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"Rise and shine, men!"

White hot pokers of light drilled into his eyes as the overhead fluorescent blinked on. Being on the top bunk, he took the light full in the face. He quickly pulled his glasses on, and hopped down, reaching for his boots.

"Trainers, Evans," a roommate reminded him. Harry turned to his duffle bag and dug around for his athletic shoes, suddenly appreciating trunks with their wide open lids. His lower bunk mate groaned and buried his face deeper into his pillow.

"Donelson," Harry nudged the snoozer. "Get up, we've got PT and assignments."

Harry pulled on his PT's and trainers, and followed the rest of his dorm out. They followed a cue of soldiers who assembled in a large gymnasium also inside the compound. Voices buzzed as people stretched and warmed up. He stayed with his group, but touched the wall and moved through the stretches Ginny had taught him. "Even professional Quidditch players warm up, Harry!" she had chided him. Harry rolled his shoulders and carried on. A few minutes later a trio of men entered the gym and the room hushed. Clearly most here knew who they were, and they commanded respect.

The tallest of the three moved to one end of the room, and the room fell into ranks facing him. "Alright, listen up. We're running this morning. A group up front, B group behind them, C group - you get the idea. If you're new," he looked over at Harry's group, "join in and find your level. Exit through access shaft 3. It's a beautiful day out there, so let's go get some. Move out!" He turned and began jogging out of the gym and down a hallway. The crowd followed and Harry was soon climbing a long ladder upwards. They broke out into the most glorious sunrise he had ever seen, at least in his jet-lagged state it seemed that way. Water dripped off the trees from the rain the night before, but the sky was clearing, streaking with gold and peach and warm air was mixing with the cooler mountain air.

The company began to jog at an easy pace, and Harry moved up towards the middle group. Ahead he could see the A group setting a faster pace, but he was starting to feel a little winded. Aurors didn't do PT, but he kept running. In the first group was the one who had addressed the company, beside him a large intimidating man, and the harassed looking Daniel from the hallway yesterday. Feeling a bit slow, he realised this must the archeologist Daniel Jackson that Hermione had described. Beside him, in blue fatigues was the dark haired woman, Vala she'd called herself. Harry hadn't seen her in the gym, but she looked ready to faint from the running, and he wondered why she didn't just move down a group. A moment later she jerked Daniel's arm, hard, and the pair came to a stop. The leader circled around, but with a wave from Daniel he continued on. Daniel grabbed Vala's hand and they started running again, this time much slower. Harry's group caught up to them and passed them in seconds. Harry slowed down and joined the C group where Daniel and Vala were now keeping pace. A group of US Marines also dropped out of the A group and fell back with the pair.

"Honestly...Daniel...I don't...understand...this!" she panted.

"I'm doing PT. Unless you want to end up in the med bay, you're doing PT." He gave her a grim smile.

"But this is...torture!" she cried.

"Torture is as torture does!" he sang back at her waving his wrist in her face. Harry could see Daniel was actually enjoying this game. He noticed Vala had a bracelet that matched the one Daniel was wearing.

Vala huffed. "That's not even a real saying... is it?"

"It could be. You'd never know!" he wagged his eyebrows at her.

"Rubbing it in doesn't hurt. I couldn't care less about your planet or it's odd sayings." she sped up slightly away from him.

Daniel easily matched her pace. "You care about us helping you get a piece of the treasure."

"Only because I missed you so much." She turned her gleaming smile on Daniel who seemed wholly unaffected by it.

The company followed a gravel path that serpentined around the side of the mountain, eventually returning to the access shaft they had come out through.

Mitchell, the one who was leading the PT, (Harry had figured out his name by this point) began leading the group through cool down stretches before sending everyone back down the rabbit hole as he called it. Inside people headed to their quarters or to the change-room showers to clean up. The UK team had been instructed to return to the briefing room after breakfast to get their assignments.

An hour later, having showered, shaved, and eaten a bowl of oatmeal, Harry joined the rest of the UK team in Briefing room 4. There were 20 on their team, some highly trained soldiers, others scientists or engineers in military service. None had known each other before being selected for the SGC assignment, which made it easier for Harry to blend in. Minister Shacklbolt had arranged with the Head Auror to have Harry join the team officially because of the Glastonbury Tor, but unofficially because he was just plain curious.

Walking through the concrete underground passageways reminded Harry of the Ministry of Magic, and the preparation he'd undergone for this mission. There had been very little time, and Harry had to pose as a Marine. Director Gauntly led Potter to the Department of Mysteries. They'd passed through the circular room through to a narrow room that extended at least 500 feet long, the walls covered in tiny glass vials filled with silvery pulsating ribbons. Harry knew what these were. He'd seen these often enough in Dumbledore's office to recognise a collection of memories. This was far more than he had ever seen assembled in one place. When they had entered the room, a tall sweeping Unspeakable had glided towards them.

