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crossoverficTitle: The Soul Has Bandaged Moments
Author: serendu
Summary: Harry Potter was 18 when he first stepped into Atlantis
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: Why can’t we have a bank holiday every week?
It has been pointed out that MI5 – is not called MI5 by the Security Services. Who knew? Anyway – I’ve decided to leave all references to it as it is – consequently MI5 in this fic is MI5. Even though in real life it isn’t.
My apologies to those who dislike the non-linear style. Currently the novels I am reading for one of my courses are vaguely non-linear. Consequently that is where my head is. If, however, you think this is bad – you should try marking my coursework…
Previous chapters can be found here in my journal memories:
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
***
Harry walked down the well lit corridor between his bunk and the engineering room. The ship he was on was currently somewhere between earth and the Pegasus galaxy. Harry had found the explanations for how it all worked fascinating, if a little over his head.
It makes me wonder how much I would have understood if I’d gone to Stonewall or somewhere else instead of Hogwarts. My problem is that sometimes I just don’t get the basics – because I never learned them until I was trying to learn everything at once. Now I’m beginning to wish I’d read more science books instead of learning how to turn matches into needles. I think that it is pretty safe to say that is one thing I’ve never ever needed to use since learning it.
He nodded to one of the engineers walking past him in the opposite direction, before ducking into an alcove and pressing a chime for a door.
Its past time I talked to Hermiod again. He thought. I hope he can give me some ideas. Who knew the Asgard were well aware of the wizarding community?
***
‘I am the Commander Thor, Supreme Commander of the Asgard fleet.’ Thor said as inclined his head slightly in greeting as Harry closed the door behind him and waiting for the sound of the locking of the door from the outside before taking a seat opposite Thor.
‘Agent Harry Potter, currently on assignment with the R.A.F.’ Harry offered his hand across the table, which Thor then took. The two shook hands before reseating themselves in a private room in the SGC. ‘I understand you wished to speak with me?’
Thor blinked and gazed at Harry for a long moment before speaking. ‘We are well aware of your people, Agent Potter. Those who call themselves wizards.’
‘I… see.’
‘We also know the history of your people and their involvement with the Stargate.’
Harry was stunned. Wizards knew about the Stargate? Since when? He cleared his throat before speaking, ‘I wasn’t aware of that.’ He said carefully, watching Thor.
‘You have heard the history of the Stargate?’
‘Yes, Doctor Jackson briefed a group of us on arrival at the SGC. How it was rediscovered in 1928…’
Thor did not respond, but continued watching Harry. Obviously not the answer he wanted, noted Harry. ‘We were also briefed on how the Stargate programme came into existence.’
‘Tell me Agent Potter, do you know the history of the Stargate before it was buried?’
Harry looked puzzled for a moment. ‘I don’t believe that was covered.’ He answered as his mind recalled all the information he could remember. Eventually he shrugged, ‘A rebellion of some sort against the Goa’uld?’
‘Correct.’ A bright white light illuminated the desk for a moment. The once empty desk now contained four very heavy and very old leather bound books. ‘These were available to us – the detail the history of the rebellion. There are others we believe you would find amongst your kind.’
‘Why give them to me? Why not Doctor Jackson? He is the SGC’s expert.’
‘Doctor Jackson remains unaware of your kind Agent Potter.’ Thor regarded Harry for a moment. ‘It would perhaps be wise for you not to reveal the details of these to him. They were written by a wizard.’
‘It would not be a problem to brief Doctor Jackson on the existence of the wizarding world. I have been granted the authority to do so - if I deem it necessary.’
‘Doctor Jackson would not be a problem, Agent Potter. Others would not take what these books say as well as the Asgard believe he would. Therefore, we give them to you – not him. I understand you have the means to keep these hidden from others.’ Thor paused before stating, ‘I must return to my ship Agent Potter.’
‘Thank you for the books Supreme Commander Thor, I will heed your advice until I read the books thoroughly. I do not make any promises as to whether I won’t reveal their existence to Doctor Jackson however, not until I know what they contain.’
