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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
Notes: Things I should be doing right now: sleeping, writing out my assignment, watching the dvd of the play my assignment is about, re-reading the play, preparing for tomorrow. What I actually am doing: typing up a chapter I wrote about two weeks ago but haven’t had a chance to type up yet.
Onwards and upwards!
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 Chapter 18
***
Harry froze. Stunned by the figure sitting in front of him.
‘You!’
‘Precisely Potter. Me.’
Harry’s eyes moved from the face he loathed and focussed on the wand now aimed at him. The figure smirked. ‘Lumos.’
Harry fixed the chair’s occupant with his most deadly glare. I will not let him get the better of me this time! I’m not the same person I was when I was at Hogwarts. He took a deep breath before speaking in a cold, calm voice, ‘I should have guessed it was you.’ He allowed a hint of a sneer into his tone, ‘You always did have a flair for over the top dramatics in school. And I see…’
‘Silencio!’ The man hissed. ‘You are here to listen Potter. Something I admit I don’t recall you ever managing before – but for once in your life…’ He trailed off and conjured a chair for Harry. ‘Sit.’ Harry, unable to speak, stayed standing, his body shaking with the need to hurt this figure from his past. ‘The sooner you sit Potter, the quicker this little interview will be over for the both of us.’ Harry sat, still shaking, his whole focus on the person in front of him. ‘Now listen carefully Potter.’ The man spat. ‘And I shall tell you everything I know – as per Agent Smythe’s ill-thought request.’
***
‘And this must be Ms Granger. How do you do?’
Hermione visibly flinched on seeing him before recollecting herself. ‘I know you warned me Harry,’ she said, nodding to Harry who stood next to her smirking, ‘but it really is uncanny how much you resemble Lucius Malfoy, Mr Smythe.’ She took Smythe’s proffered hand and shook it firmly.
‘Physical resemblance only.’ Smythe replied smoothly. ‘I pride myself on being the white sheep of the Malfoy family.’
‘Indeed?’ Hermione replied archly. ‘And just how do you manage that?’
‘Surprisingly well.’ Smythe answered. ‘Shall we sit?’ He gestured towards the chairs whilst he made his way around his desk to sit in his own chair. ‘Neal.’ He said, pressing a button, ‘Coffee for three.’
Moments later Neal entered with three cups of coffee, a silver sugar bowl filled with sugar cubes with silver tongs, a small, silver jug of milk and a plate full of chocolate biscuits. He placed them onto the table before making his way out of Smythe’s office.
‘Milk and sugar Ms Granger?’
‘Milk only please.’
‘Ah I forgot. Your parents were dentists were they not?’ He stated as he poured milk into one of the cups. Hermione inclined her head in acknowledgement. ‘In that case I shall refrain from offering you the biscuits – but do help yourself if you should wish to indulge.’ He passed the cup and saucer to her. ‘Your usual Potter?’
‘Please.’
Smythe poured some milk into the second cup before delicately dropping four cubes of sugar into it. He passed the cup and saucer over to Harry, and then placed seven cubes into his cup, added a splash of milk, picked up his teaspoon from the saucer and stirred his coffee.
‘I think it is time for us to get down to business.’ He said, removing the spoon from his well-stirred cup, tapping it on the rim and then placing it back onto the saucer. ‘Tell me Ms Granger. What do you think of the Wizarding world?’
***
‘Greetings Agent Potter.’ Thor spoke from his high council seat, the rest of the Asgard High Council watching Harry closely.
‘Commander Thor.’ Harry replied, nodding his head. ‘High Council.’
‘We understand that you are aware of us and the circumstances regarding the status of your kind on your planet.’ Another Asgard spoke – one Harry didn’t recognise.
‘I do.’
‘We know that you do not wish to remain with your own kind.’
‘That is correct.’
Another member of the High Council spoke. ‘You have been offered a position in the Stargate base – in partnership to the clone of one Jack O’Neill but have refused.’
‘Yes, I have.’
