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The Soul Has Bandaged Moments (PG) Harry Potter/Stargate Atlantis Chapter 5
Title: The Soul Has Bandaged Moments
Author: serendu
Fandoms: Harry Potter & Stargate Atlantis
Rating: PG – no pairings.
Summary: Harry Potter was 18 when he first stepped into Atlantis.
Notes:
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing also Kawoosh! Productions and Gekko Film Corporation, and Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer Television. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: None
Author Notes: Apologies for the delay in this – coursework must take priority. Bleh!
Also - Jack will reappear. Soon.
Previous parts can be found here at my journal.Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
***
Harry had not been assigned to Atlantis purely by chance. He had in fact been on this path for quite some time. It had all started one day whilst he was still in his basic training.
Hogwarts will be starting up again soon. Harry thought as he ate his shepherd’s pie. I wonder how long it will take for the Order to realise I’ve done a bunk and I’m not going back? More importantly how long will it take for Dumbledore to find me? He set down his cutlery and poured some of the water from the jug set on the middle of the table into his glass, before sipping the cool liquid. Hermione and Ron will be disappointed I suppose, but then, they didn’t exactly write many letters during the holidays to me. Nor did anyone else from the D.A. He snorted. Dumbledore’s Army. What a joke. I’ve learned more here about strategy and planning and being in a field unit in the first two weeks here than I ever did in all my time in Hogwarts. He took another bite of his food as his thoughts continued. I wonder if the old man has realised that I’ve worked out all those years in Hogwarts were just tests for me. Encouraging my recklessness and self reliance, plus willing to sacrifice myself for anyone.
He set down his glass before refilling it with more water from the jug. He gazed around the room, taking in the sights and sounds of the mess hall. I just hope that whatever I learn here will be enough to finish Voldemort off for once and all. Then I’m done with the wizarding world.
As he finished of the remains of his shepherd’s pie one final thought came to him. Of course – if what I learn isn’t enough, well – then the wizarding world will just have to deal with Voldemort themselves.
Then he placed his empty dinner plate back on his tray, picked up his spoon and bowl, and started on his apple pie with custard.
***
‘Potter. Report to Section C. Room 4A. ASAP.’ The tannoy announced to the hall.
Harry got up, carried his empty food tray to the bins, emptied his tray in the bins before placing his tray on the rack on the wall and left the mess hall.
The door to room 4A was wide open as Harry entered.
‘Potter?’ Asked a man seated at the desk opposite the door. His face was difficult to see in the light coming from the window behind him.
‘Yes sir!’ Harry came to attention as he noted the table with three men sitting facing him.
‘Close the door.’
Harry closed the door and turned back to face the men.
‘Take a seat Potter.’ Said another man to the left of the first, his features also obscured by the dim lighting.
‘Yes – take a seat.’ Said a third man on the right, notable only for the fact that his hair was a lighter colour than the other two men.
Harry sat down in the seat opposite the three men behind the table. No one spoke.
Why are they all staring at me? Do I have something on my face? Harry wondered nervously, hoping that the food he had just eaten hadn’t got on his face or clothes.
‘You’re probably wondering why we’ve called you in here, Potter.’ The first man spoke. He placed a file on the table in front of him before opening it and reading aloud from what was written on the sheet in front of him. ‘Harry James Potter, son of James and Lily Potter nee Evans. Formerly of number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. At that time owned by Mr and Mrs Dursley – your mother’s sister who are now in gaol. One cousin – Dudley Dursley, recently arrested for breaking the ASBO terms he was recently given. Dudley Dursley - a pupil at Smeltings, although he was sent home early at the end of term and due to his ASBO is due to be expelled before his return.’ The man paused before closing the file and looking up at Harry. ‘There is no record of your education since you left junior school. Care to explain where you’ve been?’
‘Well sir… I...’
‘Let me give you a hand here Potter and tell you where you haven’t been.’ Said the man with the sandy coloured hair on the right. ‘You haven’t been to Stonewall High. Nor did you attend St. Brutus’s Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys, like your relatives claimed.’
‘In fact…’ Said the man on the left, ‘As far as these records go – you haven’t been anywhere. Least of all St. Brutus’s which closed about five years ago.’
Harry said nothing. What on earth can I say? Tell them I went to Hogwarts? They’ll think I’m insane!
The man in the middle reached down to the floor and picked up his briefcase. He entered a code and flicked open the locks before pulling out a much thicker folder and placing it on the desk. He then put his briefcase back down onto the floor before opening up the folder.
‘Harry James Potter.’ He said reading from the first sheet in the file. ‘Began his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry upon leaving junior school.’ He looked up at Harry. ‘Technically, you should be going back there in September.’ He closed the folder. ‘Instead, you are here with the R.A.F. Care to explain that Mr Potter?’
***
The three men gazed at Harry as he sat internally debating his answer. Eventually Harry shrugged. Nothing I can say is going to make this better. So saying nothing is probably the best option right about now.
Finally, the man in the middle spoke once again. ‘Let us try a different approach shall we?’ He gazed at Harry as he leaned forward across the desk, resting his arms on the table top. ‘Tell me, Mr Potter. What do you know about MI5?’
