, twirling, crashing, turning..........and then it stopped and they were falling out of the sky.
Gwen hit the ground first, sprawling on the grass in the back garden. Owen managed to stay upright, but promptly walked into a tree. "Shit"
Tosh stumbled and sat down hurriedly, and Jack, noticing the swimming pool, gave a whoop and dive-bombed into it.
Ianto moved his legs as though walking into the air, and calmly and gently landed, grinning at his well-practiced entrance.
A soaking wet Jack pulled himself out of the swimming pool.
"Let's go again!"
"No way in hell" Owen rubbed his nose.
Ianto walked up to the tree that Owen hadn't walked into and picked up a note.
"This is your house for your stay. -A friend"
He read aloud, and led the others inside.
Jack caught his eye, and he nodded once, having another wordless conversation. This time, it went more like:
'You okay to tell them about magic?'
'Yeah'
"Guys, get changed, choose rooms, do stuff. I need you all down here in twenty minutes" Jack said, before heading upstairs and straight into one of the rooms, which seemed almost made for him. He went straight to shower.
Ianto chose the second room he went into- it was organized, but still homely, with two shelves across the far wall, a desk, a chest of drawers, some filing drawers, and a bed, all in a black and white colour scheme with a dark red sheet that matched his suit.
He noted the clothes in the drawers and got changed into a pair of black jeans with a dark red shirt; nothing too formal (eleven year olds wearing suits were highly likely to be mocked), but still in his comfort zone.
He headed out, and walked down to the sitting room, perching on one of the two person sofas and waiting for the others.
Jack came in first, sitting next to him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He was wearing blue jeans, a light blue shirt, and, Ianto noticed, a belt and braces (suspenders).
Even as an eleven year old, he literally could not keep his pants up.
He mentioned that to Jack, who laughed loudly. "Well, not when I'm with you, I can't"
Ianto blushed and grinned as the others walked in.
Everyone looked at Jack for answers, but he just smiled amiably and gestured to Ianto, who cleared his throat.
"Okay....uh.....welcome to the magical world!"
The others just looked at him.
"Why are you doing the intro?" Gwen asked curiously.
"My great grandfather was a pureblood wizard. Ran off with a squib and had my grandtad. He sometimes took me to Diagon Alley, and told me stories, so I'm probably the most qualified person here"
Gwen nodded, Tosh grinned at him, and Jack supportively squeezed his arm.
"When we have our lists we can go into London and get our stuff from Diagon Alley"
"What's diagonally?"
"Diagon. Alley. Two words. Main Wizard shops in England. Shortly followed by Hogsmead which is up by Hogwarts" he said simply.
He scanned the room with perceptive eyes, noting the bowl of floo powder by the fireplace.