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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: My apologies for the delay in posting this chapter. I had the assignment from hell to complete – twice the usual length and worth 30% of my mark for this year. And that was only one of the pieces of coursework due in – suffice to say – fic got put on a back burner for a while.
If you haven’t read the end of Chapter 16 – I suggest you do so at once!
There shouldn’t be many more chapters in this – I’m hoping to have it finished by the 30(ish) chapter and before the final book. No promises though! Oh… And for anyone still wondering – this should clarify who the funeral was for…
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 Chapter 25
***
‘Actually Agent Potter…’ General O’Neill trailed off. ’ We wanted to recruit you.’
Harry’s jaw dropped. ‘Seriously?’ He blurted, and then felt himself begin to blush.
‘Seriously.’ The General grinned. ‘Your skills would be an asset to any team at the SGC. We want you.’
Harry thought for a moment before frowning. ‘This isn’t because of the magic is it? You do know that magic doesn’t work well with anything electrical – right?’
The General nodded. ‘It isn’t your… shall we say… unique abilities that we want you for. We want you – because you can think on your feet and because you are a survivor. If we send you out in the field I think it is safe to say you will do everything to complete your mission and return yourself and your team in one piece.’
A slow smile spread across Harry’s face at the General’s words. ‘Let me see if I’ve got this clear,’ he said, still wary about the offer. ‘You want me – not because of the magic. You want me for me.’
‘Yep.’
Harry’s smile seemed to light up the room. Then his expression darkened and he sighed. ‘I’d say ‘where do I sign?’ but I have to get rid of Voldemort for once and for all first.’
‘No problem.’ Said the General, leaning back in his leather seat. ‘There isn’t a time limit on this. You do what you need to do – and then you give us a call. Deal?’ He held out his hand for Harry to shake.
‘Deal.’ Harry replied, grabbing the General’s hand and shaking it firmly.
***
‘So I need to place my body in the stasis thing,’ Harry gestured at the strangely designed alcove, ‘while you remove the horcrux?’ Harry asked, warily eyeing the ancient device.
Thor bowed. ‘O’Neill will activate the device and then the process will begin.’
‘And all I have to do is…Step in?’ Harry asked nervously. ‘And everything will be fine – right?’ He said, more to reassure himself than as a question.
‘Yeahsureyoubetcha.’ Jack muttered, rocking back on his heels.
Jack’s nervous. Harry noted. But unless I want to kill myself – then this is it. And even if I did that - Voldemort would still be immortal – so this is the only option. He sighed. Stasis it is then. I wonder if it will hurt?
‘Well, here goes… Well – everything.’ Harry declared brightly. ‘Its not like it’s going to kill me is it?’ He stepped backwards into the stasis booth, noting Jack’s wince at his words. Stepping backwards meant that he had ensured he would be able to see Jack and Thor from the chamber as they worked before it was turned on.
‘Activate the chamber.’ Thor commanded as Harry stood still, waiting.
The chamber lights immediately flashed on.
‘Well done O’Neill.’ Thor said. ‘We may begin.’ He moved to the Asgard console he had brought with him for the procedure.
Jack moved swiftly over to Thor and shook his head. ‘Thor – I hate to tell you this – but that thing turning on – it wasn’t me.’
Thor’s hand stilled over the console. ‘It was not you that activated the stasis chamber?’
They looked at each other for a long moment before turning to the chamber.
The lights flashed in a complicated pattern around the chamber, obviously working on something that no one had anticipated.
Thor peered down at his console, reading the information. ‘It appears the chamber is doing the work for us.’
‘Okay.’ Jack drawled after a long pause. ‘If you aren’t doing it, and I’m not doing it. Who is?’
***
‘Looking forward to going back?’ Harry asked, helping Hermione with her bags into the taxi.
‘Not really.’ Hermione replied, stepping into the back of the London cab as Harry got into the driver’s seat.
She chuckled as Harry put on a hat, making him look more like a chauffeur than a London cab driver. ‘I can’t believe Smythe is making you pretend to be a cabbie. I hope he took pictures.’ She laughed as she finished.