The High Council appeared to be waiting for more information. I have no intention of telling you anything unless you actually ask for it. I know you are our allies, but having read some of the reports, you could have helped us so many times, and I know that you have saved our skins – but that does not mean you have our best interests at heart.
Eventually the Asgard who had spoken after Thor asked the question Harry could tell they all wanted answered. ‘Why not?’
Harry frowned. How do I answer this one then? He took a long breath in as he ordered his thoughts before starting his reply. ‘Can I assume that you are all fully briefed in regards to the Wizarding world and the Dark Lord Voldemort?’
‘We are.’ Thor replied.
‘You are also aware that I killed him?’ Harry stated bluntly.
‘Indeed.’ Thor bowed.
‘And finally are you aware that he may not actually be dead?’
For a moment there was silence, and then a low murmuring filled the hall. The noise rose rapidly, before gradually getting quieter, until there was once again silence. Thor gazed down at Harry and finally spoke. ‘We were not. Can you explain this to us Agent Potter?’
Harry sighed inwardly. Here we go again! ‘Can I ask if the Asgard have ever heard of Horcruxes?’
***
‘Brrrrrrrring!’
‘I’ll get it!’ Alan declared cheerfully at the sound of the flat’s doorbell, he smirked as he gleefully noted Harry’s flour covered ensemble.
‘I’ll get you for this!’ Harry shouted, threatening Alan’s smirking face with his wooden mixing spoon which he dropped back into the bowl as Alan made his way to the door, Harry desperately tried to remove some of the flour Alan had just covered him with whilst he was in the middle of making pancakes.
‘Empty threats!’ Alan retorted as he got to the door. Sliding the door chain on, he opened the door cautiously. ‘Yes?’
Two men stood outside, looking uncomfortable. Finally the elder of the two, a distinctly shabby looking man said, ‘Is Harry there?’
Alan was immediately on his guard. ‘That depends.’ He replied, signalling to Harry to be prepared just in case. ‘Who wants to know?’
‘Remus Lupin and Bill Weasley.’
***
‘Mr Potter.’ The man smiled, showing his sparkling teeth. ‘Let me introduce myself! Daniel Parker, legal advisor to the discerning wizard families!’ He gave them another gleaming smile. ‘And who might your friends be?’
‘My associates are not up for discussion.’ Harry replied, noting with distaste that Daniel Parker reminded him of a combination of Gilderoy Lockhart and Colin Creevy, with all the admirable characteristics taken out.
‘Well… Sir…’ His voice lost some of its overly pleased sound. ‘You are aware that by law, unless one of these gentlemen is your magical guardian then we cannot discuss any legal matters today.’
‘Considering one of my magical guardians is dead, and the other resides in a long term care ward for spell damage in St. Mungo’s I highly doubt either of my two associates is either of them – but that shouldn’t matter – being as I am of age.’
‘Mr Potter…’ Parker drawled patronisingly. ‘As you still attend Hogwarts and have the headmaster listed as your guardian I cannot discuss anything with you today.’ He smiled at them, his smile once again showing his gleaming teeth. ‘In fact – I’m going to have to ask you to leave – and return with your guardian – or wait until you are of age.’
Harry just looked at Parker, taking in his flamboyant robes, his perfectly sculpted hair, his immaculately polished wand and shoes, his still gleaming teeth and the very smug expression on his face. Jack and Alan stood either side of Harry and glared. Parker’s smile faltered, and all three could tell he was intimidated by this united show of strength surrounding Harry. I could almost pity him. Harry thought, amused by Parker’s attempts to regain his composure. I wouldn’t fancy having either Jack or Alan glare at me like that – let alone the two of them together!
‘I believe you have been misinformed.’ Harry said, very quietly. ‘I withdrew from Hogwarts at the end of my fifth year. I have documentation here stating that I am considered an adult in the Wizarding world. I wish to discuss my parents’ estate. It would be in both your and your company’s best interests to acquiesce to my wishes. I will be accompanied by my associates.’
