The American Ministry did not in fact wipe the memories of the collective personnel of the SGC. Not that they didn't try. The initial Obliviator squad, upon gaining entry into Cheyanne Mountain was forcefully disarmed and detained, before being released by the order of the President himself, who received a personal visit from his magical counterpart.

Another attempt by a small strike group of Unspeakables hidden under invisibility cloaks and Disillusionment charms ended just as badly. The muggles it seemed knew how to get around the wizard's bag of tricks. The TER's proved most helpful in locating the overconfident magicals.

After the second failed attempt they finally conceded defeat and accepted the fact that the Statute had been breached, but not before the commander in chief dressed down the Minister of Magic for ordering the second incursion.

Reviewing the accomplishments of the Star Gate program however, eased their worries. These people were already good at keeping secrets, so there was no real risk of exposure. At least not on Earth.

Harry Potter, however, was another story. Here was a man with a spaceship and no idea what was out there. If these Goa'uld got their hands on him it would be beyond disastrous. He was to be found at all cost.

As such, one concession had to be made by the Air Force. One which the General was not too happy with. A permanent SG team made up of wizards and witches. They also wanted the numerical designation '7'.

Superstitious bastards.

This team's primary objective was to locate and bring in Potter, by whatever means necessary.

None of the other teams save SG-1 knew they existed, out of fear the Goa'uld might learn what they were capable of. In the following months, the new SG-7 became almost as legendary as SG-1 itself, pulling off one miracle after the other but never succeeding in their original objective.

It was as though Potter had simply vanished into the void.

oOo

Despite the Goa'uld being the dominant force in the Milky Way, there seemed to be a healthy underworld component that thrived regardless of the evil overlords' rule. The reason for this was actually rather straightforward.

If it didn't harm business or threaten their worlds, the Humans could do as they damn well pleased. In rare cases like the relatively advanced Tobin the Goa'uld would eradicate a society in order to retain this status quo.

This meant that there were dozens if not hundreds of preindustrial worlds and even a handful of advanced civilizations out there. The one Harry currently found himself on was a bit more on the primitive end of the scale. And what better way to make first contact than to go get pissed at a bar that bore an uncanny resemblance to the Hogshead.

Daniel Jackson would have been proud!

The fine art of making ale had been discovered and rediscovered by humans around the galaxy it seemed, though some were obviously more skilled at it than others.

Harry had found that out the hard way after a weeks' worth of severe gastrointestinal distress following a seemingly harmless mug of grog.(I.e. he could have given the cat from date movie a run for its money)

Now he purified everything and anything that came into contact with his mouth. OK, that came out wrong. Any food or drink.

Turns out there existed a spell for that, though it had nearly been forgotten over the last century as health and safety standards slowly but surely rose with regards to food and beverage production.

A hard-learned lesson indeed.

He'd been away from Earth for seven months now. That time has been spent learning, mostly from mistakes.

But the desire for drink wasn't the real reason for him being here. As previously stated, there existed a criminal element and more specifically a black market of sorts. The damned ship had been making a lot of trouble for him lately, to the point where he'd been forced to take the Hyperdrive apart and repair it with nothing more than some expertly transfigured raw Trinium, Naquadah, and some questionably jury-rigged spare DHD crystals he kept for the gate he'd picked up.

Needless to say he'd been stuck adrift in deep space for weeks before succeeding. The thing still worked, but it was in sore need of replacement. Now an Al'Kesh wasn't the smallest vessel, and as such quite prized.

He could have used a cargo ship hyperdrive, which were a dime a dozen. But that was like slapping a scooter engine in a lorry. Even if it did work, the damn thing would be slower than a snail.

He'd almost contacted Star Gate Command to 'ask' for help (AKA kidnap Carter), but luckily his…acquaintance had come through for him and set up a deal for the much-needed parts.

Whom exactly he was meeting was a mystery. Not uncommon when dealing with these sorts of people, especially considering someone who just happened to have in their possession something as valuable as a spare hyperdrive for a Goa'uld medium-sized bomber.

And so he was given some coordinates and directions. Harry wasn't going to call them orders. Nobody ordered him around! A patch adhered to his arm was all it was. And a recommendation to avoid the Sadarian Mead. It contained an emblem. Not the mead, the patch. That was an identification marker.

Harry paid for his single drink upfront in Shesh'ta and sat down near the back of the dimly lit establishment, back to the wall and wand in Hand. Several previous deals he'd sat in on went south faster than you could say bollocks, and he wasn't too keen on repeating those first memorable mistakes.

He expected anything and anyone. Anyone except the hot bird with luscious, black hair and saucy smile walking in. She quickly scanned the dingy tavern and located him. Even without the patch she'd have made the connection.

Everyone here wore peasant clothing like it was the dark ages or something. Not that she blended in either. Harry was reminded of a central european night club with girls that wore more leather than should legally be allowed.

More than one head turned as she made a beeline for him, Harry's included.

The dungeon mistress slid into a chair opposite from him and looked him over with an apprising eye, like he was some hunk of meat to buy for the night. Not that he would mind with her.

"You the guy who's been asking around for a Hyper drive?"

Whatever attraction Harry felt he had before she spoke was amplified by her clearly Australian accent. How this was possible he didn't know, nor care.

He nodded an affirmative.

"I don't care for Shesh'ta, only Naquadah. One thousand ounces is the price." Harry's eyebrows shot up in surprise before he leaned back and smiled.

"Don't be silly, Luv. For a thousand ounces I could buy two whole ships. Four hundred and I won't call the rozzers."

The brunette was quiet for a moment, not expecting him to sound so…familiar.

"Eight hundred or I walk away."

Harry sighed. "Tell me, how often does one ask for an Al'Kesh Hyperdrive? Seven hundred and you show me proof that you in fact have it in your possession."

She frowned. Seven hundred ounces was quite a bit. Several months' worth of product for a mine consisting of a thousand workers.

"And how do I know you even have that much Naquadah?"

Harry snorted. "I'll admit it's not exactly pocket change. Give me a week and I'll have it ready." He pulled out a simple-looking mirror and handed it to her.

"What is this?" the mysterious seller asked skeptically.

"They're lookie talkies. No, I didn't name them that", he hurriedly added seeing her eyebrow rise, not unlike Teal'c did when O'Neill said something especially stupid.

