A/N: I've been made aware that Bebop has been spelled wrong this entire time. I've remedied this, and will fix it in the previous chapters as well. Thanks for pointing this out.
In the end they both received a respectable finder's fee. Harry gave most of his portion to Vala. The stuff would honestly not be worth hauling around, especially now that the ship was packed full of Asgard tech.
Space was rapidly becoming an issue, which only underscored the sad fact that he was a huge Pack Rat. Harry did keep a few nice jewels the Air Force cleared as being merely very valuable instead of priceless.
But he didn't accept them to sit around in some vault collecting dust. If one looked very closely at his fuss ball table they would notice the players heads were now a good deal shinier.
Vala left for a few days to exchange the relatively uncommon gold for something a little more liquid. She'd 'acquired' a Cargo Ship to make the trip. Harry decided to use downtime to catch up with the Quantum mirror.
After all, he rarely got any alone time these days.
He had a system now. Instead of just flipping through the channels randomly every shift was recorded to keep things straight. It was tedious but necessary should he have to backtrack for any reason.
The few times he'd been able to jump to another verse the results were usually the same. Voldemort won, or the Muggles caught wind of the Dark lord's plans and eradicated all magical creatures in Britain and sometimes even the entire planet.
It was sad to think that his universe was one of the few lucky ones where Earth wasn't a smoking pile of rubble. He was beginning to doubt whether he'd ever find a world that held what he sought. Heck even if it happened to come along with the next swipe what would he do then? Just introduce himself and say where he was from?
With a sigh he shifted to another reality. All right, Star Gate Command it is. Harry geared up and touched the rippling surface of the mirror.
The storeroom was dark. He placed a muggle notice me not charm on the door and Apparated away. With the familiar jump from the base in Cheyanne Mountain to Diagon Alley behind him the young Wizard looked around.
OK, people were out and about. There were no burnt husks or boarded up stores. The sky wasn't orange. This looked promising!
Harry decided to forgo the invisibility cloak and simply walked around in his usual Auror Robes. Twice someone asked him for direction, and each time it was a muggle born or someone with no clue about the Alley in general.
He took that as a good sign. The first gens were usually the first to be prosecuted. The usual trip to the Book store yielded no mention of Voldemort or his death Eaters.
Curious.
Digging further back, specifically Halloween 1981 Harry found the reason for this.
The words the front page read; 'ALBUS DUMBLEDORE KILLS YOU KNOW WHO AT GODRICS HOLLOW' followed by a footnote reading 'POTTER CHILD KILLED BY YOU KNOW WHO"
A picture of an injured Dumbledore consoling his parents repeated on the magical picture. A world where Voldemort AND Harry Potter died in the early 80's? Harry couldn't keep himself from grinning.
"Perfect."
While reading dated newspapers was a good way to get information, if he wanted specific details on individuals the DMLE archives were the place to go. Despite the misleading acronym the archives held much more than just case files for criminal investigations.
Harry had a pleasant dinner at the Leaky Cauldron while waiting for the Ministry to close its doors for the night. Tom kept shooting him weary glances but didn't bother him.
Perhaps he should wear glamours for now. After all, he'd been told a million times that he looked like the spitting image of his dad. Young Harry might be gone, but the magical community was small enough to realize he might be a Potter, distantly related or otherwise.
Night soon fell and the Wizard slipped out of the busy tavern into the cold late autumn chill. He checked that his INTAR M9 was switched on and secured in his robes. If he had to stun someone down there he'd better do it with the training devices. He didn't fancy having his wand signature on file. Either of them.
Despite the bitter cold the streets were busy he observed. Yesterday's paper told him today was Saturday, so that was to be expected. It was only seven, and the Muggles were eager to socialize. Harry was pleased to see the visitor entrance was the same here as it was back home.
"Please state the nature of your visit" The cool feminine voice stated upon entering the phone booth. Harry always wondered how it distinguished between a muggle wanting to use the phone and a ministry visitor. Must be a ward or something.
"Breaking and Entering" the space Wizard answered cheerfully. The wall mounted phone spat out a badge which he secured to his robes. Getting in had been easy. Locating the archives would prove to be a bit more difficult.
During his Auror training Harry rarely ever saw the inside of Headquarters, and he didn't stick around long enough to be assigned any cases or even a workspace. He managed to get lost twice before locating the sealed doors that housed the documents he'd come for.
