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Scourge

Sirius limped through the icy forest, casting furtive glances over his shoulder. Getting through Europe had been hard enough, with every Interpol officer and Auror still looking for him. It had not been nearly as hard as entering Russia had been though. Just because the Soviet Union had fallen, didn't mean that the Russian magical community had forgotten their cause. The Russian border was as tightly protected as a prison wall, preventing magical movement in both directions.

Sirius had attempted to smuggle himself into the country inside of a large shipment of dragon's blood. The highly magical substance had nearly masked his signature, and his entrance had remained hidden until he was twenty miles past the border. His luck ran out at a second checkpoint where the wizard on duty had finally detected him. Sirius had still managed to surprise the man, and had taken his wand. Unfortunately, the man had had a back up wand, and in the ensuing duel, Sirius's leg had been left in a sorry state. He didn't dare transform in this condition, and though his mastery of human transfiguration translated over to proficiency in healing magic, he had no idea how to remove the traces of the curse on his leg in order to heal it.

He had quickly learned that Apparation was not an option either. It was as though the entire country was under anti-Apparation wards, which only certain people were keyed into. Sirius hadn't known that it was possible, but the Russians were rumored to have developed many exotic forms of magic. Sirius kept running. His own spells were keeping the Russian wizards off his trail for the moment, but he couldn't give them the time to track him down. He had to get to their Stargate if he wanted to find Harry.

Sirius had wondered many times if his plan to go through the Russian Stargate was his best option, but he never doubted that it would be worth it. Somewhere out there was his godson, and Sirius wouldn't rest until he could make sure Harry was safe. He had promised as much when he had become Harry's godfather, and, duty aside, he owed it to his best friend.

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Nightmares were no stranger to Harry. Even before he had been taken by Isis, it was normal for the often unhappy boy to have troubled nights. Since his possession by Anubis though, his nightmares had taken an odd turn. A couple nights a week, he would wake up in a sweat, remembering only a green light and a shrill laugh. These nightmares were often accompanied by headaches centered around the strange scar on his forehead. Harry felt as though the dark energy that had been inside of him had awoken something from his past. He couldn't think of what it could be though.

It didn't help that events had taken a sharp turn with Anubis' return. The spirit had quickly regained command of his armies, in spite of the half planned and rushed attempts Harry and his allies had made to help Garren keep control of Anubis' empire. Within a week, Nen and Al'net's fleets had fallen to Anubis, though fortunately most of their motherships had been destroyed in the process. Kong Bao Lie still led Lord Yu's forces against Anubis, and he was keeping the fight strong. The Tok'ra had an operative serving under him, providing technical support that the Jaffa lacked. At the rate things were going though, it was only a matter of time before Kong Bao's armies were defeated.

In light of Anubis's time on Tollana, the Tollans had decided it prudent to go once more into hiding, in fear that Anubis had learned a way to defend against their phase shifting missiles. It was a precaution that had saved them, as the one battle ship that they had left behind had attacked the fleet of ships that Anubis sent to the now unpopulated world. The missiles, while still effective weapons, failed to bypass Anubis' shields. The battle ship had made a hasty retreat in the face of the fifteen ha'taks sent. In battle, Anubis's ships still showed themselves to be destroyable, but the job was far harder now than before.

After the deaths of Nen and Al'net, Anubis took the time to consolidate their small empires, and so Harry took the time to rest aboard the Tar'Chell whilst in orbit around the latest new Tollana. He was awoken from a restless sleep by a quiet alert from his communications system. Harry got dressed and then rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he walked groggily to the pel'tak to answer the call. He activated the screen, and was greeted by Commander Tellis and Jack. The Colonel was wearing what Harry recognized to be the flight suit of the F-302.

"Commander, Colonel," Harry greeted, "what can I do for you?"

Commander Tellis answered him. "Earth is in great peril, and we have constructed no ship that is small enough to spare at the moment. Their gate is currently inaccessible."

Harry looked at Jack. "What did you guys do this time?" he asked.

"Hey, you can't pin this one on us," the Colonel answered. "Sam thinks that this is some kind of attack. Another world has been dialed into ours, and there's an energy build up thing in our gate. The gate won't shut down, and Sam says it's going to explode."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "The gate can store a tremendous amount of energy," he said.

"That's what Sam's told me," said Jack.

"If it blew up like that…" Harry trailed off.

"Hence the 'great peril'," said Jack.

"How can I help?" asked Harry.

"Well," said Jack, "we were hoping that you could come and help us figure this out."

"You mean come to Earth?" asked Harry.

"That's right," said Jack.

"You see; it's just that I've kind of been avoiding the planet."

"The alternative is to allow the planet to be destroyed," said Tellis.

"Aren't you at least a little fond of home sweet home?" asked Jack.

"Well I wouldn't call it home sweet home," said Harry.

"Not the tiniest bit?"

"Well," Harry admitted, "there was a picture of Hawaii I was always fond of. It would be a shame for it to blow up before I got a chance to visit."

"Is that a yes?"

"Is Hawaii nice this time of year?" asked Harry.

"The gate, Harry.

