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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: Life has gone kind of weird again – so sitting down and writing is not currently a priority.
Previous parts can be found here at my journal: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15
***
‘Something wrong?’ Jack asked, looking at Harry’s frown as they walked back to Gringotts and headed away from the wizarding solicitors they had been advised to see by the goblins. ‘Other than the whole – my headmaster-screwed-over-my-life-for-his-own-ends – obviously?’
‘No, no, no.’ Alan muttered from the other side of Harry, his face showing exactly how angry he was at what they had learned inside the solicitors’ offices. ‘You’ve got that wrong. You mean -the headmaster-who-decided-that-screwing-up-one-orphaned-kid’s-life-wasn’t-enough-so-he-decided-to-try-with-Harry-as-well?’
‘The headmaster-who-did-all-that-and-possibly-decimated-his-inheritance-all-for-the-alleged-greater-good-who-are-so-good-they-can’t-be-bothered-to-get-off-their-own-brooms-and-take-part-in-a-war-that-was-brought-about-by-their-own-apathy…’ Jack continued.
‘And-thanks-to-the-aforementioned-headmaster’s-manipulations-the-Wizarding public-deciding-that-instead-of-fighting-in-the-aforementioned-war-they’d-let-a-kid-try-to-live-up-to-their-impossible-expectations-thanks-again-to-the-headmaster’s-Machiavellian-manipulations-of-creating-him-into-some-godlike-figure-who-will-save-us-all?’ Alan finished.
‘No.’ Harry replied, still looking distracted, in the direction of an alleyway leading away from Diagon Alley.
‘No?’ Both men stopped moving and looked at each other and then at Harry, waiting for his answer.
‘No.’ He stated. ‘I thought I saw Bill Weasley.’
***
‘I suppose it all started when I went back to school.’ Hermione said sipping her drink that Harry had bought for her, at the table in the White Hart whilst Harry drank his glass of coke. ‘Ron was being a right prat – what with you not there anymore. Dumbledore took away his prefect’s badge and gave it to Neville. He wasn’t happy about that. Then the quidditch team had a run of bad luck – and he started taking it out on everyone.’ She shifted in her seat uncomfortably, her eyes glazed over as she remembered her school year. ‘It wasn’t that he was mean – he just… Wasn’t there you know? Suddenly I was back to being the Hermione who lived in the library and had no friends. Ginny was off dating anything in trousers…’ She shivered. ‘Then he started dating Lavender of all people!’
Harry frowned and noticed how damp both their clothes were as Hermione, still shivering, began to quietly rant against Ron’s stupidity. Glancing around at the family milling about talking in quiet voices he reached for his wand and checked no one was watching them before casting drying and warming spells on them both.
‘Thanks Harry.’ She said, as she wound down. ‘Sorry – I don’t mean to rant – it just… Gets to me you know? For years it was the three of us and then…’ She looked at him ruefully before changing the subject. ‘New wand?’
‘My old one had too many tracking devices on it.’
‘Humph. That explains why Dumbledore was so angry when he couldn’t find you. I heard him once in Grimmauld Place.’ She sipped her drink. ‘I don’t think he knew I was there. He was talking to Remus – asking if Remus knew where you were, whether you’d sent anymore letters – and why didn’t he put a tracking charm on the first one.’ She picked up her drink and began to drink the last mouthful of her drink.
Harry snorted in disbelief. ‘As if Remus would do that to me…’
‘Oh.’ She exclaimed, almost choking on her drink, slamming down the glass on the table and turning to him, grabbing his arm suddenly. ‘He did Harry. He said he put a charm on it – but for some reason it didn’t work! I don’t know what he did wrong but...’
Harry froze, his mind trying to wrap around the fact that once again his wishes were ignored by those who claimed to be his friends. ‘Are you sure Hermione?’
She nodded furiously, her eyes welling up with tears, more in anger and frustration at things than anything else, Harry realised. What on earth happened when I was gone?
