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HP – AE – Child of Ra

Chapter 1

Harry limped through the fortress he had been made a prisoner of in the last three months. Three months inhell on earth. Voldemort had managed to capture him in a battle, and then had proceeded to take out 15years of vengeful hate and anger while always leaving enough life to try and interrogate him.

But today, something had changed. The magic that locked all the cells had been disrupted. In fact, all themagic in the castle seemed to be sapped. Magically lit torches were cold; candles that had floated were lyingall over the ground. It seemed as if all the magic had been diverted to somewhere else. And Harry wasn’tgoing to let this chance go to waste. He was getting out of this castle today, dead or alive.

He had escaped the dungeons, which had been strangely free of Deatheaters, and had made his way to theroom where he knew they had stowed his things. With the magic off kilter the door had been unlocked, so ithad been easy to go in and locate his wand and robes (which he had changed into, out of the rags he hadbeen forced to wear since his capture).

Now he was heading out of the castle, trying to remember anything from when they had brought him here.He had just about turn off into another corridor when he heard a strange whirring sound coming from a doorleft ajar to the right. And once again, his curiosity got the better of him.

Limping over to the door on the leg that only had sprains and bruises, he looked through the crack in thedoor and saw something that took his breath away.

A blue puddle of light shone from a wall to the side. It sent out ripples of shadow and lights like a stonethrown into a pool. Harry stared, captivated. He checked around the room to see if Voldemort or anyDeatheaters were there. He saw no one, so he limped through the room to what he could only assume was aportal of some sort.

‘Was this what drained the magic?’ Harry thought.

Harry was so mesmerized by the spectacle that he didn’t hear when Voldemort with his Inner Circle enteredthe room.

But when Voldemort saw he was out, he screamed to his Deatheaters, “Get him!” jolting Harry out of hisstupor.

Wands were raised as Harry stepped backward, accidentally falling back through the portal.

“No!” screamed Voldemort in horror as Harry was taken through.

Shortly after, the portal closed behind him.

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Chapter 2

It had been a usual day at the SGC. Incoming and outgoing teams, a couple people coming down with aweird but curable virus, a couple off world gun fights… you know… the usual.

The Stargate Command had been in progress for seven(?) years. It’s purpose was to make contact withother planets by use of the Stargate- a 12 ft ring of alien metallic substance with star patterns etchedaround the sides, which were used as a kind of ‘phone number’ to call planets in distant galaxies. GeneralO’Neil just liked to watch the ‘puddle’ come to life with its strange blurb of blue light going back and forth.

But this time, something was different.

There had been no clue to an incoming dial up, and all efforts to raise the iris had failed. The usual mediumblue of the energy was off set by a strange white light that they had never seen the portal produce. Theyhad surmised that it was not radioactive and didn’t seem to be causing any problems other than shutting off the iris, and those little spots in the eye that you see when a camera goes off.

General O’Neil was in the control room with Daniel and Carter trying to find out the origin of the call.

“There’s no record of where it came from, it just… appeared,” said Carter, sounding very confused.

“And what about the Iris? Any luck on that?” asked O’Neil.

“No, and all the systems have been checked, there shouldn’t be any malfunctions,” said Daniel.

“Do we know anything?” asked O’Neil innocently.

“Um… no,” said Daniel.

O’Neil nodded, rubbing his temples. Just what he needed on top of all the backup paper work- a

malfunctioning and thus occupied gate. Four groups had been due to report in the last hour and a half thatthe gate had been open, and that was more paperwork that would have to be dealt with.

Jack sighed, “Very well, call me if there is any change in status-“

But just then the gate let off a particularly bright blast of light and then just as quickly went back to neutral, just as a body, followed by shots of red light, tumbled out of the wormhole as it closed.

O’Neil, Carter, and Daniel ran down into the gate room where Teal'c had already been posted. Theyproceeded up the ramp while gunmen set up in the back.

As they came up, they could see it was a boy, maybe about 16 or 17 years old. But what startled them washis condition.

Cuts and bruises covered all that they could see that wasn’t covered by black robes. And even the robescouldn’t hide the angle of his right leg, which was obviously broken. Strange burns and scars could be seenon his face and up his arms. But the scar that caught Daniel’s eye was an older one on the boy’s forehead,under bangs of messy black hair. It was oddly shaped, like a bolt of lightning.

“Get a doctor in here stat!” yelled O’Neil.

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The sound jolted the boy awake. And upon waking he immediately flicked into his hand a stick that musthave been hidden up his sleeve. He pulled himself up and away from the group, never letting the stick movefrom its aim at O’Neil. But even though his aim didn’t waver, O’Neil could see fear in the boy’s vivid greeneyes. He had never seen eyes so strangely green, even though both had been thoroughly blackened.

Jack kneeled in his spot, bringing him level to the boy.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” he said calmly as the medical staff ran up to the ramp. He put out a hand tostop them, then turned back to the boy. “We’re only trying to help. You’re badly injured; we need to get youmedical help. We won’t hurt you. So please, lower your… stick-thingy, and let us help you.”

The boy looked at the hand holding the stick and blinked. He seemed just as surprised at this instinctivereaction as they did. Then he looked back at O’Neil and seemed to evaluate him. Few times had O’Neil everbeen intimidated by an evaluation, but this was one of them. Maybe it was the look in the boy’s astonishinggreen eyes (or the eyes themselves), but he was intimidated, and at the same time he felt a dire need tohave the boy trust him.

The boy was finally lowering the stick when the gate began to reactivate.

The boy spun around, stick held toward the portal, fear in his eyes.

O’Neil turned to the control room. "GDO?”

The guy in charge nodded and he turned back to find the boy trying to pull himself to his feet using theoutside edge of the Stargate ring, still holding the stick straight out. O’Neil stepped forward, getting hisattention.

“Listen, the Stargate is reactivating. Where ever you just came from, this incoming is not from there. Socome with us so we can get you fixed up.”

The boy didn’t budge. O’Neil didn’t know what to do. Then Daniel stepped up.

“We can do this again later. But first I would highly recommend we step away from the gate,” he said,backing away again.

O’Neil looked and saw that the event horizon was about to form and the boy was standing right in front of it.This could get ugly.

O’Neil tackled the boy off the ramp just as the blurb of energy that was the event horizon erupted out.

As they landed on the floor the boy cursed angrily and a jet of red light sprang from the tip of the stick,hitting the ceiling.

O’Neil jumped back.

“What the hell was that?” he yelled, surprised.

The boy drug himself back upright.

“Damn it! That hurt you bloody moron,” screamed the boy.

O’Neil blinked. He allowed the captain of the team who had just come through to give him a quiet twosecond brief on what had happened on the other side of the gate while he registered what had just

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happened. It was the first time the boy had actually spoken, and the boy’s accent had not been lost on him.And it was obvious the boy was pissed, but he wasn’t the only one angry.

“I’m the moron? If it wasn’t for me you would probably be dead right now, or on the other side of the galaxywith people who my team has just reported were hostile. How would you like that?” said O’Neil sarcastically.

The boy turned back to the gate and stared, seemingly transfixed by it. This portal was a little different fromthe one he had come through earlier- it didn’t have all the extra light. O’Neil found the boy’s reactioninteresting. Surely he had seen the Stargate he had come through. So why did he seem so surprised?

Daniel walked up beside O’Neil and cleared his throat. The boy turned to them now, looking suspicious.Daniel was about to ask a question, but the boy beat him to it.

“Are you working with Voldemort?” he asked angrily.

Daniel and O’Neil looked at each other quizzically, both checking without speaking. Nope, neither of themknew.

“Who’s Voldemort?” asked O’Neil.

The boy took another look around the room and stopped, staring at the men with guns. Then… he laughed.

The change was so abrupt the old SG-1 team didn’t know what to say. When the boy turned back, he wasgrinning.

“You’re muggles! But… how…” he looked at the gate, confused, and then turned back to them. “How did youmanage to create a portal? It took everything Voldemort had to create his.”

Create a portal? Did the boy actually mean that? Some one had made a new Stargate? That could be bad.

“Who are you?” asked Daniel.

The boy ran a hand over the lightning bolt-shaped scar reflectively. “You have no idea how long it’s beensince I’ve been asked who I was,” he said quietly, almost to himself. Then he cleared his throat and lookedup. “My name is Harry… Harry Potter.”

“Alright Harry, now where are you from?” said O’Neil.

“Well, I’m not sure where exactly; I’ve been Voldemort’s prisoner the last three months. But it’s somewhereon the British Isle, likely as far away from Northern Scotland as possible,” said Harry.

SG-1 stood in silence. England? This boy was from England ?

“That’s impossible, we’ve found all the Earth gates,” said Daniel.

“But what if someone has managed to create their own gate? Obviously it didn’t work very well, but it stillworked,” said Carter.

“But even if it was from Earth it would have shown an origin, we know that from experience,” said O’Neil.

“What if-“

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“Hey!” yelled Harry, holding the ring once again to keep him up. “I’m still here! Mind explaining this to me?What went wrong? What was that portal supposed to do?”

“We’re not sure. If we knew where this Voldemort was trying to go it would help,” said Daniel.

“I can’t help you there. I was trying to escape when I happened across the portal. I went through it

accidentally when he showed up. All I know is that it took a lot of magic to open it,” said Harry.

“Then we- did you just say ‘magic’? asked O’Neil.

Harry tensed, then gave a big sigh and nodded. “Yes. And I mean it as just that- magic. That is why I don’tunderstand how you are able to make these portals. It took everything Voldemort had to open one, and heis a wizard, a powerful one. And you all are muggles, opening these portals easily.” He paused and gave awicked smile. “I would love to see his face when he found out muggles could do something easier than hecould.”

SG-1 was still trying to recover from being told that there was magic, and that it had been used to open awormhole. It couldn’t be true… could it?

About then the medical team began to move forward again, making everyone realize Harry still need to betreated.

“Alright, we’ll talk later. But right now we need to get you stitched up. Go with them and they’ll take care of you,” said O’Neil, stepping back.

Harry nodded and climbed onto the stretcher they had brought. “Fine, but there are a couple things I’ll haveto heal myself. Muggle medicines don’t help curse wounds.”

They pushed him out of the gate room quickly, leaving SG-1 thoroughly confused.

Chapter 3

Some hours later…

Daniel was walking towards to the infirmary. Jack had appointed him as the interrogator since he had moresensitive social skills than the others. Not that he wasn’t curious about all the things the boy had said, hewas just afraid that the boy wouldn’t react well to his disbelief in what he called ‘magic.’

When he finally reached the infirmary door, he paused. How should he approach this? He usually tried to beopen minded, but this was going to be difficult. Finally he opened the door and stepped though into… a warzone.

Everything was scattered and broken. Tables were turned over; glass panes shattered, medical instrumentsaskew. The lights were all out, except for candles. In short, it was a disaster.

Daniel stepped through gingerly, trying to avoid stepping on fallen debris. The first thing he noticed uponentering was that there was one bed that hadn’t been disrupted- Harry’s bed.

