And Wala! The Sixth part is here, better late then never!

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By the time Daniel had taken his concentration off mentally hounding his commander for being an ass, he was too late. The young anthropologist could do nothing but slosh as quickly as he could through the knee-deep water and watch as the seemingly harmless chunk of metal ripped from the muzzle of Jack's gun and exploded into Severus' left arm. Part of him was surprised that the battle trained Wizard had not thrown up some type of shield, but, he surmised, even Severus Snape could be caught off guard by two suns.

The said wizard flew backwards upon impact and landed hard against the rock, his dark eyes were wide in shock. He lay there, half sitting, half draped against the rough boulder for several seconds before anyone got to him.

Daniel, being the closest, reached him first and blatantly ignored all and any words exiting Jack's mouth. What ever the older man had to say, it could wait until after they saved Severus. As he climbed up the side of the rock he quietly wondered to himself which of his friends he was more angry with. Severus had been stupid enough to follow him and pull a wand on Jack, neither of which were particularly intelligent moves. Jack, on the other hand, had done what he was often found guilty of; not waiting for an explanation.

Daniel scuttled to the top of the rock with Sam not far behind him. His old professor lay stilly and limp but be was not unconscious. In fact, he seemed perfectly lucid, there was blood pouring out of his forearm, but he stared Daniel in the eyes and smiled.

Sam crawled up behind him and from the corner of his eye he saw her begin to unpack the medical supplies. Good Sam, he thought, you always were the quick thinker.

It was at that point all of Daniel's hopes of Severus being rational disappeared. The older wizard began to speak to him.

"I've tried so many ways to get rid of it, that wretched thing, so many ways! Light hexes and curses and charms. I even stuck it in holy water one day, but that did nothing but burn the rest of my skin to charcoal. Dark curses only make it stronger." Daniel swallowed. The older man's eyes were still focused on him and they glinted in a slightly maniacal way. "I never thought to use anything muggle! It is the only thing that bastard wouldn't think of. Who in his circles after all would ever use anything Muggle!" Severus then began to laugh, but not in anyway that was reassuring to Daniel, in fact, this laughter did nothing but make his thoughts turn downwards on the spy's behavior.

Oh god, he's delusional. Daniel paused his thinking. Delusional… or … What was the only thing Severus would call a bastard, the only thing that would reside on his left forearm the only thing he could not get off? The young man felt a shiver run down his back at the implications. But hadn't the Dark Mark disappeared with the Dark Lord at his death all those years ago? That left him with two possibilities: Voldemort had returned or Severus Snape truly was delusional. Neither possibilities were ones he wished to be the truth.

He backed away from the downed man in black and sat down cross-legged. There were so many things he wished were the truth, things he wish did happen. Perhaps if things had been different, he could have saved Severus the misery of having a bullet lodged in his arm.

But things weren't different, and a Diviner he may have been, but other than that in regards to the well of magic, he was bone dry. Not even Severus' acquaintances in Knock Turn Alley could supply him with a wand that would produce even a spark and Olivander had said straight dubbed him a squib.

But Severus Snape was different, and somehow the man who was only a few years older than himself knew that Daniel had something, if not magic, that Hogwarts could tame.

There were many things about Severus Snape that the majority of people didn't know. Come to think of it, Daniel wasn't even sure if Dumbledore knew some of the things about the infamous Potions Master that he did.

Severus had a brother, but not just any brother, a Squib brother. This brother was named David Sound and had, at the age of nine, been disowned and sent out to America. The Snapes were a harsh family, but even they could not kill a child. David, who was quite a few years older then Severus had lived the life of a Muggle quite successfully when he found Daniel.

David was, unlike Severus, a quiet and happy man and, after living in the Muggle world for so long with no relations but owls from his younger brother, he was lonely.

So he adopted.

But that wasn't all he wanted to do. There were no Wizarding schools in the United States, not even one, so David searched and searched through profile after profile of the older children for any sign of accidental magic. And he stumbled upon a young man by then name of Daniel Jackson, who was at the time fifteen years old. Daniel, David discovered, was like him in some regards to magic, just barely enough to pass the "Squib or Not a Squib" Test, but there was something else he passed with flying colors, something only connected to spell casting magic by a hair. Divinations.

And so began Daniel Jackson's life as a Hogwarts student. Daniel was given a deal of sorts by David Sound. He could come with him, legally be his son and leave the United States for a new life, or continue it as it was going. To a fifteen-year-old repressed teenager, there was no choice at all.

From the moment he stepped through the great oak doors of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Severus Snape had taken him under his wing – not in a fatherly way mind you, there was only five years between them and not even Snape at his best could achieve "fatherly" – but as a protective adult. One that, over the course of his years there, grew into a friend.

