Disclaimer: I obviously don't own the idea of Harry Potter or any of the money making forms of it, and that sadly goes the same with Stargate SG-1 and anything else that happens to pop up.
A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews :D.
Clarification: I'm sorry for the causing the obvious confusion about who Earth's last Guardian was. Jovon wasn't Earth's last Guardian, but used to be a Guardian a long time ago. Jovon's duties now are more widespread across the galaxy, being an Ancient with the responsibility for ensuring his worlds are where they should be. The Wizarding World does not know about Jovon (though names of past known Guardians are recorded somewhere in some seriously secure places).
I will go more into the background of Jovon later. Hope this clears up some confusion.
Part 9: The Potions Master
They made their way down the corridors, Sabin now walking beside Jack, the Headmaster on Jack's other side, tenderly holding Fawkes against his robes in his warm wrinkled hand. Minerva was walking next to Sam and Mike, who were all behind Sabin, Jack and Albus. Teal'c and Daniel took up the rear.
Sabin looked across Jack to look at Fawkes, happy he was able to return him and that Albus wasn't mad at him for taking him in the first place.
"Would you like to carry him, Sabin?" Albus asked, offering the alert and pleased chick while stopping in the hall, expecting Jack to either take Fawkes to hand to Sabin, or for Sabin to go over and get him himself.
Well, neither of those things happened; instead, Sabin smiled broadly, extended his free hand out (the other was holding Jack's left hand), and curled his fingers slightly towards himself.
Fawkes, who was sitting expectantly on Dumbledore's outstretched hand, promptly leapt off, flapping his pathetic, but adorable, little wings as hard as he could.
Minerva gasped, spotting this from between Jack and Dumbledore and expecting to see the helpless fledgling plummet onto the cold stone floor. Thankfully, that didn't happen; instead, Fawkes stretched out his little wings and glided in front of Jack towards Sabin's open hand.
Albus stared in shock and wonder.
The Guardian taught him wandless magic? he wondered, looking to Jack who seemed unfazed by Sabin levitating Fawkes by him.
Unknown to Dumbledore, Jack and the other members of SG-1 had seen Sabin move things like this all the time, particularly when bringing a pie to Jack in the cafeteria.
"He reminds me of a fighter jet, wouldn't surprise me if I saw him dive bomb," Jack stated, quite amused, which only gave Sabin an idea.
Looking at Fawkes, who gave Sabin a sly impish nod of 'have at it', Sabin smiled mischievously.
"Like this?" Sabin asked, at first slowly moving his hand before him, before suddenly shooting the carefree familiar of Albus Dumbledore to 'fly' loop-de-loops before them all.
"Chirp-Chirp!" Fawkes happily cried, before going higher and turning towards them.
"INCOMING!!!" Jack couldn't help but playfully shout, pretty sure what Sabin was going to do next.
Fawkes then tucked his little fluffy stubs against his fuzzy sides and dived towards them, releasing what Dumbledore and the others could only describe as Phoenix laughter, though it also reminded Jack of a hyper thrill of a young eagle.
Jack and the others (save for Sabin and Teal'c) moved to duck as the red downy missile swooped down.
Dumbledore (who had gotten over having a near heart-attack) was now laughing, knowing that if Fawkes was enjoying himself, there was no danger.
Minerva, however, had her hand over her heart, still quite concerned as she took cover.
Sam and Daniel were openly laughing, playing along with the 'Fawkes's a missile; DUCK!' game.
Mike was beside himself, having crouched down with the others, tears in his eyes as he laughed at the pure randomness of it all, as well as seeing Jack's playful side first hand again.
Fawkes circled around, Sabin and the others barely noticing the audience growing at all the entrances to the hall as Fawkes completed another dive, grazing Albus' hat.
Fawkes gave another loud chirp, warning he was coming a third time, as Sabin brought him about, leading him towards his hands, which were now both free.
At the end of the hall Jack and the others had been heading down, the students watching were now also giggling; however, their carefree mood suddenly ceased.
The group of students split as a dark robed man made his way through, all of them worried about what he might do.
Catching Fawkes without a moment to spare, Sabin protectively brought Fawkes to himself, not quite sure what to make of this robed man who had tried to blast them during their first visit.
"Ah, Severus, glad we ran into you," Albus said calmly, now standing up straight since the dive bombing fledging was no longer in the skies.
Severus continued forward, clearly itching to pull out his wand, his eyes firmly set on Jack. Dumbledore saw this and immediately decided to act before something irreversible happened.
