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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: I am about to begin a new course – jewellery making. Consequently I will have less free time – and therefore less time to write fic. Especially as I will be continuing Russian studies and (hopefully) begin my final year of my literature degree. Fic updates will continue to be sporadic.
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 Chapter 16 Chapter 17
***
‘So. How are you finding it here?’ Colonel John Sheppard asked, sitting down opposite Harry, pulling his tray full of food toward him across the table where he had put it only seconds earlier.
‘S’good.’ Harry replied, swallowing down his unusually coloured food. ‘Different,’ he said nodding at his food as an example, ‘but good.’
‘You’re here as our liaison to the Asgard.’
Harry nodded again. ‘I was asked to represent the combined interests of the Earth administrations and the Asgard High Council in the Pegasus galaxy.’ He replied, setting down his fork and looking at Sheppard, watching his face to see if any of his thoughts about Harry’s position could be seen. ‘What happens out here could have a massive impact back there.’ He leant back in his chair, noting Sheppard’s wry grimace at the thought of what had happened out in Atlantis with the re-awakening of the Wraith. ‘I’m outside of the command structure due to my position, so I don’t have the same constraints as someone else in my position might.’ He leant forward, picked up his fork and began eating again, still watching Sheppard’s face.
‘And your partner?’ Sheppard asked nodding in the direction of the clone of one Jack O’Neill, who appeared to be contemplating juggling some of the purple fruit on offer.
‘Hmm.’ Harry pondered for a moment before replying. ‘I think he tagged along just to fish.’
***
Hermione sipped her drink, set it back down onto the table and leant back against the faded cushions of the seat she was sitting on in the White Hart, and closed her eyes. ‘Once we were back in Hogwarts, the first thing everyone kept asking us was where you were. We couldn’t tell them anything. Dumbledore watched us almost all the time... I only realised it after… I just thought he was keeping an eye on us for you – so he could pass on how we were doing in classes and things… Just to keep you in the loop I suppose. I only realised later that he was doing it because he was hoping that one of us knew something and we would let it slip.’ She sighed.
‘And then?’
‘Then?’ She opened her eyes and gazed out into the room, her expression showing that she was not paying attention to her surroundings, but was instead remembering what seemed to be something quite painful for her. ‘Then Lavender happened. Suddenly both Ron and Ginny forgot I existed.’ She sat up. ‘I don’t blame Lavender. She hasn’t really changed one bit. But suddenly everyone I thought was a friend vanished.’ She grabbed her drink and took a large gulp. ‘Next thing I knew there were comments, snide ones – worse than what I’d had when I was in my first year at Hogwarts.’ She put her drink back down and glanced at Harry and then away, and began toying with the packet of crisps on the table.
‘I knew what it was like to be lonely in Hogwarts. I’d experienced it before. But this was something new – something different. More… sinister somehow. I was pretty much shunned by everyone – even the teachers seemed to ignore me. My marks dropped – even though I was handing in assignments that were up to my usual standard… Ron started to taunt me about stuff at one point. How I was useless as a friend because I didn’t do his homework for him. I realised at that point our friendship was over. What I didn’t realise was that once it was – I didn’t have any friends to turn to. Ginny sided with Ron and the rest of the Gryffindors followed. The Ravenclaws have never really liked me because of my marks – they found it funny. The Hufflepuffs barely even noticed. As for the Slytherins… Well.’ She grimaced. ‘You can imagine how thrilled Malfoy was to find me without any friends. I couldn’t work out what I had done wrong. It was only after Christmas that I realised what it was.’
Harry sat next to Hermione appalled. I can’t believe this. It seems so far fetched – but looking at her – I don’t think she’s telling me even half of what went on. And that can’t be a good thing.
She looked up at him, her eyes filling up. ‘I wasn’t useful anymore. I wasn’t Hermione Granger – muggleborn best friend to Harry Potter. I was just Hermione Granger – muggleborn. And that, for the wizarding world, is just not good enough.’
‘Hermione…’ Harry tried to formulate a response. I don’t know what to say to her. She’s had to put up with being abandoned by her friends twice, and betrayed by the people she trusted at Hogwarts. How could they do this to her?
She reached over to Harry, and saw his expression. She grabbed his hand. ‘It wasn’t your fault.’ She said firmly squeezing his hand in reassurance. ‘I know you too well. You automatically think that everything bad is your fault. It is not your fault that Hogwarts is filled with idiots, sycophants, blood purists and liars. And the same goes for the wizarding world too.’
‘But…’
‘Not. Your. Fault.’ She repeated. ‘They made their own decisions.’ She smiled, still with her eyes full of tears. ‘Even the bad ones. Besides – not everyone changed. Malfoy was still an incredible git; Professor Snape still ignored me…’ She paused. ‘There were two slight improvements…Neville. For one – he helped me quite a bit. Not openly – just… unobtrusively. He’s really starting to take a lot more control.’ She smirked. ‘Malfoy was not happy when Neville managed a complex curse that sent him to Madam Pomfrey.’