‘Seems safer. And yes he did.’ He gestured to the licence displayed. ‘See – its me.’ He started the car up, checked the mirrors, signalled and moved off into the busy traffic. ‘No one ever notices people like cabbies or posties. Do you think the Order will pay attention to just another London taxi driver?’
‘With dirty blonde hair and blue contacts?’ She added wryly.
‘Precisely.’ He grinned at her in the mirror, before his face turned serious. ‘You take care of yourself all right? I don’t want to have to attempt a siege of Hogwarts if things don’t go well…’
‘Oh Harry!’ She smiled. ‘I’ll do my best – and you’d better keep yourself out of mischief too!’
Harry snorted. ‘You make it sound like I want all this to happen to me.’
‘I know you don’t.’ She leant back in the seat, watching as they travelled past the oblivious Londoners, going about their own lives, unaware of the Wizarding world and the threat it represented. ‘Harry,’ she began, hesitantly.
He looked at her in the mirror.
‘If anything does happen to me – remember – this was my decision to go back. Understand?’ She demanded, as Harry look away from her in the mirror. ‘My choice and my decision.’ She said firmly as Harry stopped the car in front of the red traffic lights. ‘I was already in harm’s way. If I’d stayed at home like I was meant to instead of going to the funeral…’
‘You would have been there when the Death Eaters turned up.’ He sighed as the lights changed to green and he pulled off. ‘I know… Its just…’
‘Whatever happens,’ Hermione interrupted, ‘I want you to promise me you won’t blame yourself. Promise!’
He sighed again. ‘I’ll do my best. Will that do?’
Hermione glared at the back of his head. ‘One day Harry James Potter you will realise that not everything is your fault.’
Harry rolled his eyes.
‘I saw that!’ She said, meeting his eyes in the mirror. He grinned, unapologetically.
‘Anyway.’ Hermione decided to change the subject. ‘Did Smythe tell you how I’ll be reporting?’
‘The discussions you had in all the secretive meetings I wasn’t invited to you mean?’
Hermione huffed and glared at him again, arms folded firmly across her body.
‘Letters or something I think.’ He said, trying to pacify Hermione’s temper.
She nodded, unfolding her arms, and brushing her hair behind her ear. ‘A letter to my Uncle John and my cousin James – my new guardians.’
‘Otherwise known as Uncle John Smythe and Cousin Harry James Potter?’ He replied with a smirk.
‘Precisely.’ She smirked back. ‘Smythe made sure the paperwork was all in order. So what will you be doing while I’m stuck at Hogwarts for my final year?’
‘Smythe wants me to go with Jack to America for some reason. Said there are people there who want to meet me. I’m not sure why yet.’
‘Jack O’Neill? The one who…’
‘’Helped me off Voldie? Yeah – that’s him. Although Dumbledore still seems to think he’s alive.’
‘Really? Hmm.’
Harry watched as Hermione’s face contorted to her intense thought expression. ‘Library?’
‘Yes.’ She said, looking up at him. ‘Hogwarts Library – as soon as I get back.’
‘Well – it won’t be long now,' he said, eyeing the building they were swiftly approaching. ‘Here’s King’s Cross.’
***
‘You know when Neville said you represented the Tauri at some intergalactic conference I admit I wasn’t expecting him to actually be telling the truth.’ Harry said, as he and Luna walked away from General O’Neill and some of the other representatives.
Luna smiled.
‘But then, I found out that Tauri is how other Goa’uld planets refer to earth and I realised that maybe there was something in what Neville had written after all.’ He stopped and turned to face Luna. ‘I’m guessing it was you that reported me to the Asgard in the first place – am I right?’
‘Yes – we’ve been reporting all the activity from the Wizarding world for some time, myself and my father.’ She gestured over to where her father sat with some of the representatives.
‘Can I ask why? I mean – why report on something that you yourself belong to – you are a witch after all – not from a muggle home like me.’
Luna’s face crinkled. ‘When did I ever tell you I was a witch?’
***
Harry rounded the corner, his urgency lending him speed.