Dr. Lam came out of her office then and strode quickly over to Dr. Jackson, looking very agitated.

“What happened here? Why didn’t you call the brig and tell us?” asked Daniel.

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“Because, if you would notice, we have no electricity- it all malfunctioned. And in the explosion everyonewas knocked unconscious. I’m the only one to have woken up, and I’m needed here to take care of themall.”

“How? What explosion? It didn’t affect the rest of the compound,” said Daniel, confused.

“I use the term explosion relatively. What happened was that our guest’s heart stopped and we began to useshocks to restart it. But the second the charge went through all this happened. Fortunately, it seemed to dothe job, our friend here is still alive, but it wrecked havoc on the infirmary.”

Daniel walked over to Harry’s bed and righted a chair beside it to sit down. “Go on and tell Jack, I’ll stayhere.”

She seemed reluctant to leave, but went none the less. After she had gone, Daniel turned back to Harry.Though he still looked really beat up, he looked much better than he had. What had the boy been forced toendure to be put in such a bad condition? He had said he was held prisoner for six months by this Voldemortcharacter. What had the man against such a young boy?

It was then that Daniel noticed the stick lying next to the bed. He picked it up carefully, noting the perfect

weighting of it and the craftsmanship employed into its creation.

“Holly with a phoenix feather core, 11 inches,” said a quiet voice to his side.

Daniel looked up to see Harry staring at him with his startling green eyes. Harry blinked and began to feelaround to the side. Daniel, recognizing the search, grabbed the boy’s glasses for him.

“Thanks,” said Harry, putting them on. But once he got a good look at the room he sat up, startled.

“What happened here?” he asked.

“We’re not sure, maybe you can explain it. Your heart stopped and they used shocks to start it back up. Butwhen they did, this happened,” said Daniel.

Harry shook his head, then stopped for a second, seeming to think on something.

Harry nodded and sighed. “I think I know, though I’ve never actually heard of it happening. It would explainwhy all the electricity is out. You see, magic and muggle electricity don’t mix. Around my school electronicdevices won’t even work. The electric shock probably reacted with the magic in my body and caused this.”

‘Magic again. Let’s find out about this magic,’ thought Daniel.

“So, what exactly is this magic you speak of,” asked Daniel.

“It’s exactly that-magic. Not too hard to understand,” said Harry.

“Alright, but what does this magic do? Does it have a purpose?” asked Daniel, still trying to find a reasonableexplanation.

Harry sat for a moment, thinking. What was the purpose of magic? He had never heard of one before.

“Well, it doesn’t have a purpose exactly. Or rather, the purpose doesn’t fit to the magic, the magic fits thepurpose. The wizard casts a spell which causes a transformation and manifestation of the magic to thepurpose you cast the spell. Magic is merely a force wizards wield to their own purpose, yet it still has lawsthat govern it. Do you kind of understand?” Harry asked uncertainly.

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“Maybe if you could show me an example,” suggested Daniel.

“Right. Ok, you have my wand,” Harry pointed at the stick Daniel was still holding. “Now, watch.” Harrystretched out his had and willed the wand to return to his hand. And, to the astonishment of Daniel, it did.

Daniel sat and stared at the wand that had just sailed across from his grip to Harry’s hands. How did he do

that?

Daniel shook his head. “We’ve come across people who could do that before. It’s called telekinesis- rare, butnot magic.”

Harry nodded, “Ok, so you want something more substantial. But just for the record, what I just did tookmonths of wandless magic practice, which few wizards can do. But what else…” He looked around and pickedup a vase that had landed on the floor. He held it up and turned back to Daniel. “This is what we calltransfiguration. Vertere Flora!”

Harry tapped the vase twice sharply and with a blip it turned into a flower before Daniel’s eyes. Though theflower was of ambiguous lineage, it was most definitely not the vase it had been a second before.

Daniel sat in shock. He had wanted proof, and that was proof if anything was. He reached out and took theflower from Harry’s outstretched hand. He felt it over, checking to make sure his eyes had not deceived him.

“Impossible,” whispered Daniel. “It’s just like…”

“Magic,” said Harry, grinning.

Chapter 4

Daniel walked slowly into the conference room, twirling a flower between his fingers, looking deep in

thought. A cough from O’Neil brought him out of his reverie.

O’Neil looked at him expectantly. “Well? What did you find out? And add an explanation as to what happenedwith the shockers while you’re at it.”

Still holding that damn flower, Daniel walked to the front to give his briefing. He stared at the flower for alittle longer, then sat it down carefully on the table. Clearing his through he faced the room of Majors andcolonels, and, of course, General O’Neil.

“What I have to say will be hard for many, if not all of you, to understand and believe. But I swear on my lifethat it is true,” said Daniel.

He picked up the flower and began twirling it again. “In order for you to understand my report, I must make

something abundantly clear; something that I too had a hard time believing even after I saw evidence of itwith my own eyes. And that is this- what the boy, Harry, said earlier is true. There is such a thing as magic.”

“What?” asked O’Neil after a long silence.

“I know what you’re thinking. I didn’t believe it myself at first, until I asked for proof.”

“And what proof did he give you?” asked Carter. She leaned forward, obviously interested despite herself.

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“This,” Daniel held up the flower.

“A flower? He showed you a flower, Daniel?” asked O’Neil, a sarcastic, incredulous look on his face.

“No. He showed me a vase, then he turned it into this.” He twirled the flower between his fingers toemphasize his point.

There was another long pause in which everyone stared at the flower in disbelief.

“No that’s…”

“Impossible?” Harry finished for Carter as he took off a cloak of some strange material that appeared tohave made him invisible to them.

“He has a cloaking device!” shouted one of the colonels as he and several others jumped to their feet.

“Kind of, it’s called an invisibility cloak, made form the hairs of a demiguise. It used to belong to my father,but it was given to me when I was 11.”

Colonel Carter stood slowly and walked toward him. Harry looked at her suspiciously as she reached towardthe cloak.

“May I?” she asked hesitantly, though her curiosity was palpable.

“Yes, but be careful, it’s one of the few things I have left of him parents.”

She nodded and took the cloak, letting the quicksilver material flow over her hands.

“So, what other neat little tricks can you do?” asked Jack innocently.

“What do you want to see?”

Jack looked around and saw a small solid steel table of to the left. “Melt that.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Melt it, sir?”

“Hell, evaporate it if you can,” Jack said, waving Harry over to it.

Harry walked over and stood beside it. He shrugged and lifted his wand. “Well, I guess if you don’t mind… !”

At first O’Neil could see no change, but slowly the table began to glow red, and finally, in about 5 minutestops, the table was an oozing puddle of molten metal.

O’Neil’s eyebrows shot up to his forehead.

“Cool,” was all he could think of to say.

“Did you really turn a vase into that flower?” asked Carter, disbelief still written on her face.

“Yes. It’s called transfiguration. That one was actually rather simple. If I had tried to transfigure that table itwould have been a little more difficult.”

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“Speaking of the table, is there any chance you could… you know… turn it back? Before I have to write upthe paper work explaining how government property ended up as a puddle of ooze.” The look on O’Neil’sface when he mentioned the paperwork was so comical that Harry had a hard time biting back a laugh. Still,he felt sorry for the obviously not desk-happy general.

“I’ll see what I can do. It may not be exactly what it was before, because magical metalworking is a trickyprocess and metals tend to be supersensitive to magic currents and magic signatures.”

“Oh, that’s fine. They’ll never know the difference.”

“Alright, since the metal is cooled down and just about solidified, I’ll levitate it back to my room and work onit later.”

“Okaaaaay…” said O’Neil as he smiled and nodded his head. Harry reflected on what he said.

“Oh yeah, and I can levitate things. It’s a low level spell I learned when I was in 1st year.”

“Riiight... Well, I think this meeting is adjourned. So you have a room already?”

“I took the liberty of setting up his quarters. Their next door to mine,” said Daniel.

“Good. All’s settled. You can take the metal stuff back to your room then. You can get it back to mewhenever.”

“Um… not exactly sir. You still haven’t said exactly what you were going to do with me.”

O, I haven’t, have I?” said O’Neil as a look of consternation crossed his face. Then he shook his head. “We’lltalk about it later. For now you will stay with us as an ‘off-world’ guest.”

“Yes sir,” nodded Harry as he followed Daniel out of the room.

“Well, that went well,” said Daniel as they entered Harry’s rooms.

“Do you think so? He isn’t mad about the table, is he? I mean, I know he said he wasn’t, but…”

“Nah, he wasn’t mad. As a matter of fact, I think he like you,” said Daniel, sitting in a chair off to the side.

“You think so?” asked Harry nervously. He paced a few steps before turning towards the electric fireplace.He stared at it for a minute, the dim light casting a mysterious glow on his features.

Though still sore with several bruises, Harry had managed to heal most of his wounds that Dr. Frasier hadn’tstitched up or otherwise treated. Wounds that Dr. Frasier had said were somehow untreatable Harry hadhealed in a few moments. The possibilities this opened were immeasurable. Daniel could only hope thatO’Neil saw this as well.

Considering all he had just learned that day, Daniel was amazed that he was taking it as well as he was.Magic? Who would have thought?

As Daniel continued to watch Harry, he felt a feeling of immense age roll off from the boy. How couldsomeone so young seem so… ancient? He couldn’t understand it, but he planned to investigate.

Daniel plucked at the chair he was occupying. “You know, you still haven’t really explained how you endedup here, or who you are.”

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“What exactly do you want to know?” asked Harry with a sigh, sounding much older than his 16 years.

“Well, lets start with that scar on your forehead. How did you get that? I expect it was painful.”

“I can’t remember, but it probably was. I got it 15 years ago when the dark wizard Voldemort murdered myparents then tried to kill me.”

Daniel sat in shock. He hadn’t been expecting something like that.

“That’s horrible… but wait… isn’t Voldemort the guy that was holding you prisoner?”

“One and the same. When he tried to kill me when I was little the curse rebounded off me and came back onhim, leaving him all but dead. He was reduced to little more than a ghost. Then in my 4th year at Hogwartshe had his servant kidnap me and then use an ancient ritual to restore him to his body. He used my blood asone of the reagents. I barely escaped with my life and a schoolmate of mine wasn’t even that lucky. Sincethen he has been waging war on the wizarding world and, namely, me. Then I think about three months agohe finally succeeded in capturing me during a raid. He tortured me every day until the day I escaped.”

“My god…” Daniel sat dumbfound. No wonder the boy seemed so aged! Who could do that to anyone, let

alone a kid! Immediately he felt instilled in him a deep seated hate he had felt only once in his life extendedto this Voldemort creature. Creature, because there was no way he could be a man.

‘Jack has to know of this, and he is not going to like it…’

Chapter 5

The day after the first meeting found Harry sitting in yet another meeting; this one concerning his return tohis world.

“The problem is getting hold of your people through whispers and not yells. We’re one classified group tryingto get a hold of another secret group. All this without another secret group, he NID, getting wind of it.” O’Neill clapped his hands together and gave a grin that was more like a grimace. “Oh, the fun. Anyone haveany ideas?”

