A/N:

I've come to realize that as a reader who follows a particular story I often find it difficult to recall what exactly transpired in previous chapters, especially months after last reading said story. As a result I usually review the previous chapter, in order to make things click back into place.

A lot of people have commented that my story jumps around a lot, with no real plot. By this point it's expected, but it also negates asking the question of what happened previously. The story is mostly written as glimpses into Harry's part in the SG verse, and unless it's too long to write as one chapter they not often link in the normal sense.

Come to think of it, the SG-1 episodes work similarly. You have a plot for the episode, as well as a bigger picture that plays out over the season, usually an evil Goa'uld or replicator that needs defeating.


"What do you mean you need another one?" Merlin asked, his content demeanour shattered by that one statement.

Harry turned his head to meet his gaze and shrugged. "Well, to deal with the Ori in the other Verse of course." For some reason he threw a thumb over his shoulder to point…somewhere.

"It's either that or we dial the Ori space gate again to go and get it back."

Merlin just stared at the much younger man.

"Fine, I'll get a Jumper."

Several minutes later…

"You have regular contact with another realm?" Merlin asked from his seat next to Harry. It had taken a bit for the Ancient to digest what the young Wizard had said. Harry in the meantime had beamed a Puddle jumper down into the Gate room and was booting up the flight systems, which admittedly didn't take long on these things. Jack, Vala and the rest of SG1 had tagged along.

It actually filled the jumper to capacity, or would have were it not for the subtle expansion charms layered in with a few notice me nots. People tended to get very excited riding in Harry's 'bigger on the inside than the outside' ships.

The Tau'ri of course knew of Harry's little sand box project with the Quantum mirror, but he'd never mentioned the place other than when his not quite relatives came over to partake in that particular day's craziness.

Jackson shuddered recalling their field trip to Dakara.

"Yeah," Potter answered distractedly, busy running a diagnostic on the port side propulsion nacelle. He'd recently replaced it after shearing the old one off on the edge of a Stargate during a particularly hot exfil from a freshly minted Lucian Alliance Planet. All he wanted was some Kassa for a BBQ.

He would have just replaced the whole Jumper if the charm work wasn't such a pain in the ass.

"Stumbled across this nifty little mirror a few years back when the Goa'uld were still causing trouble and decided to make it into a little project. I usually spend the holls there."

The jumper ascended a few meters over the gate and held position. The gate room was pretty cramped with an 8+ meter space ship occupying most of its space, and he didn't fancy losing the nose and possibly a few limbs to the vortex when it activated.

"SG-1, you're cleared to leave" Landry's gruff voice boomed over the boxy speakers. Harry lowered the craft, now suspended a few inches above the Bar Grating that made up the Gate room's ramp.

"Honestly, why does he say that? Does it make him feel good to give us permission to leave?" Potter asked the occupants of the cockpit and aft cargo bay. No one bothered to respond.

The salvage OP went well. No Ori ships, and they weren't immediately smited by the Ori's version of force lightning the second their dinky little ship emerged on the other side.

In hindsight having so many important people in such a soft skinned vehicle deep in enemy territory was probably a bad idea.

Harry cast a bubblehead charm and apparated to the sad looking Sangraal floating aimlessly up ahead. Hard to believe the small device had just annihilated scores of the most powerful beings in the universe. Within seconds he and it were back aboard and they hightailed it the hell out of here.

How embarrassing, having to collect and reuse weapons like they were on some shoestring budget.

On another note this trip must have been a new record for how little time he'd spent in another galaxy. Honestly, trips to the Grocery store took longer.

Back on Earth Harry turned the Jumper itself into a Portkey that transported them into orbit, just off the Starboard side of the Graff Spee.

Landry wouldn't like it, but he could shove it where the sun don't shine.

"This is where you keep the mirror?" Myrdin leaned forward to get a closer look at Harry's ride. "What a most unusual vessel."

Potter thanked him for what he assumed was a compliment and made his approach to the Hangar. Time to give old Merlin the nickel tour.

"And this is where we keep the (censored due to violations of the Haque Conventions)." He concluded twenty minutes later, exiting a room with the rest of the tour group in tow. They looked a bit pale.

SG-1 sans Daniel laid eyes on the Quantum Mirror for the first time in almost three years after it had supposedly gone into storage at Area 51.

"You guys know the drill." He gestured for SG-1. "I'll see you on the flip side."

Vala and Mitchell hung back, not familiar with the devise, so Harry clarified things for them. "Just touch it and you'll find yourself on my 'other' Earth base." The trio looked hesitant. "Go on, you don't even feel it."

As one they touched the shimmering surface. The others were already beyond the room, exploring the hallways of Atlantis.

Upon crossing over Myrddin recognized the architecture almost immediately. After all, the mirror was housed where the large conference tables used to sit.

"We're on Atlantis?" he breathed, never believing to ever lay eyes on one of the greatest achievements his people had created.

"No quite", Harry led them from the room and towards the balcony. "I took this city ship from the Asurans."