‘I’m sick of the way they keep treating you! They talk about how you’re supposed to save them all – but only on their terms! They act like they’re doing it for the ‘greater good’ but it’s ridiculous! Voldemort is gone – but I’m still treated as a second class citizen…’
‘You want to explain that statement?’ He interrupted, his voice low, but sounding deceptively calm.
‘What? Voldemort? He was found dead on…’
‘Not that.’ Harry interrupted again. ‘What you said after that.’
‘Oh.’ She seemed to shrink into her seat. ‘After… Well… After Ron started dating Lavender…’ She looked at her now empty glass woefully. ‘I think if we’re going to talk about this I’m going to need another drink Harry.’
Harry got up from his seat, picked up her empty glass and made his way to the bar. ‘Same again?’ He asked. ‘Vodka and orange juice right?’
‘Please.’
Harry got to the bar and leant against it, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket as he did so. ‘Can I have a pint of coke and another vodka and orange please?’
‘Squash?’ The barman asked as he prepared the drinks.
‘No juice please. And can I have a packet of crisps? The plain ones please.’
The barman put the two glasses on the bar and grabbed a packet of crisps from behind the bar, which he then placed beside the drinks. Harry then handed him a ten pound note. The barman put the money in the till and handed Harry his change. Harry put his change into his wallet, shoved his wallet back into his pocket and picked up the two drinks and his crisps. He carried his pint of coke and Hermione’s glass of vodka and orange juice back to the table on one hand with his crisps in the other.
‘So.’ He said, sitting back down having handed Hermione her drink. ‘You were going to explain the second class citizen thing again?’ He opened his crisps, offered them to Hermione, who shook her head, and leant back in his chair waiting for Hermione to begin.
‘I suppose it all began when we got back in school…’
***
‘Can I help you…gentlemen?’ Asked the lady behind the reception desk frowning at Harry, Jack and Alan as they walked into the foyer of ‘Crane, Crane, Walters and Walters Wizarding Solicitors to the Discerning Wizard’ offices, glancing curiously at their surroundings as they did so.
‘I’m here to see one of the partners.’ Harry stated. ‘It’s in regards to the Potter inheritance. And no – I don’t have an appointment.’ He added seeing her reach for her heavy leather-bound ledger.
She stopped her movement and looked them up and down, taking note of their attire which both Jack and Alan were obviously unused to. ‘In that case gentlemen, I’m afraid we can’t help you.’ She sniffed. ‘Please show yourselves out.’
‘I’m afraid it’s you who doesn’t understand.’ Harry said, leaning across her desk and reaching with his free hand to reveal his scar. ‘We’re here to discuss the Potter inheritance. With the partners. NOW.’
***
‘Thor! Buddy!’
‘Greetings O’Neill.’ Thor inclined his head in greeting to Jack. ‘Greetings Agent Potter.’ Thor inclined his head again.
‘Commander Thor.’ Harry replied, copying Thor’s actions.
‘So… Thor. Nice to see you again and all…’ Jack scratched his head as he trailed off.
Harry smirked. Why do I get the feeling Jack has no idea as to why we’re here?
‘So… Other than the lovely view of earth… Which is always good to see… What did…’
‘I have brought you here for a reason O’Neill and Agent Potter.’
‘Really?’ Jack drawled.
Harry rolled his eyes at Jack’s nonchalance.
‘The Asgard have been monitoring your planet recently – as we were requested to do so in search of anything unusual in regards to Agent Potter’s unique status – and we saw the signs of some unusual energy readings around certain objects.’
‘Such as?’
‘These.’
The air seemed to shimmer in front of their eyes. And suddenly a number of objects appeared out of thin air.
Harry’s jaw dropped.
‘You found them all?’
***
‘There are so many things I want to do.’ Harry said as he leant against the metal bar that separated the path from the playing field, and watched the football game which was underway. ‘Take them for example.’ He gestured to the men running around after the football, laughing and joking. ‘I never did anything like that. I was always picked last – if at all because of Dudley. When I got to Hogwarts it was in reverse – I was always picked first – but not because of anything I was capable of – I was picked because I was the boy-who-lived not because of me…’ He trailed off.