Thor nodded before a blinding flash of light enveloped Thor and his chair, leaving Harry alone with the four books.
***
Harry sighed as he looked at the huge tomes. Flicking one open, he discovered to his dismay that it was not written in English. In fact, he wasn’t sure what it was written in. Where’s Hermione when I need her?
Five minutes later he gave up. I’m going to need some reference material if I’m going to manage this. He pulled out his wand and made the books shrink to a more manageable size. Picking them up, he placed them in his pocket. Then he reached under the desk and pulled out the sophisticated jamming device which would disrupt any bugs or recording devices in the room. He held it in his hand as he made for the door, turning back to the rest of the room; he made sure that nothing was out of place. Nodding to himself, he switched off the device as he slipped it into his pocket with the books, before banging loudly on the door.
‘Someone let me out! This joke isn’t funny any more!’
A few minutes later the door was opened by one of the security men on the base.
‘Very funny.’ Harry snarled at him. ‘I thought the U.S.A.F. were meant to like the R.A.F. Pulling a joke by locking me in a room for an hour because I’m supposed to meet Commander Thor? Not very funny at all.’ He gazed at the airman closely before groaning, ‘Let me guess – you only just started this shift and this has nothing to do with you?’ The airman nodded. Harry shook his head as he muttered, ‘I’m going to kill Jack.’
***
‘So.’ The clone of one Jack O’Neill said as he sipped from the bottle of beer he had purchased. ‘Three weeks of reading through the musty old books and what have we learned?’
Harry groaned as he leant back against the chair he was currently sprawled across, his bottle of beer loosely held in one hand that dangled off the arm of the chair. ‘You don’t want to know.’
‘Stick boy – I got hold of Daniel’s translation manual for you – without him noticing it was missing I might add – the time has come – what’s so shocking in those musty books?’
‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you.’ Harry said, sitting up to face Jack. ‘Right, as far as I can tell, the Goa’uld’s domination of earth? Pretty much all of the wizarding world’s fault.’ He took a large gulp of beer from his bottle. ‘It’s one of the reasons that the two cultures are so segregated. The wizards decided to let the ‘inferior race’ i.e. those without magic be taken as slaves by those claiming to be gods.’ He paused, and shook his head in disgust as he remembered what he had finally translated.
‘Okay...’ Jack thought for a moment, ‘Not really seeing the bad things here. They hid – that’s understandable.’
‘No – you don’t understand. They had a ‘trade agreement’. In return for not interfering with the Goa’uld plans of slavery – the wizards would be left well alone. It’s all there in those damn books.’ He gestured to the books sitting innocently on the table. ‘Do you know there were at least three semi-successful uprisings before the final successful one? Who put them down?’ Harry looked at Jack, the disgust written across his face. ‘The wizarding world – afraid of losing whatever they had – they killed the ringleaders to make sure the Goa’uld wouldn’t forget their little agreement.’ He finished off his beer before getting up and making his way to the kitchen. ‘Want another?’
‘Sure.’
Harry came back in, having opened two new bottles of beer. He handed one to Jack and then settled himself back down on his chair.
‘Do you know what the wizards did to the last slaves who successfully managed to bury the Stargate, drive the Goa’uld away and free earth?’
Jack frowned then shook his head. ‘Not good?’
‘The last slaves who buried the Stargate cut out their own tongues so the wizards couldn't make them talk and tell them where they’d buried it. For that – the wizards killed them and used their skins to cover those books over on the table.’
Jack shivered as he looked at the books on the table. They seemed more malevolent now. He finished his beer before reaching into the bag by his feet. ‘I think we need something a bit stronger.’ With that he pulled out a bottle of scotch.
‘I’ll get the glasses.’
***
Rather darker than I originally envisioned. Your thoughts? Please note - I have 3 rather large pieces of coursework to be completed soon - consequently fic updates may be a little more sporadic.
Author: serendu
Summary: Harry Potter was 18 when he first stepped into Atlantis
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: Why can’t we have a bank holiday every week?
