"Talking"
'Thinking'
"Symbiote Talking"
'Symbiote Thinking'
-(Scene Change)-
A/N: And Chapter 4. About Jacob, He still holds his main morals strong. He still cares about Earth and he loves his daughter. That doesn't mean he didn't have his faults. Even before the blending, he had a lot of pride and he didn't seemed to concerned about how his actions effected people. Remember when he told Sam he had cancer, every time Sam wanted to make sure he was okay he just told her to go away. Jacob won't be a bad person in this fic, but he isn't going to be a saint either.
For those of you who ask questions about the story, sorry I probably won't be able to get back to you. I don't have a ton of time to write and I figured I would be better off continuing the story than writing responses to questions. This will be the last chapter for at least a month or so, I'm gonna be gone on vacation so no chapter for awhile, sorry. I'll try to see what I can do, but I don't think I'll be able to write much of anything,
Chapter 4 : The Truth Revealed
-(October 24th 1998 | Location: SGC)-
"Why am I here again?" Harry asked as he and Sam descended down an elevator. He really didn't understand why he was currently underneath Cheyenne Moutain, home of NORAD. At least, that's what he thought was housed here. "Don't tell me its bring your friend to work day" he said sarcastically. Now, Harry wasn't normally a very sarcastic person, but it was six o'clock in the morning and he hadn't even had the chance to have his daily cup(s) of coffee. Half an hour ago Sam had come knocking on his door and then dragged him to her workplace. He felt he was rather justified to be a bit irritable.
"I thought you wanted to see where I worked." Sam replied with a raised eyebrow, looking at her friend.
"Not at six in the morning." Harry groaned as he closed his eyes. "I haven't even had any coffee today" he whined.
"Don't be a baby" Sam said, rolling her eyes. "I swear, you can't go one morning without coffee, softie." she teased.
"Some of us have refined taste" Harry huffed as he peered down his nose at Sam. "Unlike some unnamed uncivilized peasants" he said in jest, looking at Sam dismissively.
Sam gave a snort as she held in her laughter. "You still need to work on your English pompous act." she said with eyes full of mirth. "It's still not good enough to fool anybody. The fact that it looks like you're trying to not laugh really hurts it"
Harry could only sigh. "I try you know" he said with a small frown. "There are so many stereotypes for me to try an imitate. It's quite amusing to perpetuate all the things people say about us Brits."
"Says the guy who drinks coffee by the gallon-full" Sam replied, rolling her eyes as they neared a door to a conference room. "So much for the English and their tea obsession."
"I like tea just fine." Harry said indignantly, glaring at the blond. "Coffee is just so much better. Good coffee anyway."
"Sure, sure" Sam replied with a smirk as she started to open a door they had stopped in-front of. "Now remember, be polite."
"Sure, sure" Harry responded as he waved her off. "So I take it no telling any embarrassing tales then.?" he questioned innocently. "I wonder what your co-workers would say if they heard about that incident with the paint and the feathers" he trailed off, smiling as he saw her face turn ashen.
"We agreed to never talk about that again" she hissed with narrowed eyes. She shuddered to think what Jack would say if he heard about that. She would never hear the end of it, from him or Daniel.
"Okay, okay" Harry said with a chuckle. "Don't worry, I'll be on my best behavior."
Sam could only sigh, she had a bad feeling about this meeting. The ides of aliens, and wormholes was going to be a lot to take in for her friend.
As Sam opened the door, Harry felt his eyebrows raised as he saw who was in the room. Now, he may not know the most about the military, but even he knew the markings of a General. You would have to be an idiot not to.
He looked fairly old, maybe in his sixties or so. He was bald and more than a little overweight wearing a blue uniform. Off to the mans side were three more people, an older looking grey haired man, a brown haired man with glasses, and a bald, African American looking man with some funky goldf...thing on his forehead. They were all sitting around a rectangular table with the General on one end and the others on the sides.
"Mr Potter" the General greeted with a nod as Sam walked over next to the gray haired man and sat down. "Please" he said, motioning towards a seat across from him, "take a seat son."
Warily, Harry did so as his nerves skyrocketed.
'What the bloody hell do they want from me?' he asked himself. It wasn't everyday you met with high ranking military officers, let alone some who wanted to see him personally. He idly wondered if he did anything illegal before dismissing the thought.
Once he was seated, several really uncomfortable seconds passed by while they all just seemed to look at eachother. Nobody seemed willing to say anything. If the situation wasn't so tense he might have laughed at it.