"You say the counterpart's name and communicate. Distance as far as I know doesn't affect it, but Hyperspace travel will. The one thing it will need though is your real name."

She sat back and crossed her arms. "Honestly, if you wanted to know my name you could have just asked." Was she flirting?

"Actually, if I wanted to know that I would have just read your mind." Watching her body language change from relaxed and in control to nervous was worth it.

"You're bluffing!"

Harry gave her a cheshire cat grin.

"Am I, Miss Mal Doran?"

Oh yeah, that certainly did it.

"I'm Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you. Oh, and I already know you have the Hyper drive. Though 'fair condition' might be more apt a description than the gently used you advertised. Luckily I can cobble something together from the two that will hopefully last."

She was speechless. Her real name was known to only a few people and all of them she trusted enough to confide in. Now, she wasn't so sure.

"Relax, no one gave out that information. Like I said, mind reader." He waggled his eyebrows and tapped his temple with a finger. "See you around, Vala." With a nearly silent pop, he apparated back to the Bebop.

Someone out there was going to get robbed in the next week. The question now was; who deserved it most?

oOo

A very disturbed Vala was left sitting in the dimly lit tavern, wondering what the hell had just happened. Did he have cloaking technology? Surely he didn't just teleport away willy-nilly. That sort of tech was beyond even the Goa'uld.

Judging by the lack of reaction from the other patrons they hadn't seen what she had. Her mind began to break down what she knew of this…man.

The clothes were odd, but odd was the norm when dealing with people from across the galaxy. She could understand that. Then there was the way he'd spoken. It wasn't aggressive like the Goa'uld, or most people she dealt with, past or present.

There was also no arrogance, just confidence, either warranted or misguided. It was always down to business with people nowadays, and although their 'chat" only lasted a few minutes she didn't get the same vibe off him. He wasn't some zealot who needed a ship for a battle, or a money hungry bounty hunter looking for information, which she also sold in spades.

No, Harry Potter looked like he simply needed to fix his ship and be on his merry way doing whatever the hell tickled his fancy.

He also liked what he saw, which was always nice she thought. But unlike most men, it didn't seem to cloud his judgment. He'd bargained hard. That would normally make sense, though from what he'd said it didn't seem like he had the Naquadah she was asking for on hand.

Which meant he would probably have to take it. And if he took it, why stop at seven hundred ounces?

The mind-reading gimmick then. Well, she still wasn't convinced. It was probably a lucky guess. He'd read into how she'd react and played her. So then who had revealed her name? She quickly compiled a short list of candidates in need of talking to.

Then that left the disappearing act. How'd he do that? Even Qetesh's memories didn't help in that matter. Whatever technology he'd used was unknown to her. That interested her. The ability to disappear without so much as a trace was one that would make her line of work much easier, not to mention less hazardous.

She leaned back and sighed. One week. All right, let's see if he could deliver. If she could make some coin off this useless drive it would be more than worth it. After all, she'd won the damn thing during a card game last year and been unable to find a buyer since.

oOo

Harry was standing under his invisibility cloak in the middle of one of the most secure Goa'uld strongholds on this side of the Cygnus arm. In the end, he chose not from who could afford it, but who was closest.

The patch job on the Bebop was beginning to cause problems, and the nearest Goa'uld stronghold likely to have any notable Naquadah stockpiles was in this case that of Cronus. Having already picked up his complementary Jaffa ornamental helmeted armour to add to his growing collection, he was now sneakily probing the mind of Cronos's first prime for the Naquadah's location.

Harry briefly considered killing the System Lord but thought better of it. Right now, the Goa'uld were practically indifferent to the Tau'ri, as they were known amongst the stars. If he offed one of the big shots that balance of power could shift unfavorably.

'No, better to rob him blind', he thought with a grin. Actually, while he was on the subject of robbing, technically Harry could have just nicked another Al'Kesh and called it a day. But that would have been easy and boring. This wasn't because he wanted to see Vala again.

Nope, not at all.

With a rough location in mind, he casually strolled through the fortress's many maze-like corridors. The guards made moving about slow progress, seeing how two of them side by side took up most of the hallway.

On several occasions, he'd been forced to squeeze into cramped niches built into the walls. Fortunately, he had a small frame. Eventually, a non-assuming door was reached and opened using the not-so-original four symbol combination pulled from the first prime's noggin.

Merlin's Ball, there was a lot of Naquadah in the room! Harry began filling his spare expanded trunk by hand. The one ounce bricks didn't take up a lot of space but moving them individually was a pain. In the end, he conjured a shovel to help speed things along.

Alas, such was life, reduced to performing manual labour in a secret Goa'uld base shovelling the most coveted metal in the galaxy into a magic box while under an invisibility cloak.

Having finished crippling Cronus economically and his trunk securely tucked away, he focused on the Bebop's bridge when the faint pop, pop, pop of muggle gun fire echoing through the pyramid nearly caused him to splinch as he aborted the apparation. His interest piqued Harry pulled himself back and listened.

Not automatic.

He wasn't overly familiar with the muggles firearms but knew enough to get by. Like how to shoot one, although his aim left much to be desired. Curiosity got the best of him and he made his way to the front entrance of the facility. Several dead Jaffa littered the floor along with - O'Neill?

No, not quite. Unless humans somehow started bleeding a metallic gray instead of the usual crimson in the few months he'd been gone.

The strange O'Neill groaned as Harry approached, too weak to even lift the pistol he was clutching.

"Who the hell are you?" Yeah, sounds like him all right. The smell of machine oil and fried circuitry permeated the air. Was he an android?

Harry slipped his Holly wand back in its holster and pulled out the Elder wand. It took a lot more juice to fix something if he didn't know how it worked. Magic knew, but it took far more of it to do so. And this, whatever it was, looked mighty complex.

'Reparo' Harry uttered loud and clearly. The oozing wound in his side closed.

"How'd you do that?" phony O'Neill asked in awe. The simple question reminded him of their first encounter all those months ago.

"Trade secret," the Wizard replied with a grin. Another spell fixed his busted leg. Harry helped the strange doppelganger up and realized just how heavy it/he was. Or perhaps it was the sheer amount of magic he'd just used. He felt a bit drained, to be honest.

