"Hey, what on Earth happened between you and Sirius by the way?" Harry was hanging his coat, having returned from an errand with JP and Sara for dinner that night. His mother it seemed was a real scatterbrain.
He briefly wondered how someone like that could become so good at potions. Images of personal tutor lessons with Snape came to mind, and all of a sudden Harry became very upset with his ever wandering imagination.
He gagged and tried to make it sound like a cough.
The elder Potter put down his newspaper. "You met Lord Black?" he asked, not remembering their very first conversation.
"Yeah, a few weeks ago. JP was telling me how much of an ass his kid was in Hogwarts. Heck, he didn't even have any kids in my 'verse."
The Potter children took up various seats in the living room. It seemed every time Harry opened his mouth they'd learn more about their parents or the Family in general.
James sighed. He hadn't expected Harry to know him.
"Back when the Marauders were still in school Black locked Severus Snape in the Shrieking Shack with Remus during a full moon night. Snape was bitten, and Black expelled. We…"
James sighed.
"He went too far. The few times we saw each other since then have been tense. He feels I betrayed him for not having his back."
Harry scratched the stubble on his chin.
"Huh, I heard a similar story, but you and that backstabbing rat Peter managed to save Snape before Remus could do any serious damage." Harry wasn't used to watching what he said and regretted the comment the second it left his mouth.
James's frown deepened. To think that an alternate version of him had managed to salvage what at the time was a great relationship. The older Potter's shoulder slumped. Way to go Harry, depressing your new dad on the second day.
"For what it's worth there seems to be a spark of humor left under that stuffy pureblood exterior. He wanted to laugh at my fake name." Harry shrugged. "Maybe we should prank him."
The Auror in James thought that was a very bad idea. Black held a lot of political power, and was quite competent at wielding that power. He could lose his job if that happened.
"Better not. I doubt he'd take it lightly."
Before Harry could argue his very effective rehabilitation abilities Lily called them for supper.
"You have a fake name?" Sara asked as they filed into the dining room. Leave it to her to pick up on the small things. This time Harry frowned.
"Yeah, but let's not talk about it. It's bad. I already roughed up the bloke who sold it to me and levelled his shop…and a few others"
James tripped on his way to the table. "You're the punk who left an enchanted swamp in Nockturn?"
Harry winced at the slip up. Of course James would be involved after that momentary lapse of control he'd suffered with the Forger. "Err, maybe?"
"Really Harry?" Lily Potter sat a plate in front of the sheepish looking young man and shook her head. Damn, she was guilt tripping him wasn't she?
"It took some of the smartest charms masters to undo that mess." Lily still went to the occasional Slughorn Party and mingled with a few of the poor souls that had been asked to unravel that particular mess. "They called it a fine piece of magic, but devilish to undo."
Harry thanked her and summoned the nearby jug of juice from the counter. "Sorry, I can't take the credit for it. That would be the Weasley Twins. They mass produced them from their joke shop in Diagon. In fact I have a half dozen in my for the undoing part, I would venture a guess that they picked their older brothers head a bit and mixed some curse breaking elements into the final design."
"So anyone can use them?" JP asked, sounding worried. He'd been a second year when those two graduated Hogwarts, much to the relief of the staff and quite a few students. Peaves actually cried.
"Yeah, pretty sweet eh? They came up with a lot of weaponized stuff during the second Blood war. Bloody brilliant those two are, though you wouldn't expect it if you looked at them." Harry grinned.
Harry and his dinner were ready to do battle. Armed with cutlery and a promise to out-eat JP but he suddenly felt several sets of eyes on him. The Potters observed him with various expressions, all holding hands.
"Oh, you say Grace?" He'd only ever observed Hermione's parents do so.
"Only for the big dinners like Christmas or Easter." James confirmed, sounding very supportive.
Not.
"Lily would be to blame for that." James didn't care for the custom it seemed. He winced when the petite Mrs. Potter proceeded to roll his knuckles in her vice like grip.
"Right." Harry took the outstretched hands of Sara and JP. Who'd have thought Mom was the religious one. Dinner was every bit as good as a Molly Weasley home cooked meal. Used to eating alone and usually while working on some project this was pure bliss in comparison.