Parker shivered at the tone of Harry’s voice. He once again tried to regain his smarmy equilibrium. ‘But of course Mr Potter! Please accept my most sincere apologies! I have obviously been misinformed! May I see your documentation?’
Harry noticed the gleam in Parker’s eyes as he pulled out the documents stating his legal status as an adult. ‘Of course – here you go.’ Harry replied handing them over.
‘I’ll just get these verified and we can get down to business!’ Parker declared, sauntering off. ‘I’ll bring them back in a few moments!’
Harry waited for a moment before speaking to Parker’s back, ‘There’s no need to return them.’ They all watched Parker’s face contort in the reflection of the mirror at the end of the corridor at the thought of having Harry’s papers in his hands. Harry grinned. ‘I have extra copies.’
Parker’s face is a curious combination of smarm, rage and fury, Harry noted gleefully.
Parker composed himself, unaware that they had watched him in the mirror. ‘But of course – no one in their right mind would only have one copy of such important papers.’ Parker stated as he turned back to face them, his gleaming smile upon his face once more. ‘My office is just this way. Miss Spence!’ He gestured to a mousy looking assistant, who had been filing away papers in a filing cabinet outside one of the offices. ‘Get these verified for Mister Potter immediately!’ He handed her Harry’s papers before gesturing to them to follow him.
He opened the door for Harry and gestured again for Jack and Alan to follow. Alan stopped and grasped the door. ‘After you.’ He said to Parker, thereby ensuring that Parker couldn’t escape the meeting by shutting them in here without him.
Parker scuttled in, eyeing the three of them as Alan closed the door.
As the three of them eyed Parker, they all noticed how his gleaming smile appeared to be significantly dimmed by the prospect of discussing anything with Harry, nor did he make any movement to sit at his highly ornate desk, with its elaborate decorations in the reddish-brown polished wood.
Eventually Harry realised he needed to get Parker moving as it was obvious the man had no intention of doing so himself.
‘The Potter Estate.’ Harry said, conjuring a chair for himself and settling down into it. ‘Begin.’
****
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
Notes: Things I should be doing right now: sleeping, writing out my assignment, watching the dvd of the play my assignment is about, re-reading the play, preparing for tomorrow. What I actually am doing: typing up a chapter I wrote about two weeks ago but haven’t had a chance to type up yet.
Onwards and upwards!
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 Chapter 18
***
Harry froze. Stunned by the figure sitting in front of him.
‘You!’
‘Precisely Potter. Me.’
Harry’s eyes moved from the face he loathed and focussed on the wand now aimed at him. The figure smirked. ‘Lumos.’
Harry fixed the chair’s occupant with his most deadly glare. I will not let him get the better of me this time! I’m not the same person I was when I was at Hogwarts. He took a deep breath before speaking in a cold, calm voice, ‘I should have guessed it was you.’ He allowed a hint of a sneer into his tone, ‘You always did have a flair for over the top dramatics in school. And I see…’
‘Silencio!’ The man hissed. ‘You are here to listen Potter. Something I admit I don’t recall you ever managing before – but for once in your life…’ He trailed off and conjured a chair for Harry. ‘Sit.’ Harry, unable to speak, stayed standing, his body shaking with the need to hurt this figure from his past. ‘The sooner you sit Potter, the quicker this little interview will be over for the both of us.’ Harry sat, still shaking, his whole focus on the person in front of him. ‘Now listen carefully Potter.’ The man spat. ‘And I shall tell you everything I know – as per Agent Smythe’s ill-thought request.’
***
‘And this must be Ms Granger. How do you do?’
Hermione visibly flinched on seeing him before recollecting herself. ‘I know you warned me Harry,’ she said, nodding to Harry who stood next to her smirking, ‘but it really is uncanny how much you resemble Lucius Malfoy, Mr Smythe.’ She took Smythe’s proffered hand and shook it firmly.
‘Physical resemblance only.’ Smythe replied smoothly. ‘I pride myself on being the white sheep of the Malfoy family.’
‘Indeed?’ Hermione replied archly. ‘And just how do you manage that?’
