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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: I’ve been all over the place this week! First off it was concerts, then it was London, and now its back home, but with everything kicking off in the blogging world! Good thing that most of the coursework is done eh?!
I now have journals over at InsaneJournal and GreatestJournal as serendu. As soon as I work out how I want to update on those and this - it will be done.
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 Chapter 24
***
‘Potter. Whatever you’ve planned in terms of your leaving – now is the time to put in action. Dumbledore is not a happy man. And he’s coming for you.’
Harry pressed the delete key on his answer machine, a grim expression on his face as he looked over at Jack.
‘I guess now is the time to take up the offer – right?’ He said.
Jack grimaced, ‘Not a problem.’ He pulled out a small device that Harry recognised as being of Asgard origin. ‘Thor? Buddy? You know you said you’d pick Harry up when he needed it? That time is now.’
A white bright light enveloped the two of them.
Seconds later the flat was empty.
***
'Is he always like this?' A bemused Harry asked Ronan as he watched Rodney McKay order everything around to his own specifications, making caustic comments and ignoring everyone else’s preferences as he did so with an amused Colonel Sheppard watching gleefully as McKay’s minions scurried to do his bidding.
Ronan glanced over at McKay and then looked back at Harry as McKay ripped yet another scientist’s theory into shreds. ‘Yes.’
Harry snorted and turned to Jack with a smirk. ‘Remind me to introduce him to Luna sometime.’
Jack grinned. ‘Oh, I will. As long as I can have a ringside seat.’
***
‘Harry my dear boy.’ Dumbledore stood in front of Harry as he carried Hermione through the door of 12 Grimmauld Place. ‘What happened?’
‘Death Eaters.’ Harry replied, still holding Hermione. ‘They’ve murdered Hermione’s parents and destroyed her home.’ He took a deep breath, exhausted at having to drag her away from her house and get her somewhere safe.
‘I’m taking her upstairs to lay her down; I think she’s in shock.’ He made his way past the headmaster and the members of the Order that had appeared at the sound of him entering to the foot of the stairs. ‘Some help here?’ Harry demanded as he started up the stairs.
‘Of course.’ Dumbledore answered, as the others seemed frozen in their places. ‘Molly?’
‘Of course. Come on Ginny.’
Molly Weasley followed Harry up the stairs, Ginny trailing behind. Her voice soothing Hermione as she did so. ‘There, there dear.’ She said, directing Harry towards one of the bedrooms. ‘It will be all right.’
As Harry laid her gently down on the bed, Hermione finally opened her eyes. ‘They’re gone.’ She whispered, her tearful eyes revealing her devastated emotions.
‘I know.’ Harry replied, gripping onto her hand tightly. ‘I’m sorry.’
Molly turned her head and gave a speaking glance to Ginny. ‘Harry dear, if you could give us a moment, we could get Hermione a bit more comfortable…’ She trailed off as Harry looked up.
‘Of course. I’ll leave you in Mrs Weasley’s hands okay? Hermione – I’ll just be downstairs if you need me – all right?’ He squeezed her hand, before letting go and following Ginny out of the room.
Ginny closed the door quietly behind them and then looked up at Harry. ‘Harry? Could I have a word with you before we go back downstairs?’
‘Sure.’ Harry replied, his mind still debating the wisdom of leaving Hermione. ‘Lead the way.’
***
‘Can I help you?’ The man peered over the top of his glasses, blinking as he did so, gazing at the cloaked and masked figure in front of him.
The figure stood motionless, before speaking through the mask in a masculine sounding voice. ‘I understand you are one of the best solicitors in the Wizarding world.’
The man pulled a face. ‘Sir…’ As he took a chance on guessing the gender of his most unwelcome visitor, ‘I regret to inform you that I’m retired. For quite some years now.’
‘And that your allegiances lie with your most fortunate clients, not the ministry nor the Dark Lord and his followers nor Albus Dumbledore.’ The figure continued as though the solicitor had not spoken.
‘The solicitor leant back in his comfortable chair, sighing as he did so. ‘It is as you say – but I am retired. I am sorry – I cannot help you.’