Granted, his new family didn't talk much while eating, again a manners thing ruthlessly enforced by Lily Potter. But it was still nice.
His offer of cleaning after dinner was rebuffed. Instead the brushes and sponges sprang to life and went to work while the Potters moved back into the living room. He needed to get that spell from his Mom. He'd been using the Bebop's Room of requirement as a dishwasher for far too long.
"Hey Dad?" Calling James that was still a bit weird to Harry, but they'd insisted.
"Hmm?" The Head of the Potter family was focused on his hand, which would be strange if they weren't playing poker. Apparently it was a family tradition.
No issues there, gambling was a big thing in the places he frequented around the Milky Way and magic always beat cheating. Never mind that he was down by twenty Galleons at the moment.
"If there was a dark and dangerous magical artifact hiding in Malfoy Manor, how would you go about retrieving it? Theoretically of course." He added, as if that would make it ok.
James's poker face slipped and he shot Harry a look that all but said; 'Don't you dare'
"Malfoy Manor may as well be an extension of their Gringotts vault." James offered, if only to dissuade his wayward son. "There is no way in unless they want you there. Even if Lucius didn't bribe his way out of trouble it would take several of the best curse breaker teams in the country weeks to drop the Wards before the DMLE could gain access. The place is a fortress."
Harry had expected that much. Dang!
Sara dealt the third and final card and Harry saw Lily's mouth twitch ever so slightly. His poor father didn't and matched her stack of Galleons. JP was already out, and Harry wisely folded as well.
"Just how many of these things are you hunting?" JP asked, watching as his mom squealed in delight and began pulling the rather large pile of money towards her. Harry avoided eye contact with James, who normally read his wife like a book.
"Well, Albus and I destroyed three. And there are three left."
"And one is in Malfoy Manor while another rests in Gringotts? James sighed.
"Yes" Harry shuffled the deck and handed out cards from left to right. "We got all the easy ones already."
"The Wards on the Manor will kill you if you try to gain entry. And the Goblins will tear you limb from limb if you attempt to steal from them. Please Harry, leave it be."
He burned the first card and placed three on the table.
"The great thing about these objects is that I don't need to take them, but simply destroy them. If the Malfoy Ancestral Home burns in the process, so much the better!"
"Harry." James said with a growl.
Harry though just smiled innocently. "Remember, this is all hypothetical." JP smirked and shook his head.
oOo
"What could give us the edge on these guys?" O'Neill asked the room full of Scientists. "Cause there's a force field out there right now that is going to become their beachhead pretty soon." A holographic image of the bluish dome surrounding the planet rotated lazily on the red and black conference table.
"Heck, the only reason we know all of this is because of some fat Goa'uld stuffing its face with KFC and Walmart box Wine told us!" for once Harry couldn't contain his amusement and snorted.
"Sorry" the messy haired Wizard said, trying to re-divert O'Neill's attention back to the poor bloke getting the verbal thrashing of the century.
"There must be reason he came here to warn us." Teal'c piped in. "A Goa'uld will always have ulterior motives."
"So we get it out of him. Harry, you want to do the honors?" The wizard sitting between the big guy and Jackson shrugged.
"Sure. Shouldn't take long."
Jack meanwhile had only just started. "What about the repository. You've had it for two months now and there still hasn't been a stitch of progress."
Man those Area 51 guys were getting chewed out right now. Who'd have thought ol' Jack had it in him?
"Colonel, we simply need more time!" the hapless scientist begged.
"Well were out of time! You have 24 hours before someone volunteers to stick their head into that thing!"
Harry, who'd been content with staying out of this looked around with mild confusion.
"Umm, why haven't you done that already? he asked, hoping it wasn't a stupid question.
"Human physiology hasn't evolved far enough to handle the load placed on the brain." Carter explained, actually sounding sincere.
"The last time Colonel O'Neill was almost killed by the knowledge. The Asgard removed it and saved him."
"Then I'll do it." The muggles around the conference table looked concerned.
