A/N: Thank you everyone for your response to this story. I had originally planned to post this story after I had completed some of my other ones, but decided to go ahead and post when my USB drive was stolen.
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Jack walked into the briefing room while hiding a yawn behind his hand. "Good morning campers." He sank into his chair and rubbed his palms over his face before leaning back to take a look at those that Daniel had called in for an 'emergency' meeting. I should not have given the space monkey time off to go to the library. D'oh. He took a moment to drag his attention back into reality as he looked at the tired faces of Doctor Elizabeth Weir and the frustrated expression on Sam's face. Someone that he did not see was Daniel. "So…where's Daniel. He woke me up for this."
"I don't know, Sir." Sam was tapping her fingers on the folder she had placed on the table as she spoke.
"Anyone know why he called us in?" Elizabeth asked while pouring herself a cup of coffee.
"Nope." Jack pulled the coffee pot and a cup forward in the hopes that he would be awake soon. "Sam, do you have any ideas?"
"No, Sir. He called me this morning and asked that I run a full background check on someo…"
"Oh good, you are all here." Daniel rushed into the room while holding a notebook and a few folders that he had grabbed from his office on the way to the briefing room.
"Daniel." Jack waited expectantly for an explanation on why they had been called in. "You're back early."
"I met someone." Daniel did not say anything else as he immediately lost himself in his thoughts; he was trying to think of the best way he could explain what was going on. He had spent the entirety of his trip trying to write down everything he could remember about his conversation with Doctor Granger but had failed to give one moments thought on how to explain.
After a moment of silence Jack raised one brow and deadpanned. "Congratulations."
"What? No. I met someone that needs to be on the Atlantis team." Daniel waved his arms in the air as he spoke to everyone at the table.
"Doctor Jackson, the expedition list has been completed and approved already. John Sheppard was the last person that was added and that was only because of the strength of his ATA gene. We are set to dial out in just three weeks. There would be no time to get someone else debriefed and ready to go." Elizabeth spoke softly to the obviously caffeinated doctor that was sitting across the table from her.
"You don't understand. She needs to go…even if it meant changing the date for the dial out attempt. You need her more than you need John Sheppard."
"What?" Jack and Elizabeth both asked at the same time. Both of them confused at what would make Daniel think that they needed someone more than John Sheppard.
"Is this the woman you wanted me to run the background check on?" Sam asked from her seat beside Daniel.
"Yes. Did you get anything?"
"Not really." The irritated tone caught Jacks attention more than the answer itself.
"What do you mean 'not really?' And who is this person that we just have to send through our Stargate?"
Sam started talking before Daniel could get started again. He tended to ramble when he was this excited and caffeinated and he could go on for hours if uninterrupted.
"I got a call at about three in the morning from Daniel asking me to run this background check on one Doctor Hermione Granger. I had probably been running searches on her for about ten or fifteen minuets when I got a call to my personal office from Sir Richard Dearlove."
Jack interrupted her in shock. "Richard Dearlove? Isn't he head of MI6?" He had met the man in passing at some formal event not too long ago where most everyone invited had been briefed about the Stargate and their countries chosen to participate in the Atlantis Expedition.
"Yep." Sam was not surprised at the shocked expressions on Jacks and Elizabeth's faces, but she was shocked to see that Daniel was also shocked by the information. "He asked if I was Doctor Samantha Carter of Stargate Command, and then he wanted to know why I was running a search on Doctor Granger. Apparently her files are watched and he was immediately notified that someone was looking for information on her."
"The hell did you do in England Daniel?" Jack stared at his longtime friend in exasperation. Somehow he always seemed to stir up trouble.
"I did not know that would happen. I met her at the library and we talked for a while." Daniel had a stunned look on his face as he looked at the closed cover of the folder that Sam was still tapping with her fingertips.
Jack sighed and wondered if he had any Tylenol in his desk. "Alright. What did you find out from our friends over at MI6?" Jack just looked over at Sam along with Elizabeth and Daniel. Both he and Elizabeth were just as anxious to find out what was so special about this girl and Daniel wanted to know why she was being watched by MI6.