Hours later he re-emerged. This was it. His eventual new home. They were all here. Everyone and then some. The Tom Riddle of this word wasn't nearly as much of a menace as he had been back home.
Likewise Dombledore seemed to have removed his head from his arse and actually done what was necessary. To summarize, it was the perfect place to fall back on should shit really hit the fan in his dimension.
Harry Apparated back to the alternate SGC and pulled his expanded duffel over the Quantum Mirror. Some alien tech simply didn't like being shrunk, and this was one piece he didn't want to risk breaking.
He'd need to work on it for a few hours and this storeroom wasn't the most ideal place. For now he took it back to the room booked at the Leaky Cauldron. The runes had to be perfect, and when complete would cover most of the available surface of the mirror's frame.
It's counterpart on the Bebop had already received the same treatment. Once activated, these two mirrors would become exclusive to one another. The magic would seep through the portal created by the mirror itself and act as an anchor, meaning no risk of losing the connection.
Harry wondered if the Vanishing Cabinets could pull off the same feat, as a backup in case something happened to the mirror. The Bebop already had a room full of the things. A Cabinet room. He'd even gone so far as to hang signs from each just to keep them straight.
Breaking out his stone chisel and wooden mallet he began the tedious work of carving runes. Tomorrow he'd go to Gringotts and buy a property with the fake ID he'd bought at Knockturn Alley earlier. Then he'd ward the living daylights out of it.
oOo
Unlike the busy bank tellers the Gringotts real estate branch saw few customers. Real Estate wasn't nearly as good an investment here as in the muggle world. Sure, Gringotts held property, but much of it was commercial and in the form of shopping centers or the massive muggle high-rise structures in their financial districts.
The average Wizard or Witch didn't move nearly as often as their muggle counterparts. Part of this was because of the horrendous cost of the Wards that often accompanied the buildings.
See Wards could be keyed into new people, but not outright transferred. They needed to be torn down and rebuild from scratch, often at a greater cost than the Estate itself.
The quiet office area tucked away to the side of the main hall held only a few Goblins. They looked thoroughly bored. Sadly the Goblins had no system of browsing through listings without viewing the property in person like the muggles did.
That made property hunting a tedious and time consuming exercise. The first half dozen listings were nice, but not quite what he was looking for. The goblin that had been assigned to Harry was getting testy by the time he shot down property number seven.
"This isn't working" Harry groaned as the port key took them back to the branch. "Don't you have any muggle properties that can be hidden?"
Mudflap grimaced, not pleased with his newest clients picky disposition. "I'll see what I can do."
Twenty minutes later Harry was on the thirteenth floor of one of London's most sought after high-rise building. Ever wonder why the elevators never go to this particular floor? It's certainly not because of the numbers unlucky quality.
"I'll take it." Harry muttered in awe. The business district of London shone brightly through the floor to ceiling windows. Glass and steel goliaths that sparkled brightly in the setting afternoon sun. It was a magnificent sight.
Because of the building's size he'd have to forgo a fully encompassing Fidelius, instead going with a localized version involving ward stones, just like its counterpart inside the Bebop.
A single room in the five thousand square foot condo would be invisible and undetectable. Inside would rest the Quantum mirror. If said building were to collapse right now, this room and its contents would survive without a scratch.
The ownership transfer documents were drafted and handled by his new personal goblin. The funds had been paid in jewels and gold bars up front, something the Goblins appreciated. The reason for this was simple.
He didn't want to risk flooding the economy with his own world's Galleons, something that would surly raise red flags amongst the greedy creatures. With his base of operation selected the dimension traveling Wizard returned to his world.
…aaaand Daniel was waiting for him on the other side. The Wizard groaned at the unexpected visitor.
"Wasn't that mirror supposed to have been destroyed?" the supposedly all-knowing being asked with the typical Jackson-like condescending tone.
Harry cursed, firing back with a comment of his own.
"I could have sworn the Fidelius works on you lot."
Daniel didn't know what he meant but forged on regardless. "Fidelius? That means trustworthy in Latin right? Well it certainly explains why it was so hard to find you."
"Yet here you are!" Harry bitched. "By the way, why is that?"
Never mind the fact that he found his way into the most secure room in the entire galaxy.
"Ah yes, I need your help." Daniel said.
"Again? You know this is getting old fast." Harry folded his arms. "I'm not your lackey Jackson!"
