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The Soul Has Bandaged Moments (PG) Harry Potter/Stargate Atlantis Chapter 24
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: Well, I’ve started my last piece of coursework – so I figure – I deserve the chance to write up another chapter…
Thanks for all the reviews – they inspire me to write! If you leave more than a 5 word review I tend to reply – except those who don’t sign in or leave contact details.
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 Chapter 22 Chapter 23
***
‘Well?’ Harry demanded imperiously.
‘We have a problem.’ Smythe admitted, sitting down heavily and gesturing to the chair opposite for Harry, who also sat down. ‘Our man in the Order was almost discovered. It was… In his words – a very close thing. We have moved considerable resources to out this spy. Whoever it is – was playing both Voldemort’s and Dumbledore’s side. We have no idea who they are. All we know is that they were not happy at the Dark Lord’s demise.’ He leant forward across his desk. ‘We don’t like not knowing. More importantly – I don’t like not knowing. So – we are going to go through everything. Every report, every document, every piece of data that we have in an attempt to figure out who it is.’
He paused. ‘This is where you come in – I want you to tell me everything that you know about the Order – it’s members, the way it recruits, leadership…’ He trailed off, seeing Harry nod in acquiescence at what he had said. ‘I know our man knows more than you – but he doesn’t know who it is – and you may have spotted something we don’t know about. And quite frankly – we need all the help we can get. Until we know who this is – the threat against you still exists. If they know about the Horcruxes – then the situation is significantly worse. So…’
‘Everything I know.’ Harry stated grimly, firmly folding his arms against his chest. Smythe is worried. This spy obviously poses a significant threat.
‘Hold on a moment.’ Smythe pulled out a recording device from his drawer, set it on his desk and pressed the record button. ‘Now – begin.’
***
‘Ahh…H… Harry here… Just wanted to say... That I’m sorry for going off on you when you were here. I didn’t mean to have a go at you… So… err… I’m sorry. Speak soon all right? Bye.’
Harry ran his hand through his hair in frustration as he hung up and glared at the phone. Flipping answer machines. How am I supposed to apologise to Alan when he isn’t answering the phone?
He wandered into his kitchen and started to make himself some dinner. I can’t believe how I had a go at Alan. It’s not his fault his points were valid and Remus didn’t have an answer. I just… Don’t want to lose the only link I have left to my parents and Sirius. He sighed. Plus he’s probably the only person in the whole Order I actually trust. It isn’t like I can trust the Weasleys after what that goblin Pischik said. They’ve been stealing from me for years thanks to Dumbledore.
He stirred his soup one final time on the hob before pouring it into a bowl and making his way to the table, grabbing a spoon as he did so. He sat down at the table and began eating. Although to be fair I’m not sure if Ron and the Twins are in on it. Or Ginny for that matter. He shuddered at the thought of one of the letters he had received from Hogwarts. I’m not sure what she thought she was doing telling Dean she was saving herself for me – she’s like my little sister! He dunked some bread in his soup and slowly ate it, a slow smile spreading across his face. I can just imagine the conversations we could have – all the things we have in common – both being possessed by Voldemort for starters… His smile twisted wryly.
As he spooned the last of his soup into his mouth the phone began ringing. He swallowed, and moved quickly back into the living room, grabbing the receiver.
‘Potter.’
‘Hey Kid.’
‘Alan – hi.’
‘Got your message.’
‘Ah - good.’ Harry stumbled over his words, wondering what to say.
There was a long silence, until Harry nervously began speaking again. ‘I am sorry you know. I shouldn’t have done that. You were only asking the questions that I’ve wanted answered for years… and I’m…’
‘Sorry. Yeah. I got that.’
There was another long pause.
‘So… I…’ Harry stuttered. ‘I… erm…’
Alan sighed, a long drawn out sigh. ‘Do you want to talk about this face to face?’
‘Oh please.’ Harry answered, relieved.
‘How about the park – near where you live? Say half an hour?’
‘Excellent! Sounds good. See you there.’
‘Yeah.’
And Alan hung up.
Okay Harry – you can do this. Harry ran his hand through his hair again. Grovel like he’s a really angry Hermione – that always used to work well.
***
‘Dr Lovegood I presume!’ Harry stated, a smirk on his face and his eyes twinkling with repressed laughter.
‘Agent Potter.’ Luna answered, shaking his hand. ‘Good to see you.’
‘I see you two already know each other.’ General O’Neill commented, his eyes watching their interaction.