It has been pointed out that MI5 – is not called MI5 by the Security Services. Who knew? Anyway – I’ve decided to leave all references to it as it is – consequently MI5 in this fic is MI5. Even though in real life it isn’t.
My apologies to those who dislike the non-linear style. Currently the novels I am reading for one of my courses are vaguely non-linear. Consequently that is where my head is. If, however, you think this is bad – you should try marking my coursework…
Previous chapters can be found here in my journal memories:
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
***
Harry walked down the well lit corridor between his bunk and the engineering room. The ship he was on was currently somewhere between earth and the Pegasus galaxy. Harry had found the explanations for how it all worked fascinating, if a little over his head.
It makes me wonder how much I would have understood if I’d gone to Stonewall or somewhere else instead of Hogwarts. My problem is that sometimes I just don’t get the basics – because I never learned them until I was trying to learn everything at once. Now I’m beginning to wish I’d read more science books instead of learning how to turn matches into needles. I think that it is pretty safe to say that is one thing I’ve never ever needed to use since learning it.
He nodded to one of the engineers walking past him in the opposite direction, before ducking into an alcove and pressing a chime for a door.
Its past time I talked to Hermiod again. He thought. I hope he can give me some ideas. Who knew the Asgard were well aware of the wizarding community?
***
‘I am the Commander Thor, Supreme Commander of the Asgard fleet.’ Thor said as inclined his head slightly in greeting as Harry closed the door behind him and waiting for the sound of the locking of the door from the outside before taking a seat opposite Thor.
‘Agent Harry Potter, currently on assignment with the R.A.F.’ Harry offered his hand across the table, which Thor then took. The two shook hands before reseating themselves in a private room in the SGC. ‘I understand you wished to speak with me?’
Thor blinked and gazed at Harry for a long moment before speaking. ‘We are well aware of your people, Agent Potter. Those who call themselves wizards.’
‘I… see.’
‘We also know the history of your people and their involvement with the Stargate.’
Harry was stunned. Wizards knew about the Stargate? Since when? He cleared his throat before speaking, ‘I wasn’t aware of that.’ He said carefully, watching Thor.
‘You have heard the history of the Stargate?’
‘Yes, Doctor Jackson briefed a group of us on arrival at the SGC. How it was rediscovered in 1928…’
Thor did not respond, but continued watching Harry. Obviously not the answer he wanted, noted Harry. ‘We were also briefed on how the Stargate programme came into existence.’
‘Tell me Agent Potter, do you know the history of the Stargate before it was buried?’
Harry looked puzzled for a moment. ‘I don’t believe that was covered.’ He answered as his mind recalled all the information he could remember. Eventually he shrugged, ‘A rebellion of some sort against the Goa’uld?’
‘Correct.’ A bright white light illuminated the desk for a moment. The once empty desk now contained four very heavy and very old leather bound books. ‘These were available to us – the detail the history of the rebellion. There are others we believe you would find amongst your kind.’
‘Why give them to me? Why not Doctor Jackson? He is the SGC’s expert.’
‘Doctor Jackson remains unaware of your kind Agent Potter.’ Thor regarded Harry for a moment. ‘It would perhaps be wise for you not to reveal the details of these to him. They were written by a wizard.’
‘It would not be a problem to brief Doctor Jackson on the existence of the wizarding world. I have been granted the authority to do so - if I deem it necessary.’
‘Doctor Jackson would not be a problem, Agent Potter. Others would not take what these books say as well as the Asgard believe he would. Therefore, we give them to you – not him. I understand you have the means to keep these hidden from others.’ Thor paused before stating, ‘I must return to my ship Agent Potter.’
‘Thank you for the books Supreme Commander Thor, I will heed your advice until I read the books thoroughly. I do not make any promises as to whether I won’t reveal their existence to Doctor Jackson however, not until I know what they contain.’
Thor nodded before a blinding flash of light enveloped Thor and his chair, leaving Harry alone with the four books.
***
Harry sighed as he looked at the huge tomes. Flicking one open, he discovered to his dismay that it was not written in English. In fact, he wasn’t sure what it was written in. Where’s Hermione when I need her?
