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-Quez
Previously:
Harry noticed one Death Eater, unlike the others, was being silent. He was standing, his eyes, black, cold and calculating were visible in the shadow created by the hood. Suddenly, in Harry's line of vision, the figure raised his hand slightly, holding his wand.
Serveus Snape.
Harry stared at his shoes, to avoid there glares, he blinked back tears, trying to stop the water works.
"Fifteen years ago." Harry began, as SG-1 pulled up chairs, "Fifteen years ago, my parents Lilly and James Potter were murdered by the most feared wizard of all time. Voldemort."
Jack rolled his eyes and stood up.
"Well, if your not going to tell us the truth..."
"It is the truth!" Harry said, desperation seeping into his voice. "If you don't want to believe me, fine, but at least hear me out and consider the possibility."
Sam stared at him, her calculating blue eyes reminding him of Albus Dumbledore.
"I think we should hear him out, sir."
Sighing, Jack kicked his chair, and pouting, sat down, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.
"The truth." He said impatiently. Harry nodded.
"My parents were murdered by the wizard I speak of, Voldemort gave me this scar, and he is the same wizard who killed my school...friend Cedric Diggory and godfather, Sirius Black."
The room was silent.
"And I suppose you expect us to believe you're a wizard too?" Jack said sarcastically.
Harry nodded.
"Every year, September first, I head off to Hogwarts School for wizards and Witches. This year is the start of my sixth year."
Jack rolled his eyes again.
"Sure kid. Carter, find the number to the nearest hospital, we'll drop him off on our way to the airport tomorrow."
"What about the mission, sir?"
"What about it Carter?" He asked, standing up suddenly. But she didn't reply. Sam Carter was to transfixed by the suitcase floating in the air, slowly making it's way toward Harry Potter. The boy was holding out a long stick, muttering words under his breath as the case hovered. "Reducto!" Harry suddenly screamed, as light flashed from the rod, and the suitcase exploded into a thousand pieces, debris raining down on SG-1. In the chaos, Jack quickly picked up his gun, but only to find it float out of his hand, and into Harry's.
"Do you believe me now?" He asked, eyes intense. Jack nodded mutely, watching the wand hanging loosely at Harry's side.
"I figured you guys aren't here on a holiday as you say, since you were talking about a mission, but I won't ask if you don't tell me."
He waited for a minute, as the others remained silent before speaking again.
"I'm going to grab my stuff. Thank you for believing in my until now."
He walked past their still forms to collect his things, before pausing at the door.
"By the way." He said slowly and carefully, "If you're here in England because of the alien ship, it's in the hands of Voldemort and his followers, the death eaters."
Jack watched in shock as Harry Potter left the remark hanging as the door shut behind him.
Standing up suddenly, he picked up his phone and began dialing the familiar number of the SGC.
"What are you doing?" Daniel asked, watching Jack dial.
"Reporting the security breach." Jack answered gruffly as Sam stood to watch out the window.
"Do you believe him?" Daniel asked, thoughtful. Jack shook his head.
"He's just a kid. Probably heard us talking about the ship sometime and decided he would show us the party trick to get us to admire him or something."
"I trust him." Sam said slowly and carefully, Jack looked up at her sharply.
"Because of his good manners and probably fake scar?"
"No." Said Sam defensively, "Because he was telling the truth."
"We don't know that Carter." Jack said tiredly, shrugging his shoulders.
Sam looked away and whispered under her breath;
"Speak for yourself."
"Shouldn't we go after him?" Daniel asked after a minute of silence. Staring at the door.
Jack shrugged.
"Go ahead. You can try finding him in the middle of the night."
Teal'c stood.
"I will attempt it O'Neill." He said, jamming his bucket hat on his head.
Sam quickly agreed.
"I'll give it a go."
Daniel also stood, clapping Jack on the shoulder, before following the others out into the darkness.
Jack sat for a long while, staring at the phone in his hand, before following the others out the door, torch in hand.
Harry didn't know where he was going, he just walked away from the people he had foolishly thought to be friends, cursing himself for his own weaknesses and keeping his eyes peeled for incoming brooms from the ministry, he had to be expelled by now.
Turning to make sure no one was following him, he made sure to street was indeed empty before pulling his wand out of his pocket, ready to summon the Knight bus.
Suddenly headlight shone around the corner, illuminating Harry, who quickly his wand back in his pocket. His hand jumped up to cover his eyes as the black car slowly rolled to a stop.
Tensing, Harry slid his hand back into his pocket, hand gripping his wand tightly, as like in the thriller movies he had never seen, the door opened slowly, the darkness hiding the person inside from view.
TBC...
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