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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 – my final coursework piece for Russian. What I am doing – typing up the chapter I wrote out weeks ago.
I’ve had more than one comparison to Lost. Please note – I’ve never seen Lost so any similarities are purely coincidental.
For those more interested in what inspired this style of story – I would advise them to look at the following novels: The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins and The Ghost Road by Pat Barker. Whilst I an nowhere near the standard of these writers – I found a number of the concepts to be very useful when plotting out analepsis – which I am reliably informed by my literature tutor is the correct name for a flashback scene.
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 Chapter 19 Chapter 20
And after that long note – onwards with the story!
***
‘Let me tell you a story Potter.’ He said, ‘Are you sitting comfortably?’ He smirked, taking in Harry’s immobile figure. ‘For once in your miserable life you will listen to me.’
He conjured up a goblet of some liquid, sipped it and then settled down into his chair opposite Harry. ‘I joined Smythe before you entered Hogwarts.’ He stated quietly. ‘After I turned spy for Dumbledore – which was brought about by acting on my own conscious, he taught me the art of Occlumency. What he didn’t anticipate was me seeing into his twisted plans. A fault of many of those who believe themselves to be great – he overestimated his power.’ He gazed across at Harry. ‘Let me summarise for you.’
‘One.’ He held up a long bony finger. ‘He Imperio’d Sirius Black and Obliviated him – ensuring Black believed he had used his own free will to send me to the Shrieking Shack. Ensuring Black’s mistreatment of me and others in all the other houses sent us straight to the Dark Lord.’
‘Two.’ He held up a second finger. ‘He ensured my loyalty was to him by forcing me to swear an oath. Oaths are not taking lightly in the Wizarding World, Mr Potter. Part of that oath was to be unable to reveal anything about my spying to another wizard or witch without his explicit consent…’
Harry felt confused. How on earth did I find out about it? Or Smythe and his organisation for that matter?
‘I sense your confusion - let me clarify. I can discuss this – because you already know about my other… duties.’ He said distastefully. ‘If you have already heard from other sources – then I can speak freely.’ He smirked. ‘Dumbledore remains unaware of any group who monitor the Wizarding world, outside of other magical races that is. My reports are sent to you via Smythe’s department. Therefore I am not telling any wizard or witch anything. My reports are handled by those who are not magical.’ He leant back in his chair, looking incredibly smug. ‘Clever isn’t it?’ He shifted in his chair. ‘As for today’s explanation… Well, Dumbledore stated that you must be made to return to the Wizarding world by any means necessary. What I am telling you today could make you return – therefore I have not yet broken my oath.’
‘Let us move on, however. Three.’ He held up a third finger. ‘My hands have always been tied when it comes to you Mr Potter. I could not tell you why you needed to know Occlumency as Dumbledore had not given me leave to do so. In fact – I could not tell any wizard anything, without his permission.’ He leant forward. ‘You must understand Mr Potter – on leaving the Dark Lord – I was desperate. I was willing to give any oath to Dumbledore…’ He trailed off and sighed deeply.
‘Dumbledore was unaware I had seen anything. He had been manoeuvring us all.’ He sipped some more of his drink. ‘Do you realise he told me to tell the Dark Lord the prophecy – in its truncated form? I had been spying for some time at that point.’ He turned a hard glare at Harry. ‘He wrote off your parents as what the muggles would call ‘collateral damage’, Mr Potter. He would have rushed to the rescue of course - after your family had died defeating the Dark Lord – he would have claimed victory! Hagrid was sent first to see if the coast was clear, he was also told to collect any living family members and take them to Dumbledore. How do you think Hagrid turned up so quickly to your parents’ house with you inside? It was under Fidelius. Wormtail only told the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. He did not tell Dumbledore. He did not tell Hagrid. The spell should have held against them.’
He turned his attention back to his goblet, staring at the liquid inside. ‘But there was one thing Dumbledore did not anticipate Mr Potter. And that was you surviving the Dark Lord.’
He waved his hand in Harry’s direction, and Harry felt the spell release him. He sighed in relief as he felt his muscles relax and sunk down into his chair. ‘Thank you professor.’
Snape’s expression turned into what could almost be described as a wry grin. ‘I think Mr Potter, that that is probably the first time you were ever sincere in saying that.’
