A/N and Disclaimers: This is my first fic so constructive criticism only please...and please offer it because I know I need it! I own nothing, except what develops from the idea since the original concept I got from AlexMcpherson (who gave me permission to use it). I do not own Harry Potter or Stargate, HP belongs to JKR and Stargate belongs to MGM and whoever else...not really sure to be honest. Direct excerpts from the show will occur in some cases especially in the beginning since Harry hasn't had a chance to affect anything yet...

Many thanks to AlexMcpherson for the use of the general idea and to all of the other authors that have inspired some of my ideas and concepts, if you spot something and I forgot to mention it let me know, since I want to give credit where it's due.

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Chapter 2 – Briefings and Stories

Stargate Command, The Briefing Room

Harry frowned at his itchy clothes. Green 'BDUs' according to that old soldier, Jim, John, O'Really or something. He would normally easily remember the guys name if his mind hadn't been so preoccupied with the subject he was currently starring at through a window twenty seven stories underground. As he stood looking into the 'gate room', he contemplated what had occurred over the previous four days.

After being cleared by Dr. Frasier, the General, floppy and O'Really began once again to ask questions about how he ended up on some other planet. In response, Harry had asked how he, and them, had gotten from that planet back to earth. It was shortly after being informed of the device they called a stargate that Harry's mind took off. At first they were frustrated he was no longer paying attention to them until Dr. Frasier's sharp comment about the gate being quite the shock at first turned their annoyance to amusement, especially when they noticed his flummoxed look.

Deciding to give him time to come to terms with this reality, and seeking to look more into whom this "Harry Potter" was, Hammond decided that the rest of Harry's debriefing would take place once more facts about Harry's background were confirmed.

Consequently, he had spent 4 days in this 'SGC' place to find out what he had already begun to suspect. He didn't exist here. Nor did any of the names he gave them. While he did not give away the names of his close friends, he did give the names of several politically well connected witches and wizards thinking that if they didn't exist, his friends probably didn't either.

What continued to surprise Harry was the fact he apparently traveled forward in time. He departed his world on December 23rd, 1997 and here it was the first of July, 1999. So, it was 1999, and he was standing in a base full of people that travel to other worlds as if it's an everyday occurrence.

While under guard at the moment, he was allowed to eat in the commissary, and consequently had the opportunity to over hear quite a few conversations about the adventures these people had. Harry had trouble suppressing the grin as he stared at the gate as an SG team prepared to depart.

After all of his agonizing on what he should do for the rest of his life, despite the fact he had no need to work, he believed he had finally found his calling. The only question now was how to sign up. He knew these people were good people. Using the barest hints of legilimency to scan surface thoughts and gain an idea of the general character of those on base, Harry learned much. He knew these guys were the good guys, but also knew that there were members of both the military and the civilian government that were not so kosher. Members that distinctly remind Harry of people like Scrimgour and Umbridge. He was going to have to be careful to stay off their radar if he was able to join up with the SGC down the line.

Turning at the sound of people entering the room, Harry pulled himself out of his thoughts and made his way to join the group that was beginning to seat themselves at the conference table. The portly man, Harry remembered is named Hammond, took his seat first at the head of the table. He was quickly followed by the O'Really guy and Floppy both dressed in green colored BDUs and the woman, he remembered now was named Sam, adorned in blue BDU's. The last seated was the tall dark-skinned bloke with a bald head and a gold emblem on his forehead. Teal'c, Harry recalled, was what Floppy called a Jaffa and was also dressed in green BDU's however he forwent the upper jacket in favor of a black shirt.

The three men took seats on the opposite side of the table from him, while Sam gave him a brief smile before settling down next to him. After a brief set of introductions to refresh Harry's memory, during which Dr. Frasier arrived taking a seat quietly next to Sam, the meeting started.

"Mr. Potter, thank you for joining us." Hammond began.