‘I need legal counsel.’ The figure stated, conjuring a chair and sitting down opposite. ‘I am in a predicament that I find I need someone I can trust.’
‘My dear sir – do you think you are the first to walk in here since my retirement asking for my aid? The reasons for my retirement were as valid for them as they are for you. I cannot help you.’
‘Cannot or will not?’ The figure mused.
The solicitor said nothing, his expression showing clearly that he wished to be left in peace.
‘Perhaps…’ He trailed off. ‘May I at least tell you of my circumstances? Maybe then you will help me?’
The solicitor rolled his eyes, but waved his hand in acquiescence, in the hope it would get the figure gone quicker.
‘I need legal advice… I have discovered a large misappropriation of my funds – due to embezzlement.’ The solicitor looked unimpressed. ‘Defamation of my character.’ The solicitor yawned. ‘Attempted murder of myself.’ The solicitor raised an eyebrow. ‘Murder of my associates…’ He trailed off.
The solicitor’s legal interest was piqued. ‘Indeed?’ He pushed his glasses back up on his nose. ‘And just who has committed these acts against you and your associates?’
‘Dumbledore. Voldemort. The Ministry.’
The old man’s eyebrows shot up. ‘Do you have proof?’ He demanded, sitting up.
The figure gestured to a case, on the floor next to his chair, the lid opening as he did so. He took out a scroll and held it to the solicitor who was trying not to appear too eager in taking it. ‘Names will only appear should you take my case.’
The solicitor opened the scroll, his eyes widening as he noted the official Gringotts seal, and then rapidly scanned the beginning of the document. He looked up at the figure. ‘I see what you mean.’
He frowned, as he fell deep into thought before speaking. ‘For all intents and purposes I am dead to the Wizarding world. However, having read a small proportion of this – I cannot send you away. Nor am I able to recommend another to take this case.’ He tapped the scroll. ‘I would be remiss if I did not offer my help.’ He paused. ‘Indeed, I do not believe I can, in good conscience, turn you away.’ He smiled as he looked across at the figure. ‘To tell you the truth – I was getting rather bored of retirement!’
He stood up and offered his hand across the table to the figure. ‘I, Nicholas Flamel would be proud to represent you in these matters Mr...’
‘Potter.’ He removed his mask, reaching across the table and shaking Flamel’s hand. ‘Harry Potter. How’s your stone these days sir?’
***
‘Remus?’ Harry gaped at the figure he had just answered the door to.
‘Harry! Thank Merlin you’re here! You must come quickly! The Death Eaters are trying to resurrect Voldemort.’
‘What? But…’
‘You must come! The Order needs you Harry – please!’
‘Right. Two seconds.’ Harry closed the door and took off the door chain as he did so. Turning around he grabbed his wand and gun from the box near the door. Tucking his gun away, he then made a complicated wand movement before speaking, ‘Smythe. Remus has asked me to assist the Order. I have my tracking device with me. End.’
Cancelling the spell he went back to the door and opened it. Remus stood with Nymphadora Tonks outside. ‘Well people?’ Harry gestured, pulling the door closed behind him. ‘Shall we?’
***
Colonel Samantha Carter blinked. ‘Sir.’ She said, habit kicking in as she recognised the clone of one Jack O’Neill. ‘Agent Potter. Thor.’
‘Carter.’ Jack rocked back on his heels. ‘We need a nuclear explosion.’
Carter’s eyebrows went up. ‘You need a nuclear explosion?’ She repeated. ‘You do realise that they aren’t that easy to come by?’
‘We need to destroy something.’ Harry explained. ‘Well, several somethings actually.’
‘With a nuclear reaction.’ Carter stated carefully, as she observed them. ‘You know that it might be quite noticeable if you…’
‘We don’t need to do it on Earth.’ Harry added hurriedly. ‘In fact it would probably be easier if we didn’t. The things are on Thor’s ship. We just need the explosion…’ He trailed off hopefully.
Cater just looked at the three of them in turn, before shaking her head. She pointed out of the spaceship. ‘Did any of you think of using the Sun?’