He sighed. "I suppose."

"Excellent," said Jack.

"Very good," said Tellis. "We will stay in contact with you.

Harry nodded, still not feeling very good about the proposition. He addressed Jack. "Do you want to come with me? You would get there in half the time."

Jack shook his head. "I have to go back to Abydos, we left the F-302 there."

"We?" Harry asked.

"Sam and I," answered Jack. "She went to try and contact the Asgard, though we're not very hopeful that they'll be able to help."

"What happened to your big ship?" asked Harry. "The Prometheus."

"Its subspace receiver has been out of commission for a week now. Another F-302 was sent to bring it home, but it will be a few days before it gets there. They have orders to check in with the Tok'ra via a Stargate tomorrow, on their way to Earth."

"Okay," said Harry, "I'll see you on Earth then."

"One more thing," said Jack. "Make sure you drop out behind the moon. No need to give anyone back home a show. You know how to contact the SGC once you get there?"

"Yeah," said Harry.

"Good bye, Captain," said Tellis.

"Wait, Harry," said Jack, "are you okay? You've got this whole pale face and hoarse voice thing going."

Harry shrugged. "I'm just a little under the weather." Actually, now that he was completely awake, he was aware of the fact that he felt awful.

"I thought that you didn't get sick," said Jack.

"Do you require medical attention?" asked Tellis.

"I'm fine," said Harry. "I'll see you on Earth, Jack." He ended the transmission before plotting the course and entering hyperspace. He had a pit in his stomach though; separate from his general feeling of ill being. He was not worried about being captured on his home planet; he just did not feel ready to go back. It was too bad that he didn't have a choice.

He exited hyperspace a couple of hours later a few hundred kilometers behind the moon. He made sure that the ship matched the moon's orbit before sending a signal to the SGC.

"This is Captain Potter," he transmitted through the moon using subspace. Odd. He had never referred to himself with the title given to him by the Tollans.

"Captain Potter," a voice answered him, "this is Sergeant Harriman. Do you require any information in order to transport down?"

Normally Harry would be able to target the planet's Stargate, but the moon blocked his sensors. "Could you tell me where to go in relation to your subspace device?"

"Negative," said the Sergeant, "the subspace array is far off base. I can send you the information in longitude, latitude, and elevation. The computer we gave you has a program that will show you the position based off of that."

Harry already had the computer connected to the ship, and merely made the commands necessary for the data to be shared with it.

"I'll be there soon," said Harry. He ended the transmission and got ready. Deciding that he wanted more formal clothing, he donned the clothes he usually wore to meetings on Tollana. He checked the laptop, which showed the spot he was supposed to jump to as well as its relative position to the moon, before grabbing it and jumping down to the surface.

The micro-hyperspace window opened up in the gate room, atop the ramp leading to the Stargate. Harry squinted through the brighter light of the room. Aside from the guards that were likely standard there, Harry was greeted by a familiar face, along with two others.

"Elliot," said Harry, referring to the man by his last name, as Kevin did not care for his first, "I didn't know you would be here."

"The Tok'ra High Council has reached a temporary agreement with the Pentagon," the Lieutenant said. "I am a member of SG-3 until Anubis and his armies have been destroyed. Harry, let me introduce you to General Hammond, who you have only ever spoken to via radio."

Harry extended a hand and shook with the General.

"It's good to meet you, son," said the General. "Perhaps when this is all over, I'll be able to give you a tour of the base." Harry cracked a smile at what had become a running joke. "Are you alright? You look a little ill."

"It's nothing General. I just need some more sleep."

"Very well then. I would like you to meet Doctor Rodney McKay. Next to Major Carter, he is our foremost expert on the Stargate. I hope that the three of you will make a good team, because we don't have a lot of time."

"Doctor McKay," said Harry, "a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise," said the man, "they say that you might just be able to save the planet."

"Well, I'll do my best."

"Gentlemen," said the General, "I'll leave you to your work. Use whatever resources you need." He left the room.

"Right," said McKay, "fair warning, I am not very good with kids." At Harry's raised eyebrows, he continued. "Not that you're really a kid, or… Right."

Harry was tempted to laugh at the man's consternation. Lantash spoke up.

"You can always think of him as a very short man with a high pitched voice."

"Oy!" said Harry, letting his eyes flash. "You can both think of me as Captain Potter. Now tell me what you know about the gate."

"A signal is being sent through the gate, Captain Potter," said Elliot, stressing the 'Captain'. "It's causing a slow charge in the gate's superconductors. When they are filled to capacity, the naquedah in the gate will become super charged, and the gate will explode. The resulting explosion will destroy a sizeable portion of both the United States and Mexico. The resulting environmental backlash would likely destroy most life on Earth."

Harry's eyes widened. "I can't even imagine how you'd go about doing that. I'll have to examine this signal."

"We have the data upstairs," said McKay pointing to the door.

Harry shook his head. "I'd rather go to the source."

"The source?" asked McKay. Elliot pointed to the gate. "Oh."

Harry walked back up the ramp towards the gate and placed a hand on it, over one of the active chevrons. He pushed his consciousness into the active gate, going first to the superconductors. That was when his knees buckled.