“If I had my owl Hedwig I would just send her. As it is, I don’t know anything about the wizarding world inthe U.S. I’m pretty sure I slept through that lesson in History class…”

“So, what else? Is there a number we can call up?”

“No. Wizards don’t use telephones, they use owl post or the floo network.”

“What’s the flew network?”

It floo, spelled f-l-o-o, and it’s speaking or traveling by fireplace.”

“Why don’t we use that?” asked O’Neill.

“Because muggle fireplaces aren’t typically hooked to the network, and chances are that none of yours are,since none of you apparently has ties to the wizarding world. Plus, we don’t have the magic powder requiredto do it.”

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“Okaaaay… hat other options are there?”

“Sir,” Harry looked very awkward and looked down at the table and bit his lip before he spoke. “The onlyoption we may have is to fly me back to London. Once I’m there I can find the Leakey Cauldron, a wizardpub in town, and contact my headmaster from there.”

“He’s right, Jack. That may be the only option,” said Daniel.

“Fine then, we’ll send him directly to London. And when I say directly I mean directly, no pit stops. And I’msending SG-1 with him. You guys will keep safe and out of trouble until he’s back in his people’s care. Who’sthis headmaster that you mentioned?”

“His name is Albus Dumbledore and he’s the Headmaster of my school, Hogwarts. He’s the leader of theresistance against Voldemort and the only man Voldemort has ever feared. He’s also my trainer andcommander, as such.”

“Then it’s him we’ll be expecting to pick you and no one else. Understood?”

“Yes sir,” said SG-1 plus Harry.

“Alright then, matter settled. I’ll arrange a flight for tomorrow morning. Be ready to go.

It ended up being that they left at about 5 in the morning, much earlier than to Harry’s liking.

It took about 9 straight hours to reach London, and Harry was glad when the flight finally came to a stop.

“That has got to be the most boring form of flight ever created.”

“Which do you prefer? Hang gliding?” asked Daniel.

“Broomstick flying, actually…”

Daniel’s eyebrows rose. “Oh,” was all he could think of to say. ‘Of course, broomsticks… how could I forget?’

It took about an hour and a half to find all their luggage (Daniel’s alone was lost for a little over half anhour). Finally they summoned a cab outside and drove to the hotel O’Neil had arranged for them.

Since they had arrived so late in the evening the group decided to wait until the next day to start about thebusiness of contacting the wizards.

“Are you sure you know where it is? I mean, it has to be hidden pretty well for people not to notice it…”

“You forget- we have magic. A few spells and no muggles can find it and no one can plot it on a map. That’sthe way this place is. Muggles can’t see it, their eyes slide right past it, but wizards can.”

“Well, that’s useful,” said Daniel. “Too bad we don’t have that kind of technology.”

“We do have some cloaking technology, but no where near enough power to hide our whole base,” saidCarter.

“So you can make some things invisible, but without magic?” asked Harry, interest piqued. They hadexplained what it was they did, and needless to say Harry had been about as stunned about that as they hadbeen about his magic. But they hadn’t given him many details.

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“Yeah, it’s technology we’ve picked up from a couple of races, especially the gouald.”

“What’s a ‘gouald’?”

“It’s a race of snake-like aliens who take possession of humanoids and think that they are gods. You mightbe familiar with a few of them- Ra, Nirrti, Osiris, Anubis…”

“You’re kidding- the Egyptian gods? You know, that’s really weird when you tie it with our history.Supposedly the first wizards sprung up in three areas- central and southern Mexico, Egypt, and of course, inthe present day U.K. area. According to all legends they were people ‘chosen by the gods’.”

“Really? So is it genetic?”

“As far as know, yes. Though wizards are born from non-magic parents too.”

“It could just be recessive through those lines…” said Carter.

“So, do you think that wizards were created by these gouald?” ask Harry.

“I don’t know, it sounds like something that they would do; and have done to some degree, like Nirrti whenshe was experimenting on Cassandra's people. She was attempting to ‘breed’ a human with psychic abilities.But I doubt that they would have given up so easily, especially since it seems to have worked so well.”

“But what if they became afraid of the wizards? What if hey became too powerful to control?” thought Danielout loud.

“What if… they started an uprising?” Carter quirked her eyebrow as she proposed her thought.

“Like the one that finally drove them away…” said Daniel as things began to clear up.

They all sat in silence for a moment, considering the implications for what they were saying.

“Wow, that’s weird,” said Harry as he considered the thought that he might be descended from alienexperimentations.

“Let’s not jump ahead of ourselves. Besides, this isn’t exactly a secure location…” said Carter, giving heroom a suspicious look.

“True, I vote we turn in for the night and leave conspiracy theories to the Star Trek freaks and ‘I Believe’ t-shirt supporters,” said Daniel.

“I agree,” said Teal’c, the first thing he’d said all night.

“Good night everyone,” Harry said as he climbed into bed as Carter and Teal’c left for their room, leaving

Harry and Daniel alone.

Daniel was digging through his bag for his pajamas, turning aside every now and then to sneeze. Obviouslythe England Air wasn’t agreeing with him.

“So, are you looking forward to going back?”

Harry sat and thought- was he happy about going back? All he’d been thinking of was his duty to fight. Hehad to go back, they needed him to fight.

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“I don’t really know. I want to see my friends again, don’t misunderstand. But really, it’s just that I don’thave a choice. I have to go back and fight.”

“You don’t have to,” said Daniel. It saddened him to hear the kid speak like that, like a trained soldier. Harrywasn’t old enough to have that kind of weight on him.

“Yes, I do. You don’t understand,” Harry sighed.

All of a sudden he looked and sounded much older than Daniel had seen up till then. Daniel could almost seethe terrible weight lay itself on the boy’s shoulders as they began to sink with the effort of holding a wholeworld, like Atlas remade.

“What don’t I understand? You’re too young, no one would blame you for not throwing yourself to theforefront…”

“But they would,” Harry stopped and bit his lip. He looked on the verge of telling him something, and Danielsat forward expectantly.

Up till now Harry had avoided telling the muggles about his role in the war. They knew nothing of his fame

and most definitely not about the implications of the prophecy. But suddenly, Harry felt so tired of his stoicappearance, tired of keeping is secrets. He just wanted someone to talk to.

Harry looked over at Daniel. He was sitting forward with care and worry in his eyes. Harry decided.

“There are some things I haven’t told you, about myself and this war. You know, or course, that thewizarding world is at war and that Voldemort hates me and why, remember?”

Daniel nodded.

“Well, what you don’t know is the consequences of his failing to kill me and his own temporary downfall.After that night I became famous overnight, literally. Before I could walk or talk every wizard or witch in theworld knew my name. So when I first came into the wizarding world when I was 11, even though I knew

nothing of that world, that whole world and every human and creature in it knew me. And almost all of themhad this preconceived vision of greatness about me.”

Daniel could hear the bitterness in Harry’s voice as he got up and began pacing while he told his story.Daniel sadly thought that he knew where this was leading…

“So even before all this mess started the wizarding world saw me as their savior, and treated me thus- thepros and cons both. I was treated like royalty by most, with cold dislike by others. It was either one extremeor the other it seemed. And above all, by both sides, I was expected to be a little ‘golden boy’ who didnothing wrong, and God help me if I wasn’t.”

His voice slowly worked up from bitter to resentful. Daniel could see his teeth clench and lips purse infrustration. Daniel’s face fell. Yes, he new where this was going…

“So you see, now that Voldemort is back, who else would they turn to? ‘He destroyed him once, he can do itagain,’ thy think. And the sad thing is, they’re right. I do have to fight him. It is me who has to destroyhim.”

“Harry, you don’t…”

“Yes, Dr. Jackson, I do,” said Harry a little angrily. But Daniel wasn’t offended- he knew from experiencewith Jack that it wasn’t necessarily directed at him, more at the whole situation.

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Harry rubbed his face. Daniel could see him grimace and knew it had to be bad.

“Dr. Jackson… do you have any experience with… prophesies?”

Daniel tensed. That was unexpected.

“A little, yeah… why?” Now he really was worried. Who was this boy that he had prophesies concerning him?Surely it couldn’t be that bad…

Harry sighed and hung his head. “I haven’t told this to anyone, not even my friends. A prophesy was madebefore I was born. But through events I was tagged as the one it concerned, or one of the two.” Harrygrinned hatefully at the opposing door and laughed a bitter laugh that sent a shiver down Daniel’s spine. “Myfavorite part was where it said ‘Either must die at the hands of the other for neither can live while the othersurvives…’”

‘Either must die at the hands of the other….

My God.’.

Chapter 6

It was 6 am when everyone was finally up and moving. Harry wasn't thrilled, but after the restless night hewas ready to get up and move, anything to divert his thoughts from what he was going back to. All night hehad been bothered by dreams of a faceless crowd pushing him towards a cell door. He fought and pleadedagainst them but they just kept pushing him forward, like a lamb to the slaughter. Once at the door itopenned and he found himself back in Voldemort's torture chambers. Next thing he knew he was hanging byhis wrists, the old whip scars searing on his back. And Voldemort stepped forward and with a cry cast AvadaKedavra. From there he heard the events of the Halloween night 15 years prior, and would wake in a coldsweat. He was only happy that he never cried aloud, so he didn't think he had disturbed Daniel.

Unbeknownst to Harry, Daniel was fully aware of his night troubles. He had woken during the night to findHarry soaking, tossing and turning fretfully and muttering quietly under his breath. He thought it soundedlike Harry was trying to plead with someone not to make him do something. And then a little later he beggedfor forgiveness for some unknown wrong. When Harry woke suddenly from his nightmares Daniel pretendedto be asleep. He figured Harry probably was trying not to disturb him, and Daniel did not want to makeHarry feel uncomfortable, though he was dying to ask the boy what he saw.

With this in mind, neither mentioned anything of their discussion last night and Harry's night timeconfessions, though Daniel fully intended on having a long talk with Jack upon their return. There had to besomething they could do...

Daniel knew he was becoming more then a little attatched to Harry. He was becoming down right protectiveof the misfated boy. He only wished here was something he could do to help his situation. He almost wished

he didn't have to take him back.

But as it was, they headed out into London at about 7:30 in the morning, ready to search out this 'LeakyCauldron'...

Fortunately, it appeared Harry did indeed have an idea where they were going. He would tell them if theywent too far in any one direction or occasionally remembered certain turns. About an hour into the drive,

just when they thought that the cab driver was about to leap back and strangle them, Harry jumped-

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"Wait! I recognize these stores! Here! Let us out here!"

The cab pulled over and Harry leapt out, striding quickly down the side walk. He reached a corner, lookedaround, and turned to his right. As SG-1 scrambled out to catch up with him, Daniel just managed toconvince the cabby to wait a minute for them before he dashed off after the others.

When he got around the corner, the first thing he noticed was Harry's ashen face.

Daniel came up to him, and Harry turned toward him, but his gaze was unfocused, as if he couldn't even seehim.

"Harry? What's wrong? Where is it?"