"No problem, it's not like I had anything else to do…" Harry replied somewhat sarcastically. At Hammonds' raised eyebrow, and realizing he probably should hold back his wit for the time being, he added, "even if I did, I'd be here anyway…er…sir…"

"Relax, Mr. Potter-"

"Harry, please." Harry asked.

"…Harry." Hammond tried out, and Harry smiled and to the others, he seemed to relax. Hammond continued, "As far as we can tell,…" Hammond paused.

Harry guessed that the general was trying to come up with a way to say it more gently than it sounded, so deciding to help the general out he said simply, "I don't exist…nor do anyone I know personally."

Hammond noded at his assessment, letting Harry's observation settle over the rest of the people at the table.

Daniel coughed slightly to get their attention, and gave a questioning look to Hammond, who noticed what it meant and gave his nod. Daniel began with "now, from what we've told you, we generally explore the galaxy…"

Harry nodded to show he was following.

Sam continued from there, "We have come across some amazing technology on our missions, but one device we found allowed people to…travel between realities."

Harry frowned and thought over what they had just told him. So someone or something in this reality built a portal between realities, which they found. "So, you all believe I come from another reality somewhere out there…."

At their nods, Harry sighed.

Before Hammond could continue Harry jumped in again surprising them all. "Are there any recording devices operating in this room sir?" At there looks of confusion Harry continued, "over the last four days everyone I've met here has shown themselves to be people of principle, however, I know that can't always be the case with those outside this base. I guess what I'm trying to say is that while I've come to trust you, and know you will have to tell your superiors something, what I have to say now is a bit sensitive, and the last thing I want to become is some sick scientists' lab rat which I believe you will do your best to prevent."

At Sam and Daniel's immediate claim they would never allow that to happen, and Jack and Hammond's grim expressions when Harry mentioned the possibility of less than respectable people having some influence, Harry knew he made the right decision trusting this group.

"Harry," Hammond began, "while I'm somewhat surprised of your understanding of the possible political situations occurring outside of the mountain, I can assure you that there are no bugs in this room other than my own data recorder."

Harry, understanding the reasons why a man in the Generals position would want a record of every meeting he held, and reading the truth in his eyes, decided to drop the first bomb that he knew would surprise them. "Well, now that I'm sure no extra ears are listening, I'm afraid I may have omitted some important parts of my last memories." At their penetrating look Harry pressed on. "Just after finishing my newspaper and drink I kind of…" as their looks became more impatient Harry finally continued "precipitated a jump between universes."

At their incredulous stares Harry decided to wait out their response and give them time to digest this piece of news. It was Daniel that finally broke the silence with a single word. "Why?"

As their looks turn from incredulous, and in Jack's case, rather angry at being deceived, to more thoughtful as they processed Daniel's question, Harry pondered how to respond. It was now very clear on their thoughtful faces that they would never consider jumping realities unless the world itself was ending. After considering various ways to start, not wanting to delve too deeply into his own personal history, and wondering not only whether he should reveal the wizarding world but if so how he should go about it. "Fuck it" Harry mumbled before startling them by beginning.

"First, you have to understand that the book I obtained the process from had some very strong warnings regarding the possible differences between various universes." At their confused look Harry elaborated, "the book indicated that there is a chance, however small that certain things would be possible in one and not in another, that the very rules governing one might be different in another."

"That's possible," stated Sam as she pondered his statement, at Hammond's nod she continued, "depending on how divergent the realities are, it's very possible that the conditions necessary for some things won't exist due to a change in events that took place thousands if not millions of years ago. That could account for the non-existence of Harry, his family, and his acquaintances if Harry's reality did in fact diverge at a point that far into the past."

As the rest of the group nodded and accepted Sam's confirmation of his statement Harry hoped they might be more inclined to believe the rest of his reasoning. "It's important that you keep that fact in mind, since this next part is going to be a bit of a stretch for you." At Daniel's encouraging nod, Harry pressed on shifting his gaze toward the center of the table. "You see, there were some born on my world, whether due to genetics or by random chance, that possessed the ability to, with the right tools, directly manipulate the world around them." As they all stared back at him Harry pressed on. "some might call it magic."