‘Agent Potter taught a self defence class I attended whilst in school.’ Luna replied offhandedly to the General. ‘He’s an excellent person to have on your side. He taught me quite a bit.’
‘Really?’ The General raised his eyebrow at Harry, surveying him thoughtfully. ‘You taught the Doc self defence?’
Harry nodded.
‘Cool.’ The General rocked back on his heels, glanced around and then leant forward and whispered to Harry. ‘Can you teach me the move she used to take down Teal’c?’
***
‘So what you’re saying is that Voldemort isn’t really dead yet. Just kind of disembodied again.’ Harry stated. ‘And he won’t be completely dead until all the Horcruxes are destroyed, and then his mortal body is killed. So at some point you need to resurrect him again and then I have to kill him again.’
Thor bowed.
‘Flipping heck.’ Harry glared out of the Asgard ship window. ‘How many times do I have to kill him to make him dead?’ He demanded in exasperation, shaking his head in disbelief as he did so.
Jack frowned as he watched Harry before turning back to face Thor. ‘Suggestions as to how we can…’ He trailed off.
‘Using Loki’s discoveries we believe we can utilise one of the Horcruxes to resurrect Voldemort.’ Thor stated. ‘There is one problem…’
‘Which is?’ Harry queried, turning around to face Thor and Jack.
‘You Agent Potter.’
‘Harry blinked. ‘Pardon?’
‘Thor?’ Jack drawled.
‘We believe you to be a partial Horcrux. To defeat Voldemort – we have to destroy you too.’
Harry blinked. I guess this means I don’t get to celebrate any future birthdays then…
‘Thor?’ Jack said, his voice dangerously low.
Thor blinked and gazed back at Jack.
Jack raised one eyebrow at Thor.
‘Agent Potter will of course survive the procedure.’ Thor said after a very long pause.
‘I do?’ Harry said, surprised. ‘Huh.’ His face revealed his puzzled state. ‘Well, lucky me.’
***
‘Miss Granger.’ Professor Minerva McGonagall stood up. ‘I’m so pleased to see you.’
‘Professor.’ Hermione sat down opposite her once favourite Transfigurations teacher. ‘I’m here for my careers advice appointment.’
‘Ah yes.’ Professor McGonagall reached across her desk and opened up a scroll. ‘I understand you wish to change your future career goals?’ She eyed her pupil across the table, who nodded firmly.
I intend to go to work in the Ministry – if they’ll have me of course.’ Hermione finished demurely.
‘You do realise you will need to improve your marks, Miss Granger? Last years results for you were…’
‘Not my best.’ Hermione interrupted smoothly. ‘I quite agree. I was at a difficult point in my personal life and that unfortunately interfered with my career goals.’ She paused, warily watching how her teacher was making a note on the scroll which bore Hermione’s name. ‘Professor…’ She trailed off.
Professor McGonagall looked up expectantly, putting down her quill as she did so. ‘Miss Granger?’
Hermione sucked in a breath as though she was composing herself before speaking. ‘The death of my parents caused me to have a good long look at what my beliefs and expectations were.’ She gazed off into the distance. ‘For years, Ron and Harry were my best friends – we took on everything together. I think I came to believe that we had to do everything together.’
She turned her gaze back to the Professor. ‘These last few months have taught me differently. Ron was right all along. I should have seen through Harry Potter’s façade long before I did. The death of my parents proved how wrong about him I was.’ She sighed, her head sinking down. ‘I have wondered if I should have done things differently…’ She shook her head slightly. ‘No matter. I cannot change the past.’ She looked up. ‘I need to walk my own path, Professor, I believe I can do that best at the Ministry – without any influence from Harry Potter.’
Professor McGonagall gazed intently at her for a moment, before she gave a brief nod. ‘In that case, Miss Granger – I believe Hogwarts will do all it can to help you in achieving your goals.’ She glanced down at her scroll. ‘In fact – I’m surprised your marks from last year were as low as they are on this.’ She tapped the scroll with the end of her quill. ‘I shall review your marks… Just in case there were any errors in recording them.’ She smiled. ‘Welcome back Miss Granger.’
‘Thank you Professor – it is wonderful to be here again.’ Hermione smiled in response.
Smythe pressed pause on his remote and the two images of Hermione and Professor McGonagall were frozen on screen.
‘Well?’ He said to the others.
‘She’s in.’ Harry muttered, still watching the frozen screen.