"Mr Gauntly, Mr Potter. How may I serve you?" The Unspeakable's hands moved in a fluid circle as he spoke, mirroring the movement of the memories within the vials.

Auror Director Gauntly spoke. "Auror Potter is going on special assignment. He needs to become a Marine, to understand their structure, their ranks and their customs."

"Easily accomplished," the Unspeakable nodded. He turned and floated away from them down the shelves. Harry looked from Gauntly to the Unspeakable, the question written on his face.

"Go with him," Gauntly had directed. "Let me know when it is done. Don't worry Potter, memories don't hurt. Feels a bit weird, but it passes."

Harry followed to where the Unspeakable had come to rest. He lifted his floating hand and selected a specific vial and pulled a small bowl from within his robes. Using his wand, he extracted the memory and placed it within the bowl. As Harry watched silently, the Unspeakable duplicated the memory, returning the original to the vial.

"I will touch this memory to your temple, just here," he tapped Harry's head with his wand. "And you must allow the memory to enter and be integrated."

"Will I believe I was a Marine, or will I just know how to act like one?" he had asked.

The Unspeakable nodded, closing his eyes momentarily. "You will retain the memory of your true self. This will feel like having read a very detailed account of a person's life, much like you may have done while in school."

Harry had nodded, and the Unspeakable lifted the silvery strand from the bowl touching it to Harry's temple. His nerves immediately felt hot, like the feeling of warmth returning to your hands after being outside in the cold for too long. The heat raced through his mind, and suddenly he remembered. It was a story, a biography of a Marine, explaining how his basic training had gone, what the leadership had been like and how he had fit into it all. Harry knew what it was like to be a Marine, but he still knew that he was Harry Potter, Auror. Weird indeed.

"And how do you feel?" the Unspeakable asked in a honeyed tone.

"I got it," Harry stated simply.

"Very good. Best of luck to you on your assignment." He'd returned to the Auror department for his instructions, then headed home where he had met with Ron and Hermione, and of course Ginny.

Harry sat in a rotating chair as the rest of his team arrived from their breakfasts. Soon they were all there and Col Mitchell entered from the front of the room followed by a slightly balding man with a box.

"You are all here because your government has recognised that something is happening that is bigger than our countries, our conflicts, our differences. You learned last night about the Stargate, and our mission here, so I won't bore you with the details again." He opened the folder he had brought with him. "You will each be assigned to an SG team. Your team is you family; always have their back, and do your very damnedest to always bring them home." The group nodded at Col Mitchell's pointed stare at each one of them. When his eyes settles on Harry's, he saw them flicker to his embroidered name patch then back to his face, some sort of recognition there.

Mitchell continued calling out names and passing out team assignments as he moved through the file.

"Captain Connelly, you're with SG-9. Here is you patch, and a map to your team office. Off you go." Mitchell pointed to another man behind him who had set a box on the table from which he began drawing out patches and slips of paper. Connelly took her map, while Walter Harriman attached the patch to her shoulder. It was like a very quick graduation ceremony.

"Lt Donelson, you're with SG-17"

"Lt Evans, you're with SG-6." Harry stepped up to get his map and patch. Harriman pressed the SGC patch onto the reverse velcro patch on his uniform sleeve. He looked down at the map, but before he could leave, Harriman stopped him.

"You need to see Col Mitchell first. Just wait for him to finish."

Harry stepped back and watched as the rest of his delegation was split up amongst the SG teams. Donelson had given him a grin before exiting the briefing room, and soon Harry was left alone with Col Mitchell.

"Evans, you're assigned to SG-6, but today you're coming with me." Mitchell turned to leave, and Harry gathered that he was supposed to follow. "We're going on a special trip, and being Recon, you've been chosen to come along," Mitchell grinned jovially.

"Where are we going, sir?" Harry asked as they passed doors and stopped at the lifts.

Mitchell punched the call button and they stepped inside. "WE are going to England. But first we are going up there," he pointed over their heads while they went deeper down into the mountain. Harry started to wonder if this Mitchell was entirely 'all there'. He gamely kept up as they passed through a maze of more tunnels and hallways, finally ending up in a more formal briefing room than the one they had left. Seated at a long polished table was the intimating man, the Jaffa who had been on their run that morning. Beside him was Vala, the loudly smiling brunette, now dressed in a wizard-like coat, but with an un-wizard like strappy leather shirt. And across from both of them was Daniel Jackson, who was reading from an open file.