At Jack's exclamation of "for cryin out loud, are you going to wave your wand around now," Harry shifted his eyes from the center of the table to the rest of the group. Looking at Jack, Janet and Sam's disbelieving expression, Daniel and Hammond's thoughtful expression, and Teal'cs' raised eyebrow, Harry decided that a more practical demonstration was necessary before he continued. Concentrating briefly Harry held out his hand in a fist before opening it to reveal a baseball sized ball of light hovering just above his palm. It didn't take long for all of there expressions to change. Disbelief turned to astonishment, thoughtful turned surprised and Teal'c's second eyebrow quickly joined the first.

It was Hammond that quickly quieted the rest of his group with a single raised hand. This combined with his thoughtful question confirmed to Harry one of the reasons he had attained such a high rank. "What else is possible with this…ability."

The way Hammond phrased the question indicated to Harry that how he answered this was of almost equal importance to what his answer was. "Well, in all honesty, almost anything with the right tools.."

"Tools?" Daniel interrupted.

At Hammonds nod to continue, Harry proceeded. "Every person with the ability is different, just like every person has different strengths and weaknesses. Most people need what they call a wand to do anything," despite Jack's snort at the use of the word wand, Harry pressed on, "I have the ability and power to do many of the more simple things without a wand which is one of the reasons I made the jump. There are some things that are impossible regardless of how skilled or powerful the user is. Bringing back the dead, creating true love between two people, creating some of the more precious medals and jewels and so forth are just a few examples. More importantly for us now is that I have no idea how or even if my abilities will function normally in this universe."

At their slow nod indicating the beginning of understanding and perhaps just a bit of acceptance of what had been explained so far, Harry continued, "what's important to understand about people with this ability is that they are just as diverse as people without it. Most are average in terms of intelligence and power with a few powerful or extremely intelligent people or conversely, few weakly powered or stupid people at the extremes of the spectrum. Furthermore, about 400 years ago or so, these people made the decision to hide their society from those without the ability, who they called either muggles or mundane. Whether it was fear of their abilities or outright jealousy, those without the ability began to persecute those who had it. That combined with what I believe to be a general fear of the technology being developed by mundane people pushed the 'wizarding' society underground." Getting snorts out of both Sam and Jack from his air quoted wizarding comment, Harry decided to move onto the more important aspect of his answer.

Remembering the gentle giant that first explained the basics of this point to him when he was 11 almost brought a gentle smile to his face, before he remembered smiling at this part of the discussion probably wasn't such a good idea. "Just like people without the ability, not everyone can be considered good or moral. And about 10 years before I was born, a man went about as bad as you could go." His grim expression was shared by those around the table. They had all been confronted with all manner of evil men.

Whether these people were violent, or manipulative, they all understood that people are capable of doing some truly horrific things. Not everyone had a strong enough character to be trusted to wield such abilities wisely, and it was with this thought that all six members of the SGC began to understand Harry's deep concern about dubious people outside of the mountain hearing this briefing. They had no doubts that many of the more notorious people who disagree with the modus operandi of the stargate program would likely kill to be able to control someone with such abilities. That thought brought chills to all of them.

Unaware of the understanding developing between himself and the others in the room Harry continued. "this man, Tom Riddle, fashioned himself a new name and gathered a bunch of like minded followers, forming them into what you would consider a cult. They believed that only certain people deserved the gift, and that those that intermixed with the mundane, either in daily living or in families, didn't deserve to live. They further believed that the mundane should either be eliminated or enslaved to serve them." Seeing Sam, Daniel and Janet's horrified looks, Harry believed they were beginning to understand the significance of the conflict he just left. To be sure though he decided to confirm something. Focusing on Daniel since he's the cultural expert at the table he asked "Did you guys have a large war against a man named Hitler?" at Daniels grim nod Harry sealed his point by indicating "Tom Riddle spouted similar beliefs except the mundane took the place of the Jewish people. Tom and his followers went around recruiting members, and those who disagreed with them, or refused membership were either killed outright or blackmailed to cooperate. Because many of his followers were wealthy and held influential places in society, the Ministry that governed our society was not effective in protecting its citizens. It was only chance, that just after I was born, an accident caused this madman to disappear." Harry, truly wanted to avoid bringing up the whole boy-who-lived rubbish if he could and decided to really gloss over this part of the story if possible. Taking a second to look at the group at the table, Harry could see that Hammond, Jack and Teal'c all notice the lack of details, but appeared to be willing to let it go for the time being.