Harry pulled his consciousness back to find himself slumped against the railing on the side of the ramp. Elliot and McKay immediately hovered over him.

"Are you alright, Harry?" asked Elliot.

Harry gave an embarrassed smile as he sat up. "I'm fine. I guess I lost track of things on the outside."

"You're sure it's normal for you to faint like that?" asked McKay.

"I did not faint!" said Harry indignantly as he stood up. He dusted himself off. "I'm fine, let's do this." He turned back to the gate, prepared to repeat the process.

"Are you sure?" asked Elliot.

"Yep," said Harry, placing his hand once more on top of the chevron. He fell to the ground and didn't get up.

!

"Colonel, Major," greeted the General, "it's good to see you both back. Now Harry has already arrived, so Major, tell me how things went on K'Tau?"

Sam cleared her throat. "All I got at the Hall of Wisdom was a couple of pre-recorded messages from Freyr. Looks like no one's home right now." She had waited for five hours in the hopes of reaching the Asgard. Fortunately, the K'Tau were as hospitable as ever.

The General nodded. "Unfortunately, Mister Potter hasn't been able to be of any use to us."

"Well," said Sam, "he would have only arrived a couple of hours ago."

The General shook his head. "The boy collapsed as he was trying to assess the situation. He's been unconscious in the infirmary ever since."

"I said he looked sick," said Colonel O'Neill.

"What's wrong with him, sir?" asked Sam.

"I don't know," said the General. "I haven't had a chance to check on him since Doctor Frasier started treating him. I was going to go to check on him now, so we can continue this conversation on the way."

They left the office. Sam didn't have the time to worry though because the General changed the subject.

"Did you have any thoughts on the situation during your journey?"

Sam let out a frustrated sigh. "No, sir. All I've had are a series of bad ideas. So far, I don't know if it's even possible for us to stop this."

"You had better make it possible, Major," said the General seriously.

"Yes sir," said Sam.

"That's our Carter," said Jack, "always ready to make the impossible … less…impossible."

Sam smiled at the remark, but it faded as she remembered her daunting task.

"Where's Lieutenant Elliot?" she asked.

"Lieutenant Elliot and Doctor McKay are in the infirmary. Lantash wanted to stay with the boy, and the Doctor wanted to continue their work."

They entered the infirmary and spotted the sole patient with Janet hovering over him. The two scientists were on the other side of the room, probably sent there by the wards owner.

"Samantha," greeted Lantash. The Tok'ra crossed the room towards them.

"Lantash, Elliot," she returned. "It's good to see you."

"Glad to see me, Major?" asked Rodney, who had worked for her for a short time on the hyperdrive program.

Sam smiled sweetly. "Not in the least."

"General," said Janet, coming over from the other side of the room. "I suppose you want an update on our patient."

"If you have one," said the General.

"I've discovered small levels of an irreversible antagonistic compound in his blood, and it seems to have built up in his lymphatic system."

"I don't understand," said the General. Jack looked like he shared the sentiment.

"The compound is a synaptic inhibitor that has built up in his lymph nodes to a critical mass. Right now it's preventing a certain neurotransmitter from being received, and it's caused a chemically induced immunodeficiency."

"So he's been poisoned?" asked the General.

"In a way," said Janet, "but I don't think that it's anything that's been introduced from an external source. It seems that it's being produced in his body."

"He's poisoning himself?" asked Jack.

"Essentially, yes. Though he's undoubtedly unaware of it. It's the chemical that his brain produces to help his body use his powers. Now normally, he could have gone his whole life using his powers without any ill effect, however Harry here is special."

"The Naquedah in his blood," supplied Sam. "He uses it to help focus the energy."

Janet nodded. Harry had shared much of what he had discovered about himself when he had first studied it with the Tollans. "I believe that the Naquedah, in it's excited state, acts as a catalyst between this chemical and proteins found in his white blood cells, and it's been creating this inhibitor.

"But what about his healing abilities?" asked the General.

Lantash spoke up. "In a Jaffa, the immune system is replaced by the goa'uld. In a human host however, the symbiote works with the hosts immune system to keep him from sickness. That is why a host is often able to survive the separation."

"That's exactly it, sir," said Janet. "Right now what's really keeping him down is a small viral infection. Probably a cold. I've given him a cocktail of anti-virals, but I'm hoping that Lantash here can heal it."

"There are many viruses that cannot be healed by a hand device alone. If this one does not respond, I will only be able to strengthen his body temporarily."

"Now that we know what we're dealing with," said Janet, "I think that now would be a good time."

Lantash nodded. "I will need a healing device."

"Harry had one in his pocket," said Janet, motioning to the tray next to Harry's bed.

!

Harry opened his eyes slowly, squinting through the sudden light.

"Water," he croaked.

A cup with a straw appeared in front of him, and he drank some, coughing before drinking some more.

"What happened?" he asked.

"You're sick," said a woman standing next to him.

Harry shook his head. He didn't get sick.

