Summary: Returning from SGC, Daniel meets his new neighbor.

A/N: I am experimenting with this fandom crossover again. There is no definite pairings so far, though likely there will be much later on. I was inspired by "Nobody Said it Would be Easy" by I-am-a-slash-addict on . So I thought I would try my hand at a neighbor!Harry fic, though in this one its an apartment building, and Daniel instead of O'Neal, and Harry is younger in this. plot is totally different though. The idea of Harry as a neighbor to a main character in the crossover is i-am-a-slash-addict's.

A/n: for those who are curious, here are the tags I used on AO3 for the fic: M/M, Gen, Multi, Other, mostly Stargate-verse, out of order episodes, skipped episodes, AU, humour, some violence, some angst, some romance but not main point of fic, Adventure, Slice of Life, Write as I go/no plan, drabblish here and there sometimes.

I don't know who I am pairing Harry with, I am keeping that up in the air, but if it does happen it will likely be a male character.

This is originally posted at AO3 under the same name.

*Please Keep in mind my spelling and grammar is bad at times and I am not overly familiar with the finer points of military jargon and info.

Chapter 1

Harry breathed in the honey sweetened steam of his early morning Earl Grey as he watched the first fine rays of the gold and orange sunrise touch the sky with the first blush of dawn. Before him, a small city was bathed in the warm light, setting fire to windows and warming the copious trees that shared space with dry grass and slick asphalt.

Harry mused that the view, particularly with the stunning mountain vista in the distance, was rather worth the fact that the Goblins had almost all the decision making when it came to deciding almost all aspects of his new life during the arduous 3 months that he had been stuck in the bank while he forked over a hefty chunk of gold to have them erase the very existence of one Harry James Potter.

Harry smirked when he thought about the various dusty dungeon basements Dumbledore was likely scrounging through in the houses of, most likely highly offended, Dark families of great political clout right now while his precious boy-who-lived enjoyed his tea in his new loft apartment on the 10th floor in Colorado Springs all away across the pond in the United States.

Harry's smile slipped as his thoughts strayed to the faces of those he had left behind who had been friends and pseudo family who were also searching for him as well.

Harry sighed. They would not have understood, even if he had been allowed to contact them just once to let them know that he was alright. They would likely think him a traitor for what he had agreed to do, what he had already done. Not that he could blame them really, he was a traitor.

That would be one of his regrets, not saying goodbye; but in the end, he had come to terms with his decision, and through it, he was free. Free to live however he wanted to live.

Harry turned to his rather tastefully decorated apartment and grimaced. He had not been allowed to take anything with him except his new wand, his transferred money, the paperwork for his new identity, and a set of plain black cloths on his back. The risk of his old things possibly holding a cleverly hidden tracking spell was to great.

The Goblins had also said that everything that was from his old life that was carried with him would also make the break from his old life that much harder. It had to be done completely and with absolute 100% commitment. That had been a particularly painful process, particularly when it came to Hedwig, his wand, and the photo album with his parents and the marauders in it. At least Hedwig was in a better place, living a cozy life in an owl sanctuary in Albania. The only thing he had not been able to rid himself of was his invisibility cloak. There was a deep family magic that tied the cloak to those of Potter blood. He had instead placed it into a magically sealed box and buried it to the back of his closet in his new room under strong enchantments to ensure it couldn't be tracked.

Harry's new home had been decorated by someone else, at the most basic level, and a small assortment of kitchen ware and food were provided, but obviously whoever had handled the place did not have much of an idea of what went into a muggle home. There was no electronics, and he should likely be thankful that the loft was all inclusive, or he would likely not have any electricity either.

Harry didn't mind though, now that he was officially let loose into his new identity and new home, he was free to do as he pleased provided that he lived like any other wizard in a muggle environment (i.e, statue of secrecy) and didn't shout his old identity from the roof tops or return to the Wizarding World, he could do as he pleased, and with an extensive inheritance from both the Potters and the Blacks as well as a few donations from grateful childless families that had willed the Boy-who-lived there own fortunes in gratitude for smiting Voldemort as a baby, he was quite well off really, especially after it was all converted into muggle money and spread out among a few banks and investments. He would never need to work a day in his life if he didn't want to.

Not that planned to remain idle. He was not reared like that. But in the meanwhile, while he figured out what exactly he was to do for the rest of his life, he was going to explore this new life a bit, which starts with setting up his new home and getting some bloody cloths, and find out who the man he saw in the mirror every morning ,the stranger known as Harrison T. Salt really was.