A/N: So, it seems that a lot of you think Harry's being overly trusting of the SGC, what with his willingness to "teach" them about wards and trust Janet with his medical information. Or at least, that's what a majority of the early reviews on the last chapter were about. So, to clarify, Harry barely told Sam and Dr. Lee anything. He gave them a basic overview of ward theory and then offered absolutely no helpful advice on how to actually crack a ward system. He's not going to just teach the SGC the secrets of magic, for the simple reason that he's not stupid. Still, he's giving them enough to build a positive, trusting relationship. I don't want to turn this into a Harry vs. SGC story, so my Harry is smart enough to foster a cordial relationship and help the SGC out a bit so they won't get super-suspicious of him.

I'm sorry if my MC being a nice person offends you. Really I am. But I like having characters that aren't jerks in my stories, so if you want a rude MC…go read Havok Side of the Force by Tsu Doh Nimh. Harry is a total prick in that story, and I think you'll like it. It's a great story all around, and Harry is generally justified in his douchery. Still, this Harry is a very different Harry, and he's not a jaded veteran or anything even remotely like that, so he's not going to act like one. He's a pretty normal guy, if a bit geeky about fancy technology. If that bothers you, don't bother bothering me about it. From this point on if you bother me about it I'll ignore you, since I've addressed the issue here.

We good? Good.

Also, a guest asked whether the Nox will be making an appearance. They will not. They're content to hide on their planet and be complete pacifists, and there's just no reason for Harry to even try to visit them.

And now for your feature presentation! (Does anyone else remember those VHS ads and how they politely told you they were done telling you what to buy? Just me? Okay.)

Harry was neck-deep in the fried dialing device he'd been given to study when Sam interrupted him.

"Harry," she said simply, "I think we need your help."

That got his attention. During the few weeks he'd spent at the SGC he'd been treated with respect, but also with a great deal of caution. They knew that he was capable of taking out a whole squad of Jaffa without breaking a sweat, and they'd only taken him in because he had helped one of them out of a pinch. He'd given them a few pointers in passing, mostly to Sam about her many alien gadgets. But now they were asking for his help. That was either very good, because it gave him an opportunity to show that he had no hidden agenda…or it was very bad, and they'd gotten into the kind of trouble that only a very powerful wizard could get them out of.

"What is it?" Harry asked, carefully extracting himself from the innards of the dialing device.

"It's…it's Colonel O'neill. He's the leader of my team. He downloaded the knowledge of the Ancients into his head, and…and I think it's going to kill him." Sam said the last part so quietly that Harry barely caught it.

Harry spared the dialing device a longing glance. Well, it would still be there after he'd taken care of this. A man's life was more important than a bit of research, no matter how groundbreaking the research was.

"All right," Harry said, "take me to him."

As Sam led Harry to the infirmary, she slowly explained a few more details of the situation. The device responsible was apparently called the 'Repository of Knowledge,' and this wasn't the first time that the colonel had been through this exact same process, but even though Colonel O'Neill had been aware of the consequences this time, he'd still taken one for the team to avoid letting such valuable information fall into enemy hands. The last time, the colonel had managed to find the Asgard, who had erased the knowledge his mind and saved him from brain death. This time, however, they had tried and failed to contact the Asgard. Harry privately suspected that the Asgard might be ignoring their plight in an attempt to see whether the SGC could solve the problem on their own, but he didn't voice that opinion. Sam's assertion that the Asgard had problems of their own to deal with was just as likely.

When they ran into the colonel, he was walking purposefully away from the infirmary.

"Sir, shouldn't you be…" Sam began to say, but at the colonel's look, she fell silent.

"There's nothing they can do in there right now, Carter. All I want to do right now is go home, enjoy a beer, and watch the latest episode of my favorite TV show."

Harry considered that. It seemed the man was at peace with his impending 'death,' and wanted to live what little time he had as fully as possible.

"But sir," Sam said, "Shouldn't we be trying to see if there's anything we can do-"

"Sam," the colonel said, cutting her off, "Dr. Frazier just spent a good ten minutes telling me there was nothing any Earthly technology can do to help, just like last time. What were you planning on doing?"

Harry saw his opportunity to cut in. "You make use of alien technology, of course."

Sam and the colonel both started a bit, having clearly forgotten that he was there. "What do you mean by that?" O'Neill asked.

