Hello all! I have more Jack at Hogwarts stories planned, but this is a continuation from my earlier drabble with Cleon as the eyes of the narrator. It is a little time-skippy, short of specifics, and full of guesswork since Cleon can only work with what he hears after he leaves Hogwarts. It actually covers the entire time up until Jack leaves Hogwarts to return to the Tardis and there are plenty of unanswered questions here as well.

If you have any specific requests based on something in this drabble, drop me a line in a review and I'll probably have a quick drabble up soon about it. Jack's time at Hogwarts is probably not going to be a full story (not unless I had much more time and Savior was finished. It might happen then). It will probably be a series of short drabbles like this one, some sweet, some definitely sour, some sad, some happy.

Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

~~~~~This is a Beginning~~~~~

Jack Harkness was the enigma of Hogwarts, Cleon believed. He would almost give him a capitalized E and call it a title. None of the students knew if he could perform magic, many believed he couldn't, except he was always right there when you might be about to cause a spot of trouble and he might even lend a hand if you had a good enough idea. He was also there to make sure none of the upper classes and Old Bloods, those who deigned to send their children to a school founded by foundlings and orphans, bullied the younger, common-born or new-blood kids. He also gave the younger kids some lessons in standing up for themselves.

He was also, most believed, the paramour of Salazar Slytherin. Well, they all knew it. Everyone in Hogwarts knew it, from the youngest newcomer to the oldest almost-finished student. It was hard not to believe it when you walked in on Jack backing Salazar Slytherin into a corner, hand in the man's hair and mouths firmly attached, right before a lesson was about to start.

Cleon thought Jack liked seeing how many awkward situations he could put Master Salazar in, seeing as the Enigma always had a grin firmly in place as Master Salazar's face grew flustered upon seeing students hovering in the door, giggling.

Jack would then dash past them, grinning, having been banned from the Potions Lab while classes were in session since Cleon's first season at Hogwarts.

Occasionally, Jack would hang out in the back of the transfiguration classes, just listening and watching Master Salazar (joined by Master Godric as Cleon rose through the lessons) speak. It was a quiet intensity that Cleon would have found unnerving if it had been trained on him, but Master Salazar seemed to take it all in stride.

Master Godric often used Jack as a target for more advanced human transfiguration spells when he was being annoying. Cleon found it all rather funny.

There had been a confrontation between an new student's father, one of the Old Blood, and the Founders at Cleon's fourth Opening Ceremony. It seemed the father had been under the impression that Hogwarts was a school for the elite and only the Old Blood attended, not the riff-raff common as well, and didn't want his daughter to mix with the peasants. The young girl, standing behind her father, looked petrified.

In the middle of the argument about magic and blood and who had the right to be taught, a point the all the Founders were passionate about, having been foundlings and orphans and reliant upon the good natures of other witches and wizards to teach them (Godric and Helga had claims to magical parentage who gave them basic lessons in childhood, Rowena was common-born, and no one knew Salazar's parentage), Jack walked into the Hall, the newest batch of new students behind him.

He took one look at the irate father, frowned, looked at the young girl cowering behind her dad, then sighed. "I see bigotry and classism is a plague amongst the magicals too. And here I thought that the adults were mature enough to wait until after the children had gone to bed to bicker."

"Who are you?" the father had shouted at Jack, livid.

The Founders all silently pulled out wands, ready to step in in case either did something stupid. Mostly they needed to make sure Jack didn't hurt the man. He had a nasty streak when bullying and idiocy came together.

"I'm Jack Harkness, resident of Hogwarts and, at the moment, the only adult realizing how scared your daughter is. You can argue all you want, but do so where the children can't hear you shout your bigotry and hate. Many of the kids here come from non-magical or only partially magical families and they all have the right to be taught. Your daughter too. At the moment though, you are interrupting the Opening Ceremony and I request that you wait until at least everyone is fed and in bed before making your demands." Jack looked around the hall at the eighty or so kids listening, then at the father.

When he realized just how foolish he looked, yelling at the Founders and this newcomer in front of the curious eyes of children and teens, he flushed and stalked out of the hall to wait in the entrance area. Helga nodded at Jack, leaving after the man.

"Thank you, Jack," Rowena said.

"They don't need to listen to the arguments of adults just yet. Besides, there's far better things they could be doing." He winked.

Godric groaned. "And here I thought you had grown up some," he said.

"Aw, me, never!"

Cleon and the kids laughed, the tension breaking as Jack bantered back and forth with the three Founders. The young, terrified girl was pulled into the fold of newcomers and Jack gave her a quick shoulder squeeze and a smile.

She smiled back. Jack had that effect. The evening continued on with a festive air as Jack lightened the mood and calmed the frightened girl. He managed to get hit with a spell that made him speak backwards and dodged a few more harmless prank spells from an irritated Rowena. Cleon thought that was the best thing about Jack; his ability to lighten the mood and make everyone feel included and at ease.

"Who is Jack Harkness?" he had asked Master Salazar one day after they had all finished their potions and bottled them in specially constructed flasks during his fifth season.

Cleon rarely saw such a soft expression on the normally serious but kind man. "Jack Harkness is a rather extraordinary man," was the reply he received.

No one had managed to get much more from any of the founders and Jack himself just smiled and winked when asked.