The Old Man's eyes widened. "There were survivors?"

Harry snorted, placing both hands on the railing. The azure sea below shone brightly, the snowflake shaped base of the city securely nestled within the shallow sand bars of the Atoll.

"Yeah, and they've held a grudge ever since. Thanks for that by the way."

For the first time since meeting the man he looked sheepish.

"Hey Harry, we're going to hit the beach." Jack hollered up from the gate room. "You don't need us for this, right?"

"Go ahead." He shouted back. "We'll be down shortly. Towels are in the hut just past the rope bridge. And watch out for the Blast ended skrewts!"

"The what now?"

Harry laughed. "You'll see!"

Without much of a ceremony this time Harry dialed the same gate address as before and pulled out the shrunken Sangraal.

"Never thought you'd have to turn this thing on twice, eh?" he asked the ancient…well Ancient.

"Indeed I did not." The wedding cake shaped Ori killing machine flew through the gate once more, this time for good. Potter had slapped a few bricks of C4 on a three minute timer to the base just in case anyone ever stumbled across it.

"So, I should introduce you to Mimosas." He finished, donning a pair of Aviators.

James and Lily were resting peacefully in their bed when the Messenger Patronus found them. It was always weird seeing Harry's because he'd found a way to make the jaw of his stag move when the message was played. It reminded them of that BoJack Horseman show JP liked, and it really creeped Lily and James out.

"Hey guys, I'm back and I brought company. The shimmering construct stated. "You're gonna want to meet this guy. He's a hilarious drunk."

The Potters gave each other worried looks. They'd only just gotten back from Harry's private island paradise a few days ago. Then again it was supposed to rain tomorr-well today (the muggle electronic alarm clock on the nightstand read four AM), so why the hell not.

Harry had also sent his stag to Tonks, the Potter kids and Dumbledore. Susan and her Aunt too, though he got a very angry response from a silvery Mountain Gorilla with a monocle ranting about if he knew what time it bloody was.

SG-1 by then was well on its way down the Inebriation train, having passed the stations of Tipsy, buzzed and crocked along the way.

Soon enough everyone trickled in, pulled up loungers and cracking open drinks. Harry had fused a tray to one of the shrewts and put it under a strong compulsion charm, which drew some questioning and concerned looks.

A few of the newcomers asked who the Dumbledore knockoff was, but Myrddin beat him to the introductions.

"Good day dear Wizards and Witches, I am Merlin." The man had a wicked sunburn with the exception of the words 'ACTUALLY A MUGGLE' written in BOLD on his chest. Needless to say no one really took him seriously. He was also extremely drunk.

"C'mon Harry, where'd you pick this guy up from?" JP asked, shaking his head. With that question in mind Potter made eye contact with Dumbledore knowing the man couldn't help but try to connect with him mentally. He offered up the memory of how they found Myrddin and the inscription.

To be honest Harry could probably never get tired of pulling the rug out from under Albus's feet. He swayed back and forth for a second before plopping onto a Beach Chair.

"Oh my." The Headmaster muttered, rubbing his brow with finger and thumb. He should know better by this point to perform passive Legilimency on Harry.

The eldest Potter child just grinned manically.

But to answer JP's question he had to ask one of his own. "Oi Carter, he shouted across the bon fire. "What planet did we pick up Myrdin from?"

The Blonde had a healthy pink complexion from the sun, and no doubt from the half dozen Corona's she'd pounded back. She shrugged.

"Dunno the actual name. We just assigned an alpha numerical deserg- urrgh designation to each of the planets in the loop."

"Gotcha!" he turned to face JP. "Yeah, we picked him off the street. He's from Colorado Springs."

JP snorted at the piss poor lie.

"So Harry dear, what made you think it was a good idea to drag us out of bed in the middle of the night?" Lily placed a petite but freakishly strong hand on the back of his neck and slowly applied pressure.

"Ahh, umm yeah, that's a great question. Excellent really" he stated, trying to squirm out of her hold unsuccessfully. The frizzled hair and bags under her eyes added to the half crazed, definitely angry look she had going on. Needless to say it frightened him. With a mental command he ordered one of Atlantis's matter replicators to whip up a cup of Blue Mountain and beamed it straight into his waiting hand.

"Here you go, mum." He offered the hot drink with his award winning smile. She accepted the peace offering but expected his answer none the less. They all did.

"Well, to be honest with you we-" he gestured to the muggles lounging around, then himself "-just wrapped up the most important mission probably ever!"

"What mission?" James asked, eyes narrowing.

"Yeah! And why weren't we invited?" Tonks added.

"The one to end the war with the Ori." Mitchell said, raising his own beer. The other members of SG1 followed.

"Who are they again?" Sara asked, saying what everyone else was thinking.

"They're the ones flying around in those White Ships. You know, with the white glowing thingy in the center." Harry explained, making him seem far dumber than he was. Granted, the Half Bottle of Odgen's finest in his blood may have something to do with it.

"So you negotiated a truce?" Susan asked, ever the Huffelpuff. Oh, poor innocent Susan. Even her Aunt looked at her funny for that one.