Two masked Death Eaters stood over Alan, obviously enjoying his pained screams. Alan writhed, as the smaller Death Eater pointed his wand and cried ‘Crucio.’ before laughing.
‘Expelliarmus!’ Harry cried, as he finally got closer. The smaller Death Eater’s wand hurtled towards him, before the other Death Eater summoned it back for his partner.
‘Well, well. If it isn’t Mr Potter.’ The taller figure drawled.
‘Malfoy.’ Harry hissed, recognising the voice of Draco’s father.
He laughed, casting a curse at the now prone figure of Alan, and then casting another to stop Harry from getting closer.
Harry cursed at his immobility and vulnerability, and started casting every spell he’d ever learnt at the two Death Eaters, his fear for Alan and himself ensuring he didn’t stop.
The Death Eaters conjured a shield to block off the worst of Harry’s curses, but by now, Harry didn’t care if they were illegal, and threw in a few unforgivables in the hope that they would work and it would slow the Death Eaters down.
The Death Eaters split up, the smaller one picking up a cloak and vanishing, whilst Malfoy continued to curse Harry back, although holding his shield against Harry’s spells meant that his curses were more limited than Harry’s.
Out of nowhere the smaller Death Eater appeared in front of Harry. Harry tried cursing his opponent, but before he could, the smaller Death Eater punched him, tackling him to the ground as he did so.
Malfoy removed his mask and smirked as he watched them struggle.
Harry’s training paid off and he quickly got the upper hand in the struggle, ensuring the Death Eater was a shield between him and Malfoy and unable to do anything about it.
‘Oh Potter…’
Harry looked up at Malfoy.
Malfoy smirked as he aimed his wand at the near unconscious Alan and murmured. ‘Avada Kedavra.’
Alan’s body stilled.
Harry started to shake.
‘Malfoy pointed at the smaller Death Eater. ‘Accio Draco.’
Draco flew out of Harry’s hands and into the arms of his father. They disapparated before Harry could move. Leaving a dead Alan and a devastated Harry in the alley all alone.
***
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: My apologies for the delay in posting this chapter. I had the assignment from hell to complete – twice the usual length and worth 30% of my mark for this year. And that was only one of the pieces of coursework due in – suffice to say – fic got put on a back burner for a while.
If you haven’t read the end of Chapter 16 – I suggest you do so at once!
There shouldn’t be many more chapters in this – I’m hoping to have it finished by the 30(ish) chapter and before the final book. No promises though! Oh… And for anyone still wondering – this should clarify who the funeral was for…
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 Chapter 25
***
‘Actually Agent Potter…’ General O’Neill trailed off. ’ We wanted to recruit you.’
Harry’s jaw dropped. ‘Seriously?’ He blurted, and then felt himself begin to blush.
‘Seriously.’ The General grinned. ‘Your skills would be an asset to any team at the SGC. We want you.’
Harry thought for a moment before frowning. ‘This isn’t because of the magic is it? You do know that magic doesn’t work well with anything electrical – right?’
The General nodded. ‘It isn’t your… shall we say… unique abilities that we want you for. We want you – because you can think on your feet and because you are a survivor. If we send you out in the field I think it is safe to say you will do everything to complete your mission and return yourself and your team in one piece.’
A slow smile spread across Harry’s face at the General’s words. ‘Let me see if I’ve got this clear,’ he said, still wary about the offer. ‘You want me – not because of the magic. You want me for me.’
‘Yep.’
Harry’s smile seemed to light up the room. Then his expression darkened and he sighed. ‘I’d say ‘where do I sign?’ but I have to get rid of Voldemort for once and for all first.’
‘No problem.’ Said the General, leaning back in his leather seat. ‘There isn’t a time limit on this. You do what you need to do – and then you give us a call. Deal?’ He held out his hand for Harry to shake.
‘Deal.’ Harry replied, grabbing the General’s hand and shaking it firmly.
***
‘So I need to place my body in the stasis thing,’ Harry gestured at the strangely designed alcove, ‘while you remove the horcrux?’ Harry asked, warily eyeing the ancient device.