"Harry," said a familiar voice. He looked over. It was Sam. He smiled weakly at her. "Janet's right," she said. "There's a build up of an inhibitor in your lymph nodes. You've managed to catch a cold, and you haven't been able to fight it. Lantash has managed to give you some strength, but Janet still needs to figure out how to flush the chemical out of your system."

Harry grimaced. "'m useless," he said.

"Just work on getting better," she said. "If the Tollan's or the Tok'ra think of anything, they'll be able to contact us over subspace."

Harry had a thought. "Why didn't you contact them like that?"

Sam smiled. "We still can't transmit that far out," she said. "Now get some rest."

Harry nodded and slumped back into his pillow. Sam left his bedside, though the doctor stayed with him. Across the room he heard a conversation going.

"I'm sorry General, but science was never my thing, and Lantash is more of an engineer than an astrophysicist."

"Are you saying you can't help?" asked General Hammond.

"I'm saying that I've been as helpful on this problem as I'm going to be."

"He hasn't been completely useless," McKay put in, "but I think we're past what insight he can give us."

"In that case," said the General, "I'm sending you on a mission. Jack, you'll be leading this one."

"Sir?" asked Colonel O'Neill.

"You and Lieutenant Elliot are to find and destroy whatever weapon is doing this, through whatever means necessary. Take an F-302 and find Teal'c. See if he can't be of any use in finding this weapon. Whether or not we're able to save ourselves, that weapon needs to be destroyed."

"Yes sir," said Colonel O'Neill.

Harry's last thought before falling to sleep was that it was a mission that he would have been perfect for.

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"Sir," said Elliot, "I want you to know that it's an honor to be going on this mission with you."

Jack rolled his eyes. They were on the tarmac, approaching the F-302 named Abydos-1. "As both an SG team member, and a Tok'ra host, you were the most qualified for a mission like this."

"Oh, I know that, sir. I'm sure that Captain Reynolds or Major Carpenter would have normally been sent on a mission like this, in lieu of Major Carter or Teal'c."

"Good. Have you or Lantash had any ideas on how to find the weapon?"

"Well, the Tok'ra probably don't know anything about this, otherwise they would have sent a ship to our position now, or at least tried to send us a message, so it might be a waste of time trying to get into contact with them. Right now, our best bet is Major Carter's idea."

They did not know of every planet under Anubis' control, but Sam had suggested that any planet they couldn't connect to would conceivably be the planet that the attack originated from. It wasn't a bad plan, but it had the drawback of automatically failing should the weapon be on a planet they didn't know about.

"There's no way to… follow… a wormhole?"

Elliot shook his head. "I don't think the Asgard could even do it, not like how you're suggesting."

"How would you do it then?"

Elliot dipped his head. "To track a wormhole, you must be connected to the Stargate that has dialed out. From our end, there is nothing to do."

"Aren't there energies that can be sent through the gate, something that Tok'ra sensors would be able to pick up?"

Lantash shook his head. "Again, that could be done from the other end, but the energy you would need to use could only be sent out, not in."

"Well, let's hope Carter's plan works then."

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When Harry woke again, the clock in his hand device told him that over a day had passed. He saw Sam was just getting ready to leave.

"Sam," he called out to her.

"Harry." She turned around. "Good to see you're awake."

"What happened to your hand?" he asked drowsily.

"Rodney had the idea to send an electro-magnetic pulse through the gate, in the hopes of destroying the device that's attacking us."

Harry winced. Most goa'uld technology was immune to such attack, and that which wasn't still took a lot of energy to be disrupted.

Sam nodded. "That's what I thought, but I didn't have any better ideas. Anyway, there was a massive electrical disturbance from the gate."

"How much time is left?"

"With the iris open, we lost a lot of time. We're down to nearly thirty hours."

"Darn," said Harry.

"You know Harry," said Sam with a smile, "it's generally considered appropriate to curse in extreme situations."

"But, it wouldn't be proper," said Harry drowsily.

"The imminent destruction of your home planet generally gives you permission," said Sam.

"Still," said Harry, reaching for an a reasonable excuse, "I'm British."

Sam snorted. "If you say so."

With an aunt like Petunia, you learned quickly to keep a civil tongue. "So I seem to be better," said Harry.

"Janet figured it out," said Sam. "Our researchers at Area 51 found a way to neutralize the chemical that facilitates your powers. With a little tweaking, Janet was able to make it dissolve the inhibitors in your lymph nodes."

Harry was shocked. "You… you figured out how to neutralize me?"

Sam nodded. "We were mostly thinking of your godfather, and people like him when we figured it out."

"Are you saying you haven't thought about trying to keep me here?" asked Harry.

"Oh, we've thought about it." Seeing his look, she continued. "Come on Harry, do you know how many people here are parents? How many want to be? It's programmed into all of us to look at you, and try to remove you from danger."

"But you've decided against it?" asked Harry guardedly.

"You're currently connected to a large ship, Harry. The only way to stop you from accessing it is to put you into a specially shielded bunker indefinitely. When you go to measures like that, it sort of defeats the purpose."

"What's the purpose?" asked Harry. "Me becoming a regular kid and going to elementary school?"