"What? Apparently I was advanced enough to help the Asgard with their little cloning issue. It stands to reason I can handle whatever's in that box. Even in the off chance I can't all I have to do is walk through the vanishing cabinet and bam, I'm on Orilla. Quit screwing around already and let's do this."
The scientists and Carters subconsciously started rubbing their foreheads with obvious distress at the thought of a pair of wooden Wardrobe Cabinets that allowed for instantaneous travel to another galaxy.
General Hammond and O'Neill gave each other questioning looks. "Sir, are we really entertaining the idea of giving Harry even more ammunition for his crazy plans?" the Colonel whispered.
"What, like turn my 100' spaceship into an unstoppable Leviathan and take over the Galaxy?" Seems as though he'd overheard them.
"And you'd freely share any and all technology to help defend ourselves?" The general seemed to try and assure himself that there was at least a chance that Harry would co-operate.
He crossed his arms. "General, contrary to what you think I do still have friends on this planet that I care about. I'm dedicated to the defense of Earth as much as the next person. Hell, why do you think I keep helping you amateurs?"
For once the troublesome Wizard actually made sense, insulting barbs aside. And that, that scared the General more than anything out there.
oOo
After Crucioing the fat Goa'uld for a bit he spilt the beans, almost literally. The Ori were planning something big, though even he wasn't sure what it was. In the meantime Harry and SG-1 had taken a little field trip to Nevada.
"So what is this going to feel like? Ice-cream scoop scraping out your brain? A bleach dripping toilet brush being pushed through your ear?"
Jack grimaced at the very vivid descriptions their paid consultant Wizard was providing and instead focused on finishing their journey through the maze that was Area 51.
"Beats me. When I came to there was a bunch of Asgard hovering over me. Don't remember much else."
"Wonderful." Harry frowned. The Ancients had managed to invent a mechanical version of Roofies. "Well, let's get this over with then."
There was a very good reason why something held on to your head when looking into one of those things. The pain was immense. Harry's instinctual reaction was to try and back away, which of course didn't work.
Several seconds of girlish screaming later…
"Oww!" he moaned, lying on the concrete floor of the lab housing the Ancient Torture device. What else could it possibly be?
"Are you in pain Harry Potter?" Teal'c asked, sounding genuinely concerned. Harry didn't clue into that and did the usual thing when faced with a head splitting migraine. Lay on the sarcasm.
"Does the Pope shit in the woods Teal'c?"
Teal'c looked confused. O'Neill meanwhile was banging a fist against a nearby wall.
"All right, let's get him up." The Major said with a sigh. Honestly, as if having one of them wasn't enough.
The trip back to the SGC was one he didn't care to repeat. Pain potions did nothing to ease his suffering, and the company was lousy. He'd have a better time getting Crucio'd by Voldemort himself.
Add to that the fact that every few minutes someone asked if he knew anything new compounded his misery. In the end Harry threw in the towel and downed two doses of dreamless. He didn't even care that his head would be resting against Carter's shoulder during the Humvee ride back to base.
Officially she objected, but even a hard-core machoist like the Major could appreciate that a sleeping Harry did look a little cute.
Yay for him.
oOo
The familiar sight of the Infirmary ceiling was the first thing his blurry eyes took in.
"Hey you." Janet greeted. "How are you feeling?"
The headache was of course still there. But hot damn, there was some interesting stuff lodged up there now. "Fine I guess." He sounded groggy. "How long have I been out?"
Janet frowned. "You're pushing three days. The odd thing was that you weren't actually in a coma. We just couldn't wake you."
Wow, that was surprising. Who'd have thought two doses of sleeping drought would knock him out for that long. Guess those warning labels weren't just to scare little kids. Pomfrey would have a cow if she knew.
Frasier sounded intrigued as to how that happened. Harry though was in no mood to elaborate. Wanting the need to get a move on Harry threw off the covers and wordlessly transfigured the Hospital gown into something more…covering.
"ThanksDoc I'mallbetter byenow." Janet sighed as he ran from the room.
He apparated directly into the briefing room, a by-product of not being trusted with a security card. Or maybe Hammond simply thought he didn't need one. Speaking of Hammond, the short bald man was currently sitting with his favorite SG unit.