Five minutes later he gave up. I’m going to need some reference material if I’m going to manage this. He pulled out his wand and made the books shrink to a more manageable size. Picking them up, he placed them in his pocket. Then he reached under the desk and pulled out the sophisticated jamming device which would disrupt any bugs or recording devices in the room. He held it in his hand as he made for the door, turning back to the rest of the room; he made sure that nothing was out of place. Nodding to himself, he switched off the device as he slipped it into his pocket with the books, before banging loudly on the door.
‘Someone let me out! This joke isn’t funny any more!’
A few minutes later the door was opened by one of the security men on the base.
‘Very funny.’ Harry snarled at him. ‘I thought the U.S.A.F. were meant to like the R.A.F. Pulling a joke by locking me in a room for an hour because I’m supposed to meet Commander Thor? Not very funny at all.’ He gazed at the airman closely before groaning, ‘Let me guess – you only just started this shift and this has nothing to do with you?’ The airman nodded. Harry shook his head as he muttered, ‘I’m going to kill Jack.’
***
‘So.’ The clone of one Jack O’Neill said as he sipped from the bottle of beer he had purchased. ‘Three weeks of reading through the musty old books and what have we learned?’
Harry groaned as he leant back against the chair he was currently sprawled across, his bottle of beer loosely held in one hand that dangled off the arm of the chair. ‘You don’t want to know.’
‘Stick boy – I got hold of Daniel’s translation manual for you – without him noticing it was missing I might add – the time has come – what’s so shocking in those musty books?’
‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you.’ Harry said, sitting up to face Jack. ‘Right, as far as I can tell, the Goa’uld’s domination of earth? Pretty much all of the wizarding world’s fault.’ He took a large gulp of beer from his bottle. ‘It’s one of the reasons that the two cultures are so segregated. The wizards decided to let the ‘inferior race’ i.e. those without magic be taken as slaves by those claiming to be gods.’ He paused, and shook his head in disgust as he remembered what he had finally translated.
‘Okay...’ Jack thought for a moment, ‘Not really seeing the bad things here. They hid – that’s understandable.’
‘No – you don’t understand. They had a ‘trade agreement’. In return for not interfering with the Goa’uld plans of slavery – the wizards would be left well alone. It’s all there in those damn books.’ He gestured to the books sitting innocently on the table. ‘Do you know there were at least three semi-successful uprisings before the final successful one? Who put them down?’ Harry looked at Jack, the disgust written across his face. ‘The wizarding world – afraid of losing whatever they had – they killed the ringleaders to make sure the Goa’uld wouldn’t forget their little agreement.’ He finished off his beer before getting up and making his way to the kitchen. ‘Want another?’
‘Sure.’
Harry came back in, having opened two new bottles of beer. He handed one to Jack and then settled himself back down on his chair.
‘Do you know what the wizards did to the last slaves who successfully managed to bury the Stargate, drive the Goa’uld away and free earth?’
Jack frowned then shook his head. ‘Not good?’
‘The last slaves who buried the Stargate cut out their own tongues so the wizards couldn't make them talk and tell them where they’d buried it. For that – the wizards killed them and used their skins to cover those books over on the table.’
Jack shivered as he looked at the books on the table. They seemed more malevolent now. He finished his beer before reaching into the bag by his feet. ‘I think we need something a bit stronger.’ With that he pulled out a bottle of scotch.
‘I’ll get the glasses.’
***
Rather darker than I originally envisioned. Your thoughts? Please note - I have 3 rather large pieces of coursework to be completed soon - consequently fic updates may be a little more sporadic.
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Date: 2006-08-29 07:43 am (UTC)Couldn't, I think.
Still enjoying this - rather a dark view of the wizards, but there's ample evidence that they are not very worried about Muggles.
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Date: 2006-08-29 05:35 pm (UTC)I agree - I do think there seems to be ample evidence of the wizarding community not caring about Muggles in general - even those who are on the 'light' side appear dismissive of them.
I'm glad you're enjoying this - it became far darker than I originally intended as the chapter progressed and I was a little concerned as to how it would be received. So - a very big thank you for the review!