‘Indeed we did Colonel Carter.’ Thor spoke for the first time since her arrival. ‘But the objects are rather volatile, and the possibility that they could cause a major reaction was the reason for us not using the Sun as a resource.’
Carter nodded. ‘What about another star?’
‘It would need to be a particularly delicate operation as the star may be left in a precarious state after.’ Thor paused. ‘As you can see from our calculations, considerable thought has already gone into this.’
Carter made her way to where Thor’s screen was, taking in the information and frowning as she did so. ‘What about…’ She trailed off. ‘Thor – can you look up the life status of particular stars? If we can identify a star that is about to go supernova… If we can launch these objects before it happens…’
Thor bowed and turned back to his console. ‘There were several options that we have already examined.’ He gestured at the new display on the screen.
Carter considered the options listed in front of her.
‘I think I should add here – that we would prefer it to be as far away from any life whatsoever.’ Harry put in. ‘Just in case.’
‘Thor – can you narrow the perimeters?’ Carter said. A number of projections disappeared. Finally Carter pointed at one. ‘That one. Furthest away from any potential life forms that the Asgard can identify. The gases from the star should have killed anything if there had been anything living out there. It looks very unstable. Enough to destroy what ever it is you’re trying to blow up.’
Thor bowed and made several adjustments on his console. ‘We will be arriving there in three days.’
Jack spoke up. ‘I don’t suppose you have any food?’
‘Asgard food is available. I’m afraid we do not have anything else on board.’
Both Jack and Carter grimaced, glad for the MRE’s they both had.
‘I think I’ll pass thanks.’ Jack replied. ‘You should try it though Harry – Carter said it was like nothing she’d ever tasted before.’
‘Is that a good thing?’ Harry asked, eyeing the food that was brought to him by Thor. He took one and popped it in his mouth.
He gagged seconds later as the taste hit him, before swallowing rapidly. He saw the smug looks on the faces of Jack and Carter.
He groaned, realising he’d been set up and shook his head. ‘I’ll get you back for that.’ He said, trying to rid his mouth of the foul taste. ‘Although it must be said – now I know where Bertie Bott got his ideas for the nasty tasting beans.’
****
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: I’ve been all over the place this week! First off it was concerts, then it was London, and now its back home, but with everything kicking off in the blogging world! Good thing that most of the coursework is done eh?!
I now have journals over at InsaneJournal and GreatestJournal as serendu. As soon as I work out how I want to update on those and this - it will be done.
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 Chapter 24
***
‘Potter. Whatever you’ve planned in terms of your leaving – now is the time to put in action. Dumbledore is not a happy man. And he’s coming for you.’
Harry pressed the delete key on his answer machine, a grim expression on his face as he looked over at Jack.
‘I guess now is the time to take up the offer – right?’ He said.
Jack grimaced, ‘Not a problem.’ He pulled out a small device that Harry recognised as being of Asgard origin. ‘Thor? Buddy? You know you said you’d pick Harry up when he needed it? That time is now.’
A white bright light enveloped the two of them.
Seconds later the flat was empty.
***
'Is he always like this?' A bemused Harry asked Ronan as he watched Rodney McKay order everything around to his own specifications, making caustic comments and ignoring everyone else’s preferences as he did so with an amused Colonel Sheppard watching gleefully as McKay’s minions scurried to do his bidding.
Ronan glanced over at McKay and then looked back at Harry as McKay ripped yet another scientist’s theory into shreds. ‘Yes.’
Harry snorted and turned to Jack with a smirk. ‘Remind me to introduce him to Luna sometime.’
Jack grinned. ‘Oh, I will. As long as I can have a ringside seat.’
***
‘Harry my dear boy.’ Dumbledore stood in front of Harry as he carried Hermione through the door of 12 Grimmauld Place. ‘What happened?’
‘Death Eaters.’ Harry replied, still holding Hermione. ‘They’ve murdered Hermione’s parents and destroyed her home.’ He took a deep breath, exhausted at having to drag her away from her house and get her somewhere safe.
‘I’m taking her upstairs to lay her down; I think she’s in shock.’ He made his way past the headmaster and the members of the Order that had appeared at the sound of him entering to the foot of the stairs. ‘Some help here?’ Harry demanded as he started up the stairs.