"Severus, this is Colonel Jack O'Neill, a friend of Minerva's cousin, Michael. Colonel, this is Professor Severus Snape, our Potions Master," Albus smoothly introduced, very conscious of the fact they were being watched by over half the school population and a good majority of his staff now.
Snape continued his untrusting gaze on Jack as he moved before him in an obvious confronting manner, stopping two yards away and narrowing his eyes.
They locked eyes, but before any of them could do anything else, Sabin instantly stepped between them. He raised his right hand back, telling Jack to not do anything while alerting Snape to his presence. He looked up to the Potions Master, staring unblinkingly into his dark eyes that seemed to be colder than space.
Sabin knew what Snape had been about to do. He had sensed the obscure mind force about to meet Jack's, and he didn't like it.
There was unnecessary aggression behind it.
With a silent Fawkes still in his grasp, Sabin decided to get a better idea of the dark man in front of him before he decided on what physical action to take…
Reaching into the Professor's mind, he found formidable barriers, but feeling he was justified to assess the mind of a possible threat, he eased himself through the defensive walls, causing Snape to bring his hands up to his head in shock and confusion, though not in pain, as he was unable to break eye contact.
Peering in, his purpose only needing him to be within for an instant, Sabin gathered everything he wanted to know about the man before pulling out. He really didn't like being in a mind of someone who didn't want him there, but this had been necessary.
Now fully aware of the shocked silence around him and the alarmed, heavily breathing Potions Master, who was still clutching his head in disturbed surprise, Sabin took a step forward, further distancing himself from the others, and causing more surprise to emit from the Potions Master.
Ignoring the stunned reactions of the other professors and the whispering students, Sabin voiced his findings, further shocking those around him as his voice echoed softly throughout the hall, all of them wondering how all this came to be in such a short amount of time.
"You are full of darkness, but are not evil. You are malicious, but not heartless. You know love and honor, and feel a strong duty to protect them both. And I am glad you no longer serve Hatred," Sabin said, his eyes glancing at Snape's arm before meeting his dark eyes again. "But you must banish this guilt. Know you can only do so much and that sometimes it is not enough, but also know you are still needed. Your purpose goes beyond just fighting evil, it is raising the next generation in a way that evil will not get the chance to rise again."
Sabin broke eye contact, backing up until he felt Jack's hands come to rest on his shoulders, everyone unbelievably silent.
Fawkes broke the silence with a gentle thrill, for which they were all grateful, but everyone remained frozen.
Lowering his hands, Snape peered down at the young boy before him.
A million thoughts were going through his head, but they were all chaotic and running rampant. He would have to think on this, especially about the piercing green eyes that immediately reminded him of Lily's…
He turned his head and found Albus looking at him, somehow both in concern and pride. He then looked back to the child while avoiding all other eye contact.
"I never thought I'd hear such advice from one so young," Snape stated, thankful for his gift to appear calm in situations he was not.
"Age is relative," Sabin replied simply.
That earned Sabin a smirk from the darkly clothed Potions Master who now had his breathing under control.
"I suppose it is," Snape admitted, his eyes focusing hard on the three foot, four inch tall child, trying to decide what to make of him.
This was no normal child, of that he was certain.
By now, the professors who were with the students at the ends of the hall began shuffling the students away, reminding them they had tests coming up soon, and that they needed to be ready for them. With some sighs and moans, the students retreated, but not without getting one last glance at the child who appeared to have dismayed their ice cold Professor.
The professors, unlike their departing students, edged forward, curious to know who these guests were, and why the man they had seen appear in the Great Hall was among them.
They kept their distance though, still trying to comprehend what they had just seen.
Why had they seen, they assumed, Fawkes, flying around when he should be unable? What had happened to Snape? Why had this child stepped between him and this stranger? And what were they supposed to do now?
Dumbledore took that moment to step beside Jack and Sabin.
"Severus, this is Sabin, Colonel Jack O'Neill's protégé, as Michael had introduced him to me," he said, Teal'c and the others stepping up as well.
Albus quickly introduced them all, Severus merely giving each a nod of his head in acknowledgement, the other Professors coming around as well.
The professors eyed each of SG-1, but ultimately came to either staring at Sabin or Jack.
"I see," Snape stated as Jack glanced at the people who had gathered near.
Dumbledore then introduced the professors to Sabin and SG-1.