"Well, I suppose we haven't been introduced yet, so you wouldn't know. My name is Harry Potter, and quite separately from being a wizard, I've spent the last few centuries studying every piece of alien technology I could get my hands on. I'm not going to claim that I can help you until I've taken a look, but I think I have a few advantages that Dr. Frazier doesn't."

The colonel gave Harry a long look, taking in Harry's wildly unkempt hair, his long, dark robe, and even sparing a glance for the faded lightning bolt scar on Harry's forehead.

After it became clear that the colonel wasn't going to say anything, Harry asked, "Will you at least give me a shot? I'm actually quite eager to see this 'knowledge of the Ancients' you've got in your head, if you'll let me take a look. These Ancients are quite fascinating, really. Their technology does things that I didn't think were possible. If the methods they used are in their head, then you can bet your ass I'll do my best to get them out." When the colonel looked decidedly uncomforted by that, Harry quickly added, "Oh, and don't worry, I won't hurt you. Sam here seems to like you, and I'd hate to get on her bad side. Something tells me she'd shoot me if anything happened to you on my watch." Sam gave Harry a sideways look as he said that, but didn't argue with him. He took that to mean that he'd judged her accurately.

"You're right about one thing." the colonel said, "We haven't been introduced. I'm Colonel O'Neill, with two L's." The man extended his hand.

Harry shook the colonel's hand. "Two L's, huh. Is that significant?"

O'Neill smiled. "It's just that there's another Colonel O'Neil in the Air Force with one L, but he's got no sense of humor. Sometimes people get us confused."

"Right," Harry said, resolving to wonder about that tidbit later, "Well then, how about we get back into the infirmary so I can take a look at you. I mean, I can actually do this anywhere, but Janet might want to keep an eye on the proceedings anyway, and I like keeping the local doctors happy as a general rule."

In short order, O'Neill was lying back on a bed, and Janet was standing by, slightly bemused.

"I thought you were going home, Colonel," she said in a light tone.

The colonel, apparently used to such ribbing, easily replied, "Oh, you know me, I'm a glutton for punishment."

Janet pursed her lips, but didn't say anything more.

"Right," Harry said, "For reference, what I'm about to do is called Legilimency, which is basically reading your mind using magic. However, I'm quite experienced at this, so I'll be able to avoid looking into your mind, O'Neill, and focus on this downloaded knowledge you acquired from the repository. Initially, I'll just be taking a look to see how much you've got crammed in there, and how difficult it'll be to extract it for study. Once I've done that, I know several painless methods of extraction, though some of them can get a bit complex if they have to interface a human mind with technology. Does that sound good?"

There was a pause. "Well," O'Neill said, "it doesn't sound bad."

Harry chuckled. He was quickly growing fond of the colonel's dry sense of humor. "All right then, let's see what you've got in there."

Harry didn't get his wand out. For something as intimate as Legilimency, he'd found that foregoing his wand afforded him more dexterity. So he simply placed his hand on O'Neill's forehead and dove into the man's mind.

Then he jumped right the hell back out of O'Neill's mind, yelping slightly and shaking his hand, which felt rather painfully as though it had been burnt. Touching the colonel's mind was akin to touching the sun, there was so much information flying around at high speed. Harry was glad he hadn't used a wand, the wood in a wand would probably have burst into cinders on contact.

"What's wrong?" Janet said, moving immediately to check O'Neill's vitals.

"Oh, it's nothing," Harry said, quietly sending bit of numbing magic to his hand, "I just wasn't expecting 'the knowledge of the Ancients' to mean 'literally every single scrap of data they ever accumulated through any means.' Honestly O'Neill, I'm amazed you're still conscious with all of that information running through your mind. Most humans I know of would be brain-dead within an hour. Even I wouldn't be able to take the strain on my own, and I can use magic to greatly reinforce my mind."

"But is there something you can do for him?" Sam asked sharply.

"Well, yes, there is, actually," Harry said. "I'd prefer not to, but I actually have just the thing for this situation. I came up with it…oh, a while back when I realized that even my magic couldn't hold all of the memories of a 200-year-old wizard. It's a sort of…magical memory buffer that I have so that my brain doesn't overload and shut down, much like what will happen to O'Neill here if I don't figure out a way to help him."

"Hang on," O'Neill said, "you sound like you're not going to help me."