‘Of course.’ Dumbledore answered, as the others seemed frozen in their places. ‘Molly?’
‘Of course. Come on Ginny.’
Molly Weasley followed Harry up the stairs, Ginny trailing behind. Her voice soothing Hermione as she did so. ‘There, there dear.’ She said, directing Harry towards one of the bedrooms. ‘It will be all right.’
As Harry laid her gently down on the bed, Hermione finally opened her eyes. ‘They’re gone.’ She whispered, her tearful eyes revealing her devastated emotions.
‘I know.’ Harry replied, gripping onto her hand tightly. ‘I’m sorry.’
Molly turned her head and gave a speaking glance to Ginny. ‘Harry dear, if you could give us a moment, we could get Hermione a bit more comfortable…’ She trailed off as Harry looked up.
‘Of course. I’ll leave you in Mrs Weasley’s hands okay? Hermione – I’ll just be downstairs if you need me – all right?’ He squeezed her hand, before letting go and following Ginny out of the room.
Ginny closed the door quietly behind them and then looked up at Harry. ‘Harry? Could I have a word with you before we go back downstairs?’
‘Sure.’ Harry replied, his mind still debating the wisdom of leaving Hermione. ‘Lead the way.’
***
‘Can I help you?’ The man peered over the top of his glasses, blinking as he did so, gazing at the cloaked and masked figure in front of him.
The figure stood motionless, before speaking through the mask in a masculine sounding voice. ‘I understand you are one of the best solicitors in the Wizarding world.’
The man pulled a face. ‘Sir…’ As he took a chance on guessing the gender of his most unwelcome visitor, ‘I regret to inform you that I’m retired. For quite some years now.’
‘And that your allegiances lie with your most fortunate clients, not the ministry nor the Dark Lord and his followers nor Albus Dumbledore.’ The figure continued as though the solicitor had not spoken.
‘The solicitor leant back in his comfortable chair, sighing as he did so. ‘It is as you say – but I am retired. I am sorry – I cannot help you.’
‘I need legal counsel.’ The figure stated, conjuring a chair and sitting down opposite. ‘I am in a predicament that I find I need someone I can trust.’
‘My dear sir – do you think you are the first to walk in here since my retirement asking for my aid? The reasons for my retirement were as valid for them as they are for you. I cannot help you.’
‘Cannot or will not?’ The figure mused.
The solicitor said nothing, his expression showing clearly that he wished to be left in peace.
‘Perhaps…’ He trailed off. ‘May I at least tell you of my circumstances? Maybe then you will help me?’
The solicitor rolled his eyes, but waved his hand in acquiescence, in the hope it would get the figure gone quicker.
‘I need legal advice… I have discovered a large misappropriation of my funds – due to embezzlement.’ The solicitor looked unimpressed. ‘Defamation of my character.’ The solicitor yawned. ‘Attempted murder of myself.’ The solicitor raised an eyebrow. ‘Murder of my associates…’ He trailed off.
The solicitor’s legal interest was piqued. ‘Indeed?’ He pushed his glasses back up on his nose. ‘And just who has committed these acts against you and your associates?’
‘Dumbledore. Voldemort. The Ministry.’
The old man’s eyebrows shot up. ‘Do you have proof?’ He demanded, sitting up.
The figure gestured to a case, on the floor next to his chair, the lid opening as he did so. He took out a scroll and held it to the solicitor who was trying not to appear too eager in taking it. ‘Names will only appear should you take my case.’
The solicitor opened the scroll, his eyes widening as he noted the official Gringotts seal, and then rapidly scanned the beginning of the document. He looked up at the figure. ‘I see what you mean.’
He frowned, as he fell deep into thought before speaking. ‘For all intents and purposes I am dead to the Wizarding world. However, having read a small proportion of this – I cannot send you away. Nor am I able to recommend another to take this case.’ He tapped the scroll. ‘I would be remiss if I did not offer my help.’ He paused. ‘Indeed, I do not believe I can, in good conscience, turn you away.’ He smiled as he looked across at the figure. ‘To tell you the truth – I was getting rather bored of retirement!’