"It's... It's not there... nothing is here... it's gone..."

Chapter 7

"What do you mean it's gone?'

Daniel sat Harry down. He understood Carter's confusion, but his first priority was making sure Harry didn'tpass out. An unconcious Harry could not give them answers.

Harry still seemed a little shocked. Daniel lifted his head so he was looking into his eyes.

"Harry, can you hear me? What do you mean it's gone?"

Harry shook his ehad, as if to clear it. It seemed to work a little because he finally seemed to see himinstead of look through him.

"It's... it's not here. It should be here, this is where it's supposed to be... but it isn't. It just... doesn't exist. Idon't understand, it should be here..."

Suddenly Daniel heard Carter make an intake of breath. He spun around and could almost see an idea crassover he face.

"Samantha, what is it?"

"I just though of something... what if Harry isn't from our world?"

"But we know his's from Earth..."

"No, I mean our world. Our Earth. What if..."

"A parallel universe," Daniel finished. Of course! That would explain alot...

"What are you talking about?" asked Harry vaguely.

"We've encountered... other versions of our reality before. A universe where events are changed, but it isessentially similar to ours. You may be from one of these alternate universes. That would explain why thereis no trace of your wizarding world here," said Carter.

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"I think this may be correct. However, I do not look forward to telling O'Neil," said Teal'c.

"Hmm... true. Nothing for it though..." said Daniel.

"So... what do I do now?" asked Harry quietly. He looked up at Daniel, and he felt more lost and alone thanhe ever had till then. He knew there was a chance, perhaps a big chance, of these people leaving him SOL in

this alternate version of his reality.

Daniel could see these sad thoughts run through Harry's mind, and for the first time he could truelysympathize with im. Too often the boy had been abandoned, forgotten, or otherwise left to fend on his own.Daniel understood this.

He knealt and pulled Harry into a hug that he was too tired and overwhelmed to resist.

"You're coming back with us, Harry. We won't leave you , not now or ever. I promise we will try to find away back to your world. But for now, let's go home."

Chapter 8

It was a short, sad trip to England, and Harry felt a pang of homesickness as the plane lifted off Britishground. But he felt something else, something his heart had only hinted at till then- relief. He hadn't realized

just how much stress he had built up when he thought he was going back. But now he knew- he didn't wantto go back. At least, not yet. Perhaps he could learn something from these muggles that could give him anadvantage over Voldemort.

Besides, it was the first place where he actually felt... at home. He doubted it was the military atmosphere,though that was definitely at home with him. It was the people, SG-1, including the General. They made himfeel important without putting all the expectations on him that the wizarding world had. They just knew himfor who he was, not for something that had happened beyond his memory, and it was him that they madefeel important, not his powers.

Soon enough they were pulling back up to the Cheyenne Mountain base, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief as they re-entered his new haven.

"You realize, we're going to have to explain everything to Jack. And by everything I mean everything," saidDaniel, giving him a meaningful look. Carter and Teal'c gave a slightly confused one while Harry consideredthat aspect of his situation. It wasn't that he didn't like the general, but he wasn't sure he trusted him thatmuch yet. What if he was like Dumbledore- essentially good, but more than willing to use him, Harry, as apawn in his war games. Harry hated being so cynical, but experience had led him to have an innate distrustof authority figures.

So what should he tell him? Obviously he would have to tell him everything he told Daniel, but he couldrequest the general not divulge the information to anyone else, and hope he kept his word. But what of

other things? Like his powers? They had no idea the extent of his abilities. If they did, he would probably beconsidered a security risk, which by all means he was. No, he would only inform them of his basic skills as awizard, not his ‘special’ skills he was forced to acquire over the past couple years.

That decided, he nodded his conformation before turning towards the window at this left side, completelymissing the look of suspicion that flitted across Teal'c’s face.

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They had just walked into the building when a young private stepped forward to notify them of the general’srequest they come directly to him for a debriefing.

As they began file into the briefing room, O'Neil began to ask, "So how did it-" until he caught sight of Harry,still with them. "Okaaay... obviously not as planned. What went wrong?"

"We hit a kink but we have a possible explanation for it."

"And?"

"You aren't going to like it."

O'Neil rolled his eyes. "Oh, and I just love guessing games..."

"We followed Harry's directions to the pub. But when we arrived, it wasn't there."

"What do you mean, 'wasn't there'. You mean you couldn't see it?"

"No, sir," said Harry quietly. "We mean it wasn't there at all, it didn't exist."

"So you lied?"

"No, I swear I didn't lie! It's complicated... I'll let SG-1 explain their theory..."

"We think Harry is from an alternate universe."

"Jack?"

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"You're joking right?" asked Jack.

"No, actually," Daniel sighed. "It makes sense Jack. Harry is from an alternative Earth where magic ispossible-"

"But he manages it very nicely here as well," pointed out O'Neil.

"Yes, but magic isn't something that just manifests through surroundings- it's bred into me. It flows throughmy veins, not in the air," said Harry. "So I very well could do magic elsewhere. It just so happens that magicdoesn't run in the blood of those here."

O'Neil rubbed his temples. "So, how does this affect us?"

"Basically, it just means that Harry is stuck here a little longer than expected."

"And how am I supposed to explain this to the President?"

"Off-world guest?" suggested Daniel.

"That would work, except for all the clearance and red tape that would go up around him."

"What if you just told him the truth?" asked Harry.

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There was a pause as the others considered it.

"An all or nothing tactic- pass or fail. I like it," said O'Neil, smiling at Harry. "Now, if you would excuse me, Ihave a call to make."

While the others left the room quickly, Daniel and Harry lingered behind. O'Neil, seeing this, stayed put and

took a deep, resigning breath.

'Damn! I knew there was going to be more to it than that. It was too easy. But why did they wait till theothers left?"

"Umm... Jack, there's something more we have to discuss with you," said Daniel.

"I was guessing that," said Jack sarcastically.

"It's about me, and the reasons why I was where I was before I cam here," said Harry taking one of theseats by the general.

For the next half hour Harry explained everything to the general. From the attack on him when he was a

babe to the days of torture n Voldemort's lair. He never gave too many details on just what had happened tohim down in those dungeons, but what he alluded to set both Jack and Daniel's blood to boiling. To Jack thiswas all new, and so the anger built up was fresh and un-tempered. For Daniel, though it came as nowsurprise to him, it re-affirmed his hatred for that monster, Voldemort.

When Harry was done with his story there was a moment of silence as Jack considered all this. If he hadbeen unsure before on whether to keep Harry around or not, he was not now. He resolved to help the boy asmuch as possible. He had wondered why the boy hadn't been more upset to find himself farther from homethan expected; now it made sense. And if he interpreted the look in the boy's eyes correctly, it wasn't pityhe wanted. No, he was a warrior. Fate had chosen wisely. And so if he guessed right, Harry would use all histime and energies here looking for something that would give him an edge against this Voldemort.

'I'll see what I can do about that,' thought Jack, setting a mental note to discuss possibilities with Harry

later.

To them, Jack nodded. "Thank you for telling me this. Obviously, since you waited for the others to leave,you wish this to remain hush-hush..."

"That would be preferable, sir," said Harry.

"But, if you wouldn't mind, I would like to inform the President of the general idea of the story, because one,it would lend some support and sympathies for you staying here, and two, I feel I should inform him of thepossible threat of this Voldemort idiot. If he managed to open a portal once, he'll probably figure it outagain, if you catch my drift," said O'Neil.

Harry nodded. Of course, it made sense. They would have to prepare for the possibility of this maniac

walking through their back door, so to speak.

General O'Neil clapped his hands together, obviously content with what had been discussed and settled."Well, that's done. If there's nothing more to discuss, I have a mountain of paper work to make this allofficial as well as a very interesting call to the President to make."

Daniel and Harry stood together, moving to the door.

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"Daniel! Hang back a second, I have something to ask you about. Can you find your way back to your roomon your own yet, Harry?"

"Sure. It's no worse than my school," said Harry as he left. He had a good feeling who the general topic of that discussion was going to be, and was going to leave them to it.

Once Harry had left, Jack turned to Daniel. Now that he didn't have to worry about offending Harry, Jackshowed the worry and anger he had been feeling as the story unfolded.

Jack turned and poured himself and Daniel something more substantial than a beer from his hidden stash.'Wow, Jack must be really pissed. I wonder from which part?'

"So Daniel, how long have you know about this?" Jack asked without turning around, in a deceptively calmvoice.

'Shit! Shit! Diffuse! Diffuse!'

"Umm... not very long, actually. I mean, I knew some about what had happened to his parents, and hementioned the war, and said he had been tortured and all before we left for Britain, but it was all in the

evening after the first meeting. After that I never got a chance to catch you to the side so Harry didn't seeme telling you. But he never gave me as many details as he gave you today, just the general facts."

Jack nodded. Though still angry, it was obvious that Daniel had managed to divert what little bit of histemper had been aimed at him.

Jack gave a forceful sigh as he handed Daniel his drink. Daniel, who knew only too well how Jack could getin one of his moods, was glad to see that he didn't look to be after much alcohol, at least not yet. Just a littlesomething to relax his nerves.

After downing the contents of the small glass, Jack ran his hands over his face.

"Is there anything else you think I should know concerning him? Anything at all?"

"He's... older than he looks. Not physically, I mean, he is 16... but his mental age is much, much older thanthat. To make it worse, he has nightmares about it all. He had them when we were staying in the hotel. Andby his automatic instinct to keep quiet I'd say he's been punished for making a ruckus with them before,which means a) he probably has had them often in the past, and b) his family life is probably zip. And hisemotional stage... I hesitate to say it, but he seems to go back and forth between a childlike naiveté and anold man's cynicism. Reminds me a lot of you, actually..."

"Hey! You calling me old?" said Jack in a weak attempt to light the mood, though his heart was obviously notit.

"Listen Jack, the boy's not had a father figure, or at least not much of one I'd gather. Be careful."

"What do you mean?"

"It's the way he is when he's around you. It's the way all kids seem to get. I think he might come to see youin that light. He already puts weight on what you think of him, and as you can see, he really doesn't haveany need for worries like that, but he does."

"Sure, but why be careful?"

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"Can you imagine what it would be like for him if he began to think of you as a father, and then he had toleave? Or if there was a fight and an estrangement between the two of you? I'm not saying you shouldn'ttake the boy under your wing, just... be careful."

Daniel was right. This was a touchy situation, one he would have to approach carefully. Jack nodded.

"I see what you mean, and I agree. But there's something else I would like to discuss with you. Somethingwhich may make his stay here a little nicer, or at least more comfortable."

"What?"

Chapter 9

And though I don’t typically respond to specific reviews, there are a few things I’d like to broach:

First off, it would not kill Voldemort. Magic binding or not he is now a fully resurrected being. Besides, it

would be because he drained the environment that he didn’t drain himself. So Voldie is perfectly safe in ch.1.