Mitchell pointed to the seat beside Jackson, and Harry sat. "Guys, this is Lt Evans, new here, British, and part of SG-6, whom he has not yet met. Today he'll be coming with us on the Prometheus as an observer." The team greeted him warmly, Vala a little too warmly with a seductive, "Hello eyes," thrown in. Soon they were running through the plan. Harry watched the screen carefully. They said the Tor was protected by an energy field, but the Ministry said it was a magical ward or shield. The SG team was fairly certain they could just "beam" through it. Harriman's voice sounded over the intercom interrupting them.

"The Prometheus is ready for you sir."

"Alright boys and girls, well girl," he pointed at Vala, who pointed back, "Let's go."

They all rose from their seats and stood very still. Harry did the same, expecting a call to announce something else. Instead he felt a fizz ripple through his body and suddenly he was no longer in the ornate briefing room. He was in another room altogether, this one definitely not made of concrete.

Mitchell turned to Harry, and seeing his startled expression, said, "Welcome to the Prometheus." He turned Harry around, pointing him to a window. Space. Harry realized with a tightening feeling that he was actually in outer space! A thrill surged through him when he looked out the window as saw the Earth rotating below them.

The team moved to an observation room, where and Air Force team discussed the logistics of how they were going to actually enter the Tor. Harry was momentarily forgotten as they debated the issue, and he was able to step over to a computer screen. He saw a diagram of the hill, and pulsating wavy lines surrounding it. Without knowing otherwise, he'd guess that was the warding.

"Rings." Vala was announcing. They decided to give these rings a shot and left the observation room. No one was paying him any attention, and Harry suddenly knew what he had to do. He stepped out into the passageway and behind a bulk head, listening for the voices of Mitchell and Jackson. He swiftly pulled out his invisibility cloak and tossing it over himself, he hurried to catch up. The group were moving into the centre of a circle of gun metal on the floor, and Harry didn't hesitate. He lightly stepped inside, keeping the cloak around him and being careful to not touch any of the team. A bright light surrounded them and the circle on the floor rose up around them, a series of stacked rings, before the completely disappeared from the Prometheus and into a wide cavern. This was very different from apparation, Harry decided, but the effects were similar. They moved instantaneously from one point to another, although their location appeared to be limited to wherever these rings were. The first movement from the briefing room to the ship had been more like apparation without the painful compression.

Harry moved backwards, away from the group and watched. An image of Merlin appeared, but it didn't feel like magic to Harry. They called it a hologram, some sort of technology they were familiar with. Harry felt like his world was tipping sideways. Merlin, the greatest wizard in their history short of Albus Dumbledore in Harry's opinion had used modern technology? This didn't make any sense.

SG-1 was splitting up down different tunnels, and Harry decided to explore on his own. Pulling out the device Bill Weasley had given him, he began checking for residual magic - evidence that powerful spells had been cast here. He made his way along one tunnel and the magical sensor barely made a blip. The Ministry had been sure that magic had been done here to keep the muggles out, but from what Harry was seeing this was something else entirely. He continued walking, holding the sensor aloft in front of himself. Water was dripping from above, a slow plunk, plunk, plunk. This cave, this cavern, it gave Harry the willies. He was uncomfortably reminded of the secret room underneath Hogwarts, and began keeping an even more careful eye out for anything that moved.

Ahead, the rock changed. Harry could see a crack or a sliver along the wall, and beyond it the walls were lighter in colour and the tunnel turned to the left. He moved forward and then felt a shimmering pull skate over his body and the sensor lit up. He slowed his steps and looked around. He had entered a small, circular room that was quite different from the the tunnels. The walls were pale granite, and potted torch lights erupted around the base of the walls as he came to a complete stop. In the center of the room was a heavy wooden box, darkened with age. His eyes swept the room, noting that it was devoid of any other artifacts or objects beyond the box. The sensor was still flashing in his palm, and Harry switched it off to stop the annoying lights. The box made his spine tingle as he stared at it. He felt cold, and had a strange compulsion to turn around and leave, but he forced himself to stay. A circle was drawn on the floor encompassing the box. Harry stayed outside the circle and carefully walked all the way around it, looking at the box from every angle. Staying on the rooms perimeter, Harry carefully searched the walls, strongly wanting to stay away from examining the box any further. The tingling sensation increased as he approached the back of the room and compulsion made him drawn his wand. The sensor in his hand flared to life, beeping loudly in the pocket of his vest. He pulled it out, frowning at the device. He lifted his arm, the device in one hand his wand in the other as he stared at the smooth, blank wall at the back of the room. Magic was here.

"Alohamora," he whispered at the wall.

Suddenly a violent shaking began, moving upwards from the floor. Harry stumbled backwards and hit the floor of the room, hard. His shoulder began to ache and pulled himself upright while all around the shaking continued. He had fallen inside the circle. Harry scrambled to his feet as the floor continued to shake, and watched in horror as the box opened and a dementor rose from it's depths.