'Damn', Daniel thought. Even Jack wasn't this stubborn, and he'd just had a very similar conversation with him a few minutes ago in an Elevator.
"Look, please just hear me out. I already asked Jack and the others. Could you just humor me and go to the SGC?" Harry threw up his hands and sighed, knowing he wouldn't stop pestering him unless he actually went.
"Fine!"
Harry set a course for Earth. ETA twenty minutes. Long enough for a shower. Harry hoped Jackson could contain himself at least that long. A little under half an hour later and with well-practiced efficiency the Master of Death arrived in the briefing room, which contained SG-1 and Hammond.
Lovely. As if he hadn't seen them enough this month. The group jumped at his unexpected arrival, a fact that always made him smile a bit despite his foul mood.
For once O'Neill was on the ball.
"I take it Danny asked you to come join us?"
Harry grunted an affirmative before sinking into a seat. "Wouldn't tell me why. What's this about anyway? You all look very much alive and well, so it can't be your arses I'm saving."
"We're going to be looking for something called the eye of Ra." O'Neill said sagely, channelling his inner Archeologist.
"Sounds revolting." As always Harry was being his annoying self, though at least today he wasn't so damn cheerful when doing it. O'Neill explained what the jewels did and why Anubis needed to be stopped. They left through the gate for Abydos shortly after.
Harry decided to help Teal'c with setting up a perimeter instead of searching the catacombs. The Abydonians eyed him suspiciously but seemed friendly enough.
Sure enough, not twenty minutes after arriving Anubis crashed the party. A half dozen Al'Kesh and gliders mercilessly strafed what little cover there was to be found. Then the first troop transports came in. The muggle guns and rocket launchers were next to useless. Harry clipped one glider with a blasting curse, but he wasn't faring much better.
The Bebop would have torn these guys asunder, but even with the most advanced Hyperdrive the trip would have taken a little over an hour, so the point was moot.
They were quickly pushed inside the Pyramid. The loose sand was hastily transfigured into a solid stone slab. It would hold for a while, but time was not on their side.
As an added bonus there was a hollow cavity in the barrier that contained a swarm of angry hornets. The second they blasted the first layer of rock the entire nest would attack.
Hey, Harry had to vent on someone for ruining his previously good mood, so why not some innocent order following Jaffa.
The Colonel poked his head in shortly after. "How are you kids holding up?"
"You better have that eye O'Neill." Harry said dryly. He didn't like not having the Bebop here, but like he said earlier the timing wouldn't have worked. On que a half dozen Jaffa ringed down. They were quickly cut to ribbons, but managed to take out the last of the local defenders. The gate also activated. They were stuck.
Teal'c, Jack and Harry ran through the Catacombs and met Carter and Jonas halfway. They had the eye, but no way to get back. But that didn't mean Harry couldn't make Anubis's Jaffa pay for every inch of ground gained. Dozens of nasty/humiliating single use runes he kept on a thick stack of sticky notes were plastered on the stone walls around archways, corners, and corridors.
Linked pairs of lightning runes, one negatively charged, the other positively would go off if a medium passed between them, causing boils and extreme hair growth from all manner of orifices.
Threshold activated quicksand that could swallow a man up to the neck in seconds while a magical feather tickled the individual's feet in a pocket of space directly below the victim.
One even switched clothing, as one unlucky Jaffa would soon find out. Call it part of his Marauder heritage. Did you know that hazing and ridicule was common amongst all Jaffa armies?
Well the hot pink fishnet one piece Harry opted to tie into that particular rune ensured that the individual in question would forever hate the Tau'ri.
It worked for a while, and the screams of terror/outrage did amuse Harry somewhat. Enough at least to pull him from the rut Daniel pushed him into this morning. But undeterred by the general nastiness they encountered Anubis's raiding party eventually forced them into the room containing Ra's swag.
A winged swarm of battery powered pleasure toys shot into the large antechamber, announcing the last barrier had been breached. They looked like those flying keys back when he was in first year, but instead of avoiding these would slap the unsuspecting Jaffa across the face when they weren't looking.
Anubis's forces had given up on destroying them after figuring out they multiply if shot.
Harry meanwhile had shrunken down all of the naked female Egyptian statues and stowed them in his bag. Part of his greater plan to beautify the Bebop with all manner of useless but eye-catching clutter.
