Gravity of it All by PLS

Summery: Sick of trying to survive as Harry Potter in a post-Voldemort world, a young wizard takes a new path in the past that leads to the stars.

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Chapter 8-

The whole history of my life is imperfect.

If I add up the good and bad, will it come to zero?

I want to use all my good fortune the right way,

Since it may run out before my life is over.

Heart of the Sword T.M. Revolution

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Harry woke up to Jack's unintelligible muttering and pacing at the foot of his bed. Harry blinked and tried to remember what happened to land him in the infirmary room from a B sci-fi movie and tied down to the examination table. He knew he probably couldn't recall it due to a little side effect that trying to do wandless Dark Magic had on him. He was probably knocked out mid spell and the magic had nothing better to do than to erase his short term memories. But he really would like to know what got him angry enough to try to destroy something with Dark Magic.

"Okay, what'd you do now?" asked Harry with a smirk and Jack jumped.

"Oh, good. It's just you." Jack came over to Harry's right side, "How ya feelin?"

"Pretty good, considering I have no memories past breakfast." Jack looked like he was about to go rage at someone, "And while it's sweet of you to go all protective on me, it was probably caused by my not casting whatever spell I was going to hurt someone with. I thought I told you about Dark Magic before."

"You did," Jack looked at his hands, "but still, I'd rather yell at Thor than yell at you. You yell back, ya know." Harry snorted.

"I do not yell, I lecture, I scold, I reprimand, I argue, but I do not yell."

"Tell that to my ear drums, they rang for three days after our last screaming match." Harry sniffed.

"You earned it. I do not let just any American wanker, no matter who he may be, waltz in and try to take both my command and my unit's loyalty. I am a British officer and everyone knows that we are the world's best."

"You were there on a damned secondment and those were American soldiers mixed in with your rebel Afghans. I had every right to take command from you, you pompous little midget." Jack raged and Harry laughed.

"God, it's good to talk about old times. We were both such pretentious reprobates."

"Still are." Jack grinned at Harry who wore a slightly sappy look.

"You might be but I've become a insane irreverent instigator." Harry said and Jack had to laugh. Jack stopped as the door opened again and in walked a person who looked sort of human, yet didn't. It wasn't anything he could put his finger on though. Harry, however, had no problem pinning it down.

"Vampire?" asked Harry and the man nodded.

"In your culture, I am indeed a vampire, or laima, or un-dead. Here in my lands I am known as an Aiturnial."

"Cool. So did the lycanthropes get shanghaied with your ancestors too?"

"Lycanthropes?"

"Er, werewolves, people who change into beasts during the nights when the moon is full?"

"We've no moon."

"Cool. So other than enhanced senses there wouldn't be any symptoms, and no way to pass on the infection." Harry mused, "So why are you here, aiturnial?"

"My name is Mikheail Vladonski and I am your guide to the area the Furling people are excavating. The area has odd energy patterns about it, and so we must go on foot." Harry and Jack nodded, showing they understood, but their faces were both neutral, "It ist in my family's grounds, so is my honour to act as guide." At that the straps holding Harry down vanished and Harry shot a look at Jack, because he just knew that Jack knew just where they were, why they were here, and how to get home.

Harry and Jack followed Mikheail though the corridors and to a small landing craft made for no more than six people. It only took a quarter of an hour before they got out and saw a purple sunset and a sky made of rainbows and puffs of neon pink and violet. Not too far away was what looked to be a camp area set up around an old temple.

"Danny's gonna go balistic that we got too see this and he didn't." Jack said with a soft chuckle. Harry smiled.

"Too true."

Harry and Jack let themselves be lead to a tent-like space with two cots set up along the walls. Harry sat down and gave Jack a look which the general knew all too well.

"Okay, okay. Pretty much all our bosses made a deal with the Furlings. They get to use us for as long as needed provided that the Earth or our lives are not placed in mortal danger and the SGC gets a few Furling scientists as teachers and consultants as well as a tiny bit of tech. Apparently, you are the only one cleared other than me with that funky Anceints gene and the Furlings found a bit of tech that takes two to use." Jack explained and Harry sighed and closed his eyes.

"Jack," Harry started out slowly, "I know this may come as a shock, after all forethought is my forte not yours, but, why in the name of all that is holy didn't you ask to be alowed to go back and pick up some stuff! For the first time in thirty years, THIRTY LONG YEARS, I have a chance to practice magic without fear and I'm going to miss it because you were too caught up in everything else to bother to ask for my wand, potions kit, and a few books! I ought to turn you into a rodent and feed you to a snake for your lack of planning. After all, we're half way across the galexy from our friends and co-workers, what possible reason could we have for needing a quick way to heal, attack, defend, and otherwise keep out of trouble." Harry was huffing now and Jack sighed.

It wasn't the first time he had been yelled at by his best friend for lacxk of forethought. Harry was always very quick with planning and often any time they worked together Harry would have an elegant plan A, a cunning plan B, and a sure fire plan C before Jack even finished looking over everything. Jack was good at command and with anything that required explosives or shooting, but Harry blew everyone away when it came to planning and just being an all around sneak. Harry always blamed said skills on three people, Severus Snape, Dumbledore, and Draco Malfoy. Jack also knew who to blame for the yelling, Molly Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Severus Snape. Only problem was he couldn't send them the approprate gift (a block of C4 with a nice little infalable detonator) for their services.

End Chapter Eight.

(A/N: Sorry about the delay... Well, no I'm not sorry at all. Oh well.)