‘You feel like you were missing something?’ Alan asked.
‘How can you miss something you never had?’ He answered rhetorically. ‘Isn’t that what they say?’ He turned to Alan. ‘But for me – I knew what I was missing – every time I saw the Weasleys or Hermione – I knew their families actually loved them. Mine would have preferred me not to have existed.’ He shook his head. ‘Thanks to Dumbledore violating my parents wishes I got the chance to experience childhood – Dursley-style. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.’
Alan shivered. ‘Come on. Enough with the moping. Can we go back to your flat and get warm – its flipping freezing out here. We can talk about all this there instead.’ He turned away from the field and started back down the path to Harry’s flat. Harry watched the game for a few more seconds before turning away and following Alan. ‘Hey wait up!’ He called as he saw Alan turning the corner to the exit of the park. ‘It’s not like you can get in – you don’t have a key!’
As he walked toward the corner, he took one last glance at the football field. The evening was setting in and the men had now abandoned their impromptu kick-around and were heading off in the opposite direction to him, for the other park exit. Harry took in a deep breath and held it for a few moments. It’s so beautiful and peaceful here. The sun is just sinking behind the horizon. He closed his eyes and exhaled, the silence completely surrounding him.
Then he heard a scuffle from somewhere behind him. He opened his eyes and turned, moving towards the corner which led to the park exit. Then he heard it.
‘Crucio!’
And Alan started screaming.
***
*smirks at ending* And things continue to move along… Thoughts, comments, questions?
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: Life has gone kind of weird again – so sitting down and writing is not currently a priority.
Previous parts can be found here at my journal: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15
***
‘Something wrong?’ Jack asked, looking at Harry’s frown as they walked back to Gringotts and headed away from the wizarding solicitors they had been advised to see by the goblins. ‘Other than the whole – my headmaster-screwed-over-my-life-for-his-own-ends – obviously?’
‘No, no, no.’ Alan muttered from the other side of Harry, his face showing exactly how angry he was at what they had learned inside the solicitors’ offices. ‘You’ve got that wrong. You mean -the headmaster-who-decided-that-screwing-up-one-orphaned-kid’s-life-wasn’t-enough-so-he-decided-to-try-with-Harry-as-well?’
‘The headmaster-who-did-all-that-and-possibly-decimated-his-inheritance-all-for-the-alleged-greater-good-who-are-so-good-they-can’t-be-bothered-to-get-off-their-own-brooms-and-take-part-in-a-war-that-was-brought-about-by-their-own-apathy…’ Jack continued.
‘And-thanks-to-the-aforementioned-headmaster’s-manipulations-the-Wizarding public-deciding-that-instead-of-fighting-in-the-aforementioned-war-they’d-let-a-kid-try-to-live-up-to-their-impossible-expectations-thanks-again-to-the-headmaster’s-Machiavellian-manipulations-of-creating-him-into-some-godlike-figure-who-will-save-us-all?’ Alan finished.
‘No.’ Harry replied, still looking distracted, in the direction of an alleyway leading away from Diagon Alley.
‘No?’ Both men stopped moving and looked at each other and then at Harry, waiting for his answer.
‘No.’ He stated. ‘I thought I saw Bill Weasley.’
***
‘I suppose it all started when I went back to school.’ Hermione said sipping her drink that Harry had bought for her, at the table in the White Hart whilst Harry drank his glass of coke. ‘Ron was being a right prat – what with you not there anymore. Dumbledore took away his prefect’s badge and gave it to Neville. He wasn’t happy about that. Then the quidditch team had a run of bad luck – and he started taking it out on everyone.’ She shifted in her seat uncomfortably, her eyes glazed over as she remembered her school year. ‘It wasn’t that he was mean – he just… Wasn’t there you know? Suddenly I was back to being the Hermione who lived in the library and had no friends. Ginny was off dating anything in trousers…’ She shivered. ‘Then he started dating Lavender of all people!’