Harry barked a sharp laugh. "Hell no, we wiped them out."

"You committed genocide on a race of super advanced energy beings?"

"Twice!" Harry cheerfully confirmed, flashing everyone a piece sign, which was ironic.

"Merlin Harry" James muttered, leaning back in his chair.

"Hey, I didn't start it, and technically I only helped a little. For half the mission I couldn't even do Magic."

Albus perked up at that comment. Something that could supress a Wizard or Witches Magic was even worse than learning the Potters long lost son just helped slay an entire race…twice.

Jack for once felt the need to back the Kid up, and remorsefully extracted himself from carter on their slightly enlarged chair.

"Hey, hey, lay off Harry." Jack defended, a bottle of Budweiser in hand. "It was either us or them. You don't know the crap these guys pulled in our Galaxy. Trust me, we're doing the world a favour."

Harry grinned from ear to ear and patted the Salt and Pepper haired General on the back. "Thanks O'Neill!"

That mollified the group somewhat, and led to the more serious discussion of how to deal with the now leaderless Ori's devout followers. The numbers were staggering, with close to two hundred Motherships now estimated to be active in the Milky Way.

The Ori may be gone, but the war wasn't truly over, was it?

Many hours later the Smiths helped carry the unconscious ones up one of the guest towers. Merlin had sobered up halfway through the night and held a spirited discussion with Dubledore about some very boring subjects(Harry had listened in for all of a minute before his focus was pulled away by a Bikini clad Metamorph whose inhibitions tended to fly out the window after the second bottle of Fire Whiskey)

The muggles, with their slower metabolic rate had been first to embrace Morpheus, the exception being Teal'c who held his own very well.

Susan and Sara fell next, at which point the adults decided to call it a night. Sleeping arrangements ended up varied and unusual, where Vala had of course been dumped in one bed with Jackson.

Breakfast the next morning was a subdued affair, with all participants equally miserable.

"Dear god, what happened last night?" Cam muttered. He recalled trying to ride one of those weird walking tray crab things Harry had warned them about.

"Jackson, did you really water ski around the Island behind a bunch of reeeallly fast Manatee?"

The Archeologist rubbed his eyes, glasses resting on the table. "I hoped that was a dream, but now I don't think it was."

Sara and JP sat across from them, grinning manically. "It was magnificent. The big guy over there" they gestured to Teal'c "decided to have a singing competition with the Siren cove nearby. JP pulled out his phone.

The unmistakable and quite atrocious singing of the former Jaffa first prime emanated from the plastic and glass device, drawing everyone's attention.

Teal'c grimaced. Who'd have thought Gin was his weakness.

The Potter parents and Amelia Bones sat at a nearby table and came to terms with their own memories of the night.

"Boss, I am sooo sorry." James Potter muttered, dark bags under his eyes. Amelia couldn't look her subordinate directly in the eye. On either side of the two Lily and Susan wore amused looks.

Fortunately the former hadn't taken any offence at the…incident. It had involved a water slide from the nearest sixty story tower, a lost pair of bikini bottoms and a very poorly aimed summoning spell.

"Let's just forget about it." She suggested. And by suggested she meant never bring it up again.

Sam and Vala were clutching steaming cups of coffee at a small table near the window overlooking the Ocean.

"Oh boy, what a night that was." The Blonde Air Force officer muttered, golden locks sticking up at odd angles. Vala nodded. She wasn't really a morning person, and it was the only time of day when the normally chipper girl acted normal.

Across the room Jack and Sam made brief eye contact, and both blushed like teenagers. Harry happened to catch the exchange and grinned so hard his face started to hurt. Next to him the Pink haired Auror was slurping back the last of her cereal milk, a white mustache visible on her upper lip.

"What?" she licked her lips, self-conscious all of a sudden when he looked at her, the expression never leaving his features.

"They hooked up." He said loud enough from both (and the others) to hear. Jack and Sam both protested, identifying themselves as the two he referred to, but it was futile. Catcalls and hoots, along with clapping filled the space. The ruckus amplified everyone's hangovers but was totally worth it.

When everyone quieted down Sara asked the last remaining question on everyone's mind.

"Hey Harry, who were those two muggles that kept yelling "DUDE!" last night?"

Harry scratched the bird's nest that could be called his hair.

"You know, I'm not sure. But I think they showed up in a Phone Booth…"

The group split after that, but stayed on the Atoll. Harry was pleased that his new hangout was becoming everyone's favorite go to place.

Perhaps he'd create a sovereign country, or at least territory. Some of the nearby island governments have been trying to claim that he was on their turf and demanding he hand over control of the city. His response had been to fire a drone at the ship blaring said nonsense, punching two neat holes into its hull without exploding.

They'd stopped making outlandish demands of him since then.

oOo

With the Ori Armies temporarily leaderless in the Milky Way attention was refocused on the significantly diminished but still present Goa'Uld, who were generally just being a nuisance at this point.