"So..." Harry trailed off, looking at the assembled people. "It's a pleasure to finally meet all of you, Sam has told me stories."
"Has she now?" the gray haired one asked with raised eyebrows. He was Jack O'Niell if Sam's description was correct. He was the only one of her co-workers who she would actually tell him about. "Nothing bad right?"
"Well" Harry began, a small smile forming. "Define bad. Horribly embarrassing perhaps would be a better word."
As he said this, Jack's head whipped around to look at Sam. "Really Carter?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Talking behind your superior's back are you?" He asked, thought Harry was able to see it was in friendly jest.
Sam gave Harry a quick glare before sitting up straight as she heard the General clear his throat.
"You two can sort out your problems on your own time" Hammond said, looking at the two officers for a second to send the message across. "Now, Mr Potter" he said, changing his focus to the black haired teen in front of him. "I'm sure you would like an explanation to your presence here."
"It would be nice" Harry said politely with a slight nod of his head. The answer was a bit curt, but they were the ones who requested the meeting, at this hour none the less.
"Before I can tell you anything however, I need you to sign this non-disclosure agreement. It basicly says that you will not disclose the information you are about to hear to anyone, nor any information about this program."
At this Harry narrowed his eyes at the general. Now, this was fishy, beyond fishy. He didn't like being backed in a corner and told what to do, he got enough of that with the Dursley's and at Hogwarts. After growing up without any freedom, the idea of giving it up was terrible.
"If this program is as secret as I think it is." Harry began, mulling over his words carefully. "Then you don't have any reason to tell me this unless I already know about it, at least somewhat." he said noticing the fidgeting of the brown haired man in glasses and taking it as a sign of being correct..
"I'm afraid I cannot tell you anything until the form is signed Mr Potter." Hammond said, leveling a small glare at the teen.
"So you want me to not spill anything that I already know huh?" Harry answered, annoyed. "That's a pretty big expectation General."
"It will be worth it, I assure you Mr Potter. I promise, you'll never see the universe the same way." the General said, throwing out a little bit on information to try to entice the young man.
"I'll never see the universe the same" Harry echoed, brows furrowed in thought. Then, a sudden thought came to mind, two words that he had read in an old Potter book. As those words came to mind, everything he had learned over the last few months came into place. "Oh my god" Harry said softly, his eyes widening. "Astris Portis."
At those words Daniel's eyes widened about as far as they went and he went into a coughing fit.
"Doctor" Hammond said as he noticed that Harry had seemed to zone out, his eyes unfocused.
"It was just the words he said." Daniel said, calming himself down a bit. "It seemed like it Latin, and it roughly means "star portal."
"Latin?" Sam questioned, not bothered by the fact that Harry had identified just what they were doing. She really wasn't surprised by anything by him anymore. "Does that hold any significance?" she asked.
"I don't think so" Daniel replied, thinking. "Wait" he said, eyes widening once again. "I think it does." he said, almost not liking where his train of thought was taking him.
"Well." Hammond said, noticing that Harry still seemed to be out of it. It was quite strange, but he wasn't going to complain. "Feel free to enlighten the rest of us Doctor."
"Well" Daniel replied, biting the bottom of his lip in nervousness. "Its just a theory but as you know, the Romans were the first to speak Latin. Now, the Romans were also the first ones to build roads and they were taught by people known as the ''Ancient Ones.""
"I don't get where your getting with this doctor." Hammond said.
"Road-builders...the Stargate" Daniel supplied.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Sam said, incredulous. "You think Astris Portis is what the stargate is actually named?"
"It makes sense." Daniel replied, looking at her. "We know the Goa'uld don't have the technology to create the stargate and you said that Harry's house had writing identical to that found in the meeting-room. Since we can infer that all those species, one of the being the Asgard were once allies, it makes sense that one of them were responsible for creating the stargate. The Asgard were known to interfere with Earth, so why not another race.?"
While this brainstorming was going on, Harry himself was undergoing his own eyeopening experience himself.
'Where am I?' he thought as he stared at the great expanse of white that engulfed him. Suddenly, in a flash of light, images and sounds flooded into his head.
"Lily go, just go, I'll hold him off." a male voice rang out.
"No, not Harry, kill me instead!" A female voice sobbed in despair.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" A voice roared as a flash of green light entered his vision, and overcame him.
Harry bit back tears as the scene played out in-front of him. No matter how many times he experienced it via dememtors it still tore at his soul.