"What the hell is going on?" Harry finally asked, confident that the machine was out of danger.

"There's a Mothership in orbit with the real SG-1 and the rest of my team aboard. They were captured." Well, that answers his question about what he was. Harry wasn't in the mood to play twenty questions with this strange …thing. Better just to go find the very people he'd screwed over and ask them directly.

"The rings?" without an idea of where the Ha'tak was apparition was out of the question.

Robot O'Neill tested his leg and nodded in approval. "Can only be activated from the ship."

Harry nodded, already knowing what to do. "All right, this is going to feel weird." he muttered, before adding; "if you can feel at all that is."

The android shot Harry a dirty look but held its tongue. He grabbed a hold of the Colonel and popped back to the Al'Kesh, this time to the ring room.

Cronus's Ha'tak would have a code to be able to ring in, much like the storage room did. Fortunately, the two were the same. With a whoosh, the two ringed onto the larger ship. Harry quickly stunned the guards that had re-secured the ring room since the real SG-1 had transported aboard.

"So, any idea where to go?" the wizard asked his cyborg friend.

"Bridge is as good a place as any to start looking", Robo Jack shrugged. From the looks of things he wanted to ask about the stick and light show, but there was a time and place, and it wasn't now.

"The Pel'tak it is!" Harry agreed enthusiastically. Just being aboard one of these things again made him nostalgic. Opting for speed rather than stealth left Harry slightly winded, both from the running and the dozen or so stunners he'd dispensed along the way.

Honestly, with all the non-lethal Goa'uld weapons laying around you'd think he would just use them instead. Right, well he would if he wasn't absolutely pants at aiming them. If you thought guns were bad, at least they had proper sights! You don't get any of that with a Zat. Nothing a lot of practice wouldn't solve. Too bad the targets atomized after the third hit.

They arrived just in time to see Cronus get shot in the back for a third time. Both Teal'c's looked like they'd gone twelve rounds with a mountain troll. Fake Teal'c collapsed so Harry marched over to him first.

Another overpowered Reparo fixed him right as rain and left Harry's wand warm to the touch. He considered downing a pepper-up but refrained from doing so. The damn things gave him splitting headaches. Moderate fatigue at this point was preferred.

"The others are at the main service panel," Robo'Neill stated, presumably communicating electronically with his teammates. "We have to hurry, our Carter is fading fast."

Harry grunted, not pleased with having to drag his tired arse across the massive vessel some more. They encountered more Jaffa along the way. By the time they arrived, he was seeing spots.

The doors were locked in place but quickly defeated with a simple first-year charm. Not for the first time Harry was grateful the Goa'uld had no safeguards for magic.

"You!" the real O'Neill spat in lieu of a greeting. Both he and Carter raised their weapons at him, but Harry was already working on the latter's damaged doppelganger. Her power source was nearly gone.

An 'Invigorate' spell shot a surge of magic to the power cell, but she'd need to get looked at by the others sooner rather than later. Finally Harry 'healed' her arms and the superficial damage to her face. Oddly enough Episkey worked rather well even on something like her. With an exhausted groan, the young wizard slid down the wall and closed his eyes.

Carter and O'Neill shot glances at one another, while their counterparts did the same. This was rapidly becoming awkward. Too bad Harry was beyond caring. Damn, he should have taken that pepper up after all.

"Don't mind me guys. I'm just resting my ey…"

O'Neill walked over and waved his hand in front of the kids face, then gingerly relieved him of his wand.

"He's out like a light," Jack confirmed. He then looked at his robotic twin. "What the hell is he doing here?"

The Android shrugged. "Don't ask me! I was just lying there dying when he came along and fixed me."

The Colonel rolled his eyes at the dramatics he was famous for.

"Well since you're all better now you can haul his ass over to the bridge," Robo'Neill complained but did it anyway. The Carters swept the corridors for any stray Jaffa that they hadn't killed yet.

"So who's the kid?"

Jack sighed. "He's a wizard we've worked with before. He's all right, but last time we didn't part on the best terms." Technically they had standing orders to bring the kid in. After all, they couldn't just let him run loose with that kind of military hardware. Not that it was theirs to begin with.

"Why am I not surprised?" Robo'Neill couldn't help himself.

"Just shut up, will ya?" the other O'Neill shot back.

oOo

Harry woke a short while later, surprisingly not tied up. "Morning, sleepyhead." A familiar voice greeted. If he'd heard it a thousand years from now it would be too soon, Harry thought. Instead of answering the Wizard rolled over and curled into a ball with an annoyed groan.

Jack's eyes twinkled in mirth. The kid definitely wasn't a morning person.

"So what brings you around these parts, Harry? This place doesn't exactly scream; vacation destination."

Giving it up as a bad job he stopped ignoring the flagship team of Tau'ri and rolled onto his back.

"Stopped by for a bit of shopping, to be honest. You?"

Jack decided to play along. "Just playing good Samaritan again, you know."

"Yeah. Looks like you've been busy these last few months?" Harry glanced over at the three replicas who were watching the conversation with interest.

"What's with the stunt doubles?"

Jack actually smirked, but it was Carter that explained. "They're android duplicates of us. About two years ago our minds were copied and placed into the bodies you see now.

"Huh, weird." Harry instantly thought of the clones from Star Wars. If they had a well-trained volunteer that agreed to be CC'd prior to the process itself you pretty much make an army of Jango Fett's.

Ideas bounced around inside the Wizard's skull just thinking of the possibilities! He could totally pull off pretending to be a Sith, Lightning and all.

"Hello, you still with us?" The real O'Neill snapped his fingers in front of his face a few times before he snapped out of it.

"Yeah. Sure." Harry stood with a groan, feeling a bit sore but otherwise fine. The power nap had helped but he needed to get some real rest. He downed a pepper up, watching the amused looks of everyone as steam curled from his ears. Of all the places in the galaxy to rob he just had to run into these people.

"So what's the plan?" he asked, fully aware O'Neill was holding his wand.

The Colonel's expression turned serious. "Well Harry, you're a bit of a wanted man back on Earth." Gray eyes locked with green. "I don't like what you did with the Al'Kesh. It set back relations with the Tok'ra quite a bit. It's also partially why we came after Cronus. You see, this Mothership's going straight to the Tok'ra."

