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Einherjar, Control Room

The air crackled as the former Lieutenant Colonel Potter appeared on the bridge, much to the surprise of the on duty soldiers. They stared at him long and hard. "Let's face it," Harry said. "This is not the worst thing you've caught me doing." They went back to work. All but one, rather; Samos sat up from his place at the commander's chair. He'd had a look of utter boredom which had been replaced by amusement at Harry's little joke.

"Colonel, what are you doing back so early?" Samos asked. "And where did that travel thing come from? We could have easily beamed you aboard, right? You don't use Phase Jumps very often." Phase Jumps were a form of transport using energy to create a miniscule hyperspace window for personal. Harry had used the technique before when he needed to travel long distances quickly. He could travel several hundred thousand miles using the technique, traveling between two habitable planets in the same system. He'd known about the power since age 14. What he didn't know was that he'd discovered the most premature form of Magical Apparation.

"In reverse order," Harry started. "I needed a method of travel that would strike fear into someone. Second, I'm not a Colonel anymore. Lastly, the President of the United States allowed a criminal into command of the SGC and didn't even notice. They tried to ground my team and when I tried to resign, they tried to arrest me."

"Rough," Samos shrugged; knowing that the former Colonel didn't take it seriously and thus he didn't need to either. "So what did you do to them?"

"I took away the technology they stole."

"Oh. So, where do we go from here?"

"Well, dad would yell at me if I left Earth undefended so I guess we can't just up and leave," Harry shrugged. "No, we can't leave. We'll just show them how powerless they are. Samos, send an order to the Asgard-Ancients in R&D. Tell them to begin mass-production on Project Hindsight."

"Yokai," Samos nodded. Harry sighed.

"I'd hoped that Marcus wouldn't have spread that trait to you guys. I can barely keep up with what he's saying in English but when he trades over to Japanese I have no idea what to do. Samos, from now on, everyone in this room is forbidden from using Japanese as a response. Is that understood?"

"Yavole!"

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"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh….."

Earth, Oval Office

The President sat at his desk staring at an SGC mission report without really reading it. His mind was on other things, namely the former Lieutenant Colonel Harry Potter. He knew that he couldn't be angry with Potter; all of the young man's claims were all true, his anger well directed. It made him sick to realize just how out of line he was. He'd willingly broken the Alliance when he signed off on the order to reverse engineer the MFX-29 in the form of the MFX-01. Now those squadrons were gone; left dead in the water along with the Copernicus and the Galileo. Over and thousand souls would be dead if they had not had the Prometheus, the Goa'uld mother ship that Harry had given them. If anything the alien man had been generous; he could have just killed them all outright. But that wasn't his style. He was too kind for that.

He sighed; SG-1 had just returned from a mission that had brought back surprising and ironic results. A new race wanted to ally with them. Supposedly they were extremely powerful and extremely generous, willing to give Earth technology in exchange for Gate Addresses, something that they had many of. But it didn't feel right; if they went into this alliance with the Ashen without even trying to salvage the situation, what would it look like to Harry? 'Oh yes, take away everything that you've ever given us after we screwed you over. We'll just go and get our technology from someone else, thanks. Take this lovely cup of the juice dripping out of the Presidential Toilet as a lovely parting gift.' He didn't mean any of that as a joke, either.

Sighing for the nth time that day, the President picked up the phone. "Suzy, get me General Hammond."

Stargate Command, Commissary

SG-1 sans one sat in the commissary. Their food sat on the table untouched. Even Teal'c hadn't touched his plate. Jack said what everyone was thinking.

"Well this just plain sucks." The other three nodded. "But it's not like we can really blame him. He should have done it a long time ago. Hell, I would've done the same thing." They all nodded again. "So, where do we go from here?"

"We could take the Ashen up on their offer," Sam shrugged. Jack glared at her; he'd been wary of the pacifistic Ashen since the second they'd met. "I'm sorry sir, but it is an option. We were less than willing before because we actually had the capability to defend ourselves. Now we have nothing. I'm not blaming Harry for anything; none of us are. But maybe we should accept the needs of the planet instead of the morals of a few."

"Harry Potter has shown himself to be a far more valuable ally than any other race that we have met," Teal'c pointed out. "I believe that it would be more profitable to try and mend the situation rather than turn our backs on him."

"I'm with T," Jack agreed. "Hell, it'd probably be better to join up with him rather than sit around on our fat asses here." The lights dimmed to blackness. A confused SG-1 stared around the room. The commissary's other occupants had frozen, unmoving. Only SG-1 could move. "What the hell?"

