Disclaimer: Do I really have to say it? I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!!!!
November 6, 1997: Milky Way: Earth: High Orbit: Corona
Harry snickered as he beamed the Stargate Personnel from the observation deck to the bridge. They were either disgruntled or amazed depending on the experience of the person. He supposed that none of them had actually seen Earth from orbit. It wasn't anything new for him. After all, he had first seen it in 1993 when he and his father had returned to Earth to retrieve an artifact that was in an asteroid headed for the planet.
The SGC was a motley crew when it came to space travel. They had all been in space and had all seen the power of the Corona. Harry suspected that most of them were thinking that if he wanted to, Harry could destroy the entire planet's militaries without breaking a sweat. For the most part, they were right.
"So Harry, what exactly were you planning to do in orbit over Earth?" Jack asked.
"Well, originally I was just going to beam up the President of the United States to a peace talk between me and you but then I thought that it would be rude to forcefully take someone from their own house without any warning," Harry stated. "Instead, SG1 and General Hammond will be sent down to the planet as holograms to secure diplomatic relations between our two peoples. When you have secured a meeting, I will beam up your representatives and the talks will begin. The rest of the personnel on this ship will be removed during this time."
"You've really thought this out, haven't you?" Daniel said.
"When you spend most of your time sitting in a chair traveling between the stars you tend to create scenarios for whatever problems you may or may not face in the future," Harry informed them. "I'm ready for just about everything right now. Jack, you and your team should be ready to be down there at any time."
"When are we going down?" Jack asked.
"You'll head down in about… now," Harry said. He beamed them down to the communications deck which was already prepared to send their holograms down to the planet's surface immediately. To SG1 and Hammond, they just suddenly appeared in the oval office.
"Excuse me sir," a Lieutenant, Harper was his name. Harry gave the man his full attention. "Do you ever get tired of doing random things?" Harry smirked at the man's bravery and winked. A fraction of a second later, Harper was beamed down to the observation deck once more.
"Alright, you guys can go back to your duties now," Harry said, beaming the rest of the SGC Personnel down to Cheyenne Mountain Complex, Sublevel 28, Embarkation Room.
Harry lounged for the next ten minutes or so. Half way into his wait he beamed Harper down to the SGC as well. When his ten minute wait was up, he looked down at the White House through the Corona's surveillance system and found SG1, General Hammond and the President standing in the Oval Office looking quite confused about what it was they should be doing. Harry gave them a break and beamed the President to the Conference Room as well as SG1 from their position in the com room. He beamed himself a moment later.
"Good Morning, Mr. President," Harry said as he appeared in the room. It had one large table and exactly twelve seats positioned around it. "It's an honor to finally meet you in person. I'm Harry Potter, Captain of this ship."
"I am Larry Altman, President of the United States of America," the President said. "It's an honor to meet you as well."
"Please, sit wherever you like," Harry insisted. "I never was one for formality. It drove my father crazy." When the room was seated they began the talks.
"So Captain Potter," the President began but Harry interrupted.
"I may be Captain of this ship but I am not called Captain Potter," Harry said. "Please, call me Harry or if you really want to call me by a formal name call me Captain Helios."
"Alright, Captain Helios," Larry said. "What exactly was it that you wanted to speak to me about?"
"Well, as you well know, this ship was just used as the Forward Headquarters in a military operation to secure a weapons cache on another planet," Harry began. "I offered the use of my ship because it was something that I needed to do myself. In my original plans, I was going to take all of the weapons that were there. That is because humans frankly can't be trusted with the keys to the armory until I know that you will use them the right way.
"When we arrived on the planet, it became apparent that I wouldn't be able to do the mission alone or with the help of SG1," Harry continued. "I realized that we would need the help of the SGC in order to retrieve all of the weapons before the Goa'uld did."
"Yes, I remember the phone call quite well," Larry remarked.
"Frankly put sir, your men were instrumental in the retrieval of the weapons and therefore deserve a reward," Harry said. "I can't in my right mind simply take all of the weapons for my own use when it was your men that were put in harms way to retrieve them. Therefore I am willing to make a compromise."
"What did you have in mind?" the President asked.
"As the entire cache is on my ship I would like you to know that I could just kill you and take the weapons for myself," Harry commented. "Fortunately for you, that won't be necessary. I am willing to give you three of the caches that we recovered."
"General Hammond said five on the phone," Larry said confused.
"I made that statement before I realized the true extent of the weapons that were contained in those caches," Harry said. "I am willing to give you the three 'weakest' caches though their strength is entirely decided by their size."