Harry’s expression lightened. ‘I think you might be right sir.’
‘To continue.’ Snape conjured a second goblet for Harry. ‘It is only water Potter.’ He said on seeing Harry’s frown. ‘If I wanted to poison you – don’t you think I would have done it by now?’
Harry looked as though he was thinking about that. ‘I don’t know sir.’ He said eventually. ‘Maybe you were just biding your time and lulling me into a false sense of security?’
Snape’s lips twitched. ‘Touché.’ He drank from his goblet as Harry did the same.
‘As I said – to continue, Dumbledore placed you with your mother’s sister. It was not unknown in the Order that she disliked magic – although she was fond of her sister.’
‘Aunt Petunia?’ Harry spluttered. ‘Fond?’
Snape frowned at Harry’s interruption. ‘Potter.’ He said, his voice dropping to the smooth deadly voice he used in his potions classes, ‘I would prefer to continue with no interruptions… from you.’
‘My apologies sir. My aunt has never appeared to be… particularly fond of anything to do with my mother.’
‘Hmm.’ Snape put aside his goblet and steepled his fingers in front of him. ‘I only know what I heard of your aunt. She was fond of your mother and tolerated your father. She was also known to dislike the Wizarding world intensely – although that may have had something to do with Black playing a prank of some sort on her.’ He dropped his fingers to the arms of his chair. ‘Nevertheless – Dumbledore declared you safe at your aunt’s house. Most of the Order was happy to return to their lives without the threat of the Dark Lord hanging over them. The Weasleys did suggest you be raised with them, but they soon dropped that suggestion. The Longbottoms however… Well… Tell me Potter – what do you know of the Longbottoms?’
‘Neville’s parents?’ At Snape’s nod he continued. ‘Not much – they were cursed by Bellatrix and a group of Death Eaters after Voldemort’s first fall. They ended up in Saint Mungo’s – permanent spell damage.’ He paused. ‘I found out more recently that Neville’s mother was appointed my godmother.’ He stopped and waited for a response.
‘Correct.’ Snape said. ‘She is indeed listed as your godmother. As your mother was to be for Neville. The Longbottoms were unimpressed by Dumbledore’s removal of you to your aunt’s house. They asked for custody – as was their legal right and obligation. I believe it would have happened – they were garnering enough support…If it wasn’t for Bella et al discovering the Longbottoms safe house first.’ He raised an eyebrow and looked over at Harry who was watching him intently. ‘Funny how those who question Dumbledore all seem to fall to Death Eaters. Just look at Miss Granger’s family for example.’
***
‘I’m still not sure about this.’ Harry griped, glaring at Jack as he sat on the pristine bed in the SGC’s medical department, his sleeve rolled up, exposing his arm for the doctors.
‘Quit your whining.’ Jack replied. ‘You heard what Thor said. The SGC want to check it for their records… If you do have the ATA gene…’
‘Then I get the joy of yet more unexplained abilities?’ Harry remarked wryly, mock glaring at Jack for putting him through this. ‘Because of course nothing out of the ordinary ever happens to me. Does it? And I never spent any time as a kid in any sort of medical bed ever did I?’
Jack shook his head. ‘Stop whining.’ He repeated. ‘It’s not like they’ll be using the really big needles.’
***
‘Potter. Come in. Sit down.’ Smythe gestured at the chair.
‘You rang sir? Harry joked, imitating a television show he used to spy upon through the cracks of his cupboard whilst he was living with the Dursleys.
Smythe didn’t respond, merely sitting down behind his desk opposite Harry.
‘Sir?’ Harry questioned. I don’t like the feel of this. It feels like something is coming.
‘I regret to inform you Agent Potter…’ Smythe paused, seemingly trying to work out what to say. ‘Harry.’ He corrected himself. ‘We were informed that as of two hours ago your aunt, Petunia Dursley, died en route to hospital.’
Harry’s face drained of colour. ‘Aunt Petunia? Dead?’
‘I’m afraid so Harry.’ Smythe said gently, noticing how pale Harry was. ‘We’re investigating to see if there were any… unusual circumstances. I’m sure you understand.’
‘Aunt Petunia?’ Harry still sounded stunned. ‘But I…I never got the chance to…’ He trailed off, looking at Smythe, his eyes filling with tears.
‘The chance?’ Smythe prompted gently.