Sam smiled. "Something like that."

"I'm having trouble imagining it," said Harry.

"I'm not," said Samantha. "Look, I've got to go now, Harry. You get some more rest. Janet says that you should avoid using your powers for at least two days. The chemical she gave you still did what it was originally designed to do, and we don't know how your body will react to your energy unaided."

Harry had never felt more useless. First he had been completely debilitated by the virus, and now he was virtually powerless. "Wait," he said, "I could go with you."

"Really Harry, you should wait to get cleared by Janet."

"Did you get cleared?" he asked.

She didn't answer the question. "I'll see you later, Harry," she said, walking out the door.

"Traitor!" called Harry after her. He would have followed, but the tubes stuck in his body gave him pause. He huffed, and decided to wait for the doctor.

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The F-302 dropped out of hyperspace over Theed, which was the largest home to the Jaffa rebellion. Behind Jack, Lieutenant Elliot tried to reach Teal'c's radio.

"This is Lieutenant Elliot of the SGC calling any Jaffa on the planet." After twenty minutes with no response, he addressed Jack. "Should we land, sir?"

"We'll give it ten minutes. I'd rather not use the fuel if we don't have to."

Ten minute's later, they still weren't able to contact anyone on the surface, so Jack took the F-302 into the planet's atmosphere, meaning to find a suitable place to land near the Jaffa encampment. They set down in a large dirt clearing three miles from the camp, which likely was normally used by death gliders. When they reached the camp, they were able to meet with one of the Jaffa in charge. He told them that Teal'c had already learned of the attack, and after much trial and error, Master Bra'tac had found the likely source.

Half an hour later, Jack and Elliot were back in hyperspace, and a young Jaffa volunteer was waiting on P3X-872, where the Prometheus had been sent to first check in. The young Jaffa had an encoded message from Jack, sending them to the planet that Master Bra'tac had found with a rough battle plan. Jack only hoped that they weren't too late.

!

"The only problem is that the inertial dampeners on the F-302 can't extend outside of it, like they do on most goa'uld ships. That means that there's still a chance that the fighter won't be light enough to achieve escape velocity. We're removing non-essential systems, but it still might not be enough.

Sam was back at Harry's bedside, explaining the situation to him. The Gate had already been taken out of the mountain, and Sam's part of enacting the plan was already over.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take it out in the Tar'Chell?" asked Harry, worried that secrecy wouldn't be worth the potential destruction of the planet.

"Don't worry, Harry. If the F-302 can't leave the atmosphere, it can still escape through hyperspace."

Harry shook his head. "That would kill the pilot, even if the fighter made it through in one piece."

"We've seen ships…"

"Not your ships. A hyperspace window that close to a planet's gravitational pull would put off enough ionizing gamma radiation to kill the pilot right as you go through the window. Goa'uld ships have enough shielding to protect against it, but the F-302 wouldn't shield enough of it. And I'm not sure that the F-302 would be able to withstand the tidal forces either, of that kind of jump."

"But you do it all the time with your micro-hyperspace windows."

"That's as a matter stream. You could throw all the gamma radiation at me you want, and I'd be fine in that state."

Sam nodded. "Then I'll eject beforehand."

Harry looked up at her in surprise. "You're flying the mission?" he asked.

"The Pentagon doesn't think that our remaining pilots are qualified for a mission like this. They want me."

"Really, Sam, I can put the Tar'Chell anywhere and pick up the gate. You don't have to do this."

"You can't guarantee that it won't be seen; al'kesh aren't built for stealth. Either way, our plan gets the gate away from Earth."

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay, look, um… how much does the life support weigh?"

Sam considered this. "Roughly seventy-five pounds, now that we're taking most of it out."

"Where are my clothes?"

"They should be in the cabinet here."

"Bring me my jacket?"

Sam got up and retrieved the jacket and brought it to him. Harry reached into one of the pockets and pulled out his Breather.

"Here, pull the rest of the life support out."

Sam smiled. "You keep a CO2 scrubber in your pocket?"

"You never know what could happen."

"I guess not," said Sam, pocketing the device. "Thanks, Harry."

"Look, Sam, come back, okay?"

"I'll come back, Harry. I still have to figure out how to prevent this from happening again."

"Well they couldn't do it without you. You're the foremost expert on the Stargate," he said, remembering what General Hammond had said.

Sam laughed. "I think that might be you."

"Nah," said Harry, "I'm not going to be here for much longer, so you're going to have to do it."

"Alright, I'll be back. So don't worry about it."

"Okay," said Harry, once again hating the fact that he was stuck in the infirmary.

"So after this, I figure I'm up for some vacation time," said Sam

Harry smiled. "I know just the planet."

!

Abydos-1 dropped out of hyperspace above the planet they had been sent to, and Jack immediately engaged evasive maneuvers, knowing that any ship in the vicinity would see them on their scanners. At the same time that they appeared, the five other F-302s from the Prometheus that they had coordinated with appeared as well, all making their way to the planet. It had been a leap of faith to assume that the Prometheus would receive their message and send the F-302s in time, but it had paid off. The F-302s were markedly faster than the Prometheus, and Lantash had calculated a reasonable time for them to all be able to strike at the planet together. Prometheus-4 immediately launched a high yield nuclear missile towards the motherships, the sole purpose of which was to create enough radiation to block sensors. Before the detonation, Elliot got a reading on the situation.