"This is Professor Filius Flitwick, Head of Ravenclaw; he also teaches Charms. This is Madam Poppy Pomfrey, our school nurse. Professor Pomona Sprout; she teaches Herbology and is Head of Hufflepuff. Madam Rolanda Hooch, our flight instructor and Quidditch referee. And here is Professor Hubert Morts, our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore finished, Sabin and the others nodding and politely greeting each."Well, now that Fawkes is no longer in the air and introductions have been made, we will see you all at dinner, if Michael and his companions desire to; but for now, we have things to discuss in my office," Dumbledore told his staff, more or less excusing them as he looked to Jack and Michael, as if for permission.
"Sounds good to me, sure should beat what we had yesterday, right Daniel?" Jack asked.
Daniel seemed to shade into a light pigment of green at the mention of yesterday's food incident.
"Don't remind me," he muttered.
"Dinner here it is then," Dumbledore declared happily, the other professors turning to leave, save McGonagall.
Snape was about to leave as well, so he could think, taking one last gaze at Sabin, but Dumbledore spoke before he could.
"Severus, I believe you should accompany us. There are things you should hear as well," he stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Very well, Headmaster," he stated.
"You're not going to try and stupefy me or anything, are you?" Jack asked as they began walking, Snape about to walk alongside Minerva.
They all stopped. Again.
Daniel tried not to roll his eyes while Sam gave an internal, 'Oh brother'. Teal'c seemed impassive, where as Sabin seemed intrigued.
"Unless you give me reason to, like kidnapping the Headmaster's phoenix for instance," Snape replied flatly, though not with excessive malice, which surprised both McGonagall's and pleased Dumbledore.
"That was an accident, and you didn't give us much choice," Jack returned.
"I could say the same is true for myself. You didn't give me much choice when you broke into the Headmaster's office and removed his phoenix from his place."
"Alright, then it's settled. No more twig—"
"Wand," Mike corrected.
"—Wand waving, and no more phoenix-napping. Okay?"
"Agreed," Snape stated, before they stared each other down, as if measuring each other up and searching for deceptions.
After a few more seconds of that, Jack held out his hand for Snape to take, which he did.
"Well, now that we all know you two aren't going to try to kill each other, if I remember correctly, the Headmaster has something to discuss with us," Mike said.
"Yes, thank you Michael," Dumbledore said.
They then went off to Dumbledore's office, Jack trusting Teal'c to keep an eye on the Snape behind him, just in case.
- - -
After going down a few more corridors, Jack and Sabin found themselves in a familiar place.
"Jack, Jack! Look, the statue!" Sabin said excitedly, running ahead with Jack close behind, the others wondering what the excitement was all about.
The others were a few paces behind as Sabin and Jack stopped before the gargoyle.
"Kind of scary looking, huh?" Sabin remarked as Jack touched it with his hand, wondering why it wasn't moving aside like last time.
"Yeah, sort of," Jack admitted, pondering how old the stone under his hand was — Dumbledore now behind them, about to say the password… when it suddenly moved aside.
"Ooh, nice," Jack stated, oblivious to the shocked stares of those behind him, only conscious to Sabin's grin beside him.
Jack and Sabin stepped aside, to politely allow Albus to lead them up.
"I take it that is how you entered my office last time?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling.
"Pretty much," Jack answered as Dumbledore led them up.
They all entered, the room magically adjusting to provide the needed space, but now they needed more seats.
Albus pulled out his wand to remedy this once he was behind his desk, but the moment he did, several things happened.
"THERE HE IS, ALBUS! THE MAN WHO—"
"Chirp!" Fawkes interrupted loudly, cutting the shouting portraits off.
Sabin and the others shot their attention towards the voices, looking up to find over a dozen pair of eyes on them.
Sabin pet Fawkes on the head, staring at the 2-dimensional people above them.
"Wow," Jack breathed, "picture people. Sweet."
The portraits seemed to ignore his comment as they looked to Dumbledore.
"Albus, what is going on?" Dippet asked.
"A great deal," he stated mysteriously, his eyes setting on Sabin.
Sabin turned and met his gaze, no one doing or saying anything for a long moment.
"Everyone in this room, I would like an oath of secrecy," Dumbledore said simply. "Anything and everything I say from this point must not be repeated. Is that understood?"
They all looked at him, wondering what had caused this shift, but none of them argued, but nodded in agreement. He then waved his wand and chairs appeared.
"That's a nice trick," Jack got out, poking one of the chairs before taking a seat, since he saw that Mike had sat down.
Sam followed suit, but vowed to read up on these people and magic to learn the science behind it all. Daniel made a similar promise, while Teal'c wondered why he had gotten stuck with the pick fluffy bunny patterned chair before sitting down as well.