Second, I do realize it moves a little quicker on the ‘Magic is real’ section, but I don’t think even SG-1 hasever seen anyone transfigure an inanimate object to something semi-alive (the flower) with a wooden stick.If it makes you feel any better, let’s say that they did an analysis on the wand, realized it really was justwood with a feather in it, and thus have no other explanation for it. Besides, magic doesn’t have to bemagical- like ‘psychic’ powers it’s hereditary and if he is from an alternate universe than that would kind of go along with it. But now I’m treading on dangerous ground… I don’t want to give any plot points away, nowwould I? ; )

Third- The mistake with Dr. Frasier is once again a big awful bad on my part. God, I seem to have quite afew of those. By the time that this chapter is up, I should have replaced Dr. Frasier’s name with someoneelse’s. I missed a large gap in the latest part of the SG-1 series I’m afraid (I hate not having cable) and

never realized that Dr. Frasier had died. But I’ve looked it up and you’re absolutely right. That shall be fixed.

I dedicate this to all my reviewers for keeping me at it, even through my FMA obsession…

So here you are Quillian… I hope you enjoy!

I think that is it… so on with the show!

Ch. 9

The next day found Harry sitting on his bed reading a report he had found in the SGC's personal library- 'AReport on Kel’nor’eim'. Obviously, there were these off-world, humanoid aliens called the Jaffa, carrying

within them a 'symbiote' which seemed to Harry to be a baby gouald. These jaffa served as guards to thegouald, as their symbiote gave them immense strength, longevity, and immunity to just about every form of disease and could heal almost any physical wound. This 'kel’nor’eim' appeared to be a form of meditationthat allowed a symbiote to heal the body as well as other functions.

'Though those particular reasons behind the kel’nor’eim are useless to me, I may be able to find other usesfor such a deep occlusion of self. Perhaps this form of meditation will be deep enough for me to find whatI'm looking for.'

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He also thought about the benefits of having one of those symbiotes. Those attributes given to the Jaffacould definitely help in the war against Voldemort. Too bad they were considered evil. And beyond that hewas unsure how such a change in his body would affect his magic, something he was unwilling to risk.

It was about then that Harry heard a knock on his door.

"Come in General," Harry yelled at the door from his desk, not looking up. He could sense who it was fromthe other side of the wall. Unfortunately, in his distraction, he had forgotten his intentions to hide hisabilities from the others.

Jack came in and gave Harry a funny look. "How did you know it was me?"

Harry realized his mistake a little late and did some quick thinking.

"Logical reasoning. Your knock was different from Dr. Jackson's, and no one else has come to visit me here.Besides, I had a hunch you would be coming to speak to me soon."

"Uh-huh," said O'Neil.

Harry though, 'He doesn't buy it.' But O'Neil didn't press the issue. Instead, he came up and looked overHarry's shoulder at what he was reading.

"'A Report on Kel’nor’eim.' Interesting reading."

"It is interesting, sir. I meditate myself, but this is a whole different level of meditation."

"You know, if you want to know a little more first hand information on kel’nor’eim, you could go and askTeal'c about it. I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you know? Teal'c used to be a Jaffa, First Prime to Apophis, actually, if you know what that is. That'swhy he has that gold lookin' thing on his forehead."

"Teal'c used to be a jaffa? How did he end up here? And on SG-1 fighting against the gouald at that. Don'tthe jaffa believe they are serving a god?"

"Yes, but some can be made to see the truth. Teal'c listened to us and believed. Plus, he had his ownreasons to hate the gouald. But if you're interested in that, you should go ask him yourself. But just beprepared for along stay. Teal'c is a man of few words, but in this one area he's extremely outspoken, forgood reason."

"I think I may do that. But that couldn't have been the original reason for this visit."

"No it wasn't. Actually, I have a couple things to discuss with you. One, while I'm on the thought, is whatyou could do while you're stuck here. I've talked to the President, and he's agreed to allow you access tomost places on the base. And the only one's you aren't allowed in you wouldn't find very interestinganyways, trust me.

So after this a tour of the base will be in order. We have a 24/7 gym open to us on the base- that will be oneof our first stops. And if you're interested, either me or any of SG-1 (though I wouldn't recommend Daniel)would be happy to spar with you and teach you stuff in our off time. Also, there is a firing range, though wecan't give you anything substantial, we have dart guns, cap guns, b-b guns, and paintball guns. And if gunsaren't your thing, I can arrange a crossbow or something to be brought out. You've obviously already found

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our library, such as it is. That of course is open to you whenever you like. Just make sure whatever youborrow is brought back in good condition. Some of that stuff is pretty important to us. I would suggest thereports on alien weaponry and shield technology; you might find them interesti- why are you grinning at melike that?"

And Harry was grinning. As General O'Neil went through his list of things and places that Harry could spendhis time, he noticed one thing- everything O'Neil mentioned was war oriented. Harry had seen plenty of innocuous things to occupy his time with. The place had its own game room for Merlin's sake! But O'Neildidn't mention any of these. If Harry had been considering trying to keep his 'training' secret from all thosehere, he lost hope of that. O'Neil was smarter than he let on. Sure, he made himself off to be a bit of anidiot, but the man's mind was just as keen, if not more so, than Dr. Jackson's. He appeared to have noquestions on Harry's ulterior motives for staying here. More over, he appeared to agree. With O'Neilsupporting and even aiding his training, it was bound to go a lot smoother. This was why Harry grinned.

"Do you realize that everything you just mentioned was battle oriented?"

"Well, I'm a military man myself. Just thought you might be bored..."

"Let's cut the crap, shall we?" said Harry, still smiling. "You guessed, correctly I might add, that I intend tocontinue my training here. My questions are these- what are you willing to teach me? What do you want inreturn? And how much do you want to know?"

"O'Neil kept a politely perplexed look on his face as he listened to Harry's words. The boy was smart. Hemost definitely wasn't one to fool with. But then again, neither was O'Neil. But it didn’t seem Harry was at allbothered by O'Neil's correct inferring of his intents. So Jack plunged on ahead.

"Well, I guess I'm willing to teach just about anything you may need or want to know. But if it's anythingscientific or otherwise academic you'd be better off either with Daniel or Colonel Carter. They're our brains,and I'm sure they wouldn't mind.

"As for returning favors... I'm not much for guilt trips and black mail, but a little side help occasionally... say,healing wounded and such... wouldn't be turned down. I know you healed some pretty big boo-boos onyourself, more than even our battle-proven Dr. Lam could handle. That sort of thing would be appreciated."

Harry nodded in acquiescence as O'Neil continued.

"And for the last question... I'm not sure I know what you mean."

"Bull shit," said Harry casually with a grin. "I saw the look you and Teal'c shared yesterday when I passedyou both together in the corridor. You were discussing me, and the fact that both of you believe I'm hidingsomething. Though more is hidden from him than from you, there are some things hidden from all of you.So my question stands- what and how much do you want to know?"

"Why have you been keeping it a secret?"

"To be honest, I'm afraid you'll kick me out of here, saying I'm a security risk," Harry said matter-of-factly.Then he turned his face down and started picking at some fuzz as he said quietly, "Merlin knows I've beenkicked out of places in the past because I was a hazard."

" Are you a security risk?"

"Just depends if you mind me know things I probably shouldn't," said Harry, still picking at the fuzz.

"Where else have you been kicked out of?"

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Harry gave a small, dark chuckle. "First, my last living relatives, the Dursleys, kicked me out of the houseinto the waiting arms of Voldemort's servants because they wouldn't put faith in the protective charmsaround the house, put there by a powerful wizard to protect us from those very people. It was by sheerpower and luck I wasn't captured then. After that it was found out that my link with Voldemort, no matterhow trained my mind was, would still function, opening up the possibility of him spying through meunwillingly. Therefore, I wasn't allowed to go anywhere I might possibly hear information concerning theresistance. Basically saying, 'We expect you to die for our cause but you're not allowed to know when and

how.' Then, to top it all off, I wasn't allowed to go anywhere else except for the school- not event he greaterportion of the grounds. And when I was allowed out, it was only with escort and when there was no chanceof by standing casualties. So I was a prisoner of my school with nothing to do but research and train.Though I'm sure that made the 'Powers that Be' of the Order perfectly happy."

Jack listened to Harry's tirade. The pieces of the puzzle that was Harry Potter were beginning to fall intoplace. When he heard the part about the boy's own family deserting him, it took every ounce of his restraintto keep his own anger from showing on his face. How could they betray their own flesh and blood like that?As if his life wasn't hard enough, with that asshole out to get him. Then again, Daniel had mentioned earlierthe possibility of abuse and/or neglect from his family from his control of his nightmares...

As if reading his mind, Harry continued, "But the reaction from my relatives wasn't that surprising. They'venever really been what I'd call 'family.' They hate magic and therefore hate me. It was those in my world

that tried to hide me and use me at the same time that bothered me." Now for the first time he lookedO'Neil directly in the eye, no sarcastic smile to soften the guarded stare the boy gave him. "I would like anassurance that I won't face similar use here."

'So that's why he's always so guarded around me. 'Fool me once- shame on you, fool me twice- shame onme.'

"Don't worry about that. Any help you are willing to give will be appreciated, but not expected."

Harry nodded and there was a pause where neither said anything. Then Harry, looking slightly less tense,repeated in a quiet voice, "What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

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Three hours later, O'Neil left Harry's room an amazed man. The boy- no, not a boy, definitely not a kid-Harry - had explained, in more detail, the nature of his situation back in his world. Jack was inwardly shockedat all the things Harry had been forced to endure all his life. If it had been him, he would have long agogiven them all the birdie and a big 'kiss my ass' and disappeared. But Harry had not, though he definitelydeserved to do so. Moreover, he understood . Resented the hell out of it, but didn't question it, just acceptedit as his role in life.

He had never had a real childhood. And while Jack wished he could try to make up for that while Harry wasthere, he knew it would be wrong. Harry wouldn't- perhaps couldn't- accept it. The bastards back in thatworld of his had done quite a job on him. He was fully programmed to their needs with virtually no thought

to himself. That perhaps Jack could work on.

But that hadn't been all. Harry had explained, and gave examples of, things he could do that few others inhis world could. The thing that had most disturbed him was Harry's example of what he called 'legilimancy'...

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"You can read minds?"

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"Erm... not exactly. It's hard to explain... like my teacher told me, the mind isn't like a book, you can't just open it and peruse it at will. It's more like... impressions. You can see other people's memories and sensetheir emotions and intents. And it depends on the skill of the legilimens and the blocking skill of the 'victim' how much the intruder can sense. For instance, Voldemort and I both can sense when someone is lying tous. And it's possible to glimmer surface thoughts from those nearby.

"Like what?"

"Like the other day when I passed you and Colonel Carter I received strong impressions of desire from bothof you."

"What!"

"Are you surprised?"

"Yes! Well, not exactly about that- but-"

It had infuriated him to see the laughter in Harry's eyes. But when he realized it was the first time he had seen that in him, it cooled him considerably.

Harry just shook his head and aid, "Don't worry, I won't be going around spreading word of it. Especially asit would require me to divulge how I found out, and that's not an option."

"Yes, well, that's good because Colonel Carter and I could both face issues with our jobs if anything started circulating about us..."