"I'm seeing five motherships, sir," said Elliot, "and a squadron of death gliders already in pursuit of a cargo ship."

"How long until we get to show Anubis our newest toy?" asked Jack.

"The Prometheus should be here in ten minutes, sir."

"Alright, Prometheus-2 and 3, render assistance to the cargo ship. Prometheus-4 and Abydos-2, cover our tails. Prometheus-1, you're with me." The five other pilots reported receipt of his orders and they separated, Jack now entering the planet's atmosphere amidst a hail of poorly aimed fire from the half blind motherships. He continued his orders. "Engage motherships at your own discretion. You need to be very precise to bypass their shields through hyperspace."

"Sir, I have a location on the Stargate, and an energy reading that's probably the weapon, I'm sending you the coordinates. We've got four enemy death gliders coming on our six. They will intercept us before we reach weapons range."

"Prometheus-1," said Jack, "launch your tactical towards the incoming."

Prometheus-1 broke off to target the incoming death gliders, and Jack piloted strait towards the weapon.

"Lieutenant," he said, "how long until we're between the motherships and the weapon."

"Forty-seven seconds, sir. Right now, I have three more incoming at twelve o'clock, as well as a dogfight in the vicinity of the weapon, sir. Someone's piloting a death glider against the weapon."

"Can we contact just that death glider?"

"I've opened a channel."

"This is Colonel O'Neill, who am I talking to?"

"It is I, Rya'c. I can see your craft on my sensors."

"If you can, join our formation," Jack instructed.

"Sir," said Elliot, "I'm reading a large explosion from orbit. Most likely from a destroyed mothership."

"What can you see up there?"

"I have Prometheus-2 and 3 on scanners, but we're still blind to everything around the initial blast."

"Right."

Up ahead, he could see the oncoming death gliders, and he armed his three interceptor missiles and launched two at their tight formation. One of the missiles managed to take out two of the death gliders, but the other missed. Jack was getting ready to take evasive measures when the third death glider was destroyed from behind. Rya'c had joined them.

"Two death gliders are still on Rya'c's tail," said Elliot.

"Prometheus-1," said Jack, "I am breaking formation for the weapon. Coordinate with Rya'c, and cover us."

"Prometheus-2 is reporting the destruction of Prometheus-3, sir. And the cargo ship has intercepted a ring transport."

Jack grimaced at the loss of Major Leonard and Captain Carmichael. "Let's hope that that's Teal'c and Bra'tac on the cargo ship," said Jack as they came into range of the Weapon. He armed their tactical nuclear missile and fired.

"The death gliders tailing Rya'c have moved to intercept our missile," said Elliot.

"Prometheus-1, Rya'c, defend that ordinance," said Jack as he altered course towards the intercepting death gliders. Being in close quarters, he used rail-gun fire to engage the death gliders. One of the enemy fighters broke off towards them. Jack took evasive measures to stay out of the line of the fighter's plasma cannons.

"They're almost on us," said Elliot.

"Not if I can help it," said Jack with a touch of stubbornness.

"They have a lock!" said Elliot. His statement was followed by an explosion from behind them. "Both enemy fighters are destroyed. Ry'ac intercepted them. Missile detonation in six, five, four." Jack immediately altered course towards space, and the battle above them.

"We have detonation, sir. There's too much radiation for the scanners, I have no visual."

Over the radio, a transmission scrambled by static barely came through. "Abydos-2, I have … confirmation on… weapon ... I … weapon is destroyed."

"Excellent, copy that Prometheus 3. Lieutenant, ETA on the Prometheus?"

"One minute sir. I have contact now with Abydos-2 and Prometheus-2, no sign of Prometheus-4."

Jack nodded. "Prometheus-2, tell that cargo ship we have Rya'c, and to leave the system."

"Copy that."

"All fighters join formation. Abydos-2, Prometheus-2, enter Hyperspace now. Prometheus-1, be prepared to escort Rya'c to Prometheus landing bay."

Ahead of them, Abydos-2 was evading three death gliders when it leapt into a hyperspace window.

"Sir," said Elliot, "I have confirmation, Prometheus-2 and the cargo ship have left. At current course and speed, the Prometheus will be between us and three of the motherships when it arrives, but one mothership is moving to intercept."

"Prometheus-1," said Jack, "what's your ordinance?"

"I have no missiles remaining," came the answer.

"Alright, Prometheus-1, continue to escort Rya'c. Elliot, plot a jump to bypass the shields."

"Copy that," came the reply. Behind him, Elliot began the computations. The Prometheus appeared at its prearranged destination as Elliot addressed him.

"We should aim at the pel'tak, assuming the jump goes well."