"I'm glad that you feel that way, Jack." O'Neill whirled around, coming face to face with none other than Harry Potter himself. The former-Colonel no longer wore his SG Field Uniform. He stood dressed in civilian clothes, similar to what he wore many years before. A black leather jacket adorned his torso, unzipped, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He wore a red undershirt, barely reaching to his collar. Matching black leather pants rested on his legs. Harry's genetically-altered brown hair had grown out from his former brush cut, now reaching down to his shoulders. His green eyes glowed, a satisfied smile on his face. Jack stood warily, testing the ice.

"Harry, how the hell did you get here?" Jack asked slowly. "What the hell did you do?" Harry's smile widened.

"I slowed down time to a near standstill," he explained. "This way we can have a nice and private discussion without any interruptions. So, tell me; what's been going on over the past few days?" Jack blinked at the up front question, answered anyway.

"The President has agreed to meet with the Ashen Confederation leaders," the Colonel explained. Harry's eyes widened slightly, his smile faded. "We met them on our last mission. They're extremely advanced technologically, probably as advanced as you are." Harry stared at him.

"Did… did you just say the 'Ashen Confederation'?" Jack nodded. "Oh shit…" Harry cursed. He pulled out a chair from one of the tables, slumped into it. "You humans can't be trusted for five minutes, can you?"

"What's wrong?" Sam asked concern evident on her face. Harry sighed.

"The Ashen are a race of people that quite frankly shouldn't exist," he explained. "I met them about six years ago. They wiped out a planet, erased its history and enslaved the remnants of its people. They did that with every planet in their system. The only reason they aren't ruling the galaxy is because they don't have hyperspace engines or access to Stargate Addresses." Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. "Jack, I want you to talk to the President on my behalf. Tell him what I just told you. Also, tell him that Harry Potter does not support this alliance he plans to make. If Earth plans to ally with the Ashen you can consider any chance of re-allying with me as 'thrown out the window'. Can you do that for me?" Jack hesitated for a moment. He nodded.

"What are you going to do if the President doesn't listen?" Daniel asked. Harry focused his eyes on the archeologist.

"I believe the term is 'What happens when shit hits the fan?'" Harry said. "I have too much invested in this planet to simply let it fall away into nothingness. If the President chooses to ally with the Ashen after what I've told him, the fate of Earth will be in my hands."

Magical Britain, Ruins of Hogwarts

The telltale burst of a Phase Jump erupted in the air over the Black Lake. "Oh shit." Harry fell two hundred feet into the water below.

The telltale burst of a Phase Jump erupted on the cliff over-viewing the Black Lake, revealing a thoroughly soaked Harry. "Seriously, why do these things happen to me?" he sputtered, ringing out his jacket.

Sighing, the Last Ancient walked down the hill towards the glowing camp of the Denizens of the Magical World. The camp, made of asymmetrical tents and small temporary buildings looked strange on the landscape. It stood out against the serene grounds and rubble, a struggle of life against a land of death and destruction. He drew no strange looks as he walked through the camp towards the central building made of wood. Harry pushed the doors open to the hut and entered inside.

The occupants of the room turned to look at him. These people, mostly wearing robes, stared at the man wearing distinctly Muggle Clothes. A man with an obnoxiously long beard smiled at the sight. "Ah, Harry, it's a pleasure to see you again. To what do we owe this visit?" Dumbledore asked. Harry regarded him warily; he still didn't trust the old man after how he'd so blatantly thrown his life around. In fact, he'd probably never trust the old coot. Dumbledore was, however, a means to an end.

"I've come offering an alliance," Harry said blandly much to the surprise of both Dumbledore and the other occupants in the room, the leaders of the battered Magical World. His eyes traveled around the room as he spoke. "I know; you're already allied with the American Muggles. So was I until quite recently. However, they've broken their agreement with me. It's only a matter of time before they screw you over too."

"What are you suggesting we do?" Dumbledore wondered. Harry's once again focused on the old man.

"Wizards are a powerful race," Harry allowed. "The number of advancements that you can make with technology is virtually unlimited. However, I can now longer access such technology since I am not a member of the American Military anymore. I want to request a few of your wizards come with me; it doesn't really matter who as long as they are somewhat competent. I want them to join me for an uncertain amount of time so that I can see what your race has to offer." Dumbledore blinked at the request.

"It seems to me that you are asking us to go behind the backs of our Muggle Allies," the former Headmaster stated. Harry nodded in agreement.

"That is true, but I can offer far more than the Americans ever could." He stepped forward. "I am a much more valuable ally than the Muggles of all people." Blue lightning crackled around Harry as he disappeared. The young man reappeared behind Dumbledore, leaning over his shoulder. He spoke softly. "At least I know what you're capable of." Dumbledore didn't face him as he answered.

"I will pass your request along," the old man agreed. "However I don't," he started as he turned. But Harry was already gone.

