Raised By A God
Thanks go out to Pax-draconix my new beta
Inspired by Harry Potter and the Stargate by Shezza and Fighting the Gods by Phoenix catcher
"Speech"
'thought'
Chapter 1
Voldemort was prepared to face off against the Potters and as expected overpowered them with ease. It was strange in a way. They had defied him three times and yet were defeated by the simple trust in a friend. A friend that betrayed them without a second thought to his master.
Looking at the child idly chewing an old, strange looking toy, You-Know-Who, as he was called by the general public, smirked.
'This boy will not have the time to grow up let alone oppose me.' He thought as he raised his wand.
"Good bye, young Potter, perhaps in another time… No matter. Avada Kedavra." A jet of green light shot across the short distance to the child.
Suddenly the toy shone with inner power and a shield sprang up around the boy repelling the energy attack, for the most part, back the way it came. A single tendril of energy struck the small boy and a lightning bolt cut appeared upon his forehead.
Voldemort screamed in pain as his own curse struck him, and destroyed his body. A black mist rose from the smoldering ashes and attempted to smother the child. Young Harry remained protected, and the wraith fled into the night losing sentience quickly, a growing hunger for magic taking its place.
Smoke quickly began filling the house and flames began to spring up from the ashes of the darkest lord since Grindewald.
The newly activated Alteran device detected the dangerous environment of its charge and quickly scanned for a safe place to transport to. Quickly discovering no active Alteran technology, or signs of such, it expanded its search. Using the majority of its remaining power supply it transported the one year old Harry to a known safe place. He was sent to the nearest alliance vessel.
High Earth Orbit.
Loki was finishing the disposal of his last human clone before leaving the system at the behest of Thor. In fact, it was a command to cease his experiments upon the humans of the planet. The council believed the Replicators were of a more immediate threat than the gradual extinction of the last of the great races.
All ships were to return and assist in the defense against them. Loki was, however, a geneticist among his people and had little interest in the conflict with the Replicators. Finding a way to keep his people alive after the little robots were defeated was his personal goal.
Humans were such an adaptable species when it came to technology and their own forms were hail and hardy. Watching them over the recent years had given Loki hope that they one day might have the answers to his people's continuing dilemma. The humans of Earth were finding their potential and unlocking the early stages of their development. Without the influence of the Goa'uld humanity could go so far.
Well, he'd simply have to return at a later time in secret to continue his work. Preparing his ship for departure he didn't notice a silent intruder alert until he was already far from the Earth system. It was not the most pleasant of surprises to hear the bawling of a toddler echoing through the halls of his ship.
Merlin watched from orbit as the science vessel left the system. Time shifted so often around the planet Earth. Time streams changed so often and new off shoots appeared at the strangest points. All had occurred as it had once before. A few minor changes had indeed occurred, but not as large as this recent change.
Reaching out to the time flow as he regarded it he felt as the banks of the great river shored themselves up solidly. The current path would not be altered again without some dire influence. The universe could be very stubborn at times.
Stroking his metaphorical beard he chuckled at how often SG-1 caused temporal anomalies. Even six years before the Stargate would be put into use once again. To think that an attempt at taking off world shore leave would leave SG-1 and General O'Neill trapped in the time of Arthurian legend.
Remembering the new timeline and how Jack enjoyed being King Arthur with his Lady Guinevere. Sam wasn't too upset at having to play queen either. So, all was right with this particular world for the moment.
Chuckling Merlin, or Moros, or that crazy old guy, as he was wont to be called moved to follow his newest little project until the Stargate puzzle was deciphered. None of those Ascended brats could keep up with his pace. It was so sad that the youth of today didn't seem to know how to have any fun.
One Earth year later.
"I want number four twenty-two!" The irate and now two years old, Alteran child cried. Aboard a ship created by one of the most advanced races it was time to feed the little monst… child.
"You must have the proper nutritional value in your diet. Combination four twenty-two does not contain the nutrition vital to your continued good health." This calm and rational explanation was not accepted by the young boy. The boy was, while advancing relatively quickly academically, simply incredibly emotional and erratic.
He watched implacably as the child pushed his bowl of nutrition cubes off of the Asgard sized table. His research into human society, written documentation of children, and general child rearing information from throughout the known galaxy indicated that he withhold nourishment this time to indicate punishment.
Raising a human child was a great deal of adjustment from academic to practical, but he believed he had done relatively well so far. At least the boy had not decided to say no to everything he said.
Personal Log Entry 51547
Subject: Jörmungandr
Jörmungandr has become rather recalcitrant in his second year aboard ship. Perhaps I should locate a protected planet to allow him contact with other humans. Such a choice will require careful consideration.. The battle with the Replicators has progressed very little with the use of Asgard science. Earlier today I found the child throwing control stones at the inert model of a Replicator. His aim was true and shattered the display. The event has led me to question how the machines would adapt to an attack of such a simple nature.
End Log Entry.
Scientific Log Entry 4654447897
Subject: New Replicator Attack Strategy
Two Earth years have passed from the time Jörmungandr inspired my recent foray into using more primitive methods of combat. After careful study of several methods I have found that such tactics have… potential. Early testing shows promise, and I have included the boy in my research. His own potential is impressive. His tuition will be increased due to an incident that will not be mentioned.
End Log Entry
Loki's charge was rather sullenly looking out at the lovely blue and green planet they were in orbit above. He'd been bored with nothing left to do at the time. The hull plating had still been repairable. His desire to get closer to see the star going super nova wasn't unreasonable was it?
Picking at his gray jump suit he leaned against the glass. Wishing that he could just go down and see what was so important about the planet they'd visited this time. Oh, how he could see the trees and feel the wind as he lay down on the rolling green fields below.
He could even smell the moist dark soil in the air.
Opening his eyes to shake away the day dream he was surprised to find he wasn't imagining the smell anymore. Somehow he'd made it to the planet, and there before him was a large group of Nordic looking people all staring at him.
"Hello?"
Seeing a boy appear from the very air meant something to these people. So as was the typical reaction they swiftly bowed to a being they believed to be a god.
To be continued.
Thought I'd go back and rework some of my earlier work. I found myself questioning too many things myself when I returned to read it.