Reflections of a King
By Abby Ebon
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Disclaimer: I forgot to mention, not only do I not own the summary, I don't own Harry Potter, nor Stargate: Atlantis, or mentions of Stargate: SG-1.
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The Last Witch-Queen of Atlantis
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Previously…..
"The Ancients, Halling, all the Ancients are here!" Harry yelled, exuberant, he heard Halling ask something, but Harry was too far away from the door to hear what it was. Harry sent the light up – silently urging it to grow as it floated to the ceiling. This was one of the chambers in the spirals, and for a moment, Harry wondered if all the spirals of Atlantis were full of Ancients.
Harry swallowed down his glee, for beside him, an Ancient had appeared.
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This Ancient was flesh-and-blood, just like Harry. She was ancient looking, and looked older then Dumbledore, if that was possible. Harry saw that she had came out of the cryogenic chamber next to the door; she carried a great staff, though it was obviously for balance then power.
"Greeting to you, Wizard." She spoke softly, as if it pained her to raise her voice. Harry felt a flash of surprise, and then resolved himself- of course the Ancients would know of Wizards and Witches. Harry couldn't think of a thing to say to her, so he bowed, and she chuckled, amused.
"No need for that among equals, Wizard. My time is too short to waste on Courtly pleasantries. My people and I are in dire need…" Harry looked out at them; they looked healthy, perfect, unflawed.
"Not a physical need young Wizard, a spiritual one. Before my ancestors began to Ascend, we had great King and Queens of Atlantis to follow- it is was tradition, and gradually, it became a genetic…fault, the Ascended would say, we disagree. There are three requirements- the first, Atlantis itself must approve of you." The surge of power, the sheer force of personality of the city, clearly showed itself. Harry had felt it around him, daily, though he had not known it was the city… Harry was still trying to figure out why she was telling him all this.
"It does approve of your presence…as for the others you've brought with you, it remains unsure of." The old woman sighed, and leaned heavily on her staff.
"The second requirement to be ruler is for the former ruler to approve of you. I wouldn't be speaking to you if you were not the one I've been waiting for." It clicked, and Harry gaped at her- he knew nothing of the Ancients, and she, the Queen of Atlantis and the Ancients themselves, wanted him to rule them?
"The third requirement, and hardest, is genetic. You must be a powerful Wizard- or Witch, and you must have our genes. You do, and you are the only one among us, other then my self, who has those traits." The Witch-Queen smiled at him, her eyes were a fierce green, her silver hair bound in a braid. Even after what must have been thousands of years in cryogenic sleep- she was still a force to be reckoned with.
"You can't just expect me to…to rule them! I've no idea what to do!" Harry exclaimed, and the Witch-Queen laughed, and then her eyes stared into his own.
"Do you think I, a mere girl of ten, knew what to do when my grandfather died and my father and mother were found unfit to rule?" She raised a whitened eyebrow, and Harry's mouth fell open. She chuckled, amused by his reactions.
"Atlantis will teach you what you need to rule her people. Trust in Atlantis, and she will protect you- and our people." The Witch-Queen assured him, it seemed ludicrous- but she honestly seemed to expect Harry to trust in Atlantis- as if it was a flesh-and-blood being….
"What about you, why can't you rule them still?" Harry asked, grasping for stings- and snags to her plot. She snorted, a un-Queen like behavior that so shocked him he ceased his excuses.
"Boy, use your eyes. I knew cryogenic sleep would kill me in a day after my 'awakening'." Harry was horrified, but she seemed to calmly accept her fate. Sure in the fact that Atlantis had chosen the next King and her people would be safe.
"Good luck, Neo-King, take care of our people, or I will see your Ascended after-life is a tormented one." The Last-Queen warned, in grim humor. Before Harry could question her, she was gone, and her body faded into light- she gave him one last smile, and left him.
Harry heard a hiss of hundreds or thousands of cryogenic chambers opening, and he watched as the Ancients- his people, awoke. Harry heard his team mates calling for him, and groaned, wondering how he was going to explain this to them…
Harry willed the door to open, to aid in his escape, and Atlantis merely seemed to laugh at him.
The Ancients appeared to notice him, all at once; hundreds of thousands of eyes were on him. Harry swallowed, wondering how he was to explain that their Witch-Queen was dead- and that he was her chosen successor.
Six of them, old, approached him, he felt Atlantis touch his mind it seemed to tell him; these are the Chosen, the Council, they know whom you are little Neo-King…. They shall help you...
Harry hoped that voice was right, for they did not very friendly. They looked both hardened, and….hopeful?
"Are we to assume you are Atlantis', and our, Neo-King?" Harry nodded, timidly, and the six Ancients broke out in grins, delighted at a successful choosing. "What is you name?" A red-haired and hazel eyed Ancient asked, Harry gave it, and she turned to the rail to address her people, as a herald of old might do for her King.
"Our King of Atlantis, the Neo-King; Harry of the Wizards, has been Chosen!" Her voice carried, and Harry had no doubt that the Atlantis' human military, gathered outside the chamber, could hear the cheers for him.
Atlantis itself seemed amused at his worry, Harry was quite sure Elizabeth Weir wouldn't be so amused.
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He was proved right. After he had told his worries to his Council, they had insisted that two of their number guard him- while the rest of the Ancients awoke those in the other chambers. Atlantis was truly coming back to life, and Harry hoped it wouldn't be badly received.
Atlantis saw fit to open the door, and it opened to reveal Sheppard and his team- Ford, and the rest of Harry's team- and Weir, who looked highly confused at the sight of the two blue-cloaked Ancients, a man- and a woman, who were flanking his sides. The red-haired herald had told him they were members of the King – or Queen's Guard.
They'd been quite adamant at him not leaving them without proper 'protection'. When he 'questioned' Atlantis, it had only seemed to laugh at him. "An explanation, if you care, Dr. Potter?" Weir asked with a raised eyebrow. Harry sighed long-sufferingly.
"Can we go to the 'Gate room? This will take a while, and the Ancients need to have access to these corridors." Harry explained-without-explaining, Weir nodded accepting this (there was little she could do to disagree).
Rodney had stopped dead, frozen; he sputtered for a moment attempting to demand an answer, Harry expected no less, after all he had caught sight of the masses behind the open door which stood behind Harry.
The rest, obviously wanting answers of their own, followed Weir and Harry. After all, no one was going to bother questioning the Ancients when they could get answers from one of their own.