Harry had the decency to look at least a bit guilty. "You don't have any problem with that, do you?" the tone was frosty.

Harry chuckled, amplifying his throbbing headache. "Not at all Colonel." He reassured. "So are you going to hand me over?"

The answer to that question took a long time to come forth. "No, I don't think I will."

Sam looked like she wanted to protest but wisely kept quiet.

"You were right. They tried to wipe our memories."

Harry nodded in understanding. "You clearly managed to fend them off. I'm impressed."

Jack kicked an imaginary pebble with his boot. "Yeah, well we were prepared…partially because of your warning."

The Colonel sighed deeply. "This might come back and bite me later, but I'm inclined to leave you alone."

Harry beamed at the man, and the rest of SG-1 by extension.

"Thank you, Colonel. Now, could I ask you to give me a lift? My ship's all buggered up and I don't fancy spending another fortnight stranded in space trying to fix it."

oOo

SG-1's robotic twins returned to their home after parking the Mothership above Vorash, the current home of the Tok'ra. Jacob Carter, whom the SGC had contacted ahead of time ringed up to the ship with a sizable delegation to lay claim to the newly captured mother ship. The Tok'ra were still a bit miffed about not getting the last one.

The second they arrived Harry began bouncing questions and ideas off the Tok'ra on how to go about fixing the hyperdrive. On the way here the Tau'ri Muggles had informed him what they planned on doing with Vorash's gate. He needed to fix his ship before they decided to take the bloody Star Gate! After much pestering the Tok'ra council gave him permission to Gate off world, if only to get rid of the troublesome young man. Harry wasted no time and gated to the address Vala had given him via the lookie-talkies.

There was nothing special about the planet. A few very old stone ruins but otherwise deserted.

"Long time no see sweet cheeks." He greeted. "You got my parts?"

Vala was leaning against her Cargo ship. "The Naquadah?"

Harry tossed her one of the bullion bricks, stamped with the seal of Cronus.

"This stuff is marked! It's practically useless." She ranted.

He rolled his eyes at her faux disapproval. No one cared where the stuff came from. It was like having the queen on the back of a coin. At the end of the day it was still currency. "Relax, I watched Cronus get shot in the back. He won't be coming after you for having this."

The spunky freelancer didn't look too convinced and crossed her arms. "Fine, I'll remove the relief" he conceded.

With a flick of his wand the mark disappeared. He repeated the process on the heavy duffleduffel lying next to where he stood.

"How did you do that?" Harry was getting tired of answering that particular question. "Never mind that. Where is the Hyper drive?" Again he dove into her mind, and briefly caught a glimpse of it sitting inside the Cargo Ship.

She punched in a combination on the side of the vessel and a door appeared. Sure enough, there it was. Harry handed her the duffle with just over forty pounds of Naquadah. He then shrunk the drive and pocketed it, leaving Vala looking dumbstruck.

"Whaa? How…?"

"Nuh uh!" Harry was channeling his inner O'Neill. "No questions." With a huff she turned, gesturing him to follow her back outside.

"To be honest I didn't think you'd turn up," she confessed. Harry remained silent as she brushed some non-existent lint from his shoulder. Her hands though continued to linger. "Look me up if you need anything else."

She leaned in for a less than chaste kiss, somewhat surprising the young man. Vala then gently nudged him from the Cargo ships threshold and closed the door. Harry quickly made sure his wallet was still were he left it. With a goofy grin he gated back to Vorash and his grumpy Tok'ra friends.

Then came the long and arduous task of stripping down the Hyperdrive(s) and cobbling something better together from the resulting mess.

Some of the parts were actually in worse shape than the current ones, but thankfully the most important components, the crystals, were in excellent condition. Jacob stopped by soon after and helped, mostly out of fear that the teen would overload the drive whilst still docked within the Ha'Tak.

The other train of thought bouncing around in Harry's head since acquiring a metric arseload of weapons grade Naquadah was finding new uses for it. And the stuff the ship currently used as fuel was good, but not as good as the refined stuff Harry had gotten his hands on. That gave him an idea.

A terrible idea.

"For the last time, kid. You can't just slap a new Naquadah core into the power cell like that. There's specialized equipment needed to mould the base material into a precise shape or the power will fluctuate when the particle modulator fires up!

Not to mention that the reactor housing will melt when you stick something as potent as this stuff into it" Jacob felt like he was talking to a brick wall.

"Pish posh!" Harry dismissed the older man's concerns and continued to run every diagnostic charm known to him on the existing core to get an idea of what the new one would have to look like.

He removed several dozen Naquadah bricks and transfigured them into a single round sphere, making sure the mass was identical to the old sphere. The gray metal looked molten as Harry willed it into a certain shape, careful not to mould it too fast.

The heat generated from the shifting super fuel radiated into the surrounding air as he manipulated it, causing Jacob to swallow nervously.

Selmak felt the need to step in, and didn't even give Jacob time to lower his head. Obviously the Symbiote thought this was very dangerous. He wasn't wrong.

"Enough of this foolishness, child. You will destroy us all!" the Tok'ra bellowed.

Harry's brow was damp but it was done. He turned to the Tok'ra and cocked his head. "We'll use the old Hyper drive and test it."

"That much Naquadah will destroy the planet when you fire it up." Note his use of the word 'when', not 'if'. Harry shook his head in disappointment. Honestly, no faith from the two of them.

"Then lend me a cargo ship."

Selmac pursed her lips in an effort to find the right words. "Lend is not the correct phrasing here. If this fails you won't be bringing the thing back."

"Merlin, fine!" Harry exasperated. "How much do you want for it?"

"Are you asking how much to buy a cargo ship?" Jacob/Selmak asked in equal parts amusement and disbelief.

"I can pay in Shesh'ta or Naquadah." He folded his arms and shifted his weight, going into full bartering mode. "Choose your poison."

The Tok'ra sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just go."

Harry smirked and packed up the components of what would either by a successful test of horribly large explosion.

The Tok'ra was secretly hoping it would be the latter.

Several hours later…

"It worked!" The crazy Wizard stormed into the Pel'tak, Goa'uld diagnostic tablet in hand. He handed it to a somewhat disappointed Jacob and proceeded to grin.