"Jump at will," he told Elliot. He saw Prometheus-1 and Rya'c breaking to his left as the fighter lurched forward through the hyperspace window for the split second before they lurched back upon exit. Jack pulled back away from the ship's outer hull as Elliot fired the missile at the pel'tak. Seconds later, they entered hyperspace again, coming out again with a good vantage of the battle.

Below them, the Prometheus was taking heavy fire as Prometheus-1 and Rya'c approached it from behind. The aft shields lowered briefly to allow them access, and seconds after the two fighters had disappeared into the ship, the Prometheus entered hyperspace. Jack followed suit.

!

Harry was finally out of the infirmary, and was now sitting rather uselessly in the conference room where everyone was congregated as Sam tried to reach escape velocity in her F-302. Each step in the engine sequence seemed to be cutting things awfully close, but there hadn't been any problems yet. The one potential problem that was now bothering Harry was that they were cutting things so close that Sam might not be able to escape into hyperspace soon enough.

"Hey Harry," he heard from behind him. He turned in surprise to see Daniel.

"Doctor Jackson," he said, "I didn't know you were out of the hospital." The man was still visibly unwell, but Harry knew that he looked a lot better than he had a month ago.

"Yes, well," said Daniel, "I might have made a break for it when I heard that we were facing imminent destruction. Again. I also heard that you were under Janet's care recently yourself."

Harry grimaced. "Unfortunately. I'm alright now though."

"That's good. So, I've heard about the plan, but no one's told me how they plan to explain the large explosion this thing's going to create."

"I've heard a few of their ideas. They're thinking of saying that a meteor exploded upon impact with the atmosphere."

"Yeah, well, the conspiracy nuts will probably run with it anyway."

"Says the guy involved in one of the largest conspiracies in the history of this planet," said Harry.

Daniel shrugged. "Any word from Jack or Teal'c?"

Harry shook his head. "The Tollans just called to say that the only thing they could think of is to get rid of the gate."

Daniel laughed. "Anubis has outdone himself if he has the Tollans as stumped as we are."

"Yeah, well it's our turn next. If Jack doesn't manage to destroy the weapon, I'm all for a hunting expedition," said Harry.

"I wish I could volunteer," said Daniel.

"What do your doctors say?" asked Harry, eliciting a sigh from the archeologist.

"I've got another month or two before I'll be anything resembling adequate," said Daniel. "After that, I've got another half a year before they think I'll be ready for active duty."

"What do you think about it?" asked Harry.

"I plan to surprise them," said Daniel.

Harry smiled; glad to hear the fighting spirit in the man. "Good. You know, I've been thinking that I might just surpass Doctor Frasier's expectations as well."

"Oh?" asked Daniel.

"She said not to use my powers for 48 hours, but they say it's dangerous for Sam to try to land without any fuel, and if the Prometheus doesn't get here in a timely manner, I've half a mind to go up and get her myself."

"Are you sure the first thing you should be doing with your powers is teleporting yourself?"

"I said that I'd give the Prometheus a chance," said Harry defensively. He'd be close to the Doctor's timeframe in any case. He knew that he was being more concerned over Sam's safety than he normally was, but everything about the current situation set him on edge.

"So," said Daniel, "did you meet Jonas Quinn over there?" he indicated across the room to the alien man.

Harry nodded. "General Hammond introduced us. He said that getting rid of the gate was sort of Jonas's idea."

Daniel nodded. "He's got a good head on his shoulders. I've been telling Jack that he could make a good replacement for me, until I get back."

"What did Jack say?"

"He didn't seem very excited about the idea," Daniel admitted.

Across the room, McKay's voice called out, "Velocity at 26,000. Main engine burn… now," he said.

Harry held his breath. Everything was going according to plan, but this was the moment of truth. If Sam didn't make escape velocity now, she would have to send the F-302 into hyperspace and eject, which was a risky maneuver.

"Starflight has reached 40,000," McKay said. There was a collective sigh of relief. "Main engine burn is still going, she's maximizing distance."

Harry looked over to the countdown clock, which was down to just over two minutes.

"Main burn is over," said McKay, "Starflight is releasing the gate."

A few seconds later, the man representing Mission Control via satellite uplink spoke up. "We can confirm that Starflight has jumped into hyperspace. The Stargate is still traveling away from the Earth." There were a number of cheers through the room. Across the room, Harry saw that the General was still waiting for more; probably that the Stargate had exploded with minimal ill effect.

A couple of minutes later, still glued to his laptop, McKay asked, "Is that it?"

"That was the explosion," said Mission Control, "our people are reporting a flash in the sky."

"Is that all?" asked the General.

"I'm getting reports that a few satellites have gone dark. We're expecting a small concussive force down here; nothing that you'd feel. Unless you have DirecTV, you're in the clear."

There were more cheers this time, and the General looked satisfied.

"We're picking up Major Carter, again," said McKay.

Sam's voice came up on the speakers, "Mission Control, it was quite a sight up here." Harry relaxed into his chair with a smile.

The General spoke into the microphone. "I can imagine, Major. Congratulations on a job well done."

"Thank you, sir."