‘Quite.’ Snape added. ‘Professor McGonagall has already requested that I review Miss Granger’s previous assignments – and raise some, if not all, of her grades.’
Harry leant back in his chair. ‘I still can’t believe that Dumbledore ordered you all to lower her marks. I don’t get his reasoning.’
Snape turned to Harry. ‘I would have thought it was obvious Potter.’ He drawled sneeringly.
Harry rolled his eyes at the tone of Snape’s voice. ‘Enlighten me oh great bat of the Potions world.’
Snape glared.
Smythe shook his head in exasperation. ‘Severus?’
Snape cleared his throat. ‘It is quite simple. Miss Granger is an exemplary student. She has the potential to go very far indeed. She did however have one failing.’ He stopped.
‘Which is?’ Harry asked.
‘She’s your friend Potter. She kept writing to you. You contacted her to tell her you were leaving. As such – Dumbledore couldn’t take the risk of trusting someone so capable. She’s intelligent, and more importantly – she’s on your side.’ Snape paused. ‘How long do you think it would have taken her to start questioning his judgement if you told her the truth? At least with everyone in Hogwarts against her – no one would listen if she did find anything out.’
‘And now?’
‘You said it yourself – she’s in.’ Snape stated. ‘It was – I admit – a wise idea that she learned occulmency prior to returning. The Headmaster has already requested I scan her mind during lessons to ensure her loyalty towards the goals of the Order.’
‘Will she be invited to join?’ Smythe asked, leaning forward in his chair.
Snape frowned for a moment before answering. ‘I don’t believe she will. She may become an auxiliary – someone Dumbledore trusts to a certain extent – but she won’t be invited to become a full member. Some of the Order’s actions are too risky to trust her with. If, for example, she finds out about the Order’s funding…’
‘Straight from the Potter vaults.’ Harry muttered.
‘Quite.’ Snape said. ‘She may find such activities to be… questionable in accordance with her morals.’
‘And Dumbledore won’t take the risk of anyone questioning his judgement.’
‘Precisely.’
They all slowly relaxed into their chairs, turning their eyes back to the screen as they thought about what they now knew.
‘I must say though…’ Harry murmured as he looked at the screen. ‘I can’t believe she’s managed to bug the whole of Hogwarts for you.’
Snape smirked. ‘Miss Granger has always liked to be an overachiever.’
*****
Thoughts, comments, queries?
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: Well, I’ve started my last piece of coursework – so I figure – I deserve the chance to write up another chapter…
Thanks for all the reviews – they inspire me to write! If you leave more than a 5 word review I tend to reply – except those who don’t sign in or leave contact details.
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 Chapter 22 Chapter 23
***
‘Well?’ Harry demanded imperiously.
‘We have a problem.’ Smythe admitted, sitting down heavily and gesturing to the chair opposite for Harry, who also sat down. ‘Our man in the Order was almost discovered. It was… In his words – a very close thing. We have moved considerable resources to out this spy. Whoever it is – was playing both Voldemort’s and Dumbledore’s side. We have no idea who they are. All we know is that they were not happy at the Dark Lord’s demise.’ He leant forward across his desk. ‘We don’t like not knowing. More importantly – I don’t like not knowing. So – we are going to go through everything. Every report, every document, every piece of data that we have in an attempt to figure out who it is.’
He paused. ‘This is where you come in – I want you to tell me everything that you know about the Order – it’s members, the way it recruits, leadership…’ He trailed off, seeing Harry nod in acquiescence at what he had said. ‘I know our man knows more than you – but he doesn’t know who it is – and you may have spotted something we don’t know about. And quite frankly – we need all the help we can get. Until we know who this is – the threat against you still exists. If they know about the Horcruxes – then the situation is significantly worse. So…’
‘Everything I know.’ Harry stated grimly, firmly folding his arms against his chest. Smythe is worried. This spy obviously poses a significant threat.
‘Hold on a moment.’ Smythe pulled out a recording device from his drawer, set it on his desk and pressed the record button. ‘Now – begin.’
***
‘Ahh…H… Harry here… Just wanted to say... That I’m sorry for going off on you when you were here. I didn’t mean to have a go at you… So… err… I’m sorry. Speak soon all right? Bye.’
Harry ran his hand through his hair in frustration as he hung up and glared at the phone. Flipping answer machines. How am I supposed to apologise to Alan when he isn’t answering the phone?
