Hello again everyone!
Here is the ninth installment of 'Smashing Realties and the Likes' I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I (Obviously) am not the owner of either Stargate or Harry Potter. If I were the owner of either I would be rolling in money and writing a book, not fan fiction. A subtle hint to the author to Harry Potter to crank out the next one faster. (for some reason my smiles wont show up… you will just have to imagine them!)
Warnings: I came to the realization that you need to know a bit about Harry Potter to actually know and understand what is going on. Not a lot of knowledge mind you, but knowing what the Order of Merlin is and who Poppy Pomfrey is certainly can't hurt. The other warning is that this chapter contains a mild amount of slightly descriptive torture. No rape or anything too awful, but it was worth a warning just in case some of you are younger then I know.
For the purpose of this chapter, the 'visions' will appear in italics, hopefully you will be able to decipher what is what.
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Daniel Jackson had felt the one comings of the vision for several hours now but blatantly ignored it. His reasoning was simply that he had been vision free for over ten years now, why would he be given one now? His reasoning was wrong.
By the time they had gated off to the planet the offsetting lack of attention and numbing of feelings had set in and when Severus appeared it had only gotten worse. By the time they had returned to the SGC, plus one wounded Potions Master, the side affects of the upcoming vision were no longer side affects but front affects. He had just managed to inform Janet of Severus' odd condition when he had lost it entirely.
He wasn't quite sure why he had one, but he did know one thing, they hadn't changed in the least.
Standing against the bleak walls of the Infirmary listlessly watching his injured and flailing Uncle he was sucked into a vision.
He immediately knew it was a 'Past' vision and for that he was slightly relieved. He did not want to be burdened with the knowledge of Fate at the moment - an unexplainable Uncle was enough. But even as formed the thoughts, he was completely sucked away.
There were many 'ups' to having visions as well as 'downs', one of these 'ups' was that you still had a thought process during it. When seeing a vision it was as if you yourself were there. Not unlike looking into a pensive - or so he was told. There were a good number of 'downs' too, such as having all energy sucked out of you for a day and then falling unconscious. It wasn't too fun.
Daniel's sight blurred and the white pallor of the walls morphed into a darker, richer brown and green.
Daniel Jackson, linguist and anthropologist, found himself staring at the walls of a dungeon. From the stench of blood and vomit - the Dark Lord's dungeon. Apparently the Dark Lord hadn't gotten the memo about dungeons being out dated.
There was no specific date given, there never was, and Daniel found himself left to his own devices to distinguish the time period. It wasn't too hard, after all, the Dark Lord had only ruled for so many years and then fallen the year he started Hogwarts.
He began to wander around, walking slowly through row after row of empty cells and moss covered walls. He shuddered as a nonexistent breeze sent shivers down his back and continued walking. It was a good deal of work to avoid the piles of vomit and other bodily wastes laying around - physically there or not, stepping in some of the things that had found their way to this floor would not be fun.
There was a scream, a horse scream and a row of faded balls of light that looked suspiciously like 'lumos' went out.
Why did that scream sound so familiar? He didn't know anyone from the Muggle world in the Dark Lord's reign did he? Well, not if you included Severus, but as far as he knew he had never found his way into his 'masters' dungeon.
It set a new knot of worry into the pit of his stomach and once again he continued to walk, but this time in the direction of the screams.
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Daniel reached the far end of the hallway and swallowed as another horse yell made its way to his ears. It had been too many years since he had done this - for too long he had sat uncaring in the Muggle world.
No, he told himself sternly. The Wizards could take care of themselves, it was the Muggles who needed help now, and for the last few years he had helped them, or as much as he could with out revealing the secret life that so many held.
Until now.
Now he had told someone. Janet. He had told her the bare minimum, simply that Severus' blood was different and that the reason was one she probably wouldn't' believe. He had put it into terms her medical mind would understand - Physic - Telekinetic and such, but none the less, he had betrayed the trust of many Wizards. He could only hope that the SGC could keep this secret as well as the had kept others in the past.
Another scream ripped through the air and even Daniel could tell that the individual, most likely a man from the voice, was loosing strength. He was tempted to shy away from the bar covered cell and simply wait out the vision out of hearing range of the awful sounds, but curiosity won out, as it always did with him.
One particularly odd thing about his visions was that no one could see him. At times such as a giant three headed monster running about and eating people, this trait was an 'up', but there were often times he honestly wished he could comfort or help a person and he was unable to even touch them. That was a 'down'.
His first instinct as he walked through the crisscrossed bars of the small cubical like cell was that being unseen was going to defiantly be an 'up'. Standing in the center of the stone room was a Death Eater, clad in black robes with his mask throw back. His blond hair lay bathed in sweat and lay limp plastered in bits around his forehead and tied back as was the classic 'Malfoy' look.
It was Draco Malfoy and he was fourteen.
Daniel had never seen the younger Malfoy, but after many paintings and Wizard pictures he was quite certain as to who it was. Despite the common sayings, the Senior Malfoy and his son did not look all that much alike.
Daniel forced himself to freeze. When he had entered into Hogwarts he was fifteen - Draco Malfoy had been at the time just two years old.