Maybe he'd dress them in the Jaffa armor? Carter looked at the pervert with a look of revulsion. Harry simply replied by flipping her the bird, a tradition the two continued to share.
A very angry and flustered voice finally boomed from the room beyond the hidden chamber. "We have you surrounded! Hand over the eye of Ra or be destroyed!"
O'Neill, trying to stay focused with all the craziness happening held out the red eye with a complimentary brick of C4 attached to it for Her'ak to see.
"You try barging in and we blow your prize sky high. Now go on and run back to your Greasy Master."
O'Neill's negotiation skills were legendary!
As Her'ak left Harry fired a wandless tripping hex at the First Prime, then laughed as he got up. The Blonde Jaffa face grew red with anger but didn't rise to the bait.
Harry some time ago had come to the conclusion that killing Jaffa didn't serve any real purpose. It was far better to toy with them, and kept his ledger a little cleaner in the process.
"Is it really necessary to further antagonize them?" Jonas asked.
The Wizard looked at the Kelownan man with pity. Oh if you only knew Quinn. Harry had been pulling this shit on the System Lords for months now. His favorite one was pumping Lord Yu's Pel'tak full of Helium while he was addressing the combined forces of the System Lords.
Sadly a number of his Jaffa were executed on the spot for cracking up, but the resulting Holo recording continued to be the most traded piece of digital information in the galaxy to this day.
"Absolutely" Harry answered, nodding like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He then quickly stepped over towards where O'Neill and Quinn stood.
"Hand me that Jewel." He said.
"Why?" was the obvious response from the Colonel. Harry rolled his eyes.
"So I can make a believable counterfeit. He levitated a fist full of nearby rubies and went to work. If they wanted to get out of this in one piece the Jewel would have to be surrendered. Harry for one had no intention of letting the real one fall into Anubis's hands.
Her'ak returned, stating that Abydos would be destroyed should they continue to defy his Master. The whole conversation was so cliché Harry groaned.
The replica was complete, and fit inside the golden retainer perfectly. Harry pocketed the original and hoped his poker face would be good enough to pull this off. Just as he was getting ready to make the Handover Jackson stopped by to convince SG-1 to hand over the eye.
Funny because they would have done that anyway. Anubis had pinky sworn not to destroy Abydos. How Daniel was buying this shite was beyond him. Maybe when you ascended the brain didn't make the journey. This whole system of non-interference the Ancients had was pretty idiotic after all.
The fake eye was handed over with the sincerity of a used car sales man waving as you drove of the lot and Anubis's forces departed. Harry and SG-1 didn't stick around to see who would win the slugfest in orbit, but Anubis sure would be pissed when he realized he'd been duped. The question now was would he blame the Tau'ri or Harry specifically?
oOo
Harry spent the following weeks researching the differences between the two mirror connected worlds, but eventually returned to the Bebop to find a message waiting for him from Earth. SG-1 it seemed went looking for trouble again and pissed off the inhabitants of another Galaxy using a communication device they found under Glastonbury Tor a few months back.
Wow, it would be hard to top that, even for him.
He and Vala are asked to return to Earth as soon as possible. The Wizard wondered what exactly they wanted him for but shelved the question for later. He flopped down on the sofa and summoned the lookie talkie from across the room.
"Vala, how goes the thieving?" The hand held mirror shimmered to life, showing his unimpressed 'Business Partner'
"It would be a lot better if you'd stop interrupting important meetings." She hissed.
Whoops.
"All right, I'll make this quick then. Head back to Earth when you're done. The SGC wants to talk to us."
"…again" he added in annoyance.
Vala cut the connection before he'd even finished the last sentence. Sheesh, some people.
oOo
"So how bad is it?"
Considering Daniel had made an appearance he had a fair idea already. What he didn't know was that Danny was back, in the flesh so to speak. No more spying on poor little Harry.
"Oh it's bad." The good Colonel said. And here O'Neill was usually the positive one.
"We pissed of another Galaxy's version of the Ancients." He added when Harry gave him a curious look.
Wow, that was bad.
"Okay. So what do you want with me. Shouldn't I be packing or something?"
Harry drew the line for helping people when un-killable energy beings were involved. Fighting Ascended beings that could snuff you from existence with a sneeze? No way Jose. His new home looked more inviting by the minute.