Sam sighed and began to give her report. "Well, since he knew that I was working for Stargate Command, he deduced that I was checking on her for either a position here or on the Atlantis Expedition. Because of that, he gave me temporary access to her file after he approved it for your security clearance Sir. He stated that we would need to provide him with a list of those outside this room that would eventually need clearance for this file if she chose to work with us in the future."
"What the hell is in that file?" Jack was now looking at the folder as though it contained some sort of alien bug that was going to jump out at him and try to eat his face. Something that he tended to take very seriously.
"Ahem." Sam cleared her throat before she opened the folder so that everyone could see the papers within. Almost every line of the papers was unreadable due to the black lines that covered the reports. Jack, Elizabeth and Daniel just looked at the papers in disbelief for a moment before Sam started to read what she could of the report.
"Hermione Jean Granger was born September 19th, 1979 and is currently twenty-four years old. She has a Doctorate in Chemistry and it is currently estimated that she is able to speak, read or write more than forty-three languages, which was her count in 2001."
"Her parents are John Hugh Granger and Marie Jean Granger nee Applegate. Location is currently unknown as of 1998."
"Are they dead?" Daniel asked softly.
"I don't know. That is literally all the current information there is about her parents. Everything else has been redacted. Well, there is a note in here about their having been dentists at one point, but if they are alive there is no telling where or what they are doing."
"Maybe this is why her file is so redacted?" Elizabeth mused as she took another sip of her coffee. This morning was turning out much more interesting than she thought it was going to be. "it is possible that they worked for the government at some point or needed to go into a witness protection because of something they got involved in."
"Sorry, but no." Sam ignored the looks she was getting as she continued to give her report on Doctor Granger. "Apparently the reason the file is so redacted is because of the terror attacks they were having in Britain a few years ago. She was involved; heavily involved."
"The ones that stopped in 1998?" Jack asked for clarification. "She would have still been a teenager." More than a few leaders around the world had been keeping an eye on the situation in Britain when people had started to turn up murdered with no apparent cause of death again. Tony Blair had advised the other countries that it was the work of a terrorist organization that had operated around a decade earlier and that they were working to contain the issue. Jack had been one of the ones that had given a sigh of relief when Tony Blair had announced to the other nations that the issue had been dealt with.
"Yes. In November of 1998, Hermione Granger was awarded the George Cross for actions of conspicuous courage in circumstances of extreme danger." Silence settled over the room like a blanket. "Sir Richard Dearlove said that it would have been the Victoria Cross had she been military. That is pretty much all I can get on Doctor Granger except that in cases of emergency we should contact the offices of Tony Blair."
"Huh." Was the only sound that Daniel could make at the moment. He was completely shocked at the new information he had about the woman he had been lucky enough to run into.
"Well Daniel." Jack always seemed so calm in the wake of shocking information. "You found us a woman that is apparently a redacted to hell and back hero. We may not have any twenty-four year old George Cross recipients scheduled for the expedition, but I am sure that we have some heroes on the list."
Daniel had to shake himself to get his thoughts back on track. "I actually did not know any of that."
"What makes this girl so special that you want her to go on the expedition?" Elizabeth finally asked. Seriously, sometimes getting information out of SG1 was like pulling teeth.
"Because one of the languages she can speak is Ancient."
"What?" All three of his tablemates yelled at the same time.
"She speaks Ancient."
"Start talking Daniel." Jack was almost growling at the thought that someone may have come across information on the Stargate. It never seemed to fail that there was some kind of odd circumstance that ensured some civilian had a little too much information.
"It was pure chance that I found out. I was sharing a study room with her; which was surprising in its-self as hardly anyone ever bothers using the rooms set aside for ancient languages. I caught a glimpse of her notebook. She was making notes in probably whatever language she was thinking about while writing at the moment. One of those was Ancient. Not only that, but she had a bound book that she was reading that was entirely in Ancient and contained a gate address."
While no one spoke, Daniel could tell that his three companions were not happy with this news.
"After I thought I could speak without scaring her to death, I asked her about the language." Daniel pulled out his notes so that he could tell them what he had learned. "She had more knowledge about the Ancients than I have found the entire time I have been on this team."