The Sytem lords were a shadow of their former selves, and still squabbled like children rather than pool their resources. Thinking back to when he was 'introduced' to this life Harry considered himself and all of Earth rather fortunate that it was the Goa'uld and not the Ori or Replicators controlling the Galaxy.

But back to the Goa'uld. Anubis specifically had popped up on the SGC's radar in a big way a few days ago when the free Jaffa on Dakara reported an incident where one of their Warriors had attempted to dial the gate without authorization. He was stopped of course, but a few hours later another managed to succeed.

Questioning of the first Jaffa revealed that Anubis had survived the destruction of his flag ship and found his way down to the surface as an incorporeal black mist that could possess people.

Seriously, he couldn't make this shit up if he tried.

The hosts would then become ill over the course of several days, as evidenced by the boils and skin lesions the Jaffa had suffered despite the symbiote.

So they had a semi ascended Goa'uld that acted a lot like Voldemort did when he lost his body back in '81. Of course Horcruxes were out of the question. Anubis was no wizard. But he would have to be dealt with sooner or later.

The question was how. Tossing him into a quantum singularity ought to do it, but how would they contain him to get him onto a ship? They could just blow up his stronghold, and by stronghold Harry meant entire planet. He'd spend the next few million years traveling the void to travel to the nearest gate, and several more if Harry moved them.

That's assuming Anubis could in fact move effectively in the Vacuum of space, or plot his destination over trillions of kilometers with no reference points. And that was a big if.

Yes, erasing the planet would work best. The biggest risk would be ships trawling the subsequent debris field looking for salvage. Perhaps they could collapse the local star and suck the debris into the Accretion disk that way.

But before he could commit he'd need to evac anyone not willingly working for the guy.

Darn conscience.

Maybe he could just vanish him. Harry thought of that as more of a joke. Until his smile remained frozen in place.

Wait, could he? Was it that bloody simple?'

The Idea that the vanishing spell can be used to make people disappear intrigued him. Would they simply cease to exist, as dead as if he'd hit them with a Zat Nickatel three times? Or would they be transported somewhere?

He immediately dived into research mode, making a subspace tracking beacon and attaching it to a random item on the ship, in this case a rather unsightly but priceless vase he'd pilfered from a dig site…he looked at the piece. 'Where had this come from?' He didn't recall. How strange.

Whatever. The tracker went in the vase with a sticking charm and then the vase was vanished. Excitedly he pulled up the ships sensor suite, looking for the signal.

Hmm, ok. It`s on Earth. The signal blinked to life in the United States, specifically California.

Los Angeles. Beverly Park. He cross referenced the co-ordinates to the local municipal maps after hacking into their system using the neural link. He scratched his head, confused.

"Mark Wahlberg's house?" Why was all of the stuff he vanished going there?

He frowned, trying to recall the things he'd vanished over the last decade. There was some pretty weird things on that list, like that mangled Saudi Crown Prince's Rolls Royce with the Boggart in the boot. Or all the portable swamps he'd unleashed and cleaned up using the vanishing spell.

Christ, this one time he'd vanished the contents of a campsite outhouse simply because he didn't like the smell.

With Morbid fascination he beamed down to the outskirts of the property. The sight that greeted him was both spectacular and slightly horrifying. It was like going through your attic and finding stuff you hadn't thought of in years but still remember quite clearly.

Whatever Mansion had been on the site was long gone, crushed by the piles of junk. And with the Death stick most of the conjurations he'd produced over the years had been permanent. That meant anything used in duels, or fights in general was here.

Large brick and metal slabs lay scattered around, some upright, most flat. A sea of heavy chains and miles of rope snaked around the larger debris.

He spotted the lone replicator block that had fallen from the inside of his pant leg after the action on Dakara he'd vanished.

It was all here.

Several signs warned of the unpredictable nature of the site and the frequent sightings of strange creatures (no doubt the Boggart) He climbed through the mountains of junk until he came across the vase, siting perfectly upright on the top of a pile, like a cherry on a cake.

He conjured a Grand Piano and just as swiftly vanished it again.

The thing rematerialized above the vase, smashing it with a cacophony of noise.

"Huh. Well I'll be damned."

He briefly wondered if he was the only one whose vanished junk appeared somewhere else. The thought wouldn't let him continue. He had to know.

With a crack he disapparated.

Hermione Granger was, if not happy, at least content with life. She was employed as the Minister's Undersecretary, a prestigious position which she worked very hard to achieve. Kingsley hadn't called in any favours to help her advance her career. It was through her own hard work and ingenuity that she was now the right hand woman of the Minister of Magic.

Of course her social life had suffered and her failed marriage to Ronald Waesley was the most visible result of putting her work before everything else. Oh, she still had friends, but not as close as she'd been to Harry and Ron in school.

Harry. Her best friend since the age of eleven had all but vanished nearly seven years ago, with only one very brief visit to Shacklebolt to bring back one Alastor Moody and Fred Weasley back from the dead.

Oh, she knew he possessed the resurrection stone, but those two weren't shades.