Snape, Minerva, Mike, and Teal'c were seated on the left side, Snape closest to the desk. Sabin, Jack, Daniel and Sam were to the right, Sabin sitting on Jack's lap and across from Snape. Teal'c and Sam were next to each other, and directly in front of Dumbledore.
Now that they were all settled, everyone feeling the serious nature of the upcoming conversation, they looked to Dumbledore, who was seated behind the large desk.
"Lemon Drops anyone?" Dumbledore asked, sliding a bowl towards them.
"We'll take one," Jack said, picking two up after seeing the old man plop one in his mouth. He handed the second one to Sabin who took it happily.
"Mmm," Jack said. "This is good, but you should try Everlasting Gobstoppers."
"Gobstoppers?" Albus asked curiously.
"Yeah, they last for a long while and they change colors too," Jack answered.
"Hm, I'll have to look for a package of those," Dumbledore said with interest, before becoming serious once again.
He glanced at the portraits, and then refocused on Sabin. He leaned forward, putting his hands on the desk.
"Sabin, what is your name?" Dumbledore asked.
Sabin and the others looked at him as if he had lost his mind, Snape was even wondering what had possessed him to ask that question.
"Manchu Sabin Norard," Sabin answered.
"When were you given that name? Do you remember?" he asked, watching curiously as Sabin seemed to bask in a memory before answering.
"Yes, I remember. It was a few months ago," he answered, now wanting to know what the Headmaster was getting at.
Albus paused at Sabin's odd answer, but decided to press on.
"Did you have a name before that? Like the one you are given after you were born?"
"No, I went by 'Child' or 'Little One'," he answered honestly, seeing no harm in doing so.
"Sabin, what would you say if I told you I know the name you were given after your birth?"
"I would say you are either lying, crazy, or telling the truth."
Snape hid a smile (enjoying the comment directed at the man people normally never spoke so frankly to), while Jack gave a slight chuckle, which was joined with Mike's, Sam's, Daniel's, and Dumbledore's. Minerva smiled, deciding the boy was definitely adorable.
"Well, I don't know if I can say I'm not crazy, but I can say with solid conviction that I am not lying, but am telling the truth."
Jack and the others looked at each other, not knowing what to think, as Sabin leaned back, reading from the old man that he was telling the truth.
"I know the name you were given at birth; I knew your parents, and had sworn to them that if anything had happened to them, I would keep you safe," he continued.
"What were their names?" Sabin asked, honestly not really caring about his own.
The name he had been given by the archive was his real name now.
"Lily and James Potter," Dumbledore answered.
Mike, Minerva, and Snape all gasped.
Jack and the others didn't know what to think. Sure, Mike had told them about the 'Potter Incident' the night before, could this man be right?
Sam especially was going over what they knew in her head, trying to determine if this was possible.
It was.
"Albus, are you, are you…sure?" Minerva asked, hand over her heart, leaning forward, her eyes already tearing up as she gazed at Sabin, now clearly seeing the similarities between him and his parents.
Snape just stared at Sabin, not knowing what to think as he kept on his cold stern face on, though his eyes betrayed him.
Lily's son was alive? His actions in the war had not resulted in the loss of everything that Lily held dear? Something of Lily still existed, and had not been lost... This child… no matter the relation to James, was Lily's…
Oh, he had been such a fool!
He continued to stare at Sabin, who looked like a miniature James but had Lily's eyes, and Snape couldn't help but run the boy's previous words again in his mind.
How had he done what he had? Legilimency?! For a child his age?
At first, Snape had been trying to make himself think up a way this 'Sabin' could be a disguise, but now…
This child had spoken words that had actually shaken him to the core, and before it had only been Lily who could say such things to him and have him actually listen.
"Lily…" Sabin whispered, the memory that had been instrumental in him choosing to become a Guardian surfacing...
"Who do you think he will be like, Lily?" a man's voice asked.
"He'll probably like you, he already looks like you," Lily answered.
"But he has your eyes."
"Well, whoever he is like, I just want him to be happy, and use the most of what he has to help those he loves, just like us…"
"Sabin?" Jack asked, his arms wrapping around Sabin comfortingly, feeling the confused sense of loss from him.
Sabin looked up to Dumbledore before doing several things in quick succession.
He raised Fawkes from his lap, levitating Fawkes and gently setting him in his bed of ash, and then sat up straight in Jack's lap, most of the others frozen after seeing his blatant wandless abilities again.
"I need to think," Sabin spoke, his voice quiet, before...
--POOF--
"SABIN!" Jack shouted, jumping up, already turning to run out and look for him, but Teal'c stopped him before he made it to the door.
