I don't have the password LRH's and my account so I'm just posting this
under my personal username. Don't worry the story's still written my at
least one of the original authors. Have a fun read
Silver light danced across the slate floor spinning and skittering over the old warn masonry. Only a sliver of the pockmarked moon was visible tonight, though the light that bathed the darkened school grounds shone as if it were full. Daniel sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. The doctor- no healer- had told him to rest up. So naturally when, when the rest of his team was sufficiently distracted, he had asked the one of they're new friends if he could get some good reading material. The poor sap had actually agreed and Daniel could have cried with relief it not for the presence of his, admittedly busy, colleagues. Black, who still felt much guilt over accidentally killing him, had brought him a thick leather- bound tome embossed with gold filament reading 'Hogwarts, A History'. And now he couldn't put it down, the complicated mythos of the buildings founders and history mixed with the almost scientific accuracy of it's physical grandeur astounded Daniel. For the past half hour he'd stop every half a page glare at the blurring writing put it down on the nightstand and role over only to pick up the offending book moments later. For once in his life Daniel actually wished the- whatever- Madam Pomfrey to come and take the book away from him, so that maybe he could sleep the rest of the night in peace. He knew if he kept this up he'd go blind by the time he reached forty. With a terrified shudder he slammed the book on the nightstand at his side, the thundering slap echoed through the whole hospital wing three years- three years and I'm forty. That's four decades, that would make me older then most South African countries, and I'll start balding, I don't want to go bald... Sadly Daniel reached up and ran his hand through his silky hair, thinking of the way Hammond's head glittered and shined under the harsh florescent lighting at the SGC. On that not Daniel's mind drifted back to a time he did not yet fully remember.
A long brightly lit hallway ending in a thick black curtain, absorbing all sound, heavy, like the stage drapes only this was embroidered with silken string. Patterns stretched across the wide expanse, and he stared, transfixed by intricate beauty of the thing, with a stat he realized he could hear- something beyond. Shouting, crying, screams of rage. With great force the curtain blew back whipping above his head as if caught in mighty storm, but there was no wind. Curious Daniel took a single step forward, squinting through the hazy gloom of beyond the curtain, if he tried he could barely make out a man and a woman, both lovely in a sad aged way, fighting- or at least he thought the were fighting. Suddenly a great roar erupted from the walls themselves, stone growing a menacing orange. Surprised, the man who was once a scholar stumbled back into, frightened, yet still curious. A final scream, and a man, the man from the room landed ungracefully on his behind. Daniel watched, transfixed as the newcomer pushed himself away from the great curtains as they slowly began to descend over the now clear archway...
Daniel woke with a start, almost falling out of the narrow hospital bunk. His foggy brain not quite understanding where he was. Slowly the memory of yesterday filtered back into his mind. With a grown he realized the sun had finally risen, Jack would come in and yell at him for reading all night and then take him to breakfast. Breakfast. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all, he thought to himself, I get to start if off with real food and everything. With a great yawn and a rumbling stomach he rolled gracefully off his new bed, wiggled his bare feet and stretched.
Silver light danced across the slate floor spinning and skittering over the old warn masonry. Only a sliver of the pockmarked moon was visible tonight, though the light that bathed the darkened school grounds shone as if it were full. Daniel sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. The doctor- no healer- had told him to rest up. So naturally when, when the rest of his team was sufficiently distracted, he had asked the one of they're new friends if he could get some good reading material. The poor sap had actually agreed and Daniel could have cried with relief it not for the presence of his, admittedly busy, colleagues. Black, who still felt much guilt over accidentally killing him, had brought him a thick leather- bound tome embossed with gold filament reading 'Hogwarts, A History'. And now he couldn't put it down, the complicated mythos of the buildings founders and history mixed with the almost scientific accuracy of it's physical grandeur astounded Daniel. For the past half hour he'd stop every half a page glare at the blurring writing put it down on the nightstand and role over only to pick up the offending book moments later. For once in his life Daniel actually wished the- whatever- Madam Pomfrey to come and take the book away from him, so that maybe he could sleep the rest of the night in peace. He knew if he kept this up he'd go blind by the time he reached forty. With a terrified shudder he slammed the book on the nightstand at his side, the thundering slap echoed through the whole hospital wing three years- three years and I'm forty. That's four decades, that would make me older then most South African countries, and I'll start balding, I don't want to go bald... Sadly Daniel reached up and ran his hand through his silky hair, thinking of the way Hammond's head glittered and shined under the harsh florescent lighting at the SGC. On that not Daniel's mind drifted back to a time he did not yet fully remember.
A long brightly lit hallway ending in a thick black curtain, absorbing all sound, heavy, like the stage drapes only this was embroidered with silken string. Patterns stretched across the wide expanse, and he stared, transfixed by intricate beauty of the thing, with a stat he realized he could hear- something beyond. Shouting, crying, screams of rage. With great force the curtain blew back whipping above his head as if caught in mighty storm, but there was no wind. Curious Daniel took a single step forward, squinting through the hazy gloom of beyond the curtain, if he tried he could barely make out a man and a woman, both lovely in a sad aged way, fighting- or at least he thought the were fighting. Suddenly a great roar erupted from the walls themselves, stone growing a menacing orange. Surprised, the man who was once a scholar stumbled back into, frightened, yet still curious. A final scream, and a man, the man from the room landed ungracefully on his behind. Daniel watched, transfixed as the newcomer pushed himself away from the great curtains as they slowly began to descend over the now clear archway...
Daniel woke with a start, almost falling out of the narrow hospital bunk. His foggy brain not quite understanding where he was. Slowly the memory of yesterday filtered back into his mind. With a grown he realized the sun had finally risen, Jack would come in and yell at him for reading all night and then take him to breakfast. Breakfast. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all, he thought to himself, I get to start if off with real food and everything. With a great yawn and a rumbling stomach he rolled gracefully off his new bed, wiggled his bare feet and stretched.