Thor bowed. ‘O’Neill will activate the device and then the process will begin.’
‘And all I have to do is…Step in?’ Harry asked nervously. ‘And everything will be fine – right?’ He said, more to reassure himself than as a question.
‘Yeahsureyoubetcha.’ Jack muttered, rocking back on his heels.
Jack’s nervous. Harry noted. But unless I want to kill myself – then this is it. And even if I did that - Voldemort would still be immortal – so this is the only option. He sighed. Stasis it is then. I wonder if it will hurt?
‘Well, here goes… Well – everything.’ Harry declared brightly. ‘Its not like it’s going to kill me is it?’ He stepped backwards into the stasis booth, noting Jack’s wince at his words. Stepping backwards meant that he had ensured he would be able to see Jack and Thor from the chamber as they worked before it was turned on.
‘Activate the chamber.’ Thor commanded as Harry stood still, waiting.
The chamber lights immediately flashed on.
‘Well done O’Neill.’ Thor said. ‘We may begin.’ He moved to the Asgard console he had brought with him for the procedure.
Jack moved swiftly over to Thor and shook his head. ‘Thor – I hate to tell you this – but that thing turning on – it wasn’t me.’
Thor’s hand stilled over the console. ‘It was not you that activated the stasis chamber?’
They looked at each other for a long moment before turning to the chamber.
The lights flashed in a complicated pattern around the chamber, obviously working on something that no one had anticipated.
Thor peered down at his console, reading the information. ‘It appears the chamber is doing the work for us.’
‘Okay.’ Jack drawled after a long pause. ‘If you aren’t doing it, and I’m not doing it. Who is?’
***
‘Looking forward to going back?’ Harry asked, helping Hermione with her bags into the taxi.
‘Not really.’ Hermione replied, stepping into the back of the London cab as Harry got into the driver’s seat.
She chuckled as Harry put on a hat, making him look more like a chauffeur than a London cab driver. ‘I can’t believe Smythe is making you pretend to be a cabbie. I hope he took pictures.’ She laughed as she finished.
‘Seems safer. And yes he did.’ He gestured to the licence displayed. ‘See – its me.’ He started the car up, checked the mirrors, signalled and moved off into the busy traffic. ‘No one ever notices people like cabbies or posties. Do you think the Order will pay attention to just another London taxi driver?’
‘With dirty blonde hair and blue contacts?’ She added wryly.
‘Precisely.’ He grinned at her in the mirror, before his face turned serious. ‘You take care of yourself all right? I don’t want to have to attempt a siege of Hogwarts if things don’t go well…’
‘Oh Harry!’ She smiled. ‘I’ll do my best – and you’d better keep yourself out of mischief too!’
Harry snorted. ‘You make it sound like I want all this to happen to me.’
‘I know you don’t.’ She leant back in the seat, watching as they travelled past the oblivious Londoners, going about their own lives, unaware of the Wizarding world and the threat it represented. ‘Harry,’ she began, hesitantly.
He looked at her in the mirror.
‘If anything does happen to me – remember – this was my decision to go back. Understand?’ She demanded, as Harry look away from her in the mirror. ‘My choice and my decision.’ She said firmly as Harry stopped the car in front of the red traffic lights. ‘I was already in harm’s way. If I’d stayed at home like I was meant to instead of going to the funeral…’
‘You would have been there when the Death Eaters turned up.’ He sighed as the lights changed to green and he pulled off. ‘I know… Its just…’
‘Whatever happens,’ Hermione interrupted, ‘I want you to promise me you won’t blame yourself. Promise!’
He sighed again. ‘I’ll do my best. Will that do?’
Hermione glared at the back of his head. ‘One day Harry James Potter you will realise that not everything is your fault.’
Harry rolled his eyes.
‘I saw that!’ She said, meeting his eyes in the mirror. He grinned, unapologetically.
‘Anyway.’ Hermione decided to change the subject. ‘Did Smythe tell you how I’ll be reporting?’
‘The discussions you had in all the secretive meetings I wasn’t invited to you mean?’
