Harry's Other Aunt
I have reposted Chapter 1 and 2. Have a new Beta name Maxim, all other mistakes are mine. Please review and tell me if it improve or not.
Summary: Harry finds out after Sirius's death that he has another family, Aunt Petunia is not really his Aunt at all, and many other family secrets.
Pairing: H/D, R/S, BW/DJ, CW/SC, SB/JO, RW/HG, Teal/Tonks
These are the pairings so far; it may change, but the main pairings are
H/D and R/S and they should be together forever.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Stargate Series
This is the first time I have ever written fan fiction so please bear with me.
I want to Thank Ame for the idea. Thanks also go to Maxim in beta this story.
Chapter 1
Captain Samantha Carter looked through the window of the military transport, wondering how she'd gotten into this mess in the first place. Four months ago her life drastically changed. Her father informed her that he was dying and that he had some unfinished business he wanted to take care of. He had another daughter in England.
When they were stationed in England, he had a fling and the woman became pregnant. The woman then died in childbirth so he left the baby with her aunt's family. Now he wanted to get in touch. He needed to resolve the old issues to clear his conscience. He didn't want to die with any unfinished business.
"Well hell, I don't want the damn problem!" she thought to herself. But good old Sam always did what was right. She would try to fix the problem. "Dad's not dying anymore, thanks to the care he received from the Tok'Ra, the alien species who are our allies against the Goa'uld. Since Dad's bad health and the realization of the unknown sibling, which my brother Mark did not take very well as he did not like the fact I took Dad's view on this, our sibling rivalry has gone from slightly good to bad. Dad cannot take care of the issue himself. He is still getting used to being a symbiote-host and concreting our alliance with the Tok'Ra. So he cannot travel or take responsibility of said problem. Even though his health has improved and will not die of cancer, he still wants to find his missing daughter and mend all the broken fences." She found herself in the position of being the go between. She had found out several details and now she had come to England to connect the missing pieces and take care of them. "Thanks Dad, you've put me in a position I was not ready for."
Sam prepared herself for landing at Lankenheth Air Force base in Suffolk, where she would begin the journey to Surrey for her nephew.
Four months ago
Petunia sat in the kitchen looking through the morning post. She found a letter that was addressed to her dead mother. "Why would someone post something from the States? All of mum's friends reside in England. I hope it's not some long lost relative wanting some money," she said to herself. Petunia read the letter and tears ran down her face. It was the happiest moment in her life, she was finally free.
"I'm Free! I'm Free at last! No more Vernon, Aunt Marge, or Dumbledore." She hurried to her desk drawer and completely pulled it out and turned it over to pull off the envelope that was taped to the bottom.
Her plans had come to fruit. She would leave with Dudley and get away from this long nightmare of hate and despair. Petunia reached for the telephone to dial a number by hand.
"May I speak to a Mr Brian Webster please?" she asked the other person on the receiver.
"Yes, you may. May I ask who is calling?"
"Mrs. Petunia Dursley."
"Hello, Mrs Dursley, it has been a long time since I have heard from you. I have wondered if what I did for you was okay or if you found someone else to do the work."
"No, Mr Webster, it was very good work. There were some problems so I could not use the documents at the time. Now I would like to use them and I wondered if there was a time limit on the process of them to the office?" she asked in a calm voice. Inside, she was shaking, hoping against all hope that the documents were still good.
"Oh yes, all you have to do is send them in and we here at Webster and Sons will do all the rest for you," Mr. Webster replied.
"Great, you will hear from me in a couple of weeks." Petunia hung up the phone and began writing a letter to this Captain Carter and another to Harry. She had to plan correctly or everything would be lost.
Hogwarts
Harry was sitting down for breakfast when Hedwig landed in front of him with a letter. Feeding her some bacon, he reached for the letter.
Nephew
I know I usually do not write to you at school, but this is very important. I need you to go to Woolworth and take some passport pictures. Please take two pictures. Vernon has won a holiday for the family this summer and we can't possibly leave you here by yourself, so you will need a passport. Please send it back to me as quickly as you can. We have won a two months holiday to Australia. You will need to do this quickly so we can get the ball rolling on your visa.