Feeling a little edgy all of a sudden, Harry decided to get up from the table as he continued the story. "After Tom disappeared, many believed he had died. Or at least that is what the Ministry wanted people to believe" Harry mumbled bitterly, though all heard it. "Those who many knew were loyal supporters were never prosecuted for their crimes." At the group's incredulous looks Harry added, "all it took were a few well placed bribes, and almost anyone willing to admit they were being forced to do something got away with it. Come to think of it…" Harry pondered out loud, "That's probably another reason I made the jump." At their confused looks, Harry pressed forward with a quick, "you'll get it at the end."

"Fast forward about ten years, and that is where I enter this story." Harry continued. Pondering exactly what to include of his life before coming to the final battle, Harry decided to avoid much of the details if he could and to just point out a situation close to his where the man wasn't able to escape. "Here I was, almost 11 years old living with some rather unpleasant mundane relatives when I'm told I had this ability." Their surprise that I was raised outside of that world and not by my parents is apparent on all of their faces with the exception of Teal'c. He was beginning to think achieving any kind of expression from the large warrior would be a task worthy of the marauders.

"I was informed at the time that my parents had died in the previous conflict, and because the rest of my family in that world had already passed on, I was left with my closest blood relatives in the mundane world. I was further surprised that despite my 10 year absence from their world, I had attained some positive fame due to my families actions defending the innocent in the previous war." Deciding he had painted enough of a picture, Harry decided it was time to move to the crux of the matter.

"Over the course of my schooling, it became apparent I was rather powerful. However, it wasn't until I was 13 in my 3rd year of schooling did I first begin to see the 'magical' world for what it was." Despite my grim tone and topic, I was glad that my air quoted magical once again received an amused lip twitch by many in the room. "In the beginning of that year, a mass murder, who was reported to be an inner circle member of Tom Riddle's, escaped from our prison. Many of the creatures that maintained the prison..." despite many raised eyebrows at the use of the word creature Harry continued, wanting to get this part of the story over with, "were dispatched to guard our main school, which I attended, because one of the human prison guards had reported hearing the prisoner mentioning my name. The thing to understand about these creatures is that very few people could defend themselves against them let alone control them on their own.

It wasn't until much later that I began to question the Ministry's real reasoning behind stationing the creatures how they did. You see it quickly became apparent that these creatures had an unhealthy interest in me, and after 2 attacks, which I barely survived; I was able to convince a professor at my school to teach me how to defend myself against them. It wasn't until the end of that year that the most relevant aspect of this foray becomes apparent, you see after coming face to face with this 'mass murder' I discover he is not only my god father, but he was never tried for the crimes he was accused of, and the man who did commit those crimes was still free." Pushing on, Harry concluded his point with a bang, "right after I discovered this, we were all attacked by over a hundred of the guards, which, through sheer dumb luck and more power than I thought I had, I'm able to not only push back, but forcefully remove from the areas surrounding the school."

Despite the signs of interest the others were showing in his tale, Harry himself was quickly tiring of the subject. It was tiring trying to phrase everything in a manner they would be able to both understand and relate to. He had spent the previous two months planning to escape that life, to move on and to start a new one. Realizing he only had a little bit more to go before he could finally be able to move on, he continued. "My god father escaped from the guards and would spend the last two years of his life a fugitive despite eye witness evidence of his innocence being presented to the Ministry; he still never was tried for any crime despite the Ministry's order to execute on site." It was the light of understanding beginning to manifest itself in most of their eyes that made him realize that despite the pain involved in discussing even the most basic aspects of his previous life, they were beginning to understand so it was worth it.