The rest of SG-1 had returned from their 'diplomatic' outing with the Tok'ra High Council and were sitting idle around the sizable room.

"What worked?" O'Neill asked with justifiable worry.

"I crammed weapons grade Naquadah into the Al'Kesh's fuel cell and flicked a switch." Carter's eyes nearly bugged out.

"Are you out of your God damned mind?" she practically shouted."

O'Neill, very surprised at the colourful response from his subordinate waived his hands, daring anyone to enlighten him.

"Sorry, sir. But he-", Sam pointed at a still grinning Harry, "-should be dead." Her dad's eyebrows meanwhile where up so high it looked like he was hugging a Reetou.

"This is incredible! A nearly two hundred percent increase in power output? Holy Hanna, not even the Goa'uld are crazy enough to use such a refined form of Naquadah in their engines." The older man shook his head in amazement. "How…?"

"Magic!" Harry replied with glee whenever someone asked him that. It still hadn't gotten old. "I used containment runes for Fiendfyre and modified them to strengthen the containment chamber.

"The beautiful thing is that they run on the energy created by the cell itself instead of an external source of magic, so there's no chance of the ship going boom should the sinks run dry."

The sinks he was referring to were not of the bathroom variety but magical ones. Harry's casual description of the ship exploding made the muggles cringe.

Teal'c finally broke the silence. "What is this Fiendfyre you speak of?"

oOo

Not surprisingly, whenever SG-1 visited the Tok'ra they identified a spy and the base got packed up. This time was no different. From the sounds of it they seemed to discover a new one every other week. Honestly, this was worse than the death eaters working at the Ministry.

SG-1 was like that friend who helps move and only gets some Pizza but no beer for their effort. The Tok'ra though weren't the brightest bunch and let the spy escape.

Because of course they did.

Said spy informed Apophis and there now was a rather large fleet en-route, due to arrive in a mere hours.

And that's how Harry James Potter found himself sitting around the table discussing some truly strange plans, even for his very high standards. O'Neill and Daniel had just come back inside from playing in the big Sandbox on the surface.

"Sam and I have a new plan! "Jacob said with confidence.

Harry snorted, drawing a curious glance from the others around the table. Carter ignored him and explained. They'd been brainstorming on how to bring the fight to Apophis. Having a Mothership of their own broadened their horizons substantially.

"If it works we'll be able to wipe out a significant part of Apophis's fleet in one shot."

"Well, you're not taking mine." Harry piped in when Carter looked his way. "You of all people should know how much of a pain it is to initialize one of those things with a mismatched DHD, especially one with no fixed point of origin."

Jack looked from Harry to Carter, than back to Harry. "What the hell is he talking about?"

Sam rolled her eyes at the childish defiance Harry was showing, and also for ruining her presentation to Daniel and the Colonel.

"They want to dial into ABC 123 or whatever the hell it's called and throw the Stargate into the bloody sun!"

"Sir, its P3W 451." She turned to glare at Harry. "And we only asked. The Tok'ra simply wanted Vorash's gate for their future base."

Daniel looked up, more than a little surprised. O'Neill on the other hand had long ago accepted that all the gate names were just as bad as those thrice damned Canadian postal codes.

"The black hole that swallowed SG-10?" the quirky Archaeologist asked with mild concern.

"Yes" Carter confirmed.

"Oh, all right then."

Harry rolled his eyes for the millionth time. Seriously, it was beginning to hurt.

"Hey guys, how bout today we blow up A STAR! Yeah, that sounds like fun, let's go for it." He ranted. Honestly, and here they thought he was the weird one.

"That's rich coming from the ass backwards English hick with a grade four education that just put together the most dangerous power cell I've ever laid eyes upon!"

'Damn, Carter's swear word vocabulary hads certainly done some growing ever since Harry had decided to join them', O'Neill thought.

Harry for once didn't have a comeback and proceeded to laugh in an annoying way. This was usually the last step before violence ensued. Sam, realizing she'd won went back to ignoring the little shit.

"Sir, the system is barren. Apophis's fleet is on the way. We'll likely never get another opportunity like this again."

O'Neill scratched his chin thoughtfully.

"All right Carter. Let's do it." Really it was just a formality. The Tok'ra owned the Ha'tak and the council already approved the plan. Jacob and Sam basically just informed O'Neill as an FYI.

Ten minutes later they jettisoned the planet's Star Gate. Harry wanted to leave but his morbid curiosity got the better of him and he stayed to watch. In hindsight he should have just buggered off.

oOo

The plan worked…sort of. Which was why their Ha'tak was currently parked in the Coronosphere of a blue giant in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, hiding from two much larger ships, one of which they definitely knew wasn't friendly. Oh, and Teal'c was probably dead. Yeah, mission accomplished. Once again there was an argument between the members of SG-1 and a certain wizard.

"I can't just hide a damn Mothership like that! The Fidelius was meant to conceal something the size of a house, maybe a manor if you had more than one wizard and some Norton brew."

"Norton brew?" Daniel asked curiously.

"It's a potion that allows the caster to siphon off the magical reserves of other wizards or witches." Harry explained with annoyance. "Curse breakers commonly use it when delicacy is needed. In fact that's why it was developed. At the time only the most powerful and skilled of Magicals could defeat the wards around the tombs. Its why so many have been found. They were never meant to be well hidden because they were deemed impenetrable."

He didn't mention that most had muggle notice me not charms to deter grave robbers. The ones found thus far had all been uncovered by Wizards first. Heck, King Tut's tomb was actually rediscovered after a curse breaker team was forced to leave after dropping the wards. Sandstorms covered the entrance and they couldn't locate it again. Not that he'd ever tell Jackson that. The guy would probably beat him with a shovel or something.

Daniel seemed to take offense to that. "Not well hidden? Are you kidding me!"

"Down, boy." Jack placed a calming hand on their pet translators shoulder. "Can we get back on track?"

Harry sighed. "Even with the most powerful wand in existence and my considerable (not bragging at all) core It took almost everything I had just to cast it over the Al'Kesh. I'm telling you, it's impossible with the resources available to me."

Jack, ever the daredevil suggested something even crazier.

"Fine. Why not remove the Stargate from Harry's ship then and repeat the process of exploding this sun?" How can they just keep talking about exploding stars like it was a viable option?