He was in the past yes, but not nearly so far back as he had originally thought.
But this was the Dark Lord's dungeon, and the young Malfoy was dressed in bloodied Death Eater clothes…
The Dark Lord was alive…!
That would explain Severus' visit and his friend's need for him.
He had abandoned the Wizarding world after all.
The young Malfoy stood with his eyes flashing blue furry. Daniel was quite glad not to be the one that furry was directed at.
And then he stopped dead in his tracks.
Daniel Jackson noticed for the first time just who it was that was shackled so painfully to the stone wall, wrists bleeding from hopeless escape attempts and back looking something related to chopped liver.
It was Severus Snape, his teacher, his Uncle, his friend.
Daniel had not only given up and left the Wizarding world, he had left his Uncle to torture! He let out a cry of his own that mingled with his friends as the whip the young Draco was holding unleashed itself yet again upon the flesh of the much hated Potions Master.
No! Daniel felt himself slide to his knees and stare at the sight before him. This was worse then Jack's torture with Bahl, at least then there was a reason he was helpless, the knowledge that a higher purpose was at work and that no matter what happened, everything would work out… it had for Jack - with out his own intervention… but now… It had already happened and he was being forced to do nothing. There was no choice this time… not a physical 'I will not save my friends life for it would disturb the natural order of things,'. No, this time it was simply torture, and he was helpless along side his Uncle.
He stood next to him, watched as each lash fell and winced with each jerk of his friends body.
Severus Snape was his uncle, yes, but he had been his friend first, and that bond would always be the stronger of the two.
The lash fell again.
And again.
"Tell me! Where have you stashed that damned Potter?" The Malfoy child threw down the whip and walked through Daniel to Severus and spit on his torn back. "Dumbledore knows nothing! My father knows nothing! And most importantly, The Dark Lord doesn't know where you have hidden the damn brat!"
Daniel had never felt that much hate roll of a child before, and he had experienced a great deal of hate in his life time… but never from a fifteen year-old child.
"I know it was you who hid him, we all know. Just tell me where and I'll finish it right now!" Any alleged kindness disappeared when at Severus' silence he once again spit on the raw flesh of the Potions Master's back.
"That old fool betrayed you, you know he did! How else are you here, under me now! Betray him back, give him and that spoiled brat the justice they deserve. It is only right!"
There was no response.
"The man I know would have betrayed Dumbledore in an instant. Would have given everything up, especially the location of the damned child!" Daniel had to wonder just who the Malfoy child thought he knew. It was obviously not the Potions Master he was familiar with.
"You used to hate him almost as much as I did, why this sudden change! You love him more than me, I know that! But just tell me why… I'm your godson!" Severus twitched slightly and attempted to stand up but failed miserably. Daniel was once again reminded of Jack's torture… but Jack could be revived… Severus couldn't.
Severus' voice was horse, just like his screams, but he managed to speak none the less, "I have always loved you Draco, you are my godson. I love Harry too, the only difference was I thought he needed saving. I was wrong. It was you who needed saving after all." Daniel had never known the slightly older man to admit he was wrong about anything, and quite frankly the idea of it startled him.
This statement only threw the boy into another fit of rage and the whip was joined by a knife and once again he flew at the Potions Master.
And the lash fell again.
And again.
And Daniel felt himself pulled from the vision, the bloodied form of his friend blurring, the malice filled grin on the young Malfoy's face slipping from the boy's face along with the moss covered walls.
But he wasn't back in the Infirmary he noticed first off, he was still in the Vision, just in another part of it.
He didn't have time to be disappointed or shocked, before he knew it -
He was standing out side of an enormous gargoyle figure guarding what he knew to be Dumbledore's office.
Why was he here again? He hadn't been to this place for years… but Severus had…
He looked at the gargoyle who stared him back in the eyes in a knowing way before stepping through the stone figure to the stair case and then again walked through stone.
The normally empty Headmaster's office was filled with people, older mostly and in radical robes of nearly every color and type. But there was one thing about all these strange assortment of people that was consistent between each and everyone of them (minus the Weasley Twins George and Fred listening in with their newest product, extendable ears) were members of the Order of Merlin. He watched them as they held up their left had before Dumbledore and a brief identification spell was cast and their membership confirmed. Severus had told him of Order, but he had of course never seen them in person.
After several minutes of mingling the members slowly cogitated to the center of the large, over dressed room and were silenced by the raising of a hand from Dumbledore.
The older man spoke, "I called this last minute meeting under grave and unpleasant circumstances. I will cut straight to the point now, my colleagues, for you deserve to be informed on the matter. Our respected and fellow member of the Order, Severus Snape has done the unthinkable. He has betrayed us."
And then Daniel gasped and wondered not for the first time why the Vision's couldn't heat the pounding of his heart.
His angry heart.
He knew, from the previous scene, that Dumbledore had given up on Severus, not the other way around… and the Order members were eating it up. The nods of agreement from the crowd and the growing whispers of, 'I knew all along' and 'once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater' broke his heart to no end and his already crushed emotions were shredded past recognition.
This was why Severus had come to him.
He had no one else.