‘The chance to ask her. ‘Why?’’
***
‘You. Found. All. The. Horcruxes.’ Harry stated in stunned disbelief as he watched them materialise in front of his eyes, including a rather angry Nagini, who was held frozen in the Asgard beam. ‘You found ALL the horcruxes.’ He repeated, trying to get his mind around the concept. ‘Dumbledore has been allegedly searching for these for nearly twenty years – and you found them all in less than a month?’ He turned to face Thor. ‘You found all the horcruxes for me?’
Thor bowed in response.
‘Right. Okay.’ Harry scratched his head, as though it would help him find an answer. He turned to Jack and whispered in disbelief, ‘They found ALL the horcruxes.’ He pointed at them as though he wasn’t entirely sure if this was real. ‘Dumbledore has been searching for them for years – and the Asgard find them in just over two weeks. Find them and take them from where they were held!’
‘Neat.’ Jack said rolling back on his heels.
‘But – what do I do now?’ Harry said, still in a very quiet voice. ‘I have no idea how to destroy them.’
‘Thor? Any suggestions?’
Thor inclined his head as he spoke. ‘The Asgard High Council believes that it is possible to destroy them through a nuclear explosion.’
‘Nuclear?’ Harry mouthed. ‘Right.’ He turned to Jack. ‘Know anywhere I can get a nuclear explosion?’
‘Sure.’ Jack replied gleefully, rubbing his hands together. ‘Say Thor – could you beam up Carter?’
****
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 – my final coursework piece for Russian. What I am doing – typing up the chapter I wrote out weeks ago.
I’ve had more than one comparison to Lost. Please note – I’ve never seen Lost so any similarities are purely coincidental.
For those more interested in what inspired this style of story – I would advise them to look at the following novels: The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins and The Ghost Road by Pat Barker. Whilst I an nowhere near the standard of these writers – I found a number of the concepts to be very useful when plotting out analepsis – which I am reliably informed by my literature tutor is the correct name for a flashback scene.
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 Chapter 19 Chapter 20
And after that long note – onwards with the story!
***
‘Let me tell you a story Potter.’ He said, ‘Are you sitting comfortably?’ He smirked, taking in Harry’s immobile figure. ‘For once in your miserable life you will listen to me.’
He conjured up a goblet of some liquid, sipped it and then settled down into his chair opposite Harry. ‘I joined Smythe before you entered Hogwarts.’ He stated quietly. ‘After I turned spy for Dumbledore – which was brought about by acting on my own conscious, he taught me the art of Occlumency. What he didn’t anticipate was me seeing into his twisted plans. A fault of many of those who believe themselves to be great – he overestimated his power.’ He gazed across at Harry. ‘Let me summarise for you.’
‘One.’ He held up a long bony finger. ‘He Imperio’d Sirius Black and Obliviated him – ensuring Black believed he had used his own free will to send me to the Shrieking Shack. Ensuring Black’s mistreatment of me and others in all the other houses sent us straight to the Dark Lord.’
‘Two.’ He held up a second finger. ‘He ensured my loyalty was to him by forcing me to swear an oath. Oaths are not taking lightly in the Wizarding World, Mr Potter. Part of that oath was to be unable to reveal anything about my spying to another wizard or witch without his explicit consent…’
Harry felt confused. How on earth did I find out about it? Or Smythe and his organisation for that matter?
‘I sense your confusion - let me clarify. I can discuss this – because you already know about my other… duties.’ He said distastefully. ‘If you have already heard from other sources – then I can speak freely.’ He smirked. ‘Dumbledore remains unaware of any group who monitor the Wizarding world, outside of other magical races that is. My reports are sent to you via Smythe’s department. Therefore I am not telling any wizard or witch anything. My reports are handled by those who are not magical.’ He leant back in his chair, looking incredibly smug. ‘Clever isn’t it?’ He shifted in his chair. ‘As for today’s explanation… Well, Dumbledore stated that you must be made to return to the Wizarding world by any means necessary. What I am telling you today could make you return – therefore I have not yet broken my oath.’
‘Let us move on, however. Three.’ He held up a third finger. ‘My hands have always been tied when it comes to you Mr Potter. I could not tell you why you needed to know Occlumency as Dumbledore had not given me leave to do so. In fact – I could not tell any wizard anything, without his permission.’ He leant forward. ‘You must understand Mr Potter – on leaving the Dark Lord – I was desperate. I was willing to give any oath to Dumbledore…’ He trailed off and sighed deeply.