"From then on, the ministry, while they couldn't outright try and imprison me due to my age and reputation, began to slowly begin turning that world against me. It began the next year, with a few well placed words or phrases in a newspaper article here, or there, hinting that I was some kind of an attention seeking brat or some such. Not many believed it at first but there were some. It was at the end of the following year when I witnessed a fellow classmate of mine murdered by the very man the Ministry stated was dead so long ago, that their efforts were stepped up. When I tried to inform them and the world what had happened, they took the opportunity to really turn the world at large against both me and the headmaster of my school, claiming I must be insane, or seeking attention, for clearly spouting gibberish, and that the old headmaster must be around the twist for believing me, since there is no way Tom Riddle could come back from the dead." Harry finished the sentence in a mocking voice, and all present could picture some Kinsey like government official doing everything they could to discredit him despite the truth.

"It was then the Second War started." All could hear the capital letters present in the word War. "It didn't start quickly, since Tom wanted to take advantage of the Ministry's denial of his return. But after a year, Tom was exposed in such a way that even the Ministry could no longer deny. Despite the hostility of not only the ministry but much of the populace, people began to look towards me, a young, powerful person, whose family had a history of protecting them and who had spent the last year doing all he could to warn them. Even the Ministry, despite their various campaigns to make me out as some insane teenager began to hound me for some kind of endorsement of their actions," as Harry pulled his eyes away from the gate, quickly wondering how he made it all the way over here without noticing during his tale, he turned to look back at the slightly unbelieving expressions of those at the table. It was Janet that first voiced what they were all wondering.

"Why would one boy be that important?"

Pondering how to make them see his point Harry answered with a question of his own directed at the one he knows would be able to put it together. "Daniel, you are the expert on various civilizations right?" At Daniels nod, he continued, "Then lets imagine a community within a larger civilization. It's small, about 50,000 people in the British Isles, and three main concerns affect everyone in this society. One is political power. This society relied on a system of government that kept this political power strictly controlled by a small number of families, keeping this control from the greater number of citizens that weren't considered as 'pure' as themselves and their cadet branches. Two is wealth. Regardless of what society it is, wealth can afford its own power." Here they all noded, its easy to understand that wealth opens doors for people who would otherwise be locked out. "Finally, what really differentiates this society from any you have probably studied is the individual's and family's strength in 'magic.'

"Now dark times fall on this society, an extremely powerful individual, along with his followers start killing off entire families who would like nothing more than to just live their life. Their government does very little to protect them because the government is controlled by, in some cases, direct family members of those doing the killing. And more and more people, some who see no other choice, others who secretly revel in the chance to prove their own superiority and some who actually revel in the opportunity to cause others pain, flock to his banner How would others view a powerful individual willing to stand up for them?"

As he gets towards the end of his description, understanding began to dawn in Daniels eyes. Looking at Harry, Daniel's only response was a comment that quickly brings understanding to his friends. "A rallying point, a figure head."

"Exactly" Harry responded. "Just like the darker oriented families and individuals rallied around Tom, more light oriented people began to rally around their own powerful figurehead."

"So you were their rallying point?" Sam asked, with doubt in her voice.

With a small smile Harry quickly responded with an answer that surprised them all. "No, but the old man, who just happened to be the headmaster of my school was the rallying point, and many people, including the man himself due to the training he aided me in considered me his "heir". The man himself was toward the end of his life, and consequently past his prime. He was the man that had not only defeated the Dark Lord before Riddle, but also held back Tom. He was reportedly the only man that Riddle ever truly feared.