Taking hold of his arm, Teal'c spoke.
"Let him be, O'Neill. He will return; the young Guardian has a great amount to think about."
Jack sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging.
He slowly turned back to Dumbledore, finding him open-mouthed, wide-eyed, and utterly thunderstruck.
- - -
Gryffindor Common Room
Charlie was a first year, and was twelve years old. He had just joined his brother, Bill, who was a third year, in the common room.
The common room was fairly empty now, since most of the Gryffindors were outside or at the library, wanting to do more than just sit around.
Like everyone who had been shooed away from the hall, Charlie was very curious about what had gone on, and rumors were already spreading. One even said that the black haired boy was Snape's long lost son.
Charlie shook his head at that one.
"Charlie, so what did you see?" Bill asked him, sitting down on the couch beside him.
"Dumbledore and a few strangers laughing their bums off while a small red fluffy thing dive bombed them," Charlie answered.
Bill laughed. "Yeah, me too. You know, they're saying that was Fawkes."
"Fawkes? The Headmaster's Familiar?" Charlie asked, wondering how a fledgling could fly.
"Yup. Did you see that man Snape seemed to want to murder?"
"The one the kid ste—"
--POOF--
"AHHHH!!!"
Charlie and Bill both dived over the couch, while the others in the room (which included two second year girls and a fifth year boy) screamed and ran.
Seconds passed, and silence had come over all who were still present, meaning only the Weasley brothers.
Charlie peeked around the couch, closely followed by Bill.
What, or rather who, they found surprised them.
It's that little kid… Charlie thought.
Sabin was sitting on the floor, hugging his knees, against the comfy chair in front of the fireplace, deep in thought.
Charlie and Bill looked at each other before coming to a silent understanding and giving each other a curt nod.
They slowly approached the boy, who seemed to have the power to apparate and disapparate at will. Kneeling on either side of him, they quickly gathered he was troubled.
"Hey kid, what's up?" Bill asked gently.
Sabin looked up with his eyes, quickly feeling for intentions. Finding them honorable, he secretly put up a silencing zone around them, in case someone came in the room later.
"I just learned some things…" he answered, knowing these two could be trusted.
"About what?" Charlie asked, the younger of the two.
"About my family," he said quietly, looking down in thought.
Bill and Charlie shared a significant 'no way…' look.
Was that 'lost son' rumor actually true?
Charlie cleared his throat.
"Like…who your father is?" he asked, hesitantly.
Sabin's head shot up, clearly surprised.
"How did you know?" he asked.
Bill and Charlie could only blink for a long pregnant moment, both screaming in their minds: He's Snape's son?!?
"Well," Bill began, his voice cracking, "I can understand why this is such a shock for you, but it could be worse. You could have never learned the truth."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, I could have never learned about that part of myself," Sabin admitted, trying to understand what all of this could mean for him later.
He was the Guardian of his own home world.
"Oh, I'm Charlie Weasley, and this is Bill, my older brother," Charlie said, remembering they had forgotten to introduce themselves.
"I'm Sabin."
"That has a nice ring to it," Bill said, deciding this was a good way to cheer the kid up.
Sabin Snape, he thought.
"Yeah, your name works well with your father's," Charlie added supportively, following his brother's lead.
"Really? Hmm…I suppose I could go by Sabin Potter, but I'm still keeping my other name," Sabin said with a smile.
Bill and Charlie gaped.
"P-p…what?" Bill asked.
He is the right age…and I've heard Mr. Potter had black hair, and his wife had green eyes… Bill reasoned through stumbling thought.
"What?" Sabin asked, suddenly feeling extreme awe and shock from them both.
"Who…who're your parents? I might have, uh…jumped to conclusions earlier…" Bill said awkwardly.
"Lily and James Potter," Sabin answered, wondering why they were acting like this now. Didn't they seem to know what was going on earlier?
"Bloody hell…" Bill breathed, before Charlie broke into unrestrained laughter.
We've just met THE Harry Potter who seems to have just learned who he is! AND, he seems to be able to transport himself around at will!
Dad and the others will never believe this…
- - -
Coming up: Ripples
A/N: I hope you like what I decided to do with Snape. Keep in mind that Snape thought (just like everyone else) that Harry was as good as dead, and knowing that he was part of the reason why Voldemort went after the Potter's to begin with must be a heavy burden, especially when Harry vanished without a trace. His hostility would not have had time to fuel itself, since he had believed for a long while that the Potter family was no more.
Hope you enjoyed it :)