"Sir, the sun we just destroyed was a regular main sequence yellow star." Carter went into full Hermione mode. "This is a Blue super giant. It would take far more than just the gate to put a dent into its mass. The gate's shield would collapse before it went critical." Carter dismissed.

"Even if it would work and we jumped into hyperspace headed towards the Milky Way the force of THAT blast may as well hurl us towards the outer edge of the expanding universe."

The thought of overshooting time itself was an odd concept.

"Not to mention the power requirements to establish a connection back to our own Galaxy." Harry added. "Hell, we might as well just gate back to Earth and leave the ship here."

Carter, in a rare show of agreeance, nodded. "We'd have to divert everything to power the gate. Sir, this might work."

"Carter, we just captured this tub form Cronus. There's no way I'm just parking it in the middle of nowhere and leaving."

"Jack" Jacob interjected. "There's no chance in hell we'll get back in our lifetime. And besides, it's the Tok'ra's ship." He reminded.

The colonel grumbled. "Fine. But I'll have you know that I named this one and everything."

"The Jack 2 is not a name." Daniel drawled.

Sam and Jacob spent the next half hour hauling Harry's gate out of the Al'Kesh and hooking it up to the Ha'tak's power systems. Harry spent that time shrinking whatever wasn't nailed down on his ship and stowing it.

His mood mirrored the Colonels. He'd come to like the Bebop. Modifying another would take weeks. But he also saw the necessity. There was simply no way they could return to the Milky Way with what they had.

"Hey kids, it's getting a little hot up here," the Colonel's voice boomed through the intercom system.

They regrouped on the Pel'tak. "Looks like we will have to peek out our heads for a bit. The hull won't withstand the radiation much longer." Jacob nudged the ship up just high enough for sensors to work again.

"Picking up a ship." The screen zoomed in to reveal a familiar triangular shape. "It's Apophis's."

"What about the other one?" Jack asked somewhat worriedly.

"It's not out there," the Tok'ra shook his head.

Daniel leaned over his shoulder to study the screen. "Can Apophis see us?"

"Should be able too."

Jacob continued to filter through the data the Ha'tak was picking up. "That's impossible!"

O'Neill looked from the former General to Daniel. "Care to share?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"There's no life signs." Jacob stated in disbelief.

It was decided that Daniel would remain on the ship while everyone else went exploring. The larger command ship would be able to easily power the gate if need be. Its Hyper drive was also far more advanced. Perhaps it could reach the Milky Way in a more reasonable time period, especially if Harry modified the Naquadah core as he had with the Al'Kesh.

The point was moot however. Three minutes after ringing aboard the team left again just as empty-handed, and just a titch low on ammunition.

"Well, that was a disaster." The Colonel muttered, picking himself off the floor. Harry studied the few loose metal pieces that had followed them through the rings. "What the bloody hell were those things?"

"Replicators," Carter huffed. They were running back to the Pel'tak to help a struggling Daniel with the sub light controls.

"Care to elaborate on that?" Harry growled. His stunners hadn't worked on the things. Likewise, nothing short of Reductors would even slow them down. Finally he'd conjured a muggle gun and mirrored the two remaining members of SG-1.

"They're machines." Was all Carter managed to get out before they reached the bridge. Jacob took over and gunned the sub lights.

"Diverting all power from engines to the shields." The ship continued its forward momentum but was quickly overtaken by the blast wave from the command ship's self-destruct.

"Well, crisis averted then. I'm going back to finish packing up my stuff. Let me know when we leave."

Harry walked out of the Pel'Tak, leaving the others to ponder whether to just leave his annoying magical butt here. Probably not. Chances were he'd just jury rig himself some brutally savage power source and dial back home anyway. And nobody wanted to incur Harry's wrath if he did find a way back.

Just after the Wizards departure the control console blinked to life, showing a very alive and well Teal'c.

"Teal'c!" O'Neill almost cried for joy. "Good to see ya, Buddy!"

oOo

"Honestly, I leave you alone for half an hour and you go and sell the farm." Harry couldn't help himself after opening the door to the brig. Their feeble excuses were like music to his ears. Jacob too it seemed was getting a kick out of it, despite having been captured himself just minutes prior attempting to free them.

"I mean really, have none of you ever heard the Trojan Cargo ship story before? It's the oldest trick in the book."

"Oh put a cork in it, will ya?" an irritated Colonel snapped on his way out the door. There were about a dozen Jaffa and Apophis himself. Apart from Jacob and Harry they were unarmed, so the first stop was to the cargo hold and the crates of P-90's therein.

What they found there was…unsettling.

"Is that hole supposed to be there?" Harry inquired, pointing at the acid- melted bulkhead.

"Crap!" Jack muttered. "This day just keeps getting better and better."

"Sir, the cargo ship's only been here for a few hours, but there could already be more Replicators than we can handle."

Jack cursed. "All right, let's gear up. Carter, Harry. You're with me. We find Teal'c, stun his ass and get the hell off this boat." The group split up. They were about three corridors away from the bridge when the Radio squawked to life.

"Harry, I don't know what you did but this does not look like any Al'Kesh control console I recognize." Jacob, or was it Selmak, sounded slightly irked at what the young man had done to the cockpit.

"All right, all right. Flip toggle switches one thru seven and press the large green symbol that looks like a sideways eight." The young Wizard had installed some 'extra' controls for the dozens of runes that supplemented the ship. Harry had gotten most of the stuff from an old Tobin freighter he'd found drifting in space.

Keeping all of the runes powered would drain the ship's magical sink too quickly, and unlike Hogwarts there were no lay lines in space.

All that magic came from him and only him. The switches activated certain runes. Others just replaced the ugly Goa'uld controls. Gone was the fly head shaped joystick that dominated the pilot's seat. In its stead was a sweet neural interface and sleek looking steering wheel of sorts Harry gotten off a Hebridian trader for a crate of Zats.

Selmak cursed in Goa'uld before the channel went dead.

"All right, radio silence from now on. We don't want to tip off the Replicators or Jaffa." Jack was clutching a very recognizable Goa'uld stun grenade. Harry had the unfortunate experience of looking right at one when it went off about two months ago. A hell of a way to learn if you asked him.

