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The Soul Has Bandaged Moments (PG) Harry Potter/Stargate Atlantis Chapter 22
Title: 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: Honestly folks, these past few weeks have not put me in the mood for writing fic. I have two pieces of coursework outstanding – neither have been started.
More importantly – I got told I may be made redundant at the end of May. Or maybe not.
Lets just say finding my motivation has been… challenging.
Oh – and once again I can say: This. Story. Is. Not. In. Order.
One final note: To those who have reviewed and said they enjoy this story. You motivate me to write more – you *are* one of the main reasons I managed to sit down and write this chapter. Thank you all very much!
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 Chapter 21
***
‘This him?’
Jack nodded slowly as he sat down at the diner table. Harry followed his lead and sat down next to him.
The older man raised an eyebrow, as he gazed across at Harry. ‘I thought he’d be… bigger.’ He finally said.
‘Nope.’ Jack replied. ‘Harry Potter – meet General Jack O’Neill.’
‘Two ells.’ The older Jack added helpfully. ‘I’m the original.’ He smirked at his clone’s scowl. ‘And still the best.’
Harry stifled a smirk at the expression of disgust on the younger Jack’s face, and offered his hand across the table for the older man to shake. ‘Harry Potter.’ He said to the General, who took his hand and shook it firmly. ‘I’m pleased to meet you sir. Jack has told me a lot.’
The General frowned as he let go of Harry’s hand. ‘He did?’ He turned to face his clone. ‘You did?’
Jack grinned smugly and nodded.
‘Riiight.’ The General drawled. ‘I hope you don’t believe everything you hear Potter.’ He handed them the menu he had been reading before they turned up.
‘Hi! I’m Kelly!’ A perky sounding waitress appeared at Harry’s elbow moments later. ‘What can I get you folks?’
‘Coffee and pancakes please.’ Harry said, having glanced at the menu now propped up on the table.
‘Same for me.’ Jack added.
‘Just coffee.’
‘Coming right up!’ Kelly said cheerfully, as she noted down their orders on her notepad, before walking away to put in their orders.
Silence reigned until she returned and dished out their orders.
The General seems apprehensive. Harry noted. I wonder what he and Jack have cooked up together for me?
The General seemed oblivious to Harry’s scrutiny as he drank his coffee. Finally he turned to face Harry before speaking. ‘Mini-me has told me something of the situation you’ve found yourself in.’
Harry glanced over ay Jack suspiciously before turning back his attention to the General.
‘And I’ve contacted Smythe, who briefed me to the best of his ability.’ The General paused. ‘He’s made a request of me that I find difficult to refuse.’ The General leant back in his seat and finished off his coffee as he considered his next words.
‘I know you know what he is.’ He said pointing at Jack, ‘although you don’t know how it happened.’ He glanced around the small diner, checking that no one could possibly overhear what he was about to say. He leant closer to Harry across the table. ‘Tell me, Agent Potter, do you believe in Aliens?’
***
‘It’s a shame Jack had to go back – I bet he would have loved to have talked with that Lupin bloke.’ Alan said, stretching out across his favourite part of Harry’s sofa.
‘And then he would have felt even more comfortable I’m sure.’ Harry stated as he sat down opposite Alan, a pensive expression on his face.
Alan snorted. ‘Oh please. You heard his excuses. Talk about pathetic. I couldn’t believe it. I mean come on! You heard him.’
‘I did.’ Replied Harry. ‘That didn’t mean that you had to be as nasty as you were though.’
Alan shifted his position and looked over at the still frowning Harry. ‘It bothers you… Doesn’t it? What I said to him? It bothers you.’
Harry looked over at Alan, his frown still very evident.’ Yes.’ He answered. ‘He’s the only link I have to my parents that I trust – he’s all I’ve got left of them. And you accusing him of all that stuff – which I admit is true – it wasn’t what I wanted.’
‘Wait a minute – you admit that I’m right but you wanted me to stay quiet?’ Alan demanded incredulously, as he sat up. ‘You agreed with me all along about his behaviour towards you!’
‘Yes – but I didn’t want you to treat him like that! He’s still my friend regardless of…’
‘Of what? His abandoning you? I don’t recall you telling me to shut up when he was here or defending him then!’ Alan stood up, slamming his half drunk bottle of lager onto the coffee table. ‘In case you’ve forgotten – he left you when you needed him the most. Whose to say he won’t do it again in the future? Nothing.’ He snarled. ‘That man is a waste of space and you know it.’
Harry erupted from the chair. ‘Don’t you dare speak about Remus like that.’ He shouted. He stopped, took a deep breath trying desperately to calm himself down. ‘Get out.’
‘Gladly.’ Alan answered, going to the door. ‘I can’t stand to be around you when you can’t even think straight.’ He got to the door, opened it, grabbed his jacket from the coat stand next to it, and marched out, slamming the door behind him.
Harry listened to Alan’s footsteps marching away, before grabbing Alan’s lager bottle and chucking it at the door.