Harry grinned. ‘Excellent. I wish I could have seen that.’ He let go of Hermione’s hand and took the packet of crisps off the table, opened them and offered them to Hermione. She shook her head, and he took a large crisp out of the bag to eat. ‘You said two – what was the other?’ He bit into the crisp and waited for her answer.
‘A Slytherin of all people.’ She replied.
‘Slytherin?’ Harry almost choked. ‘Who? Malfoy? Snape?’
‘Professor Snape.’ She replied automatically. ‘Oh honestly Harry Potter!’ They both grinned. ‘Neither of the above. Blaise Zabini believe it or not.’
Harry looked puzzled. ‘Isn’t that the…’
‘Yes – that’s him. He stepped in a few times when Malfoy went a bit too far. Nothing nice mind you – he just reminded Malfoy of my muggleborn status – but it usually led to Malfoy dropping me so…’
‘Dropping you?’ Harry hissed dangerously. ‘Explain.’
Hermione looked down at her lap to avoid Harry’s gaze. ‘It was… Look… I…’ She took a deep breath and then faced him. ‘He grabbed me a few times. Shoved me up against a wall once – usually when there were other Slytherins around – to remind me how pathetic I was. Ron saw him do it once – and he ignored it – until he realised it was Malfoy – the bane of his existence – so he stepped in and they started fighting – right outside Professor Snape’s door no less. Zabini never did that - he would just make a cutting comment – about how soiled Malfoy’s hands would be for touching me – and Malfoy would leave me alone. He wasn’t nice… But he did get it to stop.’
‘And the teachers? Dumbledore? You said he was watching you – where were they in all this?’
She snorted. ‘Turning a rather spectacular blind eye to it all. I ended up making my own potion to help reduce bruises after the first week.’ She saw his face fall and grabbed his hand again. ‘But it’s over now – and it’s still not your fault.’
He smiled ruefully, and squeezed her hand in response. ‘Can I say that I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you through it?’
‘Not even that.’ She replied, her smile becoming wider. ‘You did what you had to do – and we are all better off for it. Voldemort is gone.’ She frowned. ‘Regardless of what Dumbledore says.’
‘Ahh yes. The Order.’ Harry muttered. ‘I wondered when we would get around to them. Care to share what they’ve been up to?’
***
‘If you’d just like to follow me Sirs.’ The non-descript looking agent said to Harry and Smythe as they stepped into the building. ‘If you could show me your ID?’
Smythe brought out his ID card and was waved to a checkpoint by the agent.
‘Name?’
‘Agent John Smythe.’
‘Are you carrying any of the prohibited items listed on your left?’ Smythe didn’t even bother to look. ‘No.’
‘Please enter through the door to your immediate left.’
Smythe exited the foyer through the door as the agent returned to Harry. ‘Your ID sir?’
Harry handed him his card.
‘Please step into the checkpoint.’
As Harry did so his body was bathed in very bright light. He realised they were examining him in much the same way as an X-ray machine worked.
‘Name?’
‘Agent Harry Potter.’
‘Are you carrying any of the prohibited items listed on your left?’
Harry looked at the list on the poster on the wall. No gun today – check. No knives – check. No controlled substances e.g. acid – check. No gas canisters – check. No liquids – check. He continued to read down the list mentally… Hang on – no wands? No wand – check. He thought vindictively of how Smythe had insisted on his wand being removed for this meeting. No magical substance that could be considered dangerous – check. No corrosives – check. No explosives non-magical or magical – check. Finally reaching the end of the list he replied. ‘No.’
‘Please enter through the door to your immediate left.’ The agent stated.
Harry turned and opened the door to see Smythe waiting on the other side.
They made their way through another four checkpoints. Each one asking to see their ID and directing them deeper into the building that Harry had never been into before. Finally they stopped outside a plain-looking door.
Smythe reached for the door handle before stopping and turning to Harry. ‘Are you ready?’ He said.
‘Yes.’ Harry replied steeling himself for whatever was behind the door.
‘Very well.’ Smythe opened the door and gestured for Harry to enter. Harry stepped into the darkened room and Smythe closed the door behind him, leaving Harry alone for the first time since they had entered the building together.
Harry could see much in the room, but he could see a dim outline of the back of a high-backed swivel chair. He walked slowly to it, stopped and waited.
The chair turned around slowly.
‘Hello Potter.’
****
Oh – so much fun to write! Your thoughts?
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: I am about to begin a new course – jewellery making. Consequently I will have less free time – and therefore less time to write fic. Especially as I will be continuing Russian studies and (hopefully) begin my final year of my literature degree. Fic updates will continue to be sporadic.