"If we only have three then you will have a serious advantage over us!" the President insisted.
"Mr. President, you are on my intergalactic battleship that has completely wiped two planets off of the face of the galaxy in the past," Harry said. "Earth is no different from any other planet. You say that I would have the advantage with four of the caches but then again, you could have all of the weapons for years and I would still be able to destroy the entire planet with the push of a button. You really must understand your position here and make your decisions appropriately."
The President sighed. "What else do you want?"
"When the Secretary of Defense came to the SGC for a progress report several days ago, he made it seem as though the United States would do whatever it takes to get technology to defend your planet," Harry said. "Frankly, I wouldn't put it past you to try and commandeer this ship. What I need right now is an assurance that that won't happen. If it does any time in the future, not only will you lose me as an ally but you will lose every piece of alien technology that you have attained."
"Isn't that a little extreme?" the President asked slightly scared.
"It is meant to be deterrent," Harry assured. "My third request is that I am allowed to remain on SG1 for an indefinite period of time. Your race has great potential both to destroy the Goa'uld and handle any threat to this galaxy's safety. I believe that we can help each other."
"I'm sure that we can, Captain," Larry said. "What I need to know, however, is just what is it that you can do to help us."
"Although we can be allies and although technically I will be under your command, I am a separate entity," Harry explained. "You can't order me to use my ship any more than you can steal it. I would suggest that you don't even approach me with a request for military action using the Corona. However, I am willing to aid the Tauri in peaceful expeditions or explorations."
"What do you mean?" the President asked.
"I recently watched a television program that talked about how your space program wanted to get to Mars within the next two decades," Harry explained. "I would be willing to facilitate such an expedition through the use of my ship or another mission similar to it."
"That would be an amazing asset," the President said. "What about the movement of our people through the galaxy? Would you be willing to transport some of our military supplies to off-world bases if we ever come up with them?"
"As I said before, you can't order me to do anything regarding my technology," Harry said. "It truly depends on how I feel at the time. If you bring up a request for a transport, I may or may not be willing to allow it."
"Will you cooperate with us in helping us to build our own weapons and ships?" the President asked somewhat hesitantly as it was a touchy subject.
"Yes and no," Harry replied. "I would be willing to help your scientists in creating new technologies for use with your military as well as the actual designing and building of any ship that you have the technology to create. However, I am not willing to loan you any of my technology for your use or study."
"That seems like a reasonable agreement on our part," the President said. "I'm willing to sign any agreement based on this."
"I don't sign agreements," Harry informed him. "A simple verbal assurance is fine by me. As long as you assure me that you will put a stop to any organization of Earth that tries to utilize my technology for their purposes, I accept as well." Harry stood up as did the rest of the room's occupants. "I believe on Earth it is customary to shake hands after such a meeting." The President nodded. Harry approached him and offered his hand. The President took it. "Then we have an agreement."
November 13, 1997: Milky Way: Earth: SGC: Briefing Room
"From what we've been able to gather so far concerning the weapons cache that we retrieved several days ago, the technology inside is much more advanced than anything that we currently possess," Sam said. She was standing up at the head of the room in front of a projector that was displaying several objects found inside one of the caches.
SG1 and the General sat at the table listening to Carter's report. Jack was listening but drawing at the same time. Bart appeared to be very happy riding his skateboard down the side of the nuclear reactor. Daniel had given Sam his full attention at the beginning. Hammond did what he always did and listened patiently. Harry just kind of slept waiting for Sam to ask him a question seeing as how he'd already gone through the caches on the Corona before. Teal'c was, well, Teal'c, meaning stoic as ever. To the outside eye he was listening intently. He was, in fact, trying to figure out what was so familiar about Spock but that was a story for another day.
"Harry, I understand that you've had a chance to go over the weapons caches," Sam said. Harry leaned forward in his seat.
"Yeah, I've taken a look at it," he said. "There are a lot of powerful weapons but I'm not sure that you'll be able to use them. The weapons were made by a race of people that had a specific gene in their system that allowed them to use their technology. Unless any of our ancestors were of that race, it seems pretty unlikely that any of us will be able to use them." He was of course speaking of the agents and he was making it seem as though he was entirely human as well.
"And so the question remains." Everyone looked to Teal'c. The Jaffa warrior had pushed Spock to the back of his mind. "How do we utilize such technology?" Harry was about to speak when an alarm cut him off.
"Unscheduled off-world activation!"