"Don't worry. I know what it is to keep a secret."

'Yes, I suppose you do,' O'Neil had thought.

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While hearing Harry's story, O'Neil's resolve to on him was strengthened, and he had decided on a few otherthings to do for him. Things his family obviously hadn't.

O'Neil knew it was dangerous to get this close to the teen, but he couldn't help himself. He had never met akid who had been so deprived but was so deserving of all the world had to offer. He was powerful yetselfless, resentful yet understanding, cynical yet naive in so many ways. As far as O'Neil could tell, Harry'sheart was pure gold.

'Definitely going to have to arrange a few more things,' thought O'Neil as he headed up to his office to makea few more calls on Harry's behalf.

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Chapter 10

Second, I’m sorry to say that the poll I originally put down on my author’s page is now null and void- I’vestarted a different completely unexpected fic called ‘Arches and Gates’ which is a crossover betweenFullmetal Alchemist and Harry Potter and that has taken precedence over the others. I would love it if some

of you would like to read it. If not, I’m sorry for the change in plans- I guess my muse had different ideas forme.

Chapter 10

The next day found Daniel, Carter, and O'Neil all three knocking on Harry's door.

Harry, never an early riser by choice, drug himself to the door and peeked through a crack, his hair stickingin all manner of impossible angles. His first thought of the day was-

'Why do they look so happy?'

And indeed all three were grinning from ear to ear and, before Harry could decided whether to curse them or just close the door they had shoved their way into the room.

"Good morning, Harry! Glad to see you're up," said O'Neil.

Harry gave them a look that plainly said, 'Get to the point if you want to make it out of here unscathed.'

"Guess you'd be wondering why we're here. So straight to the point- I made a few calls yesterday andarranged a rather large allowance for you to go and buy stuff. You know- clothes, accessories… things tohave around to make your stay here a little more comfortable. We figured you shouldn't have to wearmilitary fatigues all the time."

Harry stood in shock. They were going to take him shopping?

"Mind if I ask how this came about?"

"Well, we don't know how long you're going to be staying, it could be for a while," said Daniel.

"And chances are you're going to get chances to come off base. You'd be happy then to have some 'normal'clothes to change into," said Carter.

"And you might as well get some other stuff to make your space a little more homey," said O'Neil.

Harry's heart swelled with affection for the three of them, standing, waiting to see his reaction. His eyes slidto O'Neil. He in particular appeared to be anxious. Harry relaxed his mind enough to just catch a glimpse off the top of the man's mind.

What he got was mainly a jumble of yesterday's conversation with him. But he got the just- O'Neil wasdoting on him. It wasn't that he pitied Harry- he honestly wanted to help him feel at home. This fact alonewas what kept Harry from being offended, and so he smiled at his new friends. A true Harry smile.

And they knew it. The whole time they had known him, even in his more relaxed moments, he had neveractually smiled, and there always seemed to be a weight that kept him from it. But now the three of themsaw a glimmer of what Harry could have and should have been allowed to be- himself, a teenager.

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'Maybe there is some hope,' thought O'Neil, as did Daniel. And even Carter, though much less informed thanthe other two, felt the same.

"So, how fast can you get ready to go?" asked Carter with a grin.

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Much later that day Harry, Carter, and Daniel returned (O'Neil opted out on the actual shopping experience)loaded with bags and boxes of clothes and various items. The experience ended up being much harder andmore stressful than Harry had thought possible. Before, when wearing muggle clothes, he had just wornDudley's old clothes, fashionable or not. Now that he actually had a choice of styles, he didn't know what hepreferred. So he decided to go with fashionable yet productive. He found that he preferred cargo pantsbecause they were comfortable and because he could more, and thus fight, easily in them. So he bought afew pairs of khaki cargos. And from a strange store called 'Hot Topic' he bought several pairs of their lessbaggy styles. By far his favorite pair came fro this store- black with green stitching that nearly matched hiseyes. Actually, he bought quite a few things from this store, including t-shirts in varying degrees of insultinghumor, a pair of combat-like buckle boots, and a long trench coat of sorts. It kind of reminded him of a crossbetween dress and war robes in leather.

And speaking of war robes, at his instigation he insisted on have a few sets tailored for him. When askedwhy, al he said was 'just in case.' The person who tailored them to Harry's specifications gave them a weirdlook, but Harry 'explained' that he was having them made for he and a couple of friends for a costume partythy were going to attend. Harry wasn't sure he had bought it, but who would have listened to the man evenif he knew the truth?

Along this same route, Harry was astounded to find shops that sold things like an apothecary. Obviouslythese muggles had no clue what the reagents could make, but Harry did. So he bought a large stock of ingredients as well as a cauldron (Harry had been shocked to find they actually sold them), again to manystrange looks. And on this one even Daniel and Carter had to raise a couple eyebrows in question.

"What do you plan to do with that?" asked Carter as they left.

"Make potions of course," said Harry.

"Oh, of course," said Daniel, and Harry realized that they were doubting the possibility of being able to do itusing anything from one of those stores.

"Believe it or not, magic isn't all wand waving. Potions are actually quite important and it's a 'core class' assuch. Those muggles have no clue what stuff they could make from the ingredients they sell. I mean, theyprobably think they do, but not really," said Harry.

"I'd like to watch you make one, if you don't mind," said Carter curiously.

"Sure. I'll even teach you how to make a healing draught if you like."

And so the day went. Aside from clothes and potions ingredients, Harry bought a heavy Irish cross necklace,a journal, candles, a set of weights (for the potions), some pointy crystals, a large, deep set mirror, a coupleleather belts with some extra lengths of leather out of which he could make wand holsters, some chalk, purewhite sand, some good cuts of cedar and apple wood, two new pairs of glasses (silver w/ oval rims and blackw/ small rectangle rims, both with transition lenses), and a pair of contacts. This, of course, spawned thequestion of why he hadn't fixed his eyesight with magic, which Harry honestly couldn't answer straight.

"I think I read somewhere that it had something to do with the eyes being a 'window to the soul' orsomething, but I could be wrong. Either way, I've never come across a spell to do so. And I have lookbefore," said Harry.

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Needless to say, Harry was forced to shrink some of it, like the cauldron, in order to avoid attractingattention, both outside and inside the base. But once they were back and Harry saw his new things spreadout over his room, he felt that it had all been worth it.

Chapter 11

The days after the shopping trip began to tick by. And after all the excitement of the first few days theywere very mild in comparison. Not that Harry was complaining. After three months of torture he wasoverdue for a quiet respite. Besides, he needed time to digest everything he had learned since coming here.Chiefly, that there was a group of muggles secretly opening portals between galaxies hundreds of light yearsaway. That and the idea that he might actually be part of some 'alternate reality'.

'At least I'm probably not descended from an alien experiment like we first thought,' he thought as a minorcomfort.

But mostly he spent his time settling into his new surroundings. By what he could tell he was likely to bethere for a while, so he needed to set up for the long haul. That included putting up wards around his room

that he built upon and strengthened for several days until Voldemort himself would have a time getting pastthem if Harry willed them alert. And they immediately activated as soon as he fell asleep or was other wiseunconscious. He also began stocking up on healing draughts and some minor dreamless sleep potions. Trueto his word he allowed Col. Carter to sit in on one of his brewing sessions. She was intrigued by histechnique and asked several question as she took notes. When she realized how much went into brewing apotion she offered Harry the use of her lab, which Harry quickly took her up on.

Though he really knew little about her, Harry immediately felt comfortable around her. He guessed it wasprobably because of how much she reminded him of Hermione.

So the days went, and before he knew it five weeks had passed. And though they were quiet, they were notidle. Harry usually spent at least a couple hours doing research on the things that the SGC did and the aliencultures they interacted with, especially the ones called the gouald. To Harry they reminded him of an alien

version of Voldemort. Then that led to the thought, 'What if one took over Voldemort?' Harry couldn'trepress a shudder.

He also spent a good deal of time working out and sparring with others on the base, namely Gen. O'Neil andTeal'c, though he would work out with others if both were busy of off world. As of yet he hadn't beat them(and he suspected he'd never be able to beat Teal'c), but he improved each time they fought and that wasgood. He could even beat several of the trained military officers he sparred occasionally. And though hedidn't wear the robe portion of his war robes, when he trained he wore the loose cotton pants and aworkout-T. Back at Hogwarts he would have worn the robe, but here he suspected it would draw moreattention to himself, something both he and O'Neil felt they should avoid for now.

O'Neil- Harry wasn't sure what to make of him. Sometimes he was the picture of authority and Harry had noquestion they had chosen the right guy for the job. But then the man would turn around and say somethingso outrageous that Harry had to make a double take. He wasn't used to having leaders behave like that.

Dumbledore was an oddball, but didn't tend to have immature regressions. Then again, Dumbledore was alittle over 150 years old.

As far as Harry could tell O'Neil seemed to hold some kind of affectionate respect for him. Which was, of course, a step above Dumbledore who had affection but not always respect. Anytime he could, O'Neil wouldstop by and volunteer help with whatever Harry was working on. Though they learned the hard way that itwas better that he not help with potions.

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And with all his studying Harry had even begun to learn and remember certain planet labels and coordinates.When O'Neil had noticed this he had ordered that Harry be given tutorials on gate coordinates and dial-ups.This had resulted in Harry's first off-world trip. And his first interaction with a gould lackey:

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"You ready for this?" asked O'Neil.

Harry took a deep breath and nodded.

"Normally I would describe what the opening wormhole looks like or what it feels like to travel through thegate. But you know all that already. In fact, considering how much you've been pouring over that file, I'd also say you probably know as much or more about that site than just about anyone on this base, with theexception of the teams that have gone there."

"It doesn't feel like it, sir,"

"Don't worry, you're in good hands. Besides, it's an isolated site."

"So no one can hear you scream."

O'Neil sighed. Shortly after Harry had taken up his semi-permanent residence, O'Neil had found that Harry

had a severe dislike- bordering on phobia- of isolated places. Sometimes it even warped into claustrophobia.He'd already had a handful of hyperventilating attacks. Finally they had decided that Harry would spend alittle supervised time outside at intervals during the day to alleviate it.

Of course, this didn't help Harry now.

"Just do what Dr. Lam told you to do."

"Breath in and out and count to ten. Visualize a bubble around myself. The bubble is my space and I amsafe in my space. Huh, yeah right..."

"Now, now... the only voice of negativity here is going to be mine," said O'Neil, though he too agreed in theridiculousness of that statement. War and torture tended to make you cynical like that. But he needed tohelp Harry now. "We've held this site for a long time," he said. "But if anything does happen, just remember what you've learned since you've gotten here and what we practice in sparing. And trust the team; they'll take care of you."

"But if something does happen, do you want me to use my magic?"

O'Neil paused as he considered.

"No," he finally said. "Not unless it is absolutely necessary. If they see you use something they've never seen and survive to tell, the gould will put the galactic version f a wanted poster on your head, and we want to avoid that kind of attention if at all possible."

