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Title: When You Come Back to Me Again

Summary: Harry's soul has lived many lives as does his friends and family. Xover with SG-1, hints of King Arthur and maybe others down the line... Will have Slash and Het.

Chapter 2:

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September 28, 2001

Raven's Manor

Severus Snape sat in his study, reading from a piece of yellowed parchment. A last letter from His Harry… the words, after all this time, he could read with his eyes closed. The day was committed to memory of his lost love. Most of it, Severus admitted, he spent in a daze after Harry fell. But the rest was as clear as the moment it happened.

Flashback...

September 28, 1998

Severus had been separated from Harry, but stayed as close as he could to watch over him. Dumbledore had just fallen to a stunner from Rudophus Lestrange when he saw Harry stabbed in the back by the Weasley chit. A cutting hex followed from Riddle. Both aparated away with insane laughter which still haunted Severus' dreams.

Ron, Hermione and Severus reached Harry's side in moments only to find that the cutting hex slashed the young man around his neck. Desperately, they tried to stop the bleeding to no avail.

One ragged breath later, Severus Snape threw back his head and howled to the gods in anguish. This was not supposed to happen.

Harry was to destroy Tom Riddle once and for all. Then he and Severus were to walk off in the sunset together...

This was supposed to be their time.

Their time to live!

They laid Harry to rest beside his parents at Godric's Hollow three days later on October first. He stood between Molly Weasley and Hermione Granger, listening as Albus spoke of Harry. Of the young man he became and how proud his parents would be of him. How much he would be missed. Severus kept his mask of indifference in place. He would not grieve here. His love for Harry was too private.

Too pure.

It wasn't until they started to fill in the grave that Severus felt overwhelmed. His grief and loneliness came rushing up from the deep well where he had buried it until he could deal with it properly. It welled up so quickly, that Severus couldn't control the sob that burst from him.

His Harry hated dark enclosed places; they reminded him of the cupboard and punishments from the Dursleys'. They couldn't bury his lover. He had to do something. Severus moved towards the fresh grave... When two sets of arms snaked around him, holding him back. But they weren't the arms he needed so badly. Arms he craved with an ache so deep and painful...

When he returned home Dobby, Harry's faithful house elf was waiting for Severus in the foyer of their home, Raven's Nest.

"Master Severus' Harry has left him something in his study." Big tears welled up in the little creature's eyes. His big ears that were normally perky and flappable were drooping. "Dobby was told to give to you after his burial."

Dobby led Severus quietly through the house to the study. Dobby pointed to the desk where a black chest was sitting. "Master Severus' Harry said you would know the password."

Dobby disappeared sadly.

Severus took a deep breath, willing his emotions to stay behind the mask. Walking up to the large cluttered desk, Severus glided his hand along the smooth black surface of the chest. Engraved on top were Lion and snake intertwined. "Amants toujours," he whispered.

Lovers always

The top opened to reveal rows of books, Harry's journals, shrunken to fit and a letter addressed to him. A single tear rolled down his pale cheek, "Oh Harry. I miss you so much."

End Flashback

Severus' read the yellowed parchment again. The word's giving him some comfort to his lonely soul.

"My Severus,

I've instructed Dobby on what to do in the case that I do die trying to fulfill the prophecy. Raven's Manor is yours. Dobby has given you my black trunk, which holds all of my journals. I've kept one since the middle of my fifth year on Hermione's advice.

Everything I am.. has been poured into them. All my thoughts, my feelings for you and my friends, the world around me is there. Keep them Severus and remember me.

If the world had been different and fate kinder, nothing would have stopped me from living my life with you at my side. You were my lighthouse in the harbor in the past year calling me home.

I will find my way back to you again, Severus.

Until the next life and next adventure,

Your Harry"

Severus folded the parchment and placed inside the black chest.

Until the next life.

He had so many memories of the lives he had lived along side of Harry and the others. Those of Lancelot and Arthur were the first. Even now, Severus had to chuckle. He wouldn't have those memories if it was not for Longbottom and Lovegood trying a new spell.

They had been training to use different languages for spell casting to give them an advantage over the Death Eaters. Longbottom and Lovegood were to cast a spell for deep sleep, instead they said "awaken memories" to the training room at large.

The lot of them woke up later from strange dreams and raging headaches.

It was three days later when they realized that some big had happen. Something momentous. Life changing.

Reincarnation. Longbottom and Lovegood had awakened the memories of their past lives. Lives previously lived flashing before them to stop on the one that brought them together the first time.

A round table.

Sitting up in their beds in the Hogwarts infirmary, looking at one another, their souls recognized the other. The room around them shimmered... fading into another room... another time.

Flashback

Britain 452 AD

It was the first time all the knights gathered together, they were shocked to find a huge, round table in an otherwise bare room. Arthur stood at his chair and said, "Brothers, we sit at a round table, a table for which there is no head, no foot, no hierarchy, no place of greater or lesser importance." The knights looked around at each other uncertainly. None of them was accustomed to being addressed in such a manner by their commanding officers. Arthur continued, "I want it to be clear to every man in this room that we are all one, we are all equal at this table and this company." He sat down again, just one knight among many. Lancelot stood up, his goblet of wine held high. "Hail Arthur!" he said. The other knights stood up, lifting their glasses and shouting in response, "Hail Arthur!" Despite Arthur's words, they all knew that there was a leader in their midst, and they knew that who it was, and they were happy to acknowledge it.