Your
Aunt
Harry was gobsmacked when he read this. First, being included in a family vacation, and second, going to Australia was a dream vacation.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"Hermione, can you read this to make sure I am reading this right?" Harry was still very cautious about this letter. His family didn't care about him, so why would they want to have him on vacation? There had to be more. He had to see if Hermione would write to Padfoot for him for his advice.
"Harry, is this real? Why are they being so nice?"
'Yes, it's real. There is a Muggle postmark and a stamp. Plus, Headmistress Umbitch would not have let me have mail. You do remember I'm banned from almost everything here at school at the moment. Knowing McGonagall, she would have told the Headmaster about the letter and investigated if it was true. I am just wondering two things; how do I get a passport photo the Muggle way here, and why are they taking me? I don't like them and they cannot stand the sight of me."
"I don't know what to say, Harry, about either the family issue or the passport photo. Just go to Professor McGonagall. She may be able to direct you on the passport photo. The family issue you will have to wait and see, Harry."
"Transfiguration is our next class. I am going now to talk with Professor McGonagall about this, see you in class."
As Harry was leaving he never saw the late owl that landed at the Slytherin table in front of Draco Malfoy. Everyone wondered why he never got any owls from his father on a weekday and only at the weekends. "Madeira, do you want some of these bread crumbs before you leave?" he asked as he gave the owl the crumbs and took the letter from her leg.
"Draco, are you going to read the letter from your father now?" asked Pansy as she watched him place the letter in his book bag for later.
"Pansy, how many times do I have to tell you that my business is my business, not yours? If my mother or father writes me, it is not a news blast, so stay out of my business."Draco knew that Pansy wanted to be Lady Malfoy but it would not happen. His father had already told him he could choose his bride. His father did not want a loveless marriage for his son like it was with him and his crazy mother. Draco would not marry someone like his mother. Draco turned his hard grey eyes toward Pansy telling her in silent words to fuck off. "We are late for class, let's go."
As Pansy got up, she looked at Draco, biding her time. Lady Malfoy and her parents had promised her Draco. She had earned such promise by spying on Professor Snape, the Slytherin House, and recruiting more members for their Dark Lord. "I must write dear Narcissa about the promise she made. I will not be denied my rewards," she thought to herself.
Harry reached the Transfiguration class just as the Professor did. "Professor, can you spare me some time before or after class today?"
"Oh, Harry, I was going to ask you to stay after class today. I want to speak to you about the letter you received from your aunt."
Harry looked at the Professor, wondering how she could be so unconcerned about reading his mail.
"Mr Potter, please don't look at me like that. You know, as everyone in this school does, that the Headmistress has been reading everyone's mail that has had detention with her."
"Professor, you would have felt the same if someone had invaded your privacy and nobody was doing anything about it. So, I do have a right to look at every teacher in this school with contempt," Harry said to his Head of House.
As Harry spoke those words, Professor McGonagall felt all her years. She went into the class and sat down taking her glasses off with a sigh. "Yes, Harry, we have failed you and every student here. Dolores Umbridge has Ministry approval and our hands are tied. We can't help the students. I'm so sorry, Mr. Potter, that I could not help you any more."
Harry looked at his teacher and saw despair. "Professor, I am sorry also. I have learned a lot over the course of my life. Don't place all your faith in one person, for that person may or may not have your best interest at hand. I know you want Headmaster Dumbledore to help, but sometimes we must help ourselves."
As Harry said those words the Professor raised her head and took a long look at Mr Potter. "I have a lot of layers, Professor. But let's get back to what I am here for. I need a passport photo. Where can I go to have it done? Plus, is this letter real, and was it investigated by Professor Dumbledore?"
McGonagall placed her glasses back on her face and nodded to her student. "The letter was verified by someone from the Ministry on its authenticity before it was given to you. We will be going to Hogsmeade tomorrow to take the photos. Please take a seat, the students will be coming in soon."
As Harry was going to his seat, he looked back and said, "Professor, sometimes you must rely on yourself more than others. Others can sometimes lie to you." Professor McGonagall was about to reply when the first set of students arrived.
Tbc.