‘Surprisingly well.’ Smythe answered. ‘Shall we sit?’ He gestured towards the chairs whilst he made his way around his desk to sit in his own chair. ‘Neal.’ He said, pressing a button, ‘Coffee for three.’
Moments later Neal entered with three cups of coffee, a silver sugar bowl filled with sugar cubes with silver tongs, a small, silver jug of milk and a plate full of chocolate biscuits. He placed them onto the table before making his way out of Smythe’s office.
‘Milk and sugar Ms Granger?’
‘Milk only please.’
‘Ah I forgot. Your parents were dentists were they not?’ He stated as he poured milk into one of the cups. Hermione inclined her head in acknowledgement. ‘In that case I shall refrain from offering you the biscuits – but do help yourself if you should wish to indulge.’ He passed the cup and saucer to her. ‘Your usual Potter?’
‘Please.’
Smythe poured some milk into the second cup before delicately dropping four cubes of sugar into it. He passed the cup and saucer over to Harry, and then placed seven cubes into his cup, added a splash of milk, picked up his teaspoon from the saucer and stirred his coffee.
‘I think it is time for us to get down to business.’ He said, removing the spoon from his well-stirred cup, tapping it on the rim and then placing it back onto the saucer. ‘Tell me Ms Granger. What do you think of the Wizarding world?’
***
‘Greetings Agent Potter.’ Thor spoke from his high council seat, the rest of the Asgard High Council watching Harry closely.
‘Commander Thor.’ Harry replied, nodding his head. ‘High Council.’
‘We understand that you are aware of us and the circumstances regarding the status of your kind on your planet.’ Another Asgard spoke – one Harry didn’t recognise.
‘I do.’
‘We know that you do not wish to remain with your own kind.’
‘That is correct.’
Another member of the High Council spoke. ‘You have been offered a position in the Stargate base – in partnership to the clone of one Jack O’Neill but have refused.’
‘Yes, I have.’
The High Council appeared to be waiting for more information. I have no intention of telling you anything unless you actually ask for it. I know you are our allies, but having read some of the reports, you could have helped us so many times, and I know that you have saved our skins – but that does not mean you have our best interests at heart.
Eventually the Asgard who had spoken after Thor asked the question Harry could tell they all wanted answered. ‘Why not?’
Harry frowned. How do I answer this one then? He took a long breath in as he ordered his thoughts before starting his reply. ‘Can I assume that you are all fully briefed in regards to the Wizarding world and the Dark Lord Voldemort?’
‘We are.’ Thor replied.
‘You are also aware that I killed him?’ Harry stated bluntly.
‘Indeed.’ Thor bowed.
‘And finally are you aware that he may not actually be dead?’
For a moment there was silence, and then a low murmuring filled the hall. The noise rose rapidly, before gradually getting quieter, until there was once again silence. Thor gazed down at Harry and finally spoke. ‘We were not. Can you explain this to us Agent Potter?’
Harry sighed inwardly. Here we go again! ‘Can I ask if the Asgard have ever heard of Horcruxes?’
***
‘Brrrrrrrring!’
‘I’ll get it!’ Alan declared cheerfully at the sound of the flat’s doorbell, he smirked as he gleefully noted Harry’s flour covered ensemble.
‘I’ll get you for this!’ Harry shouted, threatening Alan’s smirking face with his wooden mixing spoon which he dropped back into the bowl as Alan made his way to the door, Harry desperately tried to remove some of the flour Alan had just covered him with whilst he was in the middle of making pancakes.
‘Empty threats!’ Alan retorted as he got to the door. Sliding the door chain on, he opened the door cautiously. ‘Yes?’
Two men stood outside, looking uncomfortable. Finally the elder of the two, a distinctly shabby looking man said, ‘Is Harry there?’
Alan was immediately on his guard. ‘That depends.’ He replied, signalling to Harry to be prepared just in case. ‘Who wants to know?’
‘Remus Lupin and Bill Weasley.’