About two months ago, after a lot of careful planning on our part, we were able to orchestrate the final battle of the war. We were able to entice Riddle to gather the majority of his followers, and attack a target that we knew of in advance, thanks to a spy we had in his ranks." True understanding began to blossom in Teal'c, Hammond, Jack and Sam's eyes. All four had significant military training and like all officers understood the strategic importance of planning a battle. Knowing both about the attack ahead of time, and the location of the attack provides a significant strategic opportunity for the defenders.

"Over the course of the battle, many died, including the light's previous figurehead, and at the end, I was able to overpower Riddle and defeat him. Thus came the end of the war for the 'wizarding' world for the majority of its population, but not for everyone."

This time, it was Hammond that was the first to understand the qualifier at the end of Harry's last sentence. While the politics that take place during a war can be rather messy, the politics after a war, especially when so many want credit for their success, can be downright brutal. It didn't take him long to leap to the probable conclusion of such wrangling. Especially after hearing about the Ministry's actions prior to this final battle.

"The ministry turned on you once again." Hammond stated. His simple phrase is enough to bring everyone to the point he arrived at seconds before.

Sighing, Harry replied, "I really wasn't all that surprised to be honest." At their incredulous looks at his comment he continued, "You have to understand, it was no secret that I didn't like how corrupt the ministry was, and that, if I had half the chance, I would do all I could to clean it out." That comment got their attention, Harry thought, after seeing their reactions.

"So, because those in the ministry that didn't support Riddle no longer needed me to protect them from him, and fearing losing their job if my popularity continued to rise with my opinions gaining momentum, they did what they always do, cover their own asses." Harry's proud that that particular comment got a snort out of everyone at the table except for Teal'c, who surprised Harry by nodding his head in agreement and offering his first word in Harry's presence, "Indeed."

"It was only a week or so after victory that they started the grumblings," Harry began. "Because both my Godfather, and Father were from old and very wealthy families, I found myself wealthy from not only their fortunes, but from the fortunes I had inherited because of all the death during the war due to in some cases, the most tenuous of blood ties. This of course didn't help since the Ministry that wanted to get rid of me, was now also trying to come up with a plan to confiscate all of my assets, probably to be split between many of the people at the top." At their disbelieving stares, Harry only gave a grim not and commented, "I told you they were greedy."

"The first grumblings were about why I had waiting so long to defeat Riddle, how if I had done it more quickly less people would have died. I can see from your reactions that you understand the significance of this move. Over the course of 3 weeks, people, because then no longer needed me to stand behind, moved from thanking me, to being angry because some loved one or another didn't survive because I didn't finish the war fast enough." Harry said, adding bitterly, "as if it's a 17 year old's job to win a war for an entire society."

Seeing everyone at the table's sad nod, Harry felt that they were beginning to fully understand his reasons for making the jump. "Seeing how things were developing, and that it wouldn't be long before the newspapers were claiming I was a rising dark lord, and knowing that those I trusted would not be enough to protect me from those who either sought money, revenge for the death of their family or to keep or gain political power, I had a choice to make. Fight a revolution with people who were tired of war, against a country that was tired of war, for a populous that could care less how corrupt their leaders were so long as they were left alone, or leave that world using the information I discovered in a book during my training, and hopefully finding a more peaceful life."

Harry could see that despite their understanding his position, Hammond, Jack and Teal'c both believed deep down that he should have stayed to fight. He sure hoped that his next comment improved their opinion of him. "Well, never one to be backed into a corner, wanting to both help my friends and not wanting to live the public life I was destined to live in that world, whether it be as savior or dark lord, I decided to do both." Harry can't help adding on after a moment's pause, "I just couldn't resist sticking it to the ministry, even if I couldn't be there to watch the fallout." Seeing them all perk up at his statement he clarified, "I departed in such a way that it will hopefully shock the world into action, and hopefully spur a bloodless revolution securing a better world for them."