Harry frowned and noticed how damp both their clothes were as Hermione, still shivering, began to quietly rant against Ron’s stupidity. Glancing around at the family milling about talking in quiet voices he reached for his wand and checked no one was watching them before casting drying and warming spells on them both.
‘Thanks Harry.’ She said, as she wound down. ‘Sorry – I don’t mean to rant – it just… Gets to me you know? For years it was the three of us and then…’ She looked at him ruefully before changing the subject. ‘New wand?’
‘My old one had too many tracking devices on it.’
‘Humph. That explains why Dumbledore was so angry when he couldn’t find you. I heard him once in Grimmauld Place.’ She sipped her drink. ‘I don’t think he knew I was there. He was talking to Remus – asking if Remus knew where you were, whether you’d sent anymore letters – and why didn’t he put a tracking charm on the first one.’ She picked up her drink and began to drink the last mouthful of her drink.
Harry snorted in disbelief. ‘As if Remus would do that to me…’
‘Oh.’ She exclaimed, almost choking on her drink, slamming down the glass on the table and turning to him, grabbing his arm suddenly. ‘He did Harry. He said he put a charm on it – but for some reason it didn’t work! I don’t know what he did wrong but...’
Harry froze, his mind trying to wrap around the fact that once again his wishes were ignored by those who claimed to be his friends. ‘Are you sure Hermione?’
She nodded furiously, her eyes welling up with tears, more in anger and frustration at things than anything else, Harry realised. What on earth happened when I was gone?
‘I’m sick of the way they keep treating you! They talk about how you’re supposed to save them all – but only on their terms! They act like they’re doing it for the ‘greater good’ but it’s ridiculous! Voldemort is gone – but I’m still treated as a second class citizen…’
‘You want to explain that statement?’ He interrupted, his voice low, but sounding deceptively calm.
‘What? Voldemort? He was found dead on…’
‘Not that.’ Harry interrupted again. ‘What you said after that.’
‘Oh.’ She seemed to shrink into her seat. ‘After… Well… After Ron started dating Lavender…’ She looked at her now empty glass woefully. ‘I think if we’re going to talk about this I’m going to need another drink Harry.’
Harry got up from his seat, picked up her empty glass and made his way to the bar. ‘Same again?’ He asked. ‘Vodka and orange juice right?’
‘Please.’
Harry got to the bar and leant against it, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket as he did so. ‘Can I have a pint of coke and another vodka and orange please?’
‘Squash?’ The barman asked as he prepared the drinks.
‘No juice please. And can I have a packet of crisps? The plain ones please.’
The barman put the two glasses on the bar and grabbed a packet of crisps from behind the bar, which he then placed beside the drinks. Harry then handed him a ten pound note. The barman put the money in the till and handed Harry his change. Harry put his change into his wallet, shoved his wallet back into his pocket and picked up the two drinks and his crisps. He carried his pint of coke and Hermione’s glass of vodka and orange juice back to the table on one hand with his crisps in the other.
‘So.’ He said, sitting back down having handed Hermione her drink. ‘You were going to explain the second class citizen thing again?’ He opened his crisps, offered them to Hermione, who shook her head, and leant back in his chair waiting for Hermione to begin.
‘I suppose it all began when we got back in school…’
***
‘Can I help you…gentlemen?’ Asked the lady behind the reception desk frowning at Harry, Jack and Alan as they walked into the foyer of ‘Crane, Crane, Walters and Walters Wizarding Solicitors to the Discerning Wizard’ offices, glancing curiously at their surroundings as they did so.
‘I’m here to see one of the partners.’ Harry stated. ‘It’s in regards to the Potter inheritance. And no – I don’t have an appointment.’ He added seeing her reach for her heavy leather-bound ledger.
She stopped her movement and looked them up and down, taking note of their attire which both Jack and Alan were obviously unused to. ‘In that case gentlemen, I’m afraid we can’t help you.’ She sniffed. ‘Please show yourselves out.’
‘I’m afraid it’s you who doesn’t understand.’ Harry said, leaning across her desk and reaching with his free hand to reveal his scar. ‘We’re here to discuss the Potter inheritance. With the partners. NOW.’