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 Chapter 16 Chapter 17
***
‘So. How are you finding it here?’ Colonel John Sheppard asked, sitting down opposite Harry, pulling his tray full of food toward him across the table where he had put it only seconds earlier.
‘S’good.’ Harry replied, swallowing down his unusually coloured food. ‘Different,’ he said nodding at his food as an example, ‘but good.’
‘You’re here as our liaison to the Asgard.’
Harry nodded again. ‘I was asked to represent the combined interests of the Earth administrations and the Asgard High Council in the Pegasus galaxy.’ He replied, setting down his fork and looking at Sheppard, watching his face to see if any of his thoughts about Harry’s position could be seen. ‘What happens out here could have a massive impact back there.’ He leant back in his chair, noting Sheppard’s wry grimace at the thought of what had happened out in Atlantis with the re-awakening of the Wraith. ‘I’m outside of the command structure due to my position, so I don’t have the same constraints as someone else in my position might.’ He leant forward, picked up his fork and began eating again, still watching Sheppard’s face.
‘And your partner?’ Sheppard asked nodding in the direction of the clone of one Jack O’Neill, who appeared to be contemplating juggling some of the purple fruit on offer.
‘Hmm.’ Harry pondered for a moment before replying. ‘I think he tagged along just to fish.’
***
Hermione sipped her drink, set it back down onto the table and leant back against the faded cushions of the seat she was sitting on in the White Hart, and closed her eyes. ‘Once we were back in Hogwarts, the first thing everyone kept asking us was where you were. We couldn’t tell them anything. Dumbledore watched us almost all the time... I only realised it after… I just thought he was keeping an eye on us for you – so he could pass on how we were doing in classes and things… Just to keep you in the loop I suppose. I only realised later that he was doing it because he was hoping that one of us knew something and we would let it slip.’ She sighed.
‘And then?’
‘Then?’ She opened her eyes and gazed out into the room, her expression showing that she was not paying attention to her surroundings, but was instead remembering what seemed to be something quite painful for her. ‘Then Lavender happened. Suddenly both Ron and Ginny forgot I existed.’ She sat up. ‘I don’t blame Lavender. She hasn’t really changed one bit. But suddenly everyone I thought was a friend vanished.’ She grabbed her drink and took a large gulp. ‘Next thing I knew there were comments, snide ones – worse than what I’d had when I was in my first year at Hogwarts.’ She put her drink back down and glanced at Harry and then away, and began toying with the packet of crisps on the table.
‘I knew what it was like to be lonely in Hogwarts. I’d experienced it before. But this was something new – something different. More… sinister somehow. I was pretty much shunned by everyone – even the teachers seemed to ignore me. My marks dropped – even though I was handing in assignments that were up to my usual standard… Ron started to taunt me about stuff at one point. How I was useless as a friend because I didn’t do his homework for him. I realised at that point our friendship was over. What I didn’t realise was that once it was – I didn’t have any friends to turn to. Ginny sided with Ron and the rest of the Gryffindors followed. The Ravenclaws have never really liked me because of my marks – they found it funny. The Hufflepuffs barely even noticed. As for the Slytherins… Well.’ She grimaced. ‘You can imagine how thrilled Malfoy was to find me without any friends. I couldn’t work out what I had done wrong. It was only after Christmas that I realised what it was.’
Harry sat next to Hermione appalled. I can’t believe this. It seems so far fetched – but looking at her – I don’t think she’s telling me even half of what went on. And that can’t be a good thing.
She looked up at him, her eyes filling up. ‘I wasn’t useful anymore. I wasn’t Hermione Granger – muggleborn best friend to Harry Potter. I was just Hermione Granger – muggleborn. And that, for the wizarding world, is just not good enough.’
‘Hermione…’ Harry tried to formulate a response. I don’t know what to say to her. She’s had to put up with being abandoned by her friends twice, and betrayed by the people she trusted at Hogwarts. How could they do this to her?
She reached over to Harry, and saw his expression. She grabbed his hand. ‘It wasn’t your fault.’ She said firmly squeezing his hand in reassurance. ‘I know you too well. You automatically think that everything bad is your fault. It is not your fault that Hogwarts is filled with idiots, sycophants, blood purists and liars. And the same goes for the wizarding world too.’
‘But…’
‘Not. Your. Fault.’ She repeated. ‘They made their own decisions.’ She smiled, still with her eyes full of tears. ‘Even the bad ones. Besides – not everyone changed. Malfoy was still an incredible git; Professor Snape still ignored me…’ She paused. ‘There were two slight improvements…Neville. For one – he helped me quite a bit. Not openly – just… unobtrusively. He’s really starting to take a lot more control.’ She smirked. ‘Malfoy was not happy when Neville managed a complex curse that sent him to Madam Pomfrey.’