"I do, don't I?" Harry said, mentally activating the very buffer he'd been talking about to calculate and consider possible solutions as he talked, "But you have to understand, I'm rather reliant on this thing, and it's much more than just a memory buffer. It's kind of…well, giving it up would be like asking you to give up all of your arms and legs, and that's not counting the fact that my brain would go into overload pretty quickly without it. If I could just…oh. I'm stupid." Harry flicked his wand out of his sleeve and conjured a roughly smartphone-shaped rectangle of diamond-tritanium glass.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked.

Harry paused, considering the angles. Then he handed her the conjured glass and conjured another one, which he began to enchant. "This is called diamond tritanium glass, or at least that's what I call it. It's incredibly strong, but unfortunately a bit brittle. Where it really shines is its capacity for data storage, which is why I used it to make my memory buffer device. Imagine that it's a hard drive, except it can hold…" Harry paused, realizing that they might not know what a terabyte was yet. "Sam, do you know what a terabyte is?"

"Yes, it's 1000 gigabytes, why?"

"Because that little piece of glass in your hand, aside from being bulletproof, can hold about 15 trillion terabytes of data, if you know what you're doing."

Sam looked at the glass in her hands with a new respect. "Fifteen…trillion…"

"Terrabytes, yes," Harry said as he finished casting the spells which would turn his slab of diamond-tritanium glass into a basic memory buffer with a little more than half that much space on it. Then he copied the user interface from his own device, sending it a brief mental message instructing it to lay low and not scare off the humans he was going to give it to. Looking up from his work, he saw Sam staring at the piece of glass in her hand with a reverent look most would save for divine miracles.

"Sam, keep in mind that all it does is store the data. Unless humanity experiences a massive advance in technology, I don't think you'll be able to use that as much more than a compact storage device right now. Heck, this is something you need to learn for yourself, which means I'm not going to help you figure it out and you probably won't even figure out the best way to crystallize the data right away. In any case, that's a project for another day. It's just…well, I've been a bit stingy lately, and I figured you could use an occasional distraction from trying to figure out my wards."

Sam looked at him with an unreadable expression. "Thank you," she said quietly.

Harry smiled. "You're quite welcome. Now, if I might bring us back to the matter at hand, I've just enchanted this device to act as a memory buffer for you, O'Neill. I also added in a sort of user interface to help sort through it all. It's basically an artificial intelligence, so don't be surprised when it starts talking to you. Now all you need to do is touch this to activate it, and then it'll automatically store all of the data that's overloading your unconscious mind right now." A thought occurred to Harry. "Heck, if you wanted, I could enchant it so that once you download the information, anyone can use this device to search through the ancient's database. Don't take this the wrong way, Colonel, but you don't look like a man of science to me. It might be better to let someone like Sam try to interpret the knowledge of the Ancients."

O'Neill briefly considered that before saying, "Yeah, let's do that. I didn't much like being the interpreter last time."

"Alright!" Harry added the appropriate enchantments. "If you just take this, you'll be holding all of the knowledge of the Ancients in your hand, instead of your head. Won't that be a relief?" he held out the device for O'Neill to take.

Without any ceremony or pomp, O'Neill took the device from Harry. Then the colonel tilted his head. "I don't feel any different," he said.

"You wouldn't," Harry said, "You weren't yet feeling the effects of the knowledge in your head. If you want proof that I'm not pulling one over on you, just think 'Help, please,' and the user interface will activate."

O'Neill frowned, but apparently did as instructed, because his eyes suddenly went wide. "She's…ready and waiting to assist me in any way possible?"

"Well yeah. You asked for help, and I created this assistant specifically to be polite and highly effective at what it does."

O'Neill took that in. Then he asked, "Why does she sound like Carter?"

"The voice is picked from your own head. I won't go into details about how the voice is chosen, because it's a really complex magical process that I myself don't fully understand, but I do know that the voice the interface uses is always someone you trust implicitly." Harry also suspected that the user's mind also sought out the smartest-sounding voice it could think of, and possibly searched for the most comforting voice it knew. But that was only a theory, since O'Neill was the first person beside Harry to use the interface.

After a lengthy pause, Harry said, "So, what do you guys plan on doing with the knowledge of the Ancients? You now quite literally have it at your fingertips, and I must say that I'd at least like to know how the fruits of my labor are going to be used."

O'Neill and Sam exchanged a meaningful look. "I think we should talk about that with General Hammond," O'Neill said, looking at Harry as though he expected an objection.