****
Slightly shorter than the last – but I wanted to get it done!
***
Author: serendu
Fandoms: Harry Potter & Stargate Atlantis
Rating: PG – no pairings.
Summary: Harry Potter was 18 when he first stepped into Atlantis.
Notes:
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing also Kawoosh! Productions and Gekko Film Corporation, and Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer Television. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: None
Author Notes: Apologies for the delay in this – coursework must take priority. Bleh!
Also - Jack will reappear. Soon.
Previous parts can be found here at my journal.Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
***
Harry had not been assigned to Atlantis purely by chance. He had in fact been on this path for quite some time. It had all started one day whilst he was still in his basic training.
Hogwarts will be starting up again soon. Harry thought as he ate his shepherd’s pie. I wonder how long it will take for the Order to realise I’ve done a bunk and I’m not going back? More importantly how long will it take for Dumbledore to find me? He set down his cutlery and poured some of the water from the jug set on the middle of the table into his glass, before sipping the cool liquid. Hermione and Ron will be disappointed I suppose, but then, they didn’t exactly write many letters during the holidays to me. Nor did anyone else from the D.A. He snorted. Dumbledore’s Army. What a joke. I’ve learned more here about strategy and planning and being in a field unit in the first two weeks here than I ever did in all my time in Hogwarts. He took another bite of his food as his thoughts continued. I wonder if the old man has realised that I’ve worked out all those years in Hogwarts were just tests for me. Encouraging my recklessness and self reliance, plus willing to sacrifice myself for anyone.
He set down his glass before refilling it with more water from the jug. He gazed around the room, taking in the sights and sounds of the mess hall. I just hope that whatever I learn here will be enough to finish Voldemort off for once and all. Then I’m done with the wizarding world.
As he finished of the remains of his shepherd’s pie one final thought came to him. Of course – if what I learn isn’t enough, well – then the wizarding world will just have to deal with Voldemort themselves.
Then he placed his empty dinner plate back on his tray, picked up his spoon and bowl, and started on his apple pie with custard.
***
‘Potter. Report to Section C. Room 4A. ASAP.’ The tannoy announced to the hall.
Harry got up, carried his empty food tray to the bins, emptied his tray in the bins before placing his tray on the rack on the wall and left the mess hall.
The door to room 4A was wide open as Harry entered.
‘Potter?’ Asked a man seated at the desk opposite the door. His face was difficult to see in the light coming from the window behind him.
‘Yes sir!’ Harry came to attention as he noted the table with three men sitting facing him.
‘Close the door.’
Harry closed the door and turned back to face the men.
‘Take a seat Potter.’ Said another man to the left of the first, his features also obscured by the dim lighting.
‘Yes – take a seat.’ Said a third man on the right, notable only for the fact that his hair was a lighter colour than the other two men.
Harry sat down in the seat opposite the three men behind the table. No one spoke.
Why are they all staring at me? Do I have something on my face? Harry wondered nervously, hoping that the food he had just eaten hadn’t got on his face or clothes.
‘You’re probably wondering why we’ve called you in here, Potter.’ The first man spoke. He placed a file on the table in front of him before opening it and reading aloud from what was written on the sheet in front of him. ‘Harry James Potter, son of James and Lily Potter nee Evans. Formerly of number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. At that time owned by Mr and Mrs Dursley – your mother’s sister who are now in gaol. One cousin – Dudley Dursley, recently arrested for breaking the ASBO terms he was recently given. Dudley Dursley - a pupil at Smeltings, although he was sent home early at the end of term and due to his ASBO is due to be expelled before his return.’ The man paused before closing the file and looking up at Harry. ‘There is no record of your education since you left junior school. Care to explain where you’ve been?’
‘Well sir… I...’
‘Let me give you a hand here Potter and tell you where you haven’t been.’ Said the man with the sandy coloured hair on the right. ‘You haven’t been to Stonewall High. Nor did you attend St. Brutus’s Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys, like your relatives claimed.’
‘In fact…’ Said the man on the left, ‘As far as these records go – you haven’t been anywhere. Least of all St. Brutus’s which closed about five years ago.’
Harry said nothing. What on earth can I say? Tell them I went to Hogwarts? They’ll think I’m insane!
The man in the middle reached down to the floor and picked up his briefcase. He entered a code and flicked open the locks before pulling out a much thicker folder and placing it on the desk. He then put his briefcase back down onto the floor before opening up the folder.
‘Harry James Potter.’ He said reading from the first sheet in the file. ‘Began his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry upon leaving junior school.’ He looked up at Harry. ‘Technically, you should be going back there in September.’ He closed the folder. ‘Instead, you are here with the R.A.F. Care to explain that Mr Potter?’
***
The three men gazed at Harry as he sat internally debating his answer. Eventually Harry shrugged. Nothing I can say is going to make this better. So saying nothing is probably the best option right about now.
Finally, the man in the middle spoke once again. ‘Let us try a different approach shall we?’ He gazed at Harry as he leaned forward across the desk, resting his arms on the table top. ‘Tell me, Mr Potter. What do you know about MI5?’
****
Slightly shorter than the last – but I wanted to get it done!
***
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