Gate Way to heaven Pt.2

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The grass is always greener

(Yes, spelling mistakes galore. I have no spell check.)

Jack was no dummy. Glaring at the Potter boy as he re-entered the bedroom, he thought about all the things he had just uncovered while going through the boy's trunk.

Quidditch through the ages?

Standard Book of Spells?

Was this boy some kind of mental patient (Living with his crazy adopted family, it wouldn't have been suprising), or did he just have a strange fancy of books?

Teal'c was thoughtful as well.

And how about those people who attacked him?

-FlashbacK-

"Strange." Jack muttered, as SG-1 stood in the shadows of Privet Drive.

"Sir?"

"This is like...like a whole town of snobs."

"That boy in the park didn't look to snobbish," Daniel countered, "He looked like he lives on the street."

"Nah," Jack said dismissively, "It's most likely the fashion."

Sam smiled;

"Life of the rich and famous."

Smiles fading, they listened as six loud gunshot like cracks sounded in the air.

Suddenly a boy, the boy of their previous discussions, flew from the alley, landing on the hard cement path of privet drive and din't move as someone in the alley screamed;

"Kill the boy!" Footsteps running could be heard, and without a single thought, Sg-1 pulled out their handguns, and sprinted toward the criminals.

As they ran, from behind them, came a loud 'Nooooooooooooooo!' but before they could turn, Jack felt a pain, more then he had ever felt in his life. He could hear his own screaming, as white hot knives pierced his skin, enetering his brain until his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Screaming could be heard from all around him, until the muddled words 'RicktaSempra' could be heard and he fell into darkness.

-End FlashbacK-

He remembered when he had woken, feeling fine, finding the criminals gone, but a large pool of blood. The boy had been unconcious with the rest of his team.

"Do you have everything?" Jack asked fakely, planting a smile onto his face.

Harry stared at him for a second, undecided.

"Yeah, Thanks."

"Good. Let's move outta here. Te-..oops...Murry (Jack thought fast, cursing silently for his slip up) I know you hate being called by your real name, grab Harry's trunk."

Together, Sg-1 and Harry Potter silently climbed out of the Dursley's house, stopping on the front lawn.

"This way." Jack said, staring at the Potter boy, and noticing for the first time a small lightning bolt scar across his forehead. He opened his mouth to comment, when Daniel elbowed him in the ribs, motioning him to keep walking.

To the houses of Privet drive, to all the Petunia's, Harry thought it must look a very odd group, walking along the well kept houses and well dressed neighbors, when here they were, scruffy and without a thought to their apperence.

"It appears we have arrived." Murry said slowly and deeply, stopping outside the door of a small flat.

"Nice way to put it, Murry." Jack joked, pushing his way through the door and collapsing on one of the couches that were scattered across the lounge.

"Do you need anything?" Sam asked, guiding Murry to put Harry's trunk on the bottom bunk in the far corner, under Colonel O'Neill's.

With a loud sigh, Harry looked around, feeling more remorse with every breath. What was he thinking? Did he really feel he could escape with these muggles? But was it right? His mind argued. Was he trying to escape the wizarding world by being with these normal people? Or was he trying to be accepted? Accepted like he had never been with his aunt and uncle?

Or was he trying to escape his responsibilities?

Deciding it was a bit of each, he curled up on his bed, avioding his trunk and watching as the colonel tried to organise dinner.

"No!" Harry heard, jumping from his light doze. "You were meant to put the chilli in the sauce, not the pasta Teal'c!"

"Teal'c?" Harry asked, sitting up.

Sam, who was reading on the couch and Daniel who was watching Tv and eating snacks suddenly froze, as did the sounds from the kitchen.

"Yeah." Said Daniel Slowly, "Yeah, Murry's middle name is Teal'c. Murry Teal'c...Hammond."

Exchanging glances, Sam and Daniel smiled, resuming what they were doing, as did the sounds in the kitchen.

Dinner that night, could only be called...exotic.

The pasta had a slight...hot flavor, and the sauce was slightly dull, but Harry didn't comlain, as the strangers made him feel accepted, and it was a great feeling not being stared at, or whispered about while eating.

They were just friends.

Friends who didn't know the secret which he held close to his heart.

Smiling as he closed his eyes that night, he listened to the souds of soft snores, as each person fell asleep, finnaly drifting into darkness himself.

Only he didn't stay there.

Harry was sitting in a large room, similar to an underground bunker, the walls were cement, the floor grey. Harry was sitting in a large throne, tapping his fingers imaptiently against the hard material.

"Is it ready yet?" He snapped as a small man crawled hurridly through the door.

"My-My lord." Said Wormtail. "No-not as yet m-my lord."

"How long!?"

"Well.." Wormtail breathed, "The ship was badly damaged, and as yet we are...unable to figure it out. It is f-far beyond wizard knolege..."

Voldemort snarled.

"Crucio!" Wormtails screams could be heard, bouncing from the walls, the pain in his head was rising...Harry could barely hold on to the dream. "Make sure they work harder." He snarled, as his vision faded, and Harry found himself screaming through the blinding pain of his scar.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring into familier grey ones.

The death eaters, where here, in Surry.

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