"The Ori can't personally get involved. But they are sharing their knowledge freely with their Worshippers. It's a neat way to avoid all-out war with the Ancients here in the Milky Way.
We were hoping you could set up a meeting with the Asgard. They upgraded your ship right? We are hoping they can do something similar for us."
"Do you even have ships?" Harry asked, fully expecting to receive a 'no' for an answer.
"Well, after getting our hands on Heru'ur's Ha'tak a few years back we started laying keels for a few..." Jack answered. Harry crossed his arms.
"How many is a few?"
"A baker's dozen."
Seriously, what was it with the number thirteen lately? Harry cupped his face and leaned forward, groaning.
"All right. And these ships, what can they do?"
Carter handed over one of the ubiquitous manila folders so eloquently decorated with the equally familiar TOP SECRET stamp. Harry glossed over the highlights.
Staff weapons, rail guns of various calibers, Ballistic missiles? Not bad. The Bebop had its bomb bays retrofitted to make space for the Asgard's prototype Beam weapon. Apart from that there was the pair of bulbous staff guns mounted on the underside of the Hull which he'd kept. They were good for harassing bigger ships.
With more advanced shields and weapons like his these hunks of junk could prove effective. Of course convincing Thor and company to spring for these kinds of upgrades was an entirely different matter altogether. They still had their hands full with the Replicators after all.
He reviewed the weapons load out again. Hmm, this might work. Harry looked up from the plans spread out before him.
"I'll ask, but can't promise any guarantees. One thing I can tell you though. If you lend your ships to the Asgard to help fight the Replicators there's a far better chance of them saying yes.
Those guys have some serious issues with their energy based weapons when it comes to fighting the bugs. Your ships are like your guns."
"Crude but effective."
General Hammond nodded, grateful that Potter was proving useful for once.
Harry Apparated back to the Bebop and headed for one particular Vanishing Cabinet. Its twin currently sat in the High council building on Orilla. Technology might the way of the future, but magic still took the cherry on the cake.
oOo
"They'll do it." The wizard announced the second he appeared in the occupied briefing room later that day. The guards at this point had stopped bothering with trying to get him to sign in the normal way.
Hammond gestured Harry to follow him inside his office, leaving a very unappreciated SG-3 hanging out to dry.
"A single freighter with an engineering crew was dispatched from Ida an hour ago. It had taken Harry the better part of the day to convince the council of the plan, which had been cooked up in under ten seconds.
"They'll arrive on Earth soon to begin retrofitting your hyper drives for the journey. Once done they want all your ships to head over there."
"All of them?" General Hammond asked. "That won't sit well with the President."
"Sorry, but it was all or nothing." Harry shrugged. "Personally I suggest you take them up on this offer. The campaign might take a few months but when finished you'll have superior ships and the entirety of the Asgard fleets to help defend the Milky Way."
Despite his better judgment Harry opened his mouth one more time.
"Look, I can keep the Bebop here while your forces are away. Its Beam weapons can handle anything up to and including a Ha'tak." Harry didn't mention that the recharge rate of the buffers meant that it could only be used as a selective strategic weapon. If there were more than a few ships they'd be royally fucked.
George Hammond sighed.
"I'll let the President know that." Harry nodded and let himself out, moseyed on over to Jackson's lab.
"Hey Danny boy, saving the world one ancient relic at a time again?"
Daniel was pouring over mission reports for another SG team.
"Oh hey Harry. Actually you're not that far off." The Muggle flipped to the next page. The news of an impending invasion weighed heavily on the man's mind. Certainly more so than Harry's, that's for sure.
Jackson activated the screen of the lab's desktop and showed Harry a picture of a strange device. Harry crinkled his nose in disapproval. "It looks like an angry pimple."
Daniel it seemed wasn't one for much silly talk. "It's a repository of knowledge. The ancients left a number of these behind before they vanished." He pushed off the desk, rolling his office chair back to the table cluttered with mission reports.
"Annnd it looks like we just stumbled across another one."
"Cool beans." Harry seriously needed to stop hanging out with Casandra and her friends. Some of the silly stuff they said was beginning to rub off on him.
A little while ago he'd received a message from Star Gate command requesting help with a problem they were having. Surprise, Surprise! Sadly Harry kept answering. He wondered if there was some sort of block caller function his ship had.