The Weasleys of course were overjoyed that their family was once more whole. Ron, who'd partnered with George to run his joke shop welcomed the lost twin back into the fold, and the three of them were doing very well for themselves.

The only activity she'd been able to uncover was from the Goblins, who as a trusted friend had been allowed by Harry very early on in his adult life to be privy to all transactions his Vault was involved in.

Around two years ago the net worth of the Potter and Black accounts had dropped a whopping sixty percent, with the bulk of those funds going to raw material purchases such as steel and speciality alloys.

The goblins had been retained as contractors for a project Potter himself had commissioned. They'd jumped at the chance of course, but any questions about the nature of the project only revealed that they'd been forced to silence by use of a magically binding contract.

Whatever Harry was up to she didn't know, but the facility (she could tell by the type of materials being ordered) was going to be massive. She feared he'd gone dark, but the lack of news both muggle or otherwise didn't lend credence to that theory.

Besides, it was Harry. The beacon of the light.

Speaking of light, all of a sudden her dimly lit office exploded in the most blindingly white light. She covered her eyes in a vain attempt to shield her eyes, and made out a musical chime before disappearing.

On the Graff Spee Harry stood patiently on the bridge, a huge grin on his face. He could have fetched someone from the other verse but this was a good excuse as any to catch up with one of his mates.

She appeared with a blinding flash, looking completely and utterly lost. Eyes darted around frantically while her hand groped for her wand. After a second or two she noticed him.

"Hi Mione!" Harry greeted her.

"H-Harry?" she stuttered, still a bit disoriented. The young(ish, she was on the wrong side of twenty after all) Witch rose shakily from her office chair, which rolled over the polished floor until it fell off the few steps that made up part of the raised dais she emerged on.

She hadn't seen him in so long, and all of a sudden there he was. She looked him over, noting that he still wore the same old Auror combat robes he favored back in the Academy.

Harry made the first move and closed the distance, then hugged her tightly. "Sorry I haven't visited."

Her damn body betrayed her as tears welled up. "You insufferable brat! You've been gone for nigh seven years and then you kidnap me from the Ministry in the middle of the night!" She still hadn't let go.

"Well, would it have been any better if you were at home and in a night gown?" he chuckled. "Honestly, you still work too much. I bet no one even knows I took you."

A sliver of worry wormed her into her heart. He'd taken her. Slowly extracting herself from him she properly looked around for the first time.

It was like nothing she'd ever seen before, outside of television perhaps. Highly polished gunmetal surfaces and blinking lights on consoles. Holographic screens and seats, all laid out in a semicircular order with a massively large glass window that revealed a glowing blue marble.

"Is that?"

"Earth? Yeah, sure is." He answered.

"So this is…" she began, but became distracted by the other grey ship that hovered nearby. It was one of the Air Force vessels picketing Earth. The Spee usually had a screen when she was around Earth, and despite repeat protests to the Pentagon they hadn't stopped.

"…a space ship?" He grinned. "Again, yes."

She stood by the window, hand pressed lightly against the thick glass.

"Merlin Harry, what did you get yourself into?"

He laughed. "I'd need more than a few hours to clue you in on that particular tale. Which I will. But first, I need a small favour."

He produced another subspace beacon, which he placed on a large horizontal holo emitter table used for strategic planning.

"Can you vanish this for me?"

It was an odd request, but she complied regardless. Pulling her wand the thumb sized piece of tech vanished. She was about to ask what was all about when the tracked blipped to life on the screen.

"Huh, so yours does it too." The screen morphed, showing a sparsely populated area of Mongolia.

"What's there?" Hermione asked.

"That tracker you just vanished apparently."

She frowned. "Why would it go there? I thought items vanished simply cease to exist?"

He shrugged. "I thought so too. In fact I wanted to know if the vanishing spell could be used on people."

She looked shocked. "Harry! You can't just vanish people!"

He rolled his eyes. "Anyway, let's go see how big your pile is." Without giving her time to reply, in agreement or otherwise he beamed them down.

"How are you doing that?" She asked, squinting at the brightness of the grassy steppes that made up this part of the world. "It doesn't feel like apparition or portkey travel."

"Later." He promised. With a jerk of his head he gestured to the obvious pile of rubbish sitting in the middle of the tundra. It looked like a dump, with swarms of birds circling above.

"Oh my." she held her hand up to her mouth. "Is that all because of me?"

Harry summoned the beacon and transfigured it into a bright red exercise ball. "Here, vanish it."

She complied and watched in fascination as the red rubber ball appeared above small hill of refuse.

"So it's not just me." Harry nodded in acceptance. "All right, let's get out of here."

She looked mortified. "Hold on, if this is because of me I want to clean it up!"

Harry quirked an eyebrow but held off on beaming them. "All right, what do you want to do?"

Vanishing obviously didn't work. "Transfiguration maybe?" He nodded, agreeing that it was the best way to go about it. You know, other than beaming it into space…or onto the White House lawn.