"All right then," Harry said, "let's go talk to him. Unless he's busy right now?" Janet, Sam and O'Neill all gave him odd looks. "What? I promised you guys that since you found this knowledge I'd let you keep control over it. That doesn't change the fact that I desperately want a chance to study it at the soonest opportunity. The General's the one I'd have to go through anyway, isn't he? All I want is a seat at the meeting."

O'Neill sighed. "I supposed I do owe you one now. That'll get you your seat at the meeting, but I can't promise you anything else."

"Thank you so much!" Harry exclaimed. Then he realized that he was going a bit over the top and backed down a bit. "Besides, I figured I'd have to persuade my way into studying that information anyway. For the amount of effort it took me to save your life, I'd say that a seat at a classified planning meeting is definitely your favor repaid in full."

O'Neill eyed Harry suspiciously, but soon enough he and Sam had led Harry to the briefing room outside of General Hammond's office. Hammond was already there, talking to a skinny white guy with round glasses and a very, very well-muscled black man. The three men were clearly surprised that he had been brought into such a sensitive briefing. Harry decided to nip that problem in the bud by going straight to the top.

"General, I've just fixed Colonel O'Neill's little problem, downloaded all of the Ancient knowledge into a device that anyone can use, and I think I've earned a place at this briefing. Probably not all of your briefings, but you could say I have a vested interest in how, exactly, you use the knowledge that I've just put in your hands."

"And where is this device?" The general asked.

"I have it, sir," Sam said, holding up the diamond tritanium glass that now held the knowledge of the Ancients.

"That's it? You fit the knowledge of the Ancients into…that?" The general sounded incredibly skeptical.

"That is DTG, or diamond-tritanium glass," Harry explained. "And it's the best data storage medium I've ever discovered, so yes, I fit everything into that. All told, it was about 6 trillion terabytes, but that's well within the capabilities of the diamond-tritanium glass."

General Hammond didn't seem to know what to say to that, but Sam spoke up. "Sir, he's telling the truth. He installed a mental interface so that we could see for ourselves, and I've been confirming that it does indeed have knowledge that I would expect to find in an Ancient database."

"Really?" Harry asked, "What kind of stuff were you looking for?"

Sam hesitated, looking at the General.

"It's all right, Major. If he really did get the knowledge of the Ancients out of Colonel O'Neill's head, he's earned the right to know what we wanted it for in the first place."

Sam looked ready to start an explanation right there, but Harry stopped her.

"Yes," he said, "that's all well and good, but how about we sit down before we get to the serious explaining? If I've learned anything about you Sam, it's that your explanations are incredibly long and detailed. I'd prefer not to have to stand the whole time."

Sam gave him a bit of a stinkeye for that. She and Harry had talked at great length whenever she managed to corner him, and every single time he'd had to curb her natural tendency to go overboard. Nevertheless, everyone seated themselves without further drama.

"The first thing I looked for was the lost city of the Ancients," Sam said, "and even though I had to clarify what I meant so that Harry's interface program understood what I was looking for, I'm pretty sure I've found it. But there's a problem."

"Um," Harry interjected, "quick refresher since I'm not up to date on events in this reality. Why do you need this lost city?"

The skinny guy with the glasses took that question. "We believe that it has the offensive and defensive capabilities to save Earth from a being called Anubis. He's…complicated, but the short version is that we're pretty sure he's going to try to destroy Earth in the near future, and we're hoping that the lost city of the Ancients has some means of stopping him."

Wait...they weren't looking for just any lost city. "Wait, you mean Ancients ancients…of course you do, that's why you wanted their repository of knowledge…so you think there's a whole city of them out there somewhere?" This was huge. The only evidence Harry had seen pointed to these Ancients, whoever they were, being long since extinct. But if he could actually meet some…

"It is the Lost City of Atlantis for a reason, and we don't actually know what that reason is," the skinny guy said, "But if their city is anywhere near as advanced as the other Ancient technology we've discovered, it might be our only hope of ever stopping Anubis. He's…well he knows a lot of tricks that the ancients knew because he's…sort of like one of them, in a way. Their lost city might be the only way to stop him."

"Hang on," Harry said, "if he knows their tricks, why would anything in their city help against him?"

Here, Sam took over answering Harry's questions. "From what we can tell so far, the Ancients don't like Anubis much, so he has to be careful what he does. He's been sticking to heavily modified Goa'uld technology so far. But if he got his hands on actual Ancient technology…"

"He'd be unstoppable," Harry finished for her, acknowledging the grim thought. "I presume he can't be reasoned with, either?" The grim faces around the table answered that question. "Have you tried reasoning with him? I mean, you must have if you're this desperate to stop him, but what was the result?"