He felt the stink of death that the killing curse was filled with. He felt it start to squeeze him, constricting his very soul. However, as he felt the battle become lost, he saw white once again.
The next thing he saw were people, many people surrounding his infant body. They all radiated a sense of power and a field of security. Around them, he felt safe and at ease.
As one, all of them lifted their hands and sent tendrils of light at his infant self. They wrapped around them, and on contact Harry could feel the power of the killing curse unravel.
Once the scene had played out, the whiteness vanished and was replaced with nothingness. Then, as if called, a white flash appeared in front of him and slowly condensed to reveal a middle aged looking women with blond hair.
As he caught sight of the women, a name suddenly popped in his head. "You are Oma" he said, more as a statement than an actual question
As she heard this, the women smiled, it was a smile of love, and one of pride. "Indeed I am Harry" she said softly. "We didn't think you would advance to his level so quickly," she said, betraying the surprise of herself and the others had felt when they had felt his mind beginning to join them. "You still have much to do Harry." she informed with a gentle smile.
"What is happening to me?" Harry asked in a frustrated tone. "I don't know what to do!"
Oma just gave the child in front of her a sad expression. "You have a bright future ahead of you Harry. Your destiny is far greater than you can ever imagine. It is for this reason that you fought so hard against the killing curse, and it is because of this that you fight with all your power to not ascend. Mentally, you have no idea what is happening to you, of your legacy, but your soul fights with power rarely seen elsewhere.
"Ascend, what are you talking about?" he blurted out, half in anger and half in frustration.
"It is the shedding of physical form to attain a higher level of being. To be able to accomplish such a feat as in infant shocked many among us ascended beings Harry. If it weren't for the insane strength of self even as an infant, you would have joined us all those years ago"
"B-But I didn't do anything!" Harry shouted. "I am nobody, I can't do anything. Even what I know now isn't my own doing"
Oma could only look at him with pity. "Do not say such things Harry." she said seriously. "Your destiny is tied into that of the very universe itself. Your knowledge is yours by right, the right of the Alteran people, your people and your family. It is up to you to grasp the knowledge and your destiny. Will you, are you willing to stop hiding who you are?" she asked, as she extended her hand to him. The meaning was obvious.
Tentatively reaching out as images of his parents smiling happily at him, telling him how he would become a great man, he took hold of her hand and gasped as things flooded into his mind. The Alterans, who they were, their technology, everything,. He also understood the importance of what he needed to do, and how to do it.
He finally understood who he was. He was the last of his people. He was destined to be the final Alteran, to correct the mistakes that had been made, and then join the others as they watched over all of creation. His people had shaped the galaxy and beyond for millions of years, it was up to him to fix what needed to be fixed, and then to pass the torch.
Back in the conference room, the five people stared at the black haired teen in shock as he began to glow white.
"Harry?" Sam asked in concern.
"It really is amazing" Harry whispered. "To understand."
"To understand what?" Sam asked, trying to understand what was happening. This was unlike anything SG-1 had even encountered before.
"Everything." Harry said simply.
"Everything huh?" Jack said sarcastically. "Lucky you."
Harry couldn't help but give Jack an amused smile. "Indeed it is."
"What is happening to you?" Sam asked as the glowing grew a bit brighter.
"I'm doing what you wanted me to do." Harry said, turning to her. "I've found my place in the world Sam."
"Wait...What?" Sam asked shocked as the glowing continued to grow in luminosity.
"You can study the Goa'uld technology in my house." he said suddenly, looking at her with a small smile. "The others say they're going to take the other things with me, but I convinced them to leave you with the rest to study. Please do remember to take time to sleep. Also, if you could, would you look over my house for me while I'm gone."
The only thing Sam could think to do was nod weakly.
"Thank you." he said, giving her a radiant smile. "They say its time to move on, I hope they're a bit gentle on the transporting bit. I'm not sure I'm to happy with that part" Just as he managed to spit out the last words, he was engulfed by white light and when It was gone, so was Harry.
"Well damn" Jack said after a moment.
"I believe that describes the situation quite accurately O'Neill" Teal'c said in his normal monotone but to those who knew him could see the shock in his eyes.
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Okay, I'll admit this was a bit mean to leave such a big cliffhanger, but I have a feeling none of you saw this coming. Heck, I didn't see this coming. Chapter is short I know, but I wanted to get you all something if I'm not able to update for a month or so. Well, what did you think? I hope it is okay. I should also note right here that Harry is NOT an ascended.