She waved her wand and things like garbage bags (she never took them to the bin after learning that spell) broken porcelain and other items morphed into rocks of various sizes.

Harry could tell she hadn't done a lot of magic lately as the activity left her winded after a few minutes.

"Mind if I finish?" She gave him a sour look but nodded. With a few flicks the entire pile turned into a mass of black stone, which he then stretched and molded into a dome.

There was a small amount of jealousy there, she realized as Harry went about cleaning up her mess. Hermione had always known Harry was a powerhouse, but watching the little display left her feeling a bit inadequate.

"There, anything you vanish should be contained in there from now on. You can empty it periodically from now on."

Harry though didn't want to do something so boringly repetitive or simple for 'his' vanishing re-emergence point, as he'd coined it. Working the time turner he vanished in front of his friends eyes, only to re-emerge moments later.

"What did you do?" she asked, suspicious. Never mind the fact that he had a time turner, which was a highly restricted item. She knew the list of individuals and Harry wasn't on it.

"He gave her a cheshire grin. "You'll see."

In California late morning had turned into mid evening, and the sun was hanging low in the sky when Harry reappeared, Hermione in tow.

Her eyes went wide at the number of items she saw.

The Asgard transporter also deposited a large square box next to them. How large do you ask? Well, it measured a good 50 feet to the top. Leaving the pile with the smashed piano intact he swiftly transfigured the metric tons of…stuff into a tall monolithic stone perimeter wall, forming a tidy octagon.

The last pile of junk was turned into a smooth stone base onto which he levitated the mystery box.

A data pad in hand he repeated the process and conjured a white cube with a pink heart on each face. Hermione gave him a look, to which he replied; "What? Would you feel better if it was a cute puppy or baby seal?"

Another flick of the wrist and it was gone.

At the same time a familiar sound (to him) emanated from within the large box. The tablet confirmed it, with video feed as added evidence. The cube had appeared in the center of the space and just began to drop as a bright white wash of energy overtook it.

There, that oughta to do it! Now all he had to do was deal with his irritable must know everything friend which he'd revealed his secret life to.

This required alcohol. And not just the regular stuff either.

"Hey guys, this is my ol school friend Hermes. He frowned. Hemeinee. Another pause. Harmo- aw to hell with it. Miss Granger."

Daniel was busy in his office, which today also served as the de facto hangout place for the flagship team of the SGC.

"Uhh, pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss Granger." Jackson lightly shook her hand, which was quite warm he noted. Also of note was that her skin was flushed, her hair was a jumbled mess and she had difficulty standing upright.

"The pleasure Ish all mine" she replied. Sam went next, looking awkward and hiding it with the usual faux smile.

"Are you all right?" she asked the thoroughly inebriated Witch. Hermione hiccupped and nodded vigorously, eager to get on with the introductions. There were three more after all. Well, she never made it to the end. Cam was close enough to catch her as she keeled over next to the Ping Pong table he and Teal'c were playing on.

"Harry, what the hell man?" Mitchell said, picking up the relatively light girl and walking her over to the couch (Jackson's lab had grown a bit since Harry had made regular appearances, much to the good Doctors dismay)

He'd put up threshold silencing wards around his desk one of these days, but today was not that day. In fact he probably shouldn't have his wand on him…or his broom.

"Sorry, we were catching up and had a bit too much. She wanted to meet you after I told her a few stories that included you lot."

"And who exactly is she?" Carter asked, too distracted to finish the simulation she'd been running.

Harry scratched his head, trying to come up with a suitable muggle comparison to the Minister's Undersecretary.

Well, perhaps the name was the solution! "I suppose she could be considered Magical Britain's version of the Secretary of State."

A whole lot of eyebrows rose in response and their corresponding eyes travelled back to the petite Brunette snoring faintly on the couch.

"Boy, you Brits sure know how to tie one on." Cam stated, recalling their party on Harry Island last week.

"Indeed" Teal'c added, placing the paddle down and clasping his hands behind his back. Amusement was clearly visible on his face.

"So is she..you know?" Vala asked. Harry took a few extra seconds to catch on. "Huh? No. Oh heavens no. She's a very good friend, but not like that." He did smirk a short while later.

"Though I may have asked Tonks to morph into someone very similar once." He added, grinning drunkenly. It seemed Harry's social filter was offline.

"Too much information!" Sam muttered, not needing to hear that. It was bad enough that her significant other worked in Washington. Not to mention that the girl he referred to was a drop dead gorgeous creature of a girlfriend. It was unfair; the woman could literally morph to look like anyone.

Sam was very jealous.

"Sorry" he said, sounding somewhat Canadian at the moment. "Anyway, here we are!" He threw up his hands in the quintessential 'Taa Daa' pose. "So, whatcha up too?"

"Is he always like this, or is it just more noticeable because we're sober?" Mitchell spoke in hushed whispers to the still stunned Jackson.

"Oi, I heard that!" Harry slurred before picking up Hermione's feet and moving them onto his lap after sitting down.

"Moine', wake up. I thought you wanted to see those crazy American Muggles."