The sucker blinked a few times before the Colonel rolled it into the Pel'tak. They encountered no resistance when they entered. Everyone had a grand ol' time kicking snake face a few dozen times. Harry conjured a marker and doodled on Apophis's face. Sam set the self-destruct and they were off.

"All good to go", Jack gave Jacob the go ahead once aboard. "Let's hightail it out of here!"

"Do you have the Star Gate?" Jacob asked. Harry lifted his hand and wriggled his fingers, one of which was adorned with a very familiar ring. Jacob just closed his eyes, trying to ignore just what the young man was capable of doing.

Selmak was screaming bloody murder in his ear again, saying it just wasn't possible. Honestly, in the two years since the blending he'd never seen the symbiote act like this.

What both Jacob and Selmak didn't know about was the brick sized Sarcophagus Harry had nicked from the storage room. Ever since his last encounter with a group of rather vicious mercs he'd been looking to pick one of these up. Magical healing was all well and good but he couldn't just keep a personal healer on his ship. With this he wouldn't need to.

"Opening Cargo doors…now." Said doors groaned, parted, and then screeched to a halt before finally closing again. Similarly, the self-destruct seemed to have been deactivated as well.

"Looks like the replicators learnt from their last mistake." Sam supplied.

"Crafty buggers."

The familiar sensation of jumping to hyper speed flooded their senses. "Oh for crying out loud!"

"So much for that plan. We can't exit the ship while in Hyperspace."

"Daniel, keep watch over the big fella." O'Neill ordered. "We're going to see what the hell is going on."

They re-departed Harry's ship and made their way to an auxiliary control area near the Hangar.

"Wow, we're going well over thirty times the maximum of the Mothership Hyper drive capabilities." Sam stated after studying the screen, sounding slightly impressed.

"Headed where, exactly?" O'Neill asked.

"Sokar's planet." She answered back.

"That's great news." Jacob added. "We'll just hitch a ride and jump ship when we exit Hyperspace."

"Uhh dad, that's not really good news. We can't let them gain a foothold in our galaxy. The replicators are relentless. Not even the Asgard could stop them."

"C'mon, we've stopped them before on Thor's ship." Jack shrugged. "Can't we do that again?"

Jacob looked curious and Sam explained before he could ask. "We destroyed the deceleration drive just before we hit Atmosphere. They burned up."

"Jacob nodded. "Goa'uld ships use sub light engines to slow after exiting from a jump. We could sabotage them. Only one problem with that however."

"What?" the Colonel asked skeptically.

"The controls are in the engine room."

"So? Just place C4 charges."

Carter shook her head. "We run the risk of the detonators being tampered with. It has to be done physically." Jack didn't like where this conversation was going. "A P-90 at close range would do the trick." She shrugged.

Yeah, definitely not OK.

"All right. When we do this all hell is going to break loose. Jacob, keep the Al'Kesh on standby. Our exfil is going to be hot."

Harry, who'd only been half listening to the discussion and was instead carving fancy symbols into his new P-90 was hauled out of the room by Jack.

"What are you doing?" the older man asked irritably.

Harry finished the last stroke, careful not to dovetail the mark. "Making it better."

O'Neill just shook his head and forged ahead.

The engine room was every bit as nightmarish as they imagined. There was a thirty foot monstrosity pulsing and humming with energy. They stayed low and quiet until the damn thing shut down, presumably having done its job and gotten the ship where it needed to go.

Carter blasted the panel to smithereens with a long burst and they ran like hell. The muggles had a good system, one laying down fire while the other two retreated, leapfrogging from one position to the next.

Harry had carved a conjuring rune on the clear plastic magazine and cooling runes to the barrel. Instead of the short, precise burst the others favoured he simply hosed down the hallways until his shoulder hurt. 'Damn, should have put a cushioning charm on the butt of the damn thing.' He grimaced, massaging the abused extremity after another three-hundred round burst.

Jack looked equal parts outraged and envious at what Harry was doing to that poor firearm. But despite the extra umpfff the wizard was providing they found themselves cut off from the cargo bay a short while later.

Jacob already had Harry's ship ready to go, hovering just in front of the just now re-opening cargo bay doors.

"Dad, were cut off from the cargo bay but made it to a ring room on level ten. Can you remote activate us on board? The sixty seven year old retired general jumped from his seat and bolted to the Al'Kesh's ring room, a feat that took several more seconds than normal thanks the vast size of the thing.

Said rings dumped the four gun toting humans on the floor. Jacob was already booking it back to the cockpit. They cleared the once again closing doors with a scrape that was followed up with an unimpressed "C'mon!" from the ship's owner.

Their once prized Ha'tak continued barrelling down towards the red planet, glowing brightly as its shields tried to absorb the tremendous friction forces from atmospheric re-entry. A bright blue flash signalled that it had 'landed'.

Jack went to check on Teal'c, while Harry fed some more magic into the reservoir. It would take a few days to get back to Earth. Far too long to be around these people and remain civil, he thought with a grimace. Better to dump all of his magical reserves and sleep it off.

After informing Daniel he retired to his personal quarters and promptly fell asleep.

oOo

Unfortunately his body decided that seven hours was plenty of rest. After a quick shower he found SG-1 and Jacob lounging in the sitting room. Jack and Teal'c were abusing his Fuss ball table while Daniel had his head buried in a dusty old tome. Sam and Jacob were talking. Harry grabbed a Butter beer from the chiller and claimed the only free recliner.

"I gotta say, Harry. I like what you did with our ship." O'Neill stated after watching the Jaffa slam the small wooden ball into the back of his goal. Brainwashed or not it was always fun to beat O'Neill at games like this. The former first prime had a smug look on his face, despite wearing shackles.

The wards Harry placed in the room detected any malicious intent and had zapped the Jaffa numerous times before he realized that trying to free himself or hurt the rest of the team was a waste of time.

Harry lifted his bottle in thanks. "What's mine is yours. Just help yourself if you need anything." For the next hour or so the young wizard wrote out complex arithmetic equations for the Room of Requirement.

Said room now returned things but still had problems adjusting its size to accommodate the occupant's wishes. It was essentially a well-designed storage space for now. The problem was trying to enlarge a room that's technically already part of an enlargement charm. Even magic had limits, and tended to say no when someone got greedy.