Everyone exchanged awkward glances. Eventually, it was O'Neill that spoke up. "We haven't exactly tried negotiating with this particular goa'uld, but we've tried to negotiate with the goa'uld before. Theoretically, they agreed to leave this planet alone, but Anubis wasn't present for those negotiations."

The skinny guy picked up the trail of thought as O'Neill left it off, "They like to think of themselves as gods, you see, and they can't tolerate us 'rebelling' against them. It's…bad for their image. Especially since we've been fighting against them and survived for so long. If Anubis comes to Earth right now, there won't be anything we can do to escape his wrath."

"I see," Harry said simply. And he did. He'd been pretty sure that these people weren't looking for weapons to conquer the Earth or anything, but it never hurt to get the whole story anyway. And their story was pretty dire. "So, what can I do to help you?"

That caught everyone off guard, Harry could tell.

"What do you mean?" the General asked.

"I've gotten pretty fond of this Earth in the past few weeks, and I'd hate to see it destroyed," Harry said, "You people have been mighty nice to me, took me in, fed me, gave me a place to stay, even gave me a bit of Ancient technology to study when I asked for it. In my book, that means I should help out when you suddenly end up facing a world-ending threat. So, what can I do to help?"

Just as everyone started to look hopeful, Sam spoke up. "Well, unless you know how to travel to another galaxy, I'm afraid you can't do a whole lot. That's the problem I mentioned earlier. I found the gate address for Atlantis, but it's an eight-symbol address like the one we have for the Asgard. I'm pretty sure that can only mean that it's in another galaxy, and we don't have the power resources to open a Stargate to another galaxy."

"That doesn't sound right," Harry muttered to himself. Then he clicked his tongue twice and said, "Interface, what kind of power sources did the Ancients use for intergalactic gate travel?"

There was a pause, during which all of the SGC personnel looked at him like he was crazy. Then, from the DTG in Sam's hand, schematics popped up for a cylindrical, glowing yellow object with one end that split and tapered into several crystalline points. Harry examined the accompanying text, which was in Ancient, and probably the technical specifications. One subtle translation charm later, it all read like English to him. "I see…" he said aloud, "that's very clever. I could be totally wrong here, but I think it generates power from…some sort of artificial node of magic." He fell silent, trying to figure out exactly what the ancient diagram depicted. Was it drawing energy from a higher dimension? A magical dimension? That was the only thing that made sense, but-

"How did you do that?" Sam asked, halting his train of thought.

"Huh?" Harry stared at her dumbly. "Oh, you mean how I called up the specifications? It's voice activated. If you click your tongue twice and then say, 'Interface,' followed by a query, it'll give you whatever you're asking for. I figured that'd be easier than having to use mental commands, but then you went ahead and used mental commands anyway, so I guess I needn't have bothered."

Before Harry could again lose himself in the beauty of this new power source, the General spoke up. "And what exactly did you find?"

"This?" Harry looked at the specifications. "It says here it's called a…potentia. It's a power source capable of outputting nearly limitless amounts of power for…quite a long time, actually. The only drawback is that it's sort of like a non-rechargable battery and once all its power is used up, it's useless. Still, this should easily solve your power problems if you can get your hands on one."

The skinny guy spoke up, saying, "From what I can tell, he's telling the truth. The writing around the hologram is a lot of highly technical specifications, but it does seem to be talking about a power source. If we can find one of these, and it really is as powerful as you say, it would definitely be enough to get us an intergalactic gate connection."

As everyone considered that, Harry noticed O'Neill staring at him. Harry raised a questioning eyebrow at the man, tacitly inviting him to speak. Taking the invitation for what it was, O'Neill asked, "Why don't you just magic us up one of these potent things just like you conjured up that diamond…glass…stuff?"

Harry smiled at O'Neill's pointed ignorance of the exact technical terms. "Well, as it happens I might be able to do just that, if I can study these schematics a little bit more. But you'd have to keep in mind that it's a much more complicated device, so I might not actually be able to synthesize one on my own. And even if I do, I'll only share my potentia with you for use in the immediate defense of your world. This means that I'd let you use it to take the Stargate to this city of the Ancients, but from there you'd be on your own."

"Why?" O'Neill asked simply.