His snores matched hers half a minute later.

SG-1 sighed, but Daniel said aloud what everyone was thinking.

"So, you guys wanna get lunch?"

Several hours later…

"Urrrghh, my head." The others turned to the now conscious Witch sitting upright on the Sofa. Pulling out her wand she cast a sobering charm coupled with freshening charm to get rid of the awful taste and accompanying breath.

Lastly she chugged a hangover potion she had the foresight to place in her robe pocket before sitting down with Harry and a bottle of liquor.

"Ahh, much better." She muttered, massaging her temple.

"Ok, if that is what I think it is then you need to share the love Harry. Cause that's just not fair if you keep this from the masses." Cam muttered, not believing his eyes. The little miss had gone from catatonic to coherent and pain free in less than a minute.

Her head shot up, taking in the various individuals around the room. "Harry? Where are we?" she asked, sounding alarmed. "Are those Muggles?"

"Well that's just not nice." Mitchell stated.

"Morning Hermione." Potter muttered, equally groggy. "We're at my work…I think" He rubbed his chin. "Well, where my work sometimes takes me. As for your second question, yes, they are Muggles."

"Stop calling us that!" Cam insisted, not liking the word.

"Do you prefer No-maj?" the Wizard asked, happy to have found something that got under the Colonel's skin.

"Let's just get back on topic." Daniel interrupted. "I'm Doctor Jackson, this is Major Carter, those three over there…" he gestured to the basketball court "are Colonel Mitchell, Teal'c, and Vala Mal Doran."

Granger waved at the trio clad in sweatpants and shirts.

"I'm not sure how I got here, but I apologize for any scene I might have caused." She shot a dirty look towards Potter, who seemed pleased as punch.

"I should have never let you talk me into drinking." The Witch added, regretting her decision to 'celebrate' their impromptu reunion. "You know I can't keep up with you."

"Don't feel bad" Vala said. "Harry brings out the worst in all of us."

"Hey!" said Wizard shouted.

"So what reason did he have to pull you into his crazy little world?" Carter asked. Harry didn't talk about his old life very often, and had never brought any associates from this reality's Magical World here before.

"I needed to test a theory I came up with trying to get rid of Anubis. Hermione volunteered to help me out."

"Liar, you kidnapped me!" out of those two sentences that was not what she wanted to reply to. "Wait, Anubis, as in the Egyptian god of the underworld?"

He nodded.

"Well, technically yes. Though he's not a god. Just a Semi Ascended being just as, if not eviler than Voldemort ever was."

"Eviler?" Cam mouthed, catching Jacksons gaze. The archeologist shrugged.

"Ascended? What? Harry, what in Merlin's name are you involved in?" she muttered, that headache from earlier threatening to make a comeback.

"All right, let's start from the beginning." Harry sighed, conjuring a plush recliner to sit down on.

"Keep in mind that when I left my intention was to get away from England and all the bullshite. The constant fan mail both good and bad, the groveling by Politicians and worst of all the subtle maneuvering to gain my trust and influence."

Harry rubbed his stubble, scratching at it absently. "I wanted out; only I got a little more than I bargained for. Instead of traveling the World for the last seven years it's been the entire Galaxy."

Shuffling his memories in order using Occlumency he began. "About a month after I left I ran into Teal'c here and what was then the squad leader Jack O'Neill. They make up SG-1, the team I group up with from time to time to save the Planet."

"We were taken by a group of Jaffa." He saw the questioning look on her face as she filed away everything he explained.

"They're the foot soldiers of an Alien species called the Goa'uld. Super Evil, like to subjugate and enslave humans. Teal'c here is a Jaffa, but he defected nigh ten years ago and has fought to free his people ever since."

"We took over the ship that took us and stopped the Goa'uld from attacking Earth. They gave me my first ship, the Bebop in Payment for services rendered."

"Bullshit Harry, you stole it!" Sam interjected, knowing he'd try to spin it in such a way that he'd look innocent.

He rolled his eyes. "It wasn't yours either, so spoils of war is a more apt term. Besides, you got a full-sized Ha'tak out of it. Quit your bitchin."

Carter huffed in annoyance and crossed her arms.

"So with a new ship I set out exploring for a bit. Eventually my Hyperdrive went on the fritz, which is how I met Vala here. She tried to sell me a spare that was arguably worse than the original."

"I object to that statement!" the Black haired Woman defended. "You're still running on that hyperdrive to this day!"

"Vala, I had to permanently transfigure half the internals because they were slag. All I can say is thank Merlin for the repair charm, otherwise I'd still be stranded in Deep space."

Hermione sat back, stunned. "I-I'm not sure what to say."

Harry shrugged. "It worked out in the end. In fact, it's probably the best thing to ever have happened to me, besides you and Ron."

She smiled, glad he was happy. Out of habit she glanced at her Wrist watch and gasped. "Harry, I have to go. The Wizengamot is due to meet in a few minutes and I need to be present."

He nodded. I'll beam you straight into the chamber."