Harry didn't have to bother going to get Sam; five hours later, the Prometheus entered the Solar System. Harry and Daniel were still in the conference room with General Hammond and a few others. It was Jack who answered their hails.

"Colonel," said General Hammond, "what is the status of your mission?"

"Anubis is short one super weapon, one Stargate, and two motherships."

General Hammond smiled broadly, and Harry smirked at the thought of Anubis losing so much to Earth soldiers and technology.

"Sir, we also lost four good pilots in the battle."

General Hammond nodded solemnly. "Their sacrifice will not be wasted. We're going to make Anubis bleed for each one of them."

It was a sentiment shared through the room.

!

Sirius was gasping for breath as he jerkily ran towards the large complex that supposedly housed the second Stargate. He had been found a mile back, and he had had to fight off the two wizards that had discovered him. He had seconds left before reinforcements would reach him. Reaching the outskirts of the building, the already disillusioned man cast a quick Diffindo at his palm, slicing it open. He allowed a generous amount of blood to fall to the ground before he chanted the ancient incantation: Servo totus sicco dum meus cruor ago. Technically it was a bastardization of an ancient incantation, but it would do what he needed, and for the first time he mentally thanked his mother for making him learn the old magic. It was a weak spell actually, but for so long as one blood cell that he had bled onto the ground lived, the building would keep anyone and everyone out. Considering the cold temperature though, he didn't have much time, and he cast a weak warming charm on the area.

Sirius approached a small door. It was guarded by one man, and he Stupefied the guard before unlocking the entrance. Using the point me spell, Sirius made his way invisibly through the complex until he finally reached the large room containing the Stargate. It was more impressive than he had imagined. He cast a muggle repelling charm on the room before sealing it.

Turning around, Sirius examined the two alien machines: the gate and the dialing device. The gate was covered by some manner of shield, which fit within the circle opening. First things first, Sirius destroyed the metal shield and banished the pieces. He turned to the dialing device and cast the spell he had developed for just this purpose. Iungo iterum. Nothing happened.

Sirius cursed and examined the device before him. There was a box on top of it, and Sirius opened it to reveal a large red crystal. Supposing that it was a piece of the device that they had removed, Sirius pulled out the crystal and cast Alohamora at the device. The top red button clicked open, and a plate at the bottom fell off. Sirius swung open the red button first, revealing a spot that looked like it would fit the crystal. He placed the large crystal into the device, and immediately the crystal and the surrounding pieces all lit up. Grinning, Sirius replaced the lid and cast his spell once more.

Buttons on the device began to light up, and the wheel on the gate began to spin as it lit up as well. Sirius let out a quick cheer as he grinned up at the Stargate. He cast a quick spell upon himself, which would protect him from both extremes of pressure and temperature; he didn't know what he would find on the other side. The gate finished dialing and a blue vortex shot out of it, before falling back into a shimmering pool that looked like water.

Sirius walked forward, not hesitating in the face of the magnificent sight. His feet faltered when he heard over a dozen pops from Apparation. He turned to face his attackers, raising a shield as he backed up towards the gate. Sirius conjured a swarm of bees before banishing the lot towards them. The bees were met with fire, even as Sirius launched spells through the blaze, and defended from the Russian spells coming back at him. Nearly at the pool of light, Sirius turned and jumped through the gate. It was not before a sickly blue spell struck him in the head though.

The first thought that entered his head as he appeared on the other side was not amazement over the fact that he had just traveled to another planet; it was that his head had never hurt more than it did now. His second thought was that he was surrounded by water. Even through the pain, he managed a quick and garbled bubblehead charm. Able to breathe once more, Sirius took several deep breaths as he concentrated on pushing the pain aside. The gate next to him shut down.

He had no idea what the spell was that had hit him, but he could feel what it was doing to him. Memories were being eaten away; his past was being taken from him. Knowing that he didn't have much time, Sirius swum to the dialing device and focused on remembering the spell he had created to find Harry.

"Oratio pro Harry Potter, meus filius per sacramentum." His wand wrenched out of his hand and pointed to one of symbols on the gate. He repeated the process six more times, even as he struggled to focus on it, and not on what he was losing. The symbols all pressed, Sirius fumbled for the information on what to do next. He remembered the red button and pressed it, and once more the vortex of light rushed out.

Sirius swam forward. As he reached the gate, he perceived an odd sensation through the pain, as though the water was pulling away from him. He swam through the event horizon and was dry when he fell out on the other side. He finally let himself collapse, staying on the ground. He lay on the stone platform, staring up at the blue sky, as footsteps approached him. A man leaned over him, and Sirius struggled to hold on to why he was there.

"I have to protect Harry," he whispered to the man above him. "I need to find my godson." He repeated himself over and over, keeping the one though in the front of his mind, so that it could be safe from the spell. He didn't stop.

A/N: You never expected for me to make it easy on Sirius, now did you? At least he has made it off Earth. This branch of the story is going to end within a few chapters, but I am already planning a sequel. You're all lucky to be getting this chapter, since it's a rather hectic time. I'm a student again this Monday (with no open classes), and fires are threatening my home. Fear not though, I am working now on the next chapter of A New Home.