Daniel was pulled away from the Vision, and not nearly quick enough for his liking. He would have loved to have gotten out of there much earlier.
Much to his relief he was not drawn into another Vision but back out of the Past and into the hard cold floor of the Infirmary.
Damn that hurt. He felt his forehead make an unwanted contact with the tiles and a bit of blood smeared onto the floor.
A brief moment of disorientation overwhelmed him and he lay there, on his back staring at the florescent lights as if they were lengths of gold. But they weren't and after a few seconds he had to look away before the pain in his bleeding head got any worse.
A bustle of nurses and Jack walked in and several things were shouted, making him wince. Damn, did they have to be so loud…
Hands touched him and he found he didn't care… he was too tired… too sleepy… and he wanted nothing more than to drift away…
And Daniel Jackson slept.
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Poppy Pomfrey was not nearly as uninformed as people took her for. After the Order meeting she had been dutifully reported to by Fred Weasley and his twin brother George. They had been reporting to her on Severus' behalf for the last year now. Unlike the rest of the Weasley's, the twins actually had potion making potential, and were therefore were treated much better by the Greasy old bat.
Her own reasons for defending the Potions Master were different then a general wish to help. She had too often seen the man injured because of the Headmaster, and too often she had seen the Headmaster use the younger man. She knew all of his spy work - having your patient unconscious half the time allowed you time enough to see whether the rumors of a Dark Mark tattooed on his arm were correct. They were, but with it and a good bit of Wizarding relaxing potion (a make of Severus himself) came a tale of another type.
It was a little known fact, but Poppy Pomfrey was indeed a Slytherin herself, and Medi-Witch or not if a man was a danger to the school she had learned to love, she needed answers and it was answers she got.
Too many of them.
And now the school and the Order was against him, and the man himself was missing. And Poppy was going to do something about it.
The plump woman gave what had been her home for too many years to count one last glance before throwing a handful of green powder into the oversized fire place and stating loudly and clearly into the fire that had sprouted up from the previously empty brick structure, "American Fire Transit!"
And in a flash of green flames disappeared from Hogwarts with out so much as a trace.
And an instant reappeared in what was commonly known as the 'AFT', or American Fire Transit. North America had very few Wizards and Witches and no true schools to speak of so only one terminal was ever really needed. Sometimes during the holidays they would set up a second, but it was a rarity.
When she arrived out of the fire place, covered in soot as always (they really had to fix that one she thought) there was only one "World Wide" fire place and several National ones as well as a booth.
Just what she was looking for. She strode towards the small booth tucked in the corner of the fire place room and knocked loudly on its window. There was no one in sight. That was probably for the better, she thought, they weren't about to give her the information she wanted anyway.
She stuck her hand through the small little opening in the window where money and maps usually found themselves being passed through and groped for one of the miniature booklets. After picking several up containing the wrong information she finally found the one she was looking for, one no Witch or Wizard in their right mind would allow her to see if anyone had been manning the booth.
Apparation Records, it read on its tiny cover. She pulled out her wand and brought it back to its normal size.
The book was immense, not that that was surprising, but the Medi-Witch found herself struggling to hold it upright. After leafing through the most recent records she found that Severus was the last one to perform an Aparation spell, two of them to be specific. One to an unknown location and another to an odd state named Colorado.
Poppy set her wand upon the small writing in the book and quickly and nervously said the spell. It was now or never. She could only hope that Severus actually resided in this 'Colorado'. She could also only hope her ability to cast a good Oblivate ha not diminished. If there was one thing North America had a lot of, it was Muggles… filthy, prying Muggles who just wouldn't leave you well enough alone. They had to know everything.
With a small 'pop' the Witch once again disappeared, this time away from the abandoned AFT instead of the empty Medical Wing.
She would miss that school…
And with a 'Pop' Madam Pomfrey, as she was known to the students and to Severus when he was in a bad temper, landed sitting on a small white cot in a large white room. To her left lay Severus and on her right, in the bed she found herself sitting on the edge of, lay another young man.
A young man that looked quite familiar…
"Good Heavens…" Poppy said to quietly. What had she gotten herself into now.
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That wasn't quite as long as I would have liked it to be… but it ended there anyway, don't you just love it when that happens!
I do hope the 'Vision' of Daniel's wasn't too confusing… I did the best I could.
Now to answer a question that came my way : It was asked by Lady FoxFire why the Dark Mark would try to kill Severus more then once when technically it succeeded, but was interrupted my Muggle means, something our dear friend Voldie wouldn't have expected. My answer is simply that even though the Dark Mark is 'Destroyed' it could still detect that our lovely Potions Master was still alive. Like many charmed things, it has intelligence. Well, that's debatable actually, but for the purposes of this story, it knows Severus is not dead. Another way of saying it is that the failsafe has a failsafe. I hope that made sense… I think I rambled…
Until next time!
The next chapter should be up soon (With in ten days for sure)
I expect to see more then three reviews for this chapter now… tisk tisk children, you should know by now, the more reviews the Balrog gets, the happier the Balrog is and the happier the Balrog is the more the Balrog writes (Imagine a smiley face here)
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