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AN: I've used a bit of Torchwood in this chapter, it not really x-over, since I'm not really planned to add anything else in the future. I just need an agency dealing with alien for this chapter (Men in Black is not possible, it's an USA agency). Yes, Anath is not like Egeria, she's Goa'uld, an insane goddess if you've read about her mythology. The story is dark.

I would like to super thanks, Riddle Master 101 for reedited the chapter and hobbitdoitbetter who is previously beta-ed the chapter.

Thanks for reviews and supports.

This may help with the confusion.

"…speech…"

'…thoughts…'

Chapter 2: Harry Potter's Day

London was buzzing. The tourists' high season had starting over two months ago and the amount of cameras' flashing had begun to irritate some of the locals. Although, today's good weather made the season more bearable. Many locals were walking about, smiling, it was noon and the streets, restaurants and shops were filling with peoples. It would have been another perfectly a normal day if not for an alien walking among them.

Anath mingled within the crowd, trying to lose those humans that had been following her. They were seems to be bolder today and closing in onto her. She not sure what had happened but for the last month or so they had been trailing after her.

She had landed in Wales, on the coast of England, and that was where the spaceship was presently is hidden. She had travelled around, adjusting and understanding the new Tau'ri. That was how she had picked her "stalkers," up.

She was very curious and wondering The Tau'ri was completely different than those she had remembered. They were independent, assertive and even sometimes aggressive individuals. She concluded that the changes may have resulted from the Tau'ri burying the Stargate and the lack of Goa'uld interference, which had allowed them to advance in technology.

She ducked into a doorway, trying to give her pursuers the slip. She would have attacked her stalkers but she was enjoying watching the Tau'ri from a distance and a frontal assault would probably get her too much attention. The whole thing was more trouble than it was worth, especially since she would have to stay in hiding until she could make her way to the Stargate. That was across the sea, far away in a place called "America." She would hardly make it there if she gained too much attention.

So she ignored her pursuers and walked the streets, listening to the conversations. During her time-travelling, Anath spent a lot of time reading, updating her knowledge of the Tau'ri's history. It seemed that the Goa'uld influences had become a mythology. This was a bittersweet knowledge. Her people were now only ghosts, memories to those who had once worshipped them. She wondered who they worshipped now. The Tau'ri was divided and easy to conquer but she suspected they would never accept her people as gods again. She pondered how much things had changed as she browsed through a tea shop, enjoying the scents. She was sniffing a particularly lovely brew when she realised that a gun was pointing directly at her heart.

Anath was shocked.

It was unbelievable that they would attack her in this crowd. Her eyes glowed angrily at their insolence. 'How dare they!' She prepared to fight and then she felt a sensation go through her body. Suddenly she fell to the ground. She could feel her mind shutting down like a computer program. She tried to bring up her defences to the fore but it didn't work. She just fell deeper into the coma.

Her last thought was: someone is going to pay for this.

[Break]

August 1991

Harry Potter was counting the days until 1st September, when he got to see Hagrid again. However, no matter what he did, it was still ten days to go.

"Mum, you promised." Dudley yelled and slammed the kitchen door, pushing Harry (who was dusting the cupboard) aside.

Aunty Petunia immediately snatched the door open and followed Dudley while Harry tried not to get squashed. The scenario was not new to him and he already knew the outcome, Dudley always won.

Harry went to the children's book where he kept his money. He had earned it by helping out an old lady near his school. It was pitiful pay, barely five pounds, but it was better than nothing. He would able get some lollies today. He could spend it on whatever he liked and the Dursley's couldn't say anything about it. It was enough until he could get his hands on his parents' money. If, of course, they brought him out to spend it.

He walked into the living room and waited. He watched the clock ticking, Dudley and Petunia arrived five minutes later, just as he's known they would.

Petunia blinked at him. "Oh, there you are."

Harry tried his best to look innocent nevertheless his aunty still gave him a dirty look. Petunia was about to comment about his abnormal habits but she decided it would be better to get to the point before her husband got home.

"We're going to shopping for Dudley. He needs a few things for his new school," she sniffed. "Mrs. Figg has informed me that she is out today and not able to babysit you, so you'll be coming with us."

Harry nodded and strode to the garage where Dudley already waited in the car, sulking. 'The pout did not really suit him', Harry thought, but what expression did? However he was grateful for the bratty sulk as it made the journey relatively peaceful. The journey engrossed him and he found that they had arrived earlier than expected. The Dursleys left him at the shopping entrance and instructed him to wait for them there. Harry nodded vigorously to all the demands, hoping it would get rid of them faster. Finally alone, his stomach rumbled and he realised that he would have to get lunch. He smiled at the pleasant thought as he'd never gotten lunch for himself before.