At their inquiring looks he continued with a bit of a grim smile, "everyone is more than happy to tear at their protector so long as he's always there to protect them" and seeing the beginnings of understanding persisted "that, combined with the ministry finding nothing but two silver pieces and a note at the bank, and the land I once owned belonging to other people will not only find itself out of luck, but also exposed. The bankers, kind fellows that they were, agreed to bring the ministry's manipulations to light after it was attempted, which if doesn't spur some kind of public outcry I don't know what will." They were all grinning now, except for Daniel who had a thoughtful frown on his face.

"If that's the case, why did you have to jump, couldn't you have just exposed the scandal?" Daniel asked. As the others looked thoughtful at his point Harry responded, "not really, even if the ministry imprisoned me without trial or even on some trumped up charge or another like they were planning, should the world ever be threatened again in any way, I would still be there in reserve in the general populace's opinion. Since the general populace wasn't under the threat of being imprisoned, and they thought I would always be there, they didn't really care unfortunately."

Surprisingly it was Jack who responded with a grim expression, "All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing."

Teal'c and Hammond both nod gravely, while Sam and Daniel are both surprised at O'Neill's thoughtful comment.

"Edmund Burke" Harry cited, pulling the attention back onto himself, an action which Jack rewards with a small grin and nod. "Despite some little things, it appears the only huge difference between our worlds is the lack of people with my abilities," stated Harry in an effort to move on.

Understanding Harry's reasons for not wanting to dwell on this subject, General Hammond allowed the shift in subject by responding "true, though, if your...community is as well hidden as you indicated, they could still be here."

Thinking about Hammond's thought, Harry responded with a head shake, "I don't think so sir. Thinking that may be the case, a good chuck of the names I gave you would either be known in the mundane world for political reasons, or had up to date mundane paperwork for one reason or another." Harry really didn't want to get into the details of his past world, and thought it best to not add a subject that would no doubt cause much speculation and thought from some of those present, muggleborns.

"In any event Harry," Hammond paused, and after looking at the remaining people at the table received quick if small nods indicating their agreement in what Hammond was about to convey, "after hearing about the reasons behind your...journey, I see no reason why we can't arrange for US residency, provided you will agree to some stipulations in the beginning of course."

Harry nodded his head both in relief at the outcome of the meeting and in excitement of finally being able to settle down and build himself a life here.

"It will take some time for things to become organized, but I don't think too many hurtles are going to be raised." Hammond concluded.

It was Daniel that brought up what Harry was most concerned about now. "What are you going to tell your superiors?"

It was easy to tell by everyone's attentiveness that they were all interested in what Harry's official story would be. As everyone watched, General Hammond turned very thoughtful. After a minute he gave the slightest nod as if coming to some decision.

"I'll update them with mostly what they already know. SG-1 found an unconscious man after a lighting strike while off world, and after bringing him back to the SGC to offer medical attention to a possible ally discovered the man in question was from England in an alternate reality."

It is obvious that this was already reported to everyone up the chain of command, and therefore could not be altered. What came next however was new.

"After regaining his health, and the discovery that no one he knows appears to be in this reality, we discovered he originally fled his original reality through a device he discovered because he was the last of his family and had no hope of surviving the religious oppression and persecution by others of his entire family."

"Religious?" inquired Jack with a bit of a smirk.

Returning Jacks grin with a small one of his own, Hammond replied "Well it is the truth." At their looks of confusion he clarified, "Harry was forced to flee from his world because of others that wished to persecute him because of his values and beliefs in freedom." At their understanding nod Hammond had one last question for Harry.

"You mentioned you were planning the trip, yet you appear to be traveling pretty lightly…" Hammond trailed off, the question apparent on his face.

Responding with a small grin and a little twinkle in his eye Harry pulled out the chain of a necklace and patted it affectionately against his chest. At their looks of confusion he clarified, "This necklace has a special kind of trunk attached to it keyed specifically to me for security that contains all of my possessions, family heirlooms, a bundle or two of British pounds, though they may be considered counterfeit here, and some precious metals and jewels. I wanted to be sure that I had something of value with me that I could sell to help start my new life once I had arrived."

