Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Stargate Sg1. If I did… well, you already know what would happen at this point.
AN: It's a short one, I know. It's just a filler chapter. However, the next one'll have a lot of explosions, believe you me.
May 31, 1998: Milky Way: Protected Planet
"It's good to be back," Harry commented as he and Tomas walked through the streets of the latter's home world, Midgar. The planet, a highly advanced technological state, had never been attacked by the Goa'uld thanks to the Protected Planet's Treaty. Thus they had been able to advance far beyond anything Earth had been able to accomplish, including military technology.
"Yeah, everyone here's missed you," Tomas laughed. In fact, no one recognized the youths.
"Very funny," Harry said sarcastically. "Why'd we even come into the city?"
"Well, you said you had some new weapon design, right?" Tomas wondered rhetorically. "Well, seeing as how human guidance systems are only 'good enough', I thought that maybe we could get a team of scientists to work on it."
"Yeah, well, they're going to want something in return…" Harry reasoned. "And what do you suppose that will be?"
"Who knows? Maybe they'll want you to design a ship for them. I hear you've been doing quite a bit of that recently." Tomas dived out of the way to avoid a punch. "I don't know, but it won't be too bad."
May 31, 1998: Milky Way: Protected Planet
"I wasn't under the assumption that eighty pounds of C4 wasn't bad."
"I said too bad, remember?"
"That's not the point."
The duo walked casually away from the helicopter pad towards a small house near an equally small grove of trees. Quaint, the two story house was the place where Harry and Tomas had spent most of their childhood growing up. Tomas opened the door and poked his head in.
"I'm home!"
"Oh Tomas, you're just in time for dinner," his mother smiled. The brown haired woman wore a white apron as she placed dinner, a large turkey on the table. Then she caught sight of the other man. "Harry, I didn't know you were home!" She placed the turkey down and rushed to the closing door. She took her surrogate son into her arms.
"Hello Aunt Kara," Harry smiled as he hugged his relative. "How've you been?"
"Oh, we've been alright," Kara replied as she released him. "Ronnie, come here!"
"Coming mom," a young girl, probably around eight or nine, called. The golden haired child walked into the room. "What is it you wanted…?" She caught sight of the other two occupants. "Harry!" she squealed in surprise and rushed over.
The teen dropped down on his knees and brought the girl into a hug.
"Hey there munchkin," Harry greeted happily standing up again. The girl slapped his arm in mock anger. "Ouch, that hurt." He dropped her to the ground though in a way in which she could not get hurt. "You must be getting stronger. I know that you couldn't hurt me back when you were two. How old are you now? Three or four?" He jumped away to avoid a swat.
"You really did come in just in time," Kara smiled at the transactions. "Please Harry, join us for dinner."
"This is one of the main reasons I came back," Harry laughed.
June 1, 1998: Milky Way: Protected Planet
"Go fish," Harry replied as his little cousin drew a card from the deck. "Tomas, do you have any twos?"
"Bastard," Tomas muttered as he threw the card over at his relative who caught it with pristine accuracy.
"Hey Gremlin, got any fours?" Harry inquired.
"How do you know these things?" she wondered as she handed the card over.
"So, Ronnie, how's school going?" Harry wondered. "Tomas, got any eights?" He took another card from his older cousin.
"Well, it's been pretty boring actually," Ronnie groaned. "The teacher is just so boring! I can barely catch anything he says!"
"It's important to get an education, sis," Tomas advised. "Go fish, Harry. Ronnie, got any nines?"
"Go fish," she replied. "I don't see why I need an education if I'm just going to be flying Mobile Suits for most of my life."
"They don't just put people in those things, even if they are the Gray Phoenix's little sister," Harry explained. "You need to know a lot of things before they'll even let you near one of those things."
"Uncle Thor let you fly a Mobile Suit when you were thirteen!" she insisted. "How much could you possibly know in that short span of time?"
"Ronnie, that situation was different," Harry assured.
"How's that so?"
"I designed the machine," Harry smiled. "Ronnie, got any sevens?"
"How does he always know?" she wondered as she handed over the card.
June 2, 1998: Milky Way: Protected Planet
"Yo Harry, the government called!" Tomas yelled into the living room where Harry sat playing chess with Ronnie. "They said that they just completed a new guidance system and are willing to share!"
"That's great!" Harry replied. "Check, Ron."
"Bah," Ronnie muttered in disgust. She moved her king back two spaces. Harry moved a knight to the second to last row.
"Checkmate," Harry smiled. "You know Ron; if you want to be a pilot, you'd better learn strategy. If you can't even beat your older cousin at chess, how can you ever hope to kill a Replicator?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "Hey, can I come with you back to Earth?" Her eyes switched over to their puppy dog format.
"I don't know, Gremlin," Harry shook his head. "Earth is a pretty dangerous place. I'm not sure you'd survive too long out there."
"When are you going back?" she wondered as Tomas walked into the room.
"Well, I provided the designs of the Chimera to the worker factory," Harry shrugged. "If they can work on that while I'm gone, it should go over pretty well. To answer your question, I'll probably head back later tonight." She looked at him shocked and saddened. "Sorry, kiddo, I've got work to do. I never told my friends that I'd be on vacation. They just kind of accept it." He shrugged again.
"Just be glad that you were able to steal him for as long as you did," Tomas smiled.
"What am I, a…" Harry was cut off by a loud beeping from his belt. He grabbed his Coronal Remote (Evil Laugh). His eyes widened as he checked the problem.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Tomas asked cautiously.
"Earth's under attack by a fleet of Goa'uld Motherships," came the quiet reply.