‘Dumbledore was unaware I had seen anything. He had been manoeuvring us all.’ He sipped some more of his drink. ‘Do you realise he told me to tell the Dark Lord the prophecy – in its truncated form? I had been spying for some time at that point.’ He turned a hard glare at Harry. ‘He wrote off your parents as what the muggles would call ‘collateral damage’, Mr Potter. He would have rushed to the rescue of course - after your family had died defeating the Dark Lord – he would have claimed victory! Hagrid was sent first to see if the coast was clear, he was also told to collect any living family members and take them to Dumbledore. How do you think Hagrid turned up so quickly to your parents’ house with you inside? It was under Fidelius. Wormtail only told the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. He did not tell Dumbledore. He did not tell Hagrid. The spell should have held against them.’
He turned his attention back to his goblet, staring at the liquid inside. ‘But there was one thing Dumbledore did not anticipate Mr Potter. And that was you surviving the Dark Lord.’
He waved his hand in Harry’s direction, and Harry felt the spell release him. He sighed in relief as he felt his muscles relax and sunk down into his chair. ‘Thank you professor.’
Snape’s expression turned into what could almost be described as a wry grin. ‘I think Mr Potter, that that is probably the first time you were ever sincere in saying that.’
Harry’s expression lightened. ‘I think you might be right sir.’
‘To continue.’ Snape conjured a second goblet for Harry. ‘It is only water Potter.’ He said on seeing Harry’s frown. ‘If I wanted to poison you – don’t you think I would have done it by now?’
Harry looked as though he was thinking about that. ‘I don’t know sir.’ He said eventually. ‘Maybe you were just biding your time and lulling me into a false sense of security?’
Snape’s lips twitched. ‘Touché.’ He drank from his goblet as Harry did the same.
‘As I said – to continue, Dumbledore placed you with your mother’s sister. It was not unknown in the Order that she disliked magic – although she was fond of her sister.’
‘Aunt Petunia?’ Harry spluttered. ‘Fond?’
Snape frowned at Harry’s interruption. ‘Potter.’ He said, his voice dropping to the smooth deadly voice he used in his potions classes, ‘I would prefer to continue with no interruptions… from you.’
‘My apologies sir. My aunt has never appeared to be… particularly fond of anything to do with my mother.’
‘Hmm.’ Snape put aside his goblet and steepled his fingers in front of him. ‘I only know what I heard of your aunt. She was fond of your mother and tolerated your father. She was also known to dislike the Wizarding world intensely – although that may have had something to do with Black playing a prank of some sort on her.’ He dropped his fingers to the arms of his chair. ‘Nevertheless – Dumbledore declared you safe at your aunt’s house. Most of the Order was happy to return to their lives without the threat of the Dark Lord hanging over them. The Weasleys did suggest you be raised with them, but they soon dropped that suggestion. The Longbottoms however… Well… Tell me Potter – what do you know of the Longbottoms?’
‘Neville’s parents?’ At Snape’s nod he continued. ‘Not much – they were cursed by Bellatrix and a group of Death Eaters after Voldemort’s first fall. They ended up in Saint Mungo’s – permanent spell damage.’ He paused. ‘I found out more recently that Neville’s mother was appointed my godmother.’ He stopped and waited for a response.
‘Correct.’ Snape said. ‘She is indeed listed as your godmother. As your mother was to be for Neville. The Longbottoms were unimpressed by Dumbledore’s removal of you to your aunt’s house. They asked for custody – as was their legal right and obligation. I believe it would have happened – they were garnering enough support…If it wasn’t for Bella et al discovering the Longbottoms safe house first.’ He raised an eyebrow and looked over at Harry who was watching him intently. ‘Funny how those who question Dumbledore all seem to fall to Death Eaters. Just look at Miss Granger’s family for example.’
***
‘I’m still not sure about this.’ Harry griped, glaring at Jack as he sat on the pristine bed in the SGC’s medical department, his sleeve rolled up, exposing his arm for the doctors.