Hermione huffed and glared at him again, arms folded firmly across her body.
‘Letters or something I think.’ He said, trying to pacify Hermione’s temper.
She nodded, unfolding her arms, and brushing her hair behind her ear. ‘A letter to my Uncle John and my cousin James – my new guardians.’
‘Otherwise known as Uncle John Smythe and Cousin Harry James Potter?’ He replied with a smirk.
‘Precisely.’ She smirked back. ‘Smythe made sure the paperwork was all in order. So what will you be doing while I’m stuck at Hogwarts for my final year?’
‘Smythe wants me to go with Jack to America for some reason. Said there are people there who want to meet me. I’m not sure why yet.’
‘Jack O’Neill? The one who…’
‘’Helped me off Voldie? Yeah – that’s him. Although Dumbledore still seems to think he’s alive.’
‘Really? Hmm.’
Harry watched as Hermione’s face contorted to her intense thought expression. ‘Library?’
‘Yes.’ She said, looking up at him. ‘Hogwarts Library – as soon as I get back.’
‘Well – it won’t be long now,' he said, eyeing the building they were swiftly approaching. ‘Here’s King’s Cross.’
***
‘You know when Neville said you represented the Tauri at some intergalactic conference I admit I wasn’t expecting him to actually be telling the truth.’ Harry said, as he and Luna walked away from General O’Neill and some of the other representatives.
Luna smiled.
‘But then, I found out that Tauri is how other Goa’uld planets refer to earth and I realised that maybe there was something in what Neville had written after all.’ He stopped and turned to face Luna. ‘I’m guessing it was you that reported me to the Asgard in the first place – am I right?’
‘Yes – we’ve been reporting all the activity from the Wizarding world for some time, myself and my father.’ She gestured over to where her father sat with some of the representatives.
‘Can I ask why? I mean – why report on something that you yourself belong to – you are a witch after all – not from a muggle home like me.’
Luna’s face crinkled. ‘When did I ever tell you I was a witch?’
***
Harry rounded the corner, his urgency lending him speed.
Two masked Death Eaters stood over Alan, obviously enjoying his pained screams. Alan writhed, as the smaller Death Eater pointed his wand and cried ‘Crucio.’ before laughing.
‘Expelliarmus!’ Harry cried, as he finally got closer. The smaller Death Eater’s wand hurtled towards him, before the other Death Eater summoned it back for his partner.
‘Well, well. If it isn’t Mr Potter.’ The taller figure drawled.
‘Malfoy.’ Harry hissed, recognising the voice of Draco’s father.
He laughed, casting a curse at the now prone figure of Alan, and then casting another to stop Harry from getting closer.
Harry cursed at his immobility and vulnerability, and started casting every spell he’d ever learnt at the two Death Eaters, his fear for Alan and himself ensuring he didn’t stop.
The Death Eaters conjured a shield to block off the worst of Harry’s curses, but by now, Harry didn’t care if they were illegal, and threw in a few unforgivables in the hope that they would work and it would slow the Death Eaters down.
The Death Eaters split up, the smaller one picking up a cloak and vanishing, whilst Malfoy continued to curse Harry back, although holding his shield against Harry’s spells meant that his curses were more limited than Harry’s.
Out of nowhere the smaller Death Eater appeared in front of Harry. Harry tried cursing his opponent, but before he could, the smaller Death Eater punched him, tackling him to the ground as he did so.
Malfoy removed his mask and smirked as he watched them struggle.
Harry’s training paid off and he quickly got the upper hand in the struggle, ensuring the Death Eater was a shield between him and Malfoy and unable to do anything about it.
‘Oh Potter…’
Harry looked up at Malfoy.
Malfoy smirked as he aimed his wand at the near unconscious Alan and murmured. ‘Avada Kedavra.’
Alan’s body stilled.
Harry started to shake.
‘Malfoy pointed at the smaller Death Eater. ‘Accio Draco.’
Draco flew out of Harry’s hands and into the arms of his father. They disapparated before Harry could move. Leaving a dead Alan and a devastated Harry in the alley all alone.
***
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