***
‘Thor! Buddy!’
‘Greetings O’Neill.’ Thor inclined his head in greeting to Jack. ‘Greetings Agent Potter.’ Thor inclined his head again.
‘Commander Thor.’ Harry replied, copying Thor’s actions.
‘So… Thor. Nice to see you again and all…’ Jack scratched his head as he trailed off.
Harry smirked. Why do I get the feeling Jack has no idea as to why we’re here?
‘So… Other than the lovely view of earth… Which is always good to see… What did…’
‘I have brought you here for a reason O’Neill and Agent Potter.’
‘Really?’ Jack drawled.
Harry rolled his eyes at Jack’s nonchalance.
‘The Asgard have been monitoring your planet recently – as we were requested to do so in search of anything unusual in regards to Agent Potter’s unique status – and we saw the signs of some unusual energy readings around certain objects.’
‘Such as?’
‘These.’
The air seemed to shimmer in front of their eyes. And suddenly a number of objects appeared out of thin air.
Harry’s jaw dropped.
‘You found them all?’
***
‘There are so many things I want to do.’ Harry said as he leant against the metal bar that separated the path from the playing field, and watched the football game which was underway. ‘Take them for example.’ He gestured to the men running around after the football, laughing and joking. ‘I never did anything like that. I was always picked last – if at all because of Dudley. When I got to Hogwarts it was in reverse – I was always picked first – but not because of anything I was capable of – I was picked because I was the boy-who-lived not because of me…’ He trailed off.
‘You feel like you were missing something?’ Alan asked.
‘How can you miss something you never had?’ He answered rhetorically. ‘Isn’t that what they say?’ He turned to Alan. ‘But for me – I knew what I was missing – every time I saw the Weasleys or Hermione – I knew their families actually loved them. Mine would have preferred me not to have existed.’ He shook his head. ‘Thanks to Dumbledore violating my parents wishes I got the chance to experience childhood – Dursley-style. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.’
Alan shivered. ‘Come on. Enough with the moping. Can we go back to your flat and get warm – its flipping freezing out here. We can talk about all this there instead.’ He turned away from the field and started back down the path to Harry’s flat. Harry watched the game for a few more seconds before turning away and following Alan. ‘Hey wait up!’ He called as he saw Alan turning the corner to the exit of the park. ‘It’s not like you can get in – you don’t have a key!’
As he walked toward the corner, he took one last glance at the football field. The evening was setting in and the men had now abandoned their impromptu kick-around and were heading off in the opposite direction to him, for the other park exit. Harry took in a deep breath and held it for a few moments. It’s so beautiful and peaceful here. The sun is just sinking behind the horizon. He closed his eyes and exhaled, the silence completely surrounding him.
Then he heard a scuffle from somewhere behind him. He opened his eyes and turned, moving towards the corner which led to the park exit. Then he heard it.
‘Crucio!’
And Alan started screaming.
***
*smirks at ending* And things continue to move along… Thoughts, comments, questions?
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Date: 2006-11-20 08:45 am (UTC)Thank you! I'm glad you think so!
I really hope Alan didn't die, but I can see it happening. But that sucks.
Heh. Not telling.
And btw, your letters were priceless! I quoted them off to a friend of mine and she loved them!
Hah! They were a lot of fun to write too!
I'm going to make a link to your page from my live journal if you'll let me. A little advertisement isn't a bad thing right? lol. I'll book mark this for now though and keep my eye on it.
Link away! It's also posted up on fanfiction.net under my author name.
I'm looking forward to an update. Good work so far. Oh! And I love Harry and Clone-Jack's friendship. The jumping confused me at first, but I've gotten used to it now. Ok, it's midnight, and I still have laundry to do. Thanks for the good times!
I wanted the friendship to seem real - so I'm pleased it comes across right in the story. I'm glad you've managed to get used to the jumping around - it's been quite challenging to write. Well - it's 8:43 am here - and I was meant to start work half an hour ago! So - thanks for the review and I'm well pleased you like the story so far!
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