"General, I need access to a lab and machine shop!" Once again Harry interrupted a mission brief, again with SG3. Those guys were really starting to hate him. Hammond sighed before rising and walking into his office. Harry just assumed he was to follow. "I'll phone Area 51."
"Do that. I'll also need Carter." Harry never thought those words would ever leave his lips. With a crack he disappeared.
Sam heard a whip like noise behind her, and before she could even turn around a hand had grabbed her and she was forced through an impossibly small opening. The air inside her lungs threatened to burst out as she was being compressed. Then it all stopped.
"Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick." She proceeded to completely and utterly ruin a potted indoor plant in the entrance lobby of the top secret facility.
"Harry? She wheezed, still hunched over. "What the hell did you do to me?"
The younger man fired off an oral cleaning charm and handed her some Gravol. The muggles accepted it more willingly than a fizzling green substance in an unmarked vial. Besides, the non-magical stuff worked almost as good and didn't taste like feet.
"C'mon Blondie, we have work to do."
The boys at Area 51 were already busy readying the mothballed workshop. Harry told them not to bother, slapping transponder beacons on several big machines for the Bebop's transport beams. Various pieces of equipment including Lathes, C&C machines and workstations all vanished in the blink of an eye.
"Why do you need all this stuff? Doesn't your ship have matter converters? Sam had been practically begging Harry to let her use the advanced Asgard tech.
"They'll be busy making Drones. In the meantime we need to make some goodies for when the Ori arrive."
"You know what that shield is don't you?" She concluded.
He sighed.
"Oh yeah. And it's not good. Your fleet is still tied up in the Ida galaxy, and the Ori will mop the floor with the Goa'uld if we don't stop them here and now."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
He shrugged. "Sure, initially. But it'll take them only a few weeks, a month tops before they turn their attention to Earth. That toehold they have now needs to go."
Harry and Sam were beamed up a few seconds later. He'd apparated three times in five minutes. Do it too much and you tend to get sloppy. And sloppy in this case is very bad. A minute later the rest of SG-1 was aboard as well.
"Would you stop doing that!" O'Neill complained after picking himself off the floor. From the looks of it he was getting ready to eat lunch.
"Harry?" Daniel asked. "What's going on?"
The Bebop slipped into Hyperspace and the young Wizard swiveled the captain's chair to face them. "We're going to check out this shield your portly friend was talking about."
"Wonderful." The Colonel stated, flopping down in the co-pilot's seat. Field Trips with Harry tended to end badly. Thankfully the journey only lasted twenty minutes. When they arrived a cluster of Three Ha'tak's were busy pounding the blue shield.
The Asgard sensors immediately flooded the heads up display with a combination of English and ancient.
"Firing on the Shield will only strengthen it." Harry muttered, eyes scanning through the sensor readings.
"It has some sort of feedback function I'm not privy to. There seem to be growth phases where it weakens though. We should drop in and see what's going on."
They beamed down. The gate was active, but aside from the single Prior standing around looking bored out of his tree there was no one around. Some invasion this was shaping up to be.
"Hiya! Nice weather we're having today right?" The prior flipped a page from the Book of Origin, effectively ignoring the Colonel.
"So, what brings you here?" The question, whether he ignored it or not will bring forth the answers Harry was looking for. With his wand out he clearly cast the Legilimency spell. Harry blinked a few times, absorbing what he was seeing.
"Oh wow. Damn that's ambitious." The prior paused and stared at the young man. The eye contact only made it easier for him.
"All-righty-then. Lads, I think it's time to go." Fortunately the Prior didn't attempt to stop them.
O'Neill tapped his P-90. "Why, we just got he…" a beam of light took them.
"…re." He looked around. "You know that's really annoying. Not to mention rude."
Harry took the ship back into Hyperspace. "Why are we leaving Harry Potter?" Teal'c asked. "Do you not wish to stop the Prior?"
"We are, but unless that guy was feeding me a huge load of shit we are massively screwed. This is even worse than I thought."
Harry was always the confident one. If he said they were royally fucked you could take it to the bank.
"As for our destination, it's called Praclarush."
"Lost in fire?" Danny Boy was getting good at his Ancient.