He wandered into his kitchen and started to make himself some dinner. I can’t believe how I had a go at Alan. It’s not his fault his points were valid and Remus didn’t have an answer. I just… Don’t want to lose the only link I have left to my parents and Sirius. He sighed. Plus he’s probably the only person in the whole Order I actually trust. It isn’t like I can trust the Weasleys after what that goblin Pischik said. They’ve been stealing from me for years thanks to Dumbledore.
He stirred his soup one final time on the hob before pouring it into a bowl and making his way to the table, grabbing a spoon as he did so. He sat down at the table and began eating. Although to be fair I’m not sure if Ron and the Twins are in on it. Or Ginny for that matter. He shuddered at the thought of one of the letters he had received from Hogwarts. I’m not sure what she thought she was doing telling Dean she was saving herself for me – she’s like my little sister! He dunked some bread in his soup and slowly ate it, a slow smile spreading across his face. I can just imagine the conversations we could have – all the things we have in common – both being possessed by Voldemort for starters… His smile twisted wryly.
As he spooned the last of his soup into his mouth the phone began ringing. He swallowed, and moved quickly back into the living room, grabbing the receiver.
‘Potter.’
‘Hey Kid.’
‘Alan – hi.’
‘Got your message.’
‘Ah - good.’ Harry stumbled over his words, wondering what to say.
There was a long silence, until Harry nervously began speaking again. ‘I am sorry you know. I shouldn’t have done that. You were only asking the questions that I’ve wanted answered for years… and I’m…’
‘Sorry. Yeah. I got that.’
There was another long pause.
‘So… I…’ Harry stuttered. ‘I… erm…’
Alan sighed, a long drawn out sigh. ‘Do you want to talk about this face to face?’
‘Oh please.’ Harry answered, relieved.
‘How about the park – near where you live? Say half an hour?’
‘Excellent! Sounds good. See you there.’
‘Yeah.’
And Alan hung up.
Okay Harry – you can do this. Harry ran his hand through his hair again. Grovel like he’s a really angry Hermione – that always used to work well.
***
‘Dr Lovegood I presume!’ Harry stated, a smirk on his face and his eyes twinkling with repressed laughter.
‘Agent Potter.’ Luna answered, shaking his hand. ‘Good to see you.’
‘I see you two already know each other.’ General O’Neill commented, his eyes watching their interaction.
‘Agent Potter taught a self defence class I attended whilst in school.’ Luna replied offhandedly to the General. ‘He’s an excellent person to have on your side. He taught me quite a bit.’
‘Really?’ The General raised his eyebrow at Harry, surveying him thoughtfully. ‘You taught the Doc self defence?’
Harry nodded.
‘Cool.’ The General rocked back on his heels, glanced around and then leant forward and whispered to Harry. ‘Can you teach me the move she used to take down Teal’c?’
***
‘So what you’re saying is that Voldemort isn’t really dead yet. Just kind of disembodied again.’ Harry stated. ‘And he won’t be completely dead until all the Horcruxes are destroyed, and then his mortal body is killed. So at some point you need to resurrect him again and then I have to kill him again.’
Thor bowed.
‘Flipping heck.’ Harry glared out of the Asgard ship window. ‘How many times do I have to kill him to make him dead?’ He demanded in exasperation, shaking his head in disbelief as he did so.
Jack frowned as he watched Harry before turning back to face Thor. ‘Suggestions as to how we can…’ He trailed off.
‘Using Loki’s discoveries we believe we can utilise one of the Horcruxes to resurrect Voldemort.’ Thor stated. ‘There is one problem…’
‘Which is?’ Harry queried, turning around to face Thor and Jack.
‘You Agent Potter.’
‘Harry blinked. ‘Pardon?’
‘Thor?’ Jack drawled.
‘We believe you to be a partial Horcrux. To defeat Voldemort – we have to destroy you too.’
Harry blinked. I guess this means I don’t get to celebrate any future birthdays then…
‘Thor?’ Jack said, his voice dangerously low.
Thor blinked and gazed back at Jack.
Jack raised one eyebrow at Thor.
‘Agent Potter will of course survive the procedure.’ Thor said after a very long pause.
‘I do?’ Harry said, surprised. ‘Huh.’ His face revealed his puzzled state. ‘Well, lucky me.’
***
‘Miss Granger.’ Professor Minerva McGonagall stood up. ‘I’m so pleased to see you.’
‘Professor.’ Hermione sat down opposite her once favourite Transfigurations teacher. ‘I’m here for my careers advice appointment.’
‘Ah yes.’ Professor McGonagall reached across her desk and opened up a scroll. ‘I understand you wish to change your future career goals?’ She eyed her pupil across the table, who nodded firmly.