Harry, who'd been the one to dispatch Nirrti was deemed their one and only long shot at saving Janet Frasier's sick little girl. Harry of course hadn't the faintest idea of what to do. Instead he stuffed her into the freshly repaired Sarcophagus and presto! All better. The good Doctor hasn't asked him for a physical since then. Not that he could be swayed.
'That's what you get for saving the Brat's life' his useless subconscious chided.
"Quiet you" he growled.
"Did you say something?" Jackson asked.
"Nope! How bout I leave you to it."
Harry moved on, finding O'Neill and Teal'c playing basketball the gym. Never one for sports other than Quidditch the young man kept walking. He didn't even want to imagine the carnage if he went to visit Carter.
Perhaps it was time to visit 'the other place' for a few days. A quick messenger Patronus to the General informing the man of his absence and Harry Apparated to the Bebop. It was time to make an entrance on the other side.
oOo
Unfortunately for Harry he had no idea on what to do. Currently standing in the middle of Diagon Alley he was at a loss of how to proceed. Contact the Potters and just say; 'Hi guys, it's your long dead son from another reality' just didn't seem right.
Yup, one way ticket to the St. Mungo's mental health ward. Perhaps pretending to be an evil Dark lord solely interested in turning the magical population of Britain into sex crazed berserkers. No, the ugly people would ruin it for everyone.
Harry sighed. Maybe a visit to see Albus would help? After all, he did sort of run the Government. Sneaky lemon drop loving bastard.
Yes, keeping Albus in the loop would be prudent. Thanks to the wards around the castle Harry was forced to walk from Hogsmeade. Despite his hectic lifestyle he really hadn't dealt with any magic apart from his own in the last few years.
It was shocking just how complacent he'd gotten, Apparating wherever he wanted. The visit with Shack was the exception to the rule, and first reminded the young man of just how lazy he'd become. Like when the twins Apparated down the stairs at Grimmauld back when they got their license. Harry grinned at the memory and briefly wondered how the other Fred was doing.
The castle was just like he'd remembered it, down to the vicious temperament of the Womping Willow. It was still light out, and quite honestly Harry had no idea if it was a weekday or not, yet alone what month it was.
The temperature wasn't too cold, but in Scotland that didn't mean much. Perhaps a letter would have been the wiser choice.
One thing Harry always was curious about is if uninvited guests could just walk into the school. With so few teachers and no security to speak of other than the identifying wards it should be rather easy, right?
Not really. As the main gate came into view a figure slipped through the doors. Harry groaned. Of all the teachers it had to be Snape.
The potions master stood at rigid attention. "And who might you be?" Even his voice sounded greasy.
"Good afternoon Sir." Harry greeted, his stomach reeling at the thought of having to talk to this ponce, yet alone in a civilized manner.
Severus raised an eyebrow. "It is morning."
Oh.
"I'd like to speak to Albus Dumbledore if at all possible." He inquired, skipping over that little mishap.
"Your name?" it seemed Snape was having as much problems holding back his annoyance as he was. Harry pulled out his ID and stared at the card in disbelief.
I.C. Wiener? Who the fuck did this? He was going to burn down all of Knockturn alley once he was done here! No wonder the Goblin grinned like that when he'd handed over his Identification last month.
Harry forced a very difficult smile. "Ikarus, he made up on the fly. Ikarus…Wiener."
The corner of Snape's mouth was twitching. Harry couldn't tell if it was in anger or amusement. To be honest he didn't know if Snape was capable of laughter.
"The Headmaster is currently unavailable."
Darn. "Well then, could I set up an appointment?
"Do I look like his secretary?" the Potions Professor hissed.
Don't say yes, don't say yes.
"Yes."
Bugger. Now that twitch was from being angry.
"I'll just Owl him." Harry turned around and walked away from the castle. All in all it could have been worse, he concluded while walking down the dirt path. At least no one got hexed. Then he remembered his ID.
oOo
"Hey Potter, I need you to take a squad down to Nockturn!" Director Bones hollered across the cubicle farm that made up a large portion of the DMLE. "Some crazy trigger happy bastard leveled a half dozen shops and left the oddest un-removable swamp in the middle of the alley."
James Potter cherry picked his brightest subordinates, and hoped he wouldn't need to contact his wife for help on this one.