At about this point a group of three soldiers as well as SG-1 walked up to them.

O'Neil turned his attention to them and began to speak.

"Just to make it official, we're going to go over everything one more time.

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"You all will pass through the stargate in the following order- soldiers, then Teal'c, Daniel and Carter, withHarry taking up the end. Once there you can stay for a few moments for Harry to survey the nearby terrain.He is not to be alone. I don't want any chance of injury to him. After he is done looking around Daniel will give Harry his tutorial on dialing up from a dial device. From there you will return immediately home. If something- anything goes wrong, you will immediately return home. And make sure Harry is protected.Teal'c, you're his guard. Daniel- make sure he gets the gist of the dial up. See you boys when you return.Good traveling Harry."

As they walked towards the ramp to the gate, Harry quietly asked Daniel "Was all that really necessary? It’sonly a field trip..."

"In our line of work you tend to expect the unexpected. Or at least prepare for it. If something were to gowrong and the boys didn't have orders, thing would get worse. Like he said- at least now it's official."

"But he made me sound... I don't know..."

"Important?" asked Daniel, eyeing the boy closely.

Harry got an uncomfortable guilty look on his face and gave a small nod, not looking at him.

'He still hasn't gotten it yet,' thought Daniel sadly.

"Harry, you are important- to all of us, but Jack especially. And no it doesn't have anything to do with thewand in your pocket or the scar on you forehead."

"What do you mean?" asked Harry, perplexed by what Daniel was talking about.

"Just watch and listen. Now we need to step back just a bit..."

As they stepped back Harry watched as something like refracted light seen through water collected insidethe giant ring burst forward and then backward in a sloshy motion before it ended back inside the gate.

"Let's go!" said the leader of the group accompanying them as they walked up the ram and through thegate. Teal'c followed after them and then Carter and Daniel, who gave Harry on reassuring squeeze of theshoulder before going through himself. Harry took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and walked through.

As he did, a ripple of the strange light that had been absent since his arrival flowed out from the point wherehe entered.

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Harry felt himself rushing forward and saw only streaks of light flashing past, but then a brighter light spiraled around his disembodied self and he seemed to pick up speed. He passed a few bubbles of light and the next thing he knew he was thrown forward out of the stargate with a searing his as something like a puff of steam exited with him.

He gathered himself up and looked around for the group- no one was there.

'Oh shit...' Harry thought as a feeling of forebode settled over him.

But then he heard the slosh of exiting travelers behind him and turned to find the soldiers who had gonefirst just exiting, also accompanied by steam.

"What the hell? Where did the steam come from?" exclaimed one of the soldiers.

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"Does it not usually do that?" asked Harry.

The soldiers spun around, guns raised, and gave Harry a look of pure astonishment.

"How- how did you get here before us!"

"What are you talking about? Jack sent me ahead to scout- wait no, that's not right..." Harry rubbed histemples. All of a sudden he had a bad head ache coming on. And as he closed his eyes it was like watchingtwo movies films at once. One second he saw Gen. O'Neil talking to him about his first off-world visit, and inthe next he was watching as a team was assembled in full gear with him leading them, going ahead to scout for a 'reception party' on the other side. And along with them his emotions felt like they were on a roller coaster. For instance- why had he called the General 'Jack'?

By then SG-1 had come through and were just as confused as the soldiers as to how Harry had beaten themthrough the wormhole.

"What can you remember about the trip through the wormhole? Was there anything that caught your attention?"

"I- I don't know. Everything is jumbled... It's like I'm remembering two different events at once. But I'm pretty sure that one of them has never happened. Not yet at any rate."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm remembering something... like an attack of some sort. We're going off-world, full gear. I'm going ahead to scout for enemy jaffa at the other end of the wormhole..."

"Well, that certainly has never happened," said Daniel.

"I know, but it seems so real," said Harry with a shake of his head.

"But what about the trip through the wormhole?" asked Carter.

"I see... light, blurs of light... I think I sped up at some point, and the lights grew... then there were about ahandful of little globes of light that I passed, and the next thing I knew I was stepping out the gate. I think that's all correct..." Harry massaged his temples again.

"You said you sped up while you were in the wormhole?" asked Carter.

"Yeah, it was strange... wait- could the globes of light have been you all as I passed you?" asked Harry.

"I don't know, something like this has never happened before. But you could be right. You did say therewere about five," said Carter.

"Perhaps Harry's magic somehow affected the speed at which he went though the wormhole," said Daniel.

"But what about the memories?" asked Harry.

"I don't know. Maybe the speed you were going thinned the separation in the timeline or you acquired memories from another parallel universe," said Carter.

"It may explain why you came into this one when you went through the portal in you own world," said Daniel.

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"Maybe... wait, there's something else..."

Harry could only liken it to how an antenna would feel if it was cognitive. He went into a sort of hazy trance,and then he began to sense impressions. Suddenly pictures flickered past- an attack by enemy jaffa. They attacked when one of the soldiers passed in front of a large tree off to the side.

Harry came to from the memory just in time to see that very soldier pass in front of the tree he had seen.

"Watch out behind you!" Harry screamed to the soldier.

The man turned around and leapt to the side just in time to avoid a blaster shot.

Fire jaffa entered the clearing around the stargate. Immediately Teal'c grabbed Harry and pushed himbehind him, but Harry fought against him.

"I can fight!"

"Yes you can, but not now. O'Neil ordered me to protect you and protect you I will," said Teal'c as he pushed Harry farther back.

By now the soldiers had dispatched of two of the jaffa and Daniel was fighting with another. That left two of them who were making a charge at Teal'c and Harry, staves poised to shoot.

But in a brilliant more Teal'c took a step forward and to the left of the jaffa on his left and pushed the staff to the side, striking the other jaffa in the head before jerking the staff away from the jaffa, hitting him onthe back of the head, effectively knocking both out.

He kneeled over one to inspect his marking.

"These are the jaffa of Ba'al. We must get you out of here now in case more are sent."

"I couldn't agree more. But we'll need to make a return trip to check on the locals and find out why Ba'al issending his men here," said Daniel, walking up clutching his side.

"Are you injured Dr. Jackson?" Harry asked, worried. He immediately went into medic mode and instructed Daniel to raise his shirt.

"It's alright, Dr. Lam-” But Harry waved him silent and rested a hand over the blast wound. A white light emanated from it, covered the wound and soaked into his skin. In a matter of seconds Harry removed hishand to show Daniel his now unblemished side.

"Whoa," said Daniel, inspecting where the wound had been. Then he looked at Harry. "Was that hard?'

"Nah, that was a mere flesh wound. Its internal injuries that are more difficult. But I'm a fully trained medic

so I can heal just about any wound," said Harry, inspecting his handy-work one last time before nodding hishead in acceptance and stepping back.

"So theoretically you could heal any wound. But what about illnesses?" asked Daniel.

"I hate to break this up, but we are in a potentially dangerous area," said a soldier.

"Oh, yeah... but maybe we could continue this discussion later?" asked Daniel as they moved towards thegate.

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"Of course. Do we have enough time to give me that dial-up tutorial before we go?"

"We'll risk it. So, this is how it's done..."

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Since then Harry hadn’t been on any more off-world trips. And though it shouldn’t bother him, it did. For twoyears he had been a front line fighter. And now he was stuck as a back line medic. He enjoyed his peace andquiet, but he was beginning to get restless.

Finally, Harry decided to approach O’Neil on the subject.

“No,” O’Neil said immediately.

“Why? Is it clearance?”

“No, we could get clearance. We got Teal’c clearance we could get it for you.”

“Then why?”

“Because it’s too dangerous. You don’t know what you’re up against.”

He saw Harry getting a closed expression on his face and inwardly groaned in frustration.

“Listen, it has nothing to do with whether you’re able, but what if something happened? What if you weren’table to make it back to your world to fight your battles?”

Jack knew he had struck the right nerve as Harry looked down and considered the consequences of that.Obviously he hadn’t thought of it before hand.

“If the situation were reversed I would be just as cautious sending my own men out because it would be a

form of battle they were unfamiliar with. Do you understand?”

Harry nodded. But then he took a deep breath and looked back, up straight into O’Neil’s eyes. And in themJack saw not acceptance, but a new strength.

“I understand. But I also know I can help. And besides, there’s only so much lab training I can do before Ineed to go out into the field,” Harry leaned forward. “Please General- I’ll fight for you as if I were fighting formy own people. And in a way I will be. The stronger I become here, the stronger I’ll be for them when Ireturn. Please, let me fight.”

Seeing the strength in the boy’s eyes and hearing the resolve in his voice, Jack found that despite himself hewas being won over.

He twirled a pen between his fingers as he considered.

“I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll let you go out into the field, but only with certain conditions.”

He waited for a confirmation. Harry nodded.

“First, you have to beat someone of my choosing in a sparring match-“

“But not Teal’c, that would be unfair,” said Harry.

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‘Damn! Oh well, at least I was going to try...’

Jack chuckled, “Fine, not Teal’c. But otherwise, do you agree?”

An affirmative.

“Second: for the first few missions you will only serve as support personnel- a medic. No, don’t complain. Iwant you to get the feel of how a SG team works. And I’m not assigning you a team- yet. We’ll get youbroke into the routine and go from there. Does all this sound reasonable to you?”

Harry wasn’t happy about the terms, but he wasn’t unhappy either. At least now he was a frontline medicwith sight at a promotion.

“I find your terms reasonable. When will I learn who you’ve chosen for me to spar?”

“The day of in the arena. You won’t always know before hand who your opponent is on the field, Harry.”

Harry nodded. General O’Neil really was testing him.

“Now that it’s settled I have to draw up the paperwork,” O’Neil groaned in frustration. “Speaking of paperwork, how’s the table commin’?”

“I’ve been working on it sir, but it’s proven to be quite a challenge.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just be sure I have it before our next inventory.”

Harry got up to leave, but at the door he turned back.

“General O’Neil, will I be going on the return trip to planet PX39-52?”

“Maybe. I haven’t decided exactly who and how many yet. But I’ll consider you.”

“And General…”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

It was the most heartfelt thank you Jack had heard in a long time. A true thanks. A ‘thank you’ for all thatJack had done for him since his arrival. A thank you for taking him in for him alone, and not using him andkicking him to the curb.

Jack wondered how many of those the boy had given before, if any.

“Jack, Harry.”

“What?”

You may call me Jack.”

“Thank you, sir. But I’m not sure-“

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“You’ve been around me enough to know I don’t give a rat’s ass about protocol.

“Well, maybe just in private. Thank you again Gen- er- Jack.”

With that Harry turned and left.

Jack gave a deep sigh. He had tried to keep Harry out of it. But his warrior training couldn’t be squelched.He’d known that eventually he would come to him about joining a team. He had just hoped it would be laterthan sooner.

‘Well, time to start looking for w team for him,’ thought O’Neil.

But just then another knock came upon his door.

‘Ugh, no peace for the weary and quiet for me…”

Enter “Jack said aloud, rubbing his temples.

This time it was Daniel. He gave his shy grin and a wave. Not a good sign.