"Why won't I help you more?" Harry tilted his head as he considered the question. "I won't help you any more because you quite clearly don't need my help. I mean, yes, you have a power crisis, but there's several solutions that don't involve me that are available to you, and you should investigate those first. I don't plan on sticking around here forever. As a matter of fact, I'm much more interested in this city of the ancients than I am sticking around this base much longer. Don't get me wrong, you've been great to me, but I'm not a stay-in-one-place kind of guy. Even if I do find what I'm looking for here, I'd be gone pretty quick for reasons I'll not get into. So I'm not going to do anything that leaves you dependent on me. That would be incredibly irresponsible. And if you're relying on a power source that I would definitely take with me whenever I leave, that easily qualifies as being dependent on me."

O'Neill considered that briefly, then said, "But why can't you just find us one of these potent things and give it to us?"

Harry thought about that for a second, then sighed. "I suppose it is largely intellectual at this point, isn't it? Hell, among other things, you've got the schematics to build your own, as soon as you can figure out how to set up the proper facilities. Right, I'll tell you what. If you can tell me how you'd go about finding one without me, I'll find a way to get you a potentia of your own. Does that sound fair?"

O'Neill and Hammond exchanged a brief glance.

"All right," General Hammond said, "do you have any suggestions?"

Harry remained pointedly silent. This was a test of their ingenuity, as much as anything else. He could already think of one very simple way they could find a Potentia of their own. Heck, he was surprised that Sam hadn't thought of it already.

"I…I think I have something sir," Sam said. "I think that…well, I was just wondering where we could find Potentia of our own, and now the database is…listing out locations?"

Or maybe Sam was so talented that she'd come across the answer by accident. Harry suppressed the urge to snort in amusement. Intelligent to a fault, she was.

"Wait," the skinny guy said, unfolding his arms, "you mean like, gate addresses?"

"I…think so," Sam said, "yeah, these are gate addresses. I guess I could write them down…"

"Actually," Harry interjected, "I can add printing capabilities if you want. That way you wouldn't have to write everything down."

Sam glanced at the general, but he didn't object, so she slid the DTG memory buffer across the table to Harry. He slipped his wand out, cast a few spells to allow it to conjure paper with configurable printed ink, then he passed it back. "Just picture what you want to print out and then think, 'Print.'"

"Right," Sam said, picking the device back up. Suddenly, a piece of paper appeared on the table in front of her, covered in strange symbols that looked like the ones on the Stargate and its dialing device.

"Woah," Sam said. "Wait…where'd the paper come from?"

Harry nearly facepalmed. "Sam, it's a magical device. The paper was conjured using a bit of ambient energy."

"More importantly, are those the gate addresses?" O'Neill asked.

Sam, who was looking them over, nodded. "Yes. I think we've even tried to dial a few of them. I'd have to check the dialing logs to be sure, but we could start sending MALPs and teams through the gate to check any of the addresses where we get a connection."

"Well," Harry said, "that sounds like an excellent plan. In fact, it sounds like you won't need me at all. I mean, there's no immediate threat to the planet, right? And there has to be at least one of those addresses that's got a still-working Potentia at it. At this rate, it sounds like I'll have to ask you for a ride to the city of the Ancients."

"After all you've done for us, I think I might just be able to swing that for you, Mr. Potter," General Hammond said.

"All right then. It sounds like Sam has some homework to do, and now that you've told me what your plans are for the knowledge of the Ancients, I'm sure there's some things you'd like to discuss without the alien wizard present." No one openly agreed, but Harry could tell that everyone in the room was glad that he'd suggested he leave so that they didn't have to. "If that's all, I think I'll head back to that dialing device. Who knows, maybe it has something they don't use anymore in the city of the Ancients!"

With that Harry left the room, nodding a goodbye to Sam and O'Neill as he went. As he walked back to his lab, he mentally activated his own interface. Inter, did you get everything?

I got it all, boss. 6 trillion terabytes puts me at a little under half capacity, and it took a while to transfer it all over, but you were near the other device for more than long enough. I am now fully equipped with all of the knowledge from the Ancient database.

Harry smiled.

A/N: Ta-da! What, did you think that Harry wouldn't find a way to get his hands on the Ancient database? You clearly don't know the man very well. ;P

Yes, my posting schedule's highly irregular, but maybe it'll settle down sometime.

Maybe.

At any rate, I'm going to make a conscious effort not to go two weeks without posting again. That's just not good for getting me more readers, and more readers means (hopefully) more useful criticism. Right?

*glares pointedly at the haters*

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Best of wishes,

~feauxen