Harry's nose led him to the food hall, but he was not used to being near strangers. He began to panic, retracing his steps, but his stomach won. He'd had a little dinner last night and the food court aroma had increased his hunger.

'I could do with a hamburger', he thought. He almost fainted at the memory of the taste. Harry had never had the whole burger for himself. The very thought he could afford one now made his stomach insist on being satisfied.

Harry searched the food hall until he found a burger stand. He stood waiting in the queue, imagining the taste of the burger. Suddenly someone fell on him, squashing him. Harry was sure no one would see him fall given how small he was in comparison to the person on top of him. Harry was smart enough to staying still and hopes someone would shift the body above him. He concentrated on the noise around him. The place was in chaos, but surely someone would see him?

He could make out some voices nearby.

"Oh!..."

"Someone's fainted."

"Oii are you OK?"

"Hey, have you a mobile there..?"

"It's OK, my husband is calling an ambulance…"

"Don't touch…"

"I'm a doctor, please move aside."

"You heard him, please clear the area."

"Did her eyes…"

There is a dead silence around them.

And suddenly BANG! BANG! BANG!

Harry was shocked when the above body began to budge and then stopped. He heard screams, footsteps running and then things getting quiet. However, he suddenly felt jolt of pain and immediately his body seem to get a life of its own. He pushed the body above him aside and was astonished that it moved as if weightless. His body automatically leaned into the other body; his fingers touched off something, maybe a belt button, and then to his astonishment the body disappeared.

Harry was disappointed. He would have liked to have seen what the other body looked like. He was not sure how but his body seemed to be back under his control once more. Maybe he was just really famished and had lost comprehension of his actions? He looked around and saw two other bodies lying nearby. He approached them but abruptly something flared in his mind, stopping his movements completely. He could only think one word, 'ESCAPE'.

Harry knew danger was coming. It was the same feeling as when Dudley played "Harry hunting." He started running as fast as he could and finally, losing himself in the crowd. He was almost in the middle of a sea of shoppers when a hand spun him around. He heart almost stopped beating. His eyes widened as a middle-aged man in a black suit glared down at him. Another man was still gripping his arm and Harry felt his eyes watering. "Hey lad, why are you here by yourself?"

Again he felt that thrill that had warned him danger was near. Harry decided to play for time, answering helplessly like any other child his age when away from their guardian. "I'm not sure. I was with my aunt…she's somewhere. Could you please help me mister?"

The middle-aged man looked unconvinced. "Did you see…" he began, but his partner interrupted him.

"Leave the boy alone, he's small and easy is leaving behind. We have our job to do." The man dropped his arm instantly and Harry felt the sense of threat evaporate. He waited for a moment; letting them disappear around the corner before he relaxed. Harry wasn't sure why, but he lips curved into a smirk as if he had enjoyed playing with them. He was almost sad they were gone. That's not like me, he sighed, wondering what had gotten into him.

Harry's decided not rejoined the crowd but concealing himself nears the toilets. Something told him this wasn't over. He didn't have to wait long, soon the two men reappeared. He decided to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Is the premises secured?" one man snapped.

"Yes sir, the guards have Amnesia Pills ready as well."

"Good, have London headquarters get in touch if there's anything else."

The other man shook his head. "I doubt they will. We're following standard procedure…"

The conversation was cut off when they had passed him. Harry did not like of the sound of that at all, and he decided to follow them. They had gone through the emergency exit and he would have to follow them.

"Now, how in Merlin's name am I going to open this door?" He swore softly beneath his breath. He touched the door and gave a little push, not really expecting it to open. To his great surprise it did. Harry found his way to the car-park, to where his aunt Petunia's car was and waited there. He saw people milling about, getting into their cars as well. Harry waited for the Dursleys. They looked in a bit daze and said something about a gas leak in the shopping centre. Harry was relieved as they had driven safely home. He did not want to question himself about what had happened. It was enough that he was alright now.

He passed the rest of the day quietly, doing his normal chores and counting the days before Hogwarts. Sometimes, he felt as if someone was observing him quietly nearby. He pulled the blankets over his body; he was not cold but he needed the sensation of being wrapped in warmth, protected. It was not long before Harry lost in land of Morpheus.

TBC...

Publish Date: 11/09/09

Update Date: 22/09/10