***
‘Mr Potter.’ The man smiled, showing his sparkling teeth. ‘Let me introduce myself! Daniel Parker, legal advisor to the discerning wizard families!’ He gave them another gleaming smile. ‘And who might your friends be?’
‘My associates are not up for discussion.’ Harry replied, noting with distaste that Daniel Parker reminded him of a combination of Gilderoy Lockhart and Colin Creevy, with all the admirable characteristics taken out.
‘Well… Sir…’ His voice lost some of its overly pleased sound. ‘You are aware that by law, unless one of these gentlemen is your magical guardian then we cannot discuss any legal matters today.’
‘Considering one of my magical guardians is dead, and the other resides in a long term care ward for spell damage in St. Mungo’s I highly doubt either of my two associates is either of them – but that shouldn’t matter – being as I am of age.’
‘Mr Potter…’ Parker drawled patronisingly. ‘As you still attend Hogwarts and have the headmaster listed as your guardian I cannot discuss anything with you today.’ He smiled at them, his smile once again showing his gleaming teeth. ‘In fact – I’m going to have to ask you to leave – and return with your guardian – or wait until you are of age.’
Harry just looked at Parker, taking in his flamboyant robes, his perfectly sculpted hair, his immaculately polished wand and shoes, his still gleaming teeth and the very smug expression on his face. Jack and Alan stood either side of Harry and glared. Parker’s smile faltered, and all three could tell he was intimidated by this united show of strength surrounding Harry. I could almost pity him. Harry thought, amused by Parker’s attempts to regain his composure. I wouldn’t fancy having either Jack or Alan glare at me like that – let alone the two of them together!
‘I believe you have been misinformed.’ Harry said, very quietly. ‘I withdrew from Hogwarts at the end of my fifth year. I have documentation here stating that I am considered an adult in the Wizarding world. I wish to discuss my parents’ estate. It would be in both your and your company’s best interests to acquiesce to my wishes. I will be accompanied by my associates.’
Parker shivered at the tone of Harry’s voice. He once again tried to regain his smarmy equilibrium. ‘But of course Mr Potter! Please accept my most sincere apologies! I have obviously been misinformed! May I see your documentation?’
Harry noticed the gleam in Parker’s eyes as he pulled out the documents stating his legal status as an adult. ‘Of course – here you go.’ Harry replied handing them over.
‘I’ll just get these verified and we can get down to business!’ Parker declared, sauntering off. ‘I’ll bring them back in a few moments!’
Harry waited for a moment before speaking to Parker’s back, ‘There’s no need to return them.’ They all watched Parker’s face contort in the reflection of the mirror at the end of the corridor at the thought of having Harry’s papers in his hands. Harry grinned. ‘I have extra copies.’
Parker’s face is a curious combination of smarm, rage and fury, Harry noted gleefully.
Parker composed himself, unaware that they had watched him in the mirror. ‘But of course – no one in their right mind would only have one copy of such important papers.’ Parker stated as he turned back to face them, his gleaming smile upon his face once more. ‘My office is just this way. Miss Spence!’ He gestured to a mousy looking assistant, who had been filing away papers in a filing cabinet outside one of the offices. ‘Get these verified for Mister Potter immediately!’ He handed her Harry’s papers before gesturing to them to follow him.
He opened the door for Harry and gestured again for Jack and Alan to follow. Alan stopped and grasped the door. ‘After you.’ He said to Parker, thereby ensuring that Parker couldn’t escape the meeting by shutting them in here without him.
Parker scuttled in, eyeing the three of them as Alan closed the door.
As the three of them eyed Parker, they all noticed how his gleaming smile appeared to be significantly dimmed by the prospect of discussing anything with Harry, nor did he make any movement to sit at his highly ornate desk, with its elaborate decorations in the reddish-brown polished wood.
Eventually Harry realised he needed to get Parker moving as it was obvious the man had no intention of doing so himself.
‘The Potter Estate.’ Harry said, conjuring a chair for himself and settling down into it. ‘Begin.’
****
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