“What are you wanting now? Permission to visit Ba’al’s territory to translate Ancient artifacts?”

“No actually, though that would be nice. I’m here about Harry.”

“What about Harry?”

“I think he might have foresight.”

Daniel received a blank stare.

I think Harry can see events before they happen,” Daniel clarified.

That piqued Jack’s interest. He sat up, “And what gives you the idea that he might?”

“I’ve been thinking about when we took him off world. You know of course about his speeding up in thewormhole and the false memories. But later after we were all there he went into a sort of trance for amoment and when he broke out of it he warned Tom of the Jaffa attacking behind him. I didn’t thinkanything of it at first. But that coupled with the ‘memories’ make me wonder- what if the speeding up in thewormhole triggered some premonition ability in him? He saw the attack happen just before it did. What if the

‘false memories’ are in fact glimpses of the future?”

“But Harry said that they felt like memories, as if they had already happened…” said Jack.

“Somewhere down the timeline they have happened. It could easily be mistaken…” said Daniel.

“Let’s not jump to conclusions. I’ll talk it over with Harry and see if it’s a possibility. Speaking of Harry, he just left here before you came in.”

“Really, is something wrong?”

“He wants to join an SG team,” said Jack bluntly.

A pause.

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“No, no… I don’t think-”

“I said yes.”

Another pause.

“What? Jack are you insane! He could-”

“Get hurt? What’s much worse than being tortured by your mortal enemy for three months?”

“I don’t know, but-”

“Daniel, I’m worried about him too,” said Jack with a sigh. “But keeping him tucked away in bubble wrapwon’t help him any either. I’ve put some conditions on his joining the team as well. First he has to spar andbeat someone of my choosing-”

“Teal’c.”

“Other than Teal’c,” said Jack. “And his first missions will be as a medic-”

“You know him as well as I do! He’s too much like you; he’ll jump off into the middle of a fight as soon asone pops up.”

“Excuse me? How is that anything like me?”

“You’re kidding right?” laughed Daniel.

“I’m not! I’m a level headed-”

“Ha! Since when?”

“Now you listen! I’m the senior officer-”

“In maturity or age?”

“You’re pushing it!”

“When do I not? See! You’re too hot headed!”

“I am not!”

“Are too! Look at you!”

“A poet now, huh?”

“At least I can string words together without guttural sound.”

“Wanna take this outside!”

“What are you two arguing about this time?” asked Carter with a resigned sigh as she walked into the office.

“He started it!” they both said at the same time, pointing at the other.

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“Did not-!”

“Boys!” barked Sam.

“Jack here seems to think it would be a good idea to let Harry join an SG team-”

“I didn’t say it was a good idea, but it is the best idea-!”

“Whoa! You’re letting Harry join a team?” asked Carter wide eyed.

“Yes, but there are conditions! First he has to beat someone of my choice in a sparring match-!”

“Teal-”

“But not Teal’c. I tried to pull that one on him and he didn’t fall for it. And I’m not throwing him to theforefront! He’s starting out as a medic-”

“You know as well as we do that he’ll abide by that for as much as a minute before he jumps into the fight.He’s too much like you Jack-” said Carter.

“Why do people keep saying that! And as if it’s a bad thing-?”

“What is wrong O’Neil?” asked Teal’c form the door.

“Jack wants to put Harry on a team!”

“I do not see what is wrong,” said Teal’c, looking confusedly between them all.

Daniel and Carter stood flabbergasted while Jack smiled and came over to slap Teal’c on the back.

“Good man Teal’c, always knew I liked you.” Then he turned to the others.

“Yes, I know you’re worried. I am too. But putting him away for safe keeping isn’t what the boy needs. He’sbeen involved in a war since age 11, it’s all he knows. And if he’s willing to fight for us I would be an idiot tosay no. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have paperwork to fill out.”

Else where in the base a green-eyed eavesdropper smiled.

Chapter 12

Harry gave a deep sigh as he walked into the gym. If O'Neill wanted to test his fighting skills, he was going

to give him the show of his life. Nothing would be left in dispute. And knowing him, he was going to pick thebest fighter on the base to pit him against. Hell, he may even request he fight multiple people or throw in a'surprise attack'. And he had to do it all hand-to-hand, no magic allowed. That's what sucked about all thistraining- he couldn't use magic at all. If he wanted to practice magic he had to do it in the confines of hisown rooms. Eventually he would have to request a space on the base to practice with both, but for now hewas just trying to learn.

Harry threw off his shoes, cross, and wand holster. When he was done stretching he started moving towardsa punching bag at the back.

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"Hey kid! Looking for a sparing partner?"

Harry turned to see a captain walking in his direction. He was heavily built and walked with a bit of aswagger.

'Oh no, not another one of those...'

"Name's Captain Donovan, and you must be the kid several guys are grumbling about," said Donovan.

"Indeed," said Harry.

The captain gave him a strange look. "You been hanging around Teal'c lately?"

Harry returned the look and Donovan shrugged it off. "What ever, just thought you might be interested insome animated competition."

'I do need practice, and if I can't beat this guy then I'm screwed,' thought Harry. But to Donovan he justsaid, "Sure."

"Great. Let's get this party started," said Donovan.

They each went to their respective ends of the mat. Several soldiers were standing around watching withsmug expressions. The funny thing was- they weren't aimed at Harry.

'They must have said I was pretty good when I beat them and now this guy wants to prove they were justlacking,' thought Harry.

The guy attacked first- mistake number one.

The man attacked with a running assault- mistake number two.

The man opened his side gut to him in a straight punch - mistake number three.

Strike! You're out!

Harry grabbed his punch pulling Donovan towards him and then around with his arm twisted back. He gavehim a sharp kick in his open gut and at the same time he reached up, grabbing a certain spot on the guysneck. He was down in less than a minute.

"Too easy," said Harry, letting some guys pick him up and drag him towards the showers.

"Then why don't you pick some bigger prey," said a familiar voice behind him.

Harry turned to see O'Neill walking towards his mats. He bowed as the general walked on, but never let his

eyes leave the man. "He offered. I merely accepted."

"Ah well, boys will be boys, even after they've supposedly 'grown up,'" said O'Neill. But he leaned in closer."But for the record, he and several others have had this running bet on who could beat you. Once all of themstarted losing they had to change the rules to 'whoever lasts the longest.' That guy in particular was prettyfull of himself. He deserved what he got."

Harry snickered before he turned back to the task at hand. "So did you come over here to rescue me frommy, err- 'fan club' or are you on business?"

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"Neither actually. But seeming as you've lost your partner, care for another? Perhaps one more challenging?"

"That would be great, especially considering you’re the one picking the person I fight at the test. And I'mbetting it won't be Donovan."

"Damn skippy!" said O'Neill with a nod of the head as he headed to his side of the mat.

"So what all will be allowed in the duel?"

"Any form of martial art - tae kwon doe, jujitsu, boxing... hell, even tae boe if you must. No magicobviously, and it would be too dangerous to throw in weapons in this setting; both of you will be walkingaway with bruises, there is no need to add scars as well," said O'Neill.

"Scars don't bother me, I've got plenty of them," said Harry.

"Well they bother me, and that's all that matters," said O'Neill, swinging his arms back and forth and rollinghis shoulders. "Now if you're done..."

"Ha! Blame it all on me! That figures..."

"And we start," said O'Neill. There was a pause, and then both of them moved.

Before in the spar with Donovan it had been simple hit and go, not a real fight. When it's real, you know it.It takes on a dance like quality, and that's how it felt to Harry. They spun and rolled across the mat.

"A good defense is an excellent offense," said O'Neill as he swept Harry's legs out from under him and wentfor a shot to his head. But Harry rolled away just in time.

"And the best way to avoid a punch is to not be there when it hits," said Harry, coming up into a crouch.

"So you are learning," said Jack with a pleasant nod as he went into a series of kicks at Harry's head.

In response Harry sprung up into the air from his crouch position, flipping in the air to land behind thegeneral who executed a spinning round house as soon as he landed. Harry leaned back in a move thatreminded Jack forcefully of the matrix and waggled a finger.

"I told you, no magic," he said.

"I didn't. I honestly have no idea what that was," said Harry, a confused look on his face. One second hewas doing the dance and the next, in the middle of his flip, he felt a sensation similar to what he had felt onPX39-52. It was a sort of elevated haze and somehow Harry had known what O'Neill was about to do. And

just as he landed, something seemed to- ‘click’, as it were. He hadn't known what he was doing, he just did it. So if it was magic, he had no clue what kind.

As for Jack, he figured a) the kid was lying, or b) he had honestly no clue what had just happened. Butsomething had happened because for a split moment as the boy was in mid-flip he could have sworn he hadseen a faint red glow come off of him. But if that was so, it was so momentary that Jack wasn't at all sure if he had even seen it. But his gut told him he wasn't hallucinating. And he usually listened to his gut.

"Listen, Harry, I've been meaning to talk to you about what happened on the planet. Daniel thinks the weirdgate speed up process may have triggered some effects."

"Like what? I've felt fine..."

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"No, not necessarily bad things. Tell me, how did you know that the jaffa were about to attack from behindthat soldier?"

Harry paused as he thought about it. He had been wondering that himself since it had occurred, but nothinghad happened since his return so he had put it off to one helluva intuitive hunch. He told Jack just that.

"Maybe, but Daniel thinks otherwise. Have you ever been able to 'intuitively' tell things like that before? Anymore of those 'hunches'?"

"No... well, maybe occasionally. At Hogwarts I could sometimes tell when something was about to happen.Not pinpoint like on the planet, but I could feel it. But just now I knew that you were about to do a roundhouse. I don't even know why I did what I did. I just... did ," said Harry.

Jack nodded, "So you have an active intuition. You have that gut feeling. That's good. But I can tell you frommassive experience that no one's gut is that good."

"So what did Dr. Jackson think?" asked Harry.

"He thinks that the reaction in the gate has triggered some kind of 'foresight' where you can sometimes see

what will happen beforehand. And considering what you've just told me, I'd say there's a pretty good chancehe's right."

"Well, divination is an aspect of magic, but few are true seers..."

"Something else he mentioned is the possibility that when you go through the gate and speed up you thinout the layers between time or reality or some crap like that, effectively giving yourself glances into otherpoints in time."

"Strange... has anything like that happened before?" asked Harry.

"Nope, which is why we suspect whatever it is it's somehow connected to your magic," said Jack.

“Damn, I can’t even be normal in another world…” said Harry, scuffing his feet against the mat.

“Why be a copy when you can be an original?” said O’Neill with a cheesy grin on his face, throwing an armaround Harry’s shoulders. “Now how about we go to the cafeteria and grab some grub?”

“What are they serving today?” asked Harry apprehensively.

“Meatloaf surprise! The surprise is whether or not it was really made of out of meat!”

“Err- I think I’ll order in tonight…”

“Hey! I’ve got an even better idea! Why don’t we go back to my place and order in pizza! My treat of

course,” said O’Neill,

“In that case, lead the way General!” said Harry, snapping off a salute.

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