At everyone's nod Hammond commented "we might just have to indicate that your necklace houses some type of alien mass storage device that you used to pack for your trip. I might also add that as a thanks for helping set up your papers, you have agreed to allow Captain Carter to study the device in controlled and supervised conditions." At Harry's thankful smile Hammond finally brought up the last point he had on the agenda. "Dr. Frasier, you indicated you had something to report about Harry's recovery?"

After a quick look towards Harry that half asked permission and half apologized for having to report her findings anyway, and seeing nothing but curiosity in his eyes, she proceeded with her portion of the briefing.

"General, when Harry was initially brought in I supervised his basic test battery."

Harry was still confused, wondering what the "basic test battery" consisted of.

At Harry's continued look of confusion Janet took a second to explain. "Harry, everyone that leaves or comes through the stargate is put through a rather extensive battery of tests for a large number of reasons. Nothing out of the ordinary showed up in your tests, other than a slight electrolyte imbalance, which we believe is due to the lightning strike." Janet informed him. It was her next statement which brought a frown to his face. "I assume from your time here you have heard about the Goa'uld?"

At his nod and comment of "nasty little blighters" Janet continued, "because of the Gou'ld one of the tests everyone received when they return is a cat scan of their neck and skull to ensure no symbiotes are present. While we don't normally spend any time examining a patient's brain functions during the cat scan, a few things did bring several readings to my attention. " It was this statement that got everyone's attention.

Harry, applying what little he could recall from muggle medicine was beginning to understand where she might be going.

"A much larger percentage of Harry's brain was active during the cat scan than is normal." Dr. Frasier stateed.

Gaining back her composure after that bombshell, Sam's the first to ask "How much larger?"

After a moment of consideration and another nod from Harry indicating he both didn't mind them knowing and was also curious of the results, Frasier elaborated. "Normal humans utilize around 10 percent of their brain capacity on average. Einstein was rumored to be between 12 and 13 percent. During Harry's Cat Scan the amount of neural activity was upwards of 42%, and that was when he was unconscious."

If Dr. Frasier's first comment didn't keep everyone's attention for long, the last comment did. With a quiet "Holy Crap," Harry quickly realized his mutterings brought everyone's focus away from the doctor and onto whom the doctor was talking about.

At Sam's impressed and fascinated look, and the other's incredulous stares, Harry responded "Bloody hell, I always suspected I was smart from how quickly I've been picking things up these past couple of years, but I never suspected such a disparity." Seeing that their stares were not abating quickly enough for his comfort, Harry added "can this be one of those things we keep to ourselves? I don't fancy spending the rest of my life as some lab rat doing long division."

His comment had immediate effect. Snapped out of his astonishment, Hammond quickly made a decision. "Dr. Frasier, please destroy all copies of the test, your analysis as well as any blood and tissue samples you have gathered." Hammond ordered. Thinking further on the situation he added, "anything you need to keep for the establishment of a baseline, make sure its properly secured so that only you have access."

Seeing the danger potential should people like the NID get a hold of even Harry's tissue samples, she immediately complied, "Yes sir."

Harry gave Dr. Frasier a thankful nod as she stood up and made her way out of the conference room. As she exited the door, Hammond brought the meeting to a close indicating its best he get Harry's papers started.

It was as Hammond was making his way towards his office door that Harry's comment to SG-1 made him pause as it reaches his ears. "Well, hopefully when my paperwork's sorted out, you lot can tell me how a bloke such as myself might get hired to work at this circus." Chuckling and shaking his head at Harry's comment, Hammond closed his door so he can organize his thoughts before getting the ball rolling.

(A/N: Credit AlexMcpherson for some of the conference room scene. I think its important to give credit where its due. Thanks for the few reviews I've received so far. Its great to both get good feedback and be encouraged by people actually enjoying what they've read.

I know the 10% brain utilization is a myth, but I just couldn't help myself. It will become more important in the future.

Now that the stage is set things should start picking up in the next few chapters. Hope to be able to update again in the next week or so. Ciao.