"Bingo! There's a small outpost there with a power source we need. The other one would take too long to get to." Carter's ears perked up. "What kind of power source?"
"It pulls energy from an Artificial Pocket of Subspace time." Harry began massaging his temple. All that knowledge was severely taxing his poor brain. After all, he already had a whole other person's memories in there already. The dismissive explanation made the Major weak in the knees.
"Wow! That's…just wow."
Jack's eyebrows rose. It took a lot to leave Carter speechless. "Carter, are you going to share with the class or do I need to order you to explain."
"Sir what he's talking about could solve the Energy needs of everyone in the galaxy. I mean, it's nearly limitless!" Sam refocused on Harry. "How big is this thing?"
Harry held his arms apart about a foot. "Really? That's amazing."
The dirty minded Wizard smirked. "So I've been told."
She shot him a dirty look. Harry next clapped his hands together and rose.
"Ok kids, do whatever you want. I need to go work for a few hours. Cater, I'll holler if I need you."
"Wait, what about the matter converters. You still haven't told me what drones are."
The Wizard snapped his fingers. "Oh yeah. Thanks for reminding me." Harry fiddled with a metallic device hung around his neck and Vanished. Now normally that wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but this looked a bit different from the usual way he moved. Not three seconds later he walked back in with a squid like device about two feet long.
"What did you just do?" She was already dreading the answer. Harry grinned, knowing this would rub her the wrong way. "I needed to write the software updates for the Matter converters to begin their work. Just a bit of harmless time travel."
Just outright choosing to overhear the last part she took the Drone from his grasp and looked it over. Harry was a bit disappointed at the lack of reaction. Damn! She was on to him.
With nothing further to discuss he then disappeared into the hastily put together machine shop and cranked the A-Team music. The Power module they were picking up needed some heavy duty interface hardware to power the Bebop properly. He couldn't just hook it up to a pair of jumper cables and clamp them onto an exposed conduit. No sir.
There was something to be said about working with groups of three, and so the bulky housing would be able to carry exactly that many of the crystals. He'd need to set up a manufacturing facility later to make new ones.
Problem was It was like manufacturing microprocessors. The start-up costs alone would severely dent his family vaults and take up acres of space. All for a ten pound piece of crystal that also doubled as a night light.
Fortunately the goblins could handle most of the material procurement. But back to the housing. Specific runes needed to be carved into the conduits themselves, made from pure Silver to maximize conductivity. If there had been time he'd have gone with a superconductor.
With the added magic the devise should channel 99.9% of the energy directly into the ships power grid safely. The remaining %.01 still translated to a multi gigajoule loss of energy, all in the form of resistance and therefor heat.
He'd never attempted a cooling rune cluster before. There was simply no reason to try. After all, nothing should ever run that hot.
Strengthening runes carved into the Trinium alloy would ensure that even if the ship was destroyed the Power modules would not. The process took another forty-five minutes, mainly because he'd started earlier thanks to the time turner.
Very convenient, that thing.
Finally the device was wrestled into the Engine room, where the Asgard Neutronium generator hummed happily. Harry decided to keep it as a backup. The familiar shift back to normal space alerted him that they'd arrived. He made his way back to the Bridge, where Teal'c was already moving the ship into orbit.
Teonas was a wreck.
"Nice place." The Colonel commented, not really knowing what else to say to the red, angry looking planet. They suited up in some hastily replicated environmental suits and beamed in.
The dome was solid, but damn was it hot. Harry walked over towards the platform and liberated the Power module from its resting place in the floor. Afterwards he shrunk the chair and pocketed it as well.
It would take too long to assemble a control interface for the drones from scratch. This was almost plug and play. Ok not really but you get the point.
The Bebop left Orbit and slipped back into Hyperspace not 15 minutes after arriving. It was time to head back towards Beachhead on Kallana.
"All right Harry, spill!" O'Neill was tired of being dragged around the Galaxy and wanted some answers.
They were lounging in the Room of Requirement, which had morphed into a warm tropical island paradise complete with white sand beaches, palm trees, and about a hundred feet of shoreline containing gently lapping turquoise water.
Harry pulled off the Aviators he'd sported and sipped on the fruity cocktail the room had decided to serve to its occupants.