When Arthur began assembling this cavalry, he knew exactly who had to be the very first recruit: Lancelot. Arthur believed that Lancelot was the greatest fighter he had ever seen, as well as the most loyal friend. The two had met when they were both fourteen and had trained together and fought side by side almost constantly since then. And as friends began to learn of other aspects of life...like the beautiful women who always seemed to be available to brave knights of Rome... they experienced those pleasures together as well.

Only to find that the only one they needed was the other as fellow soldiers and lovers. Lancelot owned Arthur heart, mind and soul.

For over two years, Arthur and Lancelot worked their way through the Roman army, looking for Sarmatian warriors worthy of becoming Arthur's knights. Looking around at them now, Arthur remembered when he had first encountered the boisterous two-fisted fighter Bors and the serene, almost delicate scout Tristan, one of the greatest archers Arthur had ever seen fire a bow and arrow. He met the brave Galahad in battle and extricated Dagonet...fierce in manner but surprisingly gentle of heart... from a Roman military prison where he was serving a term for insubordination. And Gawain had come to Arthur pleading to be a part of this extraordinary assemblage of great fighters. When Arthur saw what he could do with both lance and sword, he immediately invited him to join their numbers.

August 1997

The room shimmered again. The occupants stared at one another. Recognizing who they once were to who they are now. Harry looked to Severus and knew the things he had been feeling weren't of a school boy crush.. but deeper and more meaningful.

That the dancing around the other, the touches and words weren't naught but very real.

"Arthur?" Lancelot would know those green eyes anywhere.

"Yes, Lancelot. Did I not tell you that we meet again?" He slipped off of the hospital bed and made his way to his love's side. "But we are not Arthur and Lancelot. We are Harry and Severus in this life. The memories of who we were are now a part of us."

Severus Snape closed his eyes, took a deep breath letting all the jumbled thoughts in his mind settle down. Letting all the emotions work through him, "Harry..."

"Yes, Sev... "

Dark eyes opened up to beautiful shining green ones. Severus reached out and cupped the smooth cheek before him, his thumb moving over kissable lips...

"Oi, get a room!" Ron bellowed.

"Mr. Weasley..."

"Bors."

"It fits. How many children did Vanora give you?"

"Fifteen. I even named one after you."

"And of course, the young lad was the one who gave Bors the most trouble," Harry chuckled from Severus side.

Remus had left his bed, walked over to his lover's side. Lucius looked devastated. "Luc...Tristan"

"It's like it happened yesterday. All clear in my mind, Dagonet. You died only yesterday. Foolish Gryffindor rushing out to break the ice. To hold back the Saxons. To give the caravan and Lucan..."

"Shh...Luc. I did what I had to do. That was assuring your safe passage back to the wall."

Ron laughed. "Gawain came back as a woman. Always said you were too pretty for your own good."

Hermione glared at her red headed friend from her bed. Draco was holding her hand tightly.

The visible tension in the room was broken by boisterous laughter.

And those who came in at that moment to see normally stoic potions master and aristocratic elder Malfoy laughing heartily would be very surprised.

Very surprised indeed.

Flashback end

Severus tucked away the memories for the day. It was time for another order meeting that Albus had called for early this morning.

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Albus Dumbledore, the leader of the light, and one of the most powerful wizards of his time, sat at the table, looking and gazing at the people who for the past four years had fought against the darkness and shadows till their hands and bodies bled.

Hope still shined within them because Voldemort did not know the full prophecy, with the death of Harry Potter on Morte's field, they continued on. Keeping up the fight in Harry's memory.

Bringing the traitor Ginny Weasley to justice was the first on the agenda. Ron and his brothers made it a mission of honor to do so. The one who helped destroy their adopted brother...the seventh Weasley son.

It took three months, but Ron did it. Using techniques taught to him and Harry by Severus Snape over the past few years –- the standard training for unspeakables. Hiding in the shadows. Using the darkness to hide and follow his prey.

Albus thanks the gods everyday that the full prophecy was never disclosed to the whole order. Otherwise, Tom Riddle may have taken over the world by now.

He felt very old right now. It was days like today, Albus wished that men like Tom Riddle never rose to power or those like Harry had to die.

He had bad news and this type of news would not go over well with anyone. As Albus stood, the room quieted. "I have grave news this evening. Miss Weasley has escaped from Azkaban. All we know for sure is that someone somehow got to her cell and handed her a portkey. I am sorry."

All was quiet.

Draco, Ron, Remus, Lucius seemed to have a silent communication between themselves. The prey had been released.

Let the hunt begin.

Albus cleared his throat to regain everyone's attention. "William has some news from Gringotts."

Bill Weasley stood up from his place at the long table, "I've been talking to the head of the artifacts division as you all know about letting us see if there anything we could use against the Dark Lord. Garnock informed me today that they are in the process of contacting an outside source--an expert in the field of Archeology Egyptology and linguistics. He's a muggle and one of the top experts from what I've been able to find on him. I'm trying to have them let Hermione work along side of him if he agrees to come."

"What's this man's name?"

"Dr. Daniel Jackson."

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Stargate Command

Cheyenne Mountain, CO

October, 15, 2001

At his desk in Cheyenne Mountain of Stargate Command, Daniel Jackson was shifting through his mail when he came across one from, "Gringotts?"

The big black dog at his feet lifted his head up and barked. "What? Do you know something I don't Orion?"

Daniel was answered by another bark. Opening the envelope, he started reading...

.:TBC:.

Thanks to Penny, Jessie, Emily, Sandra and Morgan for the help with bouncing ideas and beta for this chapter.

The SG-1 part kicks in next chapter...