White House, Oval Office

Former Major General Hammond walked into the Oval office, a displeased expression on his face; he probably wasn't going to enjoy this. He entered to see a thoroughly taxed President sitting at his desk, head in hands. Hammond almost felt sorry for him; almost; not quite; getting there but not quite… nope, no real sympathy… moving on.

The President stood as George stepped inside. "George, I wish we could be meeting under better circumstances."

"I wish we weren't meeting at all Mr. President," Hammond replied. The President sighed. "With all do respect sir, I've lost every ounce of respect I once had for you. I only came because Colonel O'Neill asked me to on Harry's behalf. I'm here to deliver Mr. Potter's message and little else."

"Please George, I need you on my side if I'm going to make things right," the President pleaded. "This planet needs all the protection it can get and I need you as a hand reaching out to the stars. You're the only one with the experience capable of doing that."

"Mr. President," Hammond enunciated. The man drew silent. "Shut up." He fell back into his desk. "I am no longer a General under your command; you saw to that, directly or indirectly. I was asked to deliver a message and I'm now going to do that." The President pinched the bridge of his nose and gestured for George to speak. The Former General told the information Jack had told him. (You guys have already read that so I don't need to type it again.) "Mr. President, if you still plan to ally with the Ashen, there will be consequences. You will be fully to blame. I hope you're still man enough to make the right decision." With that, General Hammond turned and left, leaving that title behind him.

(Big important Note: If it seems like the President is getting owned way too much, sorry. I never really liked the guy anyway and it allows the story to proceed much quicker.)

Magical Britain, Cliffs overlooking the Black Lake

"God damn it!" Splash. Ron and Hermione leaned over the edge of the cliffs, staring bewildered down at the rippling lake. Lightning crackled behind them as Harry Jumped back onto the cliff, thoroughly soaked and thoroughly annoyed. "Come on, I can Jump across Solar Systems and land on a dime three times in a row but I can't land on this god damn cliff even once?" The two Mages blinked. Harry finally noticed their presence. "Oh, sorry you had to see that," he said. The two Mages blinked once again. Harry took the time to examine them. They both wore robes that reached down to their ankles. That'll have to go. They wore protective gloves for some reason and had bags at their feet. Their expressions were the kind of disbelief and nervousness. Harry sighed. Seriously, these are the guys that Dumbledore gives me? "Alright, tell me your names.

"I'm Hermione Granger," the one with the bushy brown hair said immediately. She seemed rather excited.

"I'm Ronald Weasley," the one with shockingly red hair said lazily. He didn't share any of his companion's enthusiasm.

"I'm Harry Potter and unless I'm mistaken, you two are the guys that have been assigned as my newest subordinates," Harry said slowly as if talking to a child. Hermione's face contorted. Obviously she didn't like the sound of his voice. Obviously she was going to speak her mind/

"That just doesn't sound right at all," she spoke very quickly. "We weren't assigned this mission; we volunteered! Seriously, you make this entire trip sound like some old military operation. It's not going to be that dark and dreary, is it?" Harry blinked, a sentiment shared by the third party member.

"Do you ever breathe?" Harry asked in annoyance. He sighed repeatedly. "Alright, hold on. We can get acquainted later." He lurched forward, grabbing the two at the shoulders, much to Hermione's abhorrence and Ron's surprise. Lightning crackled as the group disappeared.

Einherjar, Control Room

Harry appeared on the floor of the control room accompanied by two rather disgruntled Mages. The Bridge crew didn't even look up at the intrusion as they were rather used to it by now. As expected, Hermione erupted into a fit of shock and surprise. "How on Earth did you do that? Apparation with more than one other person shouldn't be possible! And yet you did it inside the remains of Hogwarts' wards!"

"Hermione!" Harry yelled, silencing the female immediately. "Shut. Up." The girl's lips pursed unconsciously. "First things first; you're going to see a lot of crazy shit around here and I can't have you going crazy every time you see something that should be impossible." He turned to Ron. "You, make sure she doesn't go too crazy. I don't want to lose my sanity before I kill the Goa'uld." Ron nodded confusion evident on his face. However, he wisely kept quiet. Harry sighed deeply. "Why did I decide to bring some Wizards along for the ride? Samos!" The Hebridan Human looked up from his seat, only just noticing the two Mages. "Get these two some quarters that are very far away from the Infantry. Keep them about half way between the R&D Department and the unused section, okay?" Samos nodded and set to work. Ron leaned over to speak into Hermione's ear as Samos herded them out the door.

"Just what have we gotten caught up in?"

"I don't think I want to know."

"I'll simplify it for you," Samos said, hearing their whispered conversation. "You don't want to know but you're going to find out anyway. Welcome to the Einherjar."

(End Chapter)

Hey guys, do you know what today is? It's January 30, 2009. This is Emancipation's Anniversary! One year to the day I started writing this story and look where it got me! Please review regardless of random comments at the end of each chapter!

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