I intend to go to work in the Ministry – if they’ll have me of course.’ Hermione finished demurely.
‘You do realise you will need to improve your marks, Miss Granger? Last years results for you were…’
‘Not my best.’ Hermione interrupted smoothly. ‘I quite agree. I was at a difficult point in my personal life and that unfortunately interfered with my career goals.’ She paused, warily watching how her teacher was making a note on the scroll which bore Hermione’s name. ‘Professor…’ She trailed off.
Professor McGonagall looked up expectantly, putting down her quill as she did so. ‘Miss Granger?’
Hermione sucked in a breath as though she was composing herself before speaking. ‘The death of my parents caused me to have a good long look at what my beliefs and expectations were.’ She gazed off into the distance. ‘For years, Ron and Harry were my best friends – we took on everything together. I think I came to believe that we had to do everything together.’
She turned her gaze back to the Professor. ‘These last few months have taught me differently. Ron was right all along. I should have seen through Harry Potter’s façade long before I did. The death of my parents proved how wrong about him I was.’ She sighed, her head sinking down. ‘I have wondered if I should have done things differently…’ She shook her head slightly. ‘No matter. I cannot change the past.’ She looked up. ‘I need to walk my own path, Professor, I believe I can do that best at the Ministry – without any influence from Harry Potter.’
Professor McGonagall gazed intently at her for a moment, before she gave a brief nod. ‘In that case, Miss Granger – I believe Hogwarts will do all it can to help you in achieving your goals.’ She glanced down at her scroll. ‘In fact – I’m surprised your marks from last year were as low as they are on this.’ She tapped the scroll with the end of her quill. ‘I shall review your marks… Just in case there were any errors in recording them.’ She smiled. ‘Welcome back Miss Granger.’
‘Thank you Professor – it is wonderful to be here again.’ Hermione smiled in response.
Smythe pressed pause on his remote and the two images of Hermione and Professor McGonagall were frozen on screen.
‘Well?’ He said to the others.
‘She’s in.’ Harry muttered, still watching the frozen screen.
‘Quite.’ Snape added. ‘Professor McGonagall has already requested that I review Miss Granger’s previous assignments – and raise some, if not all, of her grades.’
Harry leant back in his chair. ‘I still can’t believe that Dumbledore ordered you all to lower her marks. I don’t get his reasoning.’
Snape turned to Harry. ‘I would have thought it was obvious Potter.’ He drawled sneeringly.
Harry rolled his eyes at the tone of Snape’s voice. ‘Enlighten me oh great bat of the Potions world.’
Snape glared.
Smythe shook his head in exasperation. ‘Severus?’
Snape cleared his throat. ‘It is quite simple. Miss Granger is an exemplary student. She has the potential to go very far indeed. She did however have one failing.’ He stopped.
‘Which is?’ Harry asked.
‘She’s your friend Potter. She kept writing to you. You contacted her to tell her you were leaving. As such – Dumbledore couldn’t take the risk of trusting someone so capable. She’s intelligent, and more importantly – she’s on your side.’ Snape paused. ‘How long do you think it would have taken her to start questioning his judgement if you told her the truth? At least with everyone in Hogwarts against her – no one would listen if she did find anything out.’
‘And now?’
‘You said it yourself – she’s in.’ Snape stated. ‘It was – I admit – a wise idea that she learned occulmency prior to returning. The Headmaster has already requested I scan her mind during lessons to ensure her loyalty towards the goals of the Order.’
‘Will she be invited to join?’ Smythe asked, leaning forward in his chair.
Snape frowned for a moment before answering. ‘I don’t believe she will. She may become an auxiliary – someone Dumbledore trusts to a certain extent – but she won’t be invited to become a full member. Some of the Order’s actions are too risky to trust her with. If, for example, she finds out about the Order’s funding…’
‘Straight from the Potter vaults.’ Harry muttered.
‘Quite.’ Snape said. ‘She may find such activities to be… questionable in accordance with her morals.’
‘And Dumbledore won’t take the risk of anyone questioning his judgement.’
‘Precisely.’
They all slowly relaxed into their chairs, turning their eyes back to the screen as they thought about what they now knew.
‘I must say though…’ Harry murmured as he looked at the screen. ‘I can’t believe she’s managed to bug the whole of Hogwarts for you.’
Snape smirked. ‘Miss Granger has always liked to be an overachiever.’
*****
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