‘Quit your whining.’ Jack replied. ‘You heard what Thor said. The SGC want to check it for their records… If you do have the ATA gene…’
‘Then I get the joy of yet more unexplained abilities?’ Harry remarked wryly, mock glaring at Jack for putting him through this. ‘Because of course nothing out of the ordinary ever happens to me. Does it? And I never spent any time as a kid in any sort of medical bed ever did I?’
Jack shook his head. ‘Stop whining.’ He repeated. ‘It’s not like they’ll be using the really big needles.’
***
‘Potter. Come in. Sit down.’ Smythe gestured at the chair.
‘You rang sir? Harry joked, imitating a television show he used to spy upon through the cracks of his cupboard whilst he was living with the Dursleys.
Smythe didn’t respond, merely sitting down behind his desk opposite Harry.
‘Sir?’ Harry questioned. I don’t like the feel of this. It feels like something is coming.
‘I regret to inform you Agent Potter…’ Smythe paused, seemingly trying to work out what to say. ‘Harry.’ He corrected himself. ‘We were informed that as of two hours ago your aunt, Petunia Dursley, died en route to hospital.’
Harry’s face drained of colour. ‘Aunt Petunia? Dead?’
‘I’m afraid so Harry.’ Smythe said gently, noticing how pale Harry was. ‘We’re investigating to see if there were any… unusual circumstances. I’m sure you understand.’
‘Aunt Petunia?’ Harry still sounded stunned. ‘But I…I never got the chance to…’ He trailed off, looking at Smythe, his eyes filling with tears.
‘The chance?’ Smythe prompted gently.
‘The chance to ask her. ‘Why?’’
***
‘You. Found. All. The. Horcruxes.’ Harry stated in stunned disbelief as he watched them materialise in front of his eyes, including a rather angry Nagini, who was held frozen in the Asgard beam. ‘You found ALL the horcruxes.’ He repeated, trying to get his mind around the concept. ‘Dumbledore has been allegedly searching for these for nearly twenty years – and you found them all in less than a month?’ He turned to face Thor. ‘You found all the horcruxes for me?’
Thor bowed in response.
‘Right. Okay.’ Harry scratched his head, as though it would help him find an answer. He turned to Jack and whispered in disbelief, ‘They found ALL the horcruxes.’ He pointed at them as though he wasn’t entirely sure if this was real. ‘Dumbledore has been searching for them for years – and the Asgard find them in just over two weeks. Find them and take them from where they were held!’
‘Neat.’ Jack said rolling back on his heels.
‘But – what do I do now?’ Harry said, still in a very quiet voice. ‘I have no idea how to destroy them.’
‘Thor? Any suggestions?’
Thor inclined his head as he spoke. ‘The Asgard High Council believes that it is possible to destroy them through a nuclear explosion.’
‘Nuclear?’ Harry mouthed. ‘Right.’ He turned to Jack. ‘Know anywhere I can get a nuclear explosion?’
‘Sure.’ Jack replied gleefully, rubbing his hands together. ‘Say Thor – could you beam up Carter?’
****
Thoughts, comments, questions?
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Date: 2007-04-06 11:34 pm (UTC)I'm pretty sure you're in a minority of genuinely enjoying the non-chronological order - so I'm very pleased you think it works!
The general evilness of the wizarding world is outstanding - incredibly dark, but realistic so you feel like maybe the books could've gone that way.
I think it started when I began questioning the way the books were going, after the fifth book which I found... disappointing. Next thing I knew I was questioning a *lot* of the way things turn out for Harry - even right from the beginning with being left on a doorstep. I mean - would you do that to any child - let alone the one who saved your world as you knew it? At best Dumbledore was misguided and dismissive of the concerns of one of his own staff. Would anone consider someone who left a baby on a doorstep a good choice for headmaster for a school?!
Plus I still can't imagine any government or leader of any country just sitting back and accepting the Wizarding world as it appears in the books. I just look at the politicians of today and the past and think 'NO!'.
Also, loving Hermione and her turning her back on magic - she's totally my favourite character, so I adore her part in this.
Originally she wasn't meant to be in much of it. Next thing I knew - she and Alan along with Smythe had hijacked half the fic and taken it in a very different direction - which I must confess I've thoroughly enjoyed writing!
Absolutely can't wait for the next chapter!!
I *must* get my coursework done first - especially as I've been putting it off (bad me). Once that's completed I can get on with doing the next chapter!
Thanks for the review!
serendu