"What did she say?" How did she get the book and how was she reading it?" Elizabeth was extremely curious about the woman that Daniel was describing
"It's a long story. Apparently, she went to boarding school when she was eleven and her headmaster realized she had a gift for languages when he found her perusing a book in his personal collection. From what she said, he was the last of a family that had been entrusted with the duty of collecting the knowledge of their ancestors, but no one had been able to read them for generations; they were simply continuing to pass them along. It sounded like he was a direct descendant from the Ancients, who were called the Alteran by the way."
"Alteran." Jack deadpanned. Coffee is not good enough, I need a beer.
"Yes. Anyways, she was able to give me a general history of how the collection came to her. The Alteran or Ancients felt that their knowledge should not be given away, but protected…"
"Sounds familiar." Jack muttered, earning him a glare from the rest of the group. Daniel continued on as though he never said a word.
"So the collections were entrusted to families and they could only pass the collections on legally to another family of collectors. Doctor Granger's Headmaster was the last such person, but when he realized that she could decipher the books, he looked into her family history and found that she was also a descendant of one of these families. I think she said the last name was Dagworth-Granger."
"Hold on. You said that these families that became collectors were direct descendants of the Anc…Alterans? Are you saying that she is Alteran?" Jack was not the only one with an incredulous expression on his face as he asked the question.
"I would be willing to make a promise to never again ask to set foot in Atlantis if she did not have the ATA gene. I am almost positive that she would react just a strongly as John Shepard to the Ancient technology with the exception that she would be able to read what she was looking at."
"Well hell." Jack leaned back in his chair as he tried to process the information that was being shoved into his brain this morning. Having Daniel even suggest that he would be willing to forgo any future attempts at going to Atlantis showed just how sure he was of his theory.
"So…okay…I guess I could see how she would be an asset to the Atlantis Expedition." Elizabeth had turned in her chair to look at the Stargate through. "How well do you think she can translate the language of the Ancients?"
"She reads it like it was her first language. Not only that, but she can actually translate the gate symbols. She…wait…" Daniel opened the folder that he had grabbed from his office and pulled out some of the papers that Jack had been doodling on while he had the Ancient's Repository downloaded into his brain. Jack, Sam and Elizabeth all leaned forward so that they could see what he was pointing at. "This, these little lines of dots and squiggles, she called this first generation symbols and is apparently a precursor to what we see on our gate, which is second generation. I think the first generation had a total of thirty-six symbols and she said that they were mainly mathematical even though they had sounds and meanings associated with each one as well…Oh…I need to tell you what she called the Alteran creation myth."
Jack interrupted here as he could see that Daniel was about to self-combust at any moment. "Hey, take a breath and take us through it. Finnish with the symbols first and then we can have story time." God, he was going to need a whiskey after this meeting.
"Right." Daniel nodded his head. Elizabeth had pulled a note pad out of her bag and was quickly making notes for her own references. "Well, these are first generation, and then we use second generation symbols, which apparently are for use mainly in the Milky Way but can be used with the first generation to refer to other galaxies. She told me that she had a story about an art culture that was in the Fornax Galaxy and that would have used both generations of symbols." Daniel ignored the wide eyed stares and the sputtering that occurred when he mentioned other worlds and galaxies. "She also had a list of a third generation of symbols that would be added for use primarily in the Pegasus Galaxy and those closest to that area. Here, this is a model of the Local Galactic Group that I printed of the internet this morning. This is how she broke down the usage of the three generations."
"Pegasus. As in where you think Atlantis is?" Sam could see Jack wince as she asked this question. She knew what he was thinking and what he would probably ask next.
"Exactly."
Jack only looked at the picture for a moment before he asked his next question. "Do you think she already knows about the Stargate?" He could feel a spectacular migraine forming as he asked; he could just feel it in his gut that he was not going to like the answer.
"I think it is more than likely that she has read about them and how they work. She already has books telling her about the astria porta and how it can take you to other worlds. Not only that, but she also had a book written in Goa'uld about the fall of Apep and the rise of his successor Apophis, which she could read. She refered to them as evil gits that set themselves up as gods and wanted people to worship at their feet. I think she was doing the same thing that we do when talking to others. Try our best to keep the information as vague as possible while not lying to a degree that it is obvious to those listening. Everything she told me was about stories that were written like modern day fiction and she acted as though she believed they were just that...fiction."