He stood up and offered his hand across the table to the figure. ‘I, Nicholas Flamel would be proud to represent you in these matters Mr...’
‘Potter.’ He removed his mask, reaching across the table and shaking Flamel’s hand. ‘Harry Potter. How’s your stone these days sir?’
***
‘Remus?’ Harry gaped at the figure he had just answered the door to.
‘Harry! Thank Merlin you’re here! You must come quickly! The Death Eaters are trying to resurrect Voldemort.’
‘What? But…’
‘You must come! The Order needs you Harry – please!’
‘Right. Two seconds.’ Harry closed the door and took off the door chain as he did so. Turning around he grabbed his wand and gun from the box near the door. Tucking his gun away, he then made a complicated wand movement before speaking, ‘Smythe. Remus has asked me to assist the Order. I have my tracking device with me. End.’
Cancelling the spell he went back to the door and opened it. Remus stood with Nymphadora Tonks outside. ‘Well people?’ Harry gestured, pulling the door closed behind him. ‘Shall we?’
***
Colonel Samantha Carter blinked. ‘Sir.’ She said, habit kicking in as she recognised the clone of one Jack O’Neill. ‘Agent Potter. Thor.’
‘Carter.’ Jack rocked back on his heels. ‘We need a nuclear explosion.’
Carter’s eyebrows went up. ‘You need a nuclear explosion?’ She repeated. ‘You do realise that they aren’t that easy to come by?’
‘We need to destroy something.’ Harry explained. ‘Well, several somethings actually.’
‘With a nuclear reaction.’ Carter stated carefully, as she observed them. ‘You know that it might be quite noticeable if you…’
‘We don’t need to do it on Earth.’ Harry added hurriedly. ‘In fact it would probably be easier if we didn’t. The things are on Thor’s ship. We just need the explosion…’ He trailed off hopefully.
Cater just looked at the three of them in turn, before shaking her head. She pointed out of the spaceship. ‘Did any of you think of using the Sun?’
‘Indeed we did Colonel Carter.’ Thor spoke for the first time since her arrival. ‘But the objects are rather volatile, and the possibility that they could cause a major reaction was the reason for us not using the Sun as a resource.’
Carter nodded. ‘What about another star?’
‘It would need to be a particularly delicate operation as the star may be left in a precarious state after.’ Thor paused. ‘As you can see from our calculations, considerable thought has already gone into this.’
Carter made her way to where Thor’s screen was, taking in the information and frowning as she did so. ‘What about…’ She trailed off. ‘Thor – can you look up the life status of particular stars? If we can identify a star that is about to go supernova… If we can launch these objects before it happens…’
Thor bowed and turned back to his console. ‘There were several options that we have already examined.’ He gestured at the new display on the screen.
Carter considered the options listed in front of her.
‘I think I should add here – that we would prefer it to be as far away from any life whatsoever.’ Harry put in. ‘Just in case.’
‘Thor – can you narrow the perimeters?’ Carter said. A number of projections disappeared. Finally Carter pointed at one. ‘That one. Furthest away from any potential life forms that the Asgard can identify. The gases from the star should have killed anything if there had been anything living out there. It looks very unstable. Enough to destroy what ever it is you’re trying to blow up.’
Thor bowed and made several adjustments on his console. ‘We will be arriving there in three days.’
Jack spoke up. ‘I don’t suppose you have any food?’
‘Asgard food is available. I’m afraid we do not have anything else on board.’
Both Jack and Carter grimaced, glad for the MRE’s they both had.
‘I think I’ll pass thanks.’ Jack replied. ‘You should try it though Harry – Carter said it was like nothing she’d ever tasted before.’
‘Is that a good thing?’ Harry asked, eyeing the food that was brought to him by Thor. He took one and popped it in his mouth.
He gagged seconds later as the taste hit him, before swallowing rapidly. He saw the smug looks on the faces of Jack and Carter.
He groaned, realising he’d been set up and shook his head. ‘I’ll get you back for that.’ He said, trying to rid his mouth of the foul taste. ‘Although it must be said – now I know where Bertie Bott got his ideas for the nasty tasting beans.’
****
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