His situation at Hogwarts had always been a bit strenuous. Not only was he hopeless in all classes but Herbology and Potions but he started as a fourth year and was sorted into Slytherin. That and Severus' protective nature had gotten him quite a few cruel looks. Of course, no one dared touch him with Severus breathing down their necks. The Potions Professor may have only been twenty at the time, but he was feared for more then a few reasons, and most of them were not reasons you ever wished to stumble upon.

But he hadn't an ounce of magic, and even Severus Snape could not change that. But he had other talents that thrived there and they weren't spell casting. Thanks to David's younger brother, Daniel could brew a mean potion by the time he graduated as well as keep himself far away from the not so healthy ones. That and his fortune telling. Not your average fortune telling mind you, for him there were no wishy-washy half truths, just what would be if left unchanged and what was. And he did it well.

As the years past Severus and Daniel's relationship, odd as it was, grew and blossomed and soon they each knew each others secrets, each and every dark one. As he learned of Severus' Death Eater days - days that were at the time, still in motion - he began to help in the only way he knew how.

He made predictions.

Daniel slipped him information on which D.E. meetings, as the Death Eater meetings were called, were safe to go to with the normal protection (charms against pain and deception and the likes) and which required more, such as truth concealing charms and glamour. In all actuality, he did very little, but anything he did made him worry slightly less about his friend as he apparated off to what could have been his last meeting.

And his first year of Hogwarts was over.

And then the unbelievable happened. Voldemort was killed. By a child. He remembered Severus returning one evening after a meeting he had gone to armed to the tooth with protection spells and last minute port keys. He burst through the Slytherin Commons laughing, cackling really, about absolute nonsense and it was not until another day that Daniel found out what had progressed. Voldemort had died and Severus was free.

The last three years of Daniels' Hogwarts life were strenuous, almost as much as the first, but not unmanageable. In fact, the young man found he quite enjoyed them.

But they were over in a blink and Daniel found himself, with help from the two Snape brothers, being shipped out to the United States again. The Muggle world again. But Daniel didn't mind so much now. He was eight-teen and it was time. David helped get him into a college and his true life began. Or perhaps a better way of saying it would be, his third life began, after orphan, after Diviner, came the Anthropologist and linguist.

And that was that.

Severus, who was currently still laying sprawled against the rock, his slicked head rocking and raising in a repetitive motion that made Daniel slightly ill. He wiped all memories from his mind and concentrated on the present.

"Sam?" he called out to her, worry etched into his voice.

The young Major looked at him with a grimace. She had bandaged the mess that was Severus' arm and covered him in a light survival blanket, but he still looked like death. His face was a pasty white and his flushed cheeks stood out almost as brightly as his shining eyes, which were still roaming around. He had though, stopped speaking, a thing Daniel was very grateful for.

"Daniel, we should take him back to the base. He's loosing a lot of blood and I want to get him to Janet as soon as possible."

Alarm bells in Daniel's mind went off full scale, and he was sure he visibly winced. What if Janet found out that Severus Snape was not your average British? In all honesty, Daniel didn't know what it was that made the difference between Wizard, Muggle and Squib, but Muggle and Squib must be very close if not the same. After all, Janet had found nothing wrong with him yet. Was it in the blood? Would she find out doing a blood culture? Would blood transfusion hurt Severus? There were to many questions and none of them had answers. It was going to be very difficult to explain the arrival of a strange man he knew on another planet without reveling to Muggles the existence of the Wizard world. Jack had covered for him before, but that was different. That was on earth.

He wasn't going to risk Severus' life for his own secret, as painful as it was. He wasn't going to risk his friend's life for the Wizarding World's secret. Besides, he thought in hindsight, Severus could cast a mean Obliviate.

"Alright," Daniel felt ill. Seeing his friend like this made him almost sick. Sam seemed to see this, and, much to Daniel's relief patted him on the knee and told him gently, "I'll talk to the Colonel. Keep an eye on him, will you?" She picked up her gun and made her way slowly over to Jack and Teal'c's rock. He was not looking forward to the upcoming conversation. No, he thought and bowed his head, it would not be fun.

He scooted over to Severus' side, swallowing his nausea before it could grow. The anthropologist awkwardly touched the man's shoulder. He had not seen or heard anything of the ex-spy for over ten years and although he was quite happy to see him again, he could not help but wonder why. There were too many questions floating through his mind, and all of them were unanswered.

He watched in alarm as the an faded into unconsciousness, his eyes rolling back into his head. "Sam!" his voice was as quivering as his heart. He just got his old friend back, loosing him fro lack of communication was not on the top of his list of things to do.

Sam, Daniel noted as he tore his eyes from his adopted Uncle, had already reached Teal'c and Jack's rock and was in deep conversation with the former. As she heard her name she whipped her head towards him and he saw on her face a look of shock that must have mirrored his own.

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Oh! Does that count as a cliffhanger?

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