The room once again fell into heavy silence. Sam eventually decided to break the silence since she was now kind of glad that this woman was causing everyone frustration instead of just her. "At least we know that she won't be too surprised when she is asked to sign a non-disclosure agreement."
"Hell." Jack just started to rub his temples as he thought about the amount of paperwork this was going to generate.
"Well, I have to say that if what Doctor Jackson has said is true, she would be a great asset to the expedition. Both for the languages she can speak and for the work in Chemistry. None of the scientist we currently have on the list actually specializes in Chemistry but some have experience in the field."
Jack groaned before pushing his chair back and standing. "I guess will go call Agent Dearlove and see if we can get this ball rolling." Jack reached over and gathered the paperwork that they currently had on Doctor Granger.
"Sir, you need to call the office of Tony Blair. Dearlove said that he would let the Prime Minister know that you would be calling." Sam spoke quickly so that Jack would hear her before he disappeared into his office.
"Oh hell." Was the last thing that they heard before the door to Jacks office closed.
Hermione frowned as she listened to the voice message that had been left in her voicemail while she had been taking a shower and getting ready for her day. Tony Blair, the Prime Minister that had helped her out when she decided to cut most of her ties with the Magical world had called to let her know that she would be receiving visitors and that they had provisional clearance to hear about the Magical world. Meaning that she could tell them about the Magical world but that she could not use her wand around any of the people that were coming to talk to her. Would not want to get the Aurors involved after all.
It was Tony Blair that fought for her to receive recognition for her participation in ending the reign of terror that Tom Riddle had started. He also made it abundantly clear to the Ministry of Magic and to Kingsley when they had spoken, that Hermione would not be giving up her wand, being Obliviated of her knowledge of the Magical world, nor would she be required to do anything for the Magical world if it was not her choice to do so. Tony Blair and the people that worked in his offices had been a great asset to Hermione after the war had ended.
To say that she had been disappointed in the Wizarding world after Voldemort had been defeated would be an understatement. She had expected things to get better, but unfortunately things stayed pretty much the same. In some aspects they were worse as she could no longer say that the Wizarding world was arse-backwards because of the Death Eaters pushing their pureblood crap.
She had been heartbroken when the people she had fought side by side with had told her that 'it's just the way things are' as all the pure-bloods and half-bloods received their Orders of Merlins. There had been an old law that stated that those born of muggles were unfit to receive the Order, and it apparently couldn't be changed nor could any of the bigoted laws that had been made by the Death Eaters be changed without a unanimous decision from the Wizengamot. It was this odd experience, the out-right refusal to change such an outdated and bigoted law, that had finally opened her eyes to what she could look forward to if she stayed within the Wizarding world.
Luckily for her, she had kept up with her muggle education and she could easily attend University. It had been fairly easy to keep up with the muggle subjects since she had already been advanced through several grades when she had received her letter of acceptance to Hogwarts. Since she was able to find gainful employment in the muggle world while continuing her education, she had decided that she would live in the muggle world and find something that would give her a sense of accomplishment. Something that was even more important to her when she realized that the laws keeping those that were muggle-born from advancing too far within the Ministry.
This decision had caused even more trouble for her though. Apparently, Ron had been under the completely moronic impression that she would be marrying him and staying at home to raise their many children like his mother had done. They had kissed once and that was in a situation that Hermione maintained was extremely stressful, which had led to questionable decisions on her part. Seriously, a messy kiss in the Chamber of Secrets was in no way romantic and they would have killed each other before they got married.
With her refusal to be his stay at home baby maker, cook and maid; Molly had decided that Hermione was an upstart that was worse that Fleur. No longer was she to be welcomed at the table of Molly Weasley. With Molly accusing her of being less than a woman for not wanting to increase the size of the Weasley family and Ron constantly telling her that she would be back because he was the best that she could hope for, Hermione had been sure that nothing could get worse.
She had been wrong.
Ginny had apparently been upset about all the 'free time' that Harry and Hermione had spent together and alone on their 'romantic' camping trip and had therefore started to try and keep Harry from spending anytime with the female third of the trio. Harry, having always been desperate for family, had started to pull away from the girl that had been his best friend and stuck by him when Ron had deserted him in the effort of keeping his soon-to-be family happy.