The glass shattered on impact, liquid and shards poured down the door, pooling in a combined mess on the floor.
Harry pressed the palm of his hand against his scar.
‘Fuck.’
***
‘There are others of your kind that are aware of us.’
‘Really?’ Harry stopped walking and looked at Thor in disbelief.
Thor turned back to the now stationary Harry. ‘Yes.’ He bowed his head. ‘It is this way Agent Potter.’
Harry’s thoughts finally caught up with what Thor had just revealed. ‘Who? How? Why?’ He demanded, as he began to follow Thor through his ship once more. ‘I thought there was no contact between the Asgard and wizards.’
‘There have always been those who stood apart from their brethren.’ Thor stated, turning down a new corridor. ‘They discovered the truth behind it all – they have kept us informed of the developments in your world.’
Harry could feel his frown getting deeper. ‘But… I’m confused still.’ He confessed. ‘Who are they? Do I know them?’
Thor glanced over at Harry and blinked. ‘I believe you do Agent Potter. It was their reports that originally brought you to our attention.’
***
‘What precisely would I be involved in?’ Hermione asked, setting down her tea cup.
‘Liaison between us and the Wizarding world.’ Smythe replied. ‘Whilst we do have contacts within the Wizarding world already, we tend to lack operatives placed in positions who can report back from the Ministry. Most of our operatives tend to be deep undercover, or on the fringes of society. You however…’ He trailed off.
‘Me what?’ She said, leaning closer to Smythe, her eyes gleaming at the possibilities.
Smythe grinned at her apparent eagerness. ‘You will be placed in the Minister for Magic’s office. A direct link between them and us.’
Harry’s jaw dropped. How on earth will Smythe pull that one off?
Hermione unlike Harry showed no surprise, merely raising an eyebrow at Smythe’s statement. ‘And how, pray, do you intend to manage that?’
‘Simple.’ Smythe replied. ‘But before I explain Miss Granger – I am required to ask – where do your loyalties lie in all this? With the Wizarding world? Or with us?’
Hermione’s nose wrinkled for a moment as she frowned before answering. ‘Neither actually. I’m with Harry.’
‘Not a blind follower.’ Smythe stated, approvingly. ‘Excellent. We need people with intelligence Miss Granger. Would you care to join us here at MI5?’
Hermione firmly nodded once.
Smythe leant back in his chair, obviously pleased at the way the meeting was going. ‘In that case Miss Granger – once you’ve signed our forms – we need you to go back to Hogwarts and finish your schooling - with impeccable results.’
****
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: Honestly folks, these past few weeks have not put me in the mood for writing fic. I have two pieces of coursework outstanding – neither have been started.
More importantly – I got told I may be made redundant at the end of May. Or maybe not.
Lets just say finding my motivation has been… challenging.
Oh – and once again I can say: This. Story. Is. Not. In. Order.
One final note: To those who have reviewed and said they enjoy this story. You motivate me to write more – you *are* one of the main reasons I managed to sit down and write this chapter. Thank you all very much!
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 Chapter 21
***
‘This him?’
Jack nodded slowly as he sat down at the diner table. Harry followed his lead and sat down next to him.
The older man raised an eyebrow, as he gazed across at Harry. ‘I thought he’d be… bigger.’ He finally said.
‘Nope.’ Jack replied. ‘Harry Potter – meet General Jack O’Neill.’
‘Two ells.’ The older Jack added helpfully. ‘I’m the original.’ He smirked at his clone’s scowl. ‘And still the best.’
Harry stifled a smirk at the expression of disgust on the younger Jack’s face, and offered his hand across the table for the older man to shake. ‘Harry Potter.’ He said to the General, who took his hand and shook it firmly. ‘I’m pleased to meet you sir. Jack has told me a lot.’
The General frowned as he let go of Harry’s hand. ‘He did?’ He turned to face his clone. ‘You did?’
Jack grinned smugly and nodded.
‘Riiight.’ The General drawled. ‘I hope you don’t believe everything you hear Potter.’ He handed them the menu he had been reading before they turned up.
‘Hi! I’m Kelly!’ A perky sounding waitress appeared at Harry’s elbow moments later. ‘What can I get you folks?’
‘Coffee and pancakes please.’ Harry said, having glanced at the menu now propped up on the table.
‘Same for me.’ Jack added.
‘Just coffee.’
‘Coming right up!’ Kelly said cheerfully, as she noted down their orders on her notepad, before walking away to put in their orders.
Silence reigned until she returned and dished out their orders.
The General seems apprehensive. Harry noted. I wonder what he and Jack have cooked up together for me?
The General seemed oblivious to Harry’s scrutiny as he drank his coffee. Finally he turned to face Harry before speaking. ‘Mini-me has told me something of the situation you’ve found yourself in.’
Harry glanced over ay Jack suspiciously before turning back his attention to the General.
‘And I’ve contacted Smythe, who briefed me to the best of his ability.’ The General paused. ‘He’s made a request of me that I find difficult to refuse.’ The General leant back in his seat and finished off his coffee as he considered his next words.