Right now he basically tried to find a way to undo certain parts of the broad spectrum expansion charm he'd used when first modifying the Bebop. There was no way to undo it without thoroughly compacting all the junk he'd accumulated in the last few months. Hell, the Gate would most likely blow a hole in the hull if he did that.

"So Harry, what have you been up to these last few months?" Harry expected this from Jack, but it was actually Daniel Jackson that had asked the question. He was still reading, but seemed to crave conversation.

Harry was hitting a wall with the equations anyway and set the notepad and pencil aside.

"You want a step by step explanation or the short and sweet version?" he asked, cracking open another butter beer he'd lifted form the ice bucket.

"Short and Sweet please," O'Neill answered all too quickly, not wanting to know the kinds of chaos the scrawny runt had probably caused.

Harry scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Let's see, I ran into a guy named Aris Boch. Oh you know him?" Harry saw the team cringe, probably at the thought of those two working together.

"Yeah, we ran into him a few years back." The Colonel supplied. "Nice guy."

Harry snorted. "I take it he tried to sell you first chance as well? Yeah, he was pretty sure of himself when he 'disarmed' me." Harry used finger quotes. "I was curious to see who'd place a bounty on my head so soon and allowed him to deliver me. Some bird named Nirrti." Harry frowned. "She's a right bitch by the way."

The news surprised everyone including Jacob.

"I thought she was imprisoned for the stunt she pulled at the summit?"

"Well she bought her way back out. Seems your guys' security could use a little tweaking. They knew about me, specifically what I could do. Before I knew it my wand was gone. Luckily they missed the backup I carried."

O'Neill shared knowing looks with Carter.

"It must have been Heru'ur, sir."

Harry swilled the contents of the bottle a bit, trying not to get too worked up over their incompetence. Well, the NID's really. What, did they really think he wasn't aware of the shit going down on their little blue marble? The US government was as rotten as the British Ministry was corrupt.

"Yeah, most of the System lords banded together when news of Apophis's rise over Sokar spread." Harry continued. "Nice work by the way. You literally went to Hell and back."

O'Neill actually smirked, though Jacob cringed, reminded of the unpleasantness while on that moon.

"The Tok'ra would know if you were wanted." Selmak butted in. "We have new spies amongst Lord Yu. Why aren't the System Lords after you anymore?"

This boy was a treasure trove of information.

Harry grinned. "After killing Nirrti, I wiped the System lord's memory of myself. Also did you guys a little favour and removed any reference of the Tau'ri. To top it off their star maps no longer contain the coordinates of our little world. You're welcome, by the way."

It had involved quite a bit of geekery to pull that last part off, as well as Imperioing one of the System lords to get into the main frame and introducing in a program that updated the navigational computers of every Goa'uld ship regardless of who owned it. Quite a feat, especially burying the code under layers of software so it wouldn't be spotted.

Now whenever one of their ships came into communications rage of another the bug would automatically transmit and install itself. The Goa'uld's arrogance in that matter helped immensely. Normally he'd expect there to be a firewall to stop this sort of attack, but it seemed that possibility had never crossed their superior minds.

It wasn't a fool proof plan of course, but by the time the Goa'uld realized there'd be no reference of the Tau'ri Home world on any of their computers. And it wasn't likely they'd ask Apophis anytime soon.

"Impossible! There is no way you could have done what you claim. They must have all been together in order…"

Realization dawned on the Tok'ra elder. "You infiltrated the Hasara Space Station during one of their meetings."

Harry nodded, very pleased with himself that the Tok'ra had figured it out. After all, it had been a bitch to get in there, Cloaked ship or not. Harry wasn't above getting a bit of recognition for pulling off that little stunt.

"Why didn't you just kill them?" O'Neill asked.

Harry cocked his head and glanced over towards the Colonel, who'd accepted his defeat at the hands of Teal'c and pulled up a chair.

"And hand the rest of the Galaxy over to Apophis on a silver platter?"

"Point taken," the older man realized. "You did good, kid. Even if it doesn't work it'll confuse the hell out of the Goa'ulds."

Harry shrugged. "Like I said before, I have friends on Earth and I'd rather not see them get taken as hosts."

The next few days followed the same routine. He observed the easiness with which SG-1 interacted. It reminded him of his time with Ron and Hermione.

Harry shook these thoughts. There was no way he'd join a place like Stargate Command. Besides, the American Ministry still wanted to lock him about the whole fiasco half a year ago.

Teal'c, while reasonably civil chose the company of a candle instead of the rest of the people aboard. The first day was an anomaly, probably a way for him to gather information to present to his master later. Trying to convince him that Apophis was a greasy stain in the bottom of a smouldering crater didn't sit to well with him.

Then again he could still be alive. Harry swore that the shrunken bomb would have killed him in hyperspace that fateful first day. Irregardless, it would be a lot of work getting his mind sorted out.

oOo

"Is this really necessary?"

Janet Frasier was beginning to think a certain member of SG-1 was beginning to rub off on the young man. What she didn't know was that Harry had practically spent whole months of his life in Hospitals, specifically a certain school ward.

"Yes ,Mr. Potter. Now pull up your sleeve. I'm going to take a sample of your blood." The young man hopped off the bed and backed off towards the door. "Not this time, Doc. Sorry."

The Doctor growled, but Harry would have none of it. "Look, blood has a lot of applications for my people. We don't just hand it out like candy."

Not one to usually care for other cultures curiosity got the better of her. It was for medicine after all. "How do you perform blood transfusions then? Surly your medicine is advanced enough to compensate for blood loss."

Harry nodded, still guarded and holding his arm as if she'd fall on him with a syringe. "We have blood replenishing potions." An idea formed then. "I'll give you a large supply if you forgo the tests the next time I drop in."

Janet looked thoughtful. The whole Wizarding thing sat about as well with her as it did with Samantha. Harry realized he was losing her and sweetened the deal. "All right, I'll even throw in some Skelegrow. C'mon, it's a good deal!"

Harry really hated hospitals.

If the thought of blood replenishing via small doses of 'brewed' liquids sounded absurd the revelation that one could just regrow bones was entirely out to lunch.

"Just go," she sighed. Harry wasted no time and did just that.