While all this was going on, the Ministry had decided that they were not happy with the fact that Hermione was planning on getting a higher muggle education and getting a job in the muggle world. She had been the brightest witch of her age and, blood status aside, they needed her brain to help make the Magical world a better place for those with the breading to make use of the knowledge she had.
She had never been more grateful as she had been when Tony Blair had stepped in and put the weight of the Muggle government behind her. She was not sure how he had even found out what was going on to the degree that he had, but he had been furious about the way she and the other muggleborns had been treated.
With the treat of being exposed and the possibility of yet another war, this time with the muggle world who outnumbered them and pretty much ensured that their precious Statute of Secrecy was upheld (and boy were they surprised at how much information the muggle government was suppressing and how little their obviators actually covered,) the Ministry decided that maybe it was better to let Hermione Granger do as she wished. She was not positive, but she was pretty sure that they had the same impression that Ron did; she would soon come crawling back as the muggle world had nothing on the Magical world. She really hoped that they held their breath.
Hermione had felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders and it did not take her long to earn her Chemistry degree. With an angry and helpful Prime Minister behind her, she was able to live in the muggle world while visiting the Magical world when she needed. Since she had access to the Magical world, she had paid her fines to the Goblins from the damage they had caused in their hunt for the Horcruxes and had finally found out about the rest of her inheritance. She had been livid when she found out that the Ministry had been trying to block the rest of her inheritance. they had thought that by giving her the children's book, that she would never ask the Goblins about the rest of Dumbledore will. Thankfully, Hermione was a book worm and had read about the process for inheritances while at Hogwarts. Anyone that received a personal item was then expected to present themselves to the Goblins to see if there was anything else that had been left to them. It was an old and outdated law, but the Wizarding world was also old and outdated.
Because the inheritance from Dumbledore was locked safely in one of Gringotts most secure vaults, Hermione would never have to worry about someone trying to take the knowledge she had been entrusted with unless they proved to the Goblins that they were a descendant of one of the families that had originally been chosen. The Ministry only knew that Hermione had claimed the inheritance but knew nothing about what it was. They mostly assumed that it was just money because Dumbledore had left a lot of his personal library to Hogwarts. None of the magical families would ever actually request yo be tested for lost inheritances since they all thought they knew everything about their history. The muggleborn would never think to ask because they would never be told that it was possible for them to have a Magical Heritage. It was for this reason that she had given so much information to Doctor Daniel Jackson when she met him at the library. The chances of him actually connecting her with Magic was just as likely as her actually visiting one of the places mentioned in her books.
Considering how little time she spent using her Magic or in the Magical world, she really had not thought about the consequences of her actions until after she had left the Library, but even then she did not think that anything would come of it. She had kept most of it theoretical so that he would not think that she was absolutely nuts or want to run experiments on her because she was a descendant of people who wrote about traveling around the Universe like they were taking a walk around the park; and since the Magical world had no idea about their origins or where their Magic came from or what it was she did not have to worry about the Statue of Secrecy. It is not like they would believe her either if she had told them what she now knew about their history as they were completely devoted to believing that they already had all the important knowledge and that technology was evil or something equally ridiculous. She thought surely though, that having talked to a muggle about the Alteran could not possibly bite her in the butt. The chances of him actually connecting her with Magic was just as likely as her actually visiting one of the places mentioned in her books.
So why was the offices of Tony Blair calling her to tell her that there were some people coming to see her and that they had been given provisional clearance for basic information on the Magical world?
A knock at the door caused her to jump in place as she sat her cell phone down. Walking over to the door and taking a deep breath before she pulled it open she found three people standing on her doorstep. One was a lovely brown haired woman that was smiling gently at her. Another was a slightly older gentleman in a US Air-force uniform. Hermione blinked as he looked at her with a look that just screamed that she had given him a headache. (She had not seen that expression since she had been a student of Severus Snape.) And the last person on her doorstep was none other than a slightly hyper looking Daniel Jackson.
Hermione just sighed and muttered under her breath. "Inferni cruenta."