"Do try to visit more from now on Harry. In fact, why don't you come to dinner at the Weasleys next week?"

"Ehhh, I don't know Hermione. Molly and Ginny are kinda crazy. I might get hugged to death for bringing back Fred. It wouldn't be a pretty way to go."

She really wanted to know how he'd done that, but she was late as it was.

"Dinner. Next Saturday, Six o'clock sharp. Don't make me drag you in."

He barked a laugh. "I'd like to see you try."

With a bone crushing hug they parted. Harry connected with the Spee and beamed her halfway across the planet into the Main chamber of Magical Britain's governing body.

He turned to face the team. "I don't suppose any of you like Fatty rich English food?"

oOo

It didn't come as a surprise that his dinner with Hermione and the Weasleys was interrupted in the form of a communique from Star gate Command stating that his favorite team had almost gotten themselves killed (again) during an Archeological dig on the now abandoned Dakara but managed to kill a Prior and bring back a high ranking Ori field general.

Just another day at the SGC. Fortunately his hosts were none the wiser, though Hermione did notice when his eyes began to move back and forth, as if reading an invisible book.

Well, seeing how the team made it back in one piece Harry didn't see the point in cutting…whatever this was, short. As much as he wanted too.

"So Harry dear, are you currently seeing someone?" Mrs. Weasley asked, causing him to choke on the sip of Pumpkin Juice he'd just taken.

Oh Merlin!

"Mom!" Ginny all but shouted.

"What? I'm just curious as to what he's been doing with himself. Besides, look at him. Clearly someone's been feeding you."

Harry didn't know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment. The Repository had tweaked his DNA slightly. He certainly wasn't the scrawny kid he'd been before.

"Well, to answer your question I am indeed involved with someone at the moment." He sure as hell wasn't going to tell anyone at this table who exactly 'she' was.

The twins gave him approving grins, while Arthur's expression was one of genuine happiness. Charlie was of course still in Romania, and couldn't make it. Persey likewise was a no show, still somewhat estranged even after all this time.

As for Bill and Flour? Well they had a growing family and Hermione couldn't convince them to make it on short notice.

Ron didn't seem to care one way or another, paying more attention to what the female member of the former golden trio was doing than anything else.

Ginny he surprisingly couldn't read. And Mrs. Weasley? Well, for some reason she still had it in her head that he was going to call her Mother in law one day.

Yeah, the odds of that happening were about as likely as Chudley Cannons Winning the championship because the other team was crushed during the huddle by a Goa'uld Cargo ship piloted by a blind Furling. An odd statement, but accurate.

Hmmm, what if he replaced them with Smith Clones? The co-ordination would increase exponentially, and he could bet a metric arse ton of galleons and make a fortune if he could rig the tournament.

"Well, she must be an excellent cook." Molly stated, keeping the topic painfully alive.

Ha! As if. Tonks's cooking might just be the thing that does him in. Harry had been living of those Asgard matter replicator food stuffs for years now. He'd tweaked the taste from what Thor and his merry gray men preferred (Carter almost barfed when he'd snacked on a few some time ago) and they were quite palatable now.

Of course he still ate the occasional real meal (the SGC mess made a mean Turkey dinner for the American Holidays)

Potter put on his best fake smile. "Yeah, she spoils me good. Though I have to say no one beats you in the culinary arts Mrs. Weasley."

Mollified by his praise she dropped the subject for an equally difficult one.

"So what have you been doing? What exotic place do you call home?"

Harry stuffed half a lamb chop into his mouth and chewed, hoping to gain a few extra seconds to come up with a believable lie. Saving multiple galaxies and living on a space dreadnaught didn't seem like a believable answer anyway.

"I- err study obscure magical spell theory." He provided after swallowing. "I'm planning on writing a defense book eventually, so really it's a long term research trip."

Granger's eyes twinkled with mischief at the web of deceit he was attempting to weave, knowing Harry couldn't lie worth a damn.

The family of redheads amazingly bought his response, sans Fred of course. But he was playing along well enough to fool even his not quite twin.

The awkward reunion lasted another hour before he was mercifully allowed to return to the Spee, though not before escorting Hermione home.

"So are you actually in a relationship Harry?" she asked, lingering by the front door of her Victorian town home.

Harry grinned playfully her way. "Why Miss Granger, could it be that you're attracted to me?"

She snorted. "Not likely. We've known each other to long for that. Besides, I don't really want to mess what we have up like I did with Ron."

Harry's easygoing grin faded slightly. "Good Point. But yes, to answer your question I am involved." He shrugged. "I'll introduce her sometime, yeah?"

"Sounds good." The chestnut haired Witch agreed. "Good night Harry."

"Night Mione" he gave her a quick peck on the cheek and she closed the door, a genuine smile on her face. Harry had a similar one, pleased that the evening hadn't been ruined by his usual bipolar luck.


This could very well be considered what they call an OMAKE chapter. There isn't much plot(none in fact), just lots of character interaction. Up next is the ARC of truth and Harry deals with Anubis.