Harry grinned. ‘Excellent. I wish I could have seen that.’ He let go of Hermione’s hand and took the packet of crisps off the table, opened them and offered them to Hermione. She shook her head, and he took a large crisp out of the bag to eat. ‘You said two – what was the other?’ He bit into the crisp and waited for her answer.
‘A Slytherin of all people.’ She replied.
‘Slytherin?’ Harry almost choked. ‘Who? Malfoy? Snape?’
‘Professor Snape.’ She replied automatically. ‘Oh honestly Harry Potter!’ They both grinned. ‘Neither of the above. Blaise Zabini believe it or not.’
Harry looked puzzled. ‘Isn’t that the…’
‘Yes – that’s him. He stepped in a few times when Malfoy went a bit too far. Nothing nice mind you – he just reminded Malfoy of my muggleborn status – but it usually led to Malfoy dropping me so…’
‘Dropping you?’ Harry hissed dangerously. ‘Explain.’
Hermione looked down at her lap to avoid Harry’s gaze. ‘It was… Look… I…’ She took a deep breath and then faced him. ‘He grabbed me a few times. Shoved me up against a wall once – usually when there were other Slytherins around – to remind me how pathetic I was. Ron saw him do it once – and he ignored it – until he realised it was Malfoy – the bane of his existence – so he stepped in and they started fighting – right outside Professor Snape’s door no less. Zabini never did that - he would just make a cutting comment – about how soiled Malfoy’s hands would be for touching me – and Malfoy would leave me alone. He wasn’t nice… But he did get it to stop.’
‘And the teachers? Dumbledore? You said he was watching you – where were they in all this?’
She snorted. ‘Turning a rather spectacular blind eye to it all. I ended up making my own potion to help reduce bruises after the first week.’ She saw his face fall and grabbed his hand again. ‘But it’s over now – and it’s still not your fault.’
He smiled ruefully, and squeezed her hand in response. ‘Can I say that I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you through it?’
‘Not even that.’ She replied, her smile becoming wider. ‘You did what you had to do – and we are all better off for it. Voldemort is gone.’ She frowned. ‘Regardless of what Dumbledore says.’
‘Ahh yes. The Order.’ Harry muttered. ‘I wondered when we would get around to them. Care to share what they’ve been up to?’
***
‘If you’d just like to follow me Sirs.’ The non-descript looking agent said to Harry and Smythe as they stepped into the building. ‘If you could show me your ID?’
Smythe brought out his ID card and was waved to a checkpoint by the agent.
‘Name?’
‘Agent John Smythe.’
‘Are you carrying any of the prohibited items listed on your left?’ Smythe didn’t even bother to look. ‘No.’
‘Please enter through the door to your immediate left.’
Smythe exited the foyer through the door as the agent returned to Harry. ‘Your ID sir?’
Harry handed him his card.
‘Please step into the checkpoint.’
As Harry did so his body was bathed in very bright light. He realised they were examining him in much the same way as an X-ray machine worked.
‘Name?’
‘Agent Harry Potter.’
‘Are you carrying any of the prohibited items listed on your left?’
Harry looked at the list on the poster on the wall. No gun today – check. No knives – check. No controlled substances e.g. acid – check. No gas canisters – check. No liquids – check. He continued to read down the list mentally… Hang on – no wands? No wand – check. He thought vindictively of how Smythe had insisted on his wand being removed for this meeting. No magical substance that could be considered dangerous – check. No corrosives – check. No explosives non-magical or magical – check. Finally reaching the end of the list he replied. ‘No.’
‘Please enter through the door to your immediate left.’ The agent stated.
Harry turned and opened the door to see Smythe waiting on the other side.
They made their way through another four checkpoints. Each one asking to see their ID and directing them deeper into the building that Harry had never been into before. Finally they stopped outside a plain-looking door.
Smythe reached for the door handle before stopping and turning to Harry. ‘Are you ready?’ He said.
‘Yes.’ Harry replied steeling himself for whatever was behind the door.
‘Very well.’ Smythe opened the door and gestured for Harry to enter. Harry stepped into the darkened room and Smythe closed the door behind him, leaving Harry alone for the first time since they had entered the building together.
Harry could see much in the room, but he could see a dim outline of the back of a high-backed swivel chair. He walked slowly to it, stopped and waited.
The chair turned around slowly.
‘Hello Potter.’
****
Oh – so much fun to write! Your thoughts?
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Date: 2007-01-22 08:31 am (UTC)Nicely done.
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Date: 2007-01-22 06:46 pm (UTC)*looks incredibly smug*
Nicely done.
Thank you - I debated quite a bit as to whether it worked or not - so I'm glad it did!