"The Ori are planning on collapsing the planet to create a mini black hole." Harry was intentionally dumbing down the terminology so O'Neill didn't ask any annoying questions.
Ironic, considering the room of requirement used to be the brig where O'Neill first explained what was happening to Harry all those years ago.
"All right, Black holes are bad. But unless the Ori can sic them on people they're relatively harmless, right?"
Teal'c was enjoying a good swim while Jackson had found the sand toys and was constructing miniature replicas of his favorite historical sites. Seeing a grown muggle like this was a bit strange, but hey. To each his own right?
Carter occupied the lounger next to the Colonels. Her skin was pretty pale. Blame it on living and Working in a mountain year round. And those ugly BDU's didn't help either. But damn that Woman had some nice curves.
Harry shook his head and focused on what O'Neill had just said.
"They will use the singularity's gravitational energy to open a gate connection to the Ori Galaxy. But this isn't just any Gate. The thing will be Massive. Easily big enough to fit two Ha'taks side by side."
"Is that all?" Jack picked up his own drink and hoped the room got the alcohol content right.
"They could send entire fleets of ship through in an instant!" Carter said in a mildly panicked voice. "Harry, what do you hope to do with a single ship?"
The Wizard leaned back and sighed in content. "Well, the super gate they hope to build will come through the Stargate in pieces. I 'm going to shrink one and see what happens.
"If that fails, the beam weapons on the Bebop should be able to butter their way through whatever they chose to send through. The Power module speeds up the recharge time to something a bit more reasonable, which is why I decided to make the pit stop."
"Now that is a good plan!" Jack held up his glass. "To blowing things up." Sam and Harry looked at O'Neill.
"How much liquor is in that cocktail?" the Major asked. The Wizard looked at his own drink, somewhat jealous that he wasn't equally inebriated.
"I don't know, but mine clearly doesn't have enough."
oOo
Harry stood on the hull of the Bebop, wand tied to his wrist with some fishing line in case it slipped and drifted off into space. He didn't like being stuck in a space suit, but it wasn't as if he'd be dueling so the lack of mobility was tolerable.
As expected the pieces of the super gate were flying out of the blue shield and started to form a big honkin ring. They'd blown apart the three Motherships guarding the Jaffa world with ease. The Bebop, piloted by Teal'c accelerated to match their speed. This gave Harry about thirty second window to work his magic. Ha! Pun intended.
The massive metal construct shuddered as the magic enveloped it. From his vantage point it looked as though the piece was simply moving away, but that was just because of the black background.
As if that wasn't enough he pocketed the piece, not even allowing it to join its much larger brethren. In hindsight that was a bad idea. Of course beings as smart as the Ori would build in redundancies.
The ring's diameter simply became slightly smaller to compensate. Before he could sabotage the last piece it slotted into place and the mega structure began charging.
"Opps" the messy haired Potter muttered, watching as an unstable vortex bigger than his ship shot from the giant ring. He quickly Apparated to the bridge and vanished the cumbersome suit.
"Plan B people, I screwed up." The Bebop's primary buffer was already charged to capacity. That meant they had three shots. The Ancient power module would then kick in and the average rate of fire would drop to one shot every 7.8 seconds at max draw while the buffer slowly recharged.
On a larger ship the Neutronium core would be big enough to do this in a matter of seconds. But the Bebop wasn't a full-sized battle cruiser now was it? The first ship hadn't even fully emerged from the event Horizon when the Al'Kesh opened up. The solid white burst of plasma splashed against the shields before dissipating. The following two did the same.
"Buffer depleted, recharge time is three minutes, fifty two seconds!" Carter hollered. Harry meanwhile scrambled to the Outposts chair, currently Jury Rigged near the back of the Spacious Bridge.
Dozens of the newly formed drones shot from the hidden ship. To the crew of the Ori mothership the seemingly appeared out of nowhere. None the less the spot was targeted and fired upon. The Al'Kesh was grazed by the hot white beam and all sorts of alarms began to wail inside.
"Hull breach!" The bridges doors snapped shut automatically. Everyone's ears popped as the life support systems struggled to raise the barometric pressure back to normal levels.
