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Chapter Three
If the sudden departure of SG1 and the disappearance shocked the witches and wizards into almost silence, then Bellatrix's words caused them to be thunderstruck. There was not any time to recover either, as SG1 returned to the room in what Nymphadora Tonks, and Bellatrix Lestrange simultaneously remarked was record time for a complete outfit change.
"Hello, I am Dr. Daniel Jackson," the optimistic younger muggle began, "We are about to make something explode, so if you could all move three feet to your rear, that would be great." The mixed group of light and dark magic-users did not have a choice as both he and the larger, black muggle literally herded them backwards. It was difficult moving the older wizard, as he was still disoriented from his trip through the veil and landing on his head.
The transparent wall around the arch expanded around the room, pushing the wizards back even further, until they were against the wall. They watched with interest as the older muggle and the blond woman, who the three fully adult wizards were certain they knew, placed what looked like little boxes wrapped in paper at the weakest points of the artifact. They connected the boxes with a cord, and then moved over to where the wizards had been pushed. The older muggle stepped through the wall, and the blond woman flipped a red switch on yet another box.
The explosion ripped throughout the shield, larger than it was supposed to. Samantha barely had time to raise a wand-less shield. Since it was so hastily raised, coupled with the dampener Thor had placed on the room; the shield failed after several large pieces of the arch struck it. Unfortunately, this allowed an even larger piece to hit her head. She stumbled backwards towards the young wizard, allowing him to grab her arm as it passed through the wall. Her last words before she passed out caused more questions than answers, "Nice catch, James. "
Bellatrix took the woman from the shocked boy and lowered her to the floor. As they watched, Samantha's hair turned from blond to black, her facial features sharpened to look more like a female version of the young man's. Bellatrix gasped as she recognized her, a woman she had thought dead. Killed for betraying the Dark Lord, or so she had been told. She made eye contact with the boy across from her. "It turns out, Harry Potter," she began, her voice quivering slightly, "That you are not the last Potter after all."
She moved to allow Andromeda to examine Samantha. Harry turned to the older man, who was stumbling towards the fallen woman, "Sirius?" he queried, "what does she mean?" before the man could answer, Samantha's team surrounded her. "Only the one she identified as a healer comes anywhere near Carter," the older man barked.
"Who are you to make such a decision, Muggle?" Bellatrix asked, her eyes beginning to glint dangerously. The insanity had left them by this point, had left her mind. For the first time since her aunt had punished her by marrying her to Lestrange, Bellatrix had full use of her mind. This did not make her less dangerous, as her sister well knew. Andromeda looked at her baby sister, "Bella, he is in charge here. That is obvious," she changed her line of sight to the man, "I need to be able to use magic to heal her, Muggle, I cannot break through your friends dampening field. I am not as strong as Samantha."
"My name is Colonel Jack O'Neill, not Muggle. " Jack responded, less harshly, "Thor, let them use their magic." The release of the field was profoundly tangible to the gathered wizards, as their wands emitted sparks of various colors. "Now," Jack addressed Andromeda, "heal her but leave her unconscious. I have questions that I want answered."
"Why don't you ask her, then?"
"Nymphadora, was it?"
"I prefer my surname, Tonks. I don't care how she knew my name, please only call me Tonks." The pink-haired woman responded pleasantly, but with the same glint that had been in her aunt's eyes earlier. Jack nodded, "I cannot ask Carter because if I don't already know, she wont tell me now. We have been on the same team, living in each other's pockets for four years. She hasn't told us about this yet, so I have to assume she wont."
"What is there for her to tell you?" Harry said, phrasing it as a question, but Jack and Daniel could tell it was not. "Is she not entitled to her privacy?"
"She is," Daniel responded diplomatically, "but we need to know how to identify her if something happens, and her appearance just changed. I have never seen that happen before."
"Samantha," Andromeda began, "is a Metamorphmagus. The first born into her family line. She can change her appearance at will. Unconsciousness did not cause her morph to fail; she must have magically exhausted herself. Casting through that dampening field would have required more magical power than Dumbledore or Voldemort could even muster. The last time I saw her, she had barely enough power to do it. That was 16 years ago, when as the Scion of House Potter she oversaw the creation of a marriage contract. The negotiations were between family Tonks, House Potter, and House Black. It was the only way to stop a feud between House Black and House Potter. We betrothed my three-year-old daughter to the son of the Potter's Gryffindor, three month old Harry Potter."