It was the last season Cleon would be at Hogwarts, having reached his majority and learned all he could without a true apprenticeship or self-experimentation. Jack Harkness had been at Hogwarts the entire time he had been, and that was when Cleon noticed how strange Jack Harkness was.

Cleon had arrived a scant five years after Hogwarts had been built, the Founders still youthful and just entering the prime of their lives. Master Salazar and Mistress Helga were the eldest, nearly the same in age, while Master Godric and Mistress Rowena were a scant few years apart. No one knew how old Jack was, though many believed him to be the eldest. While those with magic aged slower when they passed majority, especially physically, there were still changes in face and body to tell the passage of time.

But Jack, Jack never looked any different. He hadn't aged a day in the eight seasons Cleon had been at Hogwarts, only his clothes changing as he switched from his odd fashion to a more normal style of dress.

It baffled him.

By the time Cleon was ready to head out on his own, Godric had settled down with a lady from the small town springing up nearby Hogwarts and sired two children thus far. The remains of childhood faded from his faced and it hardened into the lines of adulthood. Rowena had lost the teenage girlish roundness, snared a husband, and had one little girl at the moment. Helga too had had a child, though she remained unwed, not something entirely uncommon. Her paramour lived in the village nearby with their young son. Salazar Slytherin, though the oldest of the Four, had lost much of the boy-man look to him and he now looked like he was old enough to teach, instead of being mistaken for a student by visiting wizards and witches.

He also had a small shadow, a little girl with moonstone eyes and dark red hair and Salazar's skin tone. It was such an odd combination of colors on a person and no one knew who her mother was. There was no question as to her father, no one else had the same shade eye color as Salazar Slytherin, but it was hard to believe that he would sire a child with someone, being as attached to Jack as he was.

Jack, however, didn't seem surprised, in fact he seemed pleased by the appearance of the child, and the little girl, Morwen, who had been but a babe in Salazar's arms Cleon's third season, had taken to calling Jack Papa and Salazar Dad.

Years later, Cleon now older, his three children attending Hogwarts, listened with rapt attention as they told him about Jack Harkness. How the young man was Master Salazar's lover despite Master Salazar being ages older than Jack, and Salazar's daughter, Morwen, being closer in age and exoticly beautiful. Or how Morwen still called Jack Papa for reasons none of the students knew, and laughed as Jack harassed her dad with good natured teasing. Cleon didn't tell them Jack had been there when he was a new student. It was heartening to hear Jack still pulling the same stunts with the Potions Master and Transfiguration teacher as he did when Cleon had been going to school.

Cleon believed Jack to be a magical creature, after all this time. Still retaining the youthful looks in comparison to the Founders, who were all over 70 by the time his youngest left, there was little else he could be. It could explain his willingness to adopt Salazar's motherless child, magical beings had a reputation for more open mindedness and a love for young.

He heard rumors that Salazar and Godric had gotten into quite an argument over something involving the passing on of knowledge. Godric always had quite the temper and Salazar brought out the worst in him. Someone said they had seen Jack get caught in the crossfire of spellwork while the two friends/rivals/irritants battled it out.

Cleon didn't think Jack would have survived such an encounter, but his good friend's daughter, attending the school, said Jack was perfectly fine and back to harassing Salazar the next day. Godric, it seemed, and run off in fear, only to return a few weeks later to see Jack holding a pair of swords and challenging him to a duel.

Only as Cleon turned seventy did he hear anything else about the Founders and Jack. Salazar Slytherin, slain by a dark wizard from the continent, was the second founder to pass. Rowena Ravenclaw had been the first, having delved into something much too dangerous and she became a victim of her own creation. Her death, the death of one of the greatest magicals, was heralded amongst the magical community as a day of mourning.

Salazar Slytherin's death became a tragedy.

The elderly Wizard, used to more peace than one would usually be afforded due to the nature of Hogwarts and his prestige, hadn't seen the attack coming, though he had done admirably well for being more half a century older than his opponent.

Still, youthful strength, and the wizard from the continent had been powerful, broke through Salazar's defenses and killed him.

The wizard had been immediately killed by Jack, the story went, using some spell of terrible power that demolished much of the wizard's face and skull.

After that, no one knew what happened to Jack Harkness, Hogwart's resident Enigma and lover to Salazar Slytherin, parental figure to the long absent Morwen. The burial of Salazar Slytherin took place and then Jack just vanished, they said. Disappeared without a trace. No one knew where he went and no one heard about him again.

Cleon would always remember the bright, smiling man with gleaming blue eyes, quick of wit and body, having dodged many spells aimed at him from the Founders, often for his mouth. He would remember the softness that came over the often strict and serious potions and transfiguration master whenever Jack was around, the playfulness that he rarely saw in the man.

He was sure the Jack Harkness, in all his playful and enigmatic glory, was somewhere, perhaps with his people once more, mourning the loss of the wizard he had loved for at least six decades. He would never know, but he knew Jack Harkness's name would be written into the annals of Hogwart's History, somewhere. Probably, Cleon thought wryly, in a heart carved into Hogwart's walls right next to Master Salazar's name.

Jack was prone to such fits of amusement.

~~~~This is an Ending~~~~

I wanted to get out a rough timeline as seen from the eyes of an outsider to Jack's time at Hogwarts. Cleon knew Jack his entire time at Hogwarts, well, knew as well as one can know Jack from a child's perspective. The stuff that happened after Cleon left is lot's of hear-say and speculation, though it all springs from fact. It's just really sketchy on details as Cleon had his own life to live.

Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

Kuroi