"Teal'c, keep this thing mobile!" Harry focused on the mental link to the chair, guiding the golden missiles towards the previously targeted area on the enemy vessel. The drones punched through the weakened shields and sought out soft targets on the odd oval ship.
It detonated and broke up just as the second came out of the event horizon. Harry kept the remaining drones on stand by while the Plasma beam harassed the second ship. The Al'kesh maneuvered quickly, but left a trail of molten hull and atmosphere that was easily followed.
First one, then two Ori ships began taking pot shots at the tiny bomber, invisible though it was. After the fifth beam hit on ship number two Harry launched the remaining drones. The matter converters had only been able to create about forty, and he'd used a little over two dozen on the first. The small bright yellow torpedoes quickly closed the distance and obliterated the second ship.
Harry jumped out of the seat and relieved Daniel from the weapons console position. The steady beam fire was working on softening up the third ship. He glanced at the timer of the buffer.
1:23
Finally the third ship's shield could take no more and allowed one shot through. It impacted the slender side superstructure of the silver vessel and bisected it cleanly. With a severed side the vessel couldn't risk maneuvering without ripping itself apart.
The Ori ship was left limping, missing an engine and unable to maintain the fusion reactor type center that made them light up like a Christmas tree. Teal'c flew a few circles around the crippled vessel before Harry ordered a course change.
"Leave it. It's dead in the water. Focus on the last ship." The Commander of the vessel, baffled by the invisible foe that had incapacitated the first wave was attempting to flee when the buffer finally recovered.
The first shot collapsed the shield, who'd stood up to five shots in the time it had taken to charge the hyper drive. The following two were precision aimed and took out the front of the bulbous vessel, presumably neutralizing the bridge. It too was left intact but floating dead in space.
"Damn, that was too close for comfort." The Wizard muttered, leaning back in his seat. They took a moment to take in the carnage of the four drifting Ori ship wrecks. The gate beyond them was still active. He fired a shot at the energized gate, but it didn't so much as leave a scorch mark.
"Teal'c, park the ship about two klicks away." The Jaffa nodded and nudged the limping ship forward.
"What do you have planned?" O'Neill asked the grim looking Wizard.
"I'm going to try and sever the connection with Magic by targeting one of the modules." He conjured a suit and line of sight apparated to the edge of the ring. The event horizon looked like an ocean of shimmering silver and blue.
In the past Voldemort had extensively researched the various types of Forbidden Fyre majiks and found out the hard way why they were forbidden in the first place. The mistake cost him most of his first inner circle members back in the early seventies.
There were actually several kinds, all varying in order of magnitude. It was believed that each class was one logarithmic scale higher than the previous. Fiend fire was one of the lower ones. Voldemort had known up to class eight.
"Norse Fyre" the whispered incantation sent shivers up and down Harry's back. The white hot magic jumped from the Wand like a racehorse, taking on the form of a demonic beast with horns.
Considering this was space the only thing the sentient flames could consume was the durable metal blocks that made up the perimeter of the gate.
Harry wasted no time Apparating back to the Bridge and yelling at Teal'c to hightail it out of there. The unholy flames made quick work of the ring and the wormhole collapsed. It was far from finished however.
Without hesitation it made for the crippled Ori ship and tore it asunder, followed shortly thereafter by the second. Fortunately the micro singularity's hold was already pulling the wreckage and Dark Magic towards its tiny black center.
With a silent howl of rage the beast was swallowed. The whole thing only lasted a minute or so start to finish. SG-1 had watched via the rear facing cameras
"Sometimes I forget just how scary you can be." Jack said, watching as Harry lay down and closed his eyes, panting from the exhaustion of calling up such powerful magic. How Voldemort had dealt with the thing after summoning it was beyond him. The single spell had nearly syphoned his entire magical reserves through the Wand.
"Yeah, you and me both." He said shakily.
Finally a proper space Battle! Dare I say the Bebop is now fully upgraded. With its expanded drone bay and a full complement of plasma weapons it will be a match for any ship in the Galaxy. Of course Harry will need to wait until the other Lantian power modules can be produced or found. Let me know what you think!