‘I know you know what he is.’ He said pointing at Jack, ‘although you don’t know how it happened.’ He glanced around the small diner, checking that no one could possibly overhear what he was about to say. He leant closer to Harry across the table. ‘Tell me, Agent Potter, do you believe in Aliens?’
***
‘It’s a shame Jack had to go back – I bet he would have loved to have talked with that Lupin bloke.’ Alan said, stretching out across his favourite part of Harry’s sofa.
‘And then he would have felt even more comfortable I’m sure.’ Harry stated as he sat down opposite Alan, a pensive expression on his face.
Alan snorted. ‘Oh please. You heard his excuses. Talk about pathetic. I couldn’t believe it. I mean come on! You heard him.’
‘I did.’ Replied Harry. ‘That didn’t mean that you had to be as nasty as you were though.’
Alan shifted his position and looked over at the still frowning Harry. ‘It bothers you… Doesn’t it? What I said to him? It bothers you.’
Harry looked over at Alan, his frown still very evident.’ Yes.’ He answered. ‘He’s the only link I have to my parents that I trust – he’s all I’ve got left of them. And you accusing him of all that stuff – which I admit is true – it wasn’t what I wanted.’
‘Wait a minute – you admit that I’m right but you wanted me to stay quiet?’ Alan demanded incredulously, as he sat up. ‘You agreed with me all along about his behaviour towards you!’
‘Yes – but I didn’t want you to treat him like that! He’s still my friend regardless of…’
‘Of what? His abandoning you? I don’t recall you telling me to shut up when he was here or defending him then!’ Alan stood up, slamming his half drunk bottle of lager onto the coffee table. ‘In case you’ve forgotten – he left you when you needed him the most. Whose to say he won’t do it again in the future? Nothing.’ He snarled. ‘That man is a waste of space and you know it.’
Harry erupted from the chair. ‘Don’t you dare speak about Remus like that.’ He shouted. He stopped, took a deep breath trying desperately to calm himself down. ‘Get out.’
‘Gladly.’ Alan answered, going to the door. ‘I can’t stand to be around you when you can’t even think straight.’ He got to the door, opened it, grabbed his jacket from the coat stand next to it, and marched out, slamming the door behind him.
Harry listened to Alan’s footsteps marching away, before grabbing Alan’s lager bottle and chucking it at the door.
The glass shattered on impact, liquid and shards poured down the door, pooling in a combined mess on the floor.
Harry pressed the palm of his hand against his scar.
‘Fuck.’
***
‘There are others of your kind that are aware of us.’
‘Really?’ Harry stopped walking and looked at Thor in disbelief.
Thor turned back to the now stationary Harry. ‘Yes.’ He bowed his head. ‘It is this way Agent Potter.’
Harry’s thoughts finally caught up with what Thor had just revealed. ‘Who? How? Why?’ He demanded, as he began to follow Thor through his ship once more. ‘I thought there was no contact between the Asgard and wizards.’
‘There have always been those who stood apart from their brethren.’ Thor stated, turning down a new corridor. ‘They discovered the truth behind it all – they have kept us informed of the developments in your world.’
Harry could feel his frown getting deeper. ‘But… I’m confused still.’ He confessed. ‘Who are they? Do I know them?’
Thor glanced over at Harry and blinked. ‘I believe you do Agent Potter. It was their reports that originally brought you to our attention.’
***
‘What precisely would I be involved in?’ Hermione asked, setting down her tea cup.
‘Liaison between us and the Wizarding world.’ Smythe replied. ‘Whilst we do have contacts within the Wizarding world already, we tend to lack operatives placed in positions who can report back from the Ministry. Most of our operatives tend to be deep undercover, or on the fringes of society. You however…’ He trailed off.
‘Me what?’ She said, leaning closer to Smythe, her eyes gleaming at the possibilities.
Smythe grinned at her apparent eagerness. ‘You will be placed in the Minister for Magic’s office. A direct link between them and us.’
Harry’s jaw dropped. How on earth will Smythe pull that one off?
Hermione unlike Harry showed no surprise, merely raising an eyebrow at Smythe’s statement. ‘And how, pray, do you intend to manage that?’
‘Simple.’ Smythe replied. ‘But before I explain Miss Granger – I am required to ask – where do your loyalties lie in all this? With the Wizarding world? Or with us?’
Hermione’s nose wrinkled for a moment as she frowned before answering. ‘Neither actually. I’m with Harry.’
‘Not a blind follower.’ Smythe stated, approvingly. ‘Excellent. We need people with intelligence Miss Granger. Would you care to join us here at MI5?’
Hermione firmly nodded once.
Smythe leant back in his chair, obviously pleased at the way the meeting was going. ‘In that case Miss Granger – once you’ve signed our forms – we need you to go back to Hogwarts and finish your schooling - with impeccable results.’
****
Thoughts comments questions?
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(Anonymous) 2007-05-05 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
Hopefully the next chapter will be completed in the next few days... *crosses fingers*