"Proudfoot, Jenkins, Tonks!" the middle aged man sporting glasses barked. "Gear up, we're going shopping."
oOo
Several days later…
"My Slytherin Head of house informed me you wished to meet in person a number of days ago." a very much alive Albus Dumbledore stated before sitting back down behind his desk. Harry followed suit and sat in one of the visitor chairs. Fawkes was studying him carefully.
"Ah yes. I see he did relay the message then?"Albus's eyes twinkled. Harry couldn't stand it.
"In a way."
"Well thank you for seeing me. I don't expect you to know me."
"Yes, I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage Mr. Wiener."
Harry winced. "Yeah, I really should have checked the name before handing over my Galleons to that counterfeiter."
Despite the impromptu confession Albus remained in good spirits, even chuckling a bit.
"Indeed you should have. I assume you are going to tell me your real name then?"
Harry had pondered whether to tell the old coot who he was, and ultimately concluded that it wouldn't hurt. After all, the prophesy here was said and done.
Baby Harry had been killed, and Albus then finished Voldemort. The real question then was if the Hogwarts Headmaster had solved the Horcrux mystery or not.
No, keeping secrets was what got Dumbledore killed in the first place. Harry wouldn't follow that same path. The two men locked eyes and he lowered his Occlumency shields while bringing a memory to the forefront of his mind.
"Harry James Potter"
Those three words shattered the easy going façade of the headmaster. As expected Harry felt a most gentle Legilimency probe, and he offered up the single memory before raising his shields once more.
"Oh my."
The young man nodded in agreement and grabbed a sweet from the bowl. "I've got a bit of a story for you." He said before popping the stale confection into his mouth.
oOo
It was well after sundown by the time Harry left the Headmaster's office. But he wasn't alone. Though Albus believed every word that young Mr. Potter had said, he dearly hoped that tales of events he'd brought with him had not come to pass here in this world.
The easiest way to establish this was a suggestion from the young man himself. Find Ravenclaw's Diadem in the Room of Requirement. Even as Headmaster the elder Dumbledore had no idea such a place existed.
"You know I've been attempting to recreate this place on my ship" Harry supplied as he walked past the same bare stretch of wall for the third time. An ornamental door appeared from the stonework.
"And how is it progressing?" Dumbledore asked pleasantly, though inside he was both exited and very, very nervous.
"Mixed results. I'd call it a work in progress." The room was mostly complete, but like any work in progress there were a few…glitches. Like that time it splinched him when walking out the door. That was fan-fucking-tastic by the way.
It was incredibly difficult throwing your legs into the sarcophagus before dragging yourself in after them. They walked through narrow pathways of bare stone surrounded by mountains of items.
"My memory's a bit hazy, but…" he took off down a familiar looking path. He'd seen that rug before! Left, left, and finally a right.
"Damn!" They stood in a small clearing with a dusty wardrobe off to the side. On it rested a very familiar piece of Silver Jewellery.
Harry conjured a set of gloves and velvet drawstring bag. Even from here he could sense its inherent evil. The founder's item carefully found its way into the bag, which Harry held out to Albus.
A few hours ago the Headmaster had looked carefree and youthful. Now his true age was beginning to show. Harry actually felt bad for dropping this bombshell on the old coot. After all, he could have just collected them in secret.
"Don't worry Professor." Harry said, with actual sincerity and everything.
"We'll round them up and destroy them."
Man that sounded cheesy.
Harry left the castle with the Horcrux. There were a few options on how to go about destroying it, but none sounded better than chucking it an unstable vortex of a Star Gate activating. He needed to check in with the SGC anyway.
The Asgard should be here by now. The mirror transported him back to the ship, and he left the Mirror room and walked over to the gate, whistling a merry tune. The address was random. One of the many planets with no occupants.
Just as he pressed the large orange orb on the DHD the Diadem was tossed towards the gate. The white wash of the gate activating swallowed the bag. For a split second there was an unholy screech, then nothing. The faint squishy sounds the gate made when it was on was all that could be heard.
The gate shut off.
That done, he ringed down to surface. It had been a long day full of Apparation. Better to play it safe and go the slow way. Thinking about splinching himself always made him a bit more cautious.
So the AU bit of the story is getting some more love. A lot of people don't like Albus, and there are obviously some very valid reasons for this. But I didn't want this to turn into a bashing fic. Harry isn't going to brood because his childhood sucked. He chose to come here, so he has no right to treat these people like crap. Well at least more